She waits for no one before slipping into the TERMINAL, thoughts turned to unexplored horizons and the tightly knit coil of greed that expands past her ribcage to reflect in a hungry silvery gaze. And yet, despite everything that she's seen so far in the last few years, despite all the curve balls sent her way by some sadistic fate entity, it doesn't prepare her for the apocalyptic vision that blooms before her.

The gears in her brain grind to a halt, poised as she is before the sight of Hoenn. Their Hoenn, sprawled green and blue beneath her feet. It should feel like home. She should be able to pinpoint the locations where she's lived her entire life, attached to memories indivisible from who she's grown to become. And yet.

And yet.

She expects the feeling to seize her by the throat, sweet and nostalgic. Beckoning her always to the defense of that and those which she holds dear. One breath passes, two. The realization trickles in slowly, silver eyes blinking in confusion as she waits for something that is not there anymore.

Home suddenly doesn't seem as important anymore.

kyle lopez hadn't stuck around long enough to receive a reply, and yet Skyler notices his figure ahead along with others, diving under the vision of Hoenn. 

"Over there," she calls out to angelo vestri and whoever had followed him, voice pitched low as she points towards their destination.

No other explanation springs forth from Skyler before she takes to action. Calling forth Dhelmise, the captain has it Phantom Force close to the Generator, hopefully bypassing the legendary duo without having to deal with forces beyond their mettle. Or the Unown. 

And if angelo vestri happened to make use of his sharp reflexes, he might be able to get a free ride too.

The riddle has her blinking in utter bafflement, but once an answer is given, her mind has a hard time seeing anything else. "Donphan, I s'ppose."

If anything happens, she'll just blame kyle lopez .

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DATA LOSS
-skyler's pokemon lost their abilities
- skyler loses one of her core characteristics: her loyalty
- loses her left eye and attempts to replace it with aqua rings
- forgets about her childhood and her family (sorry, mr. dross)

TLDR;
- is in TERMINAL 05: PRESENT
- notices where kyle has gone 
- has Dhelmise use Phantom Force to get to the Generator quickly and hopefully avoid garnering unwanted attention
- c'mon angelo vestri , hop on
- replies with donphan. if she's wrong, she'll just blame it on kyle
- salac x1

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Something was wrong with Terminal 6; she could feel the change in the air and the atmosphere around her. The subtle scent of scorched earth and dust; something like death, though it wasn't exactly like the scent was strong. No, it was faint. There, but faint, not like how she'd experienced it in the past. Even Zoroark was acting out of whack with cautious growling as it lessened the distance between him and his trainer, just in case. The reactions from the others only brought back home the hunch that something was off about this place; yet perhaps she was blessed with the fact that she could not perceive the destruction around her. The supposed Hoenn of the future.

Zoroark loses no time to lead Yvaine further into Terminal 6, past the impaled legendaries and across the fallen trainers, pokémon, and debris. All towards the central terminal's generator lodged within the corpse of the Unbound Hoopa. He finds it eerie, but knows that said spot will be where all the rest will gather; and sees it come true as several gather and try to make light of the riddle it projects. It's not something he nor his master can deal with right now, so instead he swats her with his hair and urges her forth.

Yvaine's quite certain she hears Josh Devlin scream in the distance, but at this point his sorrow is none of her concern. What is of her concern is the sharp bark Zoroark gives her, and the rapid succession of impacts around her. The mercenary tries to focus on the incoming rays of light and in a moment of cheer luck and skill, jumps out of an incoming meteor's way, feeling the blazing heat as it passes and misses her every so narrowly. Yvaine outstretches her hand, prompting her partner pokémon to take action. Using Agility, Zoroark flips his trainer unto his back and makes a dash for the generator, and the multitude of protective shields being thrown up by the other trainers. Had it been a single source of danger, this had not been necessary, but with this sky-borne onslaught, risks weren't meant to be taken... yet.


