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She took the chance to collect herself.[break][break]

Wiping the vomit from her mouth, Bailey Cooper stumbled out from a piece of rubble that her Vikavolt had dropped her behind. Her nausea had passed, if only because she had emptied everything that could have worsened her symptoms.[break][break]

Her eyes raise, tired and beyond fed-up, to the sight of kyle lopez , noah faber , and FERNANDO SILPH .[break][break]

“Uh, did it fuck off?” Her eyes would glance to the others in the distance, wondering what the clustering was and why they had splintered. “And who the fuck was making those holes?”[break][break]

Krookodile returned to her side, also unaware of the shoe nonsense.[break][break]

She had seen persephone amavi .[break][break]

Where was mateo martinez ? [break][break]

“Did I... miss the something?”[break][break]

tldr: finished vomiting. talking to the boyz

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“...probably not?”[break][break]

She does not sound confident.[break][break]

“but I doubt anyone will know about this place,” and as she pushed through the double doors, they were greeted by darkness and the staleness of the air. Dust was suspended, disturbed by the exposure to the outside. “I've been training here for years.”[break][break]

Bailey navigated through the dark, running her hand along a cracked plaster wall until she touched metal.[break][break]

She pulled down the breaker, kicking on the lights to reveal what had once been a battle arena—the faint square grid still visible, with floodlights from the ceiling directed to the pokeball center.[break][break]

“Used to be an old training club that used to gather here. When Slateport got taken over, everyone scrammed,” or so she hoped.[break][break]

The state of disrepair suggested that nobody was coming back. It was just her.[break][break]

The last one to know.[break][break]

"Been awhile since I've been back," which would explain the lock around the parking lot.

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She drove carefully.[break][break]

The events of the New Years Festival hung unspoken. Bailey was not sure what there was to say—by the time she had realized what had transpired, she had been wiping vomit from her mouth.[break][break]

It would not have been a good look.[break][break]

She revved the engine, gently coasting as she lane-split between the rows of cars. It made the trip to the outskirts of the city far faster than it should have been. When traffic backed up, she cut through the lines to get to where they needed to go.[break][break]

An empty warehouse. The parking lot was empty, and tall piles of rubble had been scooted to the sidewalk. The dilapidated building rested in a portion of the city that was still under reconstruction. Yellow tape tried to ward them away, and the tall chain link fence had been latched shut to prevent entry.[break][break]

But that was why she had bolt cutters.[break][break]

“I'm a cop.” She'd say as she crunched through the cheap Masterlock. “So don't sweat it.”

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“Oh fuck—!” Was Bailey Coopers exclamation as she was suddenly lurched upward, straight out from the tunnel that had served as her shelter. In the air, spinning as fast as she had been thrown, the Elite Four member was made immediately aware of the feeling of vertigo. It was a surge, as if all of her organs had been chucked into a washing machine in the middle of its spin cycle.[break][break]

And it made her sick.[break][break]

Clasping both hands to her mouth, she was overwhelmed by the immediate transition... and the fall that came after it. Plummeting straight down, she wondered how she always found herself in these situations—falling from tall heights should have been nothing new to her.[break][break]

But it was still uncomfortable.[break][break]

Her mouth felt wet, like her saliva glands had gone into overdrive.[break][break]

“Fuck,” and her stomach seemed keen to remind her that the pastry she had ate from earlier had not settled. Something about the red bean paste continued to haunt her, and that was now aggravated from her constant aerial bullshit. She had been running and jumping since this battle had unfolded, and now it felt like there was a different type of bomb ticking down in her stomach.[break][break]

She was caught. “Oh no. It's coming up.”[break][break]

Instead of saying “thank you” to her savior, Bailey Cooper turned her head and vomited.[break][break]

Krookodile, who was oblivious to the state of his trainer, thrashed with a fury in the arms of the jellyfish. Even when his body is collided against other pokemon, he raged.[break][break]

And with each strike sustained, it was almost as if he grew stronger.[break][break]

The more damage sustained, the better.[break][break]


He would thrash until there was just enough room for him to press his legs against the body of the creature, letting his claws sink in deep as he pushed with a gradually increasing force...[break][break]

But he refused to release a tentacle.[break][break]

He intended to rip the appendage straight from its body in a show of force and gore.[break][break]

LGjfl6G3[break][break]

tldr: bailey is caught and vomits because goddamn she's been thrown around a lot. krookodile uses payback and intends to try and rip off one of the tentacles.

