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Daieoskail II: Revelation [PG13~R]

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DAIEOSKAIL: REVELATION



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« on: December 28, 2008, 08:23:06 pm »

Somewhere in the Central United States

Stagnant air hung over the browned, dying grass of the barren savanna. In the center of a patch of greener-than-average grass stood a short, stout quadruped with a body that appeared to be made of clashing rocky plates. Its head bore a strong resemblance to that of a triceratops, and a single horn adorned its forehead.

Beside the creature stood a lean man who must have stood no shorter than a few inches under six feet tall. He appeared to be in his early thirties, and had skin as pale as freshly picked cotton. His copper hair was slicked back neatly, and the sun glinted off of the thin-framed glasses that shielded his hazel eyes. He wore a light cotton shirt even whiter than his skin, and a pair of comfortable-looking black pants. As he admired the creature standing beside him graze, a disappointed look appeared on his face, accompanied by a soft sigh. He tossed the half-red, half-white metal sphere in his right hand a few inches into the air and caught it once more.

"I'm going to miss you, Rhyhorn, but this is the way it's gotta be. I hope you'll understand."

A strong gust blew over the man's shoulders. Sensing a disturbance, he turned around. A dozen green capes flapped once. Before him stood a cadre of men in unusually form-fitting metallic armor that covered every part of their bodies. From round-toed boots to flexibly-jointed gloves to open-faced helmets with dark visors that made the wearers' heads as invisible as their bodies, the suits of armor were jet black with chartreuse stripes running along their lengths. In the center of each chestplate was an ornate green crest; a seemingly glowing orb surrounded by thorny vines.

The man at the head of the group immediately reached into a modular black holster attached to either side of his waist. A pair of florid, forest green pistols, decorated with visually pleasing but practically useless designs and appendages in varying shades of green and white, entered his hands. In an instant, both trainer and Pokemon were staring down the barrel of a handgun.

"No..." The trainer's mildly depressed expression quickly became one of mortified horror, "Wait, I..."

The firearm-wielding man stood still, apparently paused in contemplation as both of his eyes focused on the ground-type Pokemon rather than its trainer.

"Sir, why are you hesitating?" One of the men behind the armed asked curiously.

"I'm not." The armored leader shook his head to the side from which the voice had come once, but kept his gaze fixated on his targets - this was clear even through his opaque faceplate.

Fingers met their triggers. Before the gun even produced a sound, its thorny ochre bullets pierced the trainer's chest and even his companion's rocky hide. Lush green vines exploded from the points of impact, sprawling their tendrils all throughout and around the bodies of their victims. Propped up by the plantlife, the bodies could not even fall to become the undignified, crumpled forms they otherwise would have.

"Onto the next." The assassin said coldly as he returned his weapons to their holsters. As suddenly as they had come, the group disappeared with a flutter of capes in the momentary wind.



DAIEOSKAIL II: REVELATION




Chapter One: Reintroduction



Detroit, Michigan

Shrill sirens echoed through the streets as flashing red and blue lights spotlighted the carcasses of once proud and tall buildings. Detroit had a turbulent history, but under the control of the International Federation, it quickly became the largest Pokeball manufacturing center in the United States. Now, nothing but rubble could be found lining its downtown streets. The city was all but evacuated, and those few people that remained living there did so in extreme poverty, forsaken by the government whose evacuation orders they had refused to follow.

Detroit had been evacuated for only one reason, and it was for the same reason that police in pitch-black bulletproof uniforms now swarmed out of helicopters and tank-like ground transport vehicles. Ironically, these vehicles were powered by batteries created using the power of Pokemon - Pokemon that the government now hunted.

"Demi-Pokemon!" A megaphone blared with a voice so mighty that it could be heard anywhere within a five mile radius of the center of the city. "Reveal yourselves! We have received substantial evidence that an inexplicably large number of Demi have congregated in the metropolitan area! Make no mistake, we will find you! That said, it is in your best interest to show yourselves to ensure a quick and painless capture!"

"Oh, that's great," A gentle male voice said sarcastically, "We finally made it to Detroit, and they're here looking for us, too." Sitting on the cold dirt of a narrow alleyway, leaning against a partially intact brick wall, was a tall, husky teenage boy in a ripped gray shirt and tattered blue jeans. His skin was on the darker side of the caucasian spectrum, and his eyes and hair - styled in a messy afro - were the color of onyx.

Next to him, also propped up by the wall, stood a considerably shorter and slightly younger teenage girl. She, too, had raven hair, but it was longer than his, and although it had obviously not been combed in some time, it flowed straight down her back. Her eyes were baby blue, her skin was much lighter than her companion's, and her face had been more greatly affected by the teenage plague of acne than his. She wore a black t-shirt with ripped-off sleeves and a red star design on the chest, as well as a pair of black cargo pants decorated with chains by design and holes by experience.

"No way are those pigs gonna catch us," She replied confidently in a voice much sharper and inherently angrier than the boy's, "We came all this way, we're going to find the refuge."

"We don't even know where to look for it." The boy replied, discouraged. Suddenly, his head rose, as if he had come to a realization. "What if... what if the rumor was just a trap? What if their base isn't here, and it was just the government trying to lure Demi-Pokemon like us here?"

