North Of The Battle Zone

-Alex and Owen give a thumbs up to Zee-

Alex: "Wanna see which of us takes out more?"

Owen: "Er, I guess?"

School Assault

-Locke, somehow, gets the SATWHUL into position-

-And Coil, Iris, Neon, and Jade jump out, send out their mons, and go on full assault-

-Meanwhile Pavo slithers in their general direction, Melia on their shoulder and Maurice and Victor sneaking close behind-

Pastoria

Horatio: "Oh. So I just try to evolve her?"

Goomy: <I DO desire to get stronger...>

Snowpoint Temple

-The squad ends up in a strange dome beneath snowpoint temple-

-Etched on the dome is a sigil of Arceus, but also the same sigil of Koraidon and Miraldon is etched below it-

-Around the dome are various mounds of earth-

Lavender Tower

Human: -to Ann- "It looked like some kind of Pokemon.... but we could never get a good look at it, it fired off these colored pencil like constructs before we could."

Jackie: "I guess we should go up the elevator...?"

On the Road, earlier before heist day (and after stopping for donuts)

The group drive by the fake Stormchaser, visible from the nearby highway. It did not escape Dr. Azala's attention, and they stopped eating their donut midway.

Dr. Azala: Isn't that the J-Team dirigible? Shouldn't we have taken that exit?

Stewart: Should we tell them now or later?

Deuterium: I'm saying now. Saves us the trouble. That's not the J-Team blimp, doc. Looks pretty convincing, though, don't it?

Protium: We're taking you to the surprisingly fortified PEFE compound in downtown Jubilife City. There will be quarters there for you to stay in.

Protium chows down on another donut.

Dr. Azala: PEFE? I thought we were going to the J-Team?

Deuterium: PEFE's J-Team, right?

Stewart: Some members are. The J-Team is independent of them but they regularly get full use of PEFE facilities due to their connections. Which is just as well since the PEFE is an honest-to-Arceus organization with a legal team and a security personnel. We're from a different partner organization called the Oasis, conducting the rescue on their behalf.

Protium: Trust us, ma'am, you'll be safer there.

A pokéball from Dr. Azala's belt releases a Gothitelle.

Hypnota: ~I also noticed that there are 3 other voices and only 2 other auras. Is there anything else you'd like to explain to us?~

Dr. Azala: And thank you for reminding me, Hypnota. I was about to ask how you managed to sneak Astatine in without anyone noticing there were 4 auras to 3 people.

Protium swallows his donut.

Protium: I am an Auric blank.

Deuterium: Nobody called us out on it because they were seeing his aura and mistook it for Prote's.

Hypnota: ~Just full of surprises, you folks.~

Dr. Azala: Hey, it was your idea to follow them.

Hypnota: ~Well, if I spelled it out, this wouldn't have succeeded.~

Dr. Azala: If we're going to Jubilife, where's the J-Team's blimp.

Protium: Laying waste to the northern Sinnoh facility. Where Dr. Circhester would've had you liquidated for your incompetence.

Dr. Azala: How did you find that out?

Deuterium: We've been datamining from the School's servers for weeks now. Got enough defectors that we can tune into their systems. Though honestly some defectors gave us way more than others.

Stewart: We'd have never pulled this specific rescue off if we didn't have Astatine and Protium in the same building.

The sirfetch'd pushes a box of donuts toward Hypnota.

Hypnota: ~A gentleman duck. How gallant! They call you Dinner, is that correct?~

Dinner: <An appellation that resulted from the blond one's failure to subdue and consume me. A pleasure, ma'am.>

Raid day

Dr. Circhester paces in his office deep within the base. He was not happy at all. Earlier, the planned liquidation of Dr. Azala had not panned out. The facility's staff repeatedly informed them that the "escort" had already arrived, yet the actual escort had informed him that no exchange took place.

Much later, there was an altercation at one of their security facilities. The entire thing happened so fast that there wasn't any way to remedy it. They were flying blind and couldn't send out a distress signal.

And it only got worse from here.

