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kimmy

pax
he/they
28
may 26
vermillion city, kanto
pansexual
intel and accountability officer
deputy director
then i'll become the monster, i will deal the blow
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paxton concordas
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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2022 4:54:53 GMT
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Perched once again, hissing a little as he actively felt his weapon dig into the bruises on his back. Hopefully, Baldwin had done the job and gotten rid of that Rocket but he didn't confirm and he doubted the Klefki was in any state to communicate. [break][break]

He's on the rocks again looking at bits and pieces of the battle field and checking radio comms. Were they down? Shit- His mission wasn't fighting Rockets. He's about to start the trek back to a position closer to the primal point when he spotted familiar red headed boss lady and then an explosion of power. Even at this distance he's amazed she can stand out. Then again, maybe that was more so the amount of power and attacks being aimed at one particular person. He loads a round while trying to get in contact with , locking eyes on who's display of power had pushed and rocked some of the fog.
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+ steppign in to help penny and locking eyes with and [break][break]






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Aura

Kyr
she/her
thirty-seven
December 31st
Blackthorn City
Bi-sexual
Assassin / Architect
Civilian
my most beautiful chaos
One day I will find you
1m85 // 6'1 height
1m85 // 6'1 height
Her heart in spite, is warm and bright
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Kyrenai Black
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POSTED ON Nov 2, 2022 23:56:03 GMT
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The cry catches her off guard, and she turns to glance over her shoulder, at the nothingness towering beyond her vantage point as the earth below her feet slowly rumbles. Trying to guard her eyes from the incoming wind she finds herself blasted away moments later, with a strength powerful enough to send even Mori flying down the slope. Had she chosen another location she might not have to deal with the change in altitude, but did not let that fact knock her out of the field. Not figuratively, at least.

With a short flick the cloak she'd been wearing came undone from the ring on her shoulder, and snaps it at the Tyrantrum. The prehistoric beast bites down and pulls, lunging its trainer into its proximity so she can settle on her back. From this height, sticking a landing would prove difficult for the assassin, but for the giant Tyrantrum it'd barely take any effort.

When they hit the ground it vibrates, a sizeable dent left in the rocky underground as small rocks and debris are sent flying around them. Mori roars in frustration at the force that has sent them flying now she's sturdily afoot again, but a calming hand quells her just as fast. Kyrenai doesn't allow her tantrums, and shows it as she slides off her back, attaching her cloak back unto its ring. Her hand rests on the sword at her side as she scans the location, and at the sound of skirmishing and shots starts making her way up again, only to find herself locking eyes with as he comes speeding up the mountain.



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Tl;dr:
- Uses her cloak to close the distance between her and Mori (Tyrantrum)
- Lands successfully, and with a bang
- Mori roars
- Locks eyes with (post Amor's first fight) and bars his passage


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Ro
He/Him/His
24
April 14th
Wyndon, Galar
Bisexual
Grunt
Ex-Rocket Beast
shelter
from the storm
5'10 height
5'10 height
It's a long way forward, so trust in me.
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Rowan Wrynn
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POSTED ON Nov 3, 2022 6:11:00 GMT
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[attr="class","rowwtw"]A sudden shift in the landscape caused Rowan to be shunted from his perch upon the mountainous ridge, slamming into the ground before rolling to a stop. "What the hell...?" Had he been attacked? No person or Pokémon had been near him, he would have noticed if he'd been the target of a move. Pushing himself up from the dirt, Rowan let out a sharp whistle, informing Kotaro as to where he'd be. "Guess it's started." Hell was breaking loose all around the mountain, the fight had begun and as far as he knew, he'd been the victim of someone drawing first blood. [break][break]

A quick glance around the battlefield caught sight of a potential foe, someone he didn't recognize among the faces of the Elite Four and Gym Leaders who were defending the Primal Point. Quick footsteps placed Rowan and his Greninja before the man, staring them directly in the eyes from behind the visage of his mask. "Nothing personal, mate." He assured , preparing to give his Pokémon an attack order.[break][break]