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He was one of the last to move through the terminal. It was as if shackles of stone had been chained to Barnaby's feet. Every step up the translucent, glowing staircase occurred at a glacial speed. His pace was unhurried, unmotivated, and so unlike him.

There was no need to rush now, he reasoned. Whatever happened next could not be stopped anyway.

What awaited him at the summit was an unsettling scene: a giant surrounding a platform of glowing designs, not unlike those seen at Sootopolis on that dark day not so long ago. The ominous behemoth did not stay, though, disappearing into a hazy mist and leaving behind four gargantuan eggs. UNOWN buzzed around them like a swarm of enraged BEEDRILL.

Barnaby could not even fathom what this all meant and, truly, he did not care. His eyes didn't linger on the eggs; rather, they scanned the crowd for one familiar face. If he was to greet the end of the world in this bizarre realm, he wanted to do it with Martín del Mar.

There. At the terminal, surrounded by a protective force. Even so, Mars' countenance was clammy and unwell, his body tensed in pain. A marked difference from when Barnaby had last seen him. What had happened in the meantime?

He continued on, walking toward the ROCKET underboss at the same unhurried speed. Unfortunately, this made Barnaby an easy target for what came next. One by one the eggs began to crack open, releasing surges of energy which seemed to agitate the swarming UNOWN even further. Enough that they felt compelled to attack.

A concentrated blast of HIDDEN POWER shot through his right shoulder blade with enough force to knock him forward and onto his knees. Barnaby's arms barely reacted in time to brace his fall. He heard himself cry out in shock, but it was as if someone else had done so. Like he was a spectator in his own skin.

The pain felt real, but there was no blood, only pixels that made up his digital body disappearing into cyberspace.

"M-Martín..." From the ground Barnaby looked across yet another battlefield, to where his friend stood, so close yet so far away.

Around him the bombardment continued. Somehow, though, Barnaby just couldn't muster the will to stand.

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• using ROCKET persona (BEE + black hair)
• TERMINAL #4 (PAST)
• circular hole in his chest where his heart would be
• loses his HOPE
• right shoulder hit by HIDDEN POWER - gets another hole in his chest!

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A perfunctory nod is offered in return to Cillian Quinn, the young man's stance surprisingly solid.Someone spouts the answer to the riddle, though his brow furrows in confusion as he eyes the visual clue. How the hell they managed to come to that conclusion is beyond him.
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Klaus's attention is soon captured by the egg which appears, his eyes blinking slowly and head tilting faintly to the side; its surprise isn't hidden for long as Unknown begin to swirl out and attack the group.
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He hums once, the scene unfolding into chaos once more as Hidden Power attacks begin to fly across the air. Pursing his lips, he unpockets his last pokeball and releases his Litwick, his head tipping towards the impending attacks to direct, "Protect."
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(salac)

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+ Has his Litwick use Protect against the Hidden Powers [break]
+ Using Salac

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hunched forward and small, his boss is the pale ghost of who he remembers her to be. [break][break]

what should we do? [break][break]

desperation overpowers cowardice. wordlessly, he steps in front of PENELOPE LIVY , eyes flitting from the hovering hoenn to the duelling gods, the grasping hands and swarming unowns, trying to sear each detail into his memory. the overwhelming stimuli sends his senses scattering — he feels like he's watching the world around him through a pinhole. he'd hyperventilate, if he could. [break][break]

air whispers through the hole in his throat; nothing to choke on, if there's nothing to choke with. small blessings. [break][break]

he gesticulates at his mr. mime — pointing at the palkia, following it a series of jerky gestures that are a poor mimicry of his pokemon’s own. behind the shield formed by the buffeting winds of MATIAS SILPH and PENELOPE LIVY ’s draconic pokemon, mime attempts to mimic dialga’s roar of time.

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• leaves answering the riddle to the rest[break]
• g!mr mime attempts to copy roar of time with mimic[break]
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