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Miriana Nyxim, Hard difficulty
Age: 9
LV: 1
Moves: None
Type: Normal
Ability: None
Nature: Hasty (Speed Up, Defense Down)
Description: A young girl separated from her family, acts in the face of danger if only through ignorance. Will she crumble in the face of danger or rise up among the twisting paths of the facility?
Riley the Riolu, Medium difficulty
Age: 13
LV: 7
Moves: Feint, Quick Attack
Type: Fighting
Ability: Steadfast
Nature: Bold (Defense Up, Attack Down)
Description: A Riolu with a strong sense of justice. He will chase after what he finds wrong until it stops, sometimes going too far. In the face of unconquerable odds, where will he find himself, and how will he act?
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Amidst a run down room, as rubble and dirt tatters the ground, lays a young girl. Her dress, a stark contrast to the rest of the room by being the only thing remotely clean. Remotely as in the front of her plain, brown dress isn't covered in dirt, the same couldn't be said about the back of her dress though. The room hangs in silence, nothing inside makes a sound save for the quiet breaths that escape from the girls lips and the sharp sound of water drops that falls from overhead. After a moments time, a soft groan echoes across the room as the little girl stirs awake.
She sits up, and promptly begins to cough as the dusty, yet moist, air fills her lungs. After a few sudden coughs, her breaths slow in pacing. Using her hands as support against the ground, she turns to the ground and pushes herself up. Without a glance, the young girl wipes her dirt covered hands on her dress, leaving diagonal marks down the front. A breeze whistles through the room and right by the girl who brings her arms up, around herself as she shakes violently. Her eyes wander around the room as a visage of fear slowly etches it's way across her face.
"Mom! Dad! Somebody! Hello?"
"Where is everybody?"
She calls from the center of the room, her voice bouncing across the walls before fading out of the room. No response can be heard, nor any sound that resembles a voice. It doesn't seem like anyone heard. Her gaze traces around the room once again, to the grey floors and scattering rocks that circle around the room, to the walls that are split by a horizontal black line of paint, with faded green square shapes above and stripes of faded blue below. A black and white light on the wall to her left, but no light spills from the fixture. Yet, despite the broken light, the room is full with a yellowish light.
Finally, the door catches her attention, placed into the center of the wall right in front of her. The only door to the room, and her only way out. With each step a little less shaky than the previous, the door gets closer and closer until her legs no longer shake with the last step, and the door is within her reach. After a deep breath, her hand raises from her chest to take the handle, that hangs just above her head, only to have the door come off it's hinges and collapse to the ground while the accompanying sound almost knocking her off her feet. For a moments time, she simply stares at the door, now broken into pieces and scattered across the floor, before beginning to shake all over once again.
+++ Held items and Equipment use separate slots, but some Held items will occupy both slots. +++
The hallway is as damp and dusty as the room was, as well as colder. The young girl's footsteps echo down the hall, over the black and white floor patterns of sideways squares meant to resemble diamonds. She walks past the grey painted walls with the occasional light fixtures that flicker every now and then as they spill yellow light into the halls, and past the rubble that sometimes blocks her path, requiring her to climb over it. After a few minutes of walking, she stumbles upon a door, with a large rectangular window besides it.
Curiosity overwhelms fear as she approaches the glass, and pulls herself up on it's white frame. The reflection of a young girl meets her, as she tries and fails to see what's beyond the glass. A sea of pitch black is the only thing see-able from outside the mirror. Though, before dropping, the young girl takes a moment to look at her copy. Wide hazel eyes looked back at her, with black hair that fell to just above her shoulders and a brown dress with dirty hand prints near the chest and shoulders. Not before long, the brown eyes close and a toothy smiled appears.
'Another of me, the Miriana of the other side. Heh. Are you lost too? I hope we can both find our home...'
The corners of her mouth fall a bit before Miriana drops down from the ledge, and takes a step back. The door catches her attention, bearing a striking familiarity to the previous door she had open, it's made of brown wood and has a square screen door at about the height of her knees. She kneels down to look through the screen, a hallway identical to the one she's in extends beyond. However, with the previous encounter with a door on her mind, she passes the door and continues down the hallway.
After a few steps, she comes to halt in front of a wall identical to the walls surrounding her. A dead end. There is, however, a strange, blue fruit that lays on the ground right in front of her. Her mind swirls with confusion and curiosity as her arm outstretches towards the berry. A smooth yet squishy surface fills her grasp and brings it up to eye level. The strange blue berry lacks any dirt-coating despite having been left on the floor and being held in a dirt-marked hand. As if naturally, the Oran berry moves from Miriana's hand to her dress pocket.
Miriana acquired 1x Oran Berry!
