Circhester, Mach Motors

Both Phineas and his trainer freeze, as if trying to parse what Every had said. The human-shaped glitch sat down.

Phineas: That is... a very intriguing offer ma'am. One that we did think was really possible since we landed here.

Upton: We can go home? Really?

Phineas: We don't want to keep our hopes up. I don't want to disappoint him. But I'd love to hear more of it nonetheless.

Upton: You might want to sit down for this, too.

Motostoke Stadium

In the long grass, Hoops and their pokemon come across a Pansear. It is clearly in pain from the poison, but it still raises its head defiantly.

"Kec," Hoops says emotionally. The pokemon goes forwards, ready to finish of the Pansear.

Pansear tips back its head and releases an Incinerate. In its weak state, Kec is easily able to dodge. Once again Pansear becomes doubled over from the pain, but it presses through the pain and attempts to use Fury Swipes.

"Shadow Claw," Hoops commands. Kecleon becomes a ghost type, and the attacks pass through him harmlessly. He retaliates with an attack that sends the fire type reeling. It tries to get up, but fails to do so.

Hoops looks at the pokemon, and reaches into their pokemon. "Here," they say, tossing it a Pecha Berry. Pansear regards it suspiciously, then munches it down. The signs of poison disappear from its body.

It launches another Incinerate at Kec. "Slash!" Hoops yells, with a new energy. Kec swings his arm, batting the flames away. He then jumps into the air and lands in front of Pansear. A quick Slash knocks it to the ground again, but it gets up and attempts a Bite.

"Sucker Punch!" Kec turns black again and meets the Pansear mid charge. The fire type is knocked down again, but this time it does not get up.

"Challenger Hoops has completed the Gym Puzzle. They have gained the right to battle Gym Leader Kabu."

<Why heal it?> Sal asks.

Hoops either ignores him or doesn't hear.

<That pokemon deserved a fair battle> Kec replies.

Glimwood Tangle

-Abilene gestures, awkwardly, toward the young woman having a minor breakdown on the forest floor in front of them-

Abilene: -mutter- ...wasn't done.

-and speaking of which!!-

-Megan's eyes go wide-

-alarm and dismay, oh my-

Megan: Tautology—this isn't going to pr—

-her hands reflexively go to the—empty—weathered Pokéballs on her belt, and…stop-

-Pollen's looking longsuffering-

-she doesn't ignore it this time, but-

-come on, we can't beat Ever, her expression seems to say-

-we really just had a whole conversation about this, Pollen's face deadpans-

-several excruciating months of conversation, and also reminiscence-

-and Megan...thinks, as much as she's able-

-about how resigned Pollen seems, how long this's been going, the awful cyclical motion of it all-

-what's in a change-

-...-

-...fine-

Megan: -...high-pitched sigh, fearful-

-fine-

-fine, we're doing this-

-Pollen 'blinks', half-disbelieving-

-Megan unfolds her Pokédex, pulling up the statlog-

-meeting Ever's eyes just long enough to:-

-Pollen hastens to a proper dramatic stance, wings humming to life-

Circhester, Mach Motors

PEFE!Every: Well, it's a little complicated, especially now that the sky's fixed. But I think it's something that ought to be doable? I can try and put you in touch with some people who might be able to help.

Who is it you're trying not to disappoint?

Glimwood Tangle

-Ever beams, fractionally, and then their expression fades out into something a bit more unreadable. The corners of their mouth are still turned up, but their eyes are almost blank-

Ever: (placidly) Alright then. Let's make this happen.

Just: <Sweet. Ready when you are—>

Ever: Ah, no, that would be absurdly unfair.

Just: <Mrrrr.>

Ever: ...Mmm...alright. Muninn.

-they send out one (1) Latikyu-

Muninn: <...Oh. Hi. You're the one who calls me wisdom-of-the-ancients.>

Ever: Yeah, she doesn't know you at all.