"What if you're just worrying too much?" A confident male voice came from below the ground in front of the pair's feet. Suddenly, a pale green head; topped by dark green antennae and adorned with red dome-like eye shields; shot out of the ground, sending clumps of dirt flying in all directions. The head was followed by a pale green body that vaguely resembled a large dragonfly or antlion. Also attached to the body were pairs of stubby arms and legs, a light and dark green striped tail with a fan at its tip, and a pair of diamond-shaped wings with red outlines.

"A Flygon!" The girl immediately recognized the ground- and flying-type Pokemon, "So you're a Demi-Pokemon?"

"My name's Flint." The transformed Demi-Pokemon replied as it floated in the air above the hole it had created.

"I'm Nickolas." The male teen introduced himself.

"Ari," The female added, "Are you..."

"If you don't mind, we'll have to save the full introductions for later," Flint interrupted, "We can't stay here, there's hunters looking for us."

"Hunters?!" The girl was shocked, "I thought it was just the cops!"

"You really think they'd do a full-scale Pokemon raid without bringing a band of hunters?" The Flint Demi scoffed, "Yeah, right. Now come on. If your Pokemon forms are any faster than your human ones, transform, if not, let's get going."

"Hey!" A shout from the end of the alley immediately alerted the three to the presence of a lone officer, completely decked out from head to toe in bulletproof clothing. He leaned his head in to speak into a device attached to his left shoulder, "I need a hunter in section twelve, stat!" Despite his discovery, the police officer stood still at the end of the alley, clearly afraid of the Demi-Pokemon despite his appointed position.

"****, we've gotta lose him before we find an entrance." Flint informed his new companions.

"Can't we just kill him?" Ari suggested ruthlessly.

"Those suits are more durable than you'd think. Unless one of you's got an incredibly powerful Hyper Beam, the hunter'll be here before we finish."

"You don't need to tell me twice," Nickolas said as he stood up, "Let's get out of here!"

"One last thing," Flint pointed to the hole he created, "Can either of you close a hole, and fast?" Without a word, the taller teenager slammed his fist into the soil a few feet away from the hole. The ground crumbled at the point of impact, causing a miniature landslide and shifting the earth below so that the hole - and the tunnel it must've led to - were buried.

"Done. Let's go." Wasting no time, the three Demi-Pokemon took off in the direction opposite the police officer, hoping to lose their pursuer before his backup could arrive.



Somewhere in Texas

"Kthgg!" The ruby-haired man's upper body jerked upward as he hacked blood onto the ground beside him. The sepia leather jacket that matched his eyes and the white undershirt beneath it bore stains that matched his hair. A section of the aforementioned leather jacket and undershirt had been torn off completely, revealing a black circular pattern with a roughly six inch diameter apparently seared into the skin of the left side of his gut. His jeans were on the verge of becoming shorts, and his feet were protected by nothing but an ashy powder that smelled like burnt plastic. Gruesome gashes ran down the length of his lightly tanned arms and legs. Breathing heavily, he raised his right arm to his stubbley, gritty face and felt around for whatever was causing him such burning pain. He pulled his hand away from just above his left eye, and saw that his fingers were drenched in the blood of his open head wound.

"Victoria?" He called desperately, "Victoria? Where are you?" He struggled to lift himself onto his feet. As he reached his full height of six feet four inches, the charred remains of his boots scattered and mixed with the blood that dripped from all over his body. He trudged across the barren plain, obviously using every ounce of energy in his possession just to propel himself forward.

"Victoria!" He cried out as he stumbled back to the ground and reached his arm out in front of him, as if something was there, "Victoria!" With the absence of a response, the last of his strength faded, and his knees gave out. His outstretched arm began to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, a sinewy forest-green vine shot from the horizon and grabbed ahold of the wounded man's arm. Without warning, it jerked him into the air and towards its point of origin, carefully keeping him inches above the ground so that he would not be dragged.

He landed in a patch of desert grass, and was set down surprisingly gently by the formerly forceful vine.

"Victoria," He said with a sigh of relief as he looked at the vast and empty expanse from which he had been rescued, "Thank god. I'm saved."

"You're far from salvation." A male voice replied solemnly. The injured man looked back frantically. Behind him stood the jet-black armor and verdant cape of a gun-toting hunter.

"No!" The unarmed man gasped.

"So, Demi-Pokemon..." The hunter said as he placed his foot on top of his victim's head as a show of dominance, "What has become of that axe you were carrying?"

"I'll never tell you!" The victim replied indignantly.

"You know, that axe doesn't belong to you. It's one of twelve very special weapons... and I'm prepared to make your life a living hell until you tell me what you've done with it." With a flutter of the hunter's cape, the pair disappeared, leaving naught but blood-drenched grass in their wake.



Detroit, Michigan

The pale green dragon hovered a few feet off of the ground, flying beside his untransformed Demi-Pokemon companions as they scurried through the abandoned inner-city streets. They turned sharp corners as quickly as possible whenever possible, to try and lose their pursuers. A cadre of police officers was hot on their tails, and supposedly, a hunter was on the way to aid his or her fellow government auxiliaries.

"There should be a secret passage this way," Flint pointed one of his draconic arms to a graffiti-scarred wall beneath a decrepid billboard several yards in front of him and his companions.

"That's a solid brick wall!" Nickolas exclaimed.

"No it isn't," Flint explained, "But it's painted to look that way, to confuse officers. There's actually two walls, with a narrow path running between them."

