After his fight with the man in the nondescript owl mask, Wren isn’t necessarily in bad standing. In fact, he could’ve easily gained the upper hand when he’d backed off. But though he lacks any injury, and a nearly full set of Pokémon in good health, he’s left with something unsettled rolling through him. An uncomfortable twist in his gut that won’t subside. A sinking feeling that he knew the stranger (Levy Alinsky) far better than he wanted to believe or admit.

And though he knows he should be dashing back out there—he hides in the thicket, and edging along the sides of buildings.Telling himself he’s waiting for the right opportunity, though the truth is more that he simply hates the conflict.

It finds him anyway.

But the man he comes across does not look to be in decent shape. In fact, the timid, concerned words volley up out of him before he can stop himself. Assess the fact that they are not playing for the same team. “Are you okay?” Beside him, Winston titters nervously, clearly less benevolent.

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tldr; he’s just a little guy!!! offers help before realizing because he’s wholesome like that ;n; has his psyduck out
participation (50) + ic post (10) = 60 mp total

Felix Gallagher

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He's about to ask again if the man is alright. But the impassive look that settles on his expression silences Wren. His eyes widen when a gun is produced. It all happens so fast - despite the shape the stranger seems to be in, he moves with an alarming quickness. There's no hesitation, no question. "Wh-" Wren bites his own words off as he tries to duck out of the aiming, twisting to the side.

The clap of a shot, and ringing in his ears. The searing flare of pain in his shoulder, and then the douse of water spray at close range. The wariness of his psyduck was not for nothing. Though the shot still finds purchase, embedding in Wren's shoulder, a torrent of HYDRO PUMP is directed at Felix from close range in the effort to re-direct his shot and push him back and away again. Small or not, Winston hovers in front of his trainer, though pays more attention to the man rather than his gallade.

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tldr; a GUN!! wtf!!! guess he's not gonna be helping T-T tries to dive, psyduck directs a blast of HYDRO PUMP at felix; trying to cause a misfire, but the shot still hits his shoulder?
running total (60) + ic post (10) = 70 mp total

Felix Gallagher

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Relief pulsed through him, numbing the pain in his shoulder as the jet of water pushed the stranger back, though not for long as dark slashes from the gallade cut through it, and then cut his Psyduck down with little effort. Like slicing through butter. Wren himself wasn’t a fighter, so as Felix darted back in, he was easily overwhelmed in the effort to pull back from the knock against his head. Falling backward detracted from the impact, but not by much.

As he fell, Juno tumbled loose from the bag on his back. The eevee, disliking the situation, sprang forward with rumbling growls. Or tried to—despite the dizzying ache in his head, Wren reached out toward his partner Pokémon and snatched her back toward his chest before she could try to pick on someone far surpassing her.

“Don’t.” Whether that was a command to his eevee wrestling against the hold of his arms, or a plea that the man leave him be, even Wren himself was unsure. Something felt warm against the side of his head. Wet pressure, though not severely so.

His fingers shook as he managed to snag one more ball from the belt at his hip. He’d hoped for his vaporeon, but he was too disoriented to really tell, and his already weakened gogoat sprung free instead, automatically charging forward, head tipped down, attempting to gore with HORN LEECH. Slower than he’d normally be.

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tldr;
running total (70) + ic post (10) + psyduck ko’d (50) = 130 mp total wren falls, trying to get away from being hit, while Winston is immediately knocked out by the much stronger gallade. Juno tries to take over but wren prevents her, mistakenly sends out his previously injured gogoat who tries to level out a HORN LEECH

Felix Gallagher

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The gogoat wheeled around, face to face with the split gallade. Not about to be deterred despite his burn injuries, Basil charged forward again, that time ripping up earth around him– churning up the hardened ground as he used ROLLOUT. Directed at one of the multiples, but trying to uproot the illusions at the same time.

Wren himself felt sluggish by that point, vision a bit bleary as he lifted his chin upward to look up at the man with all the effect of a deerling frozen in the headlights of a car. His legs protested, but it seemed better to not argue against the command. And begging might only incense him. No matter how much Wren wanted to say please, please just leave me be.

Juno resumed struggling, so he snagged her empty ball and recalled her, though it shook in his fist. Once again, Wren was struck by his frustration with all of the conflict. He wasn’t going to be a part in it anymore today. And from the coldness of the other’s stare, he wasn’t sure how much more he’d be able to do period.

So he’d play by his own terms, just one more time. Whether it was frowned upon or not. “Um..” That time he managed to call out the desired vaporeon. “Aqua Ring,” he murmured, voice wobbly. But when he pointed, it wasn’t toward himself or his gogoat.

Instead, the veil of healing water that rippled from Jupiter haloed around Felix instead. Wren wasn’t even sure now if he was as injured as he’d initially assumed when he stumbled on the other with his hatterene, but that didn’t matter just then.

Let the record show that Wren didn’t take, he gave. His job was to serve. So let him go down knowing it was compassionately so.

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tldr; forces juno into her pokeball as gogoat uses ROLLOUT on the gallade copies. Rather than act out of fear and spite, wren chooses the empathy route and summons his vaporeon to further heal felix with AQUA RING
running total (130) + ic post (10) + = 140 mp total

Felix Gallagher

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He found himself obvious to the outcome of what was going on between Basil and his opponent’s pokemon–too caught up in the fact that he was very much about to be shot. The gogoat fell to the slash of PSYCHIC energy– naturally so, given his low health.

Wren frowned at the response, obviously confused when the gun was put away. Though also practically dizzy with the relief the action brought. Not that it lasted long.

“Why–?” His question was silenced as a boot came down hard on his ankle and bowed it inward. Wren howled when it finally snapped under the pressure, stomach rolling as a dry heave followed and he crumpled all over again. Vision blurring and dotting as he tried to blink through the third injury to be inflicted on him in such a short span of time.

He grit his teeth, a lingering whine slipping through them regardless as he tried to move his maimed foot. The man’s words lingered as he left with the gallade at his side.

Frantically, Wren palmed at the pokeball that housed Juno, and she tumbled out–clearly still angry at having been contained. Then he collected his psyduck and gogoat back into their own balls, respectively, to keep them from further harm.

Trembling hands slid over teal, otter-slick fur as Jupiter returned to his side, closing Wren in his own AQUA RING, though it could only take care of his more superficial injuries.

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tldr; we’re taking the L — wren is hurty, recalls his fainted pokemon, releases angry juno again.
running total (140) + ic post (10) + gogoat ko’d (50) + completing a battle (100) + losing (300) = 600 mp total

Felix Gallagher

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