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[flarefor_beauty]

[Lysandre found the whole concept the the video network to be rather interesting, as the technology was very similar to the Holocaster. Something he had developed himself within Lysandre labs. Right now, he was facing the screen, whilst running his hand through Pyroar's mane. If anyone catches a glimpse of the Pokémon, he comes across as a large lion, with a similar mane of hair to his master. Lysandre values freedom and had allowed his Pokémon free, after finding his Pokeball within a case close to his bed, on arrival. Lysandre never liked keeping his Pokémon within Pokeballs for too long. He had questions and wondered who else dwelled within the prison.]

Can anyone answer me some questions, for I am new to this tower. My name is Lysandre and I come from a world known as Kalos, where people and Pokémon exist with one another. [He pauses, thinking on his next question.]

The collar around our necks; what is the function for these devices? Is there any way to remove them? If so, are there consequences? [He turns to Pyroar to see the Pokémon's concerned face. He could tell that Pyroar didn't like being within the Tower, just as his master didn't.]

Also, does anyone else know why we are here and if there is any way to escape from this place? Escape might be a rather strong word, but this whole tower feels to me as if were are prisoners here. I have not been long but I have made several studies of this tower. If anyone can help me out, it will be most welcome to me.

Comments

[alephbet]

Death's not permanent here. The testimony of the person who had their collar removed should be good enough.

You could argue that. But there's much less evidence supporting it. Even if it was a lie, what would you do? You still don't know how to go back.

[flarefor_beauty]

Has anyone ever met our captors? What do they look like? [He wanted to know if there was any way of meeting these people who did this. Lysandre was less impressed with the methods they forces upon people.]

[alephbet]

Yes. There are two adult men, a girl who appears something like a teenager, and a young boy - Riki and Jason, Ruana, and Zo respectively. They're the only ones of us who aren't visibly monsters who don't have collars, as one identifying mark.

[flarefor_beauty]

Has anyone tried to speak with these captors and ask them why they brought us here against our own will? Has anyone ever challenged them? [Because he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life within this tower.]

[alephbet]

Yes and yes. According to them, there's a virus that destroys worlds and they can only manage to pull one person intact from each to 'save' them.

Fighting them goes badly.

[flarefor_beauty]

A virus? [He furrowed his brows. He wasn't believing much of this, if at all.]

If there any proof of this so called virus destroying our worlds? I doubt this story very much.

[alephbet]

If you choose to believe that the people who go home and return with stories of dead worlds are brainwashed, and that the viewfinders on the fifth floor are similar illusions, then no. No proof.

[It's at this point that the Lilim speaks.] What about the shadow children? The ones that-

It's probably better not to bring them up if I don't have to.

[flarefor_beauty]

Shadow children? Who are they? [Yes, he is listening and he wants to know all he can. This place both fascinates and annoys him. A strange mix.]

[alephbet]

Supposedly... the spirits of those who were killed when our worlds were destroyed now inhabit the tower as dark, humanoid beings. You'll know if one latches onto you - they speak with the voices of people you knew, and too much time with them will kill you.