Arcran
2017-05-31, 09:16 AM
A Heroic Return
Marcus put his hand over his eyes as he reached the outskirts of the Painted Ruins, grinning softly. "Welcome home," the Trainer whispered while he gently tossed out Arbus' Pokeball, the yellow-tailed Smeargle appearing in a flash. This time Marcus had left Pix behind, but he doubted the tiny Surskit would care much. There was plenty for her to accomplish in Armedius, after all.
Fortunately, Marcus more or less remembered the path through the ruins, and between himself and Arbus he was able to quickly find his way down to the cathedral. Marcus solemnly took his shoes off at the door, before walking in to find Hero hard at work painting new images. He saw himself, battling Mint with Tesla in the background, Devyn staring down the titanic Groudon mecha, Dominic near some great burning tree, and a man he didn't recognize standing over another, Doublade clutched in either hand. Marcus grins softly, giving a soft chuckle.
Should have figured you'd know the whole story already, Marcus says, looking over the wall. Although you might have made Dominic a bit too tall, he adds a second later, causing the corner's of the Smeargle's mouth to curl up. You may need new glasses if you believe that, Hero says dryly, before looking at Marcus with a more serious expression. Thank you for saving Tesla. No Cryptid should be forced to suffer at the hand of the one that killed their Prime. Dirgesong should be able to keep him as safe as is possible, which is a small blessing, Hero continues, nodding towards Marcus.
It wouldn't have been possible without your help. We barely made it out as is, Marcus says honestly, running his hands awkwardly through his hair. We got in a bit over our heads for a second, but somehow came out in one piece. At the very least Dirgesong can give Tesla some peace, and we've struck a huge blow against Jamba, Marcus states, before looking at Hero again. Unfortunately, this isn't entirely a social visit. I'm sure you already know what that mech was capable of, right?" Marcus says, gesturing towards the wall. Hero simply gave a curt nod. "A handful of Rank 7 Trainers, a Prime as capable as I am, and somebody merged with what might as well be a god barely defeated it. Who knows how many more like it Teller has? Marcus says with a sigh, looking to his right at Quicksilver. I've come to ask your help again. One question, and then a few dozen more about sculptures, Marcus says, drawing a groan from Quicksilver. Although, I suppose it's an easy question for the former: As far as you know, did anybody ever create an artificial Cryptid?
Hero raised an eyebrow at the question, a concerned look crossing his face. Attempted? Yes. Successfully? No. I assume you are planning something along those lines? Hero asks. The look on Marcus' face was all the answer that Hero needed. I see. I won't stop you, but you but you must also be prepared to face the consequences of such an action, Hero says, mirroring what he had so long ago. Some of the consequences were appalling, and I have already warned you about the dangers of controlling more than one Cryptid, Hero states. Tread carefully, if that is what you wish to attempt, and speak to Uxie. She may be slightly more open to this, the Smeargle concedes. As for your other request... he says, whipping his tail across his slab for a moment before a Tyranitar leaps from the page. Quicksilver, show me how your power has grown.
Hard to do it you don't watch, the Weavile mutters in annoyance as Hero turns back to his painting, before futilely sending his sculptures towards the rocky titan.
Teacher's Pet
You want what? Koon asks, rubbing his temples as he sat in his chair. Unlike Hero, the Headmaster hadn't known the entire story of how Marcus had rescued Tesla, and had taken slightly more time to catch up before Marcus could begin badgering him with questions.
Secure lab facilities, as well as whatever lab equipment you can share. It's, uh, for your class, Marcus says half-hardheartedly, knowing that it was far too much to ask for for the level of class he was in. Koon didn't even bother to acknowledge the lie, before leaning back in his chair. I can probably get you some equipment in the abandoned dorm, or at least send it to your dorm. Brandon would be willing to help you, and I don't doubt t he others would jump at the chance. I don't suppose you could at least tell me what you're planning?
Marcus grins softly as he slides a small packet of paper across the table, with 'Introduction of Cryptid Energy to Mundane Pokemon' printed neatly on the first page, with 'By Marcus Ticker' written in smaller font below.
I wasn't kidding when I said it was for a class.
Divine Inspiration
Marcus sat in Uxie's cave, silently giving thanks that Uxie already knew everything that had transpired with Tesla. After recounting it so many times, the story was beginning to get a little bit old. Marcus sat at the same table as before, slowly drinking coffee, Babel standing like a statue a few yards away. Quicksilver was reclining in a chair as well, turning his cup of tea into the iced variety as he popped the cubes into his mouth one by one, crunching them loudly.
What brings you back, Marcus of the Ice? the god asks, the statue lighting up once again. You are nearing the time when you might challenge the Library, but that time is not now.
Marcus takes a long sip, before setting his coffee down. Nothing so grand this time. I just want to discuss some theories I've had, Marcus states, carefully watching the statue. Uxie had refused to simply give him knowledge, but collaboration would be allowed, correct? After all, Marcus hadn't spent the last week in the library pouring over ancient books for an answer for nothing. From a purely theoretical perspective, if we ignore the divine component a Cryptid exists due to an enhanced connection to a particular Type, coupled with the power to capitalize upon it, correct? Marcus says.
A bit of a simplification, but from a purely theoretical standpoint, it's sound, Uxie replies. If Marcus wasn't mistaken, the eyes on the statue had grown just a shade brighter at the question.
From that perspective then, what is stopping somebody from creating an artificial Cryptid? The only significant obstacle, at least from what I have observed, is the power required, and finding an appropriate way to bond the two. Correct?
In a way, Uxie replies, clearly carefully picking her words. Stability is more of a concern than the actual bonding process. As you read in 'Aldric's Folly,' you know how disastrously an attempt to channel the power of the Unown into a Pokemon went, Uxie states. While not entirely equivalent, it bears a similarity. A rapid influx of power can damage the mind as much as the body, and is likely the greater evil of the two methods of failure.
Marcus nods slowly, only mildly surprised that Uxie was aware of his reading habits. Cannot some of the mental instability be attributed to the fact that Aldric attempted to bond it to newborn Pokemon? If, for example, you were to attempt it with Eggs or a fully grown Pokemon couldn't it be done in a far more stable fashion?
