Stow-on-Side

-To Channah-

I didn't just come here to play around with the local League, I have a more important job to take care of as well...

Cave of Being, December 2019

-Sitting on a rock outcropping as I recap the events of a few days ago-

...And because of Gudrunn and the Alliance, Mobius and the rifts will no longer be a problem, but I figure you know that already.

Uxie: <Yes, but the residual ripples may still be a problem going forward, especially since Izaya managed to escape.>

...Why'd you summon me here anyway? It's barely any warmer here than at Acuity Lakefront.

Uxie: <I know you are aware of what recently happened in Galar, correct?>

-Shrugs-

Guy in charge of a monopolistic corporation screws with things beyond his control and nearly gets burnt along with the whole region? That's basically a dime a dozen in my experience.

Uxie: <Chairman Rose's actions led to the reawakening of Zacian and Zamazenta from their millennia long slumber in order to subdue Eternatus, the Council wishes to reestablish contact with them, as well as Galar's other legendaries. As one of our envoys, this would fall to you, particularly as the J-Team will be gathering in Galar for Umbra and Amaterasu's wedding as the next year begins.>

-Annoyed-

I'm not on speaking terms with most of the J-Team right now, but I guess I can do that since I'm going in the same direction anyway. Where would I find those two anyway?

Uxie: <My Sight tells me you'll find out at the appropriate time, for now however you're free to do as you wish.>

Stow-on-Side, now

Sure do wish Uxie could've given me something a little more concrete than that, though.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 1st 2021 at 6:09:35 AM

Halis has still been practicing against both inanimate objects and random wild mons that have stumbled across them in the Wild Area. Although by this point they have the general technique for their Focus Blade down, the training itself isn't yielding any other results.

Halis: <I... feel like I'm at my limit, for some reason. It's not that I can't get stronger, I know I can, but... this isn't doing anything. Hmm...>

They retrieve their PDA and start messaging.

ersatz

Eva: Yeah, you can leave from just about anywhere, it's just some exits are a bit nicer than others.

Evo: You could end up anywhere from a nice Alolan beach to the middle of route 217 in Sinnoh!

Orre

Since when is he a psychic?

Ezekiel: "Like it? I told you I've gone beyond huamnity."

-Luca slumps to the ground.-

Ezekiel: "Get up. At least fight me before you die."

-Luca stares blankly. Swiftly, he pulls the pins on a his gas grenades.-

Roman?

-The Delphox nods and jumps back from the Scolipede.-

Delta blinked, before realizing, "Aaaah... Ma'at, providing a translation."

He turned to Marion, "No I'll be good for now," he responded.

The aim was simple, get this thing to the roof and then fuck off, get to the client, receive payment. Every mission should go in this method, get object, fuck off, get to client, get paid. It wasn't that he even needed the money, it was the routine of it, payment was supposed to happen so Delta always wanted it to happen.

The elevator was loaded and they headed up, Delta took the time to comment, "Alright, so I'm certain you've noticed how simple this job is, don't say anything, don't question it, just be thankful."

Silas tilted his hat, "Shouldn't be surprised to see supreme chef Gale here in the food tent, cooking up chili."

Roxy sniffed, "It smells sooooo gooooood!"

Stow-on-Side, past

Channah: You don't sound super happy about it. Do we have to do what Uxie says? Can't someone else do it?

Turffield, Standing Stone of Water

Matvey soon enough began eating as well, using his claws as a mix between fork and knife, quite happy right now.

Unlike Will, Alyesha did understand Sami, listening to her with a mix of interest and amusement

Alyesha: "Well, I'm certainly glad you all like it~ It's always nice watching people enjoy my food~"

Semyon meanwhile continued to sing, quite obviously happy that the rest was swinging in tact with him

Semyon: < ♪♪♪ For when the [[EGYPTIANS]], they closed the [[RED SEA]] ♪♪♪
♪♪♪ Call came on high from the powers that be ♪♪♪
♪♪♪ To build a royal monster right down on the quay ♪♪♪
♪♪♪ Roll, Northumbria, Roll, me boys ♪♪♪
♪♪♪ Roll, Northumbria, Roll ♪♪♪
>

The two resume eating, swaying in time to Semyon's song.

What ends up being sent is a file type for GPS devices... for flights, not general-purpose use, and it's quite old at that. It does have the exact location, that being in the Wild Area, but it's still archaic.