The bad doctor sips his tea in an attempt to keep his cool. He was stranded in a besieged facility and needed to fight his way out. And that required a certain composure.

Suddenly, Igor—clad this time in a Templar's uniform—arrives.

Igor: Sir, we've been called to deal with the situation.

Dr. Circhester: Good. Meanwhile, I'll need a full report on this... complication and a way to remedy this.

Igor: Will explain everything on the way there. You don't suppose it's time to send out Krypton and Oganesson as support, do you?

Dr. Circhester: Keep them in reserve. If anything, they're part of what the bleeding-heart do-gooders are after. Let's not give them the benefit of getting what they want just yet.

Igor: Shall I prepare the shuttle.

Dr. Circhester: Have the staff do that. Meanwhile, I need every able-bodied member of my personnel on call.

Igor: Yes sir.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 28th 2022 at 2:58:53 AM

Battle Academy

-Xavier, hair frazzled and standing on end, enters the store. Her skin is covered in slight Thundershock scorch marks, her hair is burnt, and her eyes are wild.-

-Her clothes are shockingly still in perfect condition.-

-Props to Edna for that.-

Xavier: Alright. Who's the leader?

-The Joltik, drunk on power (and light sockets), bristle.-

Xavier: No, no, just want to talk. I'm tired of this, you're tired of this. Just want to talk.

-The Joltik look between Xavier's very tired face and each other.-

-They chirp at each other a bit, before a Joltik wearing a blue bandana (likely made from a washcloth) hops forward.-

Xavier: Hello.

Joltik: *chirp*

-Xavier then lazily lobs a Pokeball she had up her sleeve towards the Joltik.-

-The leader, and every other Joltik in the room, are dumbfounded as the Pokeball snaps closed around the Bandana Joltik with a snap, not even waiting for the digitization.-

Joltik: !

Xavier: ...

-Wiggle!-

-Wiggle!-

-Wiggle!-

-...-

-Wigglewigglewigglewiggle!-

-...-

-Click!-

-The Joltik panic and run, hopping past Xavier in a horde of confusion, bumping into each other and scrambling out into the hallway.-

-Xavier raises her arms in triumph.-

-She then curls up on the store floor and falls asleep.-

CW: Alcohol reference

Mitchell awakens to the muffled sounds of explosions. He finds himself in near-complete darkness, with the only light coming from a nearby door. His movements are restricted by several objects surrounding him, not that freedom of movement would help him out in his groggy state.

By the Dragons, Mitch, Mitchell thinks to himself. What were you thinking, drinking that much Sinnohese sake?

Feeling his way through the dark, Mitchell eventually reaches the door. After a moment of fumbling, he finds a slide handle and pulls it, opening the door. Unfortunately, he is momentarily blinded by the light, causing him to lose his footing and crash onto the floor.

"Owwww", Mitchell groans, pressed under the weight of his recently-remodelled stroller, which now has straps added to it for functioning as a backpack.

Slowly and carefully, Mitchell drags himself to his feet, then leans against the nearest wall and shuffles in a random direction, eventually leading him to-

Mitchell observes several humans and Pokemon in this area, some of whom are engaged in fierce fighting in the industrial base below. Among the figures fighting is someone he remembers meeting in the past.

Huh?, Mitchell thinks. Is that Kendall? He squints his eyes and focuses. Oh geez, it is! He also sees, and notes, the presence of a Ninetails, a Lucario, and a Galvantula near Kendall. Those must be- oh, shoot, I forgot their names!, he thinks, chastising himself for his poor memory.

A bit farther away from the fighting, Mitchell spots someone else he met before. He can only see them from the back, but the bandages around them are unmistakable.

Hoops?, Mitchell thinks to himself. Funny seeing you here. Wait, if you and Kendall are here, then-

A wave of dread descends Mitchell's spine. He has a very bad feeling that, somehow, he has gotten entangled in J-Team business.

The rest of the scene below is too chaotic for Mitchell to track, so Mitchell focuses his attention inside the room. Unfortunately, his vision fails him again, rendering him only able to see blurred outlines in every direction.