"I get it, the back wall disguises the opening in the front wall." Ari elaborated on Flint's explanation.

"Exactly. As long as they don't have any helicopters trailing us, we should be able to lose them." The trio passed through the opening in the first wall and quickly turned the corner before their pursuers could get close enough to see how they'd escaped.

"There's an entrance in the ground just around the corner." Flint said with a sigh of relief. They rounded the corner and found themselves in a small wartorn clearing, about twenty feet in diameter and surrounded by tall brick walls. They were home free - except for the hunter leaning against the opposite wall.

She was in her late twenties, stood five feet and nine inches tall, was of average weight, and had lightly tanned skin. She wore a slick, lightweight red raincoat made of some synthetic material. It was unbuttoned, and its collar was turned up to create an effect that magnified her head's presence. On the jacket's left shoulder was a black ink print of her battalion's crest; a raging flame consuming a Pokeball. Beneath the jacket was a short white top that both exposed her navel and offered a glimpse of her cleavage. Her legs were covered by a pair of long, lightweight black pants, but her feet were unclothed. Her sandy blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, with a few stray hairs sticking up here and there. Her nose was freckly, but that was not the most striking feature of her face - that distinction was reserved for her heterochromatic eyes. Her right iris was a natural brown, but her left was, strangely enough, pure white, and its pupil was unusually small.

She was a member of Hellfire Arsony, the most ruthless battalion of hunters under the employment of the United States' government. They wore little to no armor, and fought almost exclusively with fire-based weaponry. They were known for striking quickly and unexpectedly, incinerating their victims before they had a chance to strike back. And the woman staring the trio down now was not just any member of the deadly group: she was their second in command, Nina Tailor.

"****," Flint cursed, "It was a trap."

"Tell me, Demi-Pokemon, why is it that you decided to hide in this dead end?" The hunter asked rhetorically, "Sure, the hidden entrance lets you lose your pursuers, but then you're trapped if they ever do find you. Would it be, perhaps, because there's a secret entrance to your base here?"

"Tch," Flint tightened his small, three-fingered fists, "There's three of us and one of you, and you've already blown the surprise factor your squad relies on. You haven't trapped us, we've trapped you."

"Heh," Nina chuckled, "Nice confidence there. Too bad I know it's a bluff." She flicked her wrists, and small metal lighters fell from out of her sleeves and into her hands. In a matter of seconds, they were spewing forth as much fire as could be produced by igniting an entire tank of gasoline, and it was all expertly aimed at the trio of Demi-Pokemon - not that any aim needed to be taken with flames that could spread over such a large area in such a short amount of time.

Thinking quickly, Flint flapped his mighty diamond-shaped wings, conjuring a wall of sand in front of him and his allies. Fire met sand, and a thick wall of glass was left between the hunter and her prey.

"How naive of you." Nina scoffed. She let a single drop of lighter fluid pour from one of her metal cannisters, and ignited it as it flew towards the glass wall. As soon as it was hit by the tiny flame, the fragile bastion shattered, sending pointed shards flying across the cramped battlefield. As the wall shattered, the larger of the teenage pair jumped in front of the smaller. Glass struck the brick walls, the ground, and the shield of soil that Flint had called upon at the last moment to defend himself - and Nickolas's back.

"Hey! Are you alright?!" Flint asked, understandably concerned for his newfound ally, who had become a human pincushion for at least a hundred glass shards of varying sizes.

"Just... fine." Nickolas replied in a slightly aggravated tone. He flexed his muscles, and all of the clear projectiles were ejected from his skin, which was becoming purple and armor-like. A thick tail sprouted from his back, and his ears enlarged to at least three times their normal size. A sharp horn stuck out of his face where his nose once was, and spikes ran down the length of his back. His entire body turned purple, save for a white underbelly. He slammed the ground with his mighty tail, and an incredibly powerful tremor rippled across the field toward the hunter. She leaped several feet into the air, avoiding the quake as it caused the walls of the hidden room to crumble. She landed amongst the rubble with a confident smirk. Police officers had surrounded them.

"As you can see, you're surrounded!" A megaphone boomed, "Give up! Reveal the location of your base of operations or we will be forced to take lethal measures!"

"As if you won't if we tell you." Flint replied quietly and solemnly.

"Nice try, kids," Nina clapped to mock their effort, "But you should've known that there was no escape for you. You should-"

Suddenly, she was drowned out by the sound of roaring water. A massive tidal wave rose up behind her. The police officers that could see it began to flee, and those who had their backs to it turned just in time to see it crash down upon them. Flint grabbed ahold of the two teenagers and took to the sky as the misplaced tide washed away the entire police force on the ground. The helicopters fired at the escaping Demi-Pokemon, but their bullets bounced off of an invisible shield that now protected the airborne dragon and hit the aircraft of their origin. Flint flew towards the dome-shaped roof of city hall, the tallest intact building in the city. He could see about five dozen human figures lining the bevelled edge of the rooftop.

"Is that them?" Ari asked, "Are those the members of the refuge?"

"That's about five percent of our entire combat force." Flint replied proudly. The government had underestimated them. They knew that the refuge was small, but what they thought was a struggling band of at most a hundred members was in fact an underground village of over two and a half thousand, roughly eleven hundred of which were trained for combat.

"What's the damage report?" Flint asked a young man as he landed on the roof and let go of his passengers.

