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adrenaline rises as things turn to worse thanks to mint frost. even as legendaries and mythicals spring to pixelated life, matias turns to address the issue of the RINGS, understanding the danger they pose.[break][break]

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wisps of shadow-like energy surge along manectric as it channels a SHADOW BOLT before sending it up the RINGS ABOVE, looking to destroy whatever's in them.

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- using 5 SALACS[break]
- MANECTRIC firing SHADOW BOLT up the RINGS to try and stop the trains[break]

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Guillermo’s eyes go a little bit fuzzy as he traces the images flashing on the screen before him. The voice of the operator-- if, indeed, that is who he is-- takes on a slightly mocking tone, mechanical laughter grinding the pieces of Memo’s spine. He is caught between two trains (pun intended, but, like, later) of thought, one of which being oh I wish I could deck this prick and the other being that’s interesting, I didn’t know that.

He falls against Alex, slipping from the confines of his grip, standing back to back with the taller man as he turns to watch the datascape around them shift and change. Buildings and great circular objects straight out of Valerian take shape around them. Then again comes that mocking voice and Memo’s mind, once again unhelpfully, divests between wanting to find and serve the operator a knuckle sandwich and conjuring pictures of Mr. T saying I pity the Cresselia, fool.

The Darkrai’s attacks cause the air to worble and bend, like looking through heatwaves, though the dark energy fogging off the spheres turns anything it touches completely cold. Not only that, but the Cresselia falls amongst them like an assassin, waving her arms and slicing at the air.

“Huh,” Memo says, as his brain plateaus in that place that can hold no more panic, “I didn’t even realize she had arms.”

Before he can conjure any more of his unhelpful thoughts out loud, he’s being spun around, and Alex is leaning forward. For a brief, stupid second, Memo thinks it’s meant to be a kiss-- like a we’re about to die kiss-- but before anything of the like can happen, Alex is shoving something into his grip and warning him not to make use of it unless things become extremely dire.

Memo has the decency to look confused. “More dire than this?”

All hell is, quite literally, breaking loose. The two canine figures are barreling towards the small idiot who said the wrong thing. Everyone is throwing up disabling moves or protective screens and Alex--

--Alex steps in front of the train?!?!?!

Memo’s brain short-circuits. There’s a tiny little piece of him at the back of it that knows he needs to trust Alex and that he probably has a handle on what he’s doing but that little piece is buried under the very real weight of Object of eternal affections. Train. Does not compute. Memo(Logic).exe has crashed!

You know, to stay on theme.

“What--- what are you doing?!”

He’s torn in two (unequal) pieces, one wanting to help others and the larger piece desperately needing to protect and help Alex. Somewhere he’s kicking himself for bringing a giant fish to a gun fight.

Luckily, his patronus unicorn has more brains than he does. At the risk of being deleted and leaving him only armed with said giant fish, Zuza appears beside him in a burst of light. Channeling all the panicked love billowing in Memo’s body, she throws a forceful Psychic in the way of the trains, hoping to dislodge them from their tracks-- or stop them completely. She winds the psychic around Alex with a single break in the neon-pink shield, allowing him to point and aim what that feather do right through it, like a gun turret.

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t l ; d r
- welcome to memo's dark twisted fantasty
- *nadja voice* he's freaking out!
- takes the feather from alex, is very confused
- freaks out EVEN HARDER when alex JUMPS IN FRONT OF THE TRAIN??
- zuza the galarian rapidash summons herself because she's a strong powerful unicorn that don't need no man
- uses psychic to try and throw the trains off their track or stop them and makes a psychic "turret" around alex that he can aim the feather down so hoping to protect and also increase channel whatever that's about to happen
- leaving in the smilies for effect. using 1 salac bc wynaut

Alexei Ivanov

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What they see is gruesome to some, but others are hardened from previous encounters. The ability to steel their nerves, or to realize this is only a replication of what Hoenn has already survived.

Observing the growing Xurkitree, it became increasingly obvious it was going to attack. Having the 'wrong' pokemon out, Derek is forced to replicate Kyle's actions to an extent. "Pory, copy his Jolteon!" The latent ability to TRACE another pokemon's abilities enabled the Porygon-2 the opportunity to use the same VOLT ABSORB, further diminishing the effectiveness of the SHOCK WAVE.

"Now try icing up those limbs!" While enormous in size, there had to be some kind of impact besides pain when they were struck directly by an ICE BEAM. Hopefully it would slow the thing down a little.

Likewise, those on the ground had a lot more to worry about. From man-eating megalopolans to the swarm of Poipole and even rogue shots of electricity. Derek began to pick up his pace, straying from the many clutches of 'deletion' while reaching for two pokeballs.

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- Porygon uses TRACE on Kyle's Jolteon!
- Porygon's VOLT ABOSRB reduces the SHOCK WAVE, ETC
- Porygon's ICE BEAM slows down the POWER WHIPS & hurts Xurkitree
- Derek begins reaching for his pokeballs while avoiding Megalopolans, Signal Beams & Thunder Bolts

CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM

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Having not been involved with any avatars other than Kyogre one so far, Violet was not really impacted by seeing these people, nor could she understand any existing drama among others in her group. She had seen Yvetal at some point, but never this close-up, which admittedly was at least somewhat frightening in and of itself.

But it was probably fake. It really had to be. Well, not fake in the sense that it was an illusion or something, all of this felt real enough. Yet, this place felt so artificial in its entirety with the focus on data, computers and Porygons that she could not call it a natural place at all. Heck, this could all just be someone’s story put into some kind of writing program and then being transformed by some kind of forum into a more interactive, simulated experience.
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And yet, the threat of those two at the very least seemed real. Her first impulse, obviously, was to reach for her Pokeballs. Yet, she stayed her hand, lightly shuddering. These were legendary opponents – yet some normal Porygon had earlier managed to delete her Jellicent. This was…this was definitely another situation where the odds were stacked against her, right? The best move seemed not to play there, though she also quite feared that these things would attack them directly, if not stopped.
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Violet sighed to herself, closed her eyes, tried to clear her thoughts. Those remaining two Pokeballs did contain Pokemon that were dear to her. She would not want to lose them, of course. But if she didn’t do anything and did not try, that would have the same outcome, right? She grimaced, briefly seeking Elaine’s hand again if the other was still nearby for some additional strength.
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Then she called out her Eevee, which immediately shuddered in anticipation from facing those two. “Once more, like we practiced. No choice anyway. Springtide Storm.” And to the little guy’s credit, he certainly at least tried, briefly mewling but then clearly putting in some effort to summon forth that fairy storm.
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+ some self-struggles, seeks Elaine Highland 's hand again, brings out Eevee for Springtide Storm at both targets

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