"Uh, hello?" Mitchell asks to no one in particular. "Lovely weather we're having right now, yeah?"

Hearthome, Apartment

Tellurium: Don't— don't assume parity between us.

-she's bleeding and burned, but with the fight over, she's recovering a degree of poise-

Tellurium: You—

Adelinde: Tellurium. Go run a circuit, make sure nobody's poking their heads around.

Tellurium: I'm...still cut off from Psychic moves.

Adelinde: Then teach Lutetium.

Tellurium: Um—

Adelinde: Don't worry. I'll handle things here.

-she smiles-

Tellurium: ...Right. Lutetium. Come with.

-she leads the younger kid out of the room. Adelinde waits until they're gone-

Adelinde: The attempt at sowing dissent is, I suppose, admirable. But I've tutored those two personally. You aren't about to crack them.

-she places a barrier in the doorway, sealing it off-

Nice place, by the way. It was, anyway. If you'd come quietly, I could have left it as a bit of a memorial.

-she looks around at the bloodstains, splinters, small green fires, and general wear and tear-

Adelinde: ...Not so much now.

-she walks past Rhoda and and Haru, her cloud of metal shavings still hovering around her in case anyone is having any ideas, and clears some rubble off the couch, sitting down, legs crossed, forearms on knees, slightly slouched-

Adelinde: Just getting it out of the way, I guess, none of you are leaving this room alive. I don't want anyone thinking that there's some conversational trick here that gets you out of this situation. There's a certain purity to what people share when they know they don't have a future, and I'd prefer that to anything Sneaselly.

So, before we get to that bit, can someone just quickly explain to me—

Why?

-she points at Haru-

Adelinde: Rhodium. What are you getting out of this? More importantly, Shaun de Vaughn— yes, we looked you up, too late to cry about it— what are you getting out of this? Shtupping the runaway? Get a blow-up doll, it'd at least match design specs.

Just...why this? Why this life? Why this mediocrity?

-despite the insults, she sounds genuinely, profoundly confused-

Stormchaser

Brie: I mean, I don't know about a date, but sure, we can take Atlantis down. Probably best if we're not all grouped up anyway, that's just asking for someone to blow up the ship...

...Not that I think that will happen!

...Anyway Kai come on let's go before I stick my foot any further in my mouth

Stormchaser Medbay

... Strontium has the look of a not-particularly-careful child, but she nods to the Kangaskhan anyway and stands up.

Ama sits up as well and flexes her back muscles.

Ama: "... Hm, I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Her eyes follow from Logan's face to the mouthguard, and her expression turns surprisingly remorseful.

Ama: "Er. Sorry about that. Though I suppose you don't really want to be reusing those, anyway."

Ama: "Food would be appreciated."

Strontium is.. attempting to look calm but wiggles excitedly at the prospect of food that's not nutrient paste or raw Deerling meat.

Snowpoint Temple

Daydre: "Huh.. are these poorly marked graves or are we going to have to start digging?"

Daydre: "Actually I don't know your position on graverobbing so I guess those things aren't necessarily mutually exclusive."

Assault Team

Ama returns Logan's gaze, though the look in her eyes is perhaps not comforting. It softens, a bit, seeing their worry, but...

Ama: "... I'll be sure to send any we find your way."

Ama appears down below, cracking her knuckles, Future!Hellebore beside her. (She'd have jumped but she's getting a bit old for three point landings).

Ama: -turning to Hoops- "I'd guess it's 'crack as many heads (nonlethally) as possible' but are you wanting something more granular?"

Chaos Team

Daydre slides out of the Stormchaser wearing a certain black feathered cape and a certain Looplet that Deflects. ... Maybe not the best gear for blending in with the snowy surroundings but it makes a statement. Also her girlfriend got them for her c:—

Daydre: "oh god i feel like a little [german] boy in a sailor suit with a giant lollipop"

Rowan: <I'm not going to lie to you and say everything will be fine, but we're not exactly innocent babes in the woods here. You have a championship under your belt. And frankly I'm offended if you're devaluing my skills here. u_u>

Daydre: "... That doesn't feel real. I'm not counting it."

