SPACE-TIME DISTORTION #10

Give me my Shard.

Again with this.

Doug's brow twisted into an annoyed frown as he let go of the frozen treat in his mouth, huffing as the world colored a familiar purple and everything began to descend into absolute chaos.

"Alright, alright! Calm down!" Began shouted the youth at the crowds as he grabbed his net balls. "The military's here, so just gather up! I'll be escorting you to safety, so just stand back and let me handle the pokemon!"

He couldn't get even a lunch break in this goddamn region, JEEZ!

By now, Josh had noticed a pattern in the way the Space-Time Distortions worked. They let people in, but they did not let people out until they disappeared after just a few minutes. He had done some experimentation with the one at Slateport City, and noticed a few patterns he was about to take advantage of. The biggest exploit is while the distortions ensnared those who stepped fully inside them, he could release Pokémon from outside them, and he could even reach into them to recall his Pokémon.

Unfortunately for him, the Beautifuly and Dustox sports bar he frequented was inside the Distortion, and all its patrons were likely operating under emergency procedures. He would have to wait to eat here until after the Distortion faded. No big deal, though! As he did not have time to deal with full-on survival mode, he came here to do what he planned on; bringing Craggro, one of his newly-captured Arcanine, to the place after he had heard about a rare form of the Pokémon.

Josh stood at the Distortion's edge and released Craggro into the unstable field of space and time, the Pokémon looking almost immediately completely different. His fur looked a lot darker. Almost volcanic. Almost immediately after the change, a red-eyed Pidgeot and Staraptor flashed into view in a bright light, Craggro quickly scaring them away with...ROCK SLIDE? When could Arcanine learn that move? That was certainly an unexpected way to handle the birds! Not wanting to be snatched by an enormous bird, Josh recalled Craggro and high-tailed it away from Fortree.

these are becoming more frequent as of late which makes sense considering they're nearing the end of the world. best take advantage of them while he still can, he supposes.

"transform."

almost on cue (not really, about five minutes pass), his ursaring starts shifting into what they now know as an ursaluna. it roars, ready to lash out only to be recalled back into its pokeball because it still is the same pokemon.

just different.

ursaring > ursaluna
learning HEADLONG RUSH
form change x1 - [x]
level tutor x1 - [x]

The noise was almost unbearable. A discordant shattering of the ozone rending in twain.

Memo had been in enough of these to know what to expect. His temporal-spacial rift tolerance was oft boostered.

Or, least, so he thought.

He opened his mouth to answer Alex’s claim to irony when the Basculin slapped him in the face. The spine of the fish crushed his nose like a pop can, belch of compressed cartilage and tv static reverbing through his ears. His shouted curse was swallowed by a shaft of lightning as he cupped his hands around his face, palms pooling with blood.

Any remaining sense of smell would be a miracle.

Unlike all the other times (one of them identical, in fact) Alex was there, one hand at the small of his back, the other patting gently at his gushing nose with his scarf. Memo tried to wave him away.

“You’ll ged blood on your scarf,” he insisted, consonants thickened like the tissues of his face.

He pushed at just the right moment, the space between them hypodermized by a shimmering blue fragment. Then it was his turn to collapse on Alex, checking for wounds despite his boyfriend’s cursing and reciprocated tending.

"Id jud a brogen node,” he whined, though his body slackened with no protest, “dond really need do go do a dogdor.”

Alexei Ivanov