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Mars | Tuesday
He/Him
28
August 4th
Canalave City, Sinnoh
Bi / Demiro
POG Bank CEO
Underboss
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Martín del Mar
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POSTED ON Nov 6, 2022 19:53:10 GMT
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He bides his time.
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In this mountain that has been overtaken by the chaos of battle, timing can make all the difference. There had been necessary diversions, a moment taken to recruit to their side and another to aid when facing and , but in the end, his mission remains the same: retrieve the primal crystal and disable the primal point.
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Shadows move, drawing some of those closest to the primal point ( and ) into a fight, and in the fog, Mars recognizes the familiar figure that is Team Rocket’s boss, . The opportunity is not put to waste by the underboss.
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In the midst of battle, when all those near the primal point seem distracted, a masked man appears under the cover of dense fog. By his side is a Beheeyem, its lights flickering ominously. One gesture, one red light, and the area around them is suddenly IMPRISONED. Another gesture, an intermittent yellow light, and the Beheeyem attempts to interface with the primal point in order to disable it.
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If worse comes to worst, more extreme measures will be taken.
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Yet, as all this occurs, the masked man hears it over the endless sounds of strife all around them: someone approaches.
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He reaches for a dark pokéball, facing towards the steps.
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”Very well, then.”



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MASK / DISGUISE

[break]+ Mars appears by the primal point in the middle of the fog while most people are distracted with fights (will likely teleport away soon, we'll see o:)
[break]+ Beheeyem IMPRISONS the area by the primal point
[break]+ Beheeyem attempts to interface with primal point in order to disable it
[break]+ MARS LOCKS EYES WITH
[break]+ MP Spin-off Thread: HALLOWED GROUND


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Grey / Connors
He / Him
Twenty-Six
October Thirty-one
Oldale Town
Heterosexual
Bee Enthusiast
Elite Four
1061 height
1061 height
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Greyson Connors
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POSTED ON Nov 9, 2022 18:00:56 GMT
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the world erupted around him, echoes of combat, yells, and the cliche monolog or two. his eyes narrow, before a figure emerges from the fog.
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their eyes lock, and greyson suppresses the sigh that comes from a lack of desire to do this dance of death.
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but, as he must.


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the crown prince
masculine
twenty-eight
may 20
hammerlocke, galar
heterosexual
archaeologist
aqua/ex-admin
born under a bad sign with a blue moon in my eyes
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Remiel Calcifet
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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2022 7:38:33 GMT
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[attr="class","ltrhead-text"]In the shadows behind a rocky ridge (D2), Remiel instantly appears, leaving a crackle of ephemeral blue static in his wake. He's just finished his battle with and, frankly, he's on the verge of passing out. The injuries he had sustained when defeating still lingered as well. Slumped against the canyon walls, he tallies all of them in his mind:[break][break]

A seeping stab... a swollen cheek... a dislocated shoulder... minor burns against the back... cuts and bruises.[break][break]

A cracked mask. A missing cloak. Weaponless. Another dead Flygon... from another explosion. Really, fate?
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Just as his legs give out, forcing him to fall onto his behind and sit, he turns to see a humanoid figure emerging from a crevice in the wall. As his hazy vision readjusts, however, he smiles to find himself reunited with his GOTHITELLE. Without a word, it crouches down by his side and begins to mend his body with a HEALING PULSE.[break][break]

When he's well enough to do so, he'll pop that shoulder back into place himself.[break]


MP FUND PAGE[break]
MAXED MP GAUGE: 1170[break][break]

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📝 TLDR[break][break]

TELEPORTED to D2[break]
laments the loss of his FLYGON[break]
GOTHITELLE uses HEAL PULSE on


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GONGAGER
he/him
25
October 13
GONGAGA
gongaga-romantic
gongager
gongago
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gongaga
808 height
808 height
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MT. PYRE



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ICLY SET NOV 18
WILL USE MERIT POINTS
DEATH-ENABLED RAID EVENT



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STALEMATE



BATTLES ARE WAGED THROUGH FOG AND FUNERAL. There is little time to rest; the dead take respite for them.[break][break]

The meteoroid is terrifyingly visible in the heavens. Those who have the spare time to examine it would see small clouds of smoke. Fiery bulbs of explosions. Pockets of elemental color flaring out like fresh blooms.[break][break]

The League is able to defend the PRIMAL POINT miraculously enough. However, both factions find immense difficulty in their endeavors due to disrupted communications. Pivotal information is blocked or lost.[break][break]

Throughout these battles, if not at the very end, trainers convene with each other for convalescence or tend to themselves.