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Beneath the ground, Bailey was unaware of the situation unfolding.[break][break]

She could, however, feel the shift of the earth. It came as a low rumble that radiated up from the tunnel that Krookodile had dug. As she placed her hand to his arm to maintain balance, her first thought was of the bomb. Had it exploded?[break][break]

No, that wasn't quite right... because the rumble felt as if it had come from underneath her, then upward.[break][break]

Like a ground-type move. Like a pokemon was gathering resources beneath the ground and pulling upward.[break][break]

The move dig was a two-part attack. First came the retreat, then came the attack. Krookodile flexed his claws, and before Bailey could think to stop him, watched as her shadow pokemon lunged upward to the ceiling of the make-shift tunnel.[break][break]

“Wait! Dumbass! That might be one of our own—” but protests were lost on the ears of a pokemon that had spent far too much time not fighting.[break][break]

Because shadow pokemon were not always inclined to listen to their trainers.[break][break]

He lunged, bursting up from the ground in a similar manner to the stone edge, and would happily drive his clenched fist into the closest pokemon.[break][break]

Just by sheer luck, it was aimed for a foe that he had battled before. The jellyfish.[break][break]

euGo23zo[break][break]

tldr: krookodile used the second part of dig to punch the jellyfish.

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Standing in front of the newly refurbished pokemon center, bailey cooper was reminded that the reconstruction of slateport was still taking place. Little by little, day by day, the damage wrought by rocket was being unwound.[break][break]

She remembered how this street had been reduced to piles of concrete and mortar. Now, an effort had been made to restore it to its former glory. Scars could only be found if someone bothered to look for them; yet, she knew that the memories were still present in the minds of those that passed by her.[break][break]

“Yo,” and she would wave to catch Kyle's attention. “I brought a spare helmet with me. Safety first, or whatever the fuck.”

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The sight of the acid rain raised immediate concern—afterall, bailey cooper had seen the effects of the strange, corosive liquid firsthand. It was why her krookodile was so deeply scarred, and the thought of what it could do to her own body was not something to be taken lightly.[break][break]

So, she sought shelter in the closest place. Jumping down from the roof, the Elite Four member feels her ankles ache as she threw herself into the closest place: the hole that her krookodile had already dug. It was like a repeat of mossdeep, where the safest place to be was underground and out of sight.[break][break]

Even if the clown was gone.[break][break]

“Stay put, Gator!” she'd call into the depths, alerting her shadow pokemon to the potential threat that loomed overhead.[break][break]

And if the bomb did go off, they would be far safer down here.[break][break]

aefT5IIb[break][break]

Vicky the Vikavolt, on the other-hand, had a different view as the events unfolded. The rising winds were not overlooked by the flying insect... nor was the beast ball.[break][break]

As everyone attempted to converge on the object, the vikavolt had the advantage of already being airborn. The only reason it felt inclined to go for the capsule? The mere fact that it was what remained of the clown foe.[break][break]

Its wings beat into a wild, buzzing fury as it utilized agility in a wild attempt to snag the capsule.[break][break]

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tldr: krookodile hides from the acid rain with the use of dig while bailey takes cover in the hole it dug. vikavolt notices the ascending beast ball, and attempts to snag it with the use of agility (has used agility x2 and tailwind x1).

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She revved the throttle, just to feel the rumble of the engine.[break][break]

Long gone were the warm summer days, where Hoenn's weather could bless her with its perfect, temperate days. Now, Bailey Cooper had her hands tucked into her jacket, feeling the cold air of the afternoon grace her face. The warmth from her motorcycle was the only source of heat available to her. That was why she sat atop it, using her own weight to keep the bike upright.[break][break]

One foot propped against the curb, she breathed into her hands again. She was waiting for someone.[break][break]

It was only when her phone rumbled that she brought her hands from her face. “You get my text? I can come pick you up, if you want,” and she waited to hear Kyle Lopez's reply as she cradled the phone to her ear.[break][break]

“I got plenty of time on my hands, so I figured some one-on-one training would be good, if you're still interested.”[break][break]

She had been feeling anxious—maybe it was the events of the New Years Festival that had gotten underneath her skin.[break][break]

Restless was one way to describe how she felt.[break][break]

“Just give me fifteen minutes to get to you. Or, if you'd rather, I can just forward the address. I know a place.”

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[attr="class","youfalltop2"]SO I'LL CLOSE MY EYES & PRETEND I AM SLEEPING

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[attr="class","youfallbot2"]AVOIDING THE CHANCE THAT YOU VISIT MY DREAMS

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It was time.[break][break]

“You ready to have your chance? Finally?” She'd shout to mateo martinez as he joined the charge, trying to get in one last joke before combat would consume every thought.[break][break]

The rising bulwark resisted the concentrated burst of electricity, causing the zap canon to fizzle and dissipate into nothingness. Bailey witnessed the rising of the wall, followed by the attraction of the mines—it was why she breathed a sigh of relief when kyle lopez had the sense to detonate the string of mines behind him, keeping them from being added to the growing cluster.[break][break]

It meant that she had limited time to act. Her eyes may have drifted to the lighthouse—to the descending ball and the sight of the commissioner and her engulfment in an all-too familiar foe—but her hands were tied.[break][break]

