<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119737.msg5244595#msg5244595">Quote from: SammyGirl on 22-09-2011, 22:07:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>**Palette Town**<br/><br/>While not particularly upset about anything, the strongest emotion emanating from the pokemon professor was confusion. Thoughts passing through her mind went in circles, trying to analyze what Samuel might have meant. The feather? What feather? She couldn't remember hearing anything about a feather at all. Not to mention that she wasn't even sure what medallion Samuel was talking about. fiddling with her jewelry some more, she glanced down and found herself assuming he must have meant the Master Medallion.<br/><br/>"Maybe he wants me to take this to the Pewter City Museum....." She murmured her thoughts aloud, remembering when she had been awarded the object for the very first time.<br/><br/>It was after her first journey through the Kanto League. She'd beaten the Elite Four and the champion, and Samuel had come to congratulate her. What struck her as odd at the time had been that he was eager to ferry her away from all the fanfare and take her to--of all places--Pewter City. At the time it had struck her as startlingly unusual a place to go for a victory celebration, and when they arrived at the museum her thoughts had run wild, wondering if somehow she was going to be immortalized in history for what she'd done.<br/><br/>It was absurd of course.<br/><br/>Trainers--albeit only the best--beat the Elite Four now and then, and none of them had ever had any sort of monument erected to them in the museum. She'd fantasized about it because she was young, and at the time, the idea of fame had gone to her head, but she was set straight when instead of receiving some sort of commemorative statue, Samuel took her to the upper levels and showed her a medallion on a chain, sitting behind a thick pane of glass.<br/><br/>It was surprisingly well-guarded, for something so small, and at the time she didn't even really know why. She just remembered looking at the inscribed plaque underneath the thing, telling of its origins in a way so vague that she couldn't even figure why on earth Samuel might have thought it important for her to see such a thing.<br/><br/><em>The Master Medallion</em> The inscription read, plainly.<br/><br/><em>Pendant and chain formed from the sword of an ancient hero, it is said that this pendant has the power to tame the wildest of beasts. Donated by: "Ace"</em><br/><br/>Charity remembered finishing reading the inscription, when someone came and popped the case open. The museum curator had motioned for Samuel to take it, but Samuel took a step farther back, almost as if intimidated by the object on its pedestal.<br/><br/>"It's yours now." He had said to Charity. "Take it."<br/><br/>Taking museum property had confused her, but when the curator agreed and insisted, she took it. She had had the medallion almost ever since, parting with it only on the occasion that she'd been forced to abandon this world and return to her own. <br/><br/>She still didn't understand what was so special about the thing. It never did anything for her except look prominent hanging around her neck. But she had been told, time and time again, never to let anyone touch it. Never to leave it alone, and to always keep it with her. She slid the chain off so that she could admire the pendant in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>It was silvery, with a circle of stones--one for every element. And in the center was a dark stone, with such black radiance that it seemed to have a purple sort of glow whenever she looked at it in the dark.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>**Palette Town**<br/><br/>The things she said, the things she thought about…the Pokémon professor was not the only one that was confused. This was clearly a topic the two had never talked about, or that the human thought about often. Yet, it seemed to have something to do with the pendent Charity wore. The feline eyeing it for a bit before moving out of the way to let the woman think with ease.<br/><br/><em>Are you okay?</em>The question was a simple one, breaking the silence that had seemed to fall on the room.<br/><br/>(sorry short)