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Another shift.

This time, they were on a tower, but Soup didn't care.

Who was he to sentence others to their deaths? Was this really what it meant to help? Was the burden of charity reserved for only those with the mental fortitude to know that they were responsible for the lives of others?

He did not know.

People rush around him, doing things that he doesn't understand. Soup watched numbly as things happen all around him, people running and carrying Jirachi and all sorts of other things.

However, he snapped out of his brooding when Ho-oh dove at the tower. What on earth? That was definitely the legendary Pokemon, all right, but it looked... wrong. And there was a boy, more corpse than human...

The tower started to collapse, and reality itself went with it, breaking apart.

What was going on here?

Soup released Achlys, the Crobat flapping immediately, and landed right on her back.

"Sorry, Achlys," he yelled to be heard over the chaos around him. The Crobat flapped frantically to hold the weight of both herself and Soup, and to hopefully slow their fall.

As he fell, Soup thought of a wish, thinking of Jirachi. He knew that it might be reckless, especially knowing what had just happened with the angry Ho-oh and the zombie kid. If he'd connected the dots properly, there could be hell to pay from this.

But he couldn't stop himself.

He wished, silently, to understand what he saw. There was a great wealth of information here, in the past, but it was going by too quickly, and if he could decipher all of this... there was no telling how much good he would be able to do for those who were less fortunate, and what wealth of information he could bring back to the present time.

Then, at least, he could help right the wrongs that had plagued Hoenn, like he wasn't able to before.

It's the oddest of feelings when he never touches the water. More than that it's like he swings upright until he's standing with his feet planted in a tower he's never actually seen for himself. There's a moment where his stomach lurches at the change in motion, the sudden stop and then at what he sees before him.

Evan can't make sense of it and instead, he finds his eyes franticly moving and searching for the one things that's been consistent in this mess so far. Laurence is somewhere and he seeks him in the mess in front of him, eyes avoiding the grotesque scene. He spots the blond, his feet move to navigate towards him and then suddenly they fall out from under him.

No- the tower falls.

They're plummeting "Laurence!" his hand reaches for him as they fall, clinging for the one thing that makes him feel safe in this endless illusion, mirage, cruel joke of the gods, whatever it is.

"Don't let go." he knows he won't, not if he can help it. The one things that's become truly stable in his ever changing life is the knowing that Laurence is there. Will be there. Protectiveness be damned, in moments like this Evan is grateful for it.

And then- as they fall, a teal tag slaps against his other palm. His fingers close in on it out of reflex. With effort he pulls it near his chest, eyes darting to the bright teal of the tag. He knows what it is, recognizes it from stories and murals and other such paintings in his travels. The story is so old.

Evan cannot be sure he has any right to a wish but he asks for something nonetheless. He asks of this, of why they are here, of why he has been drawn into the matters of the gods yet again.

Why have you brought me into this?
Why do you drag me back to you when you once rejected me as you did?
What do you want of me?
I wish you would tell me why you want me here
When you rejected me all those years ago?

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Before Maverick could even registered what was going on, he was teleported once again away from the intense battle. And by the time he realized he was being teleported again, it stopped at another place. Warm colored orbs flickered over the scene before him. A odd sensation fell over him as he watched the actions move faster than normal speed. Familiar faces and pokemon appeared until it slowed to normal speed once again. What in the hell was going on? Was he dreaming?

The gym leader gasped as he witnessed this man get cut in two, only to be brought back to life with side effects. He glimpsed and peeled his eyes away. It was the help of the tower that started to tremor that aided in his attempt to look away. His gaze flashed over as the scene shifted once more, only to be free falling as the tower comes down. The man shouted, hands reached up in hopes to find anything to grab to spot his descend. His cry for help was ignored by others but heard from his pokemon. From within his pocket, a ball burst open and a creature materialized before him in seconds. The hydreigon wasted no time in reacting to his trainer’s plead for help. He dived down just below Maverick, letting the man land roughly on his back. The gym leader gasped for air as the landing on Orion’s back was harder than he would have liked. It took a moment as he tried to catch his breath and adjust himself on his back. “Thanks for saving me,” he breathed a sigh of relief, the dark and dragon type gave a gesture of ‘you’re welcome’ in return. Maverick let his gaze fall to the sea, seeing he just barely save his life.

It was at that moment he noticed this add glitch in the world. Was he about to be teleported again? An odd sensation washed over him as numbers little wish tags floated around him. One in particular, was within his reach. His arms extended out to grab it. When he was within inches of grabbing it, he closed and eyes and made his wish. “I wish to have the rest of my old pokemon back.”

And now he was falling. This ride just won't stop, Oscar didn't get more than ten feet before this nonsense began. At first he was scared shitless, but eventually he supposed that since he was ethereal there was very little risk of him dying. That is, unless he turned physical again at the last second. That would just be god-damn peachy.

Oscar sighed as he flipped about in mid-air. Was this what his life amounted to? Was he doomed to be a passenger on some unknown cosmic adventure for the rest of eternity? He had spent so much time and effort trying to prove his worth, and now he was trapped between time. Who was he trying to prove himself to? Rocket? Himself? Ugh, as if it even mattered. He didn't even succeed; the only thing he proved was how much of a failure he is. He just wasn't strong enough.

You know what, splattering against the ocean didn't seems like such a bad idea anymore. Oscar watched the water, more or less accepting his fate in a bout of existential depression, when strange tags began appearing all around him. Were these what he thought they were?

"No way!"

There wasn't any reality where this would work, but Oscar had to try. The worst that could happen is nothing happening. He closed his eyes and spoke his desire.

"I wish for power."


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