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Dallas gave the presumably friendlier Drampa a nod as he let it take the lead. His Gible eager to follow behind the much bigger dragon and follow its example. Damn was that Gible cute considering how vicious it would look if evolved and grew strong enough.[break][break]

What was causing the beast to lash out? Dallas pondered for a moment as he took another draw from the cigarette. “I guess we need to find it first and then it should be easy enough to figure out.” At least he hoped so.[break][break]

“What’s someone like you doing here anyway?” He quirked an eyebrow as he raised the question. Doing his best to avoid the debris from the Drampa’s rampage and help his Gible over and around it.[break][break]

“I thought you scientist types were too busy in the labs and whatnot using your brains rather than doing grunt work like me.” It sounded blunt, but Dallas meant it more as a compliment than anything else. Surely she had more important matters to attend to than chasing angry Drampa.[break][break]

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this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

persephone amavi

[attr="class","thegood"]
Mere inches separated Hawks and Bom. While the fear and surprise of the fall were visible in the Slowbro’s eyes, it tried its best to hide it with bravery. Following its one last command to the end.[break][break]

“Hawks, drop down! We need to catch him.” Despite the demands, the Fletchinder refused. As if the two Pokemon had wordlessly agreed what was best. To get Dallas through that door and away from the fiery carnage. He pleaded and struggled like a child but defeat soon sank in once the psychic glow that enveloped him vanished for the last time.[break][break]

The Fletchinder and its trainer crashed landed through the entrance. Dallas lay there for a moment as the chaos continued to grow. The Rocket’s that had infiltrated them now showed their true colours. No time to wallow in the loss of his friend and companion. He had to continue on. Make sure the sacrifice of the goofy pink Pokémon was not wasted.[break][break]

Ice blocked their path, but for the fire type, it was no obstacle. Hawks and her trainer charged forward as she fired a Fire Blast into the wall of cold. The intense heat melted it away as they continued onto the top of the tower.[break][break]

“Snivy, block it.” The green snake was released from its Pokeball and immediately into the thick of it. Quickly forced to raise a translucent shield to protect the stranger, Alexei Ivanov , with Reflect.[break][break]

Dallas held back near the stranger that was being bombarded with attacks. The two Rocket’s blocking the path to their goal. “Hawks make sure that guy doesn’t become a splat on the ground.” Within seconds the bird swooped in behind the defective Rocket with speed from Quick Attack. Claws dug into his back to keep him from falling. Eyes peered curiously at the Jirachi. It was tempting to try and grab it, but not yet. The Fletchinder would simply try its best to guard both the Jirachi and the Underboss while perched on his shoulders.[break][break]

“Yungoos, stick with me.” Dallas remained behind Snivy and its protective shield. Now with a weasel wrapped around his neck. Glaring at the hostile Rocket Pokemon with a Scary Face. Fangs bared. All they needed to do now was wait and hope that more League members arrived up these stairs first than Rocket.[break][break]

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RIP Slowbro.[break][break]
Fletchinder deletes the Ice Beam wall with Fire Blast.[break][break]
Snivy used Reflect to protect Alexei Ivanov from the incoming attacks.[break][break]
Fletchinder uses Quick Attack to reach the underboss and keep him from falling. Keeping its eye on the Jirach too :eyes:.[break][break]
Yungoos chills around Dallas' neck while using Scary Face.[break][break]

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this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@rngesus

[attr="class","thegood"]


Hot and cold at the same time. Drenched in sweat. His knees wobbled at times. Threatening to all but give out if it wasn’t for the man helping to hold him up.[break][break]

“Yeah…I’m good.” His words contradict the sorry state that blond man is clearly in. Dazed eyes peering at the trees that surround them. Running water was meant to be fresh, right? Apparently not. If there was anything to learn from this at least, it was that Dallas now knew he was not the nature expert he thought he was.[break][break]

“Go for it. At least I’ll die in peace without you nagging in my ear.” He slid down the side of the tree, before resting on the soft grass.[break][break]

“Maybe if I drink some actual fresh water, I’ll feel better. Apparently, no stream is safe nowadays though.” A hand ran across his face to clear some of the sweat. “I thought it was safe cause I saw a Gloom drink it but…you know. Poison type. Probably should have realised that."[break][break]

[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke.

