Pokemon: Swords of Fate [RP]

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A sequel to the RP Plates of Hope which reached a momentous 2206 posts.

Plot
For 10 years, the pokemon had been searching for Arceus" plates. They struggled and sacrificed, losing friends along the way. Several times they encountered creatures who tried to thwart their plans, these were created by the powerful Orochi. A monster taking the form of a darkened Arceus. Sadly, he succeeded, but they had not given up. They had run short of time but Eve, using the necklace bestowed upon him by his parents, defeated Orochi. Sadly sacrificing himself in the process. However, Orochi was not entirely defeated. He was sealed into two separate bodies. The Sword of Fate and the Sword of Destiny.

The pokemon tried, but sadly were out of time. The deadline had run out and Arceus bound the Pokemon to stone, turning them into statues where they suffered before finally passing away. The world remained the same however, Arceus was forced into a deep sleep, his life force was diminishing, he could not bring himself to redeem the world just yet.

Statues of them stand in the temple where they were sealed. The swords were placed under several spells and runes to protect them, but despite that, evil still finds a way to break through.

The Sword of Fate was stolen. The power of these swords is immense and near invincible. It is up to the Pokemon of today to rescue the sword from the dark one"s possession.

Rules

  1. Follow the rules
  2. You must be accepted to RP in this thread.
  3. Please do not write OOC only posts.
  4. Do not flame.
  5. Relationships are allowed. Keep them at a reasonable level please. (PG 13)
  6. Have fun.
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ooc:for thouse of you who are wondering, lets just say the ones in stone are the ones who aint comin back, such as Minun and some others.

“10 long years since that fateful day…” A shadow mumbled grimly. “10 long years since that event” A image of giratina flashed in the shadows head. “And now…the evil has come…” the pokemon said, coming out of the shadows. “My name?..Kumano De Tsyu, prince of the icy darkness.” Kumano unsheathed his sword and raised it. “The two sacred blades. The blade of Fate…and the blade of Destiny…two swords,…two limitless powers…thouse who break the seal shall be nearly invincable…”

Kumano huffed as dark energy rose around him “Eve…Sapphira…your sacrifices shall not be in vain!” Kumano yelled, jumping away from the icy creevas known as Giant Chasm.

ooc:Pretend Giant Chasm and the things around it are basically shrowded in ice and snow, now home to Kumano and the ice lord Kyurem, who will be seen later on.

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Blood rushed, thoughts raced, heartbeat stopped, for a split, second, I died, inside.
The Giratina circled the Distortion world, rambling philosophical nonsense as she went. Muttering about circles and ideals, whispers of truths and watchers.

Her mind. Was a void. it was pulling in. Everything. That it. Touched.

Gale spread her wings, displaying her colorful array of feathers. It was like an organized Rainbow, assorted into rows of fabulous colour. The spectrum shone.
The young bird pokemon Oohed and Awed at at the condition of her feathers. They were sleek and smooth, like something they can only dream of.

“These are my pride and joy.” She said, showing the bird pokemon the right was in which feathers should be preened. Some tested it out themselves, some were too absorbed in learning their life skills and some were too embarrassed to preen in front of others.

The Fearow atop the trees cawed out, signaling the end of lessons. The baby bird pokemon cheered, hopping away to their mothers. These were but hatchlings, not ready for branch lessons.

The Fearow glided down from the trees, landing beside the Archeops. Ace, the combat teacher. He taught the males the proper way in which to protect their territory and defend their family.
“Are you alright Gale?” He asked.
“Yes, why?” She tilted her head, folding her wings.
“It’s just a bit chilly, I was only wondering if you were feeling ill at all.”
“Huh? No I’m fine, has something happened?”
“Oh, It’s just that some of the Rufflet have dropped out, apparently they have trouble flying and fell out of the nest.”

Gale gasped, her head rearing backwards.
“I know, I think maybe the Rufflet are coming down with something. You’re the only Archeops around, I was only wondering-…” He cut himself off.
“No, I’m alright.” Gale said, spreading her wings and straightening her back. “I better get going, nest is waiting.” She joked, taking off with a running start.

