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Rhe Leafeon hybrid watched and listened as people began to introduce themselves but, truly only two names stood out to him and, perhaps three faces?

"Kaya Rayvn. Oddly, also Team Snagem. I was on a mission with my team to stop some psycho from taming God, I think? It's already getting pretty hazy, to be honest. I could just as easily have been getting a slurpee from the kitchen. I did always like a good Figy slurpee." He admitted, walking toward the others, slowly. "Crystal... I know you. I think." He announced to the Espeon hybrid as she knelt to speak to the familiar-yet-unfamiliar Elektrike hybrid. The boy felt like a face he recognized but he wasn't absolutely certain he did.

"And Keiko, too..." He told the human woman, his voice softening a bit. He remembered her as being the anxious sort. And a friend.

But in this place? Was it possible these people were the ones he knew? Or were these just lookalikes from another time and place?

The man listened as everyone said their names and gave a bit of information on their former worlds, Nascour not responding too much until Tee pointed at him and informed him of the 'other him' and his current status; that being dead. Nascour scoffing and turning away dismissively. "Perhaps one of me, but not me. I'm not surprised though..." He began, turning his focus back to Tee. "...you Snagems have a way of spreading destruction wherever you go." Nascour said, his red eyes shimmering a bit as he glared at the Absol hybrid. No hard feelings, huh?

"Well then..." He said, turning away from Tee and back to the group at large. "...I guess introductions are over. Interesting to see that some of you come from the similar worlds, if not the same, though perhaps not the same time. With us all acquainted let us move onto the next phase of all this, that being why I spared you are all from oblivion. To do that I must explain the how, that is how I brought you here..." With that he held his empty hand out, palm to the sky. Where there was nothing something began to materialize, the object glitching into view pixel-like and began to quickly stabilize and take on a more high definition form as now a rounded stone sat in his hand. The stone was gray stone with a gear-like carving on it with a hole drilled through the entire thing. Inside the hole was a piece of what looked like green ceramic suspended in place by some sort of lighter green energy which emitted from inside the stone.

"This here is the Chronos Stone, same name of the island but that's not a coincidence as it is the stone that manifested this island you see." He began to explain, de-materializing the Chronos Stone, where it was stored was anyone's guess. "The stone itself was forged outside of this place, back in my home world. Carved from stone harvested from the Relic Stone and imbued with Celebi's energy contained within a piece of a Time Flute. The stone originally allowed one to travel through time, in a limited fashion albeit, however an unfortunate event befell its owner at the time after they came under attack by a particularly powerful Psychic hybrid. The stone went haywire and attempted to transport them to a future where their world no longer existed, into a void of nothingness. With the stone they were able to forge something from nothing by drawing in fragments of other dying worlds and thus this place was built." He said, gesturing at the surroundings, which wasn't much.

"It's also by the power of the stone that all of you arrived here. And it's by the power of the stone that we will all escape this place to a world that is meant to exist, unlike this one." He said, his face somehow becoming even more stern than it was before. "This place is temporary, kept only in existence by the stone drawing in pieces to replace what fades away into oblivion but alas this cannot last forever, the stone limited in its energies. But you, Snagems, will be able to use the Chronos Stone to its full potential to save us all and you will do it by giving the stone the power it needs. You see, the stone typically would need to be recharged by Celebi, the source of its power but there is no Celebi in this forsaken place. And while the wielder of the stone searched for one it could not find such a Pokemon but they did find a powerful Psychic force that should be enough to fuel the stone, pulled it into this island at the edges of Ultra Space." With that Nascour smiled again, that same unsettling grin.

"In this place is now a monstrosity of unfathomable Psychic might, an abomination of nature who much like this island, much like us, is not meant to exist. Here, on Chronos Island, is something called the Psychic Elemental and you, Team Snagem, will slay it and claim its power for the stone." Nascour announced, throwing his arms out wide dramatically as he made his proclamation, red eyes now wide as the cracks in his sanity began to show. "Save me, save us, Team Snagem!" He demanded of them.