Perhaps, Uxie replies cryptically, as the statues' eyes grow a bit brighter. Of course, how would you provide a power source? Unless you intend to sacrifice Quicksilver-
As if he could if he wanted to.
-unless you intend to sacrifice Quicksilver, you're lacking in a proper source of power.
I believe I already have a solution for that, Marcus states, hoping his theories for Mint's power source were correct. What I'm here about is a much more simple matter. I need a way to make sure the bonding ritual takes, and am simply coming to you to ask about the authenticity of something, Marcus states, pulling out a pile of hastily scribbled notes, and an ancient tome labeled 'Magicks Most Vile,' causing the statue's eyes to grow brighter still.
I would like to verify the authenticity of a few of these. I'd rather not kill myself before attempting the library, Marcus states, opening the tome to his first bookmark.
Freshly Minted Science
Marcus sat in his new lab, ancient tomes from the library neatly piled around the room as he rubbed his temples. Mint's body was carefully disassembled on a table behind him, with eighteen vials full of some kind of strange liquid lined up in alphabetical order by Type affiliation, although a handful were becoming dangerously low. His journal was open in front of him, and Marcus skimmed his notes as he leaned back in his chair. In a corner of the room coated in strange symbols Icon was leaning against the wall, snoring loudly in a rhythmic fashion.
The fluid that seems to have once powered Mint's type-shifting capabilities is still largely a mystery. It's clearly a suspension of some sort, although exactly what makes it up is largely unknown. The particulates within resemble shards or Type Plates, but neither would provide adequate power. My current theory is that they are comprised of the legendary original Type Plate, imbued with far more power than the imitations Artificers can craft today, although I've yet to find any concrete proof about the existence of such Plates. If I had a larger sample I might be able to get a better idea, but until I can get to Varro's airship that is a moot point.
Marcus sighs, before standing up to try to stretch for a moment. He was no closer to understanding the material than he had been originally, and he was running out of time. Marcus glanced at his watch, before sighing. 2:34 AM. Great. Now he'd made zero progress on how Mint's type juice worked, as well as depriving himself of sleep. Still, it might not be completely useless, right? He'd at least gotten a little bit closer on his designs for the ritual. Marcus slowly walks over to his whiteboard, glancing it over. The shape on it looked like the symbol that hung over a Prime's head, but with a few arcane additions. The Ice Prime sighs once again, before turning the whiteboard over once again, looking at a series of hastily scribbled notes for each of his Pokemon. Most had been hesitant to volunteer, but Icon had been quick to respond. After all, the Pokemon had wanted to get stronger, right?
The first few trials had been very anticlimatic, and Marcus had burned through a good deal of his stockpile of the Steel-linked fluid. As he got low on that, Marcus began experimenting with the Fighting fluid, but even that ran low. Now he was down to Dragon, but even that was begining to run low. It wasn't that he wasn't able to create magical energy; very much the opposite, in fact. Icon's visit to the Pokemon Center had been the result of a massive discharge of energy that had sent Marcus and the behemoth flying. The issue was getting the energy to bond with Icon, and thus far none of the symbols or rituals found in the tomes had worked. He needed to try something new, something he hadn't thought of yet.
Marcus runs a hand through his hair, accidentally nudging one of the bandages from yesterday's mishap, his hand coming away with a small amount of blood. And then it dawned on Marcus. The one thing that was missing from his ritual.
You can't have a Cryptid without a Prime.
Iconic Changes
Stop fidgeting, Marcus commands as Arbus continues to paint shapes onto Icon's body, using minute amounts of the Dragon Essence that Marcus had diluted slightly with an inert bonding agent to let it act more as paint. The Nidoking snarled, but stopped moving at his Trainer's command. Arbus glanced at Marcus' diagrams once again, before finishing up the design, and nodding once at Marcus. The Ice Prime might have grinned, but it was hard to keep up the same level of enthusiasm on Trial 67 that he'd maintained for Trial 1. In all likelihood, this would just give him more data to refine his methods, but that was how science worked. Or magic. Or whatever the hell he was doing at this point.
Marcus stopped jotting down notes for a moment to inspect Arbus' work. Like the previous thirty times, the artistry was impeccable, and Marcus once again made a note to himself to thank Hero. Icon currently stood in the center of a ring resembling Arceus' symbol, albeit with some decidedly draconic characteristics. The prongs were sharper, almost fanged, and conveyed a level of savagery that his own symbol could not. Icon's body continued the diagram, with the center circle ending on Icon's forehead, the three points of Arceus' sign pointing there.
Arbus steps to the side, allowing Marcus to get close to Icon, balking slightly as Marcus picks up a small knife. The frail Trainer gets a half step away from Icon before sliding the blade across his palm, wincing as the cold metal tears through his skin. As the blood began to seep out Marcus pressed his hand to Icon's forehead, in the center of the diagram, and focused upon his singular Sliver of Eternity.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind before Marcus was launched across the room, slamming heavily into the far wall, his head cracking audibly against the wall. Still, despite the pain, the slightest of grins crosses Marcus' face as he sees a great shape looming in the corner of the room. The grin remains as he slips into unconsciousness.
A Helping Hand
Rosso, remember the only rule. Not until we meet our friend, Marcus says, placing a hand on the much, much larger boys' chest. Rosso glared at the Elban Trainer, before nodding slightly. Right. Sorry, Rosso says, clearly annoyed by the entire ordeal. The larger boy stormed off, and Marcus sighed. He couldn't really blame Rosso for having a short temper, but he didn't know how dependent Dirgesong's continued help was on him following this rule, and he'd rather keep as many Ancient Cryptids on his side as possible.
Fortunately, after leaving Armedius the journey became much simpler. The two stuck to the Routes, and avoided any significant encounters with Wild Pokemon. No Trainers challenged them, although Marcus had a sneaking suspicion that was simply due to the death glare that Rosso shot at anybody who got too close. Soon enough the group arrived at Thousand Acres, and after briefly consulting with Lillian, Marcus and Rosso find their way to the Fairy Cryptid's hideaway, with Quicksilver walking by his side.
