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MissFluffyKitty at 04:12, 29 May 2013

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JWNoctis at 11:05, 14 May 2013

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MissFluffyKitty: just link to subfolder if more than 5 parts

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just link to subfolder if more than 5 parts

JWNoctis at 13:37, 4 May 2013

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JWNoctis at 12:44, 4 May 2013

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Jerry at 16:10, 13 November 2012

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KuiperFrog at 07:54, 4 November 2012

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KuiperFrog at 08:10, 21 September 2012

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KuiperFrog at 05:05, 19 September 2012

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KuiperFrog at 23:23, 14 September 2012

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   | Links = [http://pmd-explorers.deviantart.com/gallery/38358992 All 15 parts]
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   | Stories =
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-  | Links = [http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Go-away-Leave-her-alone-316231322 Part 1: Go away! Leave her alone!]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/So-this-is-the-thanks-I-get-316231865 Part 2: So, this is the thanks I get?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/I-m-sorry-Cyclone-316414461 Part 3: I'm sorry, Cyclone]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Wait-hide-316645344 Part 4: Wait, hide?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/A-fellow-Swellow-317185320 Part 5: A fellow Swellow]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/I-can-t-eat-this-318023307 Part 6: I can't eat this!]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/Weak-and-Helpless-321605382 Part 7: Weak and Helpless]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/I-think-ya-need-it-321794074 Part 8:I think ya need it]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/You-guys-you-re-so-nice-321823700 Part 9: You guys... you're so nice!]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/that-won-t-be-necessary-322052924 Part 10: that won't be necessary]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/Who-are-you-calling-scrub-fish-face-327077220 Part 11: Who are you calling scrub, fish-face?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Is-this-Tao-Village-327090954 Part 12: Is this Tao Village?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Name-and-place-of-residence-328029593 Part 13: Name and place of residence]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/You-re-infuriatingly-dense-328323746 Part 14: You're infuriatingly dense!]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Not-letting-you-keep-me-down-335972686 Final Part: Not letting you keep me down]
+  | Links = [http://pmd-explorers.deviantart.com/gallery/38358992 All 15 parts]
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   | Prev = [[Mission 2]]
-  | Next = [[Mission 3]]
+  | Next = [[Mission 6]]
   | ReleaseDate = Jul 22th, 2012 - Part 1<br>Nov 4th, 2012 - Final Part
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		+	\| Name = Fight and Flight
		+	\| Arc = 1
		+	\| Notimeline =
		+	\| Prev = [[Mission 2]]
		+	\| Next = [[Mission 3]]
		+	\| ReleaseDate = Jul 22th, 2012 - Part 1<br>Nov 4th, 2012 - Final Part
		+	\| EndDate =
		+	\| Prologues =
		+	\| Epilogues =
		+	\| Stories =
		+	\| Rewards =
		+	\| Links = [http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Go-away-Leave-her-alone-316231322 Part 1: Go away! Leave her alone!]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/So-this-is-the-thanks-I-get-316231865 Part 2: So, this is the thanks I get?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/I-m-sorry-Cyclone-316414461 Part 3: I'm sorry, Cyclone]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Wait-hide-316645344 Part 4: Wait, hide?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/A-fellow-Swellow-317185320 Part 5: A fellow Swellow]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/I-can-t-eat-this-318023307 Part 6: I can't eat this!]