(β:003) action, open. HIATUS END!

[It feels like a long time since he's felt the sun. A long time, because he was forcibly taken away two weeks ago and experimented on. He had been aware that such a thing was possible, but foolishly he'd still thought himself invulnerable. He was the strongest Pokemon ever to exist, after all; who would be able to win against him, without reality-traveling shenanigans like those that had brought him to Luceti in the first place? A physical group of people (such as the Malnosso) wouldn't be able to marshal the resources to take him.

Oh, hubris. They had been unimaginably efficient. He'd barely had the chance to fight back. Technology, or magic perhaps, that he had never encountered subdued him. The drones had then bundled him up neatly and disappeared with him. The strongest Pokemon ever was at the mercy of the Malnosso.

What had they wanted from him? After a time, it became clear that it was something to do with psychic powers. But parts of it still did not make sense to him; the excruciating pain, for example. It lingered on even now, making it hard to think.

He still couldn't see or hear. The only way he could tell it was sunny was the warmth of it on his back. Outside, then. Free? Released from the Malnosso, at least from now? But where? Near the village? There was no way to tell.

Blind, deaf and bruised, he lay in the bushes at the playground, vulnerable to anyone who might pass by.]