Welcome young Prime, Quicksilver, and guest, the Cryptid says, voice soft, although it does rise slightly as she says Quicksilver's name, Welcome to my inner sanctum. My name is Mira, and I am the Fairy Cryptid of the last cycle, healer of wounds, giver of life, and granter of fertility.
Marcus inclines his head slightly, and Rosso quickly follows. Healer of Wounds, Marcus says, using the most applicable moniker for what he was going to ask. I'm unsure if you heard, but a Cryptid who's Prime was taken was captured by those that meant him harm. My allies and myself fought to rescue him, but one paid a dear price, Marcus says, gesturing towards Rosso's stump. If you would heal him, I would be in your debt.
So the wounds are not your doing this time, Quicksilver, Mira says, her tone nearly as icy as the symbol over Marcus' head. As I told the last Prime to visit, my healing is not a gift, but a blessing. Those that would charge for healing are no better than those that inflict wounds, the Cryptid states before leaning forward, tapping Rosso's arm. In a bright flash of light Rosso's arm begins to grow, until a new appendage slowly sprouts from the stump. It wasn't quite as large as his other arm, but it appeared functional.
Oh yes, Rosso says, flexing his arm until veins were bulging, although he sounds a little out of breath. Oh HELL yes. Thank you! the boy says quickly as he begins to test his range of motion, a massive grin on his face.
Young Prime, tell Hero hello for me when you next speak, Mira says, before vanishing back into the tree.
So, Rosso says, still testing his new arm as the duo leaves the tree. Where to next?
I need to head to Wrystone, Marcus says, running a hand through his hair. But Quicksilver and I are going to work on some new toys. Be ready for us when we get back, Marcus states. After all, we need to make sure that arm works, right?
Rosso grins wolfishly, before the two start the long journey home.
Going to Chronicle Mira!
The Heat of Battle
Marcus set his five Pokeballs on the ground, a serious expression on his face as he stared down Leo Blackwell. If Marcus were more confident in his capturing abilities he'd be going after Leo's Secret Battle but, well, he was far from a capture specialist. Quicksilver sat a few yards away, two snowflakes slowly swirling around his head. Marcus could have said he was avoiding using the Weavile to keep a slightly lower profile, but that was a moot point. He just wanted the battle to be a challenge.
On three? Leo asks, causing Marcus to nod as he focuses on the battle.
One...
Two...
Three!
Both Trainer move in a fluid fashion, with Marcus flinging out Gelver's Pokeball, even as a Tropius appears on Leo's side of the battlefield.
Gelver, Ice Beam! Marcus shouts, and the battle begins. At first, it seemed the two were evenly matched. Gelver took a few hits, but quickly dismantled the Tropius, only to be taken out by the Breloom that followed. Pix followed the Greninja, only to be returned hastily after an unfortunate Spore and replaced with Arista. Arista was barely unable to finish the task, but Pix was more than capable, although she too soon fell after a Talonflame surged forward in a near-invisible blur. Unfortunately for the bird, Comiter was more than capable of knocking a bird out of the air, and a few well-placed bones ended that battle.
Marcus grinned confidently. Leo had only one Pokemon remaining, and he still had two in near-perfect shape. That grin quickly dimmed, however, as Leo released the largest Darmanitan he'd seen in his life.
Peņo, Solar Fist, Leo says and, in an instant, Comiter is unconscious.
Marcus looked at the Darmanitan in front of him, no small amount of concern evident in his face. This was going to be a hell of a trial run. Marcus slowly picks up Icon's Pokeball, then flings it into the battlefield.
What emerges from the Pokeball is a terrifying beast, easily twice the size of a normal Nidoking. Its body was rough and jagged, somewhat reminiscent of a Druddigon, and those with particularly keen vision might notice a small, barely distinguishable mark of the Dragon Prime on the Nidoking's forehead, just below his horn. Icon lets out a roar, smashing his tail into the ground. The Darmanitan doesn't waste a second before charging forward and slamming a flaming fist into the Nidoking's face, only for the behemoth to barely flinch. Icon grins savagely, before two great wings erupt from his back, and the beast takes to the air. The earth itself starts to erupt beneath the Darmanitan and, despite the Darmanitan's best efforts, the battle is soon over.
Leo, for his credit, seems largely unfazed by the fact that a flying Nidoking had just destroyed the floor of his Gym. Good battle, Leo says, his tone suspicious until he sees the small mark on Icon's forehead, before glancing at Quicksilver a few times. He's not... natural, is he?
Naturally a Nidoking, but he's had a few improvements, Marcus admits with a shrug, causing Leo to relax slightly.
Good. Koon spoke highly of you, and wouldn't want to think you're the kind to steal a Cryptid. In any case, congratulations. Your Badge, and I'll see what I can do about getting you a pass for the Danger Zone, Leo says, before grinning as the surprise crosses Marcus' face. What? You thought the Gym Leader wouldn't notice you asking around about his wife's protege?
Going to Chronicle Leo, as well as his Gym!
Stars and Sculptures
Marcus sat in the training room of the Shooting Stars, idly sketching out a diagram for use on Gelver, occasionally glancing up to watch the miniature skirmishes occurring around the room. In one corner Rosso was sparring with Champion, while Jeff and Patrick were talking in another, trying to plan their course of action. Four smaller Sculptures climbed aboard a massive frozen Flygon in the center of the room, clearly focused on the duo. Quicksilver was lounging nearby, but closely watching his Sculptures.
The Ice Prime barely notices as Jun slides in next to him, looking at his paper curiously. Who's getting the upgrade now? Arista? Jun asks, looking at the rainbow of colors with curiosity.
You'll have to wait and see, Marcus states, snapping his journal shut as another appears in his hand, with 'Sculptures, Volume 4' scrawled on the side. You might want to watch this though. I think it'll be rather useful, Marcus says with a grin, before nodding at Quicksilver.