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/Weak-and-Helpless-321605382 Part 7: Weak and Helpless]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/I-think-ya-need-it-321794074 Part 8:I think ya need it]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/You-guys-you-re-so-nice-321823700 Part 9: You guys... you're so nice!]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/that-won-t-be-necessary-322052924 Part 10: that won't be necessary]<br>[http://chocochimbu.deviantart.com/art/Who-are-you-calling-scrub-fish-face-327077220 Part 11: Who are you calling scrub, fish-face?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Is-this-Tao-Village-327090954 Part 12: Is this Tao Village?]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Name-and-place-of-residence-328029593 Part 13: Name and place of residence]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/You-re-infuriatingly-dense-328323746 Part 14: You're infuriatingly dense!]<br>[http://medical-hitmonchan.deviantart.com/art/Not-letting-you-keep-me-down-335972686 Final Part: Not letting you keep me down]
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 <i>Oh, this place,</i> Cyclone thought.
-“My dear, feral feather-duster,” Samual continued, “if you wish to reach Tao Village, just simply look for the Monochrome Tower, a spiraling spire of deep black and vibrant white. I believe that your even your primitive avian brain can handle such a straightforward direction.”
+“My dear, feral feather-duster,” Samual continued, “if you wish to reach Tao Village, just simply look for the Monochrome Tower, a spiraling spire of deep black and vibrant white. I believe that you, even your primitive avian brain, can handle such a straightforward direction.”
 Before he could react, Cyclone had flown into Samual’s face, nearly knocking him from the moat, retreating just as quickly as she struck him.
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 [[File:FightandFlight_12.png|center]]<br>
-As Cyclone flew, she soon found fewer tree stumps and debris and more people walking about. Just as she was wondering how close she was getting to her destination, she noticed an unusually tall, narrow spire in the distance. That must have been the Monochrome Tower that annoying fish-thing spoke of. Well, atleast he was somewhat useful. Ignoring everything else, Cyclone made a beeline in the direction of that tower.
+As Cyclone flew, she soon found fewer tree stumps and debris and more people walking about. Just as she was wondering how close she was getting to her destination, she noticed an unusually tall, narrow spire in the distance. That must have been the Monochrome Tower that annoying fish-thing spoke of. Well, at least he was somewhat useful. Ignoring everything else, Cyclone made a beeline in the direction of that tower.
-Cyclone momentarily glanced at the ground beneath her and nearly dropped from the sky in shock. Giant heads emerging from the ground? First the ice dragon and now these weird monstrosities! Cyclone slowed down a bit and realized these titans were completely still, frozen in place. Surely this aerial view was doing nothing, so, mustering up her courage, she descended, curious to see these unusual creatures up close.
+She momentarily glanced at the ground beneath her and nearly dropped from the sky in shock. Giant heads emerging from the ground? First the ice dragon and now these weird monstrosities! Cyclone slowed down a bit and realized these titans were completely still, frozen in place. Surely this aerial view was doing nothing, so, mustering up her courage, she descended, curious to see these unusual creatures up close.
 As Cyclone landed, she could now make out that the odd giant heads were actually nests of some kind, a variety of people walking among and sometimes in or out of them. The young Swellow felt a large amount of unease in this strange place, though none of the inhabitants bothered her. She even spotted her worst enemy, a Sneasel, mingling with a group of other beings but it barely even acknowledged her, only glancing in her direction momentarily before continuing its conversation with its friends. This place certainly held an unnerving gathering of peace and unity.