RECOVERY


IN THIS ROUND, you may roleplay your character healing or reviving one of their Pokemon. For flavor, you may roleplay your character healing another character's Pokemon/your character's Pokemon receiving healing from another character.[break][break]

Please indicate which of your Pokemon is being healed or revived in the TL;DR. Please use the species' name and not the Pokemon's nickname.


Briefly, communications reenter the League's ears: "primal points will be fired in... five minutes... pyre do you read me? are things okay there?"[break][break]

Suddenly, the voice dissolves into a shroud of static sound. Communications die again and any response made perishes in the radio silence.[break][break]

Around the PRIMAL POINT, the umbral surge of Rocket Boss 's shadows reappears once again. But before he can manifest entirely, a pulse of energy strikes the peak. A frustrated grunt leaves him as the energy disperses his shadowy body into mist and casts anyone near it away once again in a frustrating repeat of the past. However, this time, the space before the machine features a glowing fissure. One that travels into the air as if the air were a cracking glass pane.[break][break]

An UNOWN-D appears. Rotates around like clockwork as a black, flat panel manifests into its full rectangular shape like a virus. From the black pane, a man with black and white hair emerges fitted with a tight-fitting black suit. He smiles, flipping a golden coin in his palm.[break][break]

There is no sign of Rocket Boss Walsh anymore.


WINTER IS HERE



SOME MAY FIND THIS MAN'S MANNER FAMILIAR, for he is FATHER WINTER, the man who had thrust poor souls into alternate universes in an attempt to strand or gift them for their luck. He stands coolly and plays with something in his hand.[break][break]

"bold of you all to try and circumvent hoenn's fate."[break][break]

He speaks quickly, unwilling to let anyone take pot shots. His UNOWN-D is quick to shoot any attack down as it begins to rotate quicker and quicker, the fracture present before the PRIMAL POINT beginning to splinter into further branches. Like Lichtenberg figures, the cracks violently spread and destroy spatial integrity.[break][break]

"but we've been planning this for quite some time." Father Winter says.[break][break]



Suddenly, the fissure gives way and a sound akin to that of a thousand glass cathedrals shattering pierces the ears of everyone on the mountain. From this hovering crevasse, an enormous winged dragon-centaur, an angel of spatiality, emerges with eerie gait. Its long legs trod on the earth with its powerful hooves that trample headstones beneath grim protrusions on the knees. , , , , and , those who had taken the Past Terminal in the Cloud, would recognize this as an Origin Forme Palkia that had hatched from a celestial egg.[break][break]

's GIRATINA would recognize the original form of its kin. Psychically, the Renegade Pokemon tells its avatar that this Palkia lives in a dimension shred to ribbons. That it is feared and unruly in this form, able to summon meteors and shockwaves on behest of its progenitor: Arceus.[break][break]

"we've tamed this one back to its more subservient form." Father Winter says. "palkia desires nothing other than the rescue of all other realities now. just like its dad. do you still want to save your hoenn knowing that?"[break][break]

The meteoroid is much larger now. A hand stretched to the sky would not cover the massive shape blocking the heavens.[break][break]



"if you want to stop me, then indulge me in a little game." A coin is flipped. The cool chime of the flick segueing into its rapid spin in the air; the scene before everyone is cause for deja vu in 's GALLADE's mind. "call it. heads or tails! you call it right, and i'll spare you. come on now. call it!"[break][break]

The ORIGIN FORME PALKIA begins to charge an attack. Pink energies tear the fabric of space in grisly cyclones behind it.

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COIN FLIP


This round has a COIN FLIP GAME. In your post, have your character call HEADS OR TAILS. In my next mod post, I will ROLL too. If my roll is an odd number, it is heads. If my roll is an even number, it is tails.[break][break]

Please BOLD what your character has called in the TL;DR.


