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PEFE

Chaos: -As the core rolls near it, it reflexively slices it in two and is sent hurtling back by the explosion-

-As the smoke clears, its form has reshaped to be Jacob-

-he's clutching at his chest and his eyes are wide, several veins prominent as his gaze is beyond intense in whatever he's focusing on- "RUN. I c-can't-"

-Jacob's face shudders, and then peels back, each of the skin flaps dripping with black tar, and just an endless black portal underneath- ﴾S̟͍̲̘͟T̰̰͍̙̊ͮͅͅO̻̼̼̩̥̪͆̾̎P̵̝̂͒ͬ̇̔ͮ́ ̫̫R̘̦͌̆̐͠E͓͑̈́̇̓ͬ͘S͍̥͍̲͈͗̌̓̔̄̉I̮̫̪̤͉͓͛̆̆̀̓ͫS̷̙̼T̉͗̋̑̽̒I̟͕͖͔͇̺̣̍ͫ̀́̈́͆ͭ͢N̜̮̩͚̼̟͇G̴̟̬̥͔̦̜̿̃̽̃̓͐ͅ!̻̯̣͊́̊͊ ̹̝̻̹ͦͬ̒ͤ̚Y̻̏ͪ̉̉̂Ǫ͎͙̼̓́ͩ̆͂̐̚Ụ̳̭̮͎͋͝'͍̟̜̠̔̎ͦͫ̓̒̀RE̴̞̯̰̭̣͈ͥͬ ͔̥̗̤̫̣̜N̥͓̦͈̯͈̬̆Ô̥̝͙̭̹̹̦ͧ̒̏̈́̕T̸̫ͣ̐͋ͬ ͕̍Ė̫͇̗̓̏ͪV̢͈͆ͪ̓ͤ̉̌Ḛ̻̺̰͈ͯ͛ͦ͝Ṋͥͨͪ͟ ̅͑͟S̸̻ͮU̳̝͕̺̥̱̅̄̆ͣ͌͢ͅP͚̮̼͉̬͊P̪̩̤̰͖ͪͧ̒̉Ó͎͔͇̺̮͍̏͌ͅS̹̟̊̇͂̓ͪ̃͝E̞̦͓̣͎̗̠̐ͤ̊ͫ̌̊͊D̿ͧ̒̈ͧ̍̓҉ ̧ͩͮ̎̈́͐T̛̯̭̖̠͕̖̏͆̆̍O̜̞̬ ͍͇̞̰̲͈̜̉͆̓ͧ́F́͑̈̏̓̌҉̞̠̘̪̘U̧͍̫̜̦͓ͧ̈͑̓Ņ̘̜̣̳͇̇ͮ͐͗ͨC͚͍̟̬̪̍̚͡T̞̻͒Ï̙̮̱͐̅͊̈ͫ͝O҉͓͔̬̠N̟͉̞̞̘͎̊͂̑ͅ ̸̫͍̤̱̺̂̂A̱͐̆ͦ̀N͊ͨ̉̏̄̂̀̚Y̗̍̂̚ ̯̰̤̻̹̙͑͌ͤM͛҉̼͚͙̜͚̥Ô͙͚ͧ̋R͏̲͚̪͚E̖͈̎̇,̘͉̭̼͇͔͎ ͈͇̍̎ͭH̭̫̜̜͉ͩ̂͗O̡̮W͛̎̾̏ͫ̇ ̸͇͎̳̜̖̜̍̉͂ͤͩ͊̈Aͦ̀ȐE͏̰̦̣͍̮̝̝ ͚̲̭̳͎̾̋͂ͬY̞̹͌Ö̔͊U͎̫̦̍̑̄ͦ̍͌ ͈͓͗͛̽̏̌̚͟ͅS̷̘̙̦̈́̾͑̅̏̇̚Ṫ̥̞̠͂I̶͔L̥̟̻̫̯ͫ̈́́̇͋ͮ̏͘ͅL͕̠͈̞̯̱͋͠ ̶̰̝̬̑̈́̋̌ͬ̋̍C̲͂ͧͪ̍͋Ö͎͈̗̫͐͆̊͢G̴͔̳̗̥͙̗̗̿̀N̡̆ͩͣI̗͖͎ͪ̐ͪ̾̌̋ͅZ̧̮̮͓̦̻͇̽̆̀A̜̎͆ͮͩ̏N͙͊̆͆̅T̰͚ ͙͉͍̪̥͎ͥ͠E̶N͓̺̞Ő̸̖͖͉̻̻̀͑̃ͅU̖͓͉̲ͮ̿Ģ̭̮̣̣̗̑H͂̌̀ͧ͋ͤ̂͟ ̼̱̬́̉ͩ̂̄T̫̳̖͚̣͇̄̉O̘͍͈̱̞ͅ ͙̳͉ͪḞ̰͎̫͇̞̟̖ͦ̃̄ͤ͐͜I͏͖̺̪̰̟G͂̊ͥ̄H͏̥̱͚̗̯̮ͅT̗̝̑̇̾̄̕ ̭̟̇͛ͬ͞B͔ͭͣͬ̿ͧ̔̈́A͇̬̣͓̬ͥC̱͇̝̦̣͊̌Kͬ͏﴿

