#open perhaps?

[traveling-trainers]

You find your way to the Lucky Kats Ranch, and, after wandering a ways in, admiring the pokemon and plants, you come across Kats napping under a tree, covered in more pokemon.

What do you do?

[pxrifiedmxniac]

“Well, aren’t the lot of you boring?”

[mclodious]

“I haven’t had a chance to duel someone in a long time... I need to make sure my skills aren’t getting rusty...” She mutters to herself as she shuffles around her deck absentmindedly.

[timeripe]

“I’ll tell you a story, child. One of a scared, lonely girl not much older than you, venturing out into the world trying to bring her family back together.

“There was a girl, standing at the edge of docks she’d played near since she could scarcely walk. Staring out over the water, she watched the fog out near the horizon; it had stolen a ship with men aboard, one was her father. And one particular day, she went past the edge of the dock and into a boat of her own.

“She rowed for days, starving herself to keep food in her boat. Eventually the fog cleared, just a little. Once it cleared she peered over the side of her boat and nearly had her face taken off by creatures who would steal it from her very bones. Creatures that move on six arms and four legs, looking just the same as the two of each you and I both have. The top-most pair bends toward the chest, the bottom-most pair bends toward the back, the middle pair can bend in either direction. They grab hold of you, child, and you see your face take form over theirs, rows of teeth zipping out of sight until finally you start to see your own eyes staring back.

“She sprang back to the center of the boat, rowing until her arms burned so badly she almost thought she smelled smoke. The water around her suddenly became red; red deep as blood. Her boat would rock with each leviathan that knocked against it. Whales looked like minnows compared to these beasts...”

A heavy pause.

“There was a legend among the people, child; a legend that said the waters of Sosaelin’s Domain were red with the blood of everyone who ever tried to cross it. The girl found herself stranded in the middle of it, the fog closing in like a thick curtain. And when it swallowed her and her boat, she pulled the oars in, laying along the bottom so as to cast no shadow into the water outside of her boat. She watched the shape of the sun move over her three times, but was too afraid to eat.

“When the fog next cleared, it was only to reveal a whirlwind. It swept her up, boat and all. It crashed against something she could never see coming, laying in the bottom of it. And as she flung forward, she crashed into me. The both of us shattered in the Void, the pressure of it then welding us together. She is every bit a part of me as I am of her. And this bond is what will kill us both, one day.”