Alright, go! the Weavile shouts, just in time for Jeff and Patrick to fling out Pokemon who instantly started firing barrages of energy at the Flygon, who flies through it with only minor damage. An instant later the smaller sculptures leap from its back, with two coating the ground in dangerous icicles to make life difficult for the two Shooting Stars, while the others begin a savage assault with icy claws. The battle is interrupted by a sharp CRACK as Rosso finally lands a solid blow on Champion, sending a pile of ice cubes scattering across the floor, and causing Marcus to sigh.
He seems to be recovering well, Jun says, a hopeful note in her voice. Thanks for working with him so much. He'll never admit it, but he appreciates all you've done, even if you owed him, Jun says, watching as Jeff's Pokemon was taken down by the strange Sculpture army, although Patrick's seemed to still be putting up a fight. I'm guessing the Training Room is going to be more or less offline while you're at the Item Workshop?
Unfortunately, yes, Marcus says, taking a pause from his notes on the battle. Quicksilver has a limited radius, and Stormwrack is just outside where he can sustain them here. In any case, he couldn't rebuild them when you broke them from that far away, Marcus says, wincing as one of his Pawns is incinerated by Patrick's Flareon.
Shame. Jeff seems to be rather attached. After the power plant, he's been here almost constantly, Jun says, a note of sadness in her voice. Marcus simply nods; he'd noticed the same. Did Jeff blame himself for what had happened? In any case, Marcus was going to try to get the boy something from the Item Shop. Jeff seemed to have a knack for alchemy, and if he could just kickstart that gift...
Marcus adjusts his glasses as he gets off track again, glancing at Jun. If anything happens here, call me, alright? I'll drop everything and be here as fast as I can fly, Marcus states, causing Jun to sigh.
We can take care of ourselves Marcus. Koon isn't going to let anything happen-JEFF! Jun suddenly shouts, looking at the other boy. ARE YOU GOING TO LET SOMETHING OUT, OR JUST STAND THERE? she cries as Jeff is a bit too slow to release another Pokemon. Anyways, Koon isn't going to let anything get to us. I'm more worried about you, to be honest. The whole thing seems like a trap, Jun says with a frown.
I'll be alright. Quicksilver and I have been working, and we're not going alone, he says, watching as Patrick and Jeff finally finish off the makeshift air force of Pokemon. More or less taking an army, to be perfectly honest, Marcus says, snapping his journal shut. Anyways, I need to go get everything ready for Gelver, Marcus says, cracking his back. Tell Devyn congratulations at graduation for me, will you? Marcus says, drawing a nod from Jun, whole quickly turns to Quicksilver.
Hey, Frosty! the girl shouts. Got anything new for me?
Marcus catches Quicksilver's smirk as he begins sculpting something from the ice, starting with two massive swords, at least until Gelver fired an aquatic bullet at it, shattering the work in progress.
An Unexpected Surprise
Alright Arista, let's try this again, Marcus says, putting down three of his fingers on his left hand. The Muk quickly coated an appendage in ice, slamming it into the punching bag. Marcus gives a relieved sigh, before putting up an additional two on his right hand, only for Arista to once again use Ice Punch. Marcus sighs, and Quicksilver chuckles. What do you expect from somebody's brain who is literally mush? Quicksilver says, before ducking under a blob of sludge fired at his head, laughing all the harder.
We'll pick this up tomorrow, alright Arista? Marcus says, snapping shut the Muk's journal as he begins to pack up, looking at the clock. Past midnight, again. Still, he'd made good progress with just about everybody; at this point, he was just trying to get a few more tricks in Arista's repertoire. Let's go meet the others, then we can hit the road, Marcus says, heading towards the gym where he'd left Gelver, Icon, and the others to relax. When he arrives, Marcus idly notices the complete silence, but just assumes his team was taking a nap. When he opens to door to see complete darkness, Marcus is almost instantly on edge. What the hell was happening? He holds up a fist, pointing towards Quicksilver, and two small snowflake-shaped Sculptures fly into the room, rapidly scanning. However, before Quicksilver can make a report, the lights suddenly flash on, and a resounding shout fills the room.
SURPRISE!
Marcus, still blinking at the sudden lights, staggers backwards, trying to get his bearings before he spots Jeff, Devyn, Jun, Rosso, Puck and Brandon standing in the center of the Gym, a table with a small cake, food, and a handful of beers. Balloons made of Dawn's fluff floated around the room, giving it a bit of a festive feel, while Marcus simply stood there, a little dumbfounded.
Wha-what? Marcus says, cleaning his glasses nervously. Did I do something? Marcus asks, causing Rosso to laugh.
Told you he'd forget, the larger boy mutters, nudging Jeff as the younger boy dejectedly hands over a few small bills.
Seriously Marcus? Do you know the date? Jun says, her surprise evident. It's your mukking birthday! How can you do this? she says, pointing at Icon, But forget the day you were born?
Hey, cut him some slack, he's an old man now. Only makes sense that his memory would be going a little bit, Puck says with a wink. Brandon tossed Marcus a beer, even as Pix chittered angrily at him for it. Marcus managed to completely miss the catch, but Arista was able to pick up the slack, gently shoving the drink into Marcus' hand.
Hurry up and blow out your candles! Jun shouts, causing Marcus to hustle over, before silently making a wish and blowing out about half his candles, a mistake he rectified an instant later.
What ensued wasn't exactly a crazy party but, at least in Marcus' mind, was perfect. Icon decided that Rosso was his new best friend after the boy whipped out a cake just for the Nidoking, which Icon fervently guarded from all but Comiter. Quicksilver told stories of the days of yore, ones that had even Marcus' eyes as big as saucers, and had Gelver harumphing angrily ever few seconds. Even Pix lightened up for once, as she and Arista attempted an elaborate (if poorly executed) attempt to steal the remainder of Icon's cake.
By the time the sun was up it was just Marcus and Devyn still conscious, the two just sitting in silence for a long moment before Marcus spoke.
Hey Devyn, Marcus says quietly, trying not to wake the others. The older boy nods, looking around the room for a moment.
Thanks, Marcus says, looking away from Devyn. For fighting for me to be a Star, for the power plant, for this... Marcus says, keeping his eyes firmly planted on the far wall. It means a lot, you know? I owe you more than I can put into words.
Don't mention it, Devyn says, staring at the same wall as Marcus. What are friends for?
