Vincent narrowed his eyes. "No," he quickly replied at first, but then paused. Maybe he should try getting some info out of Han without scaring him. "What happened back there?"

Han let his head hang. So he did think it. "Something I hoped would never happen again."

"You can't. Doctors have tried. I have class-1 Dissociative Identity Disorder. Gon is here to stay."

"I'm a Shaman, which is different to being a doctor. What's the details of the problem?" Jack asked.

Han fidgeted nervously. He'd had enough trouble doing this the thirty thousand times. The fact that he was doing it with Pokemon wasn't helping. "I... He's just... there. Stuck inside my head."

"Oh. A psychological problem? I've never tried to fix those..." Jack said, before thinking.

"It's in HIS HEAD. You have one too, if you claim yourself to be human. It is all our hate, vengeance and fears all into 1 hateful body.

Unless we lose our memories permanently, there's no way you can get rid of it!" Gary looked very uptight.

"Well, if I smashed your face, you wouldn't be feeling too heavenly,"

"I don't care if he's there. Well, I do, but he can only come out if I let him. And if I wasn't here, he wouldn't have. So please, just tell me how to get home."

"Or if you can catch a Celebi. Palkia isn't that easy to find. Why not we go and consult Ninetales first. She's lived for a thosand years-I'm sure she has good advice for us."

Vincent had listened closely to most of the converations, and felt a littel nervous when he heard Gary's statement. "All of us human turned Pokemon can be like this?" he thought, feeling his heart rate go up. He couldn't think of the consequences if he, a Scyther, would suddenly go on an uncontrolled rage against the others.

He stood up and tried shrugging the thought away, and hoped that Ninetales would know of something.

"She lives way up in the frosty mountains. There are a lot of Pokemon guarding the place. If you think you are not strong enough, go there and find out for yourself," Gary began to walk through the forest to the mountainous region.

"Wait. Guards? As in Pokemon guards?"

"What kind of guards?" Kanehake asked, slightly worried.

"Maybe they would stay away from me," Vincent mumbled, sliding his scythes against each other out of boredom.

Han shook his head, backing away. "I can't."

"Pokemon. Ice-Type Pokemon. They are fearless when it comes to protecting their homeland and Ninetales. I had a hard time, as a Cyndaquil." Gary rolled his eyes at Vincent's comment.

They didn't know what they were up against.

"No, no. If I go, I'll get scared and I'll let him out again."

"But you must speak to Ninetails. And don't worry, we'll protect you!" Jack said.

That didn't really give him much comfort. Even being around fighting Pokemon scared him terribly. "I... I don't know."

"Just don't worry. Even if we are attacked, get lost or we have our dark personalities come, we'll always have the spirits to guide us along the correct path" Jack said.

"Yep. Definitely Shaman personality" Joshua said.

"Ice Pokemon?" Vincent exclaimed, shivering at the thought. From what he knew, Pokemon llike him wouldn't fare that good in too cold areas.

Somehow, Jack's sudden spiritual talk made Han giggle. I was like one of those funny guru moments. It pulled out some of the fear. "Ok."

"No fear," Gary lighted himself and pushed the glacier away from the cave's entrance. They were here.

As soon as he came, Gary explained himself to the 2 Azumarril keepers in Pokelang. (which they cannot understand, it's a series of species name to them.))

"Ah. Another type of language. Harmoniously universal, it must be, among other Pokemon" Jack said.

Joshua sweatdropped.

"I'it's so-so c-cold," Kanehake said, shivering.

Han cowered behind Vincent's larger form, trying to keep his cool. He couldn't help but shiver. Being a grass Pokemon in the cold north was a very bad idea.

Kanehake moved towards Gary walking next to him. She thought that maybe him being a fire pokemon that he might help to keep he warm.

Unfortunately, his demeanor angered the guards, and they charged at him.

Gary knocked one of them out with a Fire Punch, but the other lunged at him and clutched his leg.

Whoa, this is going just a wee bit too fast to me o_O

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Vincent backed away from the attacking Pokemon. "Hey, wait, I don't wanan fight!" he cried, shielding himself with his scythes.

I'm actually with Eka.

Han ducked back at the sudden attack. "Seems your buddies could use some help."

Hey, it's only the door battle. There's a whole truckload waiting for us. *jerks thumb at waiting Pokemon*

Gary flared up his flames, making the Azumarril back away. The attack had caught it off guard.

No, not that. He's referring to the fact that we jumped from the forest to this scene without much of a transition.

Yeah.. I mean, at least write a transition effect. XD But then, it would also help if one knew what kind of Pokemon resided in said are, not just type, but species too.

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Seeing Gary being able to fend of the Azumarril, Vincent back away, still shielding his face with his scythes. He would really have to practise sometime how to use his scythes properly so he could be useful in battle.

His frustration caused him to get a weird tingling sensation in the back of his head. In one way, it felt pleasant, in another way, scary. He shrugged it off.

Based on the description of the place, I'd say somewhere in the north. So any Pokemon that live there.

Some Pokemon inside must have heard the commotion, because a group of Glaceon stepped out, moving to attack.

"Come on. Your friends won't last long without my help."

"Shut up!"

Vincent raised his scythes to try intimidate the Glaceon, but they only seemed to be more aggressive towards him. Feeling insecure, he stepped back, which caused one of the ice types to suddenly pounce at him.

He quickly jumped to the side without thinking. He was rather surprised at the sudden reflexes that had sprung into life inside him. It was a special feeling, so to say.

"C-can't we just talk this out?" he said to the Glaceon, who just jumped at him again.

When Vincent moved, it put Han right in the path of the leaping Glaceon. He looked up, terror slashing through him. In a split-second of panic, he let go. His hand suddenly flew outwards, revealing his hidden claw, and slashed across the creature's face, leaving it bleeding on the snow.

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