Hammmerlocke Power Plant

-There, before everyone, Heracles and Ilya are deep-freezing the altar, its flames weakening-

Sutur:    <No... NO!>   

-he turns to Gale-

   <You. Sacrifice yourself. Rekindle the flame!>   

Robin: NO!

Metropolis Of Vanity

Flamel: <I can do breaking stuff! Just gotta get in the mindset... What do I need to break?>

-there is a large holographic billboard nearby-

Ersatz

Coil: -high pitched whining noise-

Iris: ...Which one is to the Stormchaser?

Hammerlocke Power Plant

Evelyn: No...

-Evelyn focuses her mind and tries to summon a barrier that will surround the altar and prevent the mind-controlled 2B from lighting the flames again...-

-Evelyn's Pokémon are focusing their attacks on three of the Champions' Pokémon... leaving Red unattended.-

Hammerlocke Plant

"NO!" Ammy and Colton barked in unison, for different reasons.

With a flick of their fingers in perfect tandem, Ammy flicked up a Fire Spin around Gale to keep her from advancing to the Altar while Colton slung Night Daze after Brutal Swing after Snarl at Red's unattended team, courtesy of sacrificial illusory proxies.

Roy, Sunny and Koyasa were beginning to falter, though. Sunny, in a last-ditch attempt, Wished for Roy to be able to continue, knowing him to be stronger in dire straits.

Vanity City

"Don't. Please." Rage and Love pleaded. "Discretion is imperative right now. Until it won't be, then you can break everything from covalent bonds upwards for all I care."

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 24th 2020 at 6:32:39 AM

Turffield, Standing Stone of Water

Suzie and Fuka, Fuka pushing Suzie's chair, approach the Water Stone. As they do, Suzie puts her hand up to her ear.

Suzie: Ooh, that sounds like a sea shanty. Bet ya it's the Dhelmise Sami talked about. I love a good sailing song. Makes me want to join in.

Suzie's daughter and Unown immediately look alarmed.

Fuka/Waka: No!>

Fuka: With all the canine Pokemon around?!

Suzie pouts.

Suzie: I didn't say I was, just I wanted to.

Fuka and Waka sigh with relief.

Suzie: You don't have to look that relieved.

The Cubone in Suzie's lap looks up.

Ronin: <Why is it bad to sing?>

Waka the Unown floats down to Ronin.

Waka: <Master can't sing to save her life. Seriously, one time she had to sing to disarm a trap and she only set it off faster!>

Suzie blushes.

Suzie: You don't have to tell him that!

-Megan watches a Gym battle on her phone-

Megan: -huddled beneath blankets- ...nice, Every.

Vee: -peep- <Oh, when yer done, can I look at Tagg's?>

Megan: Wait, Tagg's taking the gym challenge, too?

Vee: <You din't know?>

Turffield Outskirts, ???

-very well!-

Addie: -nods- <The fact that no one thought of it says something in itself.>

-they continue into the burrow, a pale reddish light beginning to suffuse the surroundings-

(-Logan makes a hazard check with their Styler—mercifully harmless-)

-near the end, they come across more bodies of dubious life content—Pumpkaboo that seem to vanish the moment that backs are turned, the odd instance of Galar's hardy, rowdy Meowth, one Mandibuzz-

-the commonality there being-

Addie: <...scavengers?>

(-disquiet—heavily restrained—pings through the link-)

-one Meowth gets up, shakes themself off, and scampers back into the light-

-...neither Logan nor Addie bothers Capturing them for questioning, since the main cavern has just come into view-

-typical of those of its ilk, it stretches impossibly high above—difficult to tell if any roof bounds its distant upper edge; it swirls with strange crimson fog betwixt rocky outcrops and the river's stagnant runoff-

-its center is occupied by the slumped body of a Crawdaunt, grown titanic and oddly still-

-a huge, jagged tear ripples down the length of its back—its claws rest strangely, bits of armor jutting out at odd angles-

-the Galar-Particle storm high above it churns nearly to a halt, visibly inert-

Logan: …?

-a ripple runs through the fog—several groups of Pokémon, largely of species recently seen, skitter towards it- (the odd cry of <Finally!> or -odd mouth noises- audible over the din)

-but with a grinding of chitin, the Crawdaunt stirs as well—and the entire cavern rocks with it-

-half the opportunists turn and run, wasting no breath on cries—the other half (mostly Meowth) carry on, not bothering to hide their footsteps or their intentions-

-from reports, this has been going on for days, and has caught at least one too-curious tourist in what is shaping up to be an intensely Vow-unfriendly brawl-

Surtr Boss Fight

-Chrom whirls his blade and plants it in the ground-

Chrom: -grin- I wouldn't expect anything else.

