[attr="class","thadmain"]She was a scavenger, that was for sure. One of the cool ones that projectile vomited on people as a means of defense and escape. God, she sure could go for scavenging a fucking pizza right about then.

She pushes Sima down towards the topmost point of the ship, on top of the taller cargo boxes. No sooner do they touch down than a slew of stealth rocks shing and point their way, digging into Sima’s flesh, one crashing against Cyg’s ankle just so that it makes a funny noise and she bites into her lip to stop from screaming, throwing herself forward to wrap her arms around Sima’s main head and drag it down so the dragon doesn’t roar and fuck everything up.

One arm wrapped around Sima’s head to keep her— if not calm, then contained— Cyg fishes Zen’s Pokeball out of her belt and releases the Dusknoir.

“Water. Pain meds— the good shit. Bandages. Booze. Anything.” She moves to put her foot down and makes a strangled noise deep in her throat at the pain that shoots up through her leg, mouth full with the taste of iron. “Please.”

For once the Dusknoir doesn’t give her silent sass as she fades from view and slips down through the shipping containers in search of anything usable.

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[attr="class","thadmain"] Zen is rummaging through a box when she catches the first whiff of poison. Like an episode of Spongebob where something’s burning off screen, little tendrils of purple crawl in from the corner of her vision. She narrows her eye, sniffs, and then realizes she’s been had and needs to cheese it, the spots on her back where the toxic touches her rising into little puffs of sizzling purple goo.

She grabs whatever she can get her hands on and shoots upward, firing off a dark pulse in the general direction the rain was falling from.

Heartbeats later the spotlight blinks into existence and Cyg’s vision is whited out. She cringes down at her feet, covering her eyes with the span of her hand like a suburban white mother watching her son’s soccer game on Saturday.

“Just peachy, cupcake, thank you,” she calls down— she doesn’t recognize angelo vestri and he probably won’t recognize her through the makeup and bruises and blood. “Oh, but— hold this for me, couldja?”

She nonchalantly whips her arm and tosses out a Pokeball, dropping a Munchlax right on his head with body slam.


+ dusknoir is hit by toxic and uses dark pulse in a sort of not accurate way
+ cyg throws a munchlax at Angelo
+ “gee, simba, we found your daughter. The bad news is, we dropped a warthog on her. Is there a problem with that?”

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[attr="class","thadmain"] Dedric hits the Charizard and rolls like a chubby kid down a slid. He makes a grotesque squeaking noise as her teeth clamp around him and shake him back and forth, a giant puppy with a new BarkBox.

Cyg curses and pulls back from the edge, miffed that her super smart and super panicked plan hadn’t worked. And also that Dedric was pretty much toast, probably.

Zen also curses (in PokeSpeak) and phases through another box as the venoshock hits the peeling blood red paint of the containment unit and splats in an uncomfortably gross way. She pops out the other side and her eyeball glows pink, narrowing it at the weird… perfume.. squirter… thing… with future sight. Then she shot up to rejoin her trainer, who was still panicking.

Dedric, terrified fired off a metronome— which turned into dizzy punch, which he then aimed for the Charizard’s eye.


+ dusknoir dodges venoshock and uses future sight to throw a shipping container at the… uh… the p— the perfume thing in two turns
+ munchlax uses metronome which turns into dizzy punch (i used a randomizer)

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[attr="class","thadmain"]When she’d run through this plan out of combat, Dedric had been entirely on board. He’d been more than on-board, he’d been ecstatic. It seemed like fun.

The smell of burning hair and cooking flesh filled the darkness and Cyg’s stomach rolled. Dedric went lifeless still in the Chariard’s jaws.

Definitely was not fun. She needed a new plan, and stat.

Think, Cygne, think.

“Honey, I don’t know if there’s anyone alive that knows what I need,” she says, and despite the panic welling in her body, her tone is calm, slightly humorous. Zen pops up next to her with her arms full of a random assortment of shit.

It’s a cargo ship so the engine would be at the back and under the water. Wonder what kind of engine, though… Mitsubishi, maybe? Agh, no, Cygne, fucking focus.

She jumped on Sima, pointed the dragon in a direction, and the two of them barreled towards the back of the ship, her Hydreigon’s arm-heads shooting off two strong hydro pumps down at the Charizard as they passed over.


+ future sight trn 1/2
+ bye dedric it's been real
+ hydreigon uses hydro pump

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[attr="class","thadmain"] As much as she hated to admit it, he raised a valid point. Dedric, Twilight, Feldspar… and for what? For the glory of the Rocket meat grinder?

None of this meant anything. Yet. Maybe it never would. But she had to try, right?

A burst of energy signals yet another mega evolution and a primal surge of fear ran through her. The last Mega fight had killed her best friend. They’d won, but at an impossible cost.

So she was going to run from this one, very intelligent and brave-like.

The Hydreigon burst through a small pile of something stacked on the cargo ship, weaving in and out of shipping containers with an agility that Cyg knew she was never going to be able to keep up. The hurricane rattled the shipping containers and sent girl and dragon sideways; a few doors were wrenched open and items went flying.

Cyg’s head was spinning. She reached for something in her pack, retrieving the scatterbang and twisting her upper body to cock her arm back and throw it at the Mega Charizard. Then she pressed down on Sima’s main neck, directing her over the side of the ship and down towards the engine.


+ future sight trn 2/2
+ me? Flying off half cocked? Never
+ throwing a scatterbang at Angelo

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[attr="class","thadmain"]She didn’t really have a fully formed plan because Sima would be dead in the water and the engine was certainly waaaaay underneath it. Cyg didn’t have any ‘mons partial to the element.

But she did, rather ironically, have a whole bunch of fucking ghosts.

She can feel the spotlight hot on her back as they crest the stern and drop a few feet. Cyg expands her Gengar’s Pokeball in her hands, rising up on her knees to chuck the damn thing--

--the venoshock hits her square in the back, and the salty sea air is mixed with the scent of corroding flesh as she buckles and screams, a horrible, high-pitched noise that comes from somewhere well beyond her pain tolerances. A classic A23 final girl scream as she falls forward, feeling the skin of her back bubble and warp.

Sima makes to turn back and charge headfirst into battle but Zenaïs, seeing her trainer so obviously pushed to the limits, puts the kibosh on that particular plan, grabbing the dragon’s ruff and dragging (ha-ha) her up and away. The Hydreigon’s feet crash through a foam-topped wake as they split for the darkness of the night.

---

Cyg comes to full consciousness later, on a beach not too far away. Kanaya is hovering her healing hands over her horrific chemical burns, and her eyes flutter open. She’s laying on the lining of her jacket as her skin screams, like the worst sunburn she’s ever felt.

“Oh my god. Am I alive?”

Kanaya rolls her eyes and meets Zenaïs’ gaze. They exchange a knowing, exasperated look… but the Dusknoir nods.

“Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” Her elation, mixed with endorphins and adrenaline and pain surge through her, and she pushes up on one elbow to pump a fist at the sky.

“Fuck yeah! If I can survive that, I can survive anything-- ow, fuck.” She falls back to the sand. “Maybe not so much… moving… for right now.”


100 mp cargo
100 mp pd mission
300 mp loss
200 mp pokemon death
010 mp scatterbang
070 mp ic posts
680 mp total

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