-The writing face peels shudder and come back together- "I won't let you hurt her"

﴾I̫͔̦̠͈̬̻ͥͣ͗̾͜ ͋ͧ̍̇ͥ̾W͓̳̜̯͆̿ͬ̂̚I͋̉̍̇ͧ͏̝L҉͙͎̗̪L̸̮͈͈͋͂͂͑͐ͅ ̷M̧͓̜̐Ă͍̟̺̥̺̔ͫK̷̮̦̃̀ͪ̃ͯ̐E͡ ̘̞̺͓͍̠̦ͬͤ̂̓Y͕̪͔̗̩̦̓̊Ȯ̟͇͚̭̈̉U̾̍ͭ͑ͪͥ͏͈̘͖̬̘̳ ̭̤̙̭͖́ͅW̮̝̺ͥ̎ͥ͆ͩ̅̂A̠͎̙̼̍͑̆̾̔͜T̓̓͒̀͘C̸̹̠̼ͅH̦͖ͤ͑̓ ̥̹̓Ă̹̝ͨ͗S͙̟͎͖̤̃ͩͫ̂̾͆̽ ͇͍̞̙͓̰͕̓͋͋ͫỸ̨̟͉̠̽́ͯͫO̙̔̍̈͟Ṳ̩͒ͥͭ̅͢R̲̙̜̂ͨͯ͐͡ͅ ̤̪̩̳Ḩ̯͇̺̀͗̐͌͒Aͯ͜N͕̻̹̞͊̇̅͌͛D̳̳̗̠̖̫̼ͬ̄͑͠Sͩͮ̍͂̀ͭ ͙̺̜̳̝̀̆̐ͪ̚T̼̞͓̰̠̤͐͊ͭͩ͒͢E͔̯̺̣̽ͅA͓̩̲̰̾͗̋ͥ͝Ṟ͙͓̞͓͈̔ͫ̓ͨ͂͠ ͍̘̄͒́T̤̗̲͇̥̪͓ͥ̈́̔̌̀̄H̰̗̺͆̈́Ē̠̘̻̮̦̎ ̶̼̱̫̂F̛͔̺͇͕ͩ̃L̼̲͍͙̙̜̞̎E͇̗̥̪͉̬̖Sͫ̂̄Ḫ̰͉͖ͧ̕ ̸͋ͬ̃͆̅F͙̤̙͇̼̤̃̌͒R̭Oͪ̈̀̍ͣM̜͋͋ͩ̀͆̓͌ ̬͚̩ͬ͗̕H̆͊̾É̢͐͌̒̔Ṟ̱̽̓́͒̓͌ͅ ̤͍ͧB̌̓̆̓͘Ơ̜͈͆̇̅N̫̝͉̮̓̑͊Ë̫̹̯̬͓́̐S̗ͬͪͪ,̟͛ͩͯ̔́ͅ ̡ͭS͎̰̘͍̓ͪͅN̟̙̞͓̤͚̒ͥ͛ͩ̊A̺̯̱̲͞P̑͏͔ ̮̘̲̜̪͚̬H͙͙͇ͨEͯͥ̏ͩͤͯR̡͔̮̯͈͈̲ͅ ̻̳̥ͮͭ̀F̞̘̟̳ͤ̎ͦͬ̓̍̎E̫̤̯M̴̯̗͚̯̉͂̂̐U̙͎͈͕̻͉͔͌̓͌̓ͤͩ̆Ṟ̤̻̈́ͪ̐S̰̤̱̼̞͍ͬ̔̾̾̔̆̐͠ ͈̯̲͓͎̼͉̈̄̍̄̄̍̋͡Â̢̬̘̊͌̚N̟͙̟̙̅̄D̴̺̮̉ͯ͌̒ ̛͖̞̝̠̆̏̉̉͌E̠̰͈͓̳ͫ̈͋A̢͋̑̽̋T͖̰͓̹͎ͬͣ͐͘ ̖̻T̳͓̤ͧ̉͋̚Ĥ̠̹̱̪̦̻̝ͧ̐͛͑ͩË̷̟̪́ͭͨ̚ ̸͍͙̬̳̘M̴̥͎̖̭̓ͬ̽̾̾̚A͕̮̗̩̜͋ͫͩͫ͗̒͘R̜̣̳̳̫͚ͭR̫̘̭̂ͩ́͌̓ͪ͜O͐W̨͐ͥͤ͑ ﴿