Yet neither will I!

-he unroots and parries Lucina's strike, whirling into what could be derived from an Oshawott's Swords Dance—raining down blows from all sides even as he retreats-

(-and Lissa and Maribelle do, in fact, stick to healing the endlessly conscripted horde this round-)

(-although Lissa does stick her tongue out at Laurent as he tactically ascends-)

Megan: -sweating, turning toward the army- Alright, let's

-and the world erupts-

Pippy, Vee: -scream-

-Megan's bubble of fire-denial is popped by—a    Blast Burn   , it must've been—but one unlike any other she's ever seen-

Red: -crossed arms- …

-it scatters the weight of a storm cloud like so much ash-

-Byleth swoops in on her own Charizard to intercept—-

-a bolt of lightning strik

-a blur of motion, and

-a Pikachu streaks from the blue like a ballista bolt, barely missing Byleth and her mount—rebounding to Red's shoulder like the world's most manic rodential boomerang-

-Megan, shaken, points her trident to direct some contribution to this, this...whatever's happening here-

-and only hard-won instinct prepares her to swivel and parry-

-one, two—and the aggressor skips back to safe spear-wielding distance-

Donnel: -grin- Howdy, Meg!

Megan: -dismay- ...Teacher.

-she tightens her grip on her trident-

-Pippy, thoroughly convinced of his own uselessness in this scenario, directs Vee's attention to the odd hissing—hopeful but also pessimistic-

Pippy: -happy blink- <Oh that is very good—oh that is very bad>

-he tries to lunge to intercept, but staggers and falls-

Hulbury, Outside Stadium - Past

Pippy: <...okay.>

<You seem...upset.>

Pollen: -vibrating- <I'm fine.>

Pippy: -carefully- <You Do Not Look Fine.>

Pollen: <You can't see people's souls the way I can and I am telling you. I am fine.>

Pippy: -shaking a flipper- <See, if I was paying less attention, that could've gotten me! But there's no causal link between the two halves of that statement!!>

Pollen: -groan-

Pippy: -proudly- <And you might've scared me off before, but that was five minutes ago. I'm persistent. We're not leaving until we have a nice proper feelings jam.>

Pollen: -all resigned, dangling limbs- <You don't scare me, Pippy.>

Pippy: -blink- <I should hope not. A fair amount of my personal identity's staked in friend-shapeliness.>

-he laughs in a way that shouldn't be as awkward as it is-

-and gets a look that probably wasn't meant to be as disdainful as it came out-

-...for all Vee's professed similarity, she never looked at him like that-

-Pippy sighs-

Pippy: <...look, you don't have to say anything to me if you don't want to. But I know the look when you're itching to say something to someone.>

Pollen: <...>

Flashback!

Logan: Okay, now we've got a list of...grievances, let's say, that need a good airing.

Pollen: <Mmf.>

Logan: -sitting with a Receptive Listener's Posture, smiling encouragingly- Now, the next step would be…?

Pollen: <Suck it up and deal with it?>

Logan: No.

-spreading hands- The next step, I was leading up to, is talking to one of them about it.

-the look on Pollen's face is almost comical in its buggy disgust-

Logan: -politely- Something wrong?

Pollen: -throwing up her palps- <Why would they want anything to do with me if I become more of a problem for them?>

Logan: -softly- A problem?

Pollen: <You know I am.

Logan: -faintly wry- I'm still here.

Pollen: <Yeah, but you!!>

<!!!>

Logan: …

Pollen: -...ugh- <Who knows what's up with you!>

-she thunks facefirst onto the Center table-

Logan: -undaunted, leaning in- Yes, exactly! You can "see" feelings, but you don't know any of the logic behind them! Not the root causes, not the circumstances—not even what they're directed at, for Mesprit's sake.

Pollen: -muffled- <You swear to the same gods she does.>

Logan: My point being, circumstances can change. Roots can be...pruned?

…treated? Botany metaphors aren't really my thing.

Addie: -ahem-

Logan: -headshake, back on track- Whatever!

Basically, things can be done, but there's no call to...hack wildly at the hedge, so to speak. Phone a friend. Ask.

-crossing their arms- And let them know, too. You wouldn't believe how many cases like this are…

-carefully- ...people trying to do what's best for each other, and keep all their worries in to avoid troubling the other.