She glided home gently, drifting along the crisp winter breeze. She fully extended her wing span and took this clear sky as a chance to practice. She spun, she looped, she flipped. She performed a number of aerial moves before comfortably landing into the hollow hole of the split oak tree. Years ago it was struck by lightning. It was split in half, but recovered partially, offering stability. It was still hollow on the inside though, and wide in diameter. Gale took this good fortune to create a sort of second floor.

She climbed up think perches she had made, they assembled in a spiral and worked like a stair case. She hopped up onto some flood boards a bunch of Bibarel had kindly made for her. She had fitted them with the help of a kindly Raticate, who was oddly good at carpentry.

She landed on the floor, there was a neatly made straw nest and a few pots of water. Pots that had been made from leaves and silk of a Leavanny.

Gale knew a lot of Pokemon. Friends with benefits as she would call them, but she’s not bad, she does help them too, in ways differing to others.

She nestled herself into her nest, preening her upper wing feathers once more.
Another day, another tomorrow. The moon wasn’t quite here yet, but she didn’t want to risk leaving. The Honchkrow would come soon. She didn’t want to get caught.

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Who am I? Do you know? Do you know who I am?

“Do you know who I am?” Zane asked, looking to the other end of the darkened alley to see his newest opponent: a Pikachu with tiny gauntlets. So many challengers; so many taking the wrong decision. Why do they fight him? What threat does he hold than an average person? Is it perhaps the huge bounty on his head?

“That depends. What is your real identity?” Two months. He had not known who he was for more than two months now, and no one did either. Not even Mother or Brother. Here he waited, in the same dark alley every night to find something…what? “My name is Zane.” He barked, his anger rising, it was hearable in his voice. He was giving way to his madness side.

Every night. He held out his bladed hand up as a flash of light appeared. He grabbed the light as it transformed into Ankoku Schatten (1), his skulled blood scythe. It was obvious he would only need one tonight. “Hervorkommen.” (2)

He had given the Pikachu the chance. The Pikachu was smart. He took it.

Zane grabbed his head. The madness beginning to fade. It happened again, the flashes.

Pokemon incased in stone…why are they familiar to him?

OCC: This sucked, I know. xD

  1. Ankoku is Japanese for “Darkness” and Schatten is German for “Shadow.”
  2. “Hervorkommen” is German for “Come forth”.
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Kumano huffed as he eventualy ran into a bisharp “Agh…Sorry. My bad, peace!” Kumano said jumping off again. that looked so…familier…i swear ive never seen him before… Kumano thought as he eventualy got ontop of a moutain.

“Yo, ya old geezer! Where are ya? Tell me you havnt rotted away in the past 10 years…”

ooc:COUGHCOUGHASDFTORKOALASDFCOUGHCOUGH

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OOC// 1.I thought Torkoal died fighting Tempor-Ti-…TS…The Dialga cloneama(tron)jig.
2. Ahh the references. Bold is flashbacks or past event. This was related to the Plates of Hope RP.

[b]Garidon’s eyes flashed open. There was a whirring sound, the stone dissolved and crumbled, slowly around him. He stood, wings dazzling brightly under the light they radiated.
Fire spewed from his mouth.

“Never…forgive…Never…forget…” His third eye opened. Flashes of ghosts flickered through his mind.
He leapt into the air leaving fiery devastation in his wake.[/b]

Garidon looked up through the rain. It dripped down his face, over the smooth metal coating his body. His wings were closed. There was no sunlight around. His battery was exactly 34.2%

He wasn’t too bothered, but he didn’t want to risk it.

There were ruins ahead. He trotted in to investigate, he had not seen these before.
The torches were unlit. He pointed his head up slightly, shooting a small puff of fire to light one. He lit them as he went on. Practicality. he kept on walking, scanning the scratches and markings on the wall. Perhaps a message? Perhaps a territory marking.

There was a growl from within the cave.
A territory marking.

