Remiel smirks in response to Melody Miro 's jab. "It might be worth the risk for a nice tan." And, as Rowan Wrynn comes onto the scene with a comment of his own, he spares a short laugh. "I have my moments."

Shortly before diving off into the whirlpool, however, the mirth in his demeanor melts away as he casts a peek at luka chêne. She boards a Samurott and holds on tightly to jayden cross as they prepare to leave.

What was she doing here? Why would she endanger her life again like this? How... was she?

He sharply exhales, frustration masking a familiar ache deep inside. He shouldn't care this much. Not anymore. She wasn't his to take care of...

Despite the brief conflict in his mind, he eventually shakes his head to snap out of it and dives into that NORTHERN WHIRLPOOL with his comrades.

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His HUNTAIL's body shudders as they enter the swirling vortex. It can sense something peculiar here. And, as they are pulled downward by something that is much stronger than simply two different currents of water interacting, Remiel hears ZEKROM in his mind:

"YOU ENTER ALONE. I CANNOT FOLLOW."

The statement is worrying, of course. Though there is very little time to ruminate on it as strange effects begin to take hold. Suddenly, Remiel seems to find himself as thin and snake-like as the Huntail he rode in on. His held breath escapes his lungs in a flurry of air bubbles. For a moment, he thinks he is about to die.

Until...

DONK!

Somehow the royal's bare feet manage to stick a landing on the strange glass-like floor below. Though his Huntail is not quite so lucky, its body hitting the ground with a sharp slap. Despite that, it quickly reorients itself as its trainer slowly begins to straighten in posture, too.

Hues of cobalt examine their new surroundings with a tinge of bewilderment. Then they swiftly fix their attention on a screen that manifests in the airspace above. Remiel absorbs the information given silently, committing it to memory as the strange man speaks.

The nature of reality had always been up for question. Yet here he was— in some kind of digital world. And if what this man was saying was true, then... it only bolstered the admin's resolve for his goals.

His universe was in charge of its own fate. And if the DARK TRIAD thought they could cull them like rabid pests, they had another thing coming.

Getting back to those goals, however, would apparently require some effort. After a quick scan, and strange translucent soles appearing under his bare feet, the screen disappears. And, suddenly, these efforts intensify as their presence is noted by the patrolling PORYGON.

Abraham swirls around Remiel protectively, snapping his large jaws at the incoming aggressors in a display of intimidation (SCREECH). When the shirtless royal spots an exit nearby, however, he breaks off towards it with many of the others. The DIGITAL DOME, and its RIDDLE, manifest just then, barring passage until the latter is solved.

Casting a thankful nod at gym leader Xander Belmont and Elite Four Melody Miro  for providing cover, Remiel continues on. "Understood. Call me back if you need assistance. Abraham, let's go!"

Upon reaching the digital lock, he stops and narrows his eyes on the script for a moment before huffing. His father used to practice riddles with him when he'd been a kid. Somehow, being reminded of the man during such dangerous and stressful events helped ease the tension.

"Data."

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📝 TL;DR

♔ Remiel Calcifet absorbs the info, then follows Melody Miro 's lead to go solve the riddle with the others
♔ Remiel Calcifet goes with "DATA"
◓ HUNTAIL used SCREECH to try and lower PORYGON's defenses for the others

CYBERCHASE + ABRAHAM

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Of all things she’d expected to find at the bottom of the whirlpool, a futuristic data-mined version of modern civilization was all but among the list of possibilities. With her Gliscor’s help however, making a successful touchdown within this cerulean blockspace was a piece of cake– just like the multitude of other people that had been gathering in the same space as well. She paid them little heed however; they were something she’d have to tackle later on, but for now her focus would be on her current disposition. The who, the what, the where, and the why.

I felt like the space itself reeked her questions before she even spoke them, or had the time to mull them over. A holographic screen centered within the room showed a man with an intriguing hairstyle, who answered her questions with verve, only to plant new ones in their stead. Questions she did not get any answers to this time around. Safe to say the man’s words were more like instructions than anything, but she wasn’t about to fuck around and find out what the consequences would be if she didn’t take them seriously.