"Approximately two hundred enemy units down. Three confirmed air units and nine confirmed ground units escaped." The battle report had been generated inhumanly fast; it must have been calculated by psychic Demi-Pokemon, thought the newcomers to the refuge.

"And the hunters?"

"Five escaped. None were found among the casualties."

"Damn," Flint said, irritated by the news of the hunters' escape, "What about our side?"

"Sixty five deployed, zero casualties."

"Now that's the kind of news I like to hear," The dragon Demi's scowl turned to a smile, "Alright. Let's return to base." As members of the refuge began to fly, jump, and teleport off of the rooftop, he turned to the teenagers he had rescued.

"Well, let's consider this your induction ceremony, then." Flint said lightheartedly as he and Nickolas reverted to their human forms. He was twenty-one years old, had messy brown hair and black eyes. He wore a red and brown t-shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants.

"Welcome," He continued, "To the refuge."



Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Uniform rows of two-floor houses in surprisingly pristine condition, along with the five-story high stainless steel fence that was almost solely responsible for keeping them that way, made up the gated community. The streets were silent: Earth animals had been all but wiped out a few years after the arrival of Pokemon, and Pokemon had been all but wiped out a few years after the collapse of the International Federation. As if to make up for the lack of animal life, the population of plant life had been intentionally overgrown to the point where trees grew out of the neighborhood streets. After all, streets were useless now - with passenger carrying Pokemon no longer an option, public transport was the only transport.

This sort of shrub-infested, uniformly organized community was by no means uncommon these days. Very few Pokemon remained alive, but many parents and city officials were terrified of the handful that remained, and so, gates were put up around subdivisions to keep out rogue Pokemon. While the majority of people still traveled into the city for work and school, homeschooling and work-from-home businesses were up over twenty-five percent due to the extreme fear that some families harbored.

A couple in their early twenties walked up the steps to their home's mahogany door, coming from the neighborhood's entrance to the Interstate Massive Exchange Subway System - what had been known mere years ago as the Subterra, and was then traversed by tunneling Pokemon instead of electrically powered trains.

The fair-skinned, hazel-eyed man towered just over six feet tall. His hair was short, rusted copper hair had been combed straight, but obviously with great difficulty. He wore a formal, button-down sky blue shirt and dressy black pants - the wrinkles and improper folds in his clothes proved that this was not a style he was accustomed to wearing. He had broad shoulders, and his inherently athletic build had been taken advantage of and kept in strong, healthy condition. Seventy years ago, he might have been a professional athlete. Seven years ago, he was a professional Pokemon trainer.

His arms were occupied with supporting his eight-months pregnant fiancee and ensuring that she did not lose her balance and fall onto the pavement. She was four to five inches shorter than he, and a year younger. Her skin was even fairer than his; almost as white and frail as a tissue. Her eyes were periwinkle blue, and her long, silky hair that reached to her buttocks was an unnatural-looking silver. She too wore formal attire; in her case, a pink blouse and white pants; and it was clear that she had more experience in such clothes than her partner. Despite her currently bulging stomach, it was clear that under normal circumstances, her build was as dainty as her complexion - she looked as if she hadn't lifted a finger since she was an infant. This was untrue, however - years ago, she too trained Pokemon, though she had prioritized her studies more than her training.

As they reached the top step, the man cautiously removed his hands from his fiancee so that he could insert the golden key in his pocket into the hole in the door. The wooden, vertical rectangle swung open, and he helped his girlfriend inside. As they walked through the currently unlit hallway leading to the kitchen, they passed between a plethora of framed and mounted photographs. While the content varied, there was one consistant theme among all of the photos: they were of children and Pokemon. The woman unexpectedly stopped to look at one picture in particular, causing her fiance to trip up ever so slightly.

Three children and three Pokemon were the stars of the snapshot. On the left was the messy-haired, wild-eyed teenager that the man had once been. Fluttering its four wings just above his head was the yellow-eyed, violet-skinned bat Pokemon that had won him many a battle tournament; the star of his team, Crobat. To his right stood an awkward, nerdy looking teenage girl - the girl who would later become his fiancee. Behind her was a sleek, yellow biped with features resembling both a dinosaur and a sheep. This was her only real powerhouse Pokemon back in the day, Ampharos. Beside the female trainer and her Ampharos was a short, stout turquoise dinosaur with an enormous pink-flowered tree sprouting out of its back. In the center of the Venusaur's flower sat the third member of their friendship trio: another boy, the same age as the girl and about an inch shorter than the now-engaged man. His skin was tanner than either of the others', his eyes were a chocolatey brown, and his similarly colored hair was buzzed quite short.

"This picture... it must be at least six years old," The woman commented in a very soft voice, "It must've been taken right after he got that buzzcut for school pictures."

"Yeah." Her fiance's eyes drifted off; he was now as absorbed by the nostalgia as she, if not more so.

"It's been more than half a year since we last saw him... I wonder if he's alright."

"I'm sure he's fine," The man clasped his hand on the woman's shoulder and spoke with a reassuring voice, "He'd never let them catch him. And if he had, we'd have heard about it."

"I suppose..." The silver-haired girl sighed, "Why didn't he choose to go into hiding, like we did? He could have ensured that he'd never be caught, if he had..."

"You know Jimmy. He'd never be able to handle this lifestyle, not after what happened. To be honest, I probably would've gone with him, if I didn't want to settle down with you and raise the kid."