The PRIMAL POINT remains untouched. Faced with this otherworldly obstacle and downed comms, the factions must consider their choices:
TEAM ROCKET: Do we steal or attempt to steal a part of the primal crystal and hope that the League fires a back-up primal point? Do we activate the primal crystal instead of the League?

LEAGUE: Do we attempt to activate the primal crystal? Do we do it early or attempt to strike it at the end of the 5 minute countdown?


As the clock ticks, desperate action erupts.



RULES & GUIDELINES



INSTRUCTIONS


PLEASE HEED THE FOLLOWING RULES. Failure to comply with these rules may result in the failure or dismissal of your actions.

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  • before you post, you must lock in your pokemon selection in sign ups.
  • you can only use ONE MOVE and ONE POKEMON at a time.
  • please include a TL;DR (too long; didn't read) note summarizing your important actions.
  • you must ROLL THIS ROUND.
  • missing a round/or too many rounds may result in being RETCONNED OR EXPELLED OUT OF THE EVENT in some way.
  • please POST ONCE this round.

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE MERIT POINT PHASE OUTCOMES WILL BE REVEALED/RESOLVED NEXT MOD POST.

Do note, there are many characters participating. Moderator posts may not be able to reference every single character or go into specific detail at times due to the sheer work needed.


DEADLINE


NOVEMBER 16TH - 11:59PM PST


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Supernova Shredder
He/Him
30
march 21
mauville city
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Trainer
an anxious object
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6’3” height
I’d rather watch your star explode
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Callan Young
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POSTED ON Nov 13, 2022 10:57:20 GMT
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Muscles devoid of stamina shamble up the top of the hill as exhaustion sets into Callan's bones, finding 's former triage station in the midst of the chaos, southeast of the primal point. After three consecutive battles, being able to revive and heal his Pokemon was a godsend, even if they weren't completely fresh.

"Primal points will be fired in... five minutes... pyre do you read me? are things okay there?" Callan taps on his microphone as he hears the Commissioner's voice. "Commissioner we're under attack, the Primal Point has been screeching and comms are cut, can you read me?" The static serves as a daunting response. He could only hope that Dahlia was able to receive at least the first few words. Five minutes, the Primal Point needed to be activated at that specific time, otherwise the calculations would be off.

A shadow flies over the sky, Callan's eyes briefly look towards the shadowy mass hat was 's corporealizing body before it is distinctly swatted off by a shockwave.

As was he.

The explosion knocks the wind out of Callan, as he once again flies back away from the Primal Point and towards the steps leading towards the machine. Callan lies, winded for a moment, before staggering to his feet, leaning against the cliff wall as a man dressed in a black cloak and white suit casually speaks of the end of Hoenn. He assumed, given the Unown, and the way he was soutterly detached rom everything, in addition to the superhuman powers, that this was a member of the DRK Triad.

The crack present in front of the Primal Point stretches before Callan's eyes, as reality shatters, and Palkia rides through. This was what they saw in The Cloud. Except the details were wrong, slightly off, at least. In that vision, both Palkia and Dialga had attempted to seemingly destroy the barrier surrounding the Region.

Here, the details were slightly different. Was Maldacena wrong, did he misremember, or has the ;present' not come to pass as of yet?

Legendaries. Avatars. Spacetime fractures. World-ending meteors. It was all a bit too rich for Callan's taste. All he really cared about was living past today and seeing his daughter again. Callan treated his question as if it was in earnest:

"All humans are experts in making bad decisions, my friend." Callan began, a bitter, mocking laughter escapes his lips. "Everyday we choose to keep breathing."

It was strange, how the fear kept him out of body, as if he were truly not there, but Callan took advantage of the high. Clicking on the ball that held his Spinda, the Pokemon hops beside Callan as the effervescent pink light of Palkia's energy charges up, seemingly unaware of the severe mortal danger it was currently in. Asalways, Zenos was in its own world, likely thinking of Pecha donuts. He needed to see where the others were. Otherwise, they'd not be able to reach the primal point in time, not with this horse of death facing them.