-After this, its body writhes and one of Jacob's arms extends to about 15 meters long, Unigma scythes popping out of it like thorns on a rose, and it flails it wildly at Every-

Channah: -stretches her arms and sounds more like her normal bored self- Well. I don't care anymore, so it's not an issue. I just thought, since you were letting me hang out with you. But Bodee died a little while after that was taken, lung infection or something common to Raticates. The others got - long story - stolen, we think Team Rocket. Garrett - my brother - searched around, but that was a bust, and eventually I told him to quit 'cause he was getting sick of it. So uh, yeah. -drily- Fun stuff. If you want tomorrow, we could hang out in town or something.

Jacob. Sorry.

-PEFE modules are made to withstand a lot. But having the floors melted and then concussed? No, not really-

-the blast shatters most of the heat beams, leaving the only threat in the room Chaos. Furthermore, there's a hole left in the floor-

-which is a bit like saying that the only danger of a fall is the ground, but-

PEFE!Every: Jacob. Remind. Modules. Cameras.

-her voice is weak, and speaking involves a lot of blood, but nonetheless the words are coming-

Hey, Chaos. If you are Unigma right now, read my mind and tell me; do you think these modules aren't watched?

-and she's grinning, widely enough to match Echo-

PEFE!Every: Run.

-with some reasonable amount of strength, she flings herself out from cover. The Enigma Blender approaches, and connects-

-there's an unpleasant sound. A couple holes are made in the labcoat, and in PEFE!Every-

-but on the other hand, she did just knock herself into the hole in the module floor-

-bye-

Gabrielle: "Some shore leave is nice, is it not?"

Michael: <It's great. I'm glad to get off that airship for something not related to work.>

Aurora: <Home. It's nice, ain't it?>

Michael: <When Flare's not using it to kill things.>

-He looks towards the crater.-

Zelel: <An unfortunate event.>

Serena: <Was that an emotion I heard?>

Zelel: <I have ethics. Genocide is not ethical. Defacing a town is not ethical. Thus, it is unfortunate.>

Serena: <Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. So we doing anything here, Gabby?>

Gabrielle: "I just wished to see it while we were in Kalos."

-Suddenly Zelel stops, his eyes flickering.-

Zelel: <There is a temporal anomaly in the vicinity.>

Aurora: <Could ya say that again but in Monese?>

Zelel: <A wormhole just opened up nearby.>

Michael: <Great. Just great.>

-Gabrielle sighs.-

Gabrielle: <I suppose we should investigate. Where, Zelel?>

Zelel: <South. Route 10.>

-A Honedge falls from a crack in the sky and embeds itself into the ground, unconcious.-

"Likewise Echo," Silas responded, a smirk on his face.

"So, to get to business, Bishop if you would."

Bishop walked forward, the body slumped over as a Porygon flew out, "This body of mine contains the Team Iron files, do you have any storage devices to hold them?"

Yangova Airport

All of Talbain’s mons returned to close proximity, Pyukumuku riding on Julius’ back. Talbain removed his scarf and nodded to the team, all of them noticing Colt’s two outstretched fingers.

Colt mouthed 3, 2, 1, and they all spoke.

<“SPILL IT,”> they demanded, Pyukumuku slamming her hand on Julius’ back and Sylveon being just loud enough to not be using Hyper Voice. “Also, where’s Zoroark?” Colt added.

PEFE

Chaos: -Its arms bubble and bulge into large masses of basically 100% muscle that grip the ground as it roars-