A Garchomp leapt out angrily from the darkness, landing on the Garidon. It snapped and snarled. It’s voice was cracked and broken. It’s speech made no sense whatever he tried to do.
The Garchomp used Fire Fang, reaching for his neck.

Garidon’s wings opened quickly, shining a bright light into the Garchomp’s eyes, forcing it to veer backwards. It stumbled, hiding it’s face.

The mechanic Pokemon formed an Energy Ball between his hands, hurling it at the Garchomp.

The Energy Ball exploded. The Garchomp laid on the floor, growling. The light hurt it more than anything else.
Garidon put his foot on the Garchomp’s chest and pushed down.
“Where is it?” He snarled. The Garchomp only barked and squealed.
Garidon growled, pressing down even more. The Garchomp didn’t speak.

Garidon was not built for mercy, he was built to kill. He continued to press down until the Garchomp screamed in pain.
It swiped at his ankle, scratching the metal, but dealing no real damage.
The Garidon blasted a Dragon Pulse from his mouth. Dust was everywhere, neither could see, but only one was conscious.

Garidon fled the cave in search for his orb. It was nearby, he could feel it. Someone had it, and whoever did, was using it.
His wings spread wide as he jumped into the sky, gliding away. His possessions were not to be touched, seen nor held by those who could not contain them. That is no longer the case. Nothing is the same.

Had the Honchkrow not come? I do not know. I hear no shouts, no squawks, no screams of failed orders, no planning of plots.
The moon was not full but they had not arrived, to wreak havoc on the forest is what they’re well known for.
I spread my wings, my beautiful plumage, and leapt down to the entrance of my home. I was curious, they had not come.

Every night they have come, why not today? Surely they can’t be bored of 3 weeks already? Those Murkrow are full of nasty ideas. I peeked around, but it was silent. The silhouettes of the trees are lined with silver as they stood tall under the stars. The shadows of perched Pokemon camouflaged between the branches.
The sky was clear, not a cloud. Maybe they had already gone and left? No, it was too quiet. Too late? No, why would they be late? Maybe they -…no they wouldn’t do that. Those Honchkrow never cease.

I began to wonder about the odd number of Pokemon leaving our forest. Maybe somethings happening. Maybe somethings wrong.

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It was daylight and Zane was about. He wasn’t wearing his mask like he did during battles, but that was okay because no one knew that Zane was the very same assassin.

Mother and Brother had sent him to the city market to buy a few berries for Mother’s cooking. The sky was blue, but with a gray haze that hung over it like a cloak. It was going to rain or snow, Zane was sure of this. The market was bustling with buyers and sellers like usual, the bazaar was a blanket of colorful energy, vibrate but quiet. Red, blues, yellows and many other flashy colors lined the streets as bazaar buyers would say things such as “Buy from me!” or “Best sale on the market!”

Zane had learned that all these people lied and that all of their prices compared to similar Poke. He also learned that when you purchase from them to do a thing such as “smile”, which he didn’t know what it was. According to Mother, “smiling” was a verb incoporated with an “emotion”. Why had he felt no emotion? Another thing he had learned were that many of the sellers and buyers knew who he was, at least in his night form.

He was examing orbs when a young Cubchoo slammed into him. “Agh…sorry. My bad, peace!” The cubchoo had said as it ran off before Zane was able to face him.

He had known the Cubchoo…from where? Oh well…

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Kumano looked around…torkoal was no where to be seen. “Yo. Ya old geezer, where are you?” Kumano yelled again, and yet again…silence. “He’s gone as well…” Kumano whisperd to himself. “Everyone…either dead or turned into stone…” Kumano clenched his fists. “BLAST IT ALL!” The angry bear yelled and looked down, seeing a note. He read it aloud.

"Oh…ho ho ho…Cub, if you are reading this…I have passed, old age has caught up to me.

Also…Yamato No Orochi is back…But do not fret! Find Eve and The Sword Of Fate! Please! It is all up to you!"