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	“I see you may want to be alone,” Archimedes said. “I’ll be inside when you need me. When you’re done, I will then show you around the village and instruct you how to balance with the weight of the mail bag. Tao Village is not such a bad place, things are just different from what you’re used to. You’ll be fine, Cyclone, you’re a strong bird.”		“I see you may want to be alone,” Archimedes said. “I’ll be inside when you need me. When you’re done, I will then show you around the village and instruct you how to balance with the weight of the mail bag. Tao Village is not such a bad place, things are just different from what you’re used to. You’ll be fine, Cyclone, you’re a strong bird.”
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		+	[[File:FightandFlight15.png\|1000px\|center]]<br>
		+	Once Archimedes was out of sight, Cyclone tread to the back of the Pidove Post, lied down and, for the second time in her adult life, sobbed heavily. God, what a failure she was. A random, stupid act getting her trapped in this strange place, with its strange rules. After she felt she couldn’t squeeze out anymore tears she just say motionless, head hung low. She noticed a huge, pink and yellow face staring at her from the distance, one of those abodes in the likeness of some mon.
		+
		+	“What are you looking at?” Cyclone sniffled. “Big, stupid face. Lots of stupid faces. I won’t let you things keep me down.”
		+
		+	As if to prove a point, Cyclone scrambled, half flying half climbing, up the side of the Pidove Post. Once she made it to the top she surveyed Tao Village with its gathering of towering, blank faces.
		+
		+	“I’m not letting you keep me down.” She noticed a shadow cross the roof of the post and she looked up, seeing Peep patrolling the sky. “And I won’t let you keep me down either, you with your stupid-looking head feathers! I’ll show everyone here I’m not some weak, pathetic coward like the rest of you!”
		+
		+	“I see you are well, Miss Cyclone?”
		+
		+	Startled from her sudden company, Cyclone nearly lost her footing, Archimedes grasping her bag strap in his beak to prevent her from tumbling off the side of the hut.
		+
		+	“Ark... uh....”
		+
		+	“It’s Archimedes. What do you say we have something to eat, and then I’ll show you a tour of Tao Village. Does that sound good?”
		+
		+	“Sounds great, but can you get this stupid thing off of me?”
		+
		+	Archimedes obliged, hopping behind Cyclone and loosening the strap, letting the bag fall with a slump. Cyclone breathed deeply and stretched her wings. Archimedes took the bag in his feet and glided to the doorway of the post. Taking one last look around Tao Village with its goofy structures, Cyclone smirked, and then followed her new mentor, eager to begin this different kind of training.

