Unconciousness

Leon could not have been any clearer in explaining the task at hand. Despite his best efforts to relay his guild’s instructions, Noir the Haunter was continuing to make his role as a leader difficult. Finally giving up on his attempts to communicate, Leon lapsed into a silence as he watched Noir circle around Meri, cackling and laughing as he usually did.

“Leon! He’s m-making those faces again!” cried a distraught Castform, namely Meri. Her cries were futile in gaining Leon’s intervention. The Riolu simply watched as Noir continued to encircle the distressed Castform. His face continued to transform into ever-changing forms. Each one seemed to take a more disturbing form than the last. Meri clamped her eyes shut and tried her best to look away. Every time she opened them she was soon confronted with whatever obscenity Noir managed to transform his face into.

Leon had found his two teammates right where they were supposed to be. Noir, despite all the trouble he could be, had managed to follow Leon’s set of instructions and had arrived, along with Meri, at the edges of Creeping forest…or what was left of it at least. Around him, teams were at work; shovelling their way through the dead soil and sowing their seeds. They worked with effort, motivated by a strong desire to bring life back into their forest and the surrounding area.

Leon looked to his team and regarded his two disorderly members with a sigh. A faint feeling of disappointment came over him, but he managed to laugh it off with a low chuckle. It was a beautiful day, one too beautiful to be spent scolding Noir for having a bit of fun. Regarding his team with a smile, he turned and made his way over to a nearby tree-stump. It seemed that the ruined tree that once stood upon it had been felled and cleared away earlier that morning.

Yes, it was indeed a beautiful day. Letting the sack of seeds slip from his grip, Leon sat upon the deserted tree stump and crossed his legs. With a deep breath he filled his lungs with the midday air and tilted his head skywards. There was barely a cloud in sight. The soft breeze of the day had smeared white and fluffy swirls across the flawless blue sky.

To Leon, the days that passed seemed precious and special. His smile widened as he remembered the special someone that was making these days so special. Were it not for him, Leon would not be sitting here as he was now. Were it not for him, Leon would have never seen the sky again…

Leon panted and gasped as he continued to push his body to its limit. With one arm following the other, he ploughed his way through the cold morning waters of Tao Lake. It was early morning; the newborn sun was little more than an orange smudge on the horizon.

The waters of the lake were cold, but did little to bother Leon as he swam. The cold caress of the water was rejuvenating and made Leon feel alive. It was the time of day when most were still sleeping warm in their dwellings. No sleep for Leon. The day was going to be great, and there was little point in him wasting its early hours in bed.

Leon continued to swim further from the shore and from the small camp that he had made near the banks of Tao Lake. He was enjoying the burn in his muscles as they began to strain in protest. He found the pain invigorating and swam harder. Lost in his bliss, Leon’s arms continued to power through the water. In the early hours of the morning, the lake was deep and murky without the warm gaze of the sun’s midday rays. In spite of the lake’s murky appearance, he swam further into the deep. He was alone and without company. Recent events had inspired the usually sociable Riolu to seek out solitary; not to rest or relax but to become stronger.

Beneath the surface of the usually calm lake, a pair of eyes began to follow the Riolu like shape that glided above them. The silt at the lake’s bottom began to stir as dozens upon dozens of black tentacles sprang to life. Their owner, a large Tentacruel continued to follow the clueless Riolu as it swam across the surface. Breakfast was a treat that rarely often came, especially at this hour in the morning.

The water was dark; it was ideal for concealing one’s presence. The prey was unweary; it would be an easy kill. They were alone; nobody would interfere with this hunt. Unable to contain its excitement any further, the Tentacruel launched its way towards the surface with a sudden flick of its tentacles. They prey was within reach.

Leon continued forward through the murky water. To his concern, he randomly felt his heart skip a beat. His body began to tingle as sudden feeling of uncertainty rose within him. Coming to a stop, Leon breathed deep of the cool morning air as he proceeded to tread the lake’s water. He looked around him, his ruby like eyes scrutinising his surroundings for the source of his discomfort. He discovered that he was far from the lake’s banks. A sense of anxiety quickly fell upon him followed by a strong desire to return. Something wasn’t right.

Peeking down into the unfriendly waters of the lake he saw the outline of a creature shimmer as he took in its radiant aura. Leon’s heart almost skipped another beat. A sense of fear infested itself within him. The aura was crimson red and was getting closer. Gasping with fright Leon tried to ready his Force Palm, hoping to splatter whatever this thing was the moment it reached him. His efforts were too late.

A yelp escaped Leon as small forest of tentacles erupted from the water and ensnared him. Thrashing, kicking and biting, he fought against them with whatever strength he had left. The strain of his morning swim had already cost him a great deal of it. His endeavours to combat the Tentacruel quickly became futile as he was dragged beneath the surface of the lake.

Leon knew he was losing the struggle, but refused to give in. His eyes clamped shut to keep the water out. He couldn't see a thing. Even so, he continued to squirm against the Tentacruel’s tightening grip. He managed to free one of his legs. Letting his instinct guide him, Leon kicked with his freed leg and smiled as he felt it find purchase against the Tentacruel’s soft underbody. He felt the tentacles’ grip around him loosen in response to his attack. Leon knew he had to get away quickly or else suffer the creature’s poison sting.

Through the water, Leon heard what he could only guess to be a cry of fury as the Tentacruel released a blast of its Supersonic. Leon’s eyes shot open as he screamed out in pain, bubbles erupted from his mouth. The tentacles began to tighten around him once more, reclaiming his freed leg. Leon felt them grow tighter and tighter with every passing moment as the Tentacruel continued to drag him deeper into its domain.

Panic and terror began to grip him as he felt his body beginning to falter under the iron grip of the Tentacruel. His actions became driven by primal instinct. He squirmed, he wrestled; his attempts to break free were becoming increasingly weak as he was dragged through the depths.

He felt his lungs starting to cry out in protest as his air began to run short. His vision was failing him as the already dim and watery world around him began to grow darker. Leon’s limbs fell limp, it had now become too much of an effort to move them. He was alone and helpless. Alone in the deep and dark waters.

From the darkness that encompassed him, he noticed the outline of a small creature shot forward through the water. It was heading towards him. Whatever it was, it seemed to make the Tentacruel nervous. Leon could feel its tentacles quiver with a sense of fright. Before the small ‘mon could get any closer, Leon’s vision finally failed him as he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Written by Team Spartan/The Masked E6 Pt 3 ''Unconsionsess'' Leon could not have been any clearer in explaining the task at hand. Despite his best efforts to relay his guild's instructions, Noir the Haunter was continuing to make his role as a leader difficult. Finally giving up on his attempts to communicate, Leon lapsed into a silence as he watched Noir circle around Meri, cackling and laughing as he usually did.

"Leon! He's m-making those faces again!" cried a distraught Meri. Her cries were futile in gaining Leon's intervention. The Riolu simply watched as Noir continued to encircle the distressed Castform. His face continued to transform into ever-changing forms. Each one seemed to take a more di
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