Is this what a shooting star – a minior – might feel like as it plummets down through the atmosphere into a world new world? One that feels so distant and yet so familiar, all at once. He’s falling, falling, falling… Only the wind caresses him soft and warm, rather than sharply chill like he envisions breaking through the clouds must feel like, his mind numb after plummeting and tumbling through all of these different skies. If it weren’t for all of the startling things Angelo has seen, all of the fire and carnage, perhaps he would have been lulled into a dream-like state as the clouds envelop him.

Then suddenly his feet touch the grass, almost stumbling as the world trembles, although Angelo cannot tell whether the shivering of his surroundings is from the world itself or his own dazed, sensory overloaded, brain. Releasing a breath, around him the forest seemed to explode into life, ghostly figures looking more solid and muffled cries becoming sharper, slicing through into his chest like shards of glass. But that was nothing in comparison to the shadow, the long stretch of cold that befell upon him from behind, Angelo turning on his heel to look at the creature that blocked out the light. Up, up up, his neck cranes, taking in the full height of the beast that summons images, faint and blurry, of some long-ago news coverage.

“That… Fuck, that can't be! The hell is going on?” Had it always been that large? Those hazy memories of him staring wide-eyed at the news felt a lot smaller…

If the situation had been any different, perhaps Angelo would have let his fascination, his bewildered intrigue, guide him towards the ethereal spacecraft. CELESTEELA, however, did not leave him with the luxury to elicit such reactions. Just a desperate need to act and a scratching, sensation of angry coals sitting in the bottom of his stomach as crimson blooms like flowers all around, with him useless to stop its spread. His fingers squeezed around a red-white capsule until his knuckles paled.

So many people appear frightened, injured, as they begin to slowly increase in clarity around him and Angelo finds himself lunging before he can register his actions as a young boy, probably no older than nineteen, stumbles on a favoured leg where red soaks the fabric of his trouser leg. “Woah there… I gotcha,” he shoves the lumps of burning rock down his throat, his voice deceptively calm as he reaches out to catch the boy, who’s image shivers at the corners. His fingertips squeezed a little too tightly into the man’s shoulders as he steadied him, his heart racing like it was attempting to kick through his ribs, yet his expression remained trained. He’d spent too many years telling jokes after a sibling took a nasty fall and muttering hushes assurances of scrapes not being so bad, his face does not betray his pained chest. “It don't look too bad but stick with me, just in case. We'll get out of here before you know it.”

The huge bamboo creature suddenly seemed to loom closer and, instinctively, Angelo pulled his arm back and whipped a pokeball through the air, releasing an angry water serpent towards their advisory in an equally furious red beam. As if the Gyarados was channelling both of their anger into one war cry, Volans lifted his head proudly and, with bared teeth, channelled his power; an explosion of water bursting out from the ground underneath the launch pokemon’s right appendage, waterfall attempting to knock it off balance or slow down its advance. Angelo takes a step away with the boy leaning into his side, eyes sharp like shars of ice fallen from a comet, unable to look away from the invader...

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- angelo lands in the mossdeep forest where celesteela is
- helps a league bystander
- gyarados attacks the celesteela with a waterfall to try and knock it off balance

the drop down feels violent. at the fringe of the clearing, where the trees meet the grass, dominic feels the oppressive presence of the CELESTEELA before he sees it. even raising his head to watch is almost like an exertion, as though a blanket of gravity coats him.

people rush past him, running from the ultra beast and deeper into the woods; if they see him they do not acknowledge him. dominic studies their panicked faces with a latent curiosity, trying to see if he can identify anyone, but the only one he did was priam conrad, and he was up ahead. he’d approach to assist, but he already knows the kid survived this encounter in the past and this nothing but a replay.

dominic watches the battle in the meadow as he paces at the treeline, glitching between corporeal and not.

@hoennhistoria

Oscar went from falling to being in a small house with a post-modern aesthetic and a lot of rock displays. He looked around frantically as his senses caught up to him, slowly discovering that he didn't feel any more powerful than before. He assumed that meant his wish didn't come true. Sighing deeply, the ethereal grump walked over to a window to see which significant event he ended up in this time.

In the distance he saw an enormous Guzzlord causing havoc through what appeared to be Mossdeep. Deciding that he was not willing to put up with--that--Oscar resolved to stay put until he was inevitably teleported once again. He walked over to a nearby dining table, pretending to sit in one of the chairs as he stared off into space. He was pretty sure he wasn't dead; this couldn't be his life passing before his eyes because he wasn't in Hoenn when a Guzzlord attacked Mossdeep. If this were a dream his wish from before would have come true, so what the fuck was happening?

Oscar was deep in thought when a noise caught his attention. He realized that he was tapping the table, and could actually feel the table top on his fingertips. Then he realized that his ass was firmly planted in the chair, which could only mean he once again became physical. Clicking his tongue, Oscar headed toward the kitchen. He opened the pantry, and luckily for him whoever lived here had gone shopping before evacuating. He chomped on some cookies before heading back into the foyer, stuffing his coat full of meteorites and rare stones. AT the very least he could try to make a profit off this nightmare.