Rowan: <You should.>

Daydre: "I shouldn't."

Rowan: <I'm counting it then, if you won't. Ideally we won't be doing the bulk of the fighting anyway.>

Daydre: "... I guess that's true, yeah."

She hefts a bag full of brightly colored flyers and looks at the (presumably) others.

Daydre: "So, we getting this show on the road or what?"

Stormchaser

Kai: Hey, don't worry, this ship's made of hardy stuff. Plus, it's got an Aura fueled by the power of teamwork. It takes a few blowings-up to—

-Suddenly, the ship lurches to the side — not by explosive force, but seemingly an abnormally powerful squall. Kai's eyes widen.-

Kai: Uh oh. I think I know what our priorities are going to be. C'mon, Brie!

-They plant a quick kiss on Brie's cheek before taking her hand and hurrying to exit the ship-

Mason: ...Goddammit.

-Mason hurries off toward the base as well-

Stormchaser, past

Micro looks slightly more relieved once they get inside.

Micro: ~I mean, who hasn't heard of the j-team? I saw it on TV one time. It's just, pretty intimidating being rescued by a group this famous. I take it you've got some kind of medical facility here?~

Circhester, Jess's house, also past

Jess is feeding the fishmons in a pond in the garden. Their mum is tending to some odd looking berry plants. She stops to write something down in a notebook.

Jess's mum: Final results on this year's batch... Number 9 and number 24 will be kept for next year's batch... I'll take some cuttings of number 12 because it smells nice, but the rest of it needs to go... I'd like to get a closer look at numbers 3, 4 and 5 just because they went so very wrong. The other ones...

Her Gothitelle comes over, floating a selection of clippers around.

Jess's mum: ...Those'll be for the compost heap.

Jess's mum heads over to where Jess is while the Gothitelle goes to town on most of the berry trees, chopping away at them with a vengeful fury.

Jess: Aww, I thought number 6 was the best one!

Jess's mum: ...Of course you would. It may be delicious, but I analysed the nutritional properties of the berry and it might as well be poison. Hopefully the next generation should yield some fruit that tastes just as good but isn't so frightfully unhealthy. Anyways... A little Rookiedee told me you've been hanging out with those j-folk.

Jess: What?

Jess's mum: I'm just worried for you. I've heard of all the dangerous things they get up to. I wouldn't want you getting nipped in the bud while you're still so young.

Jess: Mum, I'm literally eighteen. And anyway, if things get hairy I can always teleport away.

Jess's mum chuckles.

Jess's mum: Funny how you say that when you can't teleport out of here right now.

Jess: How many people happen to have a pokemon with Shadow Tag hanging around?

Assault Team

Hoops shrugs. "Wanting is a strong word. If there is a more granular plan then you should probably explain it now, because I have a lot of pent-up aggression directed at these guys and the thought of knocking their heads together is sounding very appealing."

Kec appears from his pokéball. <While I'd normally be the more cautious one, I agree. I'm ready to hit people.>

"And besides," Hoops says. "There's someone I'd like to see again, if she's here." They close their eyes and remember the wall of wind that surrounded them as they were attacked the previous summer.

School Base Bonanza

Advance Team

Zee: -To Gale- Beats me, maybe that Tagg guy Chiyo came to my cabin with would know something.

Assault Team

Chiyo: -To the rest of the assault team- Besides fighting every Templar that gets in our way, we're collecting information from the base.

-Spotting Mitchell-

Oh boy, a drunk...

-Pacing-

I had the advance team place a piece of Trojan inside their systems, who should lead our way to the archives.

-At that point the remaining lights start flashing at a certain entryway-

That'll be our way forward.

-Twitches as I pick up on other presences-

Okay, let me see what's going on...