"HEADS."





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+ Using SALAC BERRY x2
+ CALLAN is in front of the steps from the PRIMAL POINT, facing FATHER WINTER.
+ CALLAN replies to FATHER WINTER's rhetorical question.
+ CALLAN chooses HEADS.


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Solo

Seraphim
He, Him
27
June 25th
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Heterosexual
Billionaire, Playboy
Head Scientist
"I can't take the pressure....I'm gone beyond repair...."
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Amor Rose
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 13, 2022 11:08:21 GMT
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He was wounded, burned, his armor was still holding on, but for how much longer he didn't know. Thankfully his disguise hadn't fallen entirely, but here he was at the summit. His prize right before him, and that is when the universe laughed in his face. Against all odds he had managed to claw his way up here. Doing his best to not deal any permanent damage to those he faced. Well with the exception of . But if he tried to play nice with a guy who could throw fireballs he'd wind up far more crispy. Some guy he didn't recognize appeared, and that was when something beautiful happened.

He saw it emerge, and the pressure it emitted was terrible, and oppressive. But he recognized it. One of the four progenitors that he had seen in that data world. This Origin Palkia, a monster of terrible strength, and beauty. And it was standing next to his mission, next to his objective. Being controlled by this man. One of the Gods of his region was being controlled by someone unworthy. While he didn't worship Palkia, there was still respect to be had for it, and this man, had the audacity to make it sound like a toy.

"Orcus!" He roared the name of his Golurk as the giant sentry appeared. He could kill two birds with one stone in this scenario. "Earthquake! Bring him to his knees!" Palkia was charging up an attack, and Amor didn't know what devastation awaited everyone, but perhaps if he could disrupt the one claiming to control it, it would buy them a few seconds. He was hoping to damage the Primal Point at the same time to make extracting the crystal easier. Which is where he headed to next.

At the newcomers words of a coin flip, he grimaced. Hoping to reach the Primal Point, and extract the crystal, the man said he would spare them if they guessed right, but could he be trusted? Or was this another sick game like the one Malcedena put them through. A short 'tch' noise left his lips, Amor didn't like betting when he had an option to lose. It was stupid to gamble like that, but what would happen if he didn't play along.

"Heads." He shouted out his guess.

He had fought , , , and to make it this far. He couldn't be stopped now when victory was within his, and rockets grasp.

Sure the League would complain, but he hoped that they were competent enough to have the ability to sense technological malfunctions, and act accordingly. And if they didn't, then it just meant it was time for this region to meet it's end.

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TLDR
After his fight with Illeana, and Paxton, Amor would arrive at G2 if possible!
Amor summons his Golurk, and has it use Earthquake to try, and disrupt Father Winter, and Palkia. No Guard is active!
Amor heads for the Primal Point hoping to rip the crystal out of it before Palkia just erases them all from existence!
Amor chooses Heads!
Amor hates this guy

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POSTED ON Nov 13, 2022 15:07:28 GMT
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The young mafioso trudged his way to safety somewhere nearby on the volcanic mountain. His mind was blank while his legs felt like solid lead. Finding a secure enough place to rest and recuperate, he pulled out his Pyroar's pokeball releasing the unconscious pokemon he stared at it with a look of rage and regret on his face.

Rage at himself and regret for his mistakes. This could've ended way, way, worse. He was just grateful that woman seemed to experienced to deal a killing blow. "Iskandar." His voice was a soft whisper as the first hint of emotion shined in his eyes in a while. Pulling out his last Hyper Potion he applied it on the fire pokemon watching as the wounds slowly closed and healed over. "You'll be alright you runt, just hang in there."

His throat was practically closed off, tight, though he would deny it if anyone were nearby to mention it. Returning the pokemon to its pokeball he attached it to his waist with the other three before securing his mask, checking to see if it was still in place.

With that done, the man stood tall - gazing up at the top of the mount before his head raised higher to witness the overbearing sight of the meteor that was mere minutes from crashing into them. And destroying everything in its wake.