Marcus put his hand over his eyes as he reached the outskirts of the Painted Ruins, grinning softly. "Welcome home," the Trainer whispered while he gently tossed out Arbus' Pokeball, the yellow-tailed Smeargle appearing in a flash. This time Marcus had left Pix behind, but he doubted the tiny Surskit would care much. There was plenty for her to accomplish in Armedius, after all.
Fortunately, Marcus more or less remembered the path through the ruins, and between himself and Arbus he was able to quickly find his way down to the cathedral. Marcus solemnly took his shoes off at the door, before walking in to find Hero hard at work painting new images. He saw himself, battling Mint with Tesla in the background, Devyn staring down the titanic Groudon mecha, Dominic near some great burning tree, and a man he didn't recognize standing over another, Doublade clutched in either hand. Marcus grins softly, giving a soft chuckle.
Should have figured you'd know the whole story already, Marcus says, looking over the wall. Although you might have made Dominic a bit too tall, he adds a second later, causing the corner's of the Smeargle's mouth to curl up. You may need new glasses if you believe that, Hero says dryly, before looking at Marcus with a more serious expression. Thank you for saving Tesla. No Cryptid should be forced to suffer at the hand of the one that killed their Prime. Dirgesong should be able to keep him as safe as is possible, which is a small blessing, Hero continues, nodding towards Marcus.
It wouldn't have been possible without your help. We barely made it out as is, Marcus says honestly, running his hands awkwardly through his hair. We got in a bit over our heads for a second, but somehow came out in one piece. At the very least Dirgesong can give Tesla some peace, and we've struck a huge blow against Jamba, Marcus states, before looking at Hero again. Unfortunately, this isn't entirely a social visit. I'm sure you already know what that mech was capable of, right?" Marcus says, gesturing towards the wall. Hero simply gave a curt nod. "A handful of Rank 7 Trainers, a Prime as capable as I am, and somebody merged with what might as well be a god barely defeated it. Who knows how many more like it Teller has? Marcus says with a sigh, looking to his right at Quicksilver. I've come to ask your help again. One question, and then a few dozen more about sculptures, Marcus says, drawing a groan from Quicksilver. Although, I suppose it's an easy question for the former: As far as you know, did anybody ever create an artificial Cryptid?
Hero raised an eyebrow at the question, a concerned look crossing his face. Attempted? Yes. Successfully? No. I assume you are planning something along those lines? Hero asks. The look on Marcus' face was all the answer that Hero needed. I see. I won't stop you, but you but you must also be prepared to face the consequences of such an action, Hero says, mirroring what he had so long ago. Some of the consequences were appalling, and I have already warned you about the dangers of controlling more than one Cryptid, Hero states. Tread carefully, if that is what you wish to attempt, and speak to Uxie. She may be slightly more open to this, the Smeargle concedes. As for your other request... he says, whipping his tail across his slab for a moment before a Tyranitar leaps from the page. Quicksilver, show me how your power has grown.
Hard to do it you don't watch, the Weavile mutters in annoyance as Hero turns back to his painting, before futilely sending his sculptures towards the rocky titan.
Teacher's Pet
You want what? Koon asks, rubbing his temples as he sat in his chair. Unlike Hero, the Headmaster hadn't known the entire story of how Marcus had rescued Tesla, and had taken slightly more time to catch up before Marcus could begin badgering him with questions.
Secure lab facilities, as well as whatever lab equipment you can share. It's, uh, for your class, Marcus says half-hardheartedly, knowing that it was far too much to ask for for the level of class he was in. Koon didn't even bother to acknowledge the lie, before leaning back in his chair. I can probably get you some equipment in the abandoned dorm, or at least send it to your dorm. Brandon would be willing to help you, and I don't doubt t he others would jump at the chance. I don't suppose you could at least tell me what you're planning?
Marcus grins softly as he slides a small packet of paper across the table, with 'Introduction of Cryptid Energy to Mundane Pokemon' printed neatly on the first page, with 'By Marcus Ticker' written in smaller font below.
I wasn't kidding when I said it was for a class.
Divine Inspiration
Marcus sat in Uxie's cave, silently giving thanks that Uxie already knew everything that had transpired with Tesla. After recounting it so many times, the story was beginning to get a little bit old. Marcus sat at the same table as before, slowly drinking coffee, Babel standing like a statue a few yards away. Quicksilver was reclining in a chair as well, turning his cup of tea into the iced variety as he popped the cubes into his mouth one by one, crunching them loudly.
What brings you back, Marcus of the Ice? the god asks, the statue lighting up once again. You are nearing the time when you might challenge the Library, but that time is not now.
Marcus takes a long sip, before setting his coffee down. Nothing so grand this time. I just want to discuss some theories I've had, Marcus states, carefully watching the statue. Uxie had refused to simply give him knowledge, but collaboration would be allowed, correct? After all, Marcus hadn't spent the last week in the library pouring over ancient books for an answer for nothing. From a purely theoretical perspective, if we ignore the divine component a Cryptid exists due to an enhanced connection to a particular Type, coupled with the power to capitalize upon it, correct? Marcus says.
A bit of a simplification, but from a purely theoretical standpoint, it's sound, Uxie replies. If Marcus wasn't mistaken, the eyes on the statue had grown just a shade brighter at the question.
From that perspective then, what is stopping somebody from creating an artificial Cryptid? The only significant obstacle, at least from what I have observed, is the power required, and finding an appropriate way to bond the two. Correct?
In a way, Uxie replies, clearly carefully picking her words. Stability is more of a concern than the actual bonding process. As you read in 'Aldric's Folly,' you know how disastrously an attempt to channel the power of the Unown into a Pokemon went, Uxie states. While not entirely equivalent, it bears a similarity. A rapid influx of power can damage the mind as much as the body, and is likely the greater evil of the two methods of failure.
Marcus nods slowly, only mildly surprised that Uxie was aware of his reading habits. Cannot some of the mental instability be attributed to the fact that Aldric attempted to bond it to newborn Pokemon? If, for example, you were to attempt it with Eggs or a fully grown Pokemon couldn't it be done in a far more stable fashion?