-Focuses as my eyes glow blue and I switch Aura Sense modes to the enemy detection sense. Chiyo and the rest of the assault team glow blue, as does everyone else J-Team aligned I can see. The School forces, of course, show up as bright red-]

Come on, I need to find gold, focus on those nearby connections a little more...

-And I pick up on three golden presences, one shining a bit more brightly than the others-

The brightest one, that must be the base commander, feels Templar-y alright. The other two, direct lieutenants maybe?

One of them, 16 other presences amongst them, but I don't sense any thoughts coming off them. Aura screams "Templar".

The other, not a fighter, but surrounded by those who are. Possibly one of the higher ranking scientists.

-Relays this information to the others-

Chiyo: No thoughts? Sounds a lot like those soldiers I fought last year.

I suspect they plan on splitting us up so we'll have to move slower, but they're also guarding archival material so we'd need to go through them anyway.

Chiyo: It's an obvious trap, but one we'll have to spring.

Though for them it'll be like what happens when you go fishing for Magikarp but it's a Gyarados that catches on your hook instead.

-To the rest of the assault team-

Alright, some of you might end up sticking with Chiyo and I, we're going straight for the commander, the rest of you will be dealing with the other two presences. Take anything that appears useful in your path that isn't nailed down, and maybe even some things that are.

-More emergency lights start glowing, courtesy of Trojan, but in different colors to lead the other portions of the assault team-

Chaos Team

-Team Nova is here-

Doc: -To Daydre, holding a spray can- <More or less.>

Limna: <So why are we here instead of kicking Templar butt with Tagg, Chiyo, and the others?>

Crochet: <Just in case there's lingering Templars, but they're probably too busy dealing with everyone else to notice us.>

Edited by rmctagg09 on Oct 1st 2022 at 5:25:18 AM

Silas took a deep inhale. <I'll be alright, just a little winded.>

Roxy set him down, still looking worried as he took off his scarf. Silas resumed human shape and started to breath deeply, he opened his eyes. "I'm good."

Hacks stepped over. ~This is what you get for not practicing, come on how is telepathy still so hard? It's basic aura projection!~

Silas ignored that and picked up the aura gem. "So, I pushed myself. Hm... I'll need to worry about that."

Roxy nodded. "Uh, yeah! I'm worried about that!"

Silas smirked. "I don't think starting the legend of the Mand'alor would look very good if he died forging his sword from overexertion."

Roxy frowned, giving Silas a sharp glare. "Sorry," he said.

The Pen grinned. He doesn't even notice, see, no big deal. And as payment for helping him, we got a nice hefty boost of energy. Whoo what does he run on? This &*!$ is electric!

"No thoughts? Yeah sounds a lot like Gabe's work, he makes weird clones apparently. Also some big guys in black armor that hit like a truck! Best be careful with them," Rory said.

Rory hefted his sword and gripped a pokeball. "I got a few tricks, I'm after that guy that's not Gabe. Gabe's liable to run if he sees me again, good luck all of you that handle him... oh point of warning. Don't look him in the eyes at all or wear eye protection. He can kill you quickly if he makes eye contact."

Rory grinned and darted down the path to the last option, the one that was neither Gabriel nor the Commander. "All those who want to kick some ass follow me!"

School Raid- Stormchaser

<General, this is no time for a meet-and-greet,> said Benny. <This School must be defeated at all costs, and we've got three opponents for it. Since there are three of us out, I suggest you split the forces. Take me with you, and let the other... more chaotic ones handle themselves.>

Ingrid nodded. "R-right. In that case... we're going to fight Gabe."

<I'll take on Circhester, chuu~!> chirped Ananpi.

^note  <Wait, isn't that a Galarian town name?>

<It is; why?>

^note  <Just was curious! Wait, is that where 9-Volt's going?>

<Awww, come on! That'd be too predictable! Besides, we can handle him all by ourselves, can't we, me?>

^note  <Fair.>

<Alright, folks, we're going to take on a city! See you later, chuu~!>

And he bounced off. Braker, meanwhile, nodded.

"I'm sticking with Tagg and Chiyo," he said. "We're taking on the commander."