"I̶̺̩̗͙͚̤̼̭̠̤̮̳͕͍̘̺ͥͧ̋̀ͬ̂͌͋͛̆̄͊̾͜ ̢̹̘̺̩͓̬͕͎̰̜̬̍ͩ͐̈́ͪ͗̒ͨ́̌̐̿͛ͥ̚͝W̖̯̤̯͓̙̜̤̰̩͚̞̫͇̝͕̮ͫͤ̍̉ͫ̈ͬ̍̽́̕͠I͎͓̹̰̜̱̝̖͔̟̜͙̪͖̪̲̺̣̎ͤͥͧ̾ͭͩͨ̒ͥͥ̀̚̕͡L̸̢̥̭̝̰̟̬͈̮̻̄̾ͮ͛̆̈ͨ̒̀̕L̋ͭ̓ͧ̿͛͆ͣͭͧ͌̉͏̜̺̝̼͙̹͇̳̥̰͕̭͇͡ ̧͍̬̗̤͓͑ͦ̈́͒͊ͭ̃̇̓͊͛̀̚F̷̸̛̪͕̰̻̟̠͖̤͔͇͖̪̖̜͌̊̉̾͒ͭͧ̀ͅͅI̵̢̬͎̮̤͚̱͚̲̤̪͉̠̼̬̦̥͖̬̐ͯ̌ͪͥ̉̈́ͭͤ̿́͟N̷̦̗̦̘̘̝͕͈̠̭͍̠͎̣̯̪̍̓͂̀̚D̎ͮͬͭͥ͏̱͇̻͍̯͔͍̟̭͚̘̭͟͢͡ ̷̨̞͖̟̅̀͌̋͌̓̏͌̋̒̃̐̉̏ͪ̑ͭ͒́͡Yͬ̓̄̚͢͏̳͈̺̠̟̞͉̥̮̬̣̮̮͉̼̩Õ̧ͩ̐̿ͥ̇͆͂̋͗̓̇͒̾͋͐̈̚҉̩̳̠̩̺̬̖̳U̷̸̱͈̗̹̾̀ͤ̌̍ͩ̓̊̆̅"

