The sound of talking fills the plains, Pokemon seeming to congregate from all directions onto the movie screen at its center. Many of them seemed to recognize each other, clustering in groups and talking among themselves as friends would.
When the symbol in the sky began to form, most wouldnât notice at first. Perhaps psychic-types would be drawn to its radiance, waves of power washing off the crisp blue lines of light that were manifesting seemingly on their own. First to form was an outer circle, then a slightly smaller concentric one inside that. Curving lines formed through the interior of this second circle, connecting dots that popped into existence like stars in the sky.
It was when runes began to form in the ring between the inner and outer circle that the sigil began to audibly hum with its power. The runes were in no identifiable language that the Pokemon below could identify, yet each was scrawled delicately by an invisible hand, each stroke connected and leading into the next. Tension practically filled the air as the runes circled around, until at last the final rune connected to the first.
A wave of energy burst out of the sigil, light radiating from an unseen source. The ring of runes began to rotate, spinning around the dots and curved lines within the sigilâs center. Those too werenât static either, however. As the ring of runes spun, the shapes within the sigil began to change. Dots moved and dragged lines along with them, much as stars would move over the span of weeks, months, even years. The changes sped up the faster the circle of runes spun, until a surprisingly loud booming noise rang out and echoed across the plains, all movement in the sigil suddenly stopping.
All at once the sigil exploded, shards of light seeming to scatter across the plains, harmlessly dissipating as they hit below. For a moment a rift in space was visible, and for those who could see through it they would catch a glimpse of another world. For the most part though, that glimpse was obscured by the Pokemon falling out of the rift, tumbling to the ground below in an unorganized mess.
âFall!â a Riolu shouted out as he grasped at thin air, tattered white bandages flapping from where they were wrapped around his wrists. âShrike, got something?!â
âHeâs out!â A Vulpix was next, her fur a bright yet deep red in color. She was reaching through the air to grab a third Pokemon: a blue Mew. The Mew was unconscious it would appear, blood dripping from wounds across his body and leaving a trail above him in the air that matched his red flowing scarf.
Following shortly behind the first trio of Pokemon, another three soon tumbled out of the rift as well. âAh, falling!â a Zorua shouted in a panic as his legs wheeled at the empty air, the arms of a Buizel wrapping around his body to little effect; after all, he was falling as well.
âThanks for the news!â the Riolu shouted up, turning down to look at the rapidly approaching ground. âHowâs Simon?â
âOut cold,â the Buizel responded, straining to reach an arm over to the final Pokemon: a Quilava. Like the Mew wounds were cut across his body which fell limply, unconscious.
âIâve got this,â the Vulpix said, a paw clutched around one of the Mewâs. âEveryone try and gather close.â
In an instant another sigil had formed, sprawling across the ground below. Unlike the first, the lines that made up this one were red in color and the overall design was much less complex, without the spinning runes. Still, it began to glow just the same, in sync with the Vulpixâs eyes. Gold in color, those eyes glowed with arcane power as the Vulpix channeled energy into the sigil below; any Pokemon within its boundaries who hadnât already fled would find themselves seemingly weighing much less as localized gravity weakened.
So it was that the six plummeting Pokemon managed to avoid splatting into a thin red paste; instead, they softly touched down onto the grass. The Vulpix even managed to land on her four feet, while the others just sort of collapsed.
âGround, yay!â the Zorua practically squealed, huddling close to the dirt as if it was about to drop out from underneath him.
âHmm...â With a frown from the Vulpix the gravity-affecting sigil disappeared and weight returned in force, pressing the Pokemon down as seemed proper. She glanced up in the air at the rift in the sky above just in time to watch it close, the edges of reality sealing and pressing back against each other as the tear was mended. A slap on her shoulder interrupted her thought, causing her to flinch as she glanced over to see the Riolu standing there.
âSweet job, thanks for that,â he said with a grin before pointing to the unconscious Mew and Quilava who now rested on the grass. âDonât mean to ask for too much, but think you can check them out now?â
â...Right,â she responded with a shake of her head.
"Hey...â It was the Buizel who had spoken, having pushed himself shakily to his feet. A belt hung around his waist and a sleeveless vest draped over his shoulders, waving around as he spun in place to look at the Pokemon that surrounded them. âWhere are we...?â
The Zorua walked up close to the Buizel, adjusting the bag he wore against his side nervously. âGood question...â
Shrike the Mew is unavailable for asks
??? the Riolu is available for asks
??? the Vulpix is available for asks
Simon the Quilava is unavailable for asks
??? the Buizel is avaialble for asks
??? the Zorua is available for asks.
((This is all a bit sudden so excuse the lack of any reference material for the second trio on here. Iâll try to get stuff added for them! Really, I need to revamp the reference section entirely...
But yes, as of... NOW Iâm opening this blog up as a proper ask blog! Rather than taking place in Varlaja, itâll be set in the âCommunal Askblog Worldâ that most askblogs seem to share. Feel free to ask the group stuff about who they are or where they come from!))