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	“So we have ourselves a comedian too,” said Vergil. “Peep, please bring our young guest to Pidove Post.”		“So we have ourselves a comedian too,” said Vergil. “Peep, please bring our young guest to Pidove Post.”
		+	----
		+	[[File:FightandFlight_14.png\|center]]<br>
		+	Finally released from her prison and brought back into the outdoors, Cyclone’s first instinct was to make a break for it. The monumental grey bird from earlier appeared by Cyclone’s side, covering her with its huge shadow.
		+
		+	“So,” Cyclone said. “You must be Peep. I guess we were both given embarrassing names when we hatched, huh?”
		+
		+	Peep just glared at her wordlessly. Somehow, his intimidating gaze alone prevented Cyclone from even opening her wings. What was with the denizens of Tao Village, anyway?
		+
		+	After a brief walk, the two birds arrived at a dwelling modeled after something Cyclone recognized, a Pidove. Pidove Post. Clearly, Tao was bursting with creativity. Not surprisingly, they were greeted by a serious looking Pidove.
		+
		+	In a low, grumbling voice, Peep explained to the Pidove, Archimedes, about the situation with Cyclone, and then left the two alone, taking to the skies. Archimedes sighed as he faced his new assistant.
		+
		+	“May as well get started right away, then. There are still families out there awaiting letters from their loved ones, not to mention the upcoming festival. Lower your head, please.”
		+
		+	“What? Why?”
		+
		+	Not waiting for her to obey, Archimedes gathered a leather strap in his beak and tossed it around Cyclone, then hopped behind her, pulling it.
		+
		+	“Hey, what are you... ah, tight!”
		+
		+	Ignoring her anxious wing flapping, Archimedes gave a quick yank to the strap until he felt it was sufficiently secure around Cyclone’s chest. She shook the smaller bird off only to find her center of gravity had changed, causing her to fall forward.
		+
		+	“What are you doing to me you obnoxious little pecker?!” Cyclone clumsily hopped to her feet only to fall back on her rumpus. This day just wouldn’t stop injuring the young Swellow’s ego.
		+
		+	“It’s your mail bag, Miss Chirpy. You cannot do your job without it. Now each letter, you see is addressed with a seal, making ease of...”
		+
		+	“What?! Stop! I didn’t... what the hell is going on?!” Cyclone flapped her wings furiously, only to hover in circles, her body tilting awkwardly.
		+
		+	“Calm down, the weight of the mail bag just takes a bit of getting used to. Dear lord.”
		+
		+	It was then that Cyclone noticed a rather oversized sack situated on her front. She settled down and sighed in exasperation. “What am I doing, anyway?”
		+
		+	“As I <i>tried</i> to explain, Miss Chirpy, these are letters. People write in them, intending for their messages to reach other people. Our jobs, as delivery birds, is to make sure that the recipient receives their letter. Seeing as how you’re probably illiterate, the letters have a wax seal, see?”
		+
		+	Archimedes held up a letter with his foot to Cyclone’s face. “Notice how the seal looks like a picture of a person’s face? Yet this one has numbers, or symbols, I suppose you’d see them as. These markers match a place of residence. The pictured ones go to the buildings they appear as, while the numbered ones will be going to the new tenements that have been recently built.”
		+
		+	Cyclone’s eyes glazed over at these instructions. More than ever she wanted to go back to Creeping Forest, despite it being in ruins.
		+
		+	Archimedes scoffed. “Humph! I knew you couldn’t handle it! I’ll never find the help I need, and you have to find another way to be free to go back to your home!”
		+
		+	“Wait,” Cyclone said. “You mean if I do this work for you, I’ll be free?”
		+
		+	“Of course! God, you’re infuriatingly dense! You caused trouble in this village, which is a Bad Thing. You get punished, must pay your dues through community service, and then justice will be served, and you may do as you please! Even a newly hatched chick could comprehend all of this information!”
		+
		+	Cyclone felt her feathers puffing out. She was getting fed up with this stuffy little Pidove’s insults.
		+
		+	“Hey, I can bring some stupid little letters to a bunch of dinky little nests! And, AND, I won’t mess up, not once! I’ll deliver them fast, faster than you could ever do! Just watch!”
		+
		+	Cyclone shot out through the door of Pidove Post, only to, once again, fall flat. She squeezed her eyes shut, flapping in vain in the dust. A gentle, feathery touch on her head somehow calmed the furious bird a bit. She stopped struggling and opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Archimedes’ yellow eyes. His expression seemed soft, almost sympathetic.
		+
		+	“Chirpy,” he said softly.
		+
		+	“It’s Cyclone,” she sighed.
		+
		+	“Pardon me. Miss Cyclone, I know you’ve been through a lot. I can see it in you. I want you to excel at this job, I want you to be free again. Please, Cyclone, allow me to take you under my wing.”
		+