"Heh, this really is the fucking end of the world." He joked sardonically, a somewhat strained but oddly amused chuckle leaving his lips. But it wasn't over yet, not yet. And he still had some fight in him. Might as well go out guns blazing, eh? Making his way towards the pathway, everything began to unravel before he could take another step.

A shock of electricity ran down his spine like something was very, very, wrong. Gritting his teeth he found himself running up the path only to witness a mysterious figure with white and black hair flipping a coin. Unown of all things next to him, shooting down any and all attacks before they could hit.

"What the fuck?!" He couldn't help but question aloud. Something about this guy was unsettling, something told Elio he would not win this fight. Only for his fears to be realized seconds later as what could only be called a "god" appeared from a fissure that shattered like a million pieces of glass.

No... That was no god... That was some fucked up demon! The mafioso found himself reaching for his pokeball but stopped mid-attempt, his hand shaking, hovering right over the capture sphere. His eyes narrowed, he tried to hide the uncertain feeling that twisted in his gut.

This feeling he only felt once, recently, by the man known as . But this time, he managed to smother the feeling just a tiny bit enough to speak. "I don't know what kinda game you're playing, but whatever..." 'Why the hell not?' "Tails!" He growled out expression a barely restrained snarl as he gave his answer. Wondering in these moments that would come to pass... What exactly would happen to them all?

Elio wasn't too keen to find out. Yet, all he could do was wait and wonder. Cause there was no way they were getting out of this unscathed...


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+ Elio rests and heals his Pyroar with a Hyper Potion.
+ Elio encounters Father Winter for the first time (at the Primal Point).
+ Elio chooses Tails on the coinflip.
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Ollie
He/Him
26
June 29
Blackthorne City
Homosexual
Ranger
Cadet
Pain makes you stronger, heartbreak makes you wiser, and fear makes you braver
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Oliver Shrakes
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 14, 2022 1:12:43 GMT
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Oliver had moved up, but was in hiding for now. Taking out some potions and healing items, he was treating his Braviary. That Incinoroar was tough, and he got cut off! Better heal up one of his oldest buddies, then use the other one to cut off that guy and finish their fight. His radio cackled about the time limit before the points launch. Five minutes...they gotta stall them for five minutes...that's one hell of an ask. But then...a dimensional tear appeared. And out came...a man? Who the hell was this guy? A new form of a legendary also showed up, while the figure boasted about having tamed it. Some blah blah blah about other realities and asking them about saving their's. Well duh? What kind of question was that? A bit selfish, yeah, probably, but who wants to die?

Huffing, he did indulge in the crazy man as he returned his buddy in his pokeball, hoping that the potions will do their job in time. "If you got good ears, I choose heads." Taking out his Dragonite, he moved closer to the point by air, hoping to cut off his earlier opponent or another Rocket member...maybe even the boss himself. That new Pokemon was a huge worry...he didn't know what it was. But if nothing else, it took a great deal to make Oliver afraid. Into the radio, he called out to anyone that can listen. "Did everyone hear that? Five minutes is what we need to stall. That meteor may be much larger now, but if this plan works, it won't matter much. We can do this guys, we just need to hold out for five minutes!"


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Oliver heals Braviary.
He returns Braviary and brings out Dragonite.
He moves fast towards the Primal Point to defend it.
He guesses Heads to indulge the man.
Calls out the radio to tell people that they need to hold out for five minutes, and that they can do this!