Perhaps, Uxie replies cryptically, as the statues' eyes grow a bit brighter. Of course, how would you provide a power source? Unless you intend to sacrifice Quicksilver-
As if he could if he wanted to.
-unless you intend to sacrifice Quicksilver, you're lacking in a proper source of power.
I believe I already have a solution for that, Marcus states, hoping his theories for Mint's power source were correct. What I'm here about is a much more simple matter. I need a way to make sure the bonding ritual takes, and am simply coming to you to ask about the authenticity of something, Marcus states, pulling out a pile of hastily scribbled notes, and an ancient tome labeled 'Magicks Most Vile,' causing the statue's eyes to grow brighter still.
I would like to verify the authenticity of a few of these. I'd rather not kill myself before attempting the library, Marcus states, opening the tome to his first bookmark.
Freshly Minted Science
Marcus sat in his new lab, ancient tomes from the library neatly piled around the room as he rubbed his temples. Mint's body was carefully disassembled on a table behind him, with eighteen vials full of some kind of strange liquid lined up in alphabetical order by Type affiliation, although a handful were becoming dangerously low. His journal was open in front of him, and Marcus skimmed his notes as he leaned back in his chair. In a corner of the room coated in strange symbols Icon was leaning against the wall, snoring loudly in a rhythmic fashion.
The fluid that seems to have once powered Mint's type-shifting capabilities is still largely a mystery. It's clearly a suspension of some sort, although exactly what makes it up is largely unknown. The particulates within resemble shards or Type Plates, but neither would provide adequate power. My current theory is that they are comprised of the legendary original Type Plate, imbued with far more power than the imitations Artificers can craft today, although I've yet to find any concrete proof about the existence of such Plates. If I had a larger sample I might be able to get a better idea, but until I can get to Varro's airship that is a moot point.
Marcus sighs, before standing up to try to stretch for a moment. He was no closer to understanding the material than he had been originally, and he was running out of time. Marcus glanced at his watch, before sighing. 2:34 AM. Great. Now he'd made zero progress on how Mint's type juice worked, as well as depriving himself of sleep. Still, it might not be completely useless, right? He'd at least gotten a little bit closer on his designs for the ritual. Marcus slowly walks over to his whiteboard, glancing it over. The shape on it looked like the symbol that hung over a Prime's head, but with a few arcane additions. The Ice Prime sighs once again, before turning the whiteboard over once again, looking at a series of hastily scribbled notes for each of his Pokemon. Most had been hesitant to volunteer, but Icon had been quick to respond. After all, the Pokemon had wanted to get stronger, right?
The first few trials had been very anticlimatic, and Marcus had burned through a good deal of his stockpile of the Steel-linked fluid. As he got low on that, Marcus began experimenting with the Fighting fluid, but even that ran low. Now he was down to Dragon, but even that was begining to run low. It wasn't that he wasn't able to create magical energy; very much the opposite, in fact. Icon's visit to the Pokemon Center had been the result of a massive discharge of energy that had sent Marcus and the behemoth flying. The issue was getting the energy to bond with Icon, and thus far none of the symbols or rituals found in the tomes had worked. He needed to try something new, something he hadn't thought of yet.
Marcus runs a hand through his hair, accidentally nudging one of the bandages from yesterday's mishap, his hand coming away with a small amount of blood. And then it dawned on Marcus. The one thing that was missing from his ritual.
You can't have a Cryptid without a Prime.
Iconic Changes
Stop fidgeting, Marcus commands as Arbus continues to paint shapes onto Icon's body, using minute amounts of the Dragon Essence that Marcus had diluted slightly with an inert bonding agent to let it act more as paint. The Nidoking snarled, but stopped moving at his Trainer's command. Arbus glanced at Marcus' diagrams once again, before finishing up the design, and nodding once at Marcus. The Ice Prime might have grinned, but it was hard to keep up the same level of enthusiasm on Trial 67 that he'd maintained for Trial 1. In all likelihood, this would just give him more data to refine his methods, but that was how science worked. Or magic. Or whatever the hell he was doing at this point.
Marcus stopped jotting down notes for a moment to inspect Arbus' work. Like the previous thirty times, the artistry was impeccable, and Marcus once again made a note to himself to thank Hero. Icon currently stood in the center of a ring resembling Arceus' symbol, albeit with some decidedly draconic characteristics. The prongs were sharper, almost fanged, and conveyed a level of savagery that his own symbol could not. Icon's body continued the diagram, with the center circle ending on Icon's forehead, the three points of Arceus' sign pointing there.
Arbus steps to the side, allowing Marcus to get close to Icon, balking slightly as Marcus picks up a small knife. The frail Trainer gets a half step away from Icon before sliding the blade across his palm, wincing as the cold metal tears through his skin. As the blood began to seep out Marcus pressed his hand to Icon's forehead, in the center of the diagram, and focused upon his singular Sliver of Eternity.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind before Marcus was launched across the room, slamming heavily into the far wall, his head cracking audibly against the wall. Still, despite the pain, the slightest of grins crosses Marcus' face as he sees a great shape looming in the corner of the room. The grin remains as he slips into unconsciousness.
A Helping Hand
Rosso, remember the only rule. Not until we meet our friend, Marcus says, placing a hand on the much, much larger boys' chest. Rosso glared at the Elban Trainer, before nodding slightly. Right. Sorry, Rosso says, clearly annoyed by the entire ordeal. The larger boy stormed off, and Marcus sighed. He couldn't really blame Rosso for having a short temper, but he didn't know how dependent Dirgesong's continued help was on him following this rule, and he'd rather keep as many Ancient Cryptids on his side as possible.
Fortunately, after leaving Armedius the journey became much simpler. The two stuck to the Routes, and avoided any significant encounters with Wild Pokemon. No Trainers challenged them, although Marcus had a sneaking suspicion that was simply due to the death glare that Rosso shot at anybody who got too close. Soon enough the group arrived at Thousand Acres, and after briefly consulting with Lillian, Marcus and Rosso find their way to the Fairy Cryptid's hideaway, with Quicksilver walking by his side.
