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Come one, come all to Hoopa's dimensional mad house! The djinn is out of the bottle and it has decided it wants to have fun with Snagems from across time and space. The Mischief Pokemon has stolen the Adamant Orb and the Luminous Orb and with them both, along with its own powers, the vile little Pokemon has created a world of its own and and populated it with people and creatures from unimaginable places.

Hoopa knows that somewhere in this world there exists its Prison Bottle, and being the chaotic Pokemon it is instead of just snatching up its bottle and wrecking havoc on this new world it has decided to make a game of it. That's where the Snagems come in.

It's a race against the clock against Hoopa and the Snagems from across space and time. In just three days Hoopa will find its bottle and it will destroy its newly made world by transporting the moon into it, killing everyone it dragged over. It's up to these various versions of Snagem to come together and find the Prison Bottle before Hoopa can and seal it away once again.

Can Snagems from worlds unknown come together before time is up?

[Take one of your characters and make a different version of them based on a period of time, book universe, video game universe, whatever. It's completely your choice. The only condition is that every universe contains Pokemon, if not in different forms and used in different ways. Also, try to keep the character Pokemon related in general. If you have questions contact me. And remember, this is just silly fun so go wild!]

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The various Snagems suddenly wake up and find themselves on some sort of train. It seems to be a luxurious liner tended by strange little mushroom men, their 'caps' resembling Pokeballs like a Foongus, save for the polka dots on them, but they obviously weren't Foongus, were they hybrids? Who knew.

Each of the Snagems would find themselves in their own cabin with the curtains to their window pulled back to reveal the train was somehow flying through the air. The land below seemed to be a desolate land, devoid of vegetation but filled with horrible creatures. They weren't so far up that they couldn't see what seemed to be a greenish brown and very scaly Nidorino launching a wad of what seemed to be acid at what seemed to be a purple no-eyed Carnivine planted into the ground which would periodically lung at the Nidorino. What strange creatures.

There was a newspaper in the cabins, each turned to the obituaries. The Snagems would find themselves there, having apparently died in a most freakish accident back home...wherever home is. Speaking of, where are they now? The train seemed incredibly quiet, save for the little Foongus men prancing around happily, go about their work. Maybe they should see if there was anyone more normal around?

The man staring out the window was filled with equal parts sadness and anger. Sadness for his world, now gone forever. Dumai's Wells had gone...poorly. The Dragon; one moment standing before him, the next erased from reality. The rest of the world had promptly followed, as the Dark One burst free of his prison before reaching out to unmake the world. The paper behind him listed him as deceased, although in truth he was probably the only one who still lived. Rescued by a hermit, visited by neither sun nor soul in millennia; Isaac had been miraculously saved by this man, desperate to save the only friend he had known for ages. "Thank you, Vulkan," Isaac whispered, as he remembered the old man's sacrifice.

Anger was next. No, not anger, Rage. His world, his home, his friends, all of them not just Vulkan, gone. Dead. Consumed by the shadow. His hands clenched as his rage boiled ever hotter. "Shai'tan will burn," he ground out through clenched teeth, "By the Light and my hope of salvation and rebirth, I shall see the shadow Burn!"

Forcing down his anger, he checked his equipment. The six hollowed apricots still rested in their belt pouches. Alchemical ingredients occupied most of the other pouches and pockets on his person, although a few tinctures dangled from leather cords tied to his belt. Finally, several smaller vials were strapped securely to his leather belt. He forwent checking on his ability to channel, he was still too angry to find the Void and seizing the source would have been all but impossible. Besides, best to keep secret weapons secret. Finally, he pulled on his tailored coat of finely embroidered silk, a gift from the late Dragon, Isaac turned sharply as he marched over to the door and sharply yanked it open.

Kaya awakened to find himself in some sort of vehicle, a train from the sound of it. Oh Gods! A train?! It had to be a vehicle, didn't it? His stomach turned as the wizard attempted to crawl to the window and look out. "Where's....Magnolia?" He'd manage to burp out, barely holding onto his lunch. Curse this motion sickness and the rising love of vehicles around the world. The last thing he recalled was living in a world of magic provided by the artifacts that gave Wizards their powers. His specialty, light, was provided by the angel pendant on his necklace and powered by the presence of his friend and ally, Serena. She was one of the few creatures in all of the world to use magic freely and had rescued him when..... The Dragon had attacked. Not one person in all the world had witnessed the presence of a Dragon in more years than anyone could count and yet one had appeared above Magnolia and now he was here. Without Serena, it looked like. What was he to do if he had to fight?