The note then faded away…

A tear dropped from Kumano’s eyes. “I must find him…but first…” A image of a robotic like pokemon flashed in the bear’s head. “I must find him…”

ooc:Yeah, unfortunatly, Torkoal has passed, giving the remainder of his strength to Arceus before the passing. Now, the only 2 pokemon left who have the guardian blood in they’re veins are Kumano and his nephew, NuNu. who i will reveal more later. If your wondering, Torkoal passed roughly 8 years after the events of POH.

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When he had arrived back at their small villa located in the center of town, Brother was waiting for him at the door. The Ralts, now a Gallade, had gone quite some ways since Zane had met him two months ago. He was wearing his Brotherhood seal, a long cape that symbolized his role in the group. Zane was not part of them, but he had the title of “assassin” anyway.

“It’s almost dark, Zane.” The Gallade said nonchantly, leaning against the door frame as Zane held the bags of items in his hands. “Your cloak and mask are on the table. Mother has gone ahead to the meeting. Good luck doing what you do…” And with that, the Gallade took off down the street.

Zane went inside and dropped the groceries on the table not really caring what to do with them. He had lacked common sense more than he would’ve liked, but that what could he have done?

He picked up his mask. It had strange markings with red and blacks as if it was made by a Native Pokeman group. The cloak was dark, dark enough for him to speed down the streets and disappear from sight. Since he was fast and a quiet mover, he would easily be able to escape trouble or arrest for his “crimes”.

After putting his cloak and mask on, he began his way towards the dark alley where he would await tonight’s opponent.

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“Finally this job is over…” Jaive breathed a sigh of relief while exiting the post office. He’d just finished his delivery for the day, a fragile package. Who would send a single pokemon out to deliver something like that, let alone a Treecko? “Man I wasted most of the day carrying that here…” He groaned.

Because of the contents in the package, Jaive had been forced to be careful and be wary of its well being. One little rock or misstep and he’d have been paying for the shattered remains. The trip to his destination had been nothing short of a huge thorn in his side. Being forced to walk for miles, the winter chill, and that package which bound him to the job in the first place.

A soft growling in his gut reminded him of the approaching night. Jaive looked to the darkening sky, lightly shivering from the chilling breeze. “I should get something to eat before it gets too dark…” With his reward in hand, he headed toward the bazaar.

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Angelus cried out angrily at the voice in her head.
“Why, fault not be, mine! Save I Kaos, Let, be Free!” She was having a breakdown, she shouted the whispers and echoes of her mind, rambling on about things she didn’t even know herself. It was murder to language.

She cried, but tears wouldn’t fall. They wouldn’t, they shouldn’t, they couldn’t.
She prayed for freedom from this cage of dreams. Dreams and Nightmares…and dreams and nightmares and dreams and nightmares…

Snow…that’s why they hadn’t come. Gale had left the comfort of her nest for breakfast, only to be greeted by frost and blankets of ice. She became agitated by the flakes between her feathers, gluing her wings together, slowly, slowly binding them close.

She landed on a branch, it had foot prints already on it. She sat here, safe from the remains of the snow around her. It was a thin snow blanket, her body warmth slowly melted the ice around her feet.

She heard a growl beneath her. Mightyena, stupid creatures. Say nothing more than food? or hunt? The ones outside of this silent forest can think for themselves at least, more intelligent, but for some reasons, not these ones.
She cawed mockingly at the dark type, only making it angrier.

It barked angrily, snarling, snapping, grasping the air, hoping to grab her…somehow.

Gale laughed and took off, teasing it, flying lower, but not close enough for it to grab, even if he jumped from a rock. It still believed it would grab her, bless.

She turned and stopped before it, giving it the perfect chance to strike. At the last second she used U-Turn, retreating high in the sky and looping down, landing heavily on the Pokemon’s back. It yelped as it fell onto the floor, hurting it’s snout which went down first.

She spread her frost sealed wings and flew away.

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An idea popped in the bear’s head. Hmm…in order to get that stupid jolteon out of the sword…We’ll probobly need that necklace… A flash back happend.

[b]“Rgghh…” Cub moaned as the blurred vision dispersed, he was on the ground near the tower of hope…bright light shining.