"Ỉ̵̛͙͍͙̻͚̱̞̏̄̊̊͐ͦ̈́͒͝ ̽͗͌͋̏̊͌̃҉̹̙̪̰̘̰͙̣̮̤͜͢͢Ẇ̷̧̥̝͈̲ͯ̓̄͟͢͡Iͤ̄̍͑̄̃̏҉̷̯͙̹̲̹̤̲̝͇̩͉͙̖͕̠̯̟̪̲͘͞Ļ̛̭̳̰̲̤͚̲̹̗̠̰͍͇͓̮͚͍̒̈́ͨ̽͂ͥ̓̊̅ͭͥ̂̚L͔̙̩̟͈͚̪̼͎͔̑ͣͧ̉ͯͭ͌̋ͩ͟ ̷̢̡̟̝̠̪̰͙͖͚̤̻̦̥̫̺̗̦̳̾͂ͨ͂ͦͣ̑ͧ͒ͤ͑ͤͥT̠̤ͨ̅͊̓͗ͦ͛ͣ̏͑́ͫ̃̓̿̂̃̀̀͢ͅͅͅE̡͉̼̮̰̮̫̗͖̰̠̎ͬ́ͤ͌ͬͪA̧̛͕̥̼͉̲͎̯̗̹̘̳̘̜̼̦͔̖̪͌̐ͪ͂̾ͅȒ͌͒ͨͨͮ̊̍ͬ͢͏̬̤̠̯̩͍̭̹̮͖̮͚̟̰̳̼̘͈ͅ ̷̯̮͕̭̤̲̖̗̗͍͕͚͍̏̏ͭͮͥ̿͛͂̈́̋ͪ͐̓͝J̸̧̤̞͔̤̼̟̦̫͉̅̍̎̃ͯ̇̓̍ͩ͂͗͊̓̿͊͡͞ͅͅAͣ͑͑ͧ̚҉̜̳̘̲̗̯̜̲͈͇͖͓̤͕̠͖̣͜ͅC̶̵̠̭̤̙̫̩̳̮̑̎̑̾͒̾̐ͯͬ̈́͑͗̃ͦ̍ͬͨ͜͢͟ͅǪ̶̸̛̲̭̮̦̳̥̿̓̑̌̃̓͗̎ͫͨ͊ͬ͌B̫̲̮̙̲̳͎͖̠̠̦̥̮͂̎ͧͪͧ̄ͯͮ̇͌ͮͥ̊̐̇͜͞'͑̓ͣ̿͒͆̑ͫͬ҉̷̨̱̗͖̜̝̯̬͕̳̗͎̱͖͍͖̦͚͍͡Ṣ̷̨̰͕̫̱̓̐͑̍ͤ̋̾̋͗́ ̺̣͕̙̜͙͇̗͈̬͎ͨͭ̏́͂ͫͬ͠͠B̷̜̥̥̙̤͎͈͓͕̅͋̿̃̍̋̐̅̀O̢̩̭͕̥̭̯͎̗͖͙̝̊̃̊͗̓ͧ͛̐̀̆́͘͘D̙̺̞̦͎̬̤̤͍̹̰̪ͮ̎ͩ͌̈́̆͛̀̉̆ͩ͗̿ͫ̍̈́̊͠͡Y̨̩̫̗͓̼̣̙̯̘̭ͭ̏͑ͨͬͫͦͥͨͨ͋̀ͫ͌͌ͯ̈̒͝ͅ ̨̡̗̣͖̣̳̗̻̱̑ͭ̈́̍̂ͬ͂ͣͫ͐ͩ̉͛T̶̶ͬ͛ͥ́̑ͭ̚͘͏̥͍̟͇̜̬̥O̵̡̢̦͇̦̦͈̺̗̳͕̖̤̼̬̺͊ͭ͒̽̏̐̆ͩ͑̕ ͆͗̂̒̏̆̇̎͏҉͖̞͎͚ͅP̛̞͕̼̩̩͔͓̯̏̓͌ͮ̽̂̈́̑̈͒͊̑ͫ̂̒͛̎̓́͝I͙̥̹̬̯͍̦̘̾ͮ͂̋̀́ͦ̉̌͗͐ͭͮ̂ͤ́̚Ę͔̯̟͇͇̦̱ͨ̑̑ͣ̎͒͂͆ͧ̚̚͝ͅC̷͍̜̥̟͔̬̠̫̠͓͉̞̪̱̊ͩͩͣ̽͐̆͑͊ͭͮ̊͐̉ͭ͗̚͢͢͝͠Ȩ̶̵̢̣̼͍͓ͮ͛͛̎͑ͤ̚S̡͇̤͎̳̘̭̠̬̭̟̅̆̏͆ͣ̍ͥ̈̀ͅ ̡͒͂͑ͯͯ͒̉̑ͫ̌̇͊̓̿̿҉̙͈͕͕͇͚͚̥͎̦͜͝ͅI̵̛͈͍̝̪̿́͆̾̏̎̍̄̓̑͛̊͐͋̔ͯ̈́̒͑̀F̵̸̂ͮ͌̽͂͂̋ͪ̂͊ͭͫ̉ͮ̀҉̖̭̙͈͙͙̤ ͉̺̳̣͙̤͖͍̗͚͔̦̲̤͑̐̉ͣͦͪ͌̒̀̀͘I̘̼͇͔͎̠̟͙͉̓͌̐̽ͨ̽̐́̓ͫ̍̏̃̓̀̚͜ͅ ̐̆̾̎̂̈́͏̢̼͙͓͉̲̳͔̮̝͞Ṋ̛̥̥͉̳̙̹̩̤̦͙͍̻̭̩͍͕͔̑͗ͫ͊̌ͦ̋̾͘͜͠͝ͅĘ̡̳̪̟̬͍̪̼̼̳͐ͭ̎ͦͯ͗̉ͬ̈͐̈́̈ͫͦ̾ͧ̓̚Ẽ̶̱̥͚̼̪͔̗͈̰̖͎̹͙͙̻̔̿̊̉͂͛̓͋ͧ̎ͦͨ̿̉̐̔͊̕D̐͒̎̄͂̍̋ͤ̐̏̊̇͑ͬ̒̚͞҉̵͖̥̥̙̗̳͓͎̠̯͈͚̱̭͝ ̛̪͉̳̳̭͗̏̽̽ͯ͊̿̉̒̀̀̌̌̚͞T̡̤̖̦̖̹͖̭͕̯̤̤̗̭̝̣͓̯͇̼ͧ͗̄ͧͪ͂̎ͭ͒̍͌̂́͊̑̈́̆͗̊͠O̴̵̶̸̰͔̬͖̟̼̟̝̺̹͎͗̂ͧ̑̾̀͆̿͛̎ͅ ̦͓͖̩̩͙̣͖͎̩̃̃ͥ̊̂̀͟͡L̢̛̫̥̰̗̺̙̗̺̙̲̦̦̜̮̭̲̜ͧ̉̇ͦ̆͂̐̂ͦ͛̎̿ͣͨ̎̇U̷̷͉͉̭̼̦͖̗̝͚͚̖͐̇ͨ̇ͤͥͪ̚͜͠Rͤ͐ͥͫ͛ͤ͒̆̃̎͊̍̈͘͏̸̧̰̼̱̟͎E̢̦͓̣̖̼̭͓̮̰͇̮͓̯͈͈̻̥̾͗ͮͤ͂͑̉̓͑̀̕ͅ ̸̶͈̳̝̞ͣ̓̾͆ͣͨͮ̏́̃͒ͫͥ̏̅́ͪͅY̸͙͎̘̯͔̰̭̫͉̦͕͈̽̋̓̉̃͗̽ͦ̓̉̂̂́̚̚͟ͅȮ̢͙̯͈͈̗ͦ͒ͬ̓̂ͦ̅ͯ̕ͅU̡̨̟̱̥͌͆̾̄̎̈́̾̾̅̅ͭ́̕͢ͅ ̛̛̯̜̫̪̳̖̟͕̪͓͔̳̼̻͚̜̋̄ͯ̊̿̿͋̏̀͠O̸̸̙͚̭͙͎̟̼̮̺̞̫̍̈ͣͦ̋̈́̇ͫ̄ͮ̔̓͒̓̊̊͒̉͠Û̧̞̪͚̺̗͉̪͎̩͕̬͍͉̞̲̹͙̇̉͝͝ͅT̶̴̢͕̲̬̘̗̠̦̟ͤ͆̿ͩ͊ͦ͌̔̏̓͐̋̈̅̉ͦ́̚͞"