Muninn: <Do you ever wonder if your constant mocking of me affects our synergy as a team?>

Ever: No. And "synergy as a team" is redundant.

Black Velvet Cinema

The Attendant: W-well the revolver was just a random draw and—...

-The girl sighs and stares at the screen-

The Attendant: What was I thinking, not even Act Three and it's all fallen apart. Guess this is why the boss left me behind...

Spooky House

-The static over reality gets worse...-

-When Tommy and Jane open the east door, it takes a second for the static of reality to resolve into something akin to a lounge room wherein has been set up tables for chess and poker. But then reality shifts in a burst of static and you're now in a richly-appointed master bedroom. On top of a chest at the foot of the bed is a vial letter medallion, emblazoned with a sideways hourglass with the halves half-full-

-Stilted and filtered, the screech of the krow cries. The room curves around to a north exit-

Tommy and Jane obtained the Medallion. The Haunt would of activated...

Oblivion Wing Meeting

-The Nightingale had been quiet so far, listening to the solutions with the eyes of her helmet cycling slowly through the rainbow-

Okay so I'm not certain but I've probably got supernaturally good luck so gambling might be easy enough for me. I've got some ideas on identity passing through my head too...

Edited by Pentigan on Nov 12th 2020 at 1:48:39 AM

Black Velvet Cinema

Kim: "Oh, dear god, no. I-I'm certain that this isn't the reason why your boss left you behind."

Motostoke Stadium

(Kim, Dirk, and Peechee look at each other in excitement.)

Kim: "Here it is."

Peechee: <The dvaend ^note  second bitva of the day! I CAN BARELY WAIT FOR THIS-!>

Dirk: "This is going to be fun—!"

Silas smirked a bit at Gale's response, "Whatever you come up with, should be amusing."

He turned back to the information displayed, "We're gonna need a new base for certain... new identities even for this one."

Hacks spoke up, ~Gold Claw, or Argent Claw. The Argent Claw gang.~

Silas blinked, "excuse me?"

~I got the name from a D20 modern game Muggy's been running, we're playing a criminal gang called the Argent claw. We're doing a heist we have to be criminals.~

Silas could almost hear the sound of pulsing EDM and a command to stay off the dance floor, "That could work, would give us multiple avenues of attack. Floor team infiltrates and gathers data, and once we have enough we break in as a group of criminals, and get away. We'd need to get trucks down there anyways."

PEFE HQ — Amarin Residential Module

-It's a curl-up-on-the-couch-together day for the bird wives. Specifically, Diane and Skye are cuddled up, with a laptop and a video chat client sitting on the coffee table in front of them. And on the other end is the missing member of the trio.-

Alyssa: —honestly, it is going really well! I think I was right about this being the right thingfor me.

Skye: That's really great to hear! You sound... you really seem like you're in a good place now.

Diane: Have you gotten to do any cool Ranger stuff yet, now that you're doing more than just the boring school stuff?

Alyssa: Well, as of recently, I am just following a more experienced Ranger around on her duties, learning the ins and outs of it all. What do you call that again? I know there is a thing you call it.

Diane: Being her shadow?

Alyssa: Yeah! That! I am being her shadow. Uh, but it is... mostly just glorified errands so far. Oh, but the Ranger I'm with is really cool, though! Her name is Meloette — she is named after Meloetta, which is already really interesting, but like, for her solo missions, she does a lot of work with, uh, Pokemon that were released or otherwise somehow ended up in places where they're definitely not suited to the environment? So it's a lot less Pokemon-in-relation-to-people and a lot more Pokemon-to-Pokemon stuff. Which I am really hoping I get to get involved with.

Skye: That definitely sounds like your forte, yeah. Definitely let us know if you end up on one of those missions!

Alyssa: You'll be the first to know. Well, uh, other than me and her, and whoever gives us the job, and... uh, I'll let you know as soon as I know!

-Diane and Skye giggle.-

Diane: We'll look forward to it.

Skye: Figured out a Ranger pose yet?

