she has two problems. [break][break]

three, if we count the hurling mass of rock in the sky. just her luck - to have to deal with this, and two injured people. her first priority is first aid, and immediate response to a gunshot wound. the majority of it has already been cleaned, and patched up, to the best of her abilities. he looks like he's still in pain, but the bleeding is starting to subside and it looks like he's able to breathe properly. at least, it looks like the bullet didn't pierce a lung, or his heart, but she'll have to bring him to an x-ray to confirm. [break][break]

"are you okay?" she asks, her sylveon consistently releasing the soothing aura through her ribbons. she's dealt with patients in shock before, this usually helps. her eyes narrow and she uses this moment to quickly heal up her blissey, and with the help of other league members, the egg pokemon has been revived. at least, enough for her to start healing herself. [break][break]

"embryo." she says, turning her attention back to Leonidas Stone . "heal pulse. help subside the pain." she commands the egg, who releases an aura of pink around her body. at the same time, it begins to heal up the pokemon in their balls, along with the wound that slowly started clotting. thankfully, it also acted as a bit of an anesthetic. when the bleeding slows, and she doesn't have to always swap gauze, she lets out a soft sigh of relief. "it's not.. perfect" less than perfect, less than what she'd prefer "but it'll do for now." he won't die, and he'll be fine. at least until they can get some help. [break][break]

"can you walk? stand?" she's still at his side, careful with handling him on his right. she doesn't want to aggravate the wound. "it'll be sore, and it will still sting a bit, but try to take it easy." as easy as he could. there were more people around now, since they were told to retreat back to the point.[break][break]

she hears the cry over communications, but her attention turns to the foreign man who speaks gibberish. at least, jumbled up in her head as its filled with concern. "this is so dumb.." and there's something about that grandiose demeanour that doesn't sit well with her. it's a little frustrating, playing to another person's game - maybe that's why she's grimacing. "heads." she calls, but she hates that she's playing along. [break][break]

this region is beyond salvation if one man can let a deformed monster roam around, with no one able to stop it - and still, rocket is trying to grab the primal point. they think one less primal point will make a difference? don't make her laugh. [break][break]

they've been blinded with ideals. [break]
how repulsive.

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DIpUuD_n

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> mari calling HEADS[break]
> reviving BLISSEY after it was knocked out by URSHIFU (love u mars)[break]
> BLISSEY uses HEAL PULSE[break]
> also gonna revive Leonidas Stone 's GARCHOMP if he decides to[break]
> aw fuck it's palkia and she's letting others deal with the dragon + primal point gl erryone

MT. PYRE

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When he came to, he was in a..bush? The world spun around Fern as he tried to sit himself up. It came back in patches before it all clicked into place like fragmented puzzle pieces. Strong grip, darkness. The clank of metal on his wrists and the inability to pull them more than a few inches apart. “Shit.” Lifting both hands to awkwardly push his mask up his head, he hissed at the pain it immediately caused as the hard material dragged against his definitely broken nose. Blearly, he blinked as light filtered back into his vision and his head swam.[break][break]

Rolling onto his side and then pushing himself up onto his knees, he worked at fishing a pin from his pocket. Always keep one on your person, tip of the day, he thought to himself sardonically. He managed to unlatch one, and let the other dangle on his wrist for the time being. Morticia swam back into view and he looked up at the haunter. “Where did you go?” he complained, but she ignored him. Moments later, Marza followed. “Was tryin’ to get up the mountain.” His voice was nasally from the blood and crooked angle of his nose. “I couldn’t stay over where..” Where Ceci had–no. Nope. It was a trail he couldn’t afford to go down. If he did, he wouldn’t be of any good.[break][break]

The forger gave his friend a pitiful look. Still, he let her snap his nose back into place with a sort of practiced ease that called into question how many times she’d done it. This was the first time for him, so he definitely howled. Just a little bit. Very manly-like.[break][break]

