the distortion is a lot less intimidating than she thought it would be, but here she finds her hands wavering, and her eyes find it difficult to focus. though her appearance changes little, though the feeling of rapid change seems to leave her slightly nauseous.

her tysplosion feels the very same nausea, and it alerts the woman to be concerned about the fire pokemon. "is there something wrong?" she asks it, the fire type staring into space. it's there where she sees its.. colours, changing. it was odd, and it was concerning, and yet the usually fiery pokemon started to fall into a state of peace. shortly afterwards, purple flames and wisps come from its neck, and it wears a smile upon its droopy eyes.

she's confused, but she's too tired to be able to make out what she will. so, instead, she holds up the pokeball to recall the odd tysplosion. she hopes that she can take them to a pokemon centre, and pray that it isn't anything serious..

aging daphne up from 27 > 32 ic
form change on tysplosion > hisuian tysplosion
x1 move tutors used to teach infernal parade

This is her first time in a Space-Time distortion and boy howdy is it some weird effin shit.

A rainbow-hued bubble expands around the area, turning the outside world sepia, like a badly developed film photograph. Small bolts of neon-colored lightning charge the air and make her hair stand on end-- even after she crams it into a bun and tamps it down as hard as she can.

She hasn’t been attacked, yet, which she supposes is a miracle in and of itself. As though a bubble leaking through time and space isn’t enough of a miracle already.

It’s a feeling in her throat, bitter and bilious, before it ever becomes real. She swallows hard, almost choking, before turning around to find it:

A Zorua.

A weird Zorua. All pink and fleshy, with a peach pompadour and sad, golden eyes. It’s halfway there and halfway not, like it would fade out at any moment, or if she blinked. She looks at it, and feels resentful. Malicious. A summation of all the anger and strangulation she’s fought through in her downtrodden life.

There are whispers in her head, at the corner of her mind, and she’s kneeling down to pick it up before she knows what she is doing. Once she touches it, the spell breaks.

It is just a little fox. It nuzzles into the crook of her elbow and gives a comforting sigh.

Cygne stands up, bundle in arms, and looks around, dizzied by the press of energy.

Some really weird effin’ shit.

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ooc form change on zorua -->h!zorua !

Hideo may have missed the last distortion, courtesy of it being all the way out in the sea (though one of its denizens found its way to him), but this time around, he’d found himself smack-dab in the middle of one. He wouldn’t object to getting another chance at rare, new Pokemon - or having one of his own changed to some new form.

Though he’d forgotten how aggressive the Pokemon had been in the last one he was in - and earned a very quick reminder: right as his Whimsicott pushed him, he could feel something whiz by him, followed by the giggle of what he could’ve sworn was a Lilligant - but it sounded taller than any other Lilligant. And weren’t they not close-range fighters?

Fortunately, a Moonblast from his Whimsicott drew the Lilligant(?)’s attention, the two engaging in a brawl as Hideo regained his composure. Though Hideo could only guess at how the fight was going by what he was hearing: his Whimsicott stayed as high up as he could while taking shots at the other Pokemon, the latter trying to get close and failing.

It was only a matter of time until Hideo heard the *thump* of a knocked-out Pokemon. Though Hideo hadn’t planned on catching any Pokemon on this Observatory trip, he always made sure to keep a few spares around. Especially not after the chaos of the Soiree.

Evolving Petilil to Hisuian Lilligant
Altering moveset due to illegal moves (Giga Drain Drain Punch, Energy Ball, Sunny Day Leaf Blade, Entrainment Victory Dance, Helping Hand Stun Spore, Synthesis Recover

A loud crack of thunder rattles the air, making the doctor’s stomach twist in anticipation as she stands on the edge of the space-time distortion. The wind whipping around the anomaly is fierce and aggressive. Despite it being the middle of the day, the sky is dark, nearly black, and broken with the colorful flashes of light extending from the center of the dangerous event.