Alyssa: ...Uh. N-no.

Skye: Aww.

Alyssa: I am working on it! Everything I try just feels weird

Diane: It's gotta find you. It's gotta choose you. You'll know when the time comes.

Alyssa: I will have something soon! Hopefully.

Diane: Hopefully!

Alyssa: Yes!

-Alyssa grins. After a moment of quiet, her expression softens, and she sorta leans forward, closer to the camera, shifting her speech patterns to more-comfortable Monese instead.-

Alyssa: <I really do miss you two. I really want to dedicate myself to this, but it does get lonely sometimes.>

Skye: Well, you're always welcome to visit. The place still feels emptier without you around most of the time, y'know?

-Alyssa nods, giggling.-

Alyssa: <There's definitely no three-person beds around here, that's for sure. I'll visit soon.>

Diane: I'll be looking forward to it.

-Alyssa smiles.-

Alyssa: <...So, uh, speaking of beds, I think I'm going to call it a night soon. It's getting late.>

Skye: Sleep is important! And you are important.

Diane: Admittedly, since we moved to a deeper module at PEFE, time's a bit harder to keep track of, it still feels kinda early here. But, sweet dreams!

Alyssa: <Only the sweetest.>

-She winks. Have we ever seen her wink? I don't think we have. Either way, it catches the two off guard, and their cheeks tint.-

Skye: Ah-heh. See you, cutie.

Diane: Love you!

Alyssa: Love you too!

-After a few seconds, the video call ends. Skye sighs in the quiet.-

Skye: ...Y'know, I'm... kind of missing being out and about. Y'know, adventures and stuff.

Diane: Mmmm. Think we should make plans?

Skye: Maybe. We shouldn't really get too carried away with it, but, after seeing Alyssa in such a good place with her change of pace... I think I'm overdue for one myself.

Diane: Honestly, same. I miss the team.

Skye: Yeah. We've got lost time to make up for.

Diane: Well, let's start planning, eh?

Skye: Mmmm.

-Skye snuggles closer to Diane.-

Skye: But later. Snuggles now.

-And thus, snuggles now.-

-somewhere, Logan hums happily-

-...oh wait-

-they're definitely still-

Glimwood Tangle, Battle!

Pollen: <Oh, hi. You're the, uh. Old guy.>

Megan: Synergy, right, uh. That's a thing.

-absent any particular present mayhem-wreaking proclivities, desirous of decent tactical distraction, Megan does a perfunctory rundown of Pollen's entire moveset in her head-

-...then in the 'Dex, looking for easy supereffectivenesses-

Pollen: -stare- <...>

Megan: …?

-it's hilariously disappointing-

-...-

Megan: Telekinesis?

-Pollen awkwardly, halfheartedly flicks a palp in Muninn's general direction, attempting to imbue him with a vague sort of floaty-ness-

Motostoke Stadium

Hoops walks to the main battlefield. Kabu stands at the other end.

"I can't say I approve of that strategy," Kabu says, staring down the young trainer. "And yet, my job is to test the strength of the trainers that come through my gym, not to decide for myself their character. However, I want to tell you that I will be going all out in this battle."

"I'd be annoyed if you didn't," Hoops says.

Kabu selects a pokeball and throws it onto the field. A Salazzle appears, and loudly announces its presence.

Sal tugs on Hoops' leg.

"Yeah, okay," Hoops says. They look down and take a deep breath, before looking up wide smile that just doesn't work on their face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Presenting the pokemon that everyone will be talking about, the king of awesome, and the one who will win this battle! Sal the Salandit!"

Sal runs out into the field, waving to the crowd. <Thank you, thank you> he says, in response to an imaginary applause

Kabu looks surprised. "Well, that was unexpected," he says. "But, we'll now begin the battle."

Battle Begin!

"Toxic!" both trainers yell in unison. Sal and the Salazzle both flick their tails and form a glob of poison which they hurl at the other. Neither dodges, and both are inflicted by the poison.