Fern barked out an empty laugh, “Who knew it would take multiple gunshots and a stab wound to make you this chatty. I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Let me see that.” He scooted closer to her in order to better examine the awkwardly tied wound in her side. “Whatever. At least you didn’t play underdog against a, like, seven foot tall behemoth.” Fern was pretty sure that hadn’t been a dude. That was a machoke in a people costume (sorry, Gwyar Wledig , lol.)[break][break]

He sighed as he packed the spot with gauze as gently as he could manage. “Honestly, you’re lucky I fit so many packets in my pockets…” it was a half-hearted chide. They still had an objective out here, didn’t they? The resounding sound of shattering glass rolled down the mountain, making his already ringing head thrum heavier. “Ugh. For once, I’m not into these dramatic entrances.” Still, his glance drifted up to the display and the offer that was put forward by Father Winter. Then it moved to Marza.[break][break]

His reaction felt…different than hers. He was absolutely, undoubtedly over this. He wanted to turn tail, but just in his ill-advised smackdown at the hands of that leaguer, Fern was tired of retreating. Or rather, he had to keep going because if he didn’t, he’d have to stop and reconcile with the losses he wasn’t quite ready to deal with yet. “We should…get up there.” Of course, he fully anticipated harsh rebuttal, but it was fine. It wouldn’t bother him.[break][break]

“Guess I’m tails, then,” he replied as Marza flipped her own coin in tandem, flashing a thumbs up as he managed one of his typical, cheeky winks. It still rang a little hollow, though. Eventually, he wasn’t content to sit and watch the looming meteor draw closer. He pushed himself back up onto shaky legs so that Morticia could LEVITATE him onto her back, and they could see about this primal-point-horse-palkia nonsense business. “Shall we?”[break][break]

He looked down at Marza. “If you don’t come, I get bragging rights for a month. No, a year.” As he waited, he fished out Cora’s ball, releasing the fainted corsola and dosing her with a revive that had primarily been brought along in the case that his dragapult fainted, and he needed to teleport. So much for that.
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[attr="class","ooc"] mask[break]
+ fern waking to being handcuffed, courtesy of Gwyar Wledig [break]
+ picks a lock on one, is found by Marza Volchitsa [break]
+ just some mutual quick first aid[break]
+ his haunter lifts him with LEVITATE so he can ride up there, presumably to carry on the goal of getting the primal crystal[break]
+ chooses tails[break]
+ revives his galarian corsola
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Adrenaline was a hell of a thing. Up until this point, it had masked the deep ache that Barnaby was now feeling throughout every muscle in his body. Getting body slammed by a GARCHOMP really wasn't a fun experience (thanks, Leonidas Stone) and was having lasting effects.

That didn't matter, though. He had to push through the pain. There was still more to be done. In this moment of respite, Barnaby took the time to quickly administer a healing potion to his CHARIZARD before setting his sights on Mt. Pyre's summit. There he saw a disturbing rift appear in the fabric of reality.

From this portal stepped a braggart of a man - pompously smug with words slick as ice. Apt considering the man was Father Winter, although Barnaby wasn't aware of this fact, having not been lured in by his ploy last holiday season. He did, however, recognize the man as someone from the DRK Triad considering his... verbal confirmation that he wanted to destroy their universe. Great. That was all Barnaby needed to know.

"Tails." He was skeptical that a simple coin flip would induce someone from the DRK Triad to stop their mission, but indulged the man anyway. Big picture, he was just another obstacle to ROCKET's success.

As Barnaby was about to instruct Lucien to attack, a piercing cry suddenly erupted from the progressively worsening tears in reality. Bursting onto the scene was an enormous creature - one that seemed unsettlingly familiar to Barnaby, although his time inside cyberspace was hazy at best. PALKIA.

Holy fuck.

Fighting almost immediately erupted all around the summit. It was difficult to keep track of who was attacking what - the primal point, Father Winter, his UNOWN-D, PALKIA - but amidst it all Barnaby was able to make out a gleaming red suit heading toward the pedestal containing the primal crystal. Martín del Mar. Or what Barnaby thought was Mars.

