In the Pokemon Center's Cafe, at ground floor of the Slateport Mall, Callan scribbled mercilessly into a notedbook as he stared at the thick textbook on his side. He smelled of paper, cheap cologne and coffee, and rings of red and begun to develop underneath his eyelids. By his side, his Zorua rested on the bench, sleeping as he continued to scribble in hard, fast, messy cursive. It was the end of an all nighter, two days before an exam. And he had not studied at all during the entire semester.

"Almost done Vodka." The foxlike Pokemon's eyes briefly met his before yawning, waiting for the poffin biscuits that Callan treated it to every binge, in return for the emotional support it gave by the occasional fluffing of its fur. Only this time, Arceus really did decide to dick the both of them.

Just as he finished up his notetaking, a small purple electrical spark frizzled in between his eyes. "?" Callan blinked harder to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, until he felt a force shake the seat he was rested on. An earthquake? No, it was something much worse. As Callan stared towards his notes, the ink on the paper began to float, like the splatters of navy blue blood, before it hoovered itself back up into his pen. His paper, once dotted with ugly, but structured words and diagrams, peeled off the paper as the hard indents of his writing unstuck themselves to leave a clean sheet of paper. "My notes!" He exclaimed, in sheer despair, before turning towards Zorua, his Vodka.

He believed it was a prank for but a moment, but when his Zorua's fur peeled from black into a white and pink striation, he knew something was very wrong. "Vodka?" Curls raised from his Pokemon's head, its hair grew fluffier, the eyes from green to pink, and still it rested like there was nothing wrong. Callan's arm shook him, which woke the fox in slight irritation, only for it to realize the sudden change in the pigmentation of its fur. "Something's not right." Callan muttered, "Come on, you're getting checked into the Pokemon Center."

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Zorua to H!Zorua
Learning Bitter Malice

"Oh, come the fuck on—"

Truthfully speaking, the situation unfolding before him hadn’t quite been one that he was all too unfamiliar with; a similar thing had actually happened some days beforehand, ironically enough. In addition to having the frightening experience of having been caught in one of these sudden distortions firsthand, he’d also heard the occurrences happening across the region, as odd as they were.

…A mall, though?
Seriously?

His original intention had been to pick up a few things once he’d finished work (something he’d been intending to do as an apology for letting his emotions and sensitivities get the better him just a day or two prior), but as the familiar crash of thunder boomed in tandem to the skewing and distortions around him, his gaze snapped up to swiftly observe his surroundings.

He breathed a sigh as bursts of energy flickered around him, and he’d already taken care to fling the Pokeballs of a familiar Duskull and Houndour onto the newfound battlefield he’d found himself caught within.

With a sharply vigilant glare, he leaned forward into a jog alongside his companions while beginning to make his way through the tiled floors, scoping out the nearest group of people as they’d been thrust within the line of sight of what seemed to be a familiar fire type, though as he gave the command for a Hex and Foul Play to the respective Pokemon, he couldn’t help but find the oddities in its appearance a bit…interesting, to say the least.

But then again, this hadn’t been the time to idle and gawk.

The beast was hit, and as he flung a spare Pokeball out towards it, he quickly raised his voice amidst the chaos. With a loud, ”Go!” towards the group, he gestured them away as a means to encourage their leave before running over to the capsule once it rustled itself into dormancy.

He picked it up and eyed it before looking around again, giving a pensively cautious sigh.

...As if the world hadn’t already been going through enough shit…

so basically:
--used x1 form change and x1 pokeball to catch a hisuian typhlosion

What was Hideo doing all the way back in Slateport, despite his fears of his parents finding him? Well, there was a really good sale going on for Pokeballs, and he just couldn't resist. He made sure to be as incognito as possible: hood up, no cane, his Medicham guiding him instead of his other more-distinct Telepathic Pokemon.

Not that it mattered much: right after he got the balls, a distortion dropped right down in the mall. The usual chaos occurred, Pokemon dropping in out of nowhere. It was surprising the first time, but with this being the fourth he'd been, it was about as surprising as any other wild Pokemon encounter.

Well, time to put these discount balls to use.

Forme-changing Decidueye to H!Decidueye
Altering moveset d/t illegal moves (Leaf Blade, Razor Leaf Triple Arrows, Peck Aura Sphere, Sucker Punch Air Slash, Synthesis Rock Smash, Feather Dance Roost

Screams filled the halls of the malls as people scattered in a panic of the sudden crackling of the distortion that materialized without warning. The lights flickered on and off, glass from the broken ones scattered across the floor. Debris lingered everywhere, ranging from cloths to pieces of items. If Genesis was a real criminal, this would be the prefect opportunity to steal and rob abandoned buildings. Unfortunately, the distortion was just too interesting to do such things now.

The raven haired woman moved through the mall, fighting anything that stood in her way and collecting things that she found interesting. Including this strange looking blue shard, plucking off the ground and shoving into her pocket. A smirk danced along her lips, hoping to find someone else that would be good for her to collect.