<Welp! Looks like that leaves lil' ol' me with the big guy, then~!> Bindi rubbed her hand-tails together, then giggled impishly. <Aww, this is gonna be a riot! They're not gonna see it comin'!>

Beat.

<Heeey, what about Mr. Greyshirt? He coming, too?>

"I'm not sure where Kendall's going... Bindi, right?" asked Braker.

<Aww, you know me~!> said Bindi, with a grin. <Now let's go get 'em! Toodleloo, Ingrid~!>

Stormchaser Assault Team

"The leader, eh," Kendall muttered. "Alright, I have my target."

"The rest of you, follow Kamui's lead." He pocketed a number of Pokeballs, leaving the rest with his gray-haired "human" friend, as she shoved them into her pocket with a smirk.

"See you shortly," the chorused before pointing in their directions of choice, ready to fight.

Kamui pointed in the direction of the crowd of 16, her pocket possessing a comparable amount of Pokemon.

Stormchaser Chaos Team

Two Students landed a short distance behind them after a couple of pink flashes. "We're with the J-Team!" They explained in unison before anyone else said anything.

Raid Assault Team

Hoops listens to the descriptions. "This Gabe guy sounds perfect for me." They demonstrate this fact by having a bandage slide out of their collar and wrap around their eyes. It then retracts.

They give a brief look over everyone. "No-one die. I don't need another reason to hate these bastards."

They run off in the direction of Gabe, with Kec in close pursuit.

???

-Tanya takes a bite out of her ration bar.-

Myo: [We going or not?]

-Tanya chews, her knee propping up her arm as she's looking through her binoculars.-

Rudolf: [We were told to watch. It's not your call.]

-God, these ration bars fucking suck. It's like chewing bubblegum made of rotten oatmeal.-

Maxim: [C'mon, I wanna smash'em...]

-Maybe she could take up a requisition complaint with her boss's Shadow? Nah, that'd likely get her shot...-

Nikolai: [Shut up and keep the line clear. Tanya has operational seniority here.]

-Oh god, her name was mentioned. She grabs the headset and puts it half-on again.-

Tanya: You don't so much as think bad thoughts at 'em. Boss's orders - this place has outlived its usefulness. Leave the lambs to the lions, just enjoy the show.

Myo: [Uuuuuuuuugh, boooooooooo-ring!]

Maxim: [Why'd the have the whole team come out here if all we're gonna do is watch?]

Rudolf: [I'm curious about that myself.]

Tanya: Because the last time one of you dipshits went out by yourselves you killed half the base yourself before the Ironheads even showed up!

-The comms are quiet for a moment.-

Myo: [I thought the orders said "facilitate liquidation" instead of "observe liquidation"...]

Tanya: Don't care. Shut yer traps and stay out of sight or you're gonna be the next one they tear apart. If I so much as smell that your perception filter field is faltering, you'd better hope they kill you first.

Nikolai: [Yes, ma'am.]

Rudolf: [Yes, ma'am.]

Maxim: [Uh, yes ma'am...]

Myo: [*Sigh* Yes, ma'am...]

Tanya: Oh can it, bunny ears. Tell ya what, if it makes you feel better - pick out your targets if we ever get the green light to go after these guys. Some of these guys have all the mental defense of a psyche ward patient, but the vets would be some juicy prizes.

Myo: [Ooooooo~]

Mitchell understands just enough of the briefing to get the gist of the raid. Knowing he'll need some help to keep steady in this mission, he takes a quick sip from one of his water bottles, then calls out Christine and Gavroche.

"Right," Mitchell says, "what's happening is-"

~We know already,~ Chris interrupts. ~I let the others know while you were out.~

Mitchell chuckles. "You read my mind, literally."

<Actually, she's just got good hearing,> Gav says. <Although her Psychic abilities are getting kinda scary these days.>

Chris wanly smiles in Gav's direction at that remark. Gav shivers in response.

"Okay, fellas," Mitchell says, "let's go with them." He jabs his right thumb in the direction where Hoops, the individual he now remembers being called Kamui, and some others he didn't know ran off, then jogs that way. Gav and Chris follow behind.