With such thoughts in his mind, he tried to find a way off this accursed train. He needed to figure out where Serena was, after all. He just couldn't believe he'd be killed by that Dragon and not be here with Serena. She was right beside him when it happened after all.

Rifts in Time and space explode meddlers from every multiverse one happened to throw out something quite extreme.

A Giant tyrantrum MECH lands in the Trains storage; metal alloy, giant hydrolic legs, Razor like teethe, arm mounted laser and plasma cannon mounted on the back, all standing at a whopping thirty feet. The giant white and green mechanical beast would look around at the others with a hungry ferocity. The visor that makes up its eyes would flash purple before a loud noise of steam brakes out. The cranium shoots up like a lid to a jar as a recognizable girl with silver hair leans over top. The MECH would kneel letting her step off the head.

Clara looking thin and tight in a neck to toe in spandex, covered in gadgetry and ports for her 'ship'. She would lean on her hip looking at the others, "So who teleported me and my PokeZoid? We where in the middle of a battle, so one of you yanks gotta help me fix er' up."Clara looking over at the foongus men.

Seeing none react to what she said she simply plooped on a few crates finding a newspaper. 'TOP contendant killed in freak implosion from own Pokezoids canon. "Wait where dead!?!"

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Off on the other side of the room another explosion of magic would poof in.... Kain? A grey awkward looking... no not human, umm screw trying to figure out what he is, umm lets just say troll. Atop his head are four straight pointing horns which have a odd resemblance to candy corn. On his shirt the symbol of Giratina (the one our Kain always wheres on his Cravats) is in a deep pink shade.

"What in the actual ********? Can someone use there inexcusable existence and help me figure out where I am? Helloooo? Somebody have a think pan? Anyone? Any takers?" The sour and sarcastic troll would shrug to the side while brushing the hair over his shoulder, presenting gills and fin like ears. "Hey where is everyone?" Kain would say looking at the empty cart. Finding the newspaper left in the room, the sea troll would read aloud. "Future Prince totaled by low blood revolution... huh. Well cool. Dream bubbles are filled with unlimited fun! Ill just picture and Ice cream cone!"

Nothing happens... shocker.

Aile would bring her pistol up when Isaac had emerged from his room suddenly, the smuggler not expecting anyone so soon. "Who-" Her words would catch for a moment as she took in what the man was wearing, slowly lowering her pistol somewhat. "Who are you, and why do you look a mix between an Alderaani Noble and an Outer Rim doctor? You a House Thul exile?" The pistol would be lowered even further when the creature showed up. "Um... What ARE you... things? I have never seen anything like you in my life. And where are we going?" The woman would roll her shoulders around as she heard Reno now show up, right hand leaving her pistol to rest on her small shotgun resting on her thigh. Too many people showing up for her liking, and in too small a space. Even if she had used her stealth generator, there wouldn't be much room to maneuver. She pressed down on the grip of her shotgun to resist the urge to adjust her black jacket. Just too many people.

Some kind of Darts ignites a match on the side of the train to light a cigarette dangling lightly from the front lip of his mouth, puffing on it a couple of times to get the cherry to stay lit before he exhales a stream of smoke, keeping the lit stick dangling from the side of his lip as he takes a slow look around at the countryside.

Instead of his traditional long black coat, he had a much shorter brown jacket leather jacket around his shoulders, fur for warmth lining the insides of it, tufts here and there peeking out around the collar. The back was covered with an illustration of a blood-red hog's face - emblazoned proudly to cover the entirety of his shoulder blades and zipped up tight with a metal zipper. A brown helmet with a pair of flight goggles strapped to the top of it adorned the crown of his head, though his 'trademark' black pants were still in tact thank goodness. He wasn't much interested in anything involving... this.

"At least they left a man his cigarettes." he mutters to himself quietly as he takes another drag off of it. This wasn't the Adriatic, that was for certain, and this wasn't a stream of planes in the sky like his old captain had talked about neither. Seeing as death was out of the picture that meant, almost for certain, there wasn't no money to be made here neither.

"F-F-Florin?" Kaya groaned as he crawled off of the train at last. He'd end up laying there quietly for a few minutes before finally climbing to his feet again, looking much more prepared to take on the challenges that lay ahead.

"So what's this about a princess and a Death Mountain?" He asked after a moment of looking around and finally noticing the other people here. "And who are all of you? Where's the rest of Fairy Tail?"