“It won’t be it,” he counters, reaching forward to smooth Alexei Ivanov ’s scarf over a questionably dark mark on the line of his throat. Went a little high on that one, oops.

His smile is light and love and excitement and fear and nerves and everything.

“Stay safe. I love you."

--

Alex’s charm is a comforting weight around his neck. Keeping him grounded.

dahlia goode ’s voice in his ear is forceful and somehow dispassionate at the same time. Sharp as the hairline beneath her ponytail.

Gabe’s wings spread out and catch the air, pulling them into as close to a hover as the huge dragon could get.

Elinor Anderson ’s voice is a searing bravado that follows. Fire after ice. Memo squeezes his eyes shut against the faint crackle of static from the zeal and volume of her.

He doesn’t have fond memories of Littleroot and has even less fond memories of the last large-scale mission he took part in. But he’s here, nonetheless. There’s a nauseating sense of deja vu as he feels the way Sibella’s wings thrum against the heated air. That’s one difference, he figures. He has a full, useful team. He feels... slightly more prepared.

When he opened his eyes again they were filled with resolution, steel. They should be back home, protecting Fortree, but instead, they had to be here. It was making him angry.

Directly in front of them, on the ground, Julia Davis and Kaida Adachi stood near the Primal Point, defending it from Rocket interference. Rocket didn’t seem to be focusing on it overly much, at the moment.

Which made him nervous.

"Don't say that," he cautioned his boyfriend, "this is going to go much better. It has to."

Sibella was flying in loops around them, offering another ring of protection, always in motion-- the first rule to avoid being a moving target.

They were approached by a green-haired girl who seemed to know Alex; as they talked, he couldn’t stop himself from curling his fingers subconsciously over Alex’s far hip, a protective grasp that had absolutely no purpose except making his own hyperstimulated brain feel better.

Once Shalin Nariya ’d left, Memo leaned out to look over the battlefield.

Almost immediately, he noticed a small figure playing Frogger with incoming fire. He certainly didn’t look like he was having a good time; he wasn’t running away screaming which, Memo figured, was what most civilians would do when actively charging into a firefight-- but he wasn’t having fun, either.

“I’ll be back,” he says, with a reassuring squeeze of Alex’s hand. He slid back to swing his leg over Gabe’s back and free-fall for a second before Sibella swooped in and caught him, making a quick beeline down towards Locke Jamison .

“Need a lift?” he asked as Sibella touched down in front of Locke, just in time to see the massive black horse come barreling towards Kaida Adachi and the Primal Point.

His first priority would always be helping civilians over starting fights. But he couldn’t just stand here and do nothing. He swung off his bat, stood near Locke, and pointed her forward.

”Focus blast!”

sdnKWRF3

Tl;DR
On god yall, why do I do this to myself
Starts on Alex’s Salamence in the neighborhood of F12 heading west (down the alphabet).
Memo dismounts and hops on his Noivern to fly down to Locke Jamison in J-12. He’s looking in the direction of the Primal Point so he sees Alexandra Briarwood and her Spectrier barreling down towards it.
Dismounts Sibella and orders her forward with a Focus Blast aimed at Alexandra Briarwood (specifically Lex and not the horse). The idea is she’ll go forward a little bit, shoot at the horse, and swing back around to catch them.
The idea is.

Alexei Ivanov Locke Jamison Alexandra Briarwood
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Shalin Nariya Kaida Adachi Julia Davis dahlia goode Elinor Anderson

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It was right about then that Wren wished he was out at Mt. Pyre with ollie morales . Not that he was about to go against his marching orders to help out at Littleroot, but…he might feel a little less unsure of himself if he was feeding off the boundless energy of his station captain. But this wasn’t the time for him to falter. So rather than let his anxieties eat him up, he shoots off a quick message to Ollie– a good luck followed by a litany of emojis that he only maybe might understand as meant to be a hype up.

His thumbs hovered over the screen in deliberation then, a small frown as he considered his options (the pause also an opportunity to listen to the directives coming over the comms radio.) He hadn’t told Levy Alinsky that he was going to be in the thick of the conflict today, and guilt bubbled up in his stomach for doing so. But he didn’t want him to worry, either. So it was better that he didn’t, right? Still, he didn’t want to leave it at that so he quickly tapped out another text and sent it along to his best friend before shutting off and pocketing his phone.

