near the last known location of regirock's tomb, several trainers have stumbled across an ominous opening. inside, they will find the ruins of the legendary titan, riddled with traps, treasures, and the mystical unknown. no one knows what awaits them but one thing is for sure — a new arc begins. despite the thin veil of peace, the public still faces unease.
after the ultra beast war, hoenn begins to heal. the megalopolan invasion may have failed; however, it is clear there is much more at stake. a prophecy revolving around a cyclical meteoroid, the appearance of necrozma and a dangerous and viral alien threaten the safety of the region once more.
with rocket's new boss, the resurgence and reappearance of the crime syndicate's presence is imminent. the league has done its best to repair its reputation, and with the victory of a war under their belt, perhaps it is enough. but the seeds of distrust have already been sown in the ravaged land of this region, causing many to wonder what will grow?
Oscar looked between his target and Dominic, his eyes wide with confused disbelief. "That's seriously the mission? What are we, rustlers?" Apparently, Oscar and his newly promoted boss Dominic were to surprise a herd of wooloo enjoying a drink by a lake near Fortree and capture them to sell off. Oscar supposed it all made sense, but to steal a bunch of livestock while their owner wasn't looking felt very--movie-esque to him. Like those old west stories from Unova, it just felt kind of silly.
Yet Oscar wasn't in a position to do much other than act perplexed, not like they get to choose their missions. Besides, to complete a mission with an Underboss was a great honor--even if the mission was ridiculous. From the perch overlooking the lake, Oscar pulled out a lollipop and flicked it into his mouth. He offered Dominic a lollipop as well before speaking, "How are we going about this? Please tell me the plan doesn't involve wooloo costumes. Or mightyena costumes. In fact no costumes at all would be ideal."
The wind suddenly picked up as Oscar completed his sentence. He swore he heard the sound of howling riding upon the breeze, but he wrote it up to his imagination. After all, he had been staring at wooloo for like fifteen minutes now, the mind was bound to wander.
dominic studies oscar through half-lidded eyes for a long moment, the ghost of a faint smile lingering across his face. ironically, this is the exact same type of mission he had completed time and time over back in kanto, even when he was underboss under blackwell; only there the pokemon were tauros and subsequently far less pleasant to deal with.
he accepts the lollipop and replies as he unwraps it. "god, no. they’re so stupid and skittish there’s no point even trying that. we just..." dominic makes a vague hand gesture in the general direction of the pasture, almost pure white in the way it’s studded with fluffy wooloo. "clump them together and toss as many pokeballs as we can at them. hope you’ve got good aim."
dominic puts the lollipop in his mouth, quirking his brow as he rummaged around a case to pull out two smaller bags, their contents clinking together like marbles. he gives one of them a good shake for emphasis.
"empty pokeballs," dominic explains as he tosses one of the bags for oscar to catch.
Oscar caught the bag, slowly opening it to peer inside. "That's a lotta balls." He noted deadpan, pulling one out and increasing its size in his hand. "Well let's get started. If we're not quick they'll wander off or something. One sec."
Oscar walked a few feet away before pulling out a pokeball of his own. Standing a safe distance, as not to have the sound of a ball opening scare the wooloo, he would release its contents. Oscar's Accelgor, Tir-na-nog, stretched its body before looking to Oscar for instructions. Oscar whispered his plan into his ear, and Tir nodded with acknowledgment. The two quietly sneaked back ti the vantage point, where Tir examined his targets for a moment before leaping off toward the wooloo.
Tir used Double Team in mid-air, creating a league of other Tirs to help in his mission. Before the Wooloos could realize what was happening, Tir and his clones had surrounded them. The wooloo were indeed too stupid to realize there was only one accelgor, and cowered in the clump envisioned by Dominic.
Oscar let out a sigh, "I can't fucking believe that worked. Alright after you." While Oscar and Dominic prepared their catching spree, Tir heard a rustling in the bushes behind him. He didn't bother looking, he had to make sure none of the wooloo got brave and tried to attack. Yet he felt uneasy, was something watching him?
dominic barely glances up to watch as oscar’s accelgor herds the wooloo together; once he realises the man’s plan lined up with what he had planned for in the first instance, he’s content to let it play out while he retrieves his own pokemon to finalise the operation.
his gengar takes shape in a burst of brilliant light. it offers a leering grin and a wave to oscar and then turns to dominic awaiting orders, smiling widely and bouncing on one foot and then the next in anticipation. dominic’s lips quirk to mirror the gengar’s grin and he reaches out to flash the pokemon’s gengarite at it, prompting it to slowly shift as it mega-evolves. when the transformation is complete, dominic jerks his head to the wooloo and murmurs, "go on."
the gengar shifts its gaze to the gathered herd and lunges forward; it won’t need to attack or do anything, really. its presence is necessary only to lock them all in place with its SHADOW TAG to ensure that their captures of the pokemon go as smoothly as possible.
dominic follows the pokemon, pulling out a handful of empty capsules, balanced between his fingers. he tosses out one, and then a second, at the wooloo, the pokeballs bonking them gently on their heads as they are forced inside. dominic is close enough to hear the snarling from the undergrowth, and inclines his head just in time to see a flash of red and white fur as what looked like at least three midnight lycanroc lunge for the clustered wooloo.