"I̡̛͙̣̹̮̘̹̣̯̥͍͙̲͖̙̩̰̩̮ͫ̂̐͑ͧ̄͑ͧ̇̋̈ͬ̚̚̚ ̷̵̟̼̜̩̜̰̟̱̪͕̩̪͕̺̠͒̓̑ͪͣ̾̔͐̀ͅW̴̡̮͈̲̱̠̠̦̙̼̟̥̘̤̹̊ͫ͆ͫ͌̆͆I̪̼̥͈̱̣̖͙͔̝̼ͩͤ̐̉̃͊̽͂̿̚͝L̸̤̗̘̣̱͚̖͈͓̙͍̬̲̞̬ͨ̒̉̀̀̄ͦͪ̄͞L̡̧͚̯͖̩̺͇͔͊ͪ̈́̈́ͩ͐̿̽͐ͯ͠ ͤͪͪ̀̏ͩ͏̡̥̜̖̪̳͓͉͕͓̪̹̮̥͍͞ͅȨ͇͓̩̫̖̬̥̘̪͖͇̮̜̟̳̌̌̏̆ͮ͟͞Ń̸̢̼̰͙̹̭͚̗̝̯͕̣̖͖̼͕̊̋̿ͫͫͣ͜D̷̴ͭͣͥ̽̐͑̅̽ͣ͆̾ͨ̋̅͊̎̐ͦ͝͏҉̜̮̜ ̢̯͕̰͈̲͚͉̬̲̣̜͓͉̋͂͌̃́̀͟͢Y̷̢̨̮̻̜̲͔͈͍̗̝ͫͩ̀̓ͦ̑͌͋͐ͧ͂̄ͫ͗͝Ȏ̞͓͕̰͓̹̻̩̘͇̱̗͉̹͓̲͎ͨ̎͊̉̊ͩͧ̑̀͞U̢ͫͩͩ͗̅͆ͪ̀̚͏͏̛͖͖̞̝̹͇̲ͅͅ"

-After a few moments of silence, it roars again, the entire room cracking and shaking at it's bellow, and Regina? dissolves into the Chaos tar, and is drank into Chaos' body-

"..."

-It's body shudders, before resuming it's typical Jacob form, and looks around-

-And then just teleports itself back to Unova-

 Channah's House 

I think you care a lot more than you want to express outwardly, but...

-To Channah-

Rocket, huh? Those guys... Well, if we run ever into them... we'll get them back, that I promise you.

...

...

...

Hug?

Channah: 0_- Ehh, thanks but, I'm good. -picks up the photo and stuffs it in her pocket- Feel free to chill out here a while longer if you want, though. Doesn't matter.

-To Channah-

Well I... think I'll stay here. Beats going to the Center.

-the only danger of a fall is the ground-

-obviously this means that if you never touch the ground, you are perfectly safe-

-no it doesn't, that's stupid-

-hitting anything hard enough will kill you. Hell, a Teleport quite likely conserves enough momentum that in PEFE!Every's current state, that will kill her too-

-there are other options-

Fetch: <This is a pickle you've gotten yourself into, isn't it?>

-she wraps her tendrils around PEFE!Every, allowing herself to be tugged down as well-

-and they simply phase through the next module below as Fetch begins to slow-

-and the next-

-and she gently lays PEFE!Every down on the third-

PEFE!Every: ...Ow.

Fetch: <Your complaint is noted, but more immediate problems exist.>

-she grabs Rotary's ball, and sends the Claydol out-

Fetch: <Guess what you need to do?>

-Rotary glances at PEFE!Every, who currently looks like she went a couple rounds with an avalanche-

Rotary: <Seriously? That's twice in under a month.>

Fetch: <Do I strike you as the arbiter of our trainer's poor decisions?>

-Rotary rolls their eyes. This is quite a gesture given that they're a Claydol-

Fetch: <You will be alright, I think.>

Megan: Um, hello!

Thespi: <Ooh, mystery informant person~ Is she one of the higher-ups?>

Ceal: -to Thespi- <Kn-knock it off, we shouldn't bother her...>

-despite himself, he looks curiously at Echo-

-having your entire body restructured gives you some time to think-

-normally one might wonder how they reached the point where they needed to have their entire body restructured-

-PEFE!Every got that out of the way quickly and is working on bigger issues-

I was right. My powers of observation are undimmed. I am also...unequipped to engage a Shard. As demonstrated. Emphatically.

