Welcome to Gaia! ::

The unnerving silence... the chill in the air... the upturned earth underfoot... the telltale tombstones littering the ground. This room is dimly lit, fitting for such a oppressive atmosphere and the creepy Elite Four member who calls this place home. The only light that fills the room is those of the torch sconces lining the walls, barely fulfilling a promise of safety and warmth. The walls and ceiling of this place are expertly painted to mimic a night sky under the new moon. Then the dead trees come into view, only strengthening the heavy air that threatens to crush the very air from one's lungs. The tombstones along the ground only vaguely form a fighting arena at the center of the room, with the tombstone furthest from the entrance being the largest one. A layer of fog covers the ground at ankle height, barely obscuring the soft upturned soil and dead grass that covers the ground. Up above, hanging high above the arena, a large funeral bell dangles soundlessly, its entire shape seeing rust and wear from a long time of use. Only when the room's owner is about do the shadows in the corners of the room seem to move... along with a pair of glowing yellow eyes that pierce through to the very soul.

Undertaker fixed his posture, sitting up straight and looking at Black Fog and Mistress directly now, his smiling unwavering. He looked about, and found that Ice Witch had floated up behind him. He then looked straight ahead and stood up all the way, each bone in his arms and legs popping as he straightened them out. When he was all the way on his own two feet, Mistress was hovering over to him, and Black Fog let loose with one of his cackles again.

"Well, it seems he wasn't sleeping after all," Mistress whispered, Black Fog still cackling. "Will you stop with that horrendous laugh? It's grating on the nerves."

Black Fog contained his laughter down to his hissing again, and Ice Witch finally got in front of Undertaker. But before she could say anything, all three turned their attention elsewhere. When Undertaker looked, a pair of small red eyes gleamed in the dark, and Bandit, his Banette, stepped forth in a sort of dancing-like motion. Undertaker, still smiling, then started walking toward the Banette. "So, you've found him, then?" Undertaker spoke in a creepy hushed tone. The Banette did nothing but nod his head. "Show the way, then..."

At those words, the other three seemed to disappear, and Undertaker turned around to face the East wall. There, slowly, gigantic automaton hands reached out of the ground without harming the soil. They planted themselves onto the ground, and began to hoist up the towering form of Atlus, Undertaker's Golurk. Undertaker's smile cracked into a grin as Atlus stood up on its feet. "We're going somewhere, Atlus," Undertaker spoke to the enormous, silent Pokémon. "Bandit knows the way..." With those words, Atlus got down on one knee and held out its left hand to lift Undertaker up. As Undertaker approached, Bandit rushed over, climbed up the extended arm, and took his place on Atlus' shoulder. Undertaker allowed himself to be picked up by Atlus, and walked outside.

While they were outside, Bandit seemed to whisper in Atlus' nonexistent ear. After a moment, Bandit and Undertaker held on tightly to Atlus' arm and shoulder as its hands and feet were pulled up inside of its body, and energy burst forth from the limbs, allowing Atlus to fly up and away like a rocket. When they were high enough, Undertaker climbed over Atlus and wrapped his arms around his neck, and Bandit clung tightly onto his master as they headed for their destination......