Though Gavin is sensibly afraid, there is no consideration of retreat.

In Rocket, he is a leader. A protector. And he will not stand back as his friends, his family put themselves at risk. So for Chu-e Choi and Eris Halla, and even for Kano Iyona despite their limited interaction, he remains.

Their group does not include only agents of Rocket, however, and his gaze flicks over Locke Jamison and John Sullivan in turn. He recognizes them both: Locke by appearance alone, having encountered the unfortunate courier on two excursions, and Doug for his position as gym leader. Unlikely allies against the monster, but allies nevertheless. A group divided was certain to fail.

Gavin extends his left hand toward the solitary tree that rises from the lake, then clicks his tongue.

With a bright flash, Claydol would attempt to TELEPORT itself and its trainer to land beneath the tree.

Upon impacting the ground, Gavin staggers, sweaty hands losing grip on the gold figurine he'd been clutching. It vanishes below the water, into the abyssal deep.

evdCteXy +24

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this is going on the assumption that the tree is sitting on a small amount of land?
if not they'd aim for the closest sand embankment
+24 for ?

Like the others, Chu-e takes the plunge and ends up in the putrid sludge below.

His Petilil clings tightly to his head as he's sucked under, given a baptism of grime and suck. He kicks up, tries to surface, only he can feel something pulling.

Frantic, he flails and kicks, gasps in surprise, sucks down the ooze. It slithers down his throat and it burns.

When Chu-e surfaces, his Petilil is missing and smoke rises from his mouth. It's not the intense flames like before but the residue of the berry makes itself known. The inside of his mouth and his throat is scorched and tastes like soot.

When Kano Iyona grabs him, Chu-e can't protest because he finds he can't speak.

Reluctantly, and already mourning for Olive, Chu-e pushes towards the island to join Cillian Quinn. When he crawls to the surface, exhausted, he coughs out a puff of smoke- something black and charred and smoking flaking onto the ground.

Forcing himself to his feet, Chu-e waits by the shoreline, hoping to see that Eris Halla, John Sullivan, and Locke Jamison. Plus maybe, if he's lucky, Olive the Petilil.

r3gY1nDP

?? + 24

i THINK i did all 3 of his in this? just lemme know if he swallowed the wrong sludge lol

YMCA

Into the abyss.

"Don't let go."

It is all that can be offered. She has chosen to see this through to the end. Now, they fall.

His body crashes into the water with a splash, hand clamped around Eris Halla' hand.

There's an unnatural calm in him that refuses to bend to the murky, unnatural waters that surround him.

Despite seemingly being magnetized to his palm, his gun slips off his grasp in the crash and sinks deep into the dark depths below.

That was fine. It had been useless before anyway.

You've already failed when it mattered. How much worse can things go?

Something unseen seizes him- Eris and Locke Jamison as well. It pulls at them from down under, threatening to drown them.

He kicks against it furiously, but even his own strength is not quite enough for the combined force the pull exerts upon them all.

Locke has the right idea, however.

His Audino is summoned, and joins them in on their efforts- but even then, it proves insufficient.

He follows with a pokeball of his own, releasing his Blissey back onto the field.

Horrible circumstances await her, suddenly dropped into a crisis scenerio without warning. Her instincts to preserve life prove strong however- her eyes flash as she sees the Audino's impressive swimming form, and despite their differing anatomy, the Blissey soon joins in, copying her perfectly.

Through synchronized swimming, the two somehow managed to generate a surging current from underneath the water- and it propels the trio and themselves upwards against the pull of the monster, disturbing the deathly still surface of the shimmering lake with a massive wave.

It rose high before crashing back down, dumping them all upon one of few banks of sand.

He coughed roughly upon the sands on landing, wheezing for breath as he forced himself on his knees.

"Still... Still alive, you two?" He rasped out roughly as he forced himself onto his feet, glancing back at his companions.

His Blissey Was the first to respond, groaning as she propped herself back up... and began to shrink.

Her little shoulder-pad like wings seemed to sink back into her flesh as she became a Chansey once more, blinking at herself for a moment in surprise.

For his part, he clicked his tongue.

Just their luck.

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KmgU0T_0+24

Consequences:
Lose faith in yourself (+30)
You are pulled strongly towards the monster (+50)
Have a Pokemon devolve (+30)
Form an attachment to someone/something, then break that attachment (+30)

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Fire burns him from the inside out once again, smoke filling his nose and lungs as much as the writhing liquid.

Chu-e wants to scream but only a gargling escapes. He grips at his throat.

The monsters rise and Chu-e is drowning and burning, eyes clenched tight.

But Chu-e's will is made of iron. His anger consumed him earlier to the point that, once, it seemed to burn out. While it might have been reduced down to ashes that does not mean that embers do not remain. It stokes back and Chu-e is furious. Furious for himself, for Kano Iyona, for Locke Jamison, for Cillian Quinn, for John Sullivan, and mostly for Eris Halla. His rage burns hotter than the fires in his throat.

The Wrathful knows no turning back.

Monsters bear down on him as he chokes for breath, his pokemon all gone, but Chu-e still fights. Black tentacles jut from his back, his fingers, thin as threads. They whip at the monsters and lash out at everything that comes close. Enemy, ally, it doesn't matter intention.

Chu-e is angry and everyone will know it.

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Chu-e has chosen the Wrathful

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Gavin impacts the sand, staggering on uneven footing when it shifts beneath his feet. He's relieved to see Kano Iyona and Chu-e Choi nearby, though that relief is short-lived when he also sees bony assailants clambering up the shore.