[attr="class","theugly"]

NIKOLAI PETROV

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There it was. As the attacks hit the Darmanitan’s began to fall and the exit opened up. Before Dallas or Slowbro could even move though, one final strike was made to hinder their progress. Flames rose in pillars as the flooring they stood on began to crumble.[break][break]

“Bom! Keep us in the air!” A pink glow then surrounded the pair. Attempting to keep them afloat and prevent gravity’s efforts to drag them into the fiery hell beneath them.[break][break]

“HAWKS!” The fire type shot down from the safety above to answer the call. Using a Quick Attack to reach Dallas and Slowbro at high speed before then flying them to the exit. Using Acrobatics in tandem to try and dodge the flames as well as the Darmanitan’s in case of any last effort attacks. Dallas hoped Bom’s own efforts with Psychic would help keep them light enough for the Fletchinder to hold onto them.[break][break]

“We can make it.” They had to.[break][break]



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Slowbro uses Psychic to keep Dallas and itself in the air.[break][break]
Fletchinder uses Quick Attack to reach the pair, as well as Acrobatics to dodge the Darmanitan's and fire as it drags them to the exit.[break][break]

_j1fbros

[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@rngesus

[attr="class","thegood"]
Just as he neared the statues, the cry of alarm from Hawks gave the man enough time to back off as the Darmanitan awoke. “Stay back, for now, Hawks.” The Fletchinder would ascend toward the ceiling. Keeping an eye on its trainer from above, waiting for its next command.[break][break]

Soon after a flurry of attacks are unleashed from all types of Pokémon. Bom is quick to join in. Using Water Pulse again but instead of being used to stop raging fires, now the bright blue ball of water that was fired crashed into the nearest Darmanitan. A wave of water unleashing upon impact. Aimed to knock the Darmanitan away from the door. Or just knock out it completely. Both worked fine.[break][break]

“Get ready for when there’s an opening, Hawks.” As water flooded the room from Surf, Dallas held onto his Slowpoke in order to weather the waves. Keeping an eye on the door the two blazing Pokémon protected. An opening was all he needed to get through in a dash. In fact, it looked like most of the group were prepared to escape in a mad dash when the opportunity arose. Time was of the essence after all.[break][break]



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Fletchinder hovers near the ceiling away from the commotion.[break][break]
Slowpoke uses Water Pulse on one of the Darmanitan in an attempt to knock it out the way of the door or KO it.[break][break]
Dallas holds onto Bom while Surf floods the place.[break][break]
Dallas and Fletchinder ready up for when there's an opening.[break][break]

HLPA9_aW[break][break]
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[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@

[attr="class","thegood"]

“We could always say this is the mad Drampa and call it a day.” Dallas pointed to Persephone’s own Drampa as he entered the scene of destruction. A young Gible waddled by his side. The small dragon had seen little action with Dallas since he captured it. Now seemed to be a good time to bring him out on this hunt.[break][break]It wasn’t hard to tell where the Drampa was heading next from this small scene of destruction. The usually placid Pokemon had torn through some trees to its next destination. Leaving a trail of chaos behind it that was easy enough to follow.[break][break]“We’re obviously not gonna have any problems following this thing so I guess the question is if we just fight it or try and play nice first when we meet it.” He offered the two possibilities to his partner as he lit a cigarette held in his mouth. The Pokemon had caused enough problems to warrant the straightforward approach of chasing it out of here. Of course, this kind of outburst was unbecoming of a Drampa. Perhaps it warranted a deeper look into the situation as to why it was even doing this.[break][break]

[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

persephone amavi

[attr="class","thegood"]

It was happening again. Just like Slateport and the desert ruins, everything was turning upside down and going wrong. In comparison, this mission made the desert ruin exploration look great. And they had barely gotten onto this damn island.[break][break]

It all happened too fast for Dallas. One second, he was trying to rescue the injured Rapidash before it plummeted. The next he tried to put out the fire that was about to engulf Nikolai. Again, too slow. His words to Bom were barely audible amongst the chaos before Dallas resigned to a silent escape. His Fletchinder leading the way and Slowbro guarding the rear against any rogue flames.[break][break]

