unfamiliar with as to what was going on. all mateo took notice of was the scene before him. PERSEPHONE CARTIER and her lucario were in trouble. no time to think, just action. "sceptile, LEAF BLADE!" emerging from its ball the grass-type maneuvered speedily to intercept the oncoming THROWN BOULDERS with RAZOR SHARP BLADES of his own. cutting them in half before lucaio could be struck.

mateo hastily jogged over toward persephone in order to place a hand upon her shoulder, when suddenly, "yo, p, are you o--wah, idjit!" he'd fall through her and landed flat on face. just what the heck was that? "what's the big idea, perse!? dammit, idjit..." mateo rubbed his face while receiving neither a response or a glance. no response. not even a simple glance.

Bare feet move about the wood panels of the Stray's balcony. A place Evan often finds himself these days. His fingers are still wrapped around the wine glass when he rises from he seat and moves to enter the building.

The door way does not open up to the second floors halls. There are no hotel doors on either side for him to enter, no stairway to walk down further. Instead there is a hitch in his step and he's reaching forward with his other hand to catch his glass before the contents are gone. Droplets hit the floor of the cavern and when his eyes rise to wander he finds himself in a rather unlikely place.

Evan's eyes grow wide at the sight of the old god in front of him. The words drifting past his ears are fleeting and barely have a chance to sink in before the stories of the old gods tumble through his mind instead.

"Why? Why me? Why again?"

He moves to avoid a flying rock, taking shelter behind a boulder and abandoning his glass before reaching for the pokeballs kept on his belt bellow his sweater. "Cervantes, steel wing, carry saffron into position." the flying rocks worry him less than the charging hyper beam.

The joltik scurries up his arm, leaping from his hand to the back of the steel bird as it appears. Cervantes takes to the skies, striking down flying boulders as it maneuvers through the cavern. The joltik knows it's job, when the beam fires off the Protect barrier goes up. Evan hopes for the best.

>>feel free to recognize evan
>>attempting to protect against the hyper beam!

Oscar blinked wildly, his mind racing as he took in his sudden misplacement. He couldn't remember what he was doing last, but it certainly didn't involve a massive rock monster in a cave. Oscar smacked his head with his hand, dumbfounded at the whirlwind of mayhem happening around him. His hand slowly slid down his face, his shock melting away. At this point nothing really surprised him anymore.

Oscar examined the fight and discovered two important facts. One being that he had no features and there were other featureless shadows lurking in the dark. Cool, guess this is just his life now. Second being that there were real people too, and the behemoth was keen on crushing them. Oscar couldn't care less about their safety, though then again maybe this was some sort of cosmic test. Perhaps if he helped repel this rocky beast he'd be free to go back to whatever he was doing previously.

It was as good a guess as any, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Oscar would get his chance to contribute was the golem unleashed a sweeping Hyper Beam. Yeah that wasn't gonna fly. Oscar ran forward, throwing a pokeball to unleash his Wobbuffet Deliverance. Oscar pushed against the living punching bag, grunting as he lead it toward the front of the target group. As the Hyper Beam approached, Deliverance would let out a sound of joy as a pink aura encased his blue body. Upon touching him, he beam's power would be reflected back to its wielder (Mirror Coat).

Another thing occurred that wasn't exactly intended but may become useful later. Deliverance's shadow stretched across the ground, latching onto the enormous golem. As long as Deliverance is on the field, the golem would be unable to escape (Shadow Tag).

tl;dr
Wobbuffet used Mirror Coat as the regirock used Hyper Beam upon the past fighters. 
Wobbuffet's Shadow Tag is in play. 

he’s still getting used to the sensation of displacement. where a pokemon’s teleport is immediate and clean in its precision, darkrai’s boon confers something that makes it feel as though the world itself resists dominic’s movement through its shadows - cold, robbing him of breath.

this jolt feels like neither of those things because when he lurches forward, it has the violence of a push between the shoulderblades. dominic’s vertigo is short-lived (he’s familiar with this sensation, too). he steps, stumbles, into the gloom of the cavern as the incoming group unseal the door and dominic watches as a kid moves inside.

