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[attr="class","text"] Lam's shoulder rises and falls in a good-natured shrug as he chuckles. "Figure s'long as there's no greninja waiting in the wings to steal my pokemon, it'll work out well enough." Sure, outside of the gym there are no formalities or polite bestowment of move orders, but that's not the point here. He's watching how they seize the opportunity in tandem.[break][break]

Though poison is, unfortunately, no joke.[break][break]

Cleo, small as she is, isn't able to roll away from the swipe of the Nidoking's tail. She's sent rolling, bowled over as the venomous barb catches in her furry body. Wooziness sets in, even as she pulls herself up to stubby legs again.[break][break]

The SLUDGE WAVE rolls across the ground, noxious and foreboding in a way that sends the psyduck scrambling. Her feet plap plapping back and forth over the sand as she chatters anxiously and attempts to avoid the poison. It sizzles under her feet and she honks louder, the worst of it only dampened because of the FRIEND GUARD haloing her.[break][break]

"Alright, Peaches! Matchies!" The psyduck looks back with a tilted head before she nods. "Douse some of that toxicity!" She turns, sizing up the larger two pokemon. Then, barreling forward she displays no hesitation as she barrels forward, bill opening to unleash a torrent of water meant to SOAK the nidoqueen.[break][break]

Innocuous as it seems - an unexpectedly useful tactic in and of itself.[break][break]

While Peaches lays groundwork, Cleo takes the initiative. Still lingering close to where the Nidoking knocked her down, she emboldens herself to toddle forward a few steps before charging. Small fists glow with a steely might as she aims to batter at a hind leg bigger than she is with a jab that's METEOR MASH fast.

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The pair of cousins coordinated their pokemon well - seeming to understand one another's cues with little need to discuss. The synergy between the garevoir and aggron meshed, even for opposing types as they were. Shielding Lynette from the bulk of the damage gave the gardevoir a prime opening.[break][break]

The EXPANDING FORCE thrummed outward, empowered by the PSYCHIC TERRAIN that continued to rise from the pitch. Though Lam's corviknight was able to ward off the worst of the attack, circling higher above as he was, Ladon was not so lucky. The wave created slowed the beat of the flygon's wings - drawing him in just enough to be driven down to the ground further by the onslaught of Gron's ROCK SLIDE.[break][break]

While Butternut cawed from above, Ladon struggled to pull upright and free himself of the debris. Dust and dirt shook from his wings, scaly body winded from the weight of the attack. Still, he wasn't to be subdued easily. While the corviknight dove directly for the gardevoire, STEEL WINGS glinted before impact, Ladon sought to distract Gron - engaging him with a grappling SUPERPOWER.[break][break]

Though close range combat was not at all the flygon's strong suit.

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Lam nodded along, grin widening as her memory clicked into place. “Yep! I thought, as gym leader, why not show out and do some repping?” What a relief to figure out the source of his deja vu. It would have bugged him otherwise. “I enjoyed participating,” he continued. “Maybe I’ll take up a boba tea hobby.”[break][break]
Probably not–he was only a decent enough cook. As had been proven by the contest, in the end.[break][break]
Well, okay, he’d thought the contest was the only place he’d known her from. But when the power went out and her murmured voice twisted toward something more stressed, a flag of doubt went up in his mind again. That didn’t make any sense.[break][break]
As other voices began to rise in the darkness, he looked around with an unseeable frown. “This isn’t gonna get us anywhere…” Not if a backup generator wasn’t going to work, either. The wind outside howled a bit louder, battering at the outer walls of the building.[break][break]
“You okay?” he asked as he processed the quiet whisper. Probably only heard it because they’d been standing alongside one another. His glance skirted toward her voice. He squinted, just able to make out her silhouette in the dark.[break][break]
“Yeah, Lam,” he confirmed, “I can probably call the ranger’s station. They might be able to connect with the mall staff…” Out came his phone, the screen glow near blinding with blue light–but it gave him an idea.[break][break]
Pulling a pokeball from his pocket, he released a shiny shinx. Immediately, his fur cast a soft, illumina glow–lighting their direct area with a halo of soft, low light. “Noodle can give us at least a little bit of sight back,” he remarked with a small laugh.[break][break]
He could only hope it would be good news on the other end of the line as he tried to dial the station.

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“Right, exactly. If the network of tera energy from the tunnel nearby travels underground far enough, maybe it’s fueling this powerspot.” It makes sense to him, anyway. Though he’s not managed to find out just how far the tunnel goes yet.[break][break]
Eventually he’ll map it out to the end, though.[break][break]
The encroaching storming is a more pressing concern, obviously.[break][break]
Lam pulls his coat collar up as cold wind ripples through the area, kicking up snow flurries. He tugs at the zipper until the fabric stretches up over his nose. Peaches, bold as ever, scoots herself toward Arrabiata’s warmth. [break][break]
“True. I’ll take a pause in the mayhem for as long as I can get away with.” Lam looks up at the rattling structure, frowning. “I think you might be right. Weird how sudden it kicked up, though.”[break][break]
He never had to deal with this weather in Alola.[break][break]
“What, you got a hidden snow truck or something?” he jokes, trudging after Mintt until they’re right up close to the powerspot where it caves into a den, glowing with unnatural light–even through the snowy bluster.

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[attr="class","text"] Content to let Zach lead the way, Lam walked alongside him, nodding quietly in response to the answers he was given. “Well! Psyduck are pretty on the nose for that skill. That’s pretty cool, though–there are a few types I like to focus on myself, but I try to keep a variety for work.” It kept him balanced, since his gym ascribed more to a battle style than a specific type itself.[break][break]
As they moved along, Peaches caught onto the Mime Jr’s mimicry– soon she began maneuvering through strange gestures, eyes darting back to Happy each time. Just to see if he would repeat after her.[break][break]
Petering to a stop, he slid the back on his back off of his shoulders. He peered curiously at the space behind the front desk, only for his face to light up in a good natured smile when the attendant appeared from a back room. Nodding in response to their questions, Lam held up the bag before setting it on the counter. “Yeah! Or well, I”m the gym leader over in Lilycove, actually. I called earlier this week about some displaced pokemon that needed treatment.”[break][break]
Opening the zipper, he presented a gathering of net and dive balls, all housing a variety of aquatic pokemon. “Maybe their migration was off course, but they’re not usually in Lilycove’s harbor.”[break][break]
“Oh, right– I do recall my supervisor informing me that you’d be in today. Come along…” The attendant pushed up his glasses and then gestured for them to come around toward the back facility. Not just Lam, but both of them.

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