Like you, she thinks and doesn't say-

Logan: And in the inevitable shuffle to try and figure out what isn't being said, stuff gets wrong!

Addie: <They're your friends. Or, if you can't accept that, they're your team.>

<If they at all try to include you in things, if they're still acting like they want you around—that can be worked with. Things can get better.>

<You can make things better.>

-crossing her forelimbs- <And if they really don't want anything to do with you, then it's not gonna happen. It can't be forced, and it's better to know and look for greener pastures than sit around in this limbo.>

Pollen: <...>

Addie: -smile- <But we both know them. I don't think that's gonna happen.>

Logan: -likewise- Still here.

And after this is fixed I'm going to sleep for a week, she sees them feel-

-...well, what she sees is closest to I am here and weirdly calm, and actually listening on loop-

-who knows-

-they're frigging inscrutable-

Pollen: -grumble- <...I'll think about it.>

-they smile encouragingly at her with that practiced, easy face of theirs with the fairy glitter they caught whisking them out of moon-court hell and she just-

-can't get a read-

-oh, when have her words made anything better-

Pollen: -through gritted mandibles- <Fight me.>

-she tried just saying things like two minutes ago and it didn't go anywhere-

-so

Pippy:<...no?>

-Megan fails not to be distracted by friend-on-frenemy carnage-

-so distracted, in fact, that, in trying not to be rude, she just sorta says the first thing that comes to mind-

Megan: -absently- So what was up with that person you were trying to get me to find?

Abilene: Hm?

-Megan blinks, sadly committed to this course of interaction-

Megan: The...person. Thing. That you texted me about? And then kinda insulted me.

Abilene: Oh, that.

-flippant- The J-Team should know better than to accumulate so many interesting specimens. Someone, somewhere is taking an interest,

Megan: -wide-eyed- ...gosh. I should probably give 'em a heads-up, huh?

Abilene: -eyebrow-raise- Oh, I wouldn't know. I know the seeker fairly personally, and to get near the scene of the search would invite…consequences.

-Abilene taps her cane—with the thin leaf-sword it contains—against the street, twice, and lets it rest-

-she savors the scent of sea spray, the Wingull cawing and the poorly muffled sniffles of a perennially terrified Sobble-

Megan: ...and?

-Beat-

Abilene: -flat- What could you possibly be misunderstanding.

Megan: -blink- Sorry, I didn't think you were done.

Abilene: ...do...do you need me to spell everything out for you?

Megan: No! I actually, like, heard that fine for once, ears to brain, it's just you're usually more…

Abilene: ...

Megan: -pitched-up- ...thorough?

(-today's mutual bemusement set to the backdrop of one Pokémon piledriving another-)

Abilene: Thorough.

Megan: -blank- Last time you wanted to tie up a loose end, you bribed a guard, did your taxes, called up two separate adventuring parties, broke into the office of a weird space mayor-analogue on lockdown and said "Megan, I'm going to kill you."

Abilene: Several of those facts aren't.

Megan: -somehow flatter- And then you shot me.

Abilene: -hair-twiddle- You shouldn't be so easy to murder.

Megan: -self-thumbs- I wasn't!!

Abilene: I have yet to see proof.

Megan: You—oh, ha, hha.

-she, in typical Megan fashion, uses a fake laugh to hold back a stress-laugh and hide a real laugh-

-silly Megan-

-another frantic clawing rebuffed by a limb covered in spikes-

Castanea: <Really now.>

-another gun-pod ripped off him—regrown in a trice, ready for the next harvest-

Vee: -hah- <Jus' gettin' warmed up...!>

-he knows-

-he's witnessed enough of her strange biology—or biology-adjacent rhythms—to know that she treats "flesh wounds" with all the severity of an especially painful chore-

-even now, with her Taunted pride preventing her from liquefying fully, she'll laugh off laceration like the joke it'll be-

-so he takes an Energy Ball in hand and flattens her against the street-

Castanea: -squish, galvanizing his Auric channels- <Haven't we had this discussion? You're as predictable as your Trainer.>

-miss- <Wilful, sure, but that only makes your plans obvious to anyone who knows you.>

-the fight now resembles nothing more than a particularly angry game of Unovan basketball-

<You'll do something unspeakably reckless,> -smash-

-smash- <risking life and limb in a mildly> -crash-

<friendly sparring match to prove how "hard" you are.>

Vee: -eyeroll- <First off, I ain't gotta be hard, douchebag. I'm> -splash, dodge- <a bucket of water in a skinsuit, gen'rally characterized> -shredded- <more fer its fluid properties than 's position on the [Mohs scale]>

