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[>In a couple of days, you had met up with Ryuzaki and braved the fog-ridden desert that mixed in a fierce Sandstorm to reach Relic Castle. The appearance was quite different from what Ryuzaki had seen last time, but it was all too familiar to you.

It was a gaudy looking European Castle instead of the decrepit Ruins you had heard so much about. It was still sunken in the sand, but the design was irrefutably different. The fog had changed into a crimson haze at this point, and the sky was a mixed spiral of red and black.

It looked like the TV World had come back to haunt him.]

Ryuzaki... This wasn't what it looked like before... right?

[>So you ask, sweating nervously. You hoped there weren't any stud-chasing princesses in there for one part. But you also felt the fragments from the sea of your soul were quite abundant inside the castle.

Thunderclouds boomed in the distance.]

Oh um, that looks bad. Let's go in.
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[Dizzy? Why is he feeling dizzy? Miror B. is never dizzy. He pushes against the ground -- sand... What happened? Greevil, that bastard, must have sicced the Team Snagem goons on him... how'd they manage to Sleep Powder him, though? They probably stole his Pokemon, too, and... Oh, wait. No. He's in Unova. How silly.

He stands up, teetering for a moment. So clumsy! Not being at all elegant right now. He silently chides himself and lifts a hand to brush sand from his shoulder when he finally realizes what has happened.]


NO! Oh, oh -- What is this! What am I! [He spins in a tight circle, looking down at his ridiculous stubby hands. He reaches up and tugs down his ears, glaring at them in front of his face.] A wretched little Spinda! Who -- ! [He kicks angrily at the sand.] No, no, this will not do! I will not allow this! Where are my -- Ah. [On the ground beside him, being slowly covered in sand -- his Pokeballs and Xtransceiver. He gathers all the Pokeballs into a pile and frowns.] Right. This is a perfectly horrible situation, my lovelies; but at least you are not stolen again.

[Very clumsily, he picks up the Xtransceiver. He manages to turn it on and navigates awkwardly to the audio broadcasting option. Don't want to go over the network as a Spinda, after all. Audio will do just fine for now.]

Emmet! Resix! [He pauses, and adds as an afterthought:] Paprika! Where are you? Report to me immediately! Oh, and Demyx, if you get this, I just want you to know that I am oh-so-disappointed in your lack of attendance; I do hope you've been productive or I might have to question your usefulness. [He pauses again. Was that everything? It was enough for now, he supposes. He shuts off the transmission and drops the Xtransceiver onto the pile of Pokeballs.

He sits down in the sand and folds his arms, sitting in silence for a few moments. Grumbling, he reaches over and drags the Xtransceiver to his lap, then fumbles with it until he gets some music playing. Whatever is he going to do? He's never been a Pokemon before. Why is he a Pokemon! Was it that stone's fault? Oooh, he'd been so close to snatching the thing! That would have been a real victory. And now he is set back once again. Who could you even threaten or coerce to get turned back into a human? He's at a loss.]
[identity profile] united-mods.livejournal.com
WELCOME TO THE RELIC CASTLE

I shall be your guide and snarky narrator - replying to most comments with a bit of humour - acting as your Game Master for this adventure though this castle. The goal? To explore and find the Dark Stone. There are seven stories, and you will need to get to the bottom. Please note that if we don't wrap this up by Halloween, the Pokemonfication event will still be happening.

How this is gonna work? There's gonna be comments down there. When somebody solves the floor, then the next floor will go up. Simple? I sure hope so!
[identity profile] demyxusedsplash.livejournal.com
[When Demyx appears on the screen, he looks significantly more disheveled than in his previous messages. His normally well-groomed hair is mussed and his coat appears to have a layer of dust covering it. The first thing he does is raise one of his black boots, then slowly tip it over with a scowl. A fair amount of sand pours out of the opening.]

Sandstorms. Suck. [He sighs and pulls the boot back on.] I mean, have you guys seen this place? Sandstorm central! I've got sand everywhere, I'm tellin' you! Ugh, I'm lucky I found this place, really... 'Else I'd probably still be stuck out there.

... Oh! Right, uh... Miror! Didja know there's totally a bunch of ruins around here? That's where I am now! Looks sorta like it might've been some sorta castle once upon a time. [He moves his wrist around, showing the clay walls and pillars around him. Soon, the video pans back over to him.] There's a whole bunch of Pokemon around here, too-- I caught a turtle! A sea turtle. In the middle of the desert. [He shrugs.] Don't ask me how, but it's for real.

[Suddenly, there's a loud bellowing sound-- something close to a roar. Demyx's eyebrows shoot up, and he begins glancing over his shoulders in alarm.] Uh... Yeah, there's also that. Something keeps making that noise, and it--

[Another roar, this time louder in volume, and screeching. The wall behind him seems to rattle; dust scatters. Demyx scrambles to his feet.] Aw crap, I gotta get outta here...!

[And so he does! He glances briefly at the Xtransceiver as he runs.] Uh, y'know... leave me a message or somethin'! See ya! [He hastily cuts the feed.]