"Kids," His fiancee corrected him with a smile that pierced their worries for their friend, "The doctor told me today. They're triplets."

"Triplets!" Dart was shocked, but he obviously took the news as positive, "I can't believe it. Do you know what sex they're going to be?"

"All girls."

"Wow," He shook his head out of amazement, "Three baby girls. I'm sure they'll be beautiful, if their mother's any indication."

"Thanks," The childbearer turned her head slightly and kissed her partner, "You know what sounds good all of a sudden?"

"What's that?"

"Magcargo dumplings."

"His favorite," Dart grinned slightly and looked up at the picture once more, "Too bad we can't really make real ones any more."

"I don't care," Rose replied thoughtfully, "Even the synthetic ones are fine. I don't really want them because of the taste or anything, anyways."

"Yeah, I know. Alright... I'll go get some from the pantry," He detached himself from his partner, "Careful now."

"I'm fine." As Dart turned the corner at the end of the hall, Rose traced her fingers along the right side of the picture. Her eyes trailed far, far into the distance as she entered an almost trancelike daydream. "Jimmy..."



The Mojave Desert, Nevada

A zephyr turned to a squall as layers of dust and sand were lifted from their resting places on the lifeless ground and forced to relocate. Up until very recently, the vast deserts of Nevada were once a perfectly suited habitat for Cacnea, Sandshrew, Trapinch, and several other species that preferred arid climates - now, they were habitat for none.

In the thick of the blinding dust storm, a solitary figure trekked unflinchingly along an unmarked path. It was a male, six feet tall, in his lower twenties. His shoes were nonexistant; his pants, white tattered rags browned by the dust and held up by a cloth sash in like condition. On his left side, an ornately designed leather sheath, mysteriously undesecrated by the airborne sand, stood out against the unbefitting belt to which it was attached. A glimmering opal hilt, equally unspoiled, stuck out of the sheath intimidatingly, threatening to unleash the thin blade hidden within.

The man's well-defined abs were free from any sort of torso-covering garment, though an originalyl white cape, in worse condition than his pants - if this was even possible - was flung carelessly over his right shoulder and tied beneath his armpit. His face was on the surface emotionless, but his burning vermillion eyes revealed within him a dragon, waiting to strike at the first prey foolish enough to cross him. His hair was an organized battalion of amber and crimson spikes, constantly blown back by the dusty breeze. His forehead was marred by the intimidating presence of a circular black pattern.

A circular soundwave - so powerful that it was inaudible but was in fact made visible by the free-flying sand - rocketed past the man on his left, from behind him. The force of the blast was powerful enough to part the dust and debris around him, if only for a split second. He paid the sonic ripple no heed, ignoring it as if it was a mere breeze. Moments later, another came; this time from the right. The second boom was considerably closer to the man; close enough to rip his unloved cloth cape to shreds.

The man turned his head ever so slightly to the left - this was all he needed to assess the situation.

Roughly twenty paces behind him stood an older man, decked out in a much more complete outfit than he. He was clad in impenetrable black steel armor; the shield-like faces of a band of Bastiodon masterfully welded together. His head was protected by a medieval horned helmet with a grated visor that allowed its wearer to see out with relative clarity, given the primitive material it was made out of. The design of the helmet was clearly just for show, or to match the armor that the man wore - much more efficient models existed.

Fitted into the shoulderplate on either side of his head was a tubular cannon, engineered from the hulls of deceased Magnezone - these were what had fired the potentially deadly soundwaves. The ensemble was completed by a pair of icy blue broadswords, their power derived from the tusks of Mamoswine - the warrior held one of the normally two-handed weapons in each of his fists. The man's arsenal - both offensive and defensive - was a respectable repertoire of PokeWeaponry; weapons and armor derived from Pokemon, to be used against Pokemon.

"You there!" He shouted boldly to the younger man, "You have a weapon, I see! That must mean that you're in the war!"

The vermillion-eyed man stood still, and did not open his mouth to speak.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The armored man shouted, aggravated by the lack of response.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that I take part in battle, from time to time." An inherently sophisticated yet jagged-edged voice finally replied nonchalantly.

"That's more like it!" The obviously battle-hungry warrior exclaimed enthusiastically, "So, which side're you on?! You with those Poke-huggin' hippies, or against 'em?!"

"I wonder..." The younger voice trailed on quizzically, "I don't need to tell you, though, since you'll be dead soon anyways."

"What was that?!"

"You see, that second blast of yours wrecked my cape. So, even if it turns out we're on the same side in this so-called 'war', I've got no choice but to make you my enemy."

"Little punk! I'll show you!" The robust combatant charged at his confident opponent.

"I don't even need to draw my blade against trash like you." As the older man descended upon him, the younger seemingly vanished without a trace. He instantly reapearred behind his elder and delivered a swift punch to the sturdy ebon armor, which, surprisingly, caused its wearer to stumble forward.

"Wearin' Kadabra boots, eh?" The helmed fighter asked rhetorically as he got to his feet, turned around, and swung his icy blades once more, "Well I'll..."

The shirtless man caught the blades with his bare hands. Upon contact, the swords melted instantaneously, as if exposed to a multi-thousand degree flame.