All or nothing. Her hand fetched into her jacket, to where her two capsules rested, and she cursed that she had to work with a limited roster. “Guess I can't bitch too much,” because she would have to work with what she had. “Alright, Vicky... we're dropping.”[break][break]

Even with the effects of the tailwind deployed by persephone amavi still active, she knew that she was slowing down her pokemon. The faster she could let her loose, the better.[break][break]

“I got an idea! Just start attacking the shit out of it!”[break][break]

Another deployment of agility—straight through the rising wall. Bailey Cooper clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as they passed through the barrier, as if she had worried that it was a physical construct. These invaders did not function like normal pokemon. Everything was a surprise.[break][break]

But she breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the other side, away from the unstable construct that seemed to glow brighter with every mine that managed to reach it, like a light-bulb that was starting to overcharge. Why bother attracting the mines to it if the light screen was passable? It wasn't a literal wall—[break][break]

Another light-bulb came to light. This time, it went off in her mind. “Oh, fuck,” and she wondered where these rare moments of genius came from. “New idea! New fuckin' idea!” Her finger would spin in a counter-clockwise motion to the sky—a motion that her bug-type understood.[break][break]

Vicky the Vikavolt would drop her on a nearby rooftop, and Bailey felt her feet dislodge roof tiles as her boots roughly skidded down the slanted surface. The bug would leave her trainer behind, flying straight upward as some began their assault on the Ultra Beast.[break][break]

Bailey Cooper watched her Vikavolt's ascent as she dropped one pokeball from her person, letting Krookodile materialize by her side.[break][break]

Junctioned between the lightscreen and the lighthouse, they fixed their gaze on the ultra beast. What came next needed no orders, just a shared nod from shadow pokemon to trainer.[break][break]

Sand Tomb was the first move he deployed—launching himself from the roof with such force that the building shuddered beneath her, and letting the displaced tiles and motor be the material the move would utilize. The swirling vortex of shingles and concrete would be aimed for the Ultra Beast from a distance.[break][break]

And regardless of if the Ultra Beast would turn to acknowledge Krookodile, the shadow pokemon would lunge itself towards the ground, burrowing beneath the surface; dig.[break][break]

SYhG9omK[break][break]

tldr: vikavolt used agility to help bailey get past the lightscreen. bailey is now positioned between the lightscreen and the lighthouse. vikavolt flies up to circle overhead. krookodile uses sand tomb to initiate combat with the ultra beast, then dig, cuz lmao I don't wanna get clapped.

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Revenge was not what burned.[break][break]

What burned was the ruins that she remembered all too clearly—rising towers of smoke and decay, where buildings were hallowed and left to stand like charred, twisted monoliths. Someone that was a public figure would fail to understand it, as they had never been so dirtied, so scarred, as to watch an entire city laid to waste with a single god-shattering glance.[break][break]

Freya Morningstar had witnessed it, but Bailey was skeptical to the extent of her involvement. After all, when Bailey Cooper had been engulfed in flames, standing before the Guzzlord, hadn't the council woman been a safe distance away? Attacking from afar, and trying to stay out of harm's way?[break][break]

Bailey had been there all along; right in its sights, right on the ground, right in the thick of the fight.[break][break]

This clown had to be stopped—would one call it revenge if they twisted a man's wrist for holding a gun to their head? For disarming an assailant with a knife?[break][break]

No, because that would be stupid—more stupid than the assumption that the Elite Four rested in a hierarchy that left them subjects to the orders of others.[break][break]

There was only one prerogative that the Elite Four was supposed to hold in their hearts, and that was the desire to protect the region. They had to uphold it.[break][break]

They had to throw themselves into the fray, as they were the strongest.[break][break]

She had fought these creatures, and she would fight once again. A third battle to add to her growing experience, and this clown-like creature seemed more akin in strength to the translucent jellyfish that had attacked her in the depths of the Space Center.[break][break]

That meant it could be stopped. It was not like the Guzzlord, where the dying wish of a Legendary was what won the fight.[break][break]

Her eyes drift back to the sight of persephone amavi and knew that the rest would follow. It's time.[break][break]

When the minefield was deployed, she opted for an aggressive approach. acrobatics was what she ordered to her vikavolt as they zig-zagged through the array of brightly colored bombs that dispersed like balloons.[break][break]

And it was the hasty approach that allowed for them to slip through, just barely missing one of the deployed explosives by a hair's breath.[break][break]

zap cannon was what followed after.[break][break]

tldr: used acrobatics to move through the bombs, then zap canon to attack.[break][break]

h|HKyO2e

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In the collision, Bailey Cooper was wretched from her Scoliopeed's grasp.[break][break]

