Ultra Wormhole: Liam

NBP #1

In seconds, the world is ripped away from them. Bodies linked together by a single touch, the Ultra Wormhole tears them asunder across all existence, through the very fabric of space and time. It feels different for everyone. Some feel pain, some feel a nothing; it's only natural that every body and mind deals with their matter being reconstituted into another realm differently. For Babbs, it's an emptiness, a nothing, like being in a pitch vacuum where everything is so still that there is nothing for her senses to absorb. It's unnerving, but that's alright; she prefers this to the pain.

All at once everything just drops into existence. She's not sure if the motion blurring that always momentarily makes her sick is something that's actually happening or just her eyes' way of telling her that they don't know what the hell is going on, adding the only transitioning frames between nothing and something that it knows how to process. The old woman blinks, feeling once again the utter void around her--but this time, at least it has scenery.

Space and time itself move in the distance, swirling and clouding and billowing immeasurable light years away. There's a current flowing about them, streaked with gentle shafts of light, but it doesn't tug their levitating bodies forward. It does, however, guide their eyes, straight along the portals that are scattered in their path.

Sometimes they lay like a corridor, and sometimes they end up like this, scattered every which way, crooked and strewn about. At random heights and resting on random planes, eight portals lie before them. Their reflective surfaces shimmer like mirrors. Even with eyes obscured partially by swooping brows, Babbs sees a light blue, a dark blue, a red, a light green, a yellow, a white, a pink, and a purple. Reflexively--since she at least thinks she knows how this voodoo works, now--she swims in the void and it carries her forward.

Wrinkled features turn back to her charge, watery blue eyes intent upon him. Mouth opens to speak, but no sound comes out. That part she forgot. She channels her thoughts to him instead, in this strange space realm, where the boundaries between minds are softer than in their comfortable world.

"Choose where you'd like," comes the warm drawl, jowls tugging upward in a warm smile that doesn't completely hide her nervousness. In reality, she hates this garbage; all of the science mumbo jumbo and warping. At least the Enigma Ruins kept them in the Park; this? Who could ever know where this stuff would take them? Nonetheless, they'd all (for the most part) emerged in one piece; so she gazes at him as she awaits his and his Pokemon's decision. Her hand extends--a part of the drill she'd already familiarized him with. All entities needed to be connected by touch to be taken to the same instance, and she reminds him of that here for when he makes his choice. ​

Encounter Stats:
none yet!​

Remaining Portals:

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For reference, modified Pokemon + Locations.

• Light Blue: Great Lakes
• Dark Blue: Sandy Beach
• Red: Mt. Deckbi
• Light Green: Botanical Gardens
• Yellow: Abandoned Power Plant
• White: Mt. Oktori
• Pink: Meteor Valley
• Purple: Ruined Manor

Trainer Stats:

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Liam O'Regan at the Ultra Wormhole!
Remaining Encounters: 5
Environment: Currently suspended in Ultra Space. Fun?
Pokemon Encountered: none yet!
Pokemon Captured: none yet!

Items: Digital Camera, Superball (x3), Hyper Ball (x2), Energy Powder, Energy Powder Plus, Lava Cookie, Pokedoll, Calming Fragrance Plus

MCR: 0 characters
Total: 0 characters

Pokemon Stats:

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Isla / Lapras / Gentle / Female / Hydration
EMs: Thunderbolt, Dragon Pulse, Substitute, Rest, Thunder, Surf, Strength, Waterfall, Zen Headbutt, Icy wind, Dragon Dance, Outrage, Hidden Power [Water], Avalanche, Roar, Drill Run, Iron Head, Heal Bell, Horn Drill, Reflect, Captivate, Freeze-Dry, Protect


Hiko Puwere / Galvantula / Impish / Male / Unnerve
EMs: Giga Drain, Light Screen

 

Dry wind kicked up remnants of sand off the headscarf Liam had wrapped around his face. Traveling around these areas were sometimes dangerous, as the weather and environment was so unpredictable, but Liam had heard of strange sightings in these parts. Thus, he had traveled to the Enigma Ruins to gain a first hand account, but he did not expect what was to happen next. Head still wrapped in the light beige scarf, contrast to his sandy brown skin with only his ocean blue eyes peering out. Liam sported a bushy beige shirt torn crop-top with wrappings around his stomach and chest matched large, sandy pants ending in wrappings around Liam's feet; he was ready for traveling-- but not through a wormhole.

Suddenly, something around him began to change. It wasn't quite the air, nor was it the land; Liam halted in his tracks as the literal space around him began to bend. Rifts opening and spreading, Liam placed one hand on a belt that hung across his waist, holding two Pokéballs, readying himself for whatever was happening. But the wormholes expanded too fast for Liam to react properly-- there was no escape.

Now, floating in a odd realm of color and soundless space, the Cerulean Gym leader found himself in the presence of an elderly woman. This woman seemed much more acquainted to this unknown zone than Liam did, which was calming-- thank goodness; Liam's adrenaline was rushing in his body and he was nearly on the verge of panicking, but seeing this collected woman swim about in the zero-gravity dimension was incredibly zen.

As the space around them morphed and evolved, different colored portals started to show in every different plane. A warm voice came to Liam, not in the usual way of vibrations through the air, but more of vibrations through the mind; "Choose where you'd like," the voice said, clearly coming from the woman Liam somehow understood to be known as "Babbs".

Looking around, Liam saw the different colors and possible realms he could take. The closest was a pink wormhole, and even if Liam tried to pretend that this airless, soundless, bizarre space didn't get to him, it really was suffocating and making him claustrophobic. "This one, the pink one," Liam attempted to reply to Babbs via thinking loudly. He swung his arms out as if to swim toward the pink wormhole; he knew his sense of placement was distorted as even though he knew he was getting closer to it, his perspective told him the rift in spacetime was just seemingly enlarging, engulfing him and Babbs the moment they entered.

@K'sariya