This….this was very different. From everything else, really. Sure, Megan had battled before. That was how she had acquired her badges, after all. But at the same time, she had never fought anyone in earnest. Yes, she had once hospitalized someone briefly. But that had been an act of frustration, of rage. And it had not been a true fight. The other person had never had a chance to fight back. None of that had been a fight. Not in her opinion. Megan had taken quite a while to even comprehend what she had done back then.
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Hence, it felt weird to be out here, standing watch in what felt like a graveyard in a way, fogs creeping about all around her. If that was supposed to be something Halloween related, she would have relished this. But the only fear to be felt today was a real one. Yet, when she had been asked to help, she had not found it in herself to say no. Hydreigon at her side, she had come here feeling ready. Yet, left to her own devices to check and guard this area, it did feel a lot chillier than before. Megan was not quite sure if she even wanted to fight one of those Rockets. They had left her alone so far other than that one punk that had been trying to bother her store back in the day, only to leave when they realized nothing was to be gained.
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Either way, she was uneasy as she waited for the storm, arms crossed and standing next to her dragon. Megan would have loved to put on some music, but she wanted to stay alert. So far though, all she heard was the gentle rustling of leaves somewhere in the wind.

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+ uneasily waiting around C6,5 with Hydreigon
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He'd been perched for a while now. Scouting had been conducted weeks prior, looking around and wandering the giant grave site at different tiems of day, different weather. A part of him hoped to see a day with the worst fog imaginable, and no fog at all. Today it seemed like something in between. Even as he rested on his cliff, a ways away from his colleagues, cold in the dreary fog, he could barely see much aside for mthe roiling clouds. The fact of the matter was he would have to change positions constantly to get in on any action. [break][break]

But for now, until Rocket showed if they showed, the position he was in was good enough. The League's position was set, anyone not there was more than likely a liability. After all, no one was stupid enough to come all the way up here during the meteor. He doubted anyone was even allowed when the League knew it was about to become the site of a blood bath. [break][break]

Static crackles before he hears the voices of his superiors. "Roger that." he murmured into his comms device as PENELOPE LIVY spoke up. More voice join into the radio but he's too busy shifting his position and and gripping his rifle steady. The bipod its on holds steady as he just barely sees the swirl of mist and the shape fall in his thermal scope. He pulled the trigger, recoil slamming the buttstock into the familiar hold in his shoulder, padded by the kevlar vest. [break][break]

The shot cuts through fog, sailing straight for Marza Volchitsa. Blood bubbled out from the small wound and dirt flies up and hits fern delaney as it digs into the ground. A miss, but he wouldn't shit on himself for a rushed shot. He might have one or two more in him thanks to the suppressor. But then again, what were Rocket's numbers? Callan Young is right. They're moving in, haphazardly but all the same. "Shot taken at strange movement around D5. Megan Whitmore, heads up." he informed. [break][break]

He heard illeana reyes on comms and nodded silently, tucking away that info as he loaded another round. Joules meanwhile buzzed near him, all three eyes scanning the battlefield and beeping quietly every so often. More and more suspicious activity, more targets to suppress before things got messy. But he couldn't try all of them. The tension was swelling. Even as annalise henderson speaks, he can't bring himself to say anything other than, "Understood." He closed another eye and moved his focus back to the only clear patch he could see thanks to DEREK HOFFMAN's DEFOG. [break][break]

"Young, Hoffman I have a shot." he relayed into the comms wondering what the hold up was. As he trained his attention onto their problem child as Joules hovered protectively, MIRROR COAT turning metallic body even more reflective. His eyes train on the suspect before feeling a chill drip down his spine. Now why the fuck was Tempest Quinn here of all places?

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+ @a lot of people sorrryyy [break][break]
- acknowledged penny on comms [break]
- shooting at marza and giving her sexy anime slick nick in the face 😩 [break]
- sorry not sorry fern [break]
- giving megan a heads up, plus letting people know where he's shooting [break]
- acknowledges annalise 🥺 [break]
- focusing on derek and callan and temp [break]
- Joules the Magnezone uses MIRROR COAT [break]

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the fog is thick today. [break][break]

she wonders why she isn't put off by the whispers, but maybe she's spent too much time wandering around the mountain to care less about the screams of the damned. it's getting chilly nowadays, after a sweltering hot summer - it's a good thing she's layered up just enough. her blissey was insisting that she be warm. [break][break]

ah, these high pressure and intensity missions bring back bad memories. [break][break]

her hair is tied up into a high ponytail, with a black mask over her lips, wearing a black slim-fitting shirt and cargo pants, with her belt around her waist carrying a few medical supplies, along with pokemon. it'll be difficult to tell friend from foe, even if she can match a name to a passing face during her time from rocket. [break][break]

rain (Tempest Quinn ) starts to fall, and the fog is beginning to clear.. but none of this sits well with her. it never does. [break][break]

"ana, use future sight." she throws out a pokeball, revealing a large cycloptic ghost pokemon. the pokemon nods, eye glowing blue as it attempts to make out the future - whether it's immediate or further, will remain to be seen.

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> DUSKNOIR uses FUTURE SIGHT, cause you never know.[break]
> sitting at i12

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A sly smile settled in as the redhead overlooked the paths down below. She'd opted for the high ground; and elevated section allowing her to engage with unwanted visitors coming up, while also being able to keep an eye out on PENELOPE LIVY, who, even in these dire times, was still her priority to protect. Rather than the contraption they were meant to protect instead. So having both conveniently close to one another meant she could do both.

"Copy that." she radio'd back shortly, before allowing silence to take over again.

Beside her, looming within the fog stood her Tyrantrum, Mori. Despite its giant stature it didn't budge a muscle, the sole thing flicking back and forth its eyes, carefully watching the paths below, and the vague movements within from shadows they couldn't quite make out yet. Friend? Foe? She wasn't planning on leaving her post and going down to find out.

That did not mean however she'd not take the chance to pummel them if they came closer. "Be ready to move, Mori. They're coming in fast." Kyrenai issued her Tyrantrum to act cautiously as rain further diminishes their line of sight. It wouldn't take long for the slopes of Mt. Pyre to become nothing more than slippery mud if this rain held on, she'd gather, which would only become more of an advantage to her if she played her cards right. While Mori focused on their surroundings, Kyrenai eyes Oliver Shrakes and then Callan Young down below, and the ones they've laid their eyes on. Only when they clash will she interfere, but for now, she merely watches.


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