Her body hit the concrete, rolling across the ground in a fashion that had become all too familiar to her. The hard, gritty, and unforgiving surface of the street felt as if it was pushing up against her with each rotation, stabbing into her exposed flesh—another series of scrapes and cuts that would bleed and eventually scab.[break][break]

It stung. Her mind processed this pain the same way it processed the adrenaline. Hot—she thought—as memories of countless endeavors seared to the surface of her mind. It was like auto-pilot—like letting the body respond before the brain could react. She took her sense of self and shoved it into the trunk of a car, and then lodged her foot to the gas pedal.[break][break]

It was why she was able to recover mid-turn, mid-toss, and let her elbows drag as she spun and tried to return back to her feet.[break][break]

Scoliopeed was withdrawn the moment a hand was free.[break][break]

And when her head was raised, she could see the chaos—could hear the screams and the broil of the fire that wretched through the New Years Celebration. The maimed bodies were visible, even as they tried to shrink away from the bouncing beast.[break][break]

People were going to die. Just like Regirock. Just like Slateport. Just like the Space Center. Just like Mossdeep. A hyper beam was what pierced her mind with its hot, furious light as those thoughts burned through her. “Fuck!” [break][break]

But not if she could be fast enough. Just for once. Just for fucking once—![break][break]

The desire to win propelled her to her feet, launching her like a springboard. To action. To the fight. To the dance that she had skirted oh-so-many times before.[break][break]

One more fandango with a “space pokemon,” or whatever official name the League had dreamed up for these invaders. Who fucking cared? [break][break]

She had coined her name first.[break][break]

It was the job of the Elite Four to protect the region. It was the job of the Elite Four to hold the line. To the boundaries, where they could skirt with the enemy—the most dangerous job, but also the most indispensable, despite the risk of life that came with wearing this bloodied mantle.[break][break]

Let the experienced handle the threat. Let their skill be the decisive factor that would turn the tide.[break][break]

But it seemed as though someone misunderstood this simple concept—someone misunderstood the fire of a burning victory star that had no time to waste.[break][break]

Bailey Cooper spared Olivia Abbiati a glance—one that sang of past violence and past trials that she had routinely overcome. It was a moment of eye-contact that was only broken by the sight of the explosive that was propelled right towards her. An insult. Who would throw a live explosive to someone recovering from a fall, and then shout orders as if they had not placed them in a disadvantageous position?[break][break]

Bailey was not the brightest, but even she knew that was stupid.[break][break]

Protect the civilians? That was the job of every other trainer here.[break][break]

Bailey Cooper had the real job, and it was not at the whim of the Council. It was beyond that.[break][break]

“I know where I'm needed,” and her eyes focused back to the dancing pantomime and the sight of its growing head atop the lighthouse—an explosive that would assuredly cause immeasurable damage.[break][break]

The visage of a hyper beam cutting through Mossdeep reemerged—she knew what these creatures were capable of.[break][break]

She ran. She pushed forward with the same fire that raised her from the ground, and let her feet beat down against the concrete as she ran to a feverish pitch. It had to be stopped.[break][break]

And as for the floating ball that was launched her way? A capsule burst from her waist, and from it came a monstrosity of a pokemon that only she could control.[break][break]

A shadow pokemon—the first of its kind. The tainted red flesh of the Krookodile materialized from its pokeball with a presence that seemed to speak of its taint.[break][break]

His reddened hand was raised, pulsing with malevolent energy as he gleefully sought the ball.[break][break]

And fucking spiked it. Payback.[break][break]

The ball would shudder from a force that no normal pokemon could hope to inflict, and was sent spiraling right to Olivia Abbiati .[break][break]

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Her eyes only looked back to her fellow Elite Four members, just to confirm if they would follow her charge. In the next moment, she would hop-jump in the air, letting her shadow pokemon grasp her by the waist— “like I'm a cheerleader, Gator.”[break][break]

That same thunderous strength would be used to toss Bailey upward. Another series of spins, Another head-rush as the nausea made her organs clench and leap to her throat.[break][break]

Gator the Krookodile was quickly withdrawn—if you have a way to quickly bring your pokemon back to your position, then why not abuse it?[break][break]

It was hard to tell the difference between the earth and the sky while mid-spin, so she let the light and the heat of the inferno that consumed the night market be her indicator.[break][break]

Another pokeball. Her fall would be halted by a pair of spindly appendages that would snag her arm, hoisting her mid-air and stopping her before she could make her descent.[break][break]

Vikavolt hold her steady, beating its wings at a furious pace. From up high, she had a vantage point that let her see where the ultra beast was heading—and how to intercept it. If this was a race, then Bailey would refuse to lose it.[break][break]

Agility was used as they raced to the lighthouse. It was not extreme speed, but it would have to make due.[break][break]

tldr: spiked the ball back to Olivia Abbiati . Currently trying to intercept the ultra beast using vikavolt and its move agility.

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