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roux

Marz/Marzy
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34
Jan 1
castelia city, unova
hella lesbian
smuggler
rocket beast
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Marza Volchitsa
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 14, 2022 16:25:38 GMT
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That last battle had been a major mistake, as proven by the blood dripping all over the ground beside her as she lurched down the side of the mountain. Admittedly, the battle and the mission had somewhat slipped her mind and against her better judgment she sought out instead. Eventually, she found him. About as bad off as she was, save for the hole in her side. The knife wasn't as bad as she'd first thought, but that didn't save her the blood she'd lost on the way there.
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"Hey, where'd you go, idiot?" She was breathing a bit heavy as she stood over him. "Get up, quit being dramatic." Fern wasn't a fighter though, she knew that. Had he not wandered off, maybe she could have been there to fight it for him as she usually did. They didn't even save his face the mercy, which seemed especially brutal. League were fucked in the head, weren't they? It pissed her off. She was supposed to be stronger than this. She could almost hear her father, calling her weak as his shaking hands lifted a cigar to his smoke-stained teeth.
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Having spent most of her energy getting there, she dropped down beside him. The ripped cloth she'd tied around her waist was soaked through, but it had done the job until then. She winced, biting down on whatever pain might vocalize. "Guess I fucked up too, heh. Two versus one, can you believe that shit?" All fucking excuses, she needed to get stronger than this. "Let me fix your nose and you fix me. Or whatever." She might still die, that was always a possibility. In Fern's case, it wasn't lethal. The dramatic fool would be fine.
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Whatever was happening above wasn't out of her notice, it just felt slurred. It felt needless and pointless. Her violence was stripped away for the time being and she hated that. Now? "More fucking games, tired of this shit." This far in, it was clear they didn't have much of a choice so she plucked a coin from her pocket. It was bloodied and chipped. She flipped.
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".... Apparently, I'm heads. My luck has been such shit today I'm probably fucked either way so..." She looked up at the sky, the way the meteor loomed closer and closer. Near blotting out the sun, casting the sky in a resin of red light. "At least it's fucking pretty." Wasn't she being chatty? That wasn't a great sign.

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the Harbinger
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october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
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the harbinger
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
PAAA: MT. PYRE
POSTED ON Nov 14, 2022 22:58:27 GMT
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He is near the Primal Point; so close he can almost touch it. Shadows swirl and coalesce in familiar fashion, and Gavin's eyes widen.[break][break]

Walsh?[break][break]

The pulse of energy that surges from the peak throws Gavin away from his goal, landing hard on his injured arm. Pain makes him clench his teeth but determination sees him get back to his feet, unsteady but unrelenting. They have a goal. He must reach the Primal Point.[break][break]

His gaze cuts toward the peak. His blood runs cold, then burning hot.[break][break]

"You."[break][break]

He remembers FATHER WINTER. How could he forget? On that fateful night in Granite Cave, he'd won the coin toss against the ghastly gambler and yet been doomed regardless to die in an alternate realm. He had promised himself that he'd kill Winter if they ever crossed paths again. And yet... Orders are orders.[break][break]

Rocket will always come first.[break][break]

"Liar!" Gavin snarls, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. "I called TAILS and won."[break][break]

He refuses to participate again, but perhaps Winter would consider his mere utterance of the word TAILS to be a vote in and of itself.[break][break]

Gavin pitches a luxury ball like a baseball toward the Primal Point, his Dhelmise emerging from within. A hand signal from Gavin sees it ALLY SWITCH with him, hopefully bringing him close enough to his objective that he could SNATCH the primal crystal.[break][break]

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⁠— Gavin is having none of Father Winter's shit; for the sake of mechanics, he did technically say the word TAILS while calling him out[break]
⁠— Throws DHELMISE's ball toward the peak and ALLY SWITCHES in an attempt to get close enough to grab the PRIMAL CRYSTAL.[break]
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illie, sap sipper
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september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
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with what's to transpire.
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illeana reyes
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POSTED ON Nov 15, 2022 0:35:19 GMT
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[attr="class","illeana i"]thanks to , they land close to the primal point in one piece. well, at close to one piece as they'll be. her side wound still drips steady blood, seeping through the patch of gauze she feebly secured there. and god, it hurts to fucking breathe... stupid broken rib.

"hey! anyone who's injured... get up here!"

her eyes are focused, hardened. pink healing mist begins to spread around her position, a welcome sight for the battered, beaten, and broken.

"i'll do what i can for your wounds."

the galarian ponyta at her side furthers the healing with a strong heal pulse. the move ripples into her mist and continues to add as much healing as they can muster. it's not enough -- it'll never be enough -- but it's something...

it's her being useful. and perhaps that is all that matters.

the sound of shattering glass rips into existence and with it, the piece of the puzzle she's been missing. except... it looks wrong, corrupted in a way she can't understand. the power it exudes feels like it surpasses the limits set on gods. and in the back of the mind, a phrase echoes:

Ꮤ𐌄 𐋅𐌀ᕓ𐌄 𐌁𐌄𐌄𐌍 𐌀𐌁𐌀𐌍𐌃Ꝋ𐌍𐌄𐌃


is this what that sense of absolute dread meant? abandoned to become a pawn, left on the side of the road to become corrupted against its very will?

she grits her teeth and for a moment, anger is blinding. her healing mist strongly ripples with the effect, emotions getting the better of the former tapu lele avatar.