"Shit." Not again, he thought to himself as he raised a gloved hand. Quickly removing the glove, Barnaby revealed a shimmering keystone set into a ring on his right ring finger. Beside him his CHARIZARD's Mega Stone began to glow a brilliant red until it engulfed the dragon completely. Within seconds Lucien had MEGA EVOLVED and was sent to support those gathered around the summit, like Martín del Mar, Cillian Quinn, Tempest Quinn, and Remiel Calcifet.

Having noticed Melody Miro's AURORA VEIL, Barnaby instructed his CHARIZARD to DEFOG the perimeter around the primal point so that it could be better dealt with by his associates closer to the point.

YWDBrr36

• hidden identity (masked)
• healed CHARIZARD
• chooses TAILS
• CHARIZARD MEGA EVOLVED!
• CHARIZARD uses DEFOG on the AURORA VEIL
• x3 Salac Berries used

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hell had broken loose near the primal crystal. with no threats emerging in his stairwell (what are the odds?), and the entire fight happening behind him (uh, how?) he turns and runs down the hallway, returning the frog for an old friend.
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tubby.
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sitting on his shoulder, the chubby squirrel pokemon raises its hands, working its control over GRAVITY, pressuring the majority of its strength around FATHER WINTER'S UNOWN first, and then any potential rocket threats second.
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he peers through the shit show, spotting annalise henderson, PENELOPE LIVY, illeana reyes, ollie morales, and more, before father winter's words reach his ears. he heard of the mans gambles, so...
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he mentally flips a coin, though leaves the results to the heavens, as he joins the group in their defense of the crystal.

[attr="class","notes"]greyson uses GRAVITY on FATHER WINTER AND HIS POKEMON first, and then towards ANY ROCKETS NEARBY.

[attr="class","wizzcredit"]☉

"Thanks for that, but we should keep going," the ranger gives his thanks with a nod as the other heals his Milotic. Part of him wishing he had brought more healing supplies to help further, but all he could offer the other was a wrap and some painkillers before he would head up the mountain to see how things were fairing. The first masked man (Amor Rose) got away, thankfully he blasted away another masked man (Remiel Calcifet) though there was a large pang of guilt at the body of the Flygon left behind. Then thankfully lilith eirwin and him were able to force another Rocket (Marza Volchitsa) off, but he needed to be sure.[break][break]

While going up the mountain he just gives the simple thought to his patron of 'I hope you're ready'[break][break]

And that's when shit hits thew fan once more, because this was Hoenn so of course it would. Seems like a man with an Unown was there to stop them, even going as far as to summon up a legendary pokemon of his own. Part of him wonders if this legend was there by it's own choice or was it one of many who have fallen to the Drk Trad. 'You wanted to get back at those that killed Ashton right? Now here is your chance' is the thought he gives to signal Reshiram to come from where they've been waiting the call. [break][break]

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"Trained or captured and tormented like I'm sure you've done others," Razz spat back as he thinks back to the condition of the avatar before him. There was an anger that flowed slightly through him through his bond with the White Dragon and while he doesn't know the full story he knows these bastards are the reason several of their avatars were gone. And was was going to help get back at them for it. A roar comes through the sky and the blue eyed white dragon shows themselves as Razz crushes a Z-crystal he brought with him. "Tail never fails right?" he humors but has no real intention of playing the game as Reshiram uses the Z-move DEVASTATING DRAKE at Palkia's back. [break][break]

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After Razz does what he can to help aid the Crystal from going anywhere as he snaps his hand to summon his Terrain of Truth around it to ensure that no would could try to leave with it without getting burned, as who knows what Rocket would try. [break][break]

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[break]+ Outfit
[break]+ Milotic is recovered from fainting thanks to lilith eirwin
[break]+ Razz makes it up the mountain signaling for Reshiram to be ready just in case
[break]+ Once Razz sees 'Father Winter' and his unown knows they're dealing with DRK Triad and lets Reshiram know this is a chance to get back for his previous avatar
[break]+ Razz chooses Tails
[break]+ Razz uses a Z-CYRSTAL to have Reshiram use DEVASTATING DRAKE on Palkia's back
[break]+ Razz creates his TERRAIN of TRUTH around the primal point to ensure no one tries to leave with it without his permission.

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