Crystal watched Tristen’s reaction to her, her forked tail flicking. The kid was completely on his guard, scared, hyper vigilant, if her readings were right. She frowned, wondering what kind of life Tristen led to be like this at his young age. When he finally gave his name, she smiled. “Glad to meet you, Tristen. Now-”

The hybrid had to stifle a sigh when Nascour started again, turning her head towards him, but that was about it. Her eyes narrowed, eying the Chronos Stone. Her ear twitched as they began to lay flat again, until he mentioned one thing she was astounded to hear. “...Gomenasai? Just what did you tell us we had to do?” Crystal would finally stand back up and give the man her undivided attention, astounded by the task they were asked. “You definitely brought the wrong person in then. If that thing had any of the same capabilities that the Elementals I recall had, I’m a liability. Elementals that I remember had the ability, hell, damn near a need to control others of their type. And you want a psychic type hybrid to go up against it? No. And then we only captured them, too, not killed them. Unless that Chronos Stone can store it somehow and siphon off the energy that way.” Crystal shook her head, wondering just how long this man had been here. With how he was asking, why would she even want to release him into some reality to cause havoc? None of them had even asked for this, either, to be here. At this point, she really did rather be in that disappeared reality instead of here. At least she’d only be turning on allies once.

Kaya waved back at Keiko, realizing she must be a version he knew. Or maybe she was a version of Keiko who knew a version of him that was recognizable? This was confusing. He looked around once more as Nascour began to explain where they were and how they had arrived, sans mechanics of course, trying to process it all. He had already recognized one or two of these people but now, he was certain, he recognized a third as well. The boy's skittishness told him it couldn't be the same one he knew but it was the person, undoubtedly. "You're... Tristen, right?" He asked gently as he approached the Electrike hybrid Crystal was speaking to. "I know you... Or a version of you, I guess?" He told the boy. "Your parents were raising you into a strong and confident kid. You can handle this place, I promise." He told the youth, offering him a warm smile, which almost instantly crumbled as Nascour continued explaining, finally reaching the mention of a Psychic Elemental.

"An Elemental? Like Celsius?" He asked, recalling the Ice Elemental they had once dealt with. That was the thing that had turned Blizz into a hybrid, that had haunted the man's narrative for years and that had at one point threatened their very world. Sure, his version of Snagem had beaten him but they had also nearly all died in the process. And that was an Elemental of a physical element. How would this ragtag group, many of whom where either inexpereince from the look of them, untrusting of these strangers with good reason or simply too displaced to be in their prime deal with such a being that used an immaterial power at that level?

"If this thing is anything like him, we're not beating it easily. If at all." The Hybrid announced. This was looking like he might get his oblivion after all.

Monique turned toward the source of the outburst, the white-haired guy. It had started as soon as Nascour uttered the word "elemental".

It didn't register on Monique's seismograph, but it had clearly rocked his world. He moved toward several of the other Snagems, clearly more familiar with him than she was.

"...Narcissistic p***k? Who is this guy?" She gestured with a hand, flickering between dark skin and fur, toward Nascour's visage. "Clearly you know him?" Monique asked Tee out of genuine lack of knowledge. She didn't get up. She was not about to abandon Keiko right now.

"No, I brought the correct person." Nascour said as he turned on his heel to face Crystal, hands behind his back. "It is the Chronos Stone that will be the answer to both of those problems. As a Psychic hybrid you should be able to, in theory, wield the stone better than others and it is with the stone that you should, again in theory, be able to resist the Elemental's influence. Furthermore much like how the wielder of the stone pulled in things from across time to this place you will be able to pull in the Capture Disc required to capture the Psychic Elemental. Specific inanimate objects, things that have no real energy signature, are extremely difficult, if not impossible, to pull in. At least for a non-Psychic wielder of the stone. With enough focus you should be able to locate a Capture Disc in a dying world just before it disappears and summon it here." Nascour explained to Crystal.

