Chapter 1 - A Temple in the Sky

Seeing the Prismavian put on a threatening display, Shossk wordlessly raises his Dusk ball and recalls the bird. There was no reason to tolerate the risk it presented without the proper assistance.

He glances over at the snoozing Iris, walks over, and nudges her face with a gloved hand. "Are yyou awake, Iris? I am in need of your help."

"Thiss bird is uncooperative." Shossk states, presenting the pokeball with the problematic Prismavian. "I need you to nnegotiate with it."

As the Vivorin emerged from the Poké Ball and started staring her down, Yoko could feel her heart starting to beat just a little bit faster, though she couldn't tell if it was out of fear or awe. Okay, Yoko, keep it together. This creature belongs to you now. Show it that you're the one in charge. Keep calm, and be assertive. Okay? You can do this. After giving herself a little pep talk in her mind, Yoko exhaled a calm and steady breath, and then looked at the Vivorin with a determined look and a confident smile. "Good evening, Vivorin. My name is Yoko Miyamoto, and starting from this moment, I am your Trainer (that's what we're called, right?). Let's get along, shall we?" she confidently announced to the Vivorin with the same radiance she had greeted the others with back when they first met, once again giving a stylish yet polite bow to the dragon creature.

In answer to the Prismavian's flood of questions, Iris kept her calm and tried to soothe the Prismavian's confusion with softly given answers. Instead of words, possibly harsh and foreign to a Pokemon, she conveyed her own memories, including the memories of the other Pokemon she had channeled in the past... Her Pokemon. Again, she felt like a hole had opened in her chest when she remembered her dear friends, lost to who knows where. Involuntary emotions like her sorrow would be carried through the link as unintentionally as their birth had been, but it would not impede the information. She and the other two with her were known as "trainers." They needed help from "Pokemon," other creatures they captured in "Pokeballs." The inside of the Pokeball was probably the strange world the Prismavian had awakened to, and hoping it would help, Iris shared the memories she saw from her own Pokemon about what the interior of the Pokeball was like and how the sudden pulls in and out of it were no cause for alarm. Often, to catch Pokemon, the would need to attack, so yes. In a way, they were like a group that attacked, but only because they needed to, and now that the Prismavian was captured, they wanted nothing more than to be friends with it. There was no intent to harm, and often times, the most common exchange of services was the Pokemon to help the trainer in return for being fed. The strange tug was a bond, created by the Pokeball, between the Prismavian and her trainer, the reptilian man. It could be the start of something very special and precious... The end shape of that bond was up to the two of them. Iris was just the translator. The questions after that, Iris didn't understand enough to really give a clear answer, but she tried to give extra snippets that might have been relevant.

Layl looked at everyone getting along with their Pokemon, or at least attempting to. Fantasia certainly wasn't acting the best right now, but Layl honestly didn't much care about it's personality. It could be abrasive if it wanted, as long as it helped in the end. Layl wasn't the type to lead, so her team probably wasn't getting much use out of her aside from training. She shook her head of those thoughts, going over to sit down while the rest did their things. "Tell me when we're heading out!" she said while plopping down on the ground in her safari gear.

Iris, too, looked at Shossk as she gently eased out of channeling the Prismavian to give it some privacy. Her feet responded in much the same way, slowly stepping backwards to give the two space. With eyes that moved from Shossk to the Prismavian, Iris tried to convey with words that he should respond.

Leaving the two at it, Iris glances over at Yoko and her Vivorin. If, by chance, she makes eye contact with either of them, she gives a smile and a thumbs up. Although, even without eye contact, she could kind of see that Yoko looked a bit overwhelmed, but the Vivorin seemed fine. Deciding that this would be a good experience, Iris left Yoko to it as well. Although, she did remain nearby, watching... mostly out of concern but it would be a lie to say that Iris didn't find some amusement in this.

Light inquisitively peeked out from the greenery behind Layl and sniffed at her. She growled a little at the scent of the other Zorua, but cut it mid-sound in surprise. Evidently, she was surprised at her own growl. With big eyes, the bashful Zorua looked up at the other Zorua's trainer, her shy way of greeting new people while her trainer was busy.

*Kroo*

With a quick glance back at Iris the Prismavian takes a deep breath. Lowering its head slight it seemed to concentrate, the flickering lightning fizzles out and darkness closes in once more. It appears to be visibly concentrating to keep this state.

Light whimpered. Did no one like her? However, being the good Zorua she was, she obliged. She couldn't quite go invisible, but she tried her best. Her illusion capability went to work and suddenly instead of the normal black and red, her body changed to the colors of jungle camo, splotches of brown, black, tan, and green.

"Thenn we are ready," Shossk affirms aloud. He steps over to the edge of the island to look down upon the campsite, tilting his head and swishing his tail thoughtfully. "Calt will ffind a safe place for us to land, near the encampment. Wwe will fly down two at a time, Iris and I with this one," he gestures to the Prismavian, "and Layl and Yoko on hers."

"Oncce we land, we will approach and... sspeak with them," Shossk says with a noticeable pause, looking to Iris. Shossk had stated his preference for ambushing the group without warning, but the group had decided against it for reasons he could not understand. Whatever those reasons were, however, they were important to the humans. That was all he needed to understand for now. "We will fight iff they are hostile. If they are not thenn...," Shossk trails off. He had not considered what would happen if the group below does not attack them. He blinks, then blinks again, a slight tightness in his chest beginning to form. "Then we will nnot fight."

Calt flutters down from a nearby branch shortly after, and, once plans are made and shared (and maybe once Iris channels Calt?), he swoops down to the island below. The predatory avian of the night soundlessly scouts the forest below, likely to spot any danger and unlikely to be seen in return.