He's too far away, too slow, unless—

Lugia has dominion over the winds, said to rise from her deep ocean slumber to quell HURRICANES, or to cause them with a flap of her wings. His patron, though shadowed, gifts her avatar an echo of such blessing — miasma spreads in defiance of stagnant air, billowing around Gavin and marking him as Rocket's underboss, the Harbinger, an evil wind that knows no mercy.

He doesn't care if Locke Jamison and John Sullivan take notice.

As the miasma swirls at his feet, Gavin reaches to pluck a handful of berries from the tree. Just in case. He breathes the purple-black mist that rolls over the sand like morning fog and with a burst of sudden speed, charges toward his allies.

"Get away from them!"

It is only Chu-e Choi's lashing tentacles that stop him from going directly to his friend's side; he stops a safe distance away and snarls to what was once his Sylveon, now an irate Eevee who thankfully still possesses the ability to COPYCAT friend and foe alike.

"Help them!" He jabs a hand toward Locke Jamison and their Drifloon.

A DESTINY BOND is formed, linking fates.

Niamh the Lucario lashes out at their foes, attempting to drive them back. Where she has claws, Gavin only has a flash of steel in the gloom. A death-grip is held on the knife, and Gavin lashes out at any foe that dares get close.

3glgUlcb +36

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Gavin links himself to the HURRICANE as he demonstrates Shadow Lugia's dominion over the wind with the spread of his shadow miasma. He is not being subtle about it in the slightest, everyone can see.
He grabs some of the berries before charging toward Chu-e and Kano, only stopping when Necrozma tentacles lash out.
Lucario fights back against their attackers with her claws, Gavin with a knife b/c we're goin' down swingin'.
É̶͓Ȩ̷͈̀V̴̜̀E̷̟̖̾̚E̷̬͔̿̆ uses COPYCAT -> DESTINY BOND.
+36 for ?

YMCA

Into the abyss.

The relief brought by the sand does not last long, because while he's many things, lucky has never been one of them.

He's convinced he's one of the few people who could manage the otherwise impossible task of drowning on land, but manage it he is, slick tendrils of black ooze enwrapping his head like bandages, sealing all holes shut.

He thinks he hears someone shout his name- but he can hardly pay attention, panicked as he is, his hands clawing at the tendrils in desperation.

His Blissey-turned Chansey released a cry of distress, rushing to his side- but fingerless nubs for hands proved useless for the task.

Guttural growls rumbled in his chest as his fingers ripped and tore into the tendrils to no avail. They seemed endless, insurmountable, and the longer he flailed uselessly against them, the more hopeless things became.

Something told him he would not wake up again if he lost consciousness this time.

He was going to die. For real.

After so many struggles, so many close calls and so many promises, the hand of God would be the one to choke the lief out of him.

Would they be disappointed? Surely. He was letting them all down. He had let Andy Blackadder down.

...

Would she care...?

Disappointed? That's just silly. Care? Who would even have time to care?

They are all trapped with the monster as well- None of them will live to even know.



The uneven dunes of sand around him flattened suddenly as an invisible weight fell upon them, a cloud of dust spreading outwards along the water as his growls became louder.

Tense, veined Hands shrouded in a neon pink glow clamped furiously around black tendrils, a sizzling sound and a putrid smell filling the air as the young Captain slowly, forcefully pried them off, bits of skin and flesh slowly ripping away along with God's dark hand.

"Grghk... Hckgh...! Get- off!" He choked out in agony as he tore away it forcefully, pumping the black veins full of cancer, bubbling tumors emerging along their dark surface before. "Off... ME!"

With a disgusting rip, the young man tore the veins off his face and he snapped back to his feet in a desperate scramble, breathing deep and hard as the air finally returned to his lungs.

His Chansey's babble filled his ear as she rushed to his side, but he paid it no mind, only focusing on his breathing.

Oxygen! Thank G-!!!

A scream ripped out of his throat, his torso lurching forward as he hunched over and cradled his face, blood pouring onto the sand as his open wounds bubbled and sizzled.

His fingers clawed at his injuries as he continued to scream and shout, his Chansey quickly snapping her arms around him and attempting chime and sing his pain away, to no avail.

The injuries left in the wake of the creature burned.

He collapsed back onto his knees on the sand, his fists banging onto the dunes as he cried.

This thing had caused him so much distress and pain, taken his friend- it had had even killed him already.

For the first time in his life, something other than Rocket was igniting a genuine hatred in the youth's chest.

Before this thing killed any more of his friends, he... he...!

"_{I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you...!}" He hissed under his breath psychotically as tears mixed with blood, squeezing in pain at the sand. "Ah... Ah...!"


His hand suddenly reached out, wrapping around his Chansey before he slowly began forcing himself back to his feet, the egg like mon doing her best to assist him in his efforts while crying empathic tears down her own cheeks.

There was a deep enmity burning inside the kind pokemon, her loyalty to her trainer rising above her own gentle kindness.

Her dark eyes reached out for the creature hiding in the shadows, her jaw tensing. She would not let it get away with this... Not it, not anyone...!

A red gleam in her eyes proceeded the string of fate that suddenly stretched between her and the beast, connecting their fates to one another.

Somehow, he could see that string clearly, his eyes following it all the way to his enemy. His chest was filled with a rage that not his alone.

The last Demon had found its place.

The neon glowing dandruf slowly rising from the youth became an onrushing torrent.

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cxoXzK6P+36

TL;DR:
-Lol drama
-Doug Angrey
-Chansey angrey
-Chansey used Copycat. Chansey used Destiny Bond.
-Doug has Hyoi Gattai with the Onrushing Demon.
?(+36)


Consequences:
Lose faith in yourself (+30)
You are pulled strongly towards the monster (+50)
Have a Pokemon devolve (+30)
Form an attachment to someone/something, then break that attachment (+30)

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