"how dare you."

breaking down a god just to make them do your self-righteous bidding... it's blasphemous. and yet, a small voice in her mind echoes softly: isn't that what you were doing?

there's a look akin to pained devotion when she gazes upon the spatial angel. it reminds her of a different fable in this instance, one of four horses and the end of times.

somehow, she prays to the god before them as if it's ever been able to actually hear her. it hasn't but she tries all the same.

release palkia...

"tails."


the choice leaves her lips as familiar pink energy begins to form near palkia. it reminds her of a distortion, of and the pink cyclone they witnessed. and while she's happy to have been correct in the theory that has bloomed since she began this journey, it comes with a sadness to know the god is still a pawn, still a servant, still not free.

perhaps it's cathartic, though, to find the god she's been searching for in the same position she can't escape.

"we have five minutes to launch... make. it. count."

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- hi pp head: horse rp forme!
- shouts for the injured to gather near her
- puts healing mist up and holds it steady within a 5 foot radius
- galarian ponyta uses heal pulse to further boost the healing
- yells @ daddy winter
- picking tails



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temporary
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may 3rd
pacifilog, hoenn
big homo
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Tempest Quinn
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POSTED ON Nov 15, 2022 3:24:50 GMT
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Temp was taking a few breaths to lick his wounds. Sweat and blood and dirt were smeared down his face and on his hands.
The Spikes from his crossed paths with were still scratching and painful; ignored for other battles. He takes a moment of respite to rip the worst of them out, dropping the tough and bloodied bits on the ground.

He doesn't see what happens to Walsh.

But he does hear yell.

When he sees Father Winter he snarls. That mother fucker had almost killed him and . Had insulted him as a person. Had fucked them over so much. He doesn't know what the giant horse... thing in the rift behind him is. And Temp doesn't care.

He takes off running as fast as he can. Not for the Primal Point, as his husband and many other Rockets had so dutifully went after.... but for Father Winter himself.

"You motherfucker! I'm going to beat your head in!" In Temp's eyes, even if ooc Shiv would never cheat us, IC he knows that this guy is a charlatan. He just knew this guy was using that coin to cheat. He refused to play his game. A pokeball is tossed out- unleashing Bongo.

The Zarude shrieks in warning, snarling up at Palkia.

"Z-Move! Don't worry about that thing! Get Winter!"

Zarude roars, Z-Move energy surging around him. Vines rip up from the ground and surge with threatening intent, aiming to wrap around Father Winter's prison, his Unown-D, and anything else around him. If it succeeded in grabbing the Unown, it would choose that pokemon to grip, tearing into it with claws and teeth; the weird noodle pokemon would be ripped in half if the Zarude had his way. If it managed to break the barrier, he would also see to it that Winter was grappled by vines.

And if that played out....

Temp would take that goin coin for himself and punch that smug bastard hard enough to break his jaw.




ZARUDE: JUNGLE WRATH
GRASS-TYPE
summons vines in an AOE around itself to bind targets. afterward, it selects one bound enemy to ravage.


- healed himself a little
- does not know what palkia is
- refuses to play the game
- (i choose heads for him tho lol)
- goes right for father winter
- his Zarude uses his Z-Move on father Winter, his Unown D, and anything else around them
- if Zarude manages to grab the Unown D, Zarude will try and kill it
- if it manages to break the barrier, it will grab Father Winter with vines, too
- if BOTH OF THOSE THINGS HAPPEN LOL, Temp will try and steal the coin and punch Father Winter hard enough to break his damned jaw
- we hate this man


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Hogwarts AU
RPG Unlimited
MR
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N:FB
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EO GENESIS
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