the structure behind him shifts, its stone-limbs grinding as its eyes flicker alight like spotlights. snapping his head to follow the movement, dominic doesn’t need a name to recognise the titan by its reputation. the search party, the regirock, the losses suffered are recorded in numerous reports; black on white, filed away in the recesses of league and rocket archives alike.

and there he is; a dead boy, a forgotten footnote, @joey. dominic remembers what was left of his face, caked in mud, decaying and darkened flesh clinging onto bone. the boy is close enough to touch when he moves past him, and dominic reaches for him even when he knows his voice will never pierce the veil between them - "don’t."

illuminated by the glow of jeweled veins in the stone as well as by the light of the regirock’s eyes, dominic watches as stone lurches underneath the boy and strikes upward, crushing him. did he cry out? was it drowned out by the sound of grinding bone?

the ensuing violence and harsh light drown dominic’s spectral form. "fuck," he breathes, throat tight with a frustration that he can’t articulate.

dominic has never been helpless, his very blood repulses at the idea. he reaches for capsules at his belt - or for a gun, for anything - but drops his hand as shades of legendary deities fill the space around him. not even they can re-write events made absolute.

@hoennhistoria
not recognisable at the moment

Soup exhaled, his breath puffing visibly in the air of Snowpoint City. He had been so excited for this trip, until he'd heard of the fiasco that had happened with the aliens back in Hoenn. He could have been there, and fought. He could have helped.

Instead, here he was, running around after ancient history and dusty excavations. And he hated himself for it.

Soup shook the gloomy thoughts from his mind. He was here for a reason, after all. But suddenly, he fell flat on his face. Instead of being greeted by the feeling of snow-covered concrete on his arms, though, there was hard, stony ground. His other senses caught up soon after, with the lack of light, echoing noises, and familiar scent making him assume that he was underground.

He looked up, dusting off his pants, and oh dear god what was that. A huge monster, seemingly composed of rock--- Regirock, the word came to him--- beeped in a strange, inhuman, and terrifying manner before---

Soup retched as he watched a man--- no, a boy--- get destroyed by the Regirock's attack. Dear Arceus...

How did Soup even get here? And the scene, he realized as he got over his surprise and horror, was straight out of the past. He had heard of this incident. Who in Hoenn hadn't? And he wasn't fully present, either. His hand passed harmlessly through objects, and though he flinched as a stone crashed into the ground near him, the shards of rock harmlessly went right through him. But if he focused, he could do things...

And his Pokeballs were at his belt. With a quick prayer of thanks, he grabbed three, releasing his companions.

He might not have been around to help Hoenn in the present day. But he would be damned if he wasn't going to try and help out in the past, whether this was a time-traveling phenomenon or simply a hallucination.

"Athos, Deimos, Adonis. I think we're safe, but they are not," he explained, gesturing at the other people in the cavern. He'd seen flickering other people, but he disregarded them. Either they were others like him or something else entirely, and he couldn't do much about it either way. "Protect the others, please."

Adonis poked his head out of his apple, and unfurled his wings. The Flapple screeched at the Regirock, launching a high-speed Grav Apple at a rock that was hurtling towards them. Deimos the Heracross compounded this with a barrage of smaller, but still forceful Bullet Seeds.

Athos stepped forward bravely, the blades on the Gallade's arms flashing as he erected a Wide Guard to hopefully protect from the onslaught of attacks. Soup was slightly relieved, because though it appeared that he was invulnerable, it was always better not to take chances.

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SUMMARY
- Gloomy Soup is here!
- Soup freaks out but decides to try to help.
- Flapple uses Grav Apple to try and intercept an incoming boulder.
- Heracross uses Bullet Seed to try and intercept the same boulder.
- Gallade uses Wide Guard to protect from rocks and Hyper Beam.
- Soup probably won't recognize anyone. Sorry!