With nothing left but a dead-end, the girl turns on a pivot and walks back down the hallway. Once again, finding herself by the door and window. The window catches her eye once more, but only for a moment as she turns to face the door. The dusty, moist air is sucked up deep within Miriana's lungs as she grabs the handle. Just as before, the door slips from it's edges and the door handle from her hand. However, before the door crashes to the floor, the young girl shuts her eyes and covers her ears, bracing as the loud bang of the door blasts past her.
Miriana learned a new skill!
Miriana walks through the door frame, slight tremors travel all over her skin. However, she comes to stop as soon as she passes the frame, eyes wide. A hallway extended before her, just like the one she has walked down. She heads back through the door, looking around with confusion lacing her face. Specifically, she stares at the window that had nothing but darkness on the other side.
"Wait... than where does the window lead to?"
The idea of shattering the glass to find out crosses the young girl's mind, but the size of the window and the fear of broken glass soon eliminates it. After a moment of trying to stare through the window once again to find some semblance to what lies beyond, Miriana resigns and turns away from the mirror. With no other way forward, she once again passes through the door frame, over the broken pieces of what used to be a door, and continues down the hallway.
+++ There are many ways to learn moves. From training, to experience, and even naturally. +++
The next hallway extends a far distance, much farther than the previous one, and contains many twists and turns, confusing to its one traveler who walks ever quiet down the path. After a minute or two of constant walking through the twisting path, Miriana comes across another turn in her path, but with two directions to walk down. A crossroad. Her eyes squint, staring down the paths of which both seem to have no end in sight. We've no clear answer of which to take, she turns back, seeing the corridor she has just walked through curve to the right.
With a sigh, mixed both with exhaustion and resignation, she picks up one of the many rocks that riddle the ground and tosses it to the wall. The sound of concrete against concrete hits against the ears as the rock hits the wall and falls to the ground, before bouncing a bit off the floor and landing a little to the left. With the decision made, the young girl turns to the left. The turn extends into another twisted path, with many turns of which Miriana would stop at and carefully look down the path before continuing onward.
What greets her at the end of the path is a door, different than the ones she has seen before. Unlike the previous wooden doors, this door stands sturdier, made of plastic and a steel, round doorknob. She grabs the doorknob with a shaky grasp, turning until she hears a click. She pulls at the door, but it doesn't budge so she pulls harder and harder until both her hands are on the knob and she has one foot on the wall. With a greet screech, the hinges on the door finally turn and the door opens up to her.
Miriana gained 1 point(s) in Str!
She gasps for air, releasing the breath she didn't known she held. Unfortunately, the dusty air that fills her lungs causes her her body to heave to expunge the dust within her. After a moment or two of coughing, her breaths finally quiet down. With her chest at ease, the young girl notices a new, metallic taste to the humid air, that slips out from the inside of the room. Before she could think much about the smell, a cold wind rushes past her, reminding her of just how cold she is.
With her arms wrapping around her once again, and the beating of her heart audible to her ears, she slowly enters the door and, with great struggle, pulls the door closed.
+++ Certain moves, abilities, and events will have different outcomes depending ones Nature. +++
Miriana pulls at the door until she hears a click, the cold air rushing from the corridor is brought to a halt and, after rubbing her shoulders a few more times, she brings her arms down to her side. Opting to get away from the cold door, she heads deeper into the room. Her head twists and turns as she looks at every nook and cranny. From a flickering, brownish lamp stand and metallic trash bin to her left, and a metallic rectangular with a handle woven into the right wall. What catches her attention though is a chair at a desk, with the form of a person in it. Though, the chair stands taller than her height, so all she sees is the back of a head, covered by a blue cap.
"H-hello?"
"U-um do you know where the group went? I think I- uh got separated from everyone."
"Uh... sir?"
Ever cautious, Miriana approaches the chair slowly. As she reaches, the metallic smell flares up her nose causing her to scrunch up. With one hand over her nose, she raises the other towards the chair. Her hand stands just moments away from touching as a cracking sound to echoes around her. Her eyes wide as the back of the chair rushes towards her, causing her to shut her eyes and Endure. The chair slams into her, knocking her to the left. Fortunately though, the back of the chair was made of leather, with enough cushioning to knock her out of the way. As she falls to the left, the figure and the chair crash down besides her, kicking up a cloud of dust and getting herself, as well as the front of her dress, covered in dust.
Miriana took 3 hp in damage!
Miriana instinctively brings her hands to her face in an attempt to lessen the metallic scent that burns the air. Her ragged coughs scrape out her lungs but do little to disperse the putrid dust. Eventually, the smoke settles and the air clears enough to hold in a breath. Miriana didn't get a break though. As soon as the dust fell, a gasp of air leaps out of the young girl's mouth as her arms push her backwards. An object. thin and long, impacts her back before the sound of shattering glass fills dulling silence. The sharp sound does little to help calm the rapid beating of Miriana's heart.
