with a sigh, he chases after the massive bird. its curiosity peaked at the appearance of one of these 'distortions', and had flown directly at it.

he knew the pokemon wouldn't have difficulty taking care of itself. it was, after all, capable of lifting a minivan straight into the sky. not much he could do about that.

but he tries anyway.

he hesitates as he approaches the fields edge, stopping just for one quick breath, before diving inside. it's tumultuous inside, a myriad of strange sights and sounds. the whole ordeal is a sensory overload, really. what really surprises him, however, is the creature that appears in-front of him.

his braviary was no longer the same pokemon it had been before entering. instead, something else entirely hovers in front of him. in its grip, a weird blue shard of some kind.

"uhh," he starts, lip quirking, "hey?"

braviary -> h!braviary

some crazy shit's going on in slateport central mall right now but it's not like james would know. he's still in the toilet on the second floor, completely unaware of all the trouble that awaits him a mere few steps away.[break][break]

"we'll be done soon! i promise. just a few more stores."[break][break]

he's not sure why they're complaining. both zoruas are very comfortable at the moment in their carriers strapped to his chest. they don't even have to walk.[break][break]

after washing his hands and drying them off, he turns to leave only to notice an odd shade of white in the mirror.[break][break]

"kat?"

[attr="class","ooc"]zorua > h!zorua[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-zorua"][attr="class","pkspr pkmn-zorua"]

Cap stood outside the bar, wiping his hands on his jeans and staring up at the vaguely-threatening dome of storm that had appeared over the mall. Huh. Not exactly what he'd been expecting to see on his lunch break but he'd seen weirder things. Probably. He glanced over his shoulder at the door of the bar. It was pretty quiet, they wouldn't miss him if he was gone for a few minutes. He had to check out whatever this thing was.[break][break]

The walk to the mall slowly shifted his feeling from burning curiosity to hesitation. The air around him began to crackle even before he was within touching distance of the dome. Something wasn't right here. He faltered just an arm's length from the swirling membrane.[break][break]

"What the hell is this?" Finally gathering his courage, he reached out a hand to tentatively trace his fingers across the surface of the dome only to find that his hand passed through without any resistance. Almost without thinking, he stepped forward, watching as the purple membrane engulfed his wrist, elbow, and shoulder. And then he was inside.[break][break]

The weight of the air around him seemed to weigh him down. Grunting, he had a sudden change of heart and turned to exit the way he'd come in, but the distance between him and the edge of the dome seemed to stretch on forever. He frowned. One step, then another, before it was too much to keep walking. He went to one knee, struggling against the weight pressing down on his shoulders. That was when he saw it. A writhing mass of white and red bearing down on him, seemingly materialized from nowhere.[break][break]

"No!" A flash of red light blinded him for an instant. When he squeezed his eyes open, Typhon was standing between him and the white beast. Only it wasn't Typhon. Or it was only part of him? Cap squinted. The edges of his form were fuzzy, shimmering in and out like the air above hot pavement. Flames danced in an out of reality, trading with ghastly purple tendrils. Typhon opened his mouth, but—instead of the fire Cap expected—ghostly orbs swirled around him and rocketed towards the aggressive Pokemon.[break][break]

The pressure suddenly became unbearable, as if the whole storm were condensed down and pressing on him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to scream. He wouldn't go out screaming. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. He blinked and looked up. The edge of the dome was just feet from where he knelt and the red and white Pokemon was gone. Typhon stood before him—or at least he thought this strange Typhlosion must be Typhon—tilting his head. Cap stood carefully, returned Typhon to his Pokeball, and made a mad dash through the membrane of the dome again.[break][break]

When he came out the other side, a different sort of darkness enveloped him. One of streelights and the bustle of a city's nightlife coming alive. He blinked, having expected the sun. Cap's face screwed up. He pulled out his phone to check the time. 12:02am blinked back at him.[break][break]

Slate was gonna be so mad.

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+ Form Change: Typhlosion -> Hisuian Typhlosion