If you were seeking a town that peacefully rested under a darkened sky, accompanied by the faint glow of the moon's light, the only sound being the crisp wisps of the wind, then you would end up finding those who resided in Kosimi Village. It was a place; no, the place, of heroic deeds and graceful citizens. However, Kosimi Village wasn't any village; it was special. It contained those who possessed the strongest of elemental powers, being kept safe so they could pass the abilities to generations of children. You could even say that they were the heroes of this realm, and to that question, "Are you heroes?" the answer was always yes. The heroes were not egotistical or stuck-up about the abilities, Koopa, the god of this world, had given them. Ice, fire, poison, it was mainstream. Maybe the abilities they had were mainstream, but who cared, exactly? The members of the village used them in harmony, and it always worked. Teamwork had been a critical component to keeping those who resided in this small town safe. Without working together, they would crumble beneath the rich, dark soil the world of Off Tropica stood on. It was peaceful, and everyone was happy.
That was, until one cold, dark, and mysterious day that changed the heroes' lives forever.
Vinny had been awoken with a bang. No, scratch that; by a bang. Opening her eyes, similar to when a puppy first get it's eyesight, she got up on her knees, and looked to her side only to find nothing. She turned to her other side, and it turns out there had been a hole blasted into her straw hut. The hole seemed to be newly born; you could still see smoke emerging from the straw the hut was built with. Yeah, it was a flimsy hut, but the team admitted it would have to do. The hole had been big enough for two whole people to fit in. Vinny had automatically assumed that this was another one of Pokemon's malfunctioning contraptions. After sitting there for a while, Vinny got up, but almost fell over do to the groggy curse of the morning. After straightening herself out, she crawled out the hole created by whatever it was and looked around. Vinny's eyes shot up at the scene before her. Draggon, the village's (and world's) main enemy, was standing there, dueling it out with another one of Vinny's comrades, Nega. She had to admit, Nega was a skilled swordsman. He was a strong figure, who possessed five heads (not in the "freaky" way though, it was actually quite interesting). On top of that, he had two elemental katanas, sharpened to up-most perfection. One contained the daring power of flames, while the other one contained the sickening effect of poison. The sounds of roasting flames and metal upon metal clouded the sky.
On Nega's left side was "Pengster", (or Penguin; everyone called him Pengster, though, or Peggy if they just wanted to tick him off) one of his best mates. Pengster contained the power of ice at his grasp, and Penguin had to admit; it was useful. The heroes of the town sometimes exploited his ability, cooling off a scorching hot meal that they had fixed together or putting out flames that Nega had accidentally caused by swinging his sword at the wrong target (usually Pokemon) or missing his training dummy when he swung. Pokemon and Nega were fond of each other, though, and their opinions of each other never changed. They sometimes hung out, even. While the catastrophe was going on, Pokemon was busy tightening up the final nuts and bolts on his defensive machines. Pokemon was very smart; and in fact, he mostly worked with Vinny on his mechanical interests. Vinny was an engineer, while Pokemon was a mechanic. The two were better together than a revolver to a furry's head. (Don't kill me, please, furries.) The marvelous machine the duo were now working on was a sentry gun. Designed to protect the village from harm, it would have had a good use. That is, if it weren't just stomped on and chewed up by Draggon.
In the castle of the village lay Song, who was comfortably sleeping in her bed. She was the "princess" of the kingdom; and she didn't mind. Her ability was special, after all. Song had been blessed to be extremely intelligent. She sometimes even made Vinny and Pokemon jealous. Even so, she would stop by sometimes and lend them a tip or two. However, she was a very heavy sleeper, and had been sleeping through this catastrophe. Song considered this a bad trait, and she even mentioned this with the others before, but they had remarked by saying "We don't really think it's a bad thing. Sleep's a good thing, right?" or something along those lines. When a deafening blast was heard, however, Song jumped up, almost as high as a cat jumping a fence would. Song stumbled to her window, only to see Draggon ripped Vinny's and Pokemon's invention to shreds. Besides them were Pengster and Nega, who were fighting off the beast. Song put her battle and armor on a proceeded to grab her titanium broadswords and shield. She had been skilled with a sword, but even while she possessed extreme smarts, she still needed Nega to teach her his ways. Nega had appreciated her coming to him; after all, nobody else can use a sword better than he did. The sword was cut out of the finest titanium the world could gather for her, and the tip was tinted with a golden blade, which could cut the strongest of armor by just giving it a light tap. The handle was crimson; half of it was a strong metal, and half of it was the blood of her past enemies. The shield was equally developed as well; it had a mighty 'S' engraved onto it's front, colored a light shade of navy. The outermost of the shield was titanium, and the trim was made of solid gold. Some adjustments by Vinny and Pokemon made it extra strong, giving it dangerously sharp spikes and rough edges. In fact, you could use the shield as a sword; it wouldn't matter. They were both equally fearsome, being able to block the hottest of flames and the fastest of projectiles. Even while hazard struck the land, Song could admit one thing; life was good.
The three sat under a far away tree that they had been planning to walk to at 4:30 in the morning. The three had been Chocolate (he isn't black), Cat-Man, and Fun Dude. Chocolate had been blessed with the power of camouflage, and he would use this to play tricks on his mates, especially Song or even Pengster sometimes. He also loved to talk about watermelons, for some ungodly reason. Cat-Man had been given the power of shadows, being able to blend in to the darkness and turn into a dark mist, giving him the ability to hover of the largest of holes and above enemies. Of course, he would sometimes turn back into a solid figure in midair, and the conclusion would be either that he landed in a tree, or face first onto the ground. Fun Dude, however had no power; unless you could count an intense lust to snap necks of your enemies a power. The team accepted him though, because he had been surprisingly good at things like kung-fu, martial arts, or anything that had to do with punching or kicking. The chocolate in front of them couldn't be wasted; Cat-Man was the first to take a bite of his delicious treats. Followed by Chocolate, followed by Fun Dude. Life was simple for them; and they were all happy. The leaves from the tree rustled immensely and the shade combined with the heat ever so elegantly, making it feel like a heaven to them. The happy thoughts in their minds were abruptly reduced to nothing when they heard and saw a large blast in their village. The three packed up and took a mad dash towards the village that they swore to keep safe.