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❝Urghh. Fuck. We're too late. Where is— Katherine?!❞
“
Not a lot to work with but we’ll make do.”
The ex-Councilman exudes confidence in his split-second decision. They’re going to confront the glass workers. His stride forward brings him to the garage door, their infiltration forgotten under the duress of being short on time.
His hand clasps around the steel door knob, turning it in sync with the gears in his head. His approach is simple, albeit one he hates: the
Thomas Benoit method. Whatever value a flameless hearth may forge it is far from priceless. He just has to figure out what their buy-out is.
Thankfully, Silph is far from short on money.
Just as the door starts to part an
EXPLOSION knocks him clean off his feet. The epicenter of the blast catches him from the room several feet across from him, tossing him into the opposite wall with enough force to knock him flat on his ass. He’s not sure what’s worse, the searing heat or the raw kinetic energy that pops his back in all the wrong places.
But Fernando is not the only one to crumble. The building’s foundation buckles as drywall, wooden beams, and the structural integrity of the left wing tears apart at the seams. For all the creations the workshop has crafted in its lifetime, Team Rocket rectifies this in spades with utter destruction.
Lulu’s specialization as a hacker may hog the spotlight as her most defining feature but make no mistake, her prowess as an engineer does not go unrecognized.
Fernando is buried in spitfire and rubble. Blood pours from open wounds split open by shrapnel. The grumble that comes from his newfound deliriousness is muffled by a fit of coughs, choking on his own saliva as smoke burns through his eyes and nostrils.
“
Fuck.”
Bad idea. It doesn’t hurt to talk—in fact, he feels nothing at all—but pushing himself results in hacking up a loogie of red mucus and a sputter of
MISTY TERRAIN. His body locks down as his adrenaline numbed nerves signal for his body to enter fight-or-flight. He borders on unconsciousness as his knees curl up in a defensive fetal position.
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The body may fail, feeble and weak, but the spirit remains strong. It is not his own.
An Avatar’s boon is not one to be underestimated. Senri Harada, who died of asphyxiation and burns, was found frozen in ice so thick it was preserved well past his melting point. Fernando is no different.
An invisible, insidious fog bleeds from every pore on his body. Like pheromones, his body releases a defense mechanism to buy him time under the impression of an attack. It mingles with the smoke, breathed in by some, potent to the point that exposed skin is all it takes to take hold.
League?
Rocket?
Allies, friends?
The bond between trainer and Pokemon?
What are they?
Nothing!No one is here to help you. They want to hurt you. Kill you. Maim you into pieces to devour at their delight.
Fernando, the oldest and most practiced Avatar, loses control as his powers go awry. His
MILD-ALTERING MIST does more than rewire those affected. It turns them into savages as they descend into a self-destructive trance.
It makes Shadow Pokemon look tame.
An immortal aggression bubbles inside them unknowingly. Their body will subconsciously recognize only one truth: Everyone who is not Fernando Silph is your enemy. They must be disposed of.
Chu-e Choi’s Lopunny, who so graciously protects Zac.
Lulu Flint, who enters under the premise of doing good.
Her Gardevoir who
TELEPORTS outside, able to reach out to those who’ve yet to enter.
Zac Ramsay and his Dunspare, venturing forward with the most noble of intentions.
And, perhaps the most menacing disaster yet to be realized, another Legendary, Darkrai.
All are subject to the hate fueled gas.
But let’s not forget the other workshop employees, bunkered down in the collapsed garage, nervously trying to beat the flames back from reaching anything flammable.
Team Rocket's trap may have triggered but another ticking time bomb remains: madness inducing smoke and a final countdown until the encroaching flames set off something much more potent.
notes: - is about to confront the glass workers.
- team rocket's trap is
TRIGGERED.
- fernando takes the brunt of it as the nearest.
- is buried in the rubble, bleeding, choking.
- unknowingly releases a
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE mist.
- the mist mixes with the smoke and affects anyone exposed.
- those affected will be rewired to kill anyone who is not silph.
- the mist is spreading and will reach those outside with time.
- the garage fire is slowly spreading toward explosive material.