-a lapse in concentration, and Vee gets dunked on-

-squeak- <An' second—>

-from her position on the ground, her subvocals build to a trill-

<I can multiTASK, FUCKASS>

-"fuckass" tears a shockwave through the surroundings, forcing Castanea to grit his teeth and plant his feet—disrupted, his Energy Ball fizzles out-

-Vee's Shell Bell rings like a gong-

Vee: -smug- <Hahahaaa, you thought you could get my defensive monologue outta me—joke's on you, buddy, I figured out talkin' while fightin', like, days ago.>

-smugshrug- <But really, I ain't got anythin' to prove—least of all to you.>

<So 'm reliable! Big whoop—worse things've been said. My friends know what to expect...an' it's only the nice enemies I invite over for brunch. Now.>

-she drawls out her words, savoring the moment-

-glittery- <Does yer Knowledge do you anythin'—if you ain't got the Will t' stop me?>

Castanea: <...are platitudes what keep you running when you do something unspeakably inane?>

-all around her is the subvocal thump of a plunge into the deep end, water crashing from the air—and he whisks green essence through the classic leaf shape, firing it into the tide's heart-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Jun 26th 2020 at 1:36:27 PM

Metropolis of Vanity

-to Rage and Love-

"I dunno, if what we're aiming for is attention wouldn't breaking things be a good idea? I don't think he's suggesting we do it like, right now."

Daydre looks around.

"Uhh..... How about that billboard? Looks big and Breakable. Noticeable."

Turffield Outskirts, Crab (Crawfish?) Rave

Rikuo says a curse word Daydre was definitely hoping he wouldn't pick up from her.

<Woah! That thing's big!>

And then his attention is drawn to the various mons shifting in the fog. Also the apparent tourists mixed in.

<Hey you think maybe we should...> He takes a couple steps towards them.

Vs. Surtr

None of the mons currently here actually know what's up with the altar, but they can for the most part understand context clues. And so, they keep up their attacks on Surtr.

Orre

-Ezekiel doubles over and coughs viciously.-

Ezekiel: "Not bad. But where'd you go?"

-The Type: Null's asleep, but the Scoliepde keeps going.-

Roman: <Alright, that's enough.>

-He aims his cane forward and fires.-

-Turns out Mystical Fire can be really small.-

-Luca, crouched behind a desk, catches his breath, saber in hand.-

What I wouldn't give for Aura right now. No time to dwell. What do I have on hand?

Antoinette, Shelby, Yorick. So suicdally overconfident, not a fighter, tired from earlier. Okay. Saber, cattle prod, gas mask. Whatever he can find in the room - he remembers tools and medical supplies. Nothing really better than what he has on him.

Lydia and Romam will be occupied with the Scolipede. So...I'll just have to ambush him.

-Somehow, Luca thinks. Mewtwo might be an all-powerful Pokemon, but it was made by man. And is likely more durable than a 60-ish human man.-

-There's gotta be a weak point somewhere.-

Hammerlocke, past

-As Ilya and Heracles start messing with the altar-

Try as you like, you've already lost!

Metropolis of Vanity

-Noticing the holographic sign-

You can start with that.

Stow-on-Side, yesterday

-To Channah-

Eh, it's not that big a deal, I've learned that by just meandering around it'll just happen anyway.

Forward Fronts

Kitbash: Okay I won't. Instead, anyone wanna grab a good lunch after this? D-L found a bunch of good good places to grab a bite and...

-He checks his arm, where a flexible LCD screen is strapped and is currently blank-

Kitbash: And he's not back, hmph... Probably off doing some extra-curricular datamining. Ah well.

Wolfram Faire

Yeah it's a whole sponsor thing. Bit of a big travel investment away from Galar but hey this place is great! My complements to whoever set it up.

-Gale hands over a couple of the small paper bowls of the chili-

Hammerlocke Power Plant

Order accepted.

-The magical bot gets to her feet and starts walking. She tilts her head at the barrier but it's still a bit of a walk away, she can deal with that when she gets there. The Fire Spin curls into being around her... But she walks through the flames unharmed and continues her inexorable march-

#Fires fade, the dimming of the embers. Wake from your sleep again.#
#Fires fade, wills of steel to temper. Come reignite this hopeful flame.#

-There is a soft thunk behind her that she pays no mind to until with a dark clank she finds her progress stopped by a spectral cuff around her sword arm chained to an arrow on the floor. Spirit Shackle... From a Decidueye perched atop one of the power plant's machines, just below her in a crouched position (hiding, perhaps?) is someone who looks a lot like Pentigan-

Fire Emblem's Pent: Good shot dear!

