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Despite the efforts of himself and Emma, Oscar provides little help during the crisis. It seems to resolve without his input, and he reluctantly decides to call a quits. Oscar threw his lasso aside, stamping it out so that nobody accidentally poisons themselves somehow. Emma looked to her master, tilting her head as she awaited his instruction. Oscar shook his head as he pulled off his gloves, "Thanks for your help Emma, you're dismissed." Emma disappeared without a sound (Camouflage), crawling off to find a shady place to rest.

Oscar returned back to his company's stand one last time, watching as volunteers try to clean the wreckage. The remains of his prototype stared back at him mockingly, 'Nice job bro, that's some dank karma' it seemed to say. Oscar grimaced, lightly kicking an arcade cabinet as he turned to leave. This is why video games need to be outlawed, they bring nothing but bad luck!

As Oscar walked his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled out and read the text from priam conrad. He smiled lightly, touched by his unnecessary concern. Oscar texted him back, "You wanna steal some churros before you head out?"

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The picture that angelo vestri has sent Laurence Anderson only serves to whet her appetite when she takes a good look at the sheer chaotic madness the courier has found himself in. The sarcastic comment about clothes is ignored as Skyler finds herself sweeping a tongue over the sharp edges of her teeth. Adrenaline burns a path up her spine, demanding that she throw herself into the action.

So when the herd of Tauros thins out and the festival grows quieter, the captain finds herself having to beat back a bitter sort of restlessness. And while the familiar burn of tequila washes some of it away, it isn’t nearly enough to calm the violent staccato of her heart or to disguise the way her gaze reaches out. Molten silver reflecting the feverish itch under her skin.

Looking for trouble. Of course.

Clarabelle is kicking her way through the occasional unruly Tauros when a sharp whistle slips from Skyler’s lips, calling her back to the captain's side. The blonde's still a bit distracted with her thoughts when she turns her head to face Lars. "Why the sudden interest, Lars?" The words are drawled out through a shit-eating grin, a bright spark of mischievous intent coloring them. "Don't tell me you want in? Didn't take you for that kind of guy." 

Shameless laughter spills into the evening air, trailing behind blond curls as Skyler turns to approach one of the nearby damaged stalls. Silvery eyes study the shoddy wooden construction, pretending to assess the damage.

Then the captain's hiking the remains of her yukata further up her legs, proceeding to climb its side with thankfully more skill than she did the tree and hauling herself to the top of the structure with a huff.

Her bottle of tequila is still, somehow, in her possession.

Nothing terribly exciting meets her sweep of the area, and Skyler's teeth grit together in a display of frustration. Adrenaline still like a live current in her veins.

Laurence Anderson Celeste Abbiati  Lulu Flint Sabine Calcifet

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SPECIAL EVENT #2

congratulations!

TRUTH BE TOLD, the Tapu Bulu had been sleeping this entire time. Even the horrors of an alien invasion did little to wake the guardian from its slumber— but dormancy is the quiet prelude to renewed strength.

Or perhaps, the deity was simply lazy. But the Bull would never admit that to anyone.

After having faced terrible gusts of toxin from Andy Blackadder's ghosts, telepathic interruption from John Sullivan's Orbeetle, incineroar and some odd bamboo-esque creature it has never seen before— and calming rains from Eva Morales's Gallade, the deity comes to realize, in their horn lock-up with Zac Ramsay's improvised weapon, that they might have gone a little bit overboard.

As cool droplets slide down its charcoal muscle, its frenzied eyes shift into calmer shapes. Hearing Lavaridge's Gym Leader admonish him does little to his ego; however, harking back to similar situations where its laziness has done itself little good, the Tapu Bulu realizes it must do something to save face.

From its horns, an odd green glow surges forth. Its bell shakes with a steady, powerful rhythm. The green energy washes over Zac Ramsay before seeping into him like rain swallowed by fertile earth.

[attr="class","chosen"]YOU ARE WORTHY

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tapu bulu has chosen Zac Ramsay, the robust, as their avatar.[break]

zac receives the following perks:

• zac receives 10 infamy.
• zac can call upon a special GRASSY TERRAIN from himself at any time, without using a pokemon.
• this special GRASSY TERRAIN can also increase the PHYSICAL STRENGTH of pokemon and himself within it. the area of this terrain will be determined by the moderator in events.
• furthermore, any foliage within GRASSY TERRAIN can be willed to grow strong and durable. should zac so desire, he can reverse the growth, using the surplus energy to HEAL HIS OR HIS ALLIES' POKEMON, OR HIMSELF.
• this special GRASSY TERRAIN can also ENSNARE creatures caught within it, allowing him to receive one AUTO-HIT on ONE TARGET WHO IS CAUGHT IN IT ONCE PER THREAD.
• feel free to add tapu bulu to your party and choose its moves like a gachapon pokemon.

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INSTRUCTIONS

PLEASE STAY TUNED for an explanation of what the 1X CARROT SEEDS do! This event thread will close MARCH 7TH alongside an accompanying mod post regarding their usage.

No matter how many times he said it, it still wouldn’t change the fact that she brought this hell upon them. But there was some comfort in the fact that he recognized it. Lex leaned into him when his arm came to rest over her shoulders. She listened and followed his subtle gestures. Lex had only come to trust one person in her life that wasn’t herself, and that was Killian. Even when it came to her work, though, she worked alone. She’d get information she needed from Killian, but he wouldn’t take an active part in her side of the business. Her instinct and intuition had gotten her far in this life. Killian may trust these people, but Lex didn’t. When It came to the two of them, she trusted no one but themselves and their loyal pokemon like Loveless and Aubie. Everyone else could be bought or stolen.

It was the arm around her that made her feel better, not the eyes that watched them. She hadn’t forgotten the depth of Killian’s network. It still didn’t change the fact that these were dangerous people. Killian had found her, which meant they eventually would too, “Right,” she sighed in agreement, leaning against his chest. It might not be tonight, but eventually the time would come where Killian’s people wouldn’t be enough.

Regardless, she trusted Killian, and if he thought they were safe then she could find some comfort in that, “I’m sorry,” she repeated again, turning to look up at him, “Forgive me?” she asked with a small, playful smile behind the Espeon plushie. She even went as far as to move the arm of the plushie to gently brush his cheek with its paw, knowing all too well it would be too darn cute to resist.

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Oscar texted Priam back, "I'll meet you right outside of town. North." With a chuckle and a flourish, Oscar pocketed his cellphone and sought out churros. It didn't take long to find a stand, every festival had one. Naturally due to the excitement it had been abandoned, so Oscar grabbed four and headed north to find Priam.

Once he got there, he waited patiently and checked the time. It was getting late, but there was plenty of time left for shenanigans. Oscar chomped on a churro, hoping Priam would appear soon with a mind full of mischief. 

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