“Are you ready?!” she asks the Gardevoir floating by her side. Both the doctor’s hair and the psychic-type’s dress whip wildly in the swirling winds. Adele nods calmly, not breaking her rather stoic expression. Even in the alternate realm of Sea Hoenn or standing against Groundon, Adele never wavered.

With a stiff nod, Eva and the Gardevoir venture into the Space-Time Distortion.

It’s chaotic. The roar of aggressive pokemon threatens them at every turn. A bright flash of pink from the Gardevoir wards off a rather pissed off Haunter, “Alright, Adele, get to work! We got your back!” a flash of light brings Blade to her side. His forearms flash as he readies himself to defend the Gardevoir as she STUDIES THE ENERGIES around them with the aid of her TELEPATHY. Eva ventures off, spending her time observing the strange pokemon teleported into this realm.

One in particular catches her eye. The small fox resembles a pokemon she has seen before but it is . . . different. Chillin red eyes stare back at her as she slowly moves to extract an empty pokeball from her belt, “Steady,” she breathes, attempting to soothe the pokemon but with no luck. The Hisuian Zorua lunges, but a well-placed AERIAL ACE from Blade pushes it back. The fox growls violently, lunging again. This time, Blade responds with a strong PSYCHO CUT.

The doctor can’t pass up an opportunity to take a valuable specimen back to the lab. The pokeball releases, consuming the Hisiuan Zorua, “C’mon, let’s get Adele and get out of here!”

1) Eva and Adele COLLECT DATA (searching for evidence of PRIMAL or INFINITY ENERGY)
2) Eva catches HISUIAN ZORUA (-1 Forme change from inventory)
3) Hisuian Zorua learns BITTER MALICE (-1 move tutor from inventory)

“Where the hell did you drop us, Sahir?!” it near takes all her strength to fight against the powerful winds whipping around them. The Psychic-type is baffled, staring blankly at the world around them. He’s barreled with energies he doesn’t understand and is easily overwhelmed. That’s how they wound up here in the first place. His TELEPORT was highjacked by the powerful distortion. It drew them in like a tractor beam. Now, they’re trapped.

“Get your head outta your ass, c’mon!” her fingers curl around the yellow fur of the Alakazam and she tugs the pokemon along through the alien world. It’s like dragging a sack of potatoes. Sahir is basically useless in whatever weird place it is they are trapped. He’s too much of a liability at this point. The vicious snarls of rabid pokemon are clear all around them but so far they have evaded them successfully.

With a flash of light, she trades the Alakazam for the first available, her reliable Zororak.

Nova hisses violently at the air surrounding them, “I know, I know, keep your cool, we gotta go,” Lex forges a path towards a cluster of trees they may be able to find shelter in.

The progress is impeded by an eerie howl from close behind her. She knows it’s from Nova before as she looks. Pain creeps into the howl as the dark-type’s face distorts into something horrifying, “Nova!” Lex rushes to her side but is hesitant to touch her. A dark energy seems to be leaking from her very core, oozing out of every orifice as he Zororak slowly falls to the ground, “Nova!” it's more a desperate cry as she fumbles to return the pokemon to her pokeball.

A crack of lightning blocks the stream from capturing the pokemon as she slowly sinks to the ground, limp.

The darkness of her fur fades, seeping into the earth along with the dark energy that she was bleeding. The life in the pokemon’s eyes fade, leaving empties, “No,” Lex whimpers, running a hand through the now ivory fur of the Zororak. Tears well at the corner of her eyes. What the fuck is this place?

Before the tears actually fall, the body beneath her stirs. It’s still cold to the touch, no life beneath her fingertips. But it still moves, flexing. Nova’s eyes blink, replacing the lifeless dark orbs with crimson eyes to match the blood-tinted tips of her ivory coat. She rises, changed. Lex stares in disbelief, salck-jawed.

What the hell is this place?!

Lex’s Zororak FORME CHANGES into Hisuian Zororak (-1 Forme change from inventory)
H!Zororak learns BITTER MALICE, forgets Night Daze (-1 level tutor from inventory, move modifications below)