"But yes, fighting the Elemental will not be easy, in fact you will be putting your very lives in danger to do so. However, what lives do you really have? All of us should not be here, we have denied death its mark. You've already escaped oblivion once and now you are left with two options; fight the Psychic Elemental for a chance to escape this place and gain a second chance at living or do nothing and we all slowly fade away into nothingness with this island.

"And narcissistic?" Nascour began as he turned again, this time to face Tee. "Perhaps. But is it not my 'narcissism', as you put it, that will give you a chance at life? But by all means, if you wish to shun the grace I have shown you all, how I saved you, then by all means do nothing. We can all sit around on the beach with false sand that feel and behaves like bits of styrofoam. Or maybe we'll rest in the Pokemon Center whose structure behaves like a bounce house on the inside. Either way we can all enjoy this wrong place until we fade away but at least you'll still have your dignity in tact, right? Your morals untarnished." Nascour said, his words becoming more venomous as he spoke, clearly showing contempt for Tee.

Scoffing turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "The Psychic Elemental can be found on what is suppose to be Birth Island in a proper world, the wielder of the Chronos Stone barely able to contain it there. To reach it you will have to travel on foot. Yes, on foot. The ocean here isn't actually water or rather it doesn't behave like it." He said, again his tone full of disdain, he despised this place clearly. "I will join you all on the journey to the Elemental and before he reach the island I shall in part the Chronos Stone on you, my purple furred friend." He said to Crystal with a slight bow. "But only until the very last minute. I know none of you trust me, and you have no reason too, but the same goes the other way around. If you agree to this task we are simply allies due to circumstance. If we escape this place I shall part ways with you in the new world and you'll never see me again. No schemes, no plots for revenge against Team Snagem, nothing of the sort. That is my promise to you and while I may be many things the one thing I am not is a liar." His face would contort, again that look of disdain as if the very idea of lying disgusted him.

"So, what do you say to my proposition, Team Snagem? Possible death with the possibility of a new life or certain death in time? Those are your options. If you agree then I shall give you a boon to aid in fighting the Elemental." Nascour said as he re-materialized the Chronos Stone in his outstretched hand, the stone floating just above it.

"Gather around the stone and reach out for it, but do not touch. I shall imbue you all with some of its energy. This energy will age you rapidly, but not instantly, and not in the way you are imagining. Instead it will age you in the way you would have aged had your world not died, that is you will become the person you would have been in every way imaginable. You will physically look the way you were meant to including scars. You will gain all knowledge you would have had. You will gain any abilities you would have gained. This can even include items that you have on your person constantly in the future, that you would have had an emotional attachment to, meaning it can appear on your person. It's the same for your Pokemon as well, so long as you have a powerful bond. However I can only you give you so much energy so you will stop aging at a certain point, this point being different for everyone. The entire process should wrap up by the time we make it to the Elemental. So make your choice, Snagems."

The fact that Crystal didn’t have even so much as a sarcastic remark to Tristen, while not making him drop his guard, did honestly get the kid’s attention. That was perhaps the first time in a while someone was actually glad to meet him. But Kaya making the mention he knew him. How? Tristen never saw this person before. But yet, he wasn’t doing anything either that would show he was about to be put in his place again. He didn’t understand it, but then the Electrike kid wasn’t understanding what was going on in general. There was still animosity towards between most of the people here and this more intimidating looking figure in spite of his insistence of him saving the lot of them. At least for the time being. And who was this Team Snagem? Why was this person calling everyone that?

As the shady man continued to speak, talking about the weird stone, he spoke as if he was offering something. Once again, he couldn’t help but to think back to what the chief talked about. What he demanded. To take any kind of charity meant weakness. Weakness meant you were a burden. Tristen curled up tighter, not wanting to get in any sort of trouble. It was clear he wasn’t going to be approaching the stone on his own.