She stared at the reflection of her transparent feet, wondering, and moved her leg to see if the partial reflection would move with her. Yet when the screen disappeared, the red-haired mercenary looked up again, and calls her Gliscor to attention as the Porygon focus their attention on her and the other people around her. If this was going where she thought it would, this would not bode well…

”Gliscor, Stone Edge around us, now.” she said solemnly, hoping to anticipate whatever was to come next. Which it did almost immediately after. The Porygon opened fire the very moment a dome had settled over them. People were all heading towards the only exit available, shouting replies to the riddle in the pop-up box that appeared for her as well. Although she hated going with the crowds, staying behind would only make her a sitting duck– thus she followed along, while Gliscor tried its best to counter incoming attacks with its Stone Edge. The very moment she would near the dome’s “exit”, Yvaine would follow the example of many before her and loudly usher the seeming reply “Data” to the riddled dome, hoping to gain passage to a less confined space.


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Chaos. People were being attacked by Porygon left and right, several Pokémon were seemingly 'deleted', while other trainers got assaulted by evil clones of themselves that jumped out of their phone screens. "W-w-what's wrong with this place?!" A very bewildered Andrea blurted out.

One of the people being attacked by their own doppelgangers was PENELOPE LIVY. Andrea didn't know her very well, but she seemed to be a person of importance to nagi miwa, since he'd called her 'boss' earlier. Thinking on her semi-transparent feet, the dragon-cosplaying girl ran to her rescue. "Hey you, let her go! Dragon Punch!" She cried out, aiming her squishy human fist at the doppelganger's jaw.

"Chomper, help out the rest of them!" The draconic trainer yelled. Her shiny Hydreigon nodded, before barrelling into Martín del Mar's clone with a mighty Outrage. Despite having three heads, he wasn't great at multitasking, so he couldn't rescue everyone at the same time, but with any luck the other copies might get swept up by the dragon's rampage.

Somewhere amidst the chaos, there was also a new riddle involving three paths that they were supposed to solve, but Andrea and Chomper were preoccupied with violence.

//Andrea tries to punch PENELOPE LIVY's CLONE
//her HYDREIGON attacks Martín del Mar's CLONE with OUTRAGE
//focuses on saving those being attacked, but will pick TERMINAL 03 once that mess is dealt with

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The resolution of the camera's back-facing screen started off pixelated. A grainy image blurred by messy lines and unkept colors, acting as one piece of an unsolved puzzle. But, with each second she spent staring at its crude film, the shapes solidified, and the colors grew vibrant, creating what appeared to be a still image of...herself?
[Break][break]
"It's me," Her voice, quiet and mystified, echoed her own thoughts as she inched the camcorder closer to her face. There was no mistaking it; it was her. Lifeless, dead-face, and zombified, the reflection stared back at her through blank eyes, making Penelope's stomach twist with the most unfamiliar ick of unease.
[Break][break]
The copy lunged when Penelope looked back up, ready to show nagi miwa the image. A pale stricken arm smashed through the small screen, erupting like a newborn baby exiting the womb, hellbent on shattering its creator's life. "Wha--" Before words could escape her lips, the crawling hand snatched her throat, pedicured nails piercing the skin til crimson trickled out. "Ack!"
[Break][break]
With each twist and squeeze, blood squelched between the rigid fingers. Consciousness leaked out between her heavy breaths, chest locked tight as oxygen drained from her lungs. The further its nails dug, the further the copy escaped from the confinements of the camcorder, until it had completely poured out, printing out the perfect double.
[Break][break]
"Help...me..."
[break][break]
The strangled words pushed out, aching, as her widened eyes frantically searched for someone. Anyone.
[Break][break]
Her milotic, which was still left hanging by her side, moved to help, trying to COIL around the copy, just after a nearby Dragonite used THUNDER WAVE.
[Break][break]
"He...lp..."
[Break][break]
Penelope's vision began to blur as the shadows of the world grew in size, slowly consuming her vision, bite by bite, as tears pooled at her eyes. The pain, while brutal, only held a candlelight to the explosion of thoughts that dashed through her mind; "am I going to die?: "Whose going to tell Amelia Livy?"; "Will Cian be okay?
[Break][break]
It wasn't until a large woman swung it's arm at the copy that relief came. If the hit were to connect (or any other hit), she'd try to take the opportunity to struggle out from the copy's grip. Her hands would scratch and pull at the arm, desperate, and her body would take the opportunity to escape to the closest and most familiar face she recognized: Greyson Connors.
[Break][break]
From there, the two would eventually go down TERMINAL 3.

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- looks at camcorder, sees herself O.O
- gets choked n almost loses consciousness
- miltoic uses COIL after Josh's THUNDER WAVE on the copy
- w the thunder wave, coil, and punch, Penelope tries to struggle out
- if she succeeds, she'd head staright to Greyson Connors
- will eventually head down TERMINAL 3
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