Torkoal soon came and smacked Cub on the skull “Little whippersnapper! Get up ye’ fool!”

Cub groaned as he looked up…he was alive…

A shining peice of light fell onto the ground,a portal to the reverse world opened underneath it swallowing the necklace.[/b]

“There…”

Kumano said, landing on a moutain top, shreading a hole into the distorsion world. Surprised I could do this still after all these months…

The 26 year old bear thought going into the distorsion world, the portal closed…and as he looked up…

“WHAT?!” Cub yelled, looking at Angelus. Y-your supposedto be dead…dead i tell you! Cub thought, shocked. “Y-your not…dead? How…how?” the bear said in utter shock. “Y-…your supposed to be in the clouds or whatever with that blasted turtle…HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!” Cub screamed.

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Ooc//

I screamed…

Angelus’ red, glowing eyes pinpointed the Cubchoo’s position immediately. She screamed also, in both fear and anger. Was he punishing her? The reaper had come for her? Was it someone she knew? She could not remember.

She roared, flying up, well, what may have been up, Gravity could be holding everything upside down for what anyone knows.

From her position however, it was up. She looped circles in the air above the Cubchoo, not directly, as if it were just…up. The loops were more like frantic flight than organized. A trail would have painted a picture or a mess. How you look at it would help.

Her pincers opened, she fired an invisible shock wave at the Cubchoo. Hyper Voice, on of her signature moves. As anyone would know.

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ooc:oooooooooppppzz…

Kumano growled as he dodged the attack. His eyes turning into slits. “You…if you didnt bloody trick us…EVERYONE WOULDNT BE DEAD!” Kumano said firing a barrage of shadow balls

ooc:will post another character soon. >_< probobly teddy or something.

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Ooc// Hahaha
Ps. ‘‘His eyes turned into slits’’ could be perfected by saying. ‘‘His Pupils narrowed into slits, much like a cat’s eyes or a snake’s glare’’ Describe it somehow, like connecting it with animals. Just a tip.

The Giratina cried out in pain, smoke seeped from her mouth where she had failed to fire an Aura Sphere.

She fell down and collapsed on a large chunk of land, held into place by the crystal pillars which holds this dimension together.

Thoughts jumped frantically in her head. She breathed heavily. Blood raced, sweat dripped. Was she suffering for something?
What have I done? Was Arceus angry? Why would he be angry? Was I imagining this? Was I being punished for wanting to go outside? Arceus said the bad was outside, could it be inside too? Why was it here? What was it? Who was it? Was it here to get me like Arceus said? Would he take me outside never to return. Is Arceus going to help? Why would he not help? He isn’t going to help. He’s going to leave me. I don’t want to go. I want to be free. I don’t want to stay. I want to be safe. I want to see light. I like the darkness. Is he going to kill me? Let me free Arceus. Save me please. He hurt me, he’ll keep hurting me. I hate it, I hate him, I hate this. Why? Whywhywhywhywhy!?
Leave me be! Stop hurting me! Please don’t go! I want to stay! I promise! I promise I promise I promise!

I don’t want to be alone.

She screeched in pain, her head dropped like a brick. She cried in pain, but she wouldn’t cry tears. She wouldn’t, she shouldn’t, she couldn’t.

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ooc: o-o yyeeessh thats one severe mental disorder. also, thaannks…i guess. xD.

Cub jumped over to the beast. “How are you still alive?..You died 10 years ago…” He raised his sword, preparing to fire a hyper beam shadow ball combination. “If you didnt play that trickery 10 years ago…everyone would still be alive…Orochi wouldnt be here, he would be dead! You dont care about anyone…Eve even sacrificed himself,…and I bet you dont care about that in the SLIGHTEST…do you?”

“Any last words?..Scum…”

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Ooc// The reference is so strong it might be real…

Angelus said nothing. She raised her head and let out a pain filled roar. It was more of a moan or a whimper, but a vicious one, as if she were waking up from a harsh wound.