"Y-You're a..." Before he could finish his sentence, the foolhardy man was sent flying by a flaming roundhouse kick to the abdomen. The spiky-haired man's hands glowed with white-hot flames that, with a flick of his wrists, were sent jetting toward his opponent. In less than a minute, the fire's target - along with his armor and weaponry - were nothing but ashes.

"Vigilantes are so funny." The victor brushed off of his shoulder ash that had been placed there by the unrelenting wind.

An aquamarine arrow shot by, only an inch from the remaining warrior's face. The dust storm ceased. He was surrounded by at least two dozen men; all clad in uniform sapphire armor, on the breastplates of which a white crest of a bow and arrow was displayed. Their faces were disguised by lupine masks remotely resembling the faces of the water-type Pokemon Vaporeon. Each of them held in their hand an ornate blue bow, arrows drawn and ready to fire.

"Great... The scuffle with that trash attracted the attention of people who are actually skilled at battle," The archers' prey sighed, "And it's his battalion, no less. Is your leader with you?"

The stoic marksmen offered no response.

"Of course not, he wouldn't bother showing up to take down a single target. That's not his style. Too bad... I would've loved for him to see this." His right hand grasped the sheathed hilt on the left side of his waist. He flicked the sheath with his thumb, and a sliver of the hidden blade became visible.

"Hey, sweetie, let's not be so rash," A piercing, scratchy yet somehow seductive female voice called from nowhere, "No need for all that." A thin, fit woman of roughly the same age as and slightly shorter stature than the man appeared in front of him. She wore naught but a violet miniskirt - for better or for worse, the wind had been standing still since the archers arrived, so what lie beneath the skirt went unrevealed - and a similarly colored bandana tied tightly around her slightly flatter-than-average chest and used in place of a bra or top. While her clothes were on the skimpy side, her accessories certainly were not - silver bangles adorned her wrists and ankles, and a string of translucent red beads hung from her neck. In contrast with her ghastly pale skin, her makeup was thick and predominantly dark, detracting attention from her soft amethyst eyes. Her hair was messy, short, and black, and a drastically off-center ponytail was the only thing about it that remotely hinted at styling.

Without a word, the marksmen fired their projectiles in flawless unison. The newcomer crossed her arms in front of her chest and snapped her fingers, and the arrows fell harmlessly to the ground before they could reach their targets.

"Let's just go. After all, we don't want to repeat what happened last time, do we... being of death?" With another snap of her fingers, the couple disappeared.
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« Reply #1 on: December 29, 2008, 03:59:43 pm »

 Shocked Shocked... Grin Cheesy
What else can I say, BT? Simply amazing.
So following the defeat of the IF, pokemon have been nearly exterminated, used to make powerful weapons to eliminate the rest of them, along with the Demi-Pokemon, who now hide in the ruins of Detroit. These Hunters serve the new government now (USA gov at least), searching for Twelve special pokemon weapons, just like the Twelve Super-Demis (?).
Rose and Dart are in hiding together back in Milwaukee, to be married and parents of three little (potential demi-pokemon) girls.
Jimmy is wandering the Mojave Desert, met by a girl who has psychic powers (Mewtwo maybe?) and is aware of the old prophecy (or just read Jimmy's mind).
And Flint is in the refuge in Detroit, saving some new characters (Nidoking, right?).
Oh, and some guy who had the special axe got captured by the grass hunters, after calling for Victoria, assuming he's saved when grabbed by a vine (Victoria the Victreebel from Daieoskail?).
As for the Yamato-relations, Cecil, Holden, Megan, the Bishop guy, the Jirachi kid, the Spanish princess (i can't remember names), Graydon, Kayden, Rachel, and Damian, they have yet to be reintroduced.
Well, I applaud the new direction, and look forward to more!
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« Reply #2 on: December 29, 2008, 06:33:34 pm »

Shocked Shocked... Grin Cheesy
What else can I say, BT? Simply amazing.
So following the defeat of the IF, pokemon have been nearly exterminated, used to make powerful weapons to eliminate the rest of them, along with the Demi-Pokemon, who now hide in the ruins of Detroit. These Hunters serve the new government now (USA gov at least), searching for Twelve special pokemon weapons, just like the Twelve Super-Demis (?).
Rose and Dart are in hiding together back in Milwaukee, to be married and parents of three little (potential demi-pokemon) girls.
Jimmy is wandering the Mojave Desert, met by a girl who has psychic powers (Mewtwo maybe?) and is aware of the old prophecy (or just read Jimmy's mind).
And Flint is in the refuge in Detroit, saving some new characters (Nidoking, right?).
Oh, and some guy who had the special axe got captured by the grass hunters, after calling for Victoria, assuming he's saved when grabbed by a vine (Victoria the Victreebel from Daieoskail?).
As for the Yamato-relations, Cecil, Holden, Megan, the Bishop guy, the Jirachi kid, the Spanish princess (i can't remember names), Graydon, Kayden, Rachel, and Damian, they have yet to be reintroduced.
Well, I applaud the new direction, and look forward to more!


For some reason I don't think I ever make it explicitly clear what Demi-Pokemon Nickolas and Ari are; they're a Nidoking and an Arbok, respectively.
Victoria was indeed the Victrebell Demi and friend of Flint's from Daieoskail.
Yamato's grandsons will not be returning, as they sacrificed themselves to help seal Arceus's power in the final chapter of Daieoskail. As for all of the still-living characters of the original Daieoskail, they'll be reintroduced one or two at a time, and some won't be reintroduced until quite later in the story.

