what the hell is going on?[break][break]

"i don't know."[break][break]

the last time matias had been at the tree of life, he had encountered death and decay. would this time be any different?[break][break]

Greyson Connors's comfey wraps around his wrist, securing itself as a source of support.[break][break]

matias looks around, scanning the area for familiar figures and faces only to come up short. he scowls, calling out a pokemon.[break][break]

"keep your guards up. i have a feeling rocket isn't our only enemy today."[break][break]

in an attempt to coordinate with some of the league members present, matias activates the earpiece that's tuned into the official league frequency before speaking.[break][break]

"team seven on scene."

[attr="class","ooc"]Greyson Connors kyle lopez illeana reyes[break]
using the league intercom[break]

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Happenstance had put Skyler close enough to watch the first of the evening stars being blotted out by an encroaching darkness. By the time it'd folded over Sootopolis like a giant hand come to pass judgement unto all, the captain was already prowling through the city's narrow passageways.

Slateport came to mind then, wracked by both horror and tragedy. Grief had taken the shape of freshly dug graves in those first few days, and of those who'd stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

It'd been awfully close to Lilycove then, more than she'd felt comfortable with.

But Sootopolis was right at her doorstep, decked in the beloved scent of ocean brine and sun-soaked rock. Not quite home, but close enough that she found herself - against all manner of common sense - closing in on the colossal tree that reigned over the crater-city whole.

Opting to stay hidden for the moment, the captain watched the scene unfold before her, a few figures taking center stage. Breath held captive in her throat, fingers fidgeting with a carefully held dagger. Waiting.

She'd shape herself to what the conflict demanded of her, be as ruthless as needed.

To protect. To defend.

Behind, a Dhelmise anchored itself to the shadows, disappearing from sight.

@ dawn of the darkest day

☉

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[attr="class","illeana i"]contractual agreements don't bring her here. no, there's a different reason behind her appearance. it has something to do with the sky, with how clouds darken and darkness descends.

she arrives because of a myth, a legend, a god. and she finds nothing but darkness and decay.

prayers won't help her here, even if she sends them up to the gods of time and space, of antimatter and creation. she'll come to find out there are no gods here, only death.

she settles between kyle lopez , MATIAS SILPH , and Greyson Connors with the fading flaps of her flygon's wings. upon landing, she flashes a tight smile. there's anxiety in her skin, fear in her bones. it reminds her of war, of a cursed assembly, and the weakness of them all. she despises it.

her head swivels slightly to survey the scene. there's bodies everywhere. living, breathing bodies yet all she sees are corpses. it's an uncomfortable concept that merely festers with familiar faces. the face of Felix Gallagher isn't fully recognized but she'd know him anywhere. he towers over the others and her eyes linger on him for longer than they should before finally dragging along to the rest of the bodies.

she doesn't recognize jayden cross , mint frost , or Remiel Calcifet and perhaps it's better that she doesn't. there's one she doesn't see entirely, however, and the lack of FERNANDO SILPH is unnerving for a plethora of reasons. she doesn't bother to indulge them.

Greyson Connors 's comfey, a welcome and familiar little creature, wraps itself around her wrist after a moment. she moves her healing wrist to pet its petals gently, mindful of the brace. the comfey mewls softly in response.

"best guess is it's actually death." the stench is familiar, unfortunately.

she shifts to release another pokemon with a small flash of light. the figure that rises beside her is comforting, even if it's not the same gallade that has protected her before. it's named in his honor but... perhaps its fate is the same as the predecessor.

slowly, pink healing mist begins to bleed from open pores and scar tissue until it crawls upon the ground. the radius is still small. a mere five feet maximum but it'll be enough. it has to be.

"try to not die on me, boys." the smile she wears is grim. "i can heal but only so much."

Greyson Connors MATIAS SILPH kyle lopez

tl;dr:
- let's goooo boys + illeana
- gallade & flygon on standby
- psychic terrain/healing mist is active via illie

visiting his home is something he does at least once a week. Taking on his 'Ashton' persona to easily blend in as the Rocket Grunt THEO BECKETT had hired. Made sneaking in easy. Though today the darkness made chills go down his spine. The shame type of darkness that took over the Blackout of Slateport. [break][break]

And sadly despite the horrid memories of that day he knows action has to be taken as he steps outside. Pausing as he recalls those he had lost and then orders several of his Pokemon that it was their job to just keep people safe. He might not have his best with him right away but in some sense I'm his head they'll be safe. [break][break]

With that he does take the Marowak with him to use her flames to fight the way to toward the tree. The ranger making sure to put on a mask as he has little doubts he will have to use his abilities.


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TLDR:

+ Razz heading toward tree with his Marowak with a mask on.

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