I knew I should have packed sunglasses, Mitchell thinks to himself, remembering the warning the sword-wielding person gave earlier.

Raid Battle- Gabe

<Oh, believe me,> said a voice from behind Hoops. <I can assure you that none of us are going to die.>

Benny and Ingrid suddenly showed up, turning to face Hoops.

"Um... hello there," said Ingrid. "I'm Ingrid. Ingrid Anderson. It's a pleasure to meet you."

<Captain Benjamin Anderson, at your service,> said Benny. <The General simply refers to me as "Benny", however. I trust that you shall do a good job at fighting for the J-Team's cause.>

And then Mitchell, Chris, and Gav came in.

<General, we have new recruits,> said Benny. <Rely the message. The General is Ingrid, I am Benny, we are heading to fight Gabe. A pleasure to be working with you; thank you for your service.>

Raid Battle- Brad

<Oooh, goodie! Mr. Gray Shirt's joinin' us; well isn't that swell!> said Bindi happily. <Let's go, then!>

Braker nodded. "Right. And for future reference, his name's Kendall, Bindi."

School Safehouse — Assault Team

-Mason hurries to catch up with the group, in time for Tagg's explanation.-

Mason: Okay, okay, I, ah. Phew. I can take... w-wait a sec is that—

-He watches Rory rush down the hallway.-

Mason: Merc?? Hey, wait up!

-He hurries after.-

-As the rest of the party splits, the air crackles as a curtain of flame blocks Ama from heading down any particular path. A voice pipes up behind her.-

Bren the Scorcher: You seem especially dangerous. I'm afraid it's my duty to cull that. I'm sure you understand.

-The Espeon by his feet flicks his tails, and his eyes glow in a way that seems to bore straight through Ama and her team.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Sep 28th 2022 at 8:26:34 AM

Rory stopped, the name had caught him off guard. Nobody else he knew really knew him by Mercury. Only the Templars did, and he certainly didn't go running around shouting his designation.

He looked back and saw Mason, eying him up and down. He seemed familiar in a unusual way, Rory eying him intently.

"Do... I know you?"

School Safehouse — Team Illusion Boys

-In the brief moment of talking as a free action interim time in the hallway, Mason falters a bit.-

Mason: You don't... oh yeah right duh they thought I was dead. Er, it's me, Carbon! 006? Alonya— Platinum called me "pencil smudge?"

-For a second, their appearance changes to a much shorter, younger version of himself, back before "himself" was the identifying pronoun. He quickly drops the illusion before he can dwell on it, though.-

Rory stares at Mason, blinks, stares at him for a good solid second... before picking him up and pulling him into a bonecrushing hug.

"HOLY SHIT CARBON! GOOD TO SEE YA DUDE!"

School Safehouse

One of the halls of this designated safe zone get really shadowy. Wanna bet Doc Circhester is there?

They may sense the presence of someone there, definitely.

School Safehouse — Team Illusion Boys

-Mason lets out a painful squeak as his joints make a sound not unlike popcorn-

Mason: good to see you too

-As the area goes shadowy, he quickly squirms out of the hug, staggering.-

Mason: Uh, let's catch up later? We've got company.

Rory let go. "Right... School doctors we gotta deal with."

He gripped the hilt of his sword and gave it a twist, obscuric power flowing as it revved like a motorcycle engine.

<Pleasure to meet ya, Benny!>, Gav cheerfully says to the militaristic Breloom. <Call me Gav.>

Chris demurely introduces herself. <I'm Christine, or Chris for short.>

"Rhodes, Mitchell Rhodes," Mitchell says. "These are my partners, Gavroche the Rattata and Christine the Chimecho. Pleasure to meet you, er.."

~Ingrid,~ Chris thinks to Mitchell.

"Ingrid, yes, of course," Mitchell says, nervously waving in her direction. He then calls out to the frontrunner of the group. "Long time no see, Hoops!", he says.