Oh hey I think my lung is back.

Need to determine best avenue for dissemination. My word against his, he wins. Maybe Ever, Psyche, or Dr. Tagg would back me, but they'd be alone. I couldn't do that to him. I need evidence. First step, obviously, get access to PEFE footage before Ja— before Chaos can.

...Jacob. Oh Arceus, what have I done to him? Chaos's wording suggested he was retrievable. Again, doubtful that it was lying...that is Jacob, not a doppleganger or other creature. But he's been placed in the situation, and it was my fault.

Can't focus on that now. Solutions. Employ Dr. Tagg's friends, obviously. Perhaps...no. Not acceptable. Not again.

Sidenote, reacquire anti-Tragedy weapon. Was exposed to Chaos during formative stages, highly compromised. Incinerate ideally.

Create measures to limit Chaos's access to memories. Unconscious bodies? Robots? Issues of presence, not of thought. Will revisit later. Presumably Chaos can be defeated by sufficient application of force. Not my area.

...What about Jacob, though? Is he retrievable? If Chaos uses him as a bargaining chip...

Emotions make everything complicated.

Especially when it really is your fault.

There are many, many active modules in PEFE.

There are even more cameras.

And that's without counting the cameras installed by the mole.

Usually, these feeds are logged into the archives, not actively watched. There is a lot going on across the facility, and most of it is nothing, after all.

That said, different filters attempt to automatically detect events of interest. Motion in hallways without adjacent motion to telegraph it. Bright lights in the explosive storage. The same person in two locations at once. Setting specific filters for personal interests is... unprofessional and might result in a stern talking-to during an audit.

Of course, if you are a mole with the facilities to hide your filters from the audit system, it is possible to be rather less professional. And large motions in Every's self-declared fiefdom of the facility is almost always entertaining to observe. Sometimes concerning. Frequently both.

Tonight... well, that was definitely concerning. Not very entertaining. Ironic, the mole thought, that such non-fun events would go and present ready applications for the math field known as Game Theory.

The Glitch had made a threat if its existence were revealed. Cooperating and keeping mum would be a counter-strategy for Every, but one that surely she could forsee would merely delay an inevitable confrontation. The optimal strategy would be to force the battle with maximum participants at the soonest convenience.

The mole could easily precipitate that with an anonymous leak. There was only one problem.

Spreading news about Glitches was not in this mole's interests.

And yet, standing by and doing nothing would certainly gnaw at their conscience, impeding their mission.

Sigh.

Some probing would be safe enough. A little tweaking of the job lists, maybe nobody would think to investigate the "computer error".

Polly: -knocks at the module door- Anybody in there? I got an emergency notice for cleaning duty. Which is odd, since I never clean down here and it looks like it was hit fairly recently.

-the module door is opened by PEFE!Every-

-she's looked better, and is being supported by Rotary-

PEFE!Every: ...Nothing needs cleaning. Who are you?

Fuck, if I'm wrong about its abilities...

Celadon Pokemon Center

-Echo's smile turns to a smirk.-

Echo: Oh, of course I do. That said, until we transfer the data, I'm going to have to request that you remain in the android body, because I think a former supervillain carrying what looks like an unconscious person probably will raise a few eyebrows, and I lack the perception filter necessary to make it not a concern.

... .... —- —- - —..— / ... .... . / -.. —- . ... -. .——. - / -.- -. —- .— / .. / -.- -. —- .— .-.-.- / ... .... . / ..-. .. -. -.. ... / - .... . / —. .-.. .. - -.-. .... .——. ... / - .... .-. . .- - / -.-. .-. . -.. .. -... .-.. . .-.-.- / —- -.- —..— / .- -.-. - / -. .- - ..- .-. .- .-.. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- ^* Shoot, she doesn't know I know. She finds the Glitch's threat credible. OK, act natural...

Polly: Well, normally I am Tangent's assistant. Acting headmaster, a lot lately.

-She peers into the room-

Hmm. I suppose you're right. Can you think of anything that would have triggered the cleaning alarm? Errant power surge, maybe?

...I mean, I'm not judging here, but you do have a reputation for deathtraps.

edited 11th Jan '18 10:56:24 PM by Tangent128

No, not Chaos. No meaningful witnesses, no defense mechanisms, I can barely stand. If this were Chaos I would be dead.

Meaning...

-her cheeks tinge with just a little color. She doesn't really have a lot of blood to spare-

PEFE!Every: Please excuse my not rising. I was severely injured recently and am in the process of recovery.

Not one of my traps. A Glitch. Inhabiting the body of a friend of mine, it attacked me upon discovery.

