A voice echoes from the mist, Xenon's hand shoots to her sword as she looks around for Argon, yet all she finds is more of this damnable mist and more rock walls. "Damn ghost, always right behind me except when I need him most..." She mutters as she continues walking forwards.

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A body forms in the distance as she continues forwards, a shambling mound of something approaching her, she doesn't know whether she should cut it down or if she should reach out to grab her past- no, she would never grab a hold of something so shabby, the past was meant for killing and burying, just like that damned ghost, that damned ghost that was always behind her except when she needed him the most, where the hell was he, where the hell did he go, why did her past always sneak up on her when she least expected it-!

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A rough hand grabs her shoulder and shakes her from her reverie, a fellow Rocket member, coated in blood and healed up scars, torn up clothes and looking to be on the verge of collapsing... "My my, now that's what I call modernist fashion!" Xenon cries out as Argon emerges from the mist behind her, peeking over her shoulder at Kouji with a hint of concern in its yellowed eyes. "I'm fine enough I suppose, aside from the very close encounter with what I presume to be the ancient God of Akala. Could you believe that, some freak of nature just caught a God and is bringing it out into a warzone! And they call us the terrorists!"

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Xenon turns to her comrade with shock, her mask slipping from her face and showcasing the very suspect bloodstains around her mouth as her jaw drops. "Three! Three of the fucking things!" She throws her hands up in the air with a wordless exclamation of annoyance.
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"I need to find the guy giving these out, sounds like everyone gets a god nowadays!" She shakes her head as she puts a hand on her forehead, looking completely and utterly exhausted as she finally relaxes a little in Kouji's grip. And then he screamed right in her ears about how fucking cool it was.
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And she absolutely matches his energy at the drop of a Pokedime. "I KNOW RIGHT!?!? IMAGINE LIKE, CUTTING OFF ONE OF THEIR LIMBS! IT'S LIKE LITERALLY KILLING THE PAST AND ESTABLISHING FUTURE DOMINANCE!" Xenon starts hopping in place as she can barely contain her excitement, throwing her own hands on Kouji's shoulders and gripping tightly. "I would totally punch a God. I'd be like, an inspiration to the world, everyone would be trying to one up me in the pursuit of even better God punching techniques, I would inspire a total revolution