Her voice was feminine, but ancient, a majestic wise woman who outlived their days, a dog with more than a bite.
She snapped her pincers open and talked. Her glowing crimson eyes staring deep into the Cubchoo’s.
“Kill me if you desire. But you cannot dirty my soul wretched beast.”

Everything the bear had said seemed to have skimmed over her head. It passed through her like air through a sponge.
She snapped her pincers shut and lowered her head. Her eyes aglow with mixed emotions of loneliness and confusion.
She simply seeped with the sense of being abandoned.

She awaited the Cubchoo’s next move. Her mind blank, she expected to die. She would not regret it, there was nothing to regret.

Gale shivered, the frost was nipping at her ankles and tore at her chest. She quickly preened her chest feathers and her wings, the Snow was falling like a blanket weighing a ton, not that she could carry that much weight anyway. She sighed and walked over to the lake. It was cold, but the lake had not frozen, it’s constant moving made sure of that, not to mention the Pokemon below who must be terrified by now. Arceus bless the fish.

She raised her head and rubbed her snout clean of water. Something shone on the surface of the lake not far from her.
“Huh?” She said. It was some sort of mirrored image? A portal? She reached her hand through it, water.
In the image was an odd trinket on a chain. There were three pendants fused into one. She tilted her head and cooed slightly. She tried again, this time plunging her head down. She barely snapped at it, she felt it graze past her snout.

Then she noticed, she wasn’t wet. She tilted her head inquisitively and went back down, this time her eyes were open. It was a small hole, able to fit in herself at a squeeze. She reached down properly, climbing through. She snapped up the trinket in her teeth and flew up again, she wasn’t too comfortable being down there.

She observed the item, it looked like a necklace. Who on earth would wear this thing anyway? It made her shudder.

The Portal closed and the water filled around her feet. She gasped and jumped up, flying away.

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ooc:question…is that little trinket the necklace eve had? not quite certain really xD.

Cub scoffed. “You dont even remember my name…” His pupil’s turned into slits like the glare of an arbok. “You have really gotten stupid these last 10 years…havnt you?..Well then, farewell…wretched scum!” Cub yelled jumping up into the air, then charging twords the Giratina.

“K-CHIIIIIINNNNGG” A ear splitting sound was heard, Cub’s sword mere centimeters from slashing open the beast’s skull, a sort of phantismic jolteon was standing in the way, holding the sword with one paw.

“-…T-this cant be…albiet a little older…y-your…Eve?” The bear said raising walking a few steps back. “Y-…your…”

The Jolteon looked back at the Giratina and nodded, almost as if he was saying, “Ill handle this…go.” The jolteon reared its head twords Cub, suddenly, the entity and Cub were gone, 2 seconds later something crashed into one of the nearby floating islands.

“Agh!” Cub yelled. “S-…such speed…” Cub groaned, bleeding all over.

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Ooc// Yes.
Also it’s you’re. You’re = You are.
For example. Ribbon, you’re a human. Ribbon, you are a human

Your is what you say when you are speaking to a subject about something which is theirs.
(Your daughter. Your pencil. Your book.)

Understand?

The Giratina raised it’s head, she pondered over what exactly happened. She craned her neck and looked above her. The space was as far as she could even see. She flicked her tail, ignoring whatever was said about her.

There was a wall between her and outside. A fire wall, it blocked the words and numbs the harm. She felt the voices coming back. She was at war with herself once more, neither side was going to win. If anything, she would lose.

She spread the six narrow wings on her back, but did not fly, she stood, poised as if about to set off like a jet. She just sat there like a Cobra before a bite. Her reason was unknown even to her.

She didn’t move at all, she just thought, shouting words into the empty space where the voices once were.
There was no response.

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ooc:ay. i always get that one wrong/forget the stupid ’ thingy.

The Jolteon kept bashing into Cub, knocking him from island to island.

Kumano roared as he threw the Jolteon away and made a portal to the Normal World.

The Jolteon looked at the Giratina and suddenly appeared infront of it, healing the pokemon. “…Sapphira…” The Jolteon mutterd as it dissapered.