Sal tenses, then opens his eyes. <Huh. I always thought this would hurt more - Oh Arceus there it is, oh this is excruciating!>

"Can you battle?" Hoops asks.

<Sure.>

"Then use Dragon Pulse!"

"Salazzle, do the same!" Kabu commands.

The pokemon mirror each other again, charging up a beam of bluish purple energy and launching it. The two beams collide in the centre of the stadium and there is a moment of struggle before Sal's attack in overpowered and he takes the force of his opponent's attack, knocking him down.

Motostoke Stadium

(The mere second that Dirk sees Sal go down, he gasps in horror. Kim grimaces almost immediately, and Peechee is absolutely livid. Within seconds his eyes glow a bright red and he raises and shakes his pincer in the air.)

Peechee: <NO—!! DON'T YOU DARE OOBIVAT SAL, YOU MERSKY SALAZZLE, OR ELSE I'M ITTYING TO HAVE TO OOBIVAT YOU!>

Edited by OPALGARNET16 on Nov 12th 2020 at 12:29:35 PM

Motostoke Stadium

Me: What's going on, Evelyn?

Evelyn: -focusing on the battle through her Crystal Ball- Hoops' Sal and Kabu's Salazzle... are evenly matched...

Me: Evenly matched?

Piku-chan: <What makes you say that?>

Evelyn: -focusing on the battle- Sal and Salazzle are both Poison and Fire type Pokémon, and with their signature ability, Corrosion, they were able to poison each other, as with the use of Dragon Pulse, when not holding back, Sal's strength is almost on the same level as Kabu's Salazzle, even if Hoops only has 2 badges... In short, even though Salazzle is the evolved form of Salandit, neither one has an inherent advantage over the other, and I predict that this first round of combat will be decided on pure skill...

Motostoke Stadium

Sal carefully gets to his feet. <That hurt> he admits.

"Nasty Plot!" Hoops yells.

Sal rubs his hands together, and feels a surge of power pass through his body.

"Venoshock!" says Kabu. The Salazzle points at Sal, and a green ray targets him.

"Sal, dodge and use Flamethrower."

The Salandit obeys, leaping to the side and allowing the green ray to pass by him. He opens his mouth and allows a blast of flame which had built in his throat fire at his opponent. It scores a direct hit, knocking the Salazzle back. Both pokemon are then doubled over by the effects of the poison.

"Salazzle, Flamethrower!"

Salazzle pulls itself out of the doubled over form and attacks the smaller pokemon with a blast of flames.

"Dragon Pulse!" Hoops yells.

Sal tries to raise his head to meet the attack, but he can't overcome the poison quickly enough. He takes the attack, which knocks him down again. He gets slowly to his feet, then lets off a Dragon Pulse. The attack rockets across the stadium and lands a direct hit on Salazzle.

Kabu nods. "Not bad. But now, use Dragon Pulse again!"

Hoops reacts quickly. "Flamethrower!"

The attacks collide in mid-air. This time, neither one can overpower the other and they become locked in a struggle.

<Whoever feels the effects of the poison first...> Kec realises.

Hoops nods and clenches their fists. "Come on, Sal."

Motostoke Stadium

(From above the stadium, Dirk and Kim are watching nervously. Peechee, meanwhile, is having none of it.)

Peechee: (screaming, to Sal) <LIIIIIIIVE—! LIVE OR I SHALL SHIVE ^note  slice THAT SALAZZLE INTO HUNDREDS OF PIECES WITH MY OWN NOZH—!!>

Motostoke Stadium

Me: FIGHT ON, SAL! YOU CAN DO IT, HOOPS!

Piku-chan: <GIVE THAT SALAZZLE A RUN FOR HER MONEY!>

Oblivion Wing, Meeting Room

-Alice takes a moment to ponder Hacks's suggestion.-

Alice: Hmm... that could be a viable means of approach. After all, the Guild must know by now that they're on our radar. If we pose as a group entirely unaffiliated with the Aurabolts, then we force them to spend resources trying to hunt down an enemy that does not in fact exist. That, and I have always wanted to be a criminal mastermind...