		+	Just from hearing another mention her favored name, Cyclone was reminded of Songy. How was her sister doing anyway? Did she even make the migration all the way to Sonata Forest? Would Cyclone ever see her family again? A crushing loneliness suddenly weighed down on her like a heavy blanket. Cyclone’s vision became blurry and she trembled, trying to hold in her tears.
		+
		+	“I see you may want to be alone,” Archimedes said. “I’ll be inside when you need me. When you’re done, I will then show you around the village and instruct you how to balance with the weight of the mail bag. Tao Village is not such a bad place, things are just different from what you’re used to. You’ll be fine, Cyclone, you’re a strong bird.”
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	<i>So... this is how it ends...</i>		<i>So... this is how it ends...</i>
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		+	[[File:FightandFlight_13.png\|center]]<br>
		+	Cyclone was never killed, of course. She felt herself continue to be dragged and carried, yet she couldn’t tell up from down, nor could she see her captors clearly. Even her sense of hearing was obstructed, voices sounding distant and muffled. She could eventually tell she was in a dark place, inside one of those unsettling monster-shaped dwellings, no doubt. Finally she was left alone, though she still felt the presence of glaring eyes piercing her.
		+
		+	After what seemed like hours, Cyclone’s senses started coming back to her. Her side ached from laying down, an awkward position for a bird to be in. As her vision came into focus she saw that she was surrounded by black bars, and a pair of large red and green eyes leering at her in the dark.
		+
		+	“Name and place of residence,” the owner of the glowing eyes demanded gruffly.
		+
		+	“None of your business!”
		+
		+	The room suddenly shook. No, it wasn’t the room, it what whatever was holding Cyclone. A cage, one the glowy eyed being struck.
		+
		+	“Name and place of residence.”
		+
		+	“Chi... Cyclone. Creeping Forest.” Somehow an authoritarian tone almost made her blurt out her birth name. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.
		+
		+	“Your real name.”
		+
		+	Cyclone sighed. “Chirpy.”
		+
		+	If Cyclone could see in the dark she would have witnessed the figure stifling a laugh. “Miss Chirpy, today you were observed vandalizing village property and harassing one of its citizens. In these trying times, we, the Patrat Patrol, must increase security. We have zero tolerance for such a disturbance of the peace.”
		+
		+	“Disturb your peace?” Cyclone shouted, rattling her cage. “My little ‘disturbance’ doesn’t compare to the disaster your guys’ stupid, lumbering dragon caused to the forest! It’s an absolute mess! What the hell were you jerkfaces thinking?”
		+
		+	“Officer Vergil?”
		+
		+	The one interrogating Cyclone focused its gaze on the newcomer.
		+
		+	“Welcome back, Officer Scout. What did she say?”
		+
		+	“She said, uh, just to put the troublemaker to work. I was thinking on my way here and, with all the new people coming in, Archimedes could use some assistance with his delivery service.”
		+
		+	“Plus, she is a bird,” Vergil added.
		+
		+	“Wow, your brain is almost as brilliant as your stupid eyes,” Cyclone remarked.
		+
		+	“So we have ourselves a comedian too,” said Vergil. “Peep, please bring our young guest to Pidove Post.”
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	“That won’t be necessary,” Cyclone interrupted. Realizing she had a young audience in her presence, Cyclone took this opportunity to fancily fly into the air, do a few aerial loops, then speed off. It was fortunate that she didn’t hear the Chikorita and Torchic remark about how rude she was.		“That won’t be necessary,” Cyclone interrupted. Realizing she had a young audience in her presence, Cyclone took this opportunity to fancily fly into the air, do a few aerial loops, then speed off. It was fortunate that she didn’t hear the Chikorita and Torchic remark about how rude she was.
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		+	[[File:FightandFlight11.png\|1000px\|center]]<br>
		+	A few hours into her journey, Cyclone came across a towering structure she had never seen before... of course, the tallest things she had ever seen were trees and the snowy hell-beast. Dark stones formed a massive building with towers reaching high into the sky, and an unnatural-looking body of water formed a ring around the structure. Was this Tao?
		+
		+	The flight made Cyclone rather thirsty, so she approached the edge of the water to refresh. Just then, a large, blue creature burst from the surface, drenching Cyclone and causing her to yelp and jump back.
		+
		+	“Ah, I long to feast my eyes upon my radiant lady love, but instead I, Samual, have come face to beak with an indigo-plumed scrub.”
		+
		+	“Who are you calling scrub, fish-face?”
		+
		+	The odd aquatic creature merely stuck its long nose in the air, eyes closed.
		+
		+	“My, what an uncouth pauper, though from a denizen of this godforsaken forest, I expect nothing less.”
		+
		+	“And I see residents of Tao are a bunch of jerks.”
		+
