a string of curses goes through knox's mind, stuck on repeat. people are tripping over each other, stumbling, and knox staggers to the side, lucky that jayden has such a tight grip on his wrist. it distracts him enough that he follows rather than melting into deadweight. 

he lolls, looking sideways and laughing when he realizes jayden has illeana attached to his other hand. they move quickly through the scene, dodging angry pokemon?? that have appeared out of nowhere. 

and when they start to slow, knox crouches, tugging back, patting mint frost 's head while he crawls on the ground. "c'mon, spument. jaybur's is take - fuck." he's plowed over from behind. hard enough that he gets wrenched away from jayden. 

a bibarel slams its leathery tail on the ground, hissing, and knox's brows furrow, shoulder tossing and arm swinging down in an arc to punch the fucker in the face.

jayden cross illeana reyes mint frost Summer Atreides
knox, jayden, and illie find mint
knox punches bibarel in the face

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there's.. something happening, and it seems a little familiar. it's what people call a.. space-time distortion? she's seen it in the news, although there's some safety outside of the dome that suddenly appears. still, her curiosity will always get the better of her, and maybe it's the high concentration of alcohol in her drink that might cloud her mind. [break][break]

and in there, she finds a typhlosion, odd.. looking as it was. it looks more somber, and solemn, than the usual counterpart. so she quickly throws a pokeball at it. it's a beautiful little thing, after all. [break][break]

and with the pokeball in hand, her lips curl into a smile, and she's quick to move right back out of the little dome, back to safety.

form changing typhlosion [break]

total: 3 crowns

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a look of drunk confusion rises in the face of their concern.

is someone hurting her? no… she’s just very drunk and trying to find Felix Gallagher among the sea of people.

her mouth opens to answer as knox prescott extends another drink. she takes it, fingers lingering on the baggie before pulling away and tossing the shot back.

and when jayden cross asks, her head turns to find him. a small frown continues to persist.

”no, i was just looking for someone.”

of course she says it right as a distortion rips apart the mainstage festivities… yikes.

they’re submerged in the thick of it and goddamn is she way too drunk for this.

jayden cross ’s hand wraps around her wrist and she all but shoves herself into his side, tugging knox prescott along because she refuses to let go of him too. he’s already moving in that direction but she holds onto both boys with a vice grip, knuckles white and anxious.

she tosses out a pokemon in the process. a hisuian zorua joins her side but it quickly shifts, body beginning to grow bigger and bigger until it’s a hisuian zoroark instead.

the hisuian zoroark sticks close to her back, snarling at the people and pokemon nearby.

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jayden cross mint frost & knox prescott
0/150 hp - very drunk, lost the contest
hisuian zorua evolves into hisuian zoroark!

Before further conversation could ensue between herself and the twins, something crazy happened! A space distortion tear!
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"Holy shit," She muttered, turning to face the distortion, eyes widened by disbelief. By now, this should've been expected, but the reporter still somehow found herself stumbling over this sudden turn of events. A natural step forward drew herself closer to her partner.
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"Yeah, sounds like a plan." Even though she allowed her drunken boyfriend to grab her wrists, she managed to help maneuver them through the crowd, issuing the occasional apology and corrective push whenever collusion became possible.
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[attr="class","ooc"] CIAN MAHER + caden maher[break]
+ 1 red shard

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

between acts, she caught the speech on a screen.

”our region has survived cataclysm before, and will survive cataclysm again” because their brightest and best were on the case. it stung, sometimes, to be on the other side. to feel illegitimate. to be the brightest for the wrong team, and to have ultimately failed in her efforts to devise a safety net for those she cared about.

THEO BECKETT ’s suggestion still hung in her head with heavy regret, along with the day she had met illeana reyes , when she had been so reluctant to share and collaborate with the league’s head professor.

in the end, as someone who had spent so much time blaming the world around her, as the meteoroid careened towards them, she begun to count her own faults instead. not so much repenting, but imploding under the weight of guilt and lost time.

as the familiar colors of the spacetime distortion began to appear, unleashing angry pokémon on the crowd, she shook her head with a vaguely amused huff. of course.

”we’re so fucked,” she muttered to herself.

because even if they were to stop the meteoroid, what about everything else? what about the next attack? the next darkest day? the next alien invasion? the next well-deserved celebration torn down by disaster? the next barrier that divided them further, self-created or otherwise?

there was no hope for this region, only a weary hope for escape.

a pokéball was tossed up, a noctowl swooping down to air slash an oncoming sneasel.

mainstage space-time distortion
mentioned dahlia's speech

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