Oh, also, at least one of the Super Demi-Pokemon you listed as not yet introduced was in fact reintroduced in this chapter. His identity hasn't been revealed yet, but it will be.
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« Reply #3 on: December 29, 2008, 07:59:19 pm »

Well, Ari didn't transform, so it makes sense that you didn't, but judging by the name, that was a high suspect.

Oh, really? okay then, that makes sense, actually, that they died as such.
Ah, i figured that would be the case; with all the chaos i didn't expect a massive reunion all at once.

Oh, i see... Well then, the characters introduced that aren't named explicitly:
Hunter with grass-based guns
Ruby-haired victim who knows Victoria
Girl with Jimmy

I somewhat doubt any of the demis are hunting their own kind (except maybe the Cardinal), but things change, especially with all the chaos.
The ruby-haired man doesn't fit any description of one of the other characters (though he's not described very much, and could be dying his hair).
The one character I can guess at more accurately is the girl, who has amethyst eyes, which matches Megan's eyes in the banner. Then again, having black hair makes her more akin to Sabrina , but the feats performed are more akin to psychic powers.

BTW i just noticed the new banner; That's the picture Esepibe used to preview his mewtwo fanfic, which he decided not to do. Or did he make you that from the start?
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« Reply #4 on: December 29, 2008, 10:06:16 pm »

Nah, I don't think he even knows I'm using it. I needed a good Mewtwo image, but I didn't want to wait to commission one from someone, so I decided I'd take one off of his DeviantArt, since he's one of my favorite artists and whatnot. I hope he doesn't mind that I'm using it, but I credited him just in case.
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« Reply #5 on: December 31, 2008, 12:03:31 am »

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« Reply #6 on: December 31, 2008, 07:04:49 am »

Man, its been like 3-4 days and Sichlu's the only guy who's replied since then!!! Anyways, its great to see that the sequel's finally up. Nice intro and chapter.

I'm guessing there are hunters of maybe each elemental type? So far, Hellfire Arsony representing fire type , flaming Poke ball being its symbol, yet-unnamed battalion for water type, a bow and arrow being their symbol and finally another yet-unnamed battalion for the grass type with a glowing orb with thorns being its insignia. I don't think that the idiot who attacked Jimmy was a member of any such battalion; he seemed only like some random guy who used stuff from PokeWeaponry, right? And Jirae is Dark/Fire, IIRC? 

Regarding that "almost" (:-P) **** chick who came to Jimmy's rescue, I have a hunch that it's Sabrina, just like Sichlu, but how did they teleport outta there comes as the big question. That she might be wearing Kadabra boots, too, is the only contribution from my side as an explanation, and only snapped her fingers to create an air of suspense among the readers. Can't be Megan 'coz BT said that she's 'bout the same age as him, and Megan was, I think, ten in Daieoskail.

EGAD!! I just had a really crazy idea. Is that girl Michelle? I'm saying this without researching Milotic's moveset and all. I just mentioned her because you described her as having "slighter-than-average" chest and in the previous installment, Victoria used to constantly complain about Michelle as that "flat-chested" girl" in front of Flint. But then again, she referred to Jimmy as 'sweetie' whereas she was in the beginning stages of a relationship near the end of the last story with Flint but hey, many things can change in six to seven years, which I take it, is the time between Daieoskail and D2:R.

I also found a little typo but forgot where it was. Will most likely point it out in the next post.

Anyways, good luck with writing out the rest of the chapters, BT. That was quite a good read and hope for some more every Sunday. Now to go and find out who the reintroduced Super-Demi can be...
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« Reply #7 on: December 31, 2008, 12:18:20 pm »

You're correct, the random guy who attacked Jimmy was not a hunter. As Jimmy said, he was a vigilante.

I considered making a hunter battalion of each type, but decided to divide them a little differently. Either way, the three battalions that were introduced in this chapter are the only three battalions you'll be seeing in Daieoskail II... or at least, that's the intention and is true as of the most recently completed chapter, chapter 12. Yeah... I wrote REALLY far ahead before posting chapter one this time so that I can hopefully minimize the amount of downtime that will be necessary to combat my writer's block.

Jirae is a Fire/Psychic type that can learn some Dark-type attacks.
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« Reply #8 on: December 31, 2008, 12:51:14 pm »

Damn, BT, you're really evil!! You dodged away all my theories regarding Jimmy's savior!! Ok, a few more points to strengthen my theory that the girl is Michelle. Milotic can learn moves such as Safeguard and Protect, which, you can say, has the affect of a force field, as you guys might be knowing. The said girl executed one such move which deflected the hunters' arrows. So, I'm putting my money on my suspicions, which can be absolutely wrong also, but that's me. Hope to see Sichlu come up with one. And btw, dudes and dudettes, a very happy new year '09 from my side!!
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« Reply #9 on: December 31, 2008, 04:07:38 pm »

dang BT. Good as always. Nice job.

Nice to know that in at least a fanfic I stand a chance of getting married.



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« Reply #10 on: December 31, 2008, 04:36:36 pm »

The mystery girl is descirbed so that she sounds kinda like a Misdreavus, well, I guess Mismagius would be the proper pokemon, but that's going purely by the physical description. Maybe a new character?
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« Reply #11 on: December 31, 2008, 04:41:36 pm »

The mystery girl is descirbed so that she sounds kinda like a Misdreavus, well, I guess Mismagius would be the proper pokemon, but that's going purely by the physical description. Maybe a new character?