—- -.- —..— / .. / ..- -. -.. . .-. . ... - .. — .- - . -.. / .... . .-. / ... - .-. .- - . —. -.— .-.-.- / ... .... . / .— —- -. .——. - / -.— .. . .-.. -.. / - —- / -... .-.. .- -.-. -.- — .- .. .-.. —..— / —. . -. . .-. .- .-.. .-.. -.— / —. —- —- -.. .-.-.- / .. ..-. / - .... . / .-.. .. -.. / .. ... / -... .-.. —- .— -. / - .... —- ..- —. .... —..— / - .... .- - / -.-. —- ..- .-.. -.. / — .- -.- . / —- ..- .-. / .—. —- ... .. - .. —- -. / .— —- .-. ... . .-.-.- ^* OK, I underestimated her strategy. She won't yield to blackmail, generally good. If the lid is blown though, that could make our position worse.

Polly: -blinks-

...okay, a Glitch is a pretty major security breach. And, uh, definitely an excuse for injury. Do we have an acceptable injury policy because that sounds dystopian.

Is it still in the building? And who was your friend?

edited 11th Jan '18 11:27:06 PM by Tangent128

PEFE!Every: Doubtful that it's still here. It didn't pursue me after I fell out of the module in which I was fighting it. It could have, easily, but I think it was scared off by the possibility of engaging the entire HQ at once.

I hope it was, at any rate.

-she's about to continue, but is interrupted by a lump in her throat. She forces it down-

My friend is Jacob Iridis. He is an employee here. Speaking of which, I have to—

-she attempts to step past Polly, but the moment she lets go of Rotary she nearly collapses, the Claydol suspending her telekinetically-

Rotary: <Mostly, you have to sleep, I think.>

 Channah's House 

-Sometime after everyone's gone to bed, is staring at the ceiling while on the couch-

So... she appreciated the gesture from what my Aura can tell but... Argh! I hate when I do social faux pas, especially with someone that I have an admittedly fragile burgeoning probably platonic relationship with. Why do I have to be so crap at this stuff? Beat Leagues, kill Glitches and plenty of other things, get 20+ people to knock down a base, use dangerous artifacts, but human interaction always throws me for a loop.

Maybe I'm just overthinking this since she did reveal something that I suspect was pretty hard on her to me, no matter how much she may try to pretend otherwise, obviously she didn't kick me out of her house or give off "get out" vibes from her Aura, but still.

Fuck it like I said earlier I'll just do everything in my power to figure out where those mons of hers ended up if they're still alive, and help her get them all back, because that's what friends do for one another. And there's always the rest of Hoenn to visit, including some places that are hard to visit for most humans...

edited 12th Jan '18 2:26:11 AM by rmctagg09

Janet notices the water in Lucille's eyes, but doesn't comment on them.

Janet: Well, if you ever need to seek me out, I'm generally hanging around in the staff lunchroom. I could make you a nice warm mug of tea or cocoa or something while your there. Though if hot drinks aren't your fancy, there's always juice.

Janet gets off the crate and whistles to her Herdier, who was busy chasing the Will-o-Wisp orb.

Herdier: Woof!

The Herdier jumps to Janet's side, and Janet pets his scruffy fur.

Janet: I guess I'll see you around then, Lulu?

Thespi: -gasp-

-delighted- <Former supervillain?> :D

-Megan stares a bit, then shrugs. She's already met one (maybe?), so what's another?-

-she smiles at Echo- It's nice to meet you! I'm Megan!

Ceal: <A-are you J-Team?>

Sergey's Camp

Both Loran and Sylvaine ran away, with Loran cowering between a pile of rocks looking like him while Sylvaine hid in bushes

Sergey: "I... Darling I think you will have to do this alone... I can't do this"

Silas and Bishop chuckled a bit as Bishop re-entered the body, the singular blue optic of the carbon black frame adjusting as it focused on Echo, "Amusing. Alternatively walking around with a depowered robot would raise more questions."

Silas shrugged, "Regardless of what the body is, we have the files and we hope something in there is of use. Worst case scenario, we just copied their recipee book. "How to make a nice Tapu Coco, Iron Style."

Silas then looked over at Megan and back to Echo, "Oh yes, this is also the potential customer I was referring to earlier."

The Fire!Blight crumples to its knees, whatever power it had is fading, "Clever using the leech seed. Bit harder to deal with..."

It realizes it shouldn't be this weak, not yet, but then something clicked, "The others. They are dead."

Jester's laughter could be heard throughout the blight, "ONLY TWO LEFT! EVERYONE READY?!"

The Fire!Blight grunted and tried to use one last attack.

Fire!Blight used Inferno

Flames hotter than before came from its mouth as it attempted to coat the entire room in fire.

Revali pulled up beside and motioned for the crew to get on, <We're heading back! Don't want you stuck on top of the mountain with this thing!>