-She smirks in a way that makes it impossible to tell if she's being serious or not.-

Lumiose City, Smith Residence

-In her bedroom in one of the city's more luxurious townhouses, a young woman with a mop of brown hair that all but covers her face is hastily packing a duffel bag. She slings it over her shoulder and starts making her way downstairs towards the door, as quietly and inconspicuously as she can...-

-...until she's stopped in the hallway by an entirely nondescript businessman in a nondescript suit, smiling the sort of half-smile of a man who can maintain insincere affability no matter what the situation.-

Mr Smith: And just where do you think you're yeeting yourself off to, young lady?

Amelia: A... a friend's house.

Mr Smith: Oh no you diddly-don't! If I may serve up a hot take, you're grounded, remember?

Amelia: I k-know, but... it's been ages. Plus, she's really smart and tech-savvy, and I was h-hoping she could teach me about...

-She trails off under her father's gaze, which starts to track towards the duffel bag in her arms, but then a woman's voice calls out from the next room.-

Delilah: Oh, just let the girl go, honey-poo. It might be nice to have the house to ourselves for a change.

Mr Smith: Do you think so, lovey-bunch? I wouldn't want my daughter getting into trouble and grinding the stinkleaf or something similarly gnarly out there!

Delilah: Darling, she's in her twenties. I think. She's getting to that age where I'm tired of having children in the house. As long as she knows that she had better act like a proper young lady from here on out if she wants a place in this family, then I'm sure it'll be fine. So long as she behaves herself.

Mr Smith: Aww, you always know how to tug at my heartstrings, cuddly-buddly.

-He turns back to Amelia with the same placid smile.-

Mr Smith: You hear that, Amel? No more "repeat incidents", understood? Otherwise we might have to get into some, quote on-quote, "real shit", and I don't think either of us want that.

Amelia: I... I-I understand. I'll be good, I promise.

Mr Smith: Excellent! Then get out there, meme your friends, and learn some dank life skills! We'll know if you don't~

-With that, he turns away, and Amelia scurries out of the door. She keeps going for a fair distance before glancing down at her phone and hastily typing out a message.-

-Amelia pauses, just for a moment, and unzips her bag to glance inside. She looks at the visage of the metal helmet within, sat atop her Pokeballs and all its other contents, and smiles.-

PEFE HQ, Amarin Residential Module

-As the resident couple are enjoying their shnuggles, the lights begin to flicker.-

-Once. Then twice.-

-And then the whole room goes dark, as both the lights and the laptop screen in front of them blink out entirely.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Nov 12th 2020 at 6:49:25 PM

Glimwood Tangle, Battle

Muninn: <...Oh, calamity.>

-he's tugged off the ground as he flails for purchase. Long shadowy claws dig into the earth, but he's quickly undone by the stretchiness of his spectral body as he achieves stable equilibrium floating several feet off the ground-

Muninn: <Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more humiliating.>

-keeping one arm anchored to the ground for leverage, he brings the other one back-

Ever: No, Taunt.

Muninn: <You want me to taunt the bug with anger issues.>

Ever: Was that not clear?

Muninn: -the annoyed sigh of a man who has spent his life behind a desk being asked to perform any physical task- <Right. Pollen. You're still playing defense here. If you want to show Megan you're up to the task of fighting, then fight. Wasting time on eliminating all risk is just that— a waste of time.>

Ever: You know, this is really more an inspiring speech.

Muninn: <Stop dithering and bring it.>

Ever: We'll workshop this.

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Nov 12th 2020 at 12:51:24 PM

Ballonlea, Five Years Ago

Sal falls to the ground unconscious. A younger Hoops runs forwards and scoops him up in their arms.

The man opposite them recalls their pokemon and sighs. "I don't know why you keep using that pokemon. If it can't evolve then it has no use. You'll never win able battles with it."