Oscar squirmed as Dominic released a gengar, one of the few ghost pokemon Oscar still openly fears. Damn things were always so malicious, and Oscar couldn't stand their unpredictable pranks. When the friendly spooky fellow waved at him, Oscar reluctantly let his guard down enough to wave back. Yet he stayed vigilant, lest the ghost get the jump on him.
Oscar squirmed more as the gengar mega evolved, now he was even scarier! That worked in their favor though, as the gengar kept the wooloo from running away. "Easy pickings." Oscar noted as he followed Domonic. These wooloo were sitting ducks now. Oscar joined in on the pokeball throwing, catching multiple before the attack began.
Three midnight lycanroc appeared, each intending to attack the wooloo. The first that Oscar saw was heading right for him, and if Tir hadn't broken his formation in order to run interference Oscar would have been chomped. Oscar cursed under his breath, he let the simplicity of the mission cloud his senses. Tir used his Sticky Hold to hold the lycanroc back, while Oscar quickly threw out a pokeball.
Out came the golisopod, Pride, who was eager to fight right out of the gate. The other two lycanrocs had figured out Tir's double team clones were fake, and they would soon be upon the wooloo. Oscar pointed to the one nearest to him, "Pride, take that one!" Pride let out a loud hiss as he enveloped himself in red energy and charged the lycanroc. The ravenous wolf noticed his opponent too late, and Pride slammed into it so hard that it flew back into the bushes (First Impression). Pride let out another hissing battle cry before diving into the bushes to finish the fight.
Tir had one, Pride had the other, the gengar would have to take out the third. Oscar looked to Dominic to observe his progress.
shaking off his initial surprise, dominic watches oscar’s pokemon dispatch two of the lycanroc with ease. fortunately, his gengar is quick to react, as though it had anticipated an assault before it happened; though it had no special forewarning, its eagerness for something to happen guided its actions.
the gengar is quick to fire off a SHADOW BALL from its parted jaw, sending the lycanroc flying backward from the gathered cluster of wooloo. as the lycanroc scrambles against the grass and mud to rise back onto its two feet, the gengar capitalises on the opportunity to giggle silently as it collects a handful of TOXIC sludge in its hands to throw at the wild pokemon.
although oscar’s pokemon seem to have the remaining duo under control, dominic flicks his wrist to release an excadrill as back-up. the pokemon squints against the light, but looks up to him expectantly nonetheless. "grab the one furthest up." the pokemon snaps its claws together and lunges into the dirt as it DIGS its way ahead, intending to grab at the same pokemon that the golisopod attacked.
the wooloos start bleating in unison at the commotion, and one of them bumps its head into dominic’s leg as if seeking reassurance. the underboss’s brow quirks into a frown and he firmly, but gently, pushes the pokemon away as he becomes suddenly conscious of how loud the herded pokemon can be.
Pride had gotten a good first hit in, but the battle didn't stop there. This lycanrock was tough as nails, and matched Pride blow for blow. It was getting to a point where Pride had started to get anxious, any more damage would result in him making an Emergency Exit. Yet as his anxiety reached its peak, help arrived.
Pride noticed the rising earth coming from behind his opponent, and swiftly came up with a plan to finish this fight. He attacked the lycanroc directly, pushing it back with a scimitar made of water (Liquidation). The lycanroc put up its arms to lessen the blow, but was pushed back nevertheless. Just in time for the excadrill to burst from the ground and deal the finishing blow. When the dust settled, Pride let out a sigh of relief. He gave the excadrill a nod of thanks before returning to his master.
Meanwhile Tir was holding on for dear life, the lycanroc he was attached to desperately whipped him around to dislodge his grasp. Feeling as though his sticky hold wouldn't last, Tir began to Giga Drain his opponent. It was a frantic few moments before the lycanroc began to slow, eventually losing its energy to resist Tir's grasp. The lycanroc eventually fell to his knees, before eventually collapsing completely. Tir made a sound of triumph as he let go of the beast and rolled onto his back. What a horrible experience.
Tir's lycanroc was the last to fall, and as Oscar surveyed the scene he let out a deep sigh. "Geez what a mess." It was only now that Oscar noticed a bizarre noise coming from the wooloo, it started off quietly but soon spread throughout the herd. At first Oscar thought they were crying for help, but their expressions said otherwise. Were they--thankful? They nuzzled up to their saviors, making Oscar extremely uncomfortable, "Whoa hey back off!" They did not.
They only ceased their affection when the voice of a strange appeared, "What in tarnation!?" Oscar looked toward the voice and found an old farmer wobbling toward them. Oscar shot Dominic a worried look, this wasn't good.