Fire Emblem's Louise But She's A Bow Owl: <Thank you. Now, how about you get out there and show them the bite of your magic?>

FE Pent: ... I cannot understand what you're saying Louise but I support whatever it is you're doing!

FE Louise: <That is a problem, how unfortunate.>

Hmph... Gaster.

-A glitch-flickering black oblong box manifests above Gale's shoulder, regards the chain and with a single blast of laser fire, sunders it. Gale continues walking, eventually reaching the barrier-

Insufficient obstacle.

-She raises her sword, pouring Obscura into it as she brings it down hard. The barrier doesn't break completely, but it does flicker long enough for Gale to step through to the altar-

-With grace and gravitas Gale steps into the ritual flame, kneels down... And does not burn-

Pausing all activity pending completion of current order.

Hulbury

-Ian arrives in Hulbury, looking around, taking in the air made salty by the sea.-

Me: Here we are... Hulbury!

Piku-chan: <And to think, you came here all on your own.>

Me: Y'know something? I just noticed that...

Piku-chan: <Say... when was the last time you were on your own?>

Me: Honestly... I don't think I can remember the last time I was alone...

-Beat-

Me: Y'know, I should probably get to that call...

-Ian punches in Ms. Priscilla's number.-

Forward Fronts

Marion: <Okay... Let me know when you do.>

Salem: -to Kitbash- How long do you think we'll be on point, Kitbash?

Surtr Battle, Hammerlocke Power Plant

-Evelyn lowers her arm, exhausted from having tried to keep a psychic barrier up between the mind-controlled Gale and the altar.-

Evelyn: -panting exhaustedly- I couldn't stop her... I tried...

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Jun 25th 2020 at 6:29:39 AM

Hammerlocke Power Plant

Sutur:    <What? No! NO!>   

Julius: That's the clincher, Sutur. The beings of this world have more mastery of the elements than you ever could.

Ilya: <Heracles, now!>

Heracles: -roars-

-The Rite Of Flame... Shatters-

-...Is Gale iceproof too?-

-Guess we'll find out-

Metropolis Of Vanity

Flamel: <Too late Colton, I like Tagg and Daydre's idea.>

-He lets out angry monkey screeches as he rushes the billboard and starts reducing it to scrap-

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 25th 2020 at 6:50:05 AM

Vanity City

"Thank you. I needed something incredibly stupid to happen. And since I was responsible, even better." Rage and Love cracked his knuckles as he said this through gritted teeth. "Everyone, cover your ears and hold on to something. Things are going to get windy."

With little further warning than that,

Colton facepalmed.

Hammerlocke

Ammy and Colton breathed a sigh of relief as Gale walked out of the Fire Spin unscathed. The latter looked at his phone, smirking and typing.

And then Ilya and Heracles Glaciated the Altar.

The world slowed down for Ammy as she watched Pent get blasted by pure frigidity. It took everything she had to not throw a Will-o-wisp at Pent to warm him back up, for fear that things would go very south very fast, should she inadvertently reignite the altar.

Fatigued by everything that happened - and some of the blows they had taken - Roy, Sunny and Koyasa returned, barely able to stand.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 25th 2020 at 4:30:31 AM

Priscilla's Office, Saffron City

Priscilla: Hello. PEFE Head Accountant's Office. Hi Ian. What do you need?

Forward Fronts

Ma'at: Something doesn't appear quite right. I've heard some sort of signal coming from the office. It appears our host has responded to our presence. I'll do what I can to identify the signal, but I've little confidence Download or I could override it. Brace yourselves.

Halis: <Oh no no no—>

Unprepared, Halis quickly Defense Curls, trying to block out the noise to what little effect they can before raising their voice at him.

Halis: <Two words, SENSITIVE HEARING! And I thought Flamel was supposed to be the smart one here...>

Their frustration mounting, they point an arm at the billboard, charging up energy.

Halis: <Alright, fine, if we're making a mess of things, I'm not taking half-measures...>

With that being said, they promptly fire off a barrage of small but no less destructive Focus Blasts at it, intent on putting as many holes in it as possible.

Edited by MetamorphicHalis on Jun 25th 2020 at 7:16:22 AM