Hoops wants to shout Shut Up, Dad but they know what happens if they do. When their father walks away they feed Sal a berry and wake him up.

"Maybe he's right," Hoops says. Sal looks upset, but then jumps out of his trainer's hands. He gathers the flames in his body and blasts them forwards. Hoops watches, dumbfounded, then smiles.

"You're right. When did we ever listen to him. He says we're both useless, so we'll prove him wrong."

Sal replies happily, and the two return to training.

Motostoke Stadium, Present

Sal can feel the poison creeping through his body. It hurts, but he cannot falter. They made a promise, after all. But damn, this is hard.

Then, it happens. Salazzle flinches from the pain of the poison. Sal presses the advantage, and puts all the strength he can into his attack. It breaks through Salazzle's Flamethrower and the Dragon Pulse hits it directly in the chest.

"Yes!" Hoops yells. "Press the advantage! Get in close and use Flamethrower!"

Sal sets off running, hoping to get to his opponent before they can recover. He gets within five metres and releases a burst of flames before the poison shocks his system, sending him falling onto one knee.

Both pokemon are now breathing heavily, the poison and their injuries coming close to bringing down both of them.

I have to win this Sal thinks. To prove I have a place on this team.

"Venoshock, Salazzle!"

"Sal, use Dragon Pulse!"

Both pokemon struggle to lift their heads to release an attack. Sal opens his mouth, and the draconic energy surges in his body. Just at the instant he is about to fire, the sickly green ray of Venoshock slams into his chest. He fires anyway but it goes wide and barely clips Salazzle.

The pain is worse than he could have imagined. He falls on the floor of the stadium.

"Sal!" Hoops yells in concern.

Come on... get up! Sal tells himself, but his body won't respond.

Hoops watches as their pokemon writhes on the ground before going still. A second later Salazzle topples over, its injuries becoming too much.

Both pokemon cannot battle. Each trainer now has only two pokemon the announcer proclaims.

Motostoke Stadium

Me: Whoa! That was impressive!

Piku-chan: <A double knockout!>

Evelyn: I couldn't have predicted this...

Hatty: <Probably because your clairvoyance abilities still need some work...>

-Megan fails to eliminate the risk-assessment subroutine occupying most of her RAM-

-and Pollen stares, handed her opportunity—wrapped in characteristically Dark-type plausible deniability—on a silver platter-

Pollen: <Fucking finally.>

-she flicks her awareness out, taking telekinetic-then-physical hold of a needle of metallic bone, hovering-

Megan: Wait—!

Pollen: -gruff- <The edges are blunt, it's fine.>

-she attempts to yank Muninn toward her in the same smooth motion that she lunges-

Megan: -hiss- No, I mean—

Pollen: <Mahina!>

-to try and cleave Muninn in two in a ray of distillate moonlight-

Glimwood Throwdown

-Muninn stares at the glint of metal-

-a few thoughts flash by him-

Ever: Huh.

-and as it closes in-

Muninn: <Well. Isn't this a throwback.>

-he lets himself get dragged forward without protest, almost looking relieved as the needle flares into moonlight-

-he crosses his wings over his face, and they both shatter against the force of the blast-

Muninn: <Fucking— swear to Palkia that hurts more than it used to!>

-he tumbles back in the air, barely regaining a hold on the ground, nails digging furrows into the earth-

Muninn: <Alright, then. Let's dance.>

Ever: Corny Western lines aside, that is exactly what I want. Swords Dance.

Muninn: <Oh, come on, I know you wear blue but—>

Ever: Keep it PG-13 and steady on.

