The cave of memories.

She hadn't really meant to come this way. In fact, she'd become rather delirious in the span of a few hours. Probably due from lack of sleep. She wanted to stop, oh how the little Abra wanted to stop. As tired as she was, something had dragged her on and on until she was on the verge of collapse. In truth, she had opted to walk a lot lately to conserve psychic energy.

It was very peculiar why she had found herself standing before a wide cave. Psychic energy radiated from within, seeming to bounce off the walls and pull her toward it like a magnet. It could have just been the familiar resonance. There were others of her line in that cave somewhere, she could pick that out. But it wasn't just the psychic energy. That strange calling feeling had been with her since she'd picked herself up nearly a week ago and suddenly she had found herself walking. She had no particular directiion in mind at the time, and had avoided humans. Like some strange magnetism she'd been drawn one way, then the next, until she'd found this.

She hadn't meant to come this way. This was the last place she wanted to be. And yet, this was where her feet had taken her. This was where she was now. And that pulling, whether its source be beyond the cave or not, was dragging her right into it. Her mind seemed to vibrate with memories that she refused to pull forward to re-visit, and for a moment she took a step back. Trembling, she peeled her closed eyes back behind her. Learning to see with closed eyes had been one of the first things she had learned as an Abra. She could see the psychic energy in all things. The link that connected everything in existence, living or non, with everything else. She could see how the path eventually widened, the open sky ahead, birds dotting it as they flew.

She thought about turning back. However, the moment the thought so much as budded into existencet the strange magnetizing pull lurched her forward. Her eyes, though closed, began to sting with tears. She didn't want to see other psychics. They would learn of her misdeed and chase her out, or worse. Oh, Selena wanted so badly to leave, but to turn her back on that calling, which somehow resonated from deep within herself and out beyond where she could not see was impossible.

And so, Selena dared to step forward, in spite of being tired. She could have rested - she should have rested - but she knew she could go a bit longer without it for now. The Abra stepped forward into the cave, psychic sense reaching out to pick up on anything potentially dangerous. Her ears twitched rapidly, nose sniffed and mouth was partly open as though she were tasting the air and drawing it into her nasal cavity somehow. A gift of her line was that they had excellent night vision - a trait they had inherited from the training they recieved as an Abra. That training had certainly done Selena some good, but it didn't cap her nervousness and the threat of her memories daring to return. She continued through the cave.

As you continued, it was apparent the other Psychic pokemon where aware of your presence. There where scuttling sounds, some stomping, even the soft hum of a pokemon floating up ahead. Though none of them where approaching, both there energy and sounds faded as they strode further away. Except for two pokemon, not far off. After a bit, you caught site of them.

A Mime Jr. and a Smoochum where having a battle. It didn't seem like they noticed you. The battle looked pretty intense though they neither pokemon didn't look much stronger than yourself. After a few seconds it was easy to see who was winning, Mime Jr. kept using Barrier but even though it raised her Defense Smoochum was on a non-stop offense using Lick, Pound, Lick, Pound... Beating away the Barriers one after another. It was all most impossible for Mime Jr. to get in an attack, and she would lose soon. Smoochum finally knocked her back before she could get in a Barrier, due to Licks Paralysis. She prepared another Pound to finish Mime Jr. off.

It was apparent, she pokemon here didn't joke around in battles. Even those two little pokemon where being vicious. The mysterious pull you felt tugged at you bit, but not as powerful as the force which had driven you into this cave. You had a few choices... You could continue in this ominous cave. You could leave so you wouldn't have the fate of a fierce battle like the Mime Jr. experienced. Maybe even help the Mime Jr. out? Or you could go your own way ignoring these choices.

(I threw you into a random battle between other pokemon... Omg what am I thinking? *scary back ground music and lightning* lolz. Oh and BTW tell me weither or not you mind gore, not like heavy gross ripping out peoplez gutts gore and stuff though. But just like Blood and maybe(not likely) death(NPCs not Selena) occasionaly gore.)

It was too late to turn back now. They knew she was here. She knew they knew. It was true not every Psychic-type could read minds. Just like developing physical muscles, the training and development of psychic powers took intense training and focus. However, many of them were sensitive to the emotions or even mind state of another, and it was likely they sensed her guilt. She knew she felt guilty, and that would probably never fade away. As she listened to the other Pokemon disappear, she wondered vaguely if she'd ever find the company of another like herself - a psychic type, or even another Pokemon, so she could try again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the clash of psychic energy and her head snapped towards it. Her eyes opened, perhaps to see a little better (even though she really had no need to). Blinking, she shook her head to clear it and re-focus with closed eyes upon the two fighting Pokemon. They were quite young and being awfully vicious. Did all the Pokemon fight like this? Where she had come from, the youngsters had sparred but it was never this violent. Violent fighting usually didn't occur until one reached adulthood and even then, in the colony, you weren't necessarily allowed to kill your opponent. These two looked as though they might have been fighting to the death.
The mysterious tug yanked her towards the cave, but there was a smaller tug here as well. Casting a rather reluctant glance towards the cave, she supposed she should do something about it. Returning her gaze towards the two fighters told her the Mime Jr. was about to lose. Maybe she could redeem herself. Even if she got hurt, she might still be able to make up for ... well, whatever it was that had happened. Besides, if she could calm them down they might have answers.
Summoning her psychic energy, she teleported just as the Mime Jr. was knocked back, intending to reappear between them and send a blast of energy in the Smoochum's direction to knock her back. Her intention was not to hurt them, and she wasn't even sure she could summon the energy to fight viciously. It may even do absolutely nothing, but she did weigh more than the Smoochum. That might help a bit in keeping her immobilized. As for what she would do after, provided this even worked, she had no idea. She could only hope this would go well.

(( I don't mind at all! ))

Your plan worked, as Smoochum was knocked back. "Wow! Thanks!" You could hear the graciousness of the Mime JR. behind you, proving how dangerous this battle was. Though Smoochum didn't look very happy. She jumped up quickly and puffed out her chest. "What was that for? I need to collect exp. and level up to become a beautiful Jynx! You ruined my plan of deafting that Mime Jr.! URGH!" After Smoochum finished her little rant she came at you with a Pound. Before you could react Mime Jr. quickly jumped in front of you with a Barrier. Then before Smoochum could respond Mime Jr. got an attack in, Copy Cat, which was now Pound. Smoochum was knocked back, but got up again with an angry look in her eyes. "Ill beat both of you and be closer to evolving!" She charged forward with a Lick at both you and Mime Jr. !