Welcome young Prime, Quicksilver, and guest, the Cryptid says, voice soft, although it does rise slightly as she says Quicksilver's name, Welcome to my inner sanctum. My name is Mira, and I am the Fairy Cryptid of the last cycle, healer of wounds, giver of life, and granter of fertility.
Marcus inclines his head slightly, and Rosso quickly follows. Healer of Wounds, Marcus says, using the most applicable moniker for what he was going to ask. I'm unsure if you heard, but a Cryptid who's Prime was taken was captured by those that meant him harm. My allies and myself fought to rescue him, but one paid a dear price, Marcus says, gesturing towards Rosso's stump. If you would heal him, I would be in your debt.
So the wounds are not your doing this time, Quicksilver, Mira says, her tone nearly as icy as the symbol over Marcus' head. As I told the last Prime to visit, my healing is not a gift, but a blessing. Those that would charge for healing are no better than those that inflict wounds, the Cryptid states before leaning forward, tapping Rosso's arm. In a bright flash of light Rosso's arm begins to grow, until a new appendage slowly sprouts from the stump. It wasn't quite as large as his other arm, but it appeared functional.
Oh yes, Rosso says, flexing his arm until veins were bulging, although he sounds a little out of breath. Oh HELL yes. Thank you! the boy says quickly as he begins to test his range of motion, a massive grin on his face.
Young Prime, tell Hero hello for me when you next speak, Mira says, before vanishing back into the tree.
So, Rosso says, still testing his new arm as the duo leaves the tree. Where to next?
I need to head to Wrystone, Marcus says, running a hand through his hair. But Quicksilver and I are going to work on some new toys. Be ready for us when we get back, Marcus states. After all, we need to make sure that arm works, right?
Rosso grins wolfishly, before the two start the long journey home.
Going to Chronicle Mira!
The Heat of Battle
Marcus set his five Pokeballs on the ground, a serious expression on his face as he stared down Leo Blackwell. If Marcus were more confident in his capturing abilities he'd be going after Leo's Secret Battle but, well, he was far from a capture specialist. Quicksilver sat a few yards away, two snowflakes slowly swirling around his head. Marcus could have said he was avoiding using the Weavile to keep a slightly lower profile, but that was a moot point. He just wanted the battle to be a challenge.
On three? Leo asks, causing Marcus to nod as he focuses on the battle.
One...
Two...
Three!
Both Trainer move in a fluid fashion, with Marcus flinging out Gelver's Pokeball, even as a Tropius appears on Leo's side of the battlefield.
Gelver, Ice Beam! Marcus shouts, and the battle begins. At first, it seemed the two were evenly matched. Gelver took a few hits, but quickly dismantled the Tropius, only to be taken out by the Breloom that followed. Pix followed the Greninja, only to be returned hastily after an unfortunate Spore and replaced with Arista. Arista was barely unable to finish the task, but Pix was more than capable, although she too soon fell after a Talonflame surged forward in a near-invisible blur. Unfortunately for the bird, Comiter was more than capable of knocking a bird out of the air, and a few well-placed bones ended that battle.
Marcus grinned confidently. Leo had only one Pokemon remaining, and he still had two in near-perfect shape. That grin quickly dimmed, however, as Leo released the largest Darmanitan he'd seen in his life.
Peņo, Solar Fist, Leo says and, in an instant, Comiter is unconscious.
Marcus looked at the Darmanitan in front of him, no small amount of concern evident in his face. This was going to be a hell of a trial run. Marcus slowly picks up Icon's Pokeball, then flings it into the battlefield.
What emerges from the Pokeball is a terrifying beast, easily twice the size of a normal Nidoking. Its body was rough and jagged, somewhat reminiscent of a Druddigon, and those with particularly keen vision might notice a small, barely distinguishable mark of the Dragon Prime on the Nidoking's forehead, just below his horn. Icon lets out a roar, smashing his tail into the ground. The Darmanitan doesn't waste a second before charging forward and slamming a flaming fist into the Nidoking's face, only for the behemoth to barely flinch. Icon grins savagely, before two great wings erupt from his back, and the beast takes to the air. The earth itself starts to erupt beneath the Darmanitan and, despite the Darmanitan's best efforts, the battle is soon over.
Leo, for his credit, seems largely unfazed by the fact that a flying Nidoking had just destroyed the floor of his Gym. Good battle, Leo says, his tone suspicious until he sees the small mark on Icon's forehead, before glancing at Quicksilver a few times. He's not... natural, is he?
Naturally a Nidoking, but he's had a few improvements, Marcus admits with a shrug, causing Leo to relax slightly.
Good. Koon spoke highly of you, and wouldn't want to think you're the kind to steal a Cryptid. In any case, congratulations. Your Badge, and I'll see what I can do about getting you a pass for the Danger Zone, Leo says, before grinning as the surprise crosses Marcus' face. What? You thought the Gym Leader wouldn't notice you asking around about his wife's protege?
Going to Chronicle Leo, as well as his Gym!
Stars and Sculptures
Marcus sat in the training room of the Shooting Stars, idly sketching out a diagram for use on Gelver, occasionally glancing up to watch the miniature skirmishes occurring around the room. In one corner Rosso was sparring with Champion, while Jeff and Patrick were talking in another, trying to plan their course of action. Four smaller Sculptures climbed aboard a massive frozen Flygon in the center of the room, clearly focused on the duo. Quicksilver was lounging nearby, but closely watching his Sculptures.
The Ice Prime barely notices as Jun slides in next to him, looking at his paper curiously. Who's getting the upgrade now? Arista? Jun asks, looking at the rainbow of colors with curiosity.
You'll have to wait and see, Marcus states, snapping his journal shut as another appears in his hand, with 'Sculptures, Volume 4' scrawled on the side. You might want to watch this though. I think it'll be rather useful, Marcus says with a grin, before nodding at Quicksilver.
Alright, go! the Weavile shouts, just in time for Jeff and Patrick to fling out Pokemon who instantly started firing barrages of energy at the Flygon, who flies through it with only minor damage. An instant later the smaller sculptures leap from its back, with two coating the ground in dangerous icicles to make life difficult for the two Shooting Stars, while the others begin a savage assault with icy claws. The battle is interrupted by a sharp CRACK as Rosso finally lands a solid blow on Champion, sending a pile of ice cubes scattering across the floor, and causing Marcus to sigh.
