Seafoam Dreams

Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

Oh. Significantly less shootable.

"... Uh. Good day, Captain Morales." The youth said blandly, slowly lowering his gun back to his side. "Lieutenant Colonel Sullivan. Pleasure to work with ya n'all that."

He could worry about proper introductions later. They had bigger problems right now. Looking around their surroundings, the youth clicked his tongue in distaste.

"Looks like we've been put on time out." He said with a sneer. On one hand, the interdream zone was a chaotic mess of a dimension to be in, even if only temporarily.

On the other, at least it gave them a couple of minutes away from the free for all.

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TAG: ollie morales

Seafoam Dreams

Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

"John's fine, Captain." He said simply as he took off his hat and patted off some soot and burnt off edges.

The youth's uniform had seen better days; burnt, chewed, cut. His otherwise healthy state did not fit at all with his, well, fit.

"Don't mind me." 'Doug' said blandly as the apparition disappeared, throwing his hat back on before producing a pokeball. None of his business to pry into another person whom he had just met. "I'm sure the councilwoman's fine."

Throwing the pokeball, the youth's Shedinja came out, the motionless bug hovering besides him.

"Be on yer guard." he said to both Ollie and the bug. "Lookalikes are harmless; if a pokemon pops out, though..."

In retrospective, perhaps it was the fact that he even brought it up that jinxed matters.

Seafoam Dreams

Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

He's been through the interdream zone's trauma express a couple of times already; sticking too close to the front lines of hoenn's weird bullshit jaded people way too quickly.

"Mmhm." He simply says in affirmation, nodding the man's way just in time to miss the chicken shaping up behind him, realizing what was coming only once he saw the Captain's face shape into panic.

'Ugh, not again.' Went through his mind faster than any punch as he just barely managed to take a glance over his shoulder and see the vague, featherly shapes of a Blaziken rushing towards him, fist cocked back.

'Damn. He's really 'bout to rock my shi—'

A light screen suddenly took form in between him and the oncoming chicken missile, appearing between blinks— and promptly shattering as the chicken socked the youth in face, sending him dragging across the ground.

At least the light screen had taken the bite out of the fire.

His Shedinja spun in place to face the chicken, a full second too late to stop it from harming its trainer, but nonetheless decided to retaliate, blasting the dream chicken out of existence with a shadow ball.

The Lieutenant stayed on the floor for a couple of seconds before something audibly clicked into place and he sluggishly rose into a sit, spitting off to the side some blood and drool.

"Why's it always me?" He grumbled with a large, swollen cheek that was quickly shrinking in size, before slowly picking himself up, patting the dust and dirt off his ass. "Well, could've been worse. At least my face wasn't burnt off too. Thanks for the help, Captain, Miss Bubblegum."

Seafoam Dreams

Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

"Was an only child, I'm afraid. Did pull some pranks on m'friends—" He said as he took the handkerchief, muttering his thanks as the heal pulse washed over him, all but erasing any sign of physical trauma from his face. "Those never quite got this rough, though."

Looking back, the captain wasn't wrong; he had been incredibly sloppy all day. He could count in one hand how many times he had died in the last couple of hours— and he needed more than half of his fingers!

"I'm havin' somethin' of an off day." He grumbled as he finished whipping himself clean. "'pologies if I worried you, Captain, Ms. Bubblegum."

Hopefully, nothing worse came to pass.

Seafoam Dreams

Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

"Don't patronize me, Captain." He said, grinning. "Takes a lot more than that to kill me."

Though he could've done without the pain generally involved in these proceedings.

"Now come on." John said as he gestured with his neck, turning around and shuffling his hands into his pockets as his Shedinja joined in besides him. "We shouldn't linger, even in here. Maybe we can be the first ones to find the dingdang exit."

As if to spit on this very concept, a red, glowing boomerang suddenly flew out of the dream mist around them and smacked Doug's Shedinja right into the youth's arms, KO'ing it immediately.

"... Well, that can't be good." Doug said as he following the boomerang as it spun across the air, disappearing back into the mist... Before a pair of gleaming red, mechanical eyes shone through.

Emerging from the dreams was a bizarre construct. A machine made in the image of a Gallade— no, a Gardevoir? A mishmash of both.

And wielding Darth Maul's double lightsaber, to boot.

"Definitely not good." The youth said, palming another pokeball as he returned his unconscious Shedinja into its ball.

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Post-Dormitum Mission: Interdream

"It does have quite the presence." Doug agreed as the sith lord pokemon advanced upon them with a methodical steps, already measuring its distance in order to lop their heads off.

Retreat did seem enticing, but considering they were in the dream realm, he wasn't sure it was really an option— and in any case, he almost got his arm cut off when he reached for the other's outstretched hand.

"Motherfu-!" Yelped the youth, glancing back at the robot only to see it barreling towards them with murderous intent.

Alright, time to try everything!

His hand already in the inner pocket of his jacket, the youth suddenly threw random bullshit poison in the thing's way before grabbing onto Ollie's wrist.

"Just throw everything at it!" He shouted as he leapt onto the Wyrdeer behind the man. They had supplies— might as well use them.