Breathe. It was all he repeated to himself as the group ascended the tower. His legs growing more tired with each step but his mind pushed them on. Stay calm. He had no other choice. The fire blocked the entrance and drove them higher up. They might as well do the job they came here to do then.[break][break]

Once they reached the next room, Dallas took a seat if only for a few minutes. Time to catch his breath with fresh air rather than smoke and soot. Survey the room and not rush like they so foolishly had to begin with. If they had time to that was. While the central pillar seemed to still hold strong, it was hard to tell if or when the fire would catch up with them here.[break][break]

Dallas would eventually head over to the Darmanitan statues. Looking but not touching the massive stone figures.[break][break]

“Hawks, anything up top?” The Fletchinder would follow the command, taking to the air and investigating the two statues from above. Looking for anything out of the ordinary besides the Darmanitan’s themselves. As much as Dallas did not want to. If they didn’t find a way to move these soon, they might just have to resort to knocking them out of the way.[break][break]


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Dallas fails to save anyone from their trash rolls.[break][break]
Takes a minute to catch his breath and think.[break][break]
Investigates the statues with Fletchinder investigating them from above.[break][break]

[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@

[attr="class","thegood"]

Despite the burst of heat from the brazier, Dallas found himself entranced at the image the flames managed to form into. Was it real, or was his mind playing tricks on him? No, the image was definitely there. Dancing in the flames. As real as the fire that began to spread around the room.[break][break]

“Well shit.” Dallas reached for his go-to Pokémon. “Water Pulse.” A Slowbro was released from its Pokeball just in time to follow the command and block a pillar of fire with a wave of water. Meanwhile, Hawks followed the group forward towards the stairs. Making sure the way was clear for its trainer.[break][break]

The man made sure to keep up but still held a nonchalant demeanour as he made his escape. “You’re supposed to stay calm and all that when there’s a fire right? So just get up the stairs already. We’ve not even gotten off the ground floor.” Was all he would say as he followed Hawks, with Bom beside him attempting to douse the flames. The blond making sure there were no stragglers either.[break][break]


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Slowbro uses Water Pulse to try and put out the fire.[break][break]
Hawks leads the way for its trainer.[break][break]
Dallas keeps an eye out for anyone left behind or struggling.[break][break]


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this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@lesgo bois

[attr="class","thegood"]

Dallas, as much as he wanted to help the League, was surprised to find himself standing on the boat. One of the many that also agreed to travel towards the island on this League mission. The current theme of these missions Dallas was called up to did not help to raise his spirits for this one. Either Rocket would make them fail miserably or a giant legendary rock Pokémon would come and fuck their shit up. Maybe both if they were lucky.[break][break]

The pessimistic thoughts came and went like the sea breeze as they docket at the island. Dallas was one of the last to depart from the boat. Never in the mood to go rushing in. Especially as he stood in the shadow of the massive tower before him. Surely this Rocket guy would be dead from exhaustion halfway up this tower already?[break][break]

Whatever the case, the blond continued to follow the group. Eyeing up the sides of the ancient looking building. Couldn’t they just fly up the side? Tempting, but he wasn’t the highest ranking one here. Perhaps for good reason.[break][break]

By the time he entered, the rest of the group had lined up their fire types in front of the braziers. At least Dallas hoped that was what they were aiming at. Burning the rogue Rocket out of the tower sounded like a terrible, although admittedly interesting idea.[break][break]

“I’ll take this one.” He announced, releasing his Fletchinder and heading to the brazier nearest the pillar marked for the Magmortar. “Might as well make it a bit easier. And make sure we don’t burn more than the braziers.” Dallas followed the lead of NIKOLAI PETROV . Grabbing one of the pinned-up paper tags and pocketing it. Dallas couldn’t read it, but maybe he could find someone that could after this was all said and done. Another pocket was filled with some leftover shards. More for monetary reasons than any academic knowledge like the paper tags.[break][break]

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Wonders why they can't fly up the side of the tower[break][break]
Takes a brazier of Alexei Ivanov's Magmortar's hands[break][break]
Yoinks a paper tag and some shards

[attr="class","dlz"]

this is beginning to feel like
THE LONG WINDED
blues of the never this is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

[attr="class","theugly"]

@lesgo bois