Muninn: <Rrr...>

-letting go of the earth, he whirls in the air-

-the shadows in the forest deepen and lengthen, stretching out to him as he reaches for them-

-the ragged puppet ripples, as though what's under it seeks a way out-

-and two more clawed tendrils ooze free of the wingtips-

Muninn: (idly) <You're pretty good with that needle.>

Megan: -twitchy-fingered- he still has his Disguise! You smote

Pollen: -brusquely cheerful- <'S not like I can dance. Hands're tied.>

Megan: W—

Pollen: -cutting in- <Got any orders for me?>

-Megan eyes the coalescence with an entirely different nervous system from Pollen, sizing up the fight in the gloom-

Pollen: -to Muninn, creatively- <Thanks. You're pretty…gonna be stabbed by it.>

Megan: Just—

-what was that about breaking routine?-

Megan: -augh- ...don't...get hit by that. The windup…

Pollen: -blandly- <Aye, cap'n.>

(-Megan feels not one but several emotions, at the appellation-)

-Pollen reaches into the Telekinesis-as-maintained, lights up her free palp—a gleam in her eye—and starts trying to slam Muninn into the trees at the boundary-

-the ground if he sticks to it, the canopy if he doesn't-

Megan: ...uh, are we doing the four-move thing?

Glimwood Trial

Ever: Don't worry about it. This is hardly League-official. Muninn, Vengeance Nail.

Muninn: <...>

-the Psychic hits, and he's yanked free of the ground and slammed into a tree-

-there's an almost reflexive pulse of obscura at the sheer rage of having telekinesis employed against him yet again-

-he's hauled upwards and into the canopy, and then plummets, dangling in midair, looking less than hale and hearty-

Muninn: <...>

Muninn: <...>

-and where he's been slammed into things, his limbs snake off into shadows-

Muninn: <I'm starting to think, Ever, that you enjoy coming up with tactics that involve me getting beaten all to hell first.>

Ever: Try not to read too much into it.

-and four thin stripes of darkness, each tipped in needle-sharp claws, spear out of the shadows towards Pollen, each at different angles-

Silas smirked a bit back at Alice, "Well. I guess I'm most likely the mastermind, look at me."

He chuckled a bit before sighing, "We're gonna have to contact Gio, we need a location to act as our base as operating out of the wing will just cite us as the Bolts in a instant."

~Bishop if you could please.~

"Of course commander," Bishop responded, there was a ringing that echoed through the meeting room, then on the display screen appeared Gio.

"Hey all, what's up?" He asked with a grin, he then saw Alice and Gale, "Oh, OH! This is business huh! Hey Gale good news, we got your grotto marked off so you can set up whenever you want on the new island base!"

Silas shook his head, "Not what we need Rocketman."

"Oh?"

Pollen: -ducking low- <I've got the opposite probl—aaaAAAA>

-her Sight is based on light, of course, and life —but Muninn's attack is about the opposite of either of those, and it is everywhere-

Pollen: -dead-on- <AUGH>

-Ribombee are immensely fast, yes, but also so regrettably fragile-

Megan: POLLEN!

Pollen: -worse for wear- <I'm fine.>

-wow, look at those pupils contract-

-Megan's brain finally kicks into gear, burning aside the less relevant doubts and little hesitations and petty sense of self-

Megan: -rummaging- Pollen, Infestation.

Pollen: -frantically parrying, dodging- <What? That's like the most weaksauce move I have!>

Megan: -pulling out a hair, tying it around an object- Can't explain in front of—

Pollen: -losing her grip on her Telekinesis- <Yeah, right.>

-more eagerly than her tone implies, she finds her bearings, flicking her needle in Muninn's direction—a cloud of-

-...-

-hm-

-Megan's Pokédex, any idea what those are?-

PEFEdex: -static-

-yeah-

-a cloud of something coalesces—specks of pollen, tiny Pollens, actual bees——

(-could be bits and bytes for all the sense they make-)

—-out of nothing, diving for Muninn to sting dubiously effectually at whatever flesh(?) presents itself-

Megan: -tossing a shiny rock at Pollen- Y'know, keep him busy.

-Megan taps her wrists together in front of her chest, just so-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Nov 13th 2020 at 1:57:08 PM