A face, half of a generic human man with a small smile planted on his face and half a wrapping of wires and rust with a gap where the eye should be. A rod riddled with rusty spots connects the head to a white dress shirt, torn in some parts and hollow underneath. What seems to be metal bands wrap around underneath the shirt and hold it up in the form of a human chest. The ;pwer body was well intact, so Miriana doesn't notice anymore than a pair of dark blue jeans that connects to the upper body via a rod.
'A... a robot?'
The revelation takes a moment, which leads to the shivering of Miriana's body dying down. On all fours, she crawls towards the robot. The air no longer burns of metallic scent, but the smell still lingers in the air. The hollow left eye of the robot sucks Miriana in, with an array of the wires that almost seem like vines in a jungle. Lost in the eye, the girl is suddenly jolted back by a sudden buzzing sound that comes from the table the robot had been seated in. Curiosity brings her to her feet, and to the desk.
The desk stands high at a little above neck-level for the young girl with shiny, light brown oak that feels smooth to the touch of both hands and chin. The first thing she notices is a large book. In fact, it's the only thing she notices as the book blocks her vision of the rest of the desk. She puffs her cheeks as she glares at the paper that's sandwiched between two hard covers, before sliding her chin down the rounded edge of the desk. Her eyes still barely above the edge and her hands reaching up, she grabs the edges of the book. Her arms strain against the book again and again, giving way bit by bit as the book nears the edge. Finally, after one final pull, the book teeters past the ledge and lands in the arms of the young girl.
Book of Memoirs obtained!
Miriana's eyes trace along the cover, following the red lines that wrap around the front in a helix-like form. No words adorn the cover, nor the spine, nor the back, just simply a spiral of red on a backdrop of purple that felt soft to the touch. With book in hand, Miriana makes her way over back to where the lamp had fallen, to the left wall from the door. Her legs cross as she sits on the floor, back against the wall and the book resting on her lap. Her eyes travel up and down the cover, spine, back and then the cover again (though it's a bit tiresome to spin the book in her lap). With the room she's in and the task of finding her parents pushed to the back of her mind, the cover page lifts open by Miriana's own hands.
"Huh?"
The pages, much like the cover, are devoid of words. Peeling past page after page, the young girl finds not a single word. After reaching about one fourth of the way through, A soft sigh slips out from her lips before she grips the front cover with her right index and thumb. However, just before closing the book, a shimmer of light radiates from in-between both the cover and the first page. With the young girl's curiosity re-captured, she flips to the front page. The light spills out from the book and covers the room in a bright white color for just a moment, before the orange hue of the ceiling light takes over once again. After blinking a few times to remove the black spots in her vision, her eyes focus in on the first page of the book. Both writing and a single picture suddenly cover what used to be a blank page. The text is unreadable, with characters that she has never seen before. The picture on the over hand is instantly recognizable, as a perfect black-and-white rendition of herself stares back at her from within the book.
Game Saved
+++ The Book of Memoirs can be used to save your game. +++
+++ Though, only certain people can use it and even fewer can carry it. +++
+++ Other Characters will have different methods of saving their game. +++
Miriana Nyxim Lv. 1
HP: 9/12
ATK: 6 (+1)
DEF: 4 (+1)
SP. ATK: 4
SP. DEF: 5
SPD: 8 (+1)
Moves:
1. Endure! (Power: 0, PP 9/10)
When used successfully, will always survive the next hit with one hp even at 1 hp! However, the user will still feel the pain, and the user must be willing to take the hit to use this move. Increases DEF and SP. DEF.
2. Blank
3. Blank
4. Blank
Nature: Hasty
Hates to lose.
Most Recent entry:
A Young Girl named Miriana has found herself lost and alone in the remains of a building. Cold and afraid, she begins wandering through the halls that seem to twist and turn with no end. At the end, a warm, yet more dusty and smelly, room awaited her. The half-decayed (literally right down the middle of the face) robot on a chair was a surprise to Miriana, but the large velvet-covered book sitting on the desk was far more interesting to her. She opens it only to find that every single page in the book is blank! Disappointed, she moves to close the book, only to be stopped by a bright shinning light, and the sudden appearance of words and a black-and-white picture of herself!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story~ On another note, please leave a review and tell me what you think. No promise on the frequency of updates. Bye~
Author's Q: I want to give this story a feeling similar to a video game play through, do you think I'm succeeding in that aspect? And is there anything you suggest I can add?