		+	Samual paused for a moment, and then chuckled, eyes still closed. “My, as ignorant as you are ugly! This is the wonderful abode of the beautiful, stupendous, delicious, elegant Lady Merlot, Castle Draclugia!”
		+
		+	<i>Oh, this place,</i> Cyclone thought.
		+
		+	“My dear, feral feather-duster,” Samual continued, “if you wish to reach Tao Village, just simply look for the Monochrome Tower, a spiraling spire of deep black and vibrant white. I believe that your even your primitive avian brain can handle such a straightforward direction.”
		+
		+	Before he could react, Cyclone had flown into Samual’s face, nearly knocking him from the moat, retreating just as quickly as she struck him.
		+
		+	“Handle that, snorkle-nose!” Cyclone mocked as she flew away, leaving a cursing Kingdra in her wake.
		+	----
		+	[[File:FightandFlight_12.png\|center]]<br>
		+	As Cyclone flew, she soon found fewer tree stumps and debris and more people walking about. Just as she was wondering how close she was getting to her destination, she noticed an unusually tall, narrow spire in the distance. That must have been the Monochrome Tower that annoying fish-thing spoke of. Well, atleast he was somewhat useful. Ignoring everything else, Cyclone made a beeline in the direction of that tower.
		+
		+	Cyclone momentarily glanced at the ground beneath her and nearly dropped from the sky in shock. Giant heads emerging from the ground? First the ice dragon and now these weird monstrosities! Cyclone slowed down a bit and realized these titans were completely still, frozen in place. Surely this aerial view was doing nothing, so, mustering up her courage, she descended, curious to see these unusual creatures up close.
		+
		+	As Cyclone landed, she could now make out that the odd giant heads were actually nests of some kind, a variety of people walking among and sometimes in or out of them. The young Swellow felt a large amount of unease in this strange place, though none of the inhabitants bothered her. She even spotted her worst enemy, a Sneasel, mingling with a group of other beings but it barely even acknowledged her, only glancing in her direction momentarily before continuing its conversation with its friends. This place certainly held an unnerving gathering of peace and unity.
		+
		+	“Is this Tao Village?” Cyclone quietly asked herself.
		+
		+	As if her surroundings couldn’t get any more bizarre, Cyclone spotted that fearful hell-beast towering above her. Memories of the dragon amidst the snowy blizzard, bathed in a red glow, roaring ferociously came back to her, along with that dreadful feeling of helplessness and fear. Cyclone crouched down, cowering.
		+
		+	“You do know it’sss not the real Sssorbet, right?”
		+
		+	Cyclone looked up and saw an Ekans slithering past her, its Voltorb companion snickering. She hopped to her feet and glared at the dragon, realizing that it truly was fake, its body transparent, water cascading from its maw like crystal clear vomit. Truly a nauseating sight, Cyclone almost felt like regurgitating in response. A dubious thought came to the Swellow and she smiled.
		+
		+	<i>I won’t lose my lunch over that thing, but I will let loose something else.</i>
		+
		+	Cyclone swiftly hovered above the fountain, took aim, and dropped a healthy blob of guano directly on Sorbet’s head. Proper vengeance for embarrassing her like that, surely.
		+
		+	“Hey!” a bubbly voiced called from below. “You can’t do that!”
		+
		+	“Yeah!” another piped in.
		+
		+	Cyclone, not wanting to be heckled by another fish today, glanced down only to smirk when she saw that she was being addressed by a pair of Magikarp swimming in the fountain that held the statue. Magikarp’s legacy of being the weakest creature ever to exist was world-famous, known even to her. The Swellow wasted no time in diving down, clutching one of the fish in her talons, raising the hapless, flopping Magikarp in the air.
		+
		+	“Ahh! Put me down!”
		+
		+	“Okay!”
		+
		+	Cyclone released her grip on the poor fish, sending it splashing into the fountain. She laughed, she hadn’t had this much fun since she was a young Taillow. She suddenly felt an unnerving presence, like someone staring a hole into the back of her head. She spun around, ready to challenge whoever was trying to spoil her fun, but she froze in place, slowly flapping her wings just enough to stay afloat. A huge, no, massive bird was leering at her, the sharp, blood-red plumage on its head helping in making it even more terrifying. Cyclone didn’t know why she couldn’t pull away from its intense glare. She was vaguely reminded of the Staravia back in Creeping Forest but this creature looked far more menacing.
		+
		+	As if the situation couldn’t get more strange, a Patrat peered from behind the large bird’s neck, obviously its passenger. Its red and yellow eyes pulsed in a quick, sickening way, causing Cyclone’s vision to blur and swirl into a vortex of confusing colors. She felt herself falling, then large talons tightly gripping her wings.
		+
		+	<i>So... this is how it ends...</i>
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