The sound of ectoplasm being blasted apart before coming back together again is a familiar one. Being an archaeologist in the world of Pokémon meant coming across your fair share of Ghost-type Pokémon.

And most of them weren't exactly friendly.

It was for this reason that Remiel considered himself something of a part-time Ghost-type specialist. And it was for this reason that he remained unfazed when a tiny splash of ectoplasm splattered across his cheek. Pulling a small cloth out from his jacket pocket, the royal calmly wipes it off as he responds.

"Bold of you to assume I don't have my own reasons for being here. Then again, I suppose being on your hands and knees at the behest of your master is the only life you must know. Poor thing."

Meanwhile, the SHADOW BALL that comets towards Galahad manages to connect with a dark miasma of an explosion. Though the armored Pokémon had braced itself, the attack managed to stagger it backwards before it stepped forward again with a grunt and a glowing light emanating from its fiery eyes.

"You lack worthwhile IDEALS."

Pointing a single hand forward, the Armarouge commands its PSYCHIC power to seize the Gengar and tear it apart from the inside out.

MP ADDED!

10 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

MP THREAD TOTAL 🎟️ 70

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SHORE: RM ♔ (1/3)
RESURFACED TREASURES 💰
marcus kotov

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As far as Remiel Calcifet was concerned, this was just another faceless GRUNT in the masses hoping to curry favor with declan walsh and his mates. Excessive pride had been at fault for plenty of his own mistakes before, and perhaps it would be again someday. However, this time, the royal was certain he'd be the teacher guiding the lesson of its consequences.

"You're out of your depth," He says, cold cobalt hues coming to life with the firelight from his SHINY ARMAROUGE's pauldrons. "And I'm out of time for this sort of nonsense."

When presented with a GENGAR and its poor attempt to HYPNOTIZE him, Remiel simply looks away as GALAHAD readies an ARMOR CANNON with raised arms.

"Fire."

BWOOSH!

MP ADDED!

10 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.

MP THREAD TOTAL 🎟️ 60

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SHORE: RM ♔ (1/3)
RESURFACED TREASURES 💰
marcus kotov

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Remiel doesn't take insult from Razz's assumption, though the brief pause and narrow-eyed look on his face might imply it. "I wasn't expecting to run into you like this, no. You aren't exactly hard to find. I was just waiting for the right—"

Unfortunately, the exiled prince is also caught off guard just then as the rope they grip onto yanks them forward. Before he even has a chance to rebalance himself, he rather unceremoniously collapses under Razz's weight when the ranger crashes into him. Aside from an uncomforted grunt, Remiel simply takes the other's hand and gets back up before dusting himself off.

"Yeah, that might be a good idea." He chuckles as a nearby referee whistles at them to abandon the event. As they're walking off to a small area with picnic tables in the carnival, however, the royal looks over and addresses the Copperajah in the proverbial room. "So... I suppose me crossing over and mingling with your comrades might have come as a surprise to you. This time last year we were enemies, after all."

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RANGER ROLLICK + ♔
Razz Kingsman

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Remiel understood her completely. And, frankly, he was happy to hear that Alexei Ivanov was there for her as well. The man was one of his oldest and closest friends in Hoenn, after all. It would be good for Elise to experience that kind of friendship herself outside the scope of her royal upbringing.

When she unearths a particular memory from that time, however, Remiel visibly cringes. "Ugh. Don't remind me..." He chuckles, shaking his head as he casually pulls his caramel apple away from Albian's hungry beak. "I was practically an entirely different person as a child, wasn't I? Far more... compliant. I'm sure mother would have preferred me to stay that way."

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CARNIVAL DAY OFF + ♔
MISSION: CARNIVAL CAMARADERIE
Elise Calcifet

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The KITAKAMI TEA PAVILION was a modest establishment on the outskirts of VERDANTURF TOWN. It was, in fact, just a few minutes of a walk away from the gated safehouse Remiel Calcifet had been staying at more frequently these days. Of course, he had no reason to tell Rowan Wrynn that yet— even if they were on the same side now.

Sharing a decades-old tea set, with plenty of gold lacquer repair where cracks had once been, the men are offered great privacy behind a traditional sliding door. However, just in case, it seems Remiel has allowed his LESSER SHADOW DREEPY permission to roam free. UBE haunts their tea room silently, drifting in and out of visibility, through walls, and from the ceiling above.

"It's been a while. A handful of people thought Team Rocket had caught up to you." Remiel says, ignoring the passing Dreepy as he pours his old friend the hot water necessary for their matcha tea. When finished, he pours some for himself. "I knew better. Though taking an unannounced sabbatical was a bit alarming regardless."

Finished with his pouring, he sets the jar down and looks back up at the man sitting across from him. Something had changed. That much was easy to tell.

"Where did you go?"

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DEAD LEAVES & THE DIRTY GROUND
Rowan Wrynn

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"Not quite. I had to learn these on my own, actually," Remiel responds as eldritch abominations begin to manifest in the mist beyond. Coming here was never an easy affair, was it? He sighs before calling his Falinks off from mining.

"Heads up. We have trouble."

The first of these abominations to claw itself into their reality is a mutated fusion of a KECLEON and a HOUNDOUR. It is a KECLEDOUR. And, when it dares try to extend its tongue to try and whack him (LICK), Remiel smacks said tongue away with the blunt edge of his pickaxe.

The creature whimpers as it reels its injured tongue back in. Before it can do so, however, the troop of Falinks at Remiel's command descend upon it from all angles. Their CLOSE COMBAT proves wholly effective against its Normal-typing. And, before long, it is pushed back into the oblivion where it had come from.

💠 BATTLE A FUSION POKEMON

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Remiel wished he could have said that they might have bumped into each other in that Renaissance Festival once upon a time. Perhaps they'd have recalled sitting next to each other at the jousting match or standing in line for a turkey leg. But, alas, his youth had been spent gazing out at said festival from the top of a castle balcony instead. Every year it had served as a reminder.

Nevertheless, there were graver matters to attend to anyway. Nothing a cup of medicinal tea could solve either. Eldritch abominations drifting in and out of reality; nightmares clawing their way to life. When Desiree reveals the fact that she's seeing them, too, Remiel realizes things are only about to get worse.

Sure enough, her Hatterene is forced to defend them against a PSYSHOCK before a strange creature— a PIDGETALES, for lack of a better name— emerges into their reality to try and strike the exiled royal with a WING ATTACK. Thankfully, his troop of Falinks COUNTER the attack and fend the abomination off.

Despite the fear, anxiety, and paranoia, settling in stronger than ever, Remiel turns to Desiree and tries to offer some reassurance. "Don't give up. This is going to pass. It needs to!" He assures her, watching as the Pidgetales unleashes a ferocious FLAMETHROWER upon the now scattering troop of Falinks.

"NO RETREAT!"

💠 BATTLE A FUSION POKEMON

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EXTRACTION + ♔
DESIREE BLOOMS

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