Hey. I’ve got some downtime soon, so let’s hang out asap, ‘kay?

Not exactly what he wanted to say, but it was something, at least. A small pulse radiated from nearby, and Wren took it to be a defensive measure likely from a nearby group. He stooped down next to his eevee as he watched a group of rangers come into view–faces he recognized in passing from the last meeting held, but didn’t personally know.

“Juno, be ready to assist any offensive maneuvers with helping hand. And be careful, okay?” Leave it to the eevee to surge ahead way out of her weight class. She was gung-ho like that, and obviously, he appreciated that in his selected partner because it tended to match and even outpace his own enthusiasm. But at the same time, Wren wasn’t too keen on losing her and was ready to swap her out at a moment's notice. Even if she would likely protest the idea of being relegated to his backpack. Or worse, her infrequently used pokeball if she was particularly obstinate.

Pushing himself back up, Wren wandered toward the group of voices he heard, as well as saw the safeguard emanate from–meeting them halfway as they drew closer to the theater. A decidueye rose up from the gaggle and flew overhead to land on the building’s roof and he watched it take preemptive aim with wide eyes. Definitely smart to avoid the theater, but his hand did lift in greeting, “Mind if I stick with you for the time being? Only one who made it over from Evergrande, sooo yeah!” Geez, even in the middle of conflict he could be awkward.

Gw3swpox

tldr; currently hovering awkwardly by himself around littleroot theatre + sends messages to ollie morales and Levy Alinsky + gravitates toward Tam Fawley ’s group after the safeguard, and the appearance of Orion Lykos ’s decidueye. + prepared with juno to lend an initial helping hand where needed

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like Alexandra Briarwood, elijah makes use of his steed. though less dignified than a spectrier, his more modest mount—a gogoat chewing some last minute littleroot grass—bleats its own determined warcry.[break][break]

he cranes over to Cade Atreides; a man he has never met before within rocket's ranks. but there is little doubt in his mind that he is a part of the syndicate. he offers small-talk. a rare offering:[break][break]

"you ready for this? nervous?" elijah spits out a chewed stalk from his teeth.[break][break]

the clopping of spectrier hooves drums against his ears.[break][break]

"off we go."[break][break]

he departs toward the PRIMAL POINT too.

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CWKBRD3m

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TL;DR - elijah talks to Cade Atreides; follows Alexandra Briarwood toward on gogoat[break][break]

[attr="class","pokesprite pokemon slowking"]*[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-tangrowth"][attr="class","pkspr pkmn-gothitelle"][attr="class","pkspr pkmn-frogadier"][attr="class","pkspr pkmn-gogoat"][attr="class","pokesprite pokemon eldegoss"][break]
*Galarian Slowking.

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the clearing of the clouds above should be telling of the DROUGHT that is about to form. his grip around the pokeball tightens as he feels heat radiating from the capsule.[break][break]

fuck it.[break][break]

the voices of dahlia goode, Elinor Anderson, and Tam Fawley over the league comms are quickly drowned out by the piercing ROAR that emerges from the pokeball.[break][break]

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DROUGHT pours even before groudon hits the ground. the moment it does, PRECIPICE BLADES erupt in a wide area around it, looking to attack and stop any and all threats, visible or otherwise.[break][break]

the same ARTIFICIAL SUN that once hung over mount chimney now finds itself atop littleroot.[break][break]

finally, still hidden, he speaks into the comms.[break][break]

"matias silph. i'll do what i can to stop them from getting to the primal point."[break][break]

Q97I_qzJ

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notes:[break]
- see UPDATED MAP here.[break]
- DROUGHT active.[break]
- calling out GROUDON around L-7.[break]
- groudon using PRECIPICE BLADES to attack those nearby and also disrupt terrain (difficult terrain pog?)[break]
- i believe this directly affects: jayden cross, Felix Gallagher, Elisabeth Fiorelli, KING WAYLAND, Eris Halla, elijah gardner, Cade Atreides, Alexandra Briarwood. feel free to play around with how/if this affects you![break]
- matias HIDDEN around K-9.[break]
- matias tells LEAGUE COMMS that he'll hold the primal point.

[attr="class","ooc"]MATIAS SILPH[break]

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