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I wondered if her appearance would be enough to lead someone to figure out her species.
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« Reply #12 on: December 31, 2008, 06:27:48 pm »

Yayz! The echo worked!
Damn, BT, you're really evil!! You dodged away all my theories regarding Jimmy's savior!!
Yeah, he does that, if you notice he ignores all my guesses and focuses on the poster discussion.

I realize that it's unlikely, but i was going off of the fact that another one of the super-demis has already been introduced, but not by name, but yes, it would seem that the girl is not Megan Bishop; As for what she is, both suggestions of Mismagius and Milotic seem plausable, and i'd still argue we're looking at a character with psychic powers, BT seems to imply Mismagius, so i'm going to go with that...

...UNLESS! Mew can learn transform, so she could be in disguise (and transformed into Mismagius?)

Focusing on the revealed super-demi now: Graydon/Groudon, Kayden/Kyogre, Rachel/Raquaza, Damian/Darkrai, Spanish princess girl/Cresselia, Holden/Ho-Oh, Cecil/Celebi, Jinn/Jirachi, Bishop person/Manaphy, Megan/Mew, and Clone/Mewtwo haven't been named explicitly...
I still think Megan is somewhat plausable... the Bishop person could be part of the water hunters, cause he still hates demi-pokemon anyways. I'll keep working on it...
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« Reply #13 on: January 01, 2009, 02:34:56 am »

I realize that it's unlikely, but i was going off of the fact that another one of the super-demis has already been introduced, but not by name, but yes, it would seem that the girl is not Megan Bishop; As for what she is, both suggestions of Mismagius and Milotic seem plausable, and i'd still argue we're looking at a character with psychic powers, BT seems to imply Mismagius, so i'm going to go with that...

Chances of the girl being Michelle/Milotic has lessened, though, with BT's reply to Starman's post. Dunno who it might be. So far, we can say that Michelle/Milotic, Sabrina/Salamence and New Character/Mismagius (probably)  are chalked out to be her, although she tends to be who Starman implied.

...UNLESS! Mew can learn transform, so she could be in disguise (and transformed into Mismagius?)

Interesting. Though I gotta ask, if Megan/Mew can learn Transform, can she change her human appearance? Or can she take the form of a human when she is using the move as Mew? BT, if you'd clear this little query up, I'd be very grateful. If yes, I guess Megan/Mew will also become a candidate for this overly-discussed-about character.

Focusing on the revealed super-demi now: Graydon/Groudon, Kayden/Kyogre, Rachel/Raquaza, Damian/Darkrai, Spanish princess girl/Cresselia, Holden/Ho-Oh, Cecil/Celebi, Jinn/Jirachi, Bishop person/Manaphy, Megan/Mew, and Clone/Mewtwo haven't been named explicitly...
I still think Megan is somewhat plausable... the Bishop person could be part of the water hunters, cause he still hates demi-pokemon anyways. I'll keep working on it...

We can keep Mewtwo out for the moment, I think... after all, we don't know anything about Mewtwo presently, if we go by Daieoskail canon. Spanish princess is Cristal and the Bishop is Manuel Aquee, IIRC.

People that haven't been named are the leader of the grass-type hunters (who killed the Rhyhorn and its trainer in the intro), the ruby-haired man and Jimmy's savior. Any of them can be one of the Super-Demi you mentioned. I'm guessing that the ruby-haired dude can be Jinn, Damian or Holden. Him being Kayden or Grayson seems unlikely, methinks. Jimmy's girl, if she is a Super-Demi, can be Cristal, I think.



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I was just thinking about it when I happened to stumble upon a really awkward thought. What if Megan was cloned and her clone appears to be a physically older female? That is plausible, 'coz Mew, a Pokemon which seems to posses feminine traits, is cloned to produce Mewtwo, which, visually, is nothing but masculine. If appearance wise, gender can be changed through cloning, then why not age? I don't recall Mewtwo portrayed as either male or female in the Daieoskail 2 preview, so I'm putting up my views on this.

Btw, guys, take a look at the Bible verse on the banner. It says that one woe has passed and two others are yet to come. Say, Arceus' summoning was the first woe, and Mewtwo's coming is the second one. What about the third? Is it BT's attempt at hinting at a second sequel? Daieoskail 3: Apocalypse, perhaps? Of course, BT might just be grinning evilly at his computer screen and post something of the likes of "Maybe... maybe not!", I can't help but just pour it all out. Of course, both the so-called woes can appear in Revelation also, but another sequel would be a hell lot better, eh?

And BT, the ruby-haired man's captor and the killer of the Rhyhorn and its trainer are the same person, right?
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« Reply #14 on: January 01, 2009, 12:45:25 pm »

Alright, fine, I'll give some clues and whatnot.

The Pokemon move "transform" has nothing to do with anything here.

Both woes will take place in Daieoskail II. I cannot confirm or deny whether or not there will be a Daieoskail III.

You're all limiting yourselves about the possibilities because you took Jimmy's appearance for granted. Look at the description of him again. You're a smart bunch, I would hope you can figure out how you're limiting yourselves based on that.

And yes, the Rhyhorn killer and ruby-haired man's captor are the same person.
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