He seems to be recovering well, Jun says, a hopeful note in her voice. Thanks for working with him so much. He'll never admit it, but he appreciates all you've done, even if you owed him, Jun says, watching as Jeff's Pokemon was taken down by the strange Sculpture army, although Patrick's seemed to still be putting up a fight. I'm guessing the Training Room is going to be more or less offline while you're at the Item Workshop?
Unfortunately, yes, Marcus says, taking a pause from his notes on the battle. Quicksilver has a limited radius, and Stormwrack is just outside where he can sustain them here. In any case, he couldn't rebuild them when you broke them from that far away, Marcus says, wincing as one of his Pawns is incinerated by Patrick's Flareon.
Shame. Jeff seems to be rather attached. After the power plant, he's been here almost constantly, Jun says, a note of sadness in her voice. Marcus simply nods; he'd noticed the same. Did Jeff blame himself for what had happened? In any case, Marcus was going to try to get the boy something from the Item Shop. Jeff seemed to have a knack for alchemy, and if he could just kickstart that gift...
Marcus adjusts his glasses as he gets off track again, glancing at Jun. If anything happens here, call me, alright? I'll drop everything and be here as fast as I can fly, Marcus states, causing Jun to sigh.
We can take care of ourselves Marcus. Koon isn't going to let anything happen-JEFF! Jun suddenly shouts, looking at the other boy. ARE YOU GOING TO LET SOMETHING OUT, OR JUST STAND THERE? she cries as Jeff is a bit too slow to release another Pokemon. Anyways, Koon isn't going to let anything get to us. I'm more worried about you, to be honest. The whole thing seems like a trap, Jun says with a frown.
I'll be alright. Quicksilver and I have been working, and we're not going alone, he says, watching as Patrick and Jeff finally finish off the makeshift air force of Pokemon. More or less taking an army, to be perfectly honest, Marcus says, snapping his journal shut. Anyways, I need to go get everything ready for Gelver, Marcus says, cracking his back. Tell Devyn congratulations at graduation for me, will you? Marcus says, drawing a nod from Jun, whole quickly turns to Quicksilver.
Hey, Frosty! the girl shouts. Got anything new for me?
Marcus catches Quicksilver's smirk as he begins sculpting something from the ice, starting with two massive swords, at least until Gelver fired an aquatic bullet at it, shattering the work in progress.
An Unexpected Surprise
Alright Arista, let's try this again, Marcus says, putting down three of his fingers on his left hand. The Muk quickly coated an appendage in ice, slamming it into the punching bag. Marcus gives a relieved sigh, before putting up an additional two on his right hand, only for Arista to once again use Ice Punch. Marcus sighs, and Quicksilver chuckles. What do you expect from somebody's brain who is literally mush? Quicksilver says, before ducking under a blob of sludge fired at his head, laughing all the harder.
We'll pick this up tomorrow, alright Arista? Marcus says, snapping shut the Muk's journal as he begins to pack up, looking at the clock. Past midnight, again. Still, he'd made good progress with just about everybody; at this point, he was just trying to get a few more tricks in Arista's repertoire. Let's go meet the others, then we can hit the road, Marcus says, heading towards the gym where he'd left Gelver, Icon, and the others to relax. When he arrives, Marcus idly notices the complete silence, but just assumes his team was taking a nap. When he opens to door to see complete darkness, Marcus is almost instantly on edge. What the hell was happening? He holds up a fist, pointing towards Quicksilver, and two small snowflake-shaped Sculptures fly into the room, rapidly scanning. However, before Quicksilver can make a report, the lights suddenly flash on, and a resounding shout fills the room.
SURPRISE!
Marcus, still blinking at the sudden lights, staggers backwards, trying to get his bearings before he spots Jeff, Devyn, Jun, Rosso, Puck and Brandon standing in the center of the Gym, a table with a small cake, food, and a handful of beers. Balloons made of Dawn's fluff floated around the room, giving it a bit of a festive feel, while Marcus simply stood there, a little dumbfounded.
Wha-what? Marcus says, cleaning his glasses nervously. Did I do something? Marcus asks, causing Rosso to laugh.
Told you he'd forget, the larger boy mutters, nudging Jeff as the younger boy dejectedly hands over a few small bills.
Seriously Marcus? Do you know the date? Jun says, her surprise evident. It's your mukking birthday! How can you do this? she says, pointing at Icon, But forget the day you were born?
Hey, cut him some slack, he's an old man now. Only makes sense that his memory would be going a little bit, Puck says with a wink. Brandon tossed Marcus a beer, even as Pix chittered angrily at him for it. Marcus managed to completely miss the catch, but Arista was able to pick up the slack, gently shoving the drink into Marcus' hand.
Hurry up and blow out your candles! Jun shouts, causing Marcus to hustle over, before silently making a wish and blowing out about half his candles, a mistake he rectified an instant later.
What ensued wasn't exactly a crazy party but, at least in Marcus' mind, was perfect. Icon decided that Rosso was his new best friend after the boy whipped out a cake just for the Nidoking, which Icon fervently guarded from all but Comiter. Quicksilver told stories of the days of yore, ones that had even Marcus' eyes as big as saucers, and had Gelver harumphing angrily ever few seconds. Even Pix lightened up for once, as she and Arista attempted an elaborate (if poorly executed) attempt to steal the remainder of Icon's cake.
By the time the sun was up it was just Marcus and Devyn still conscious, the two just sitting in silence for a long moment before Marcus spoke.
Hey Devyn, Marcus says quietly, trying not to wake the others. The older boy nods, looking around the room for a moment.
Thanks, Marcus says, looking away from Devyn. For fighting for me to be a Star, for the power plant, for this... Marcus says, keeping his eyes firmly planted on the far wall. It means a lot, you know? I owe you more than I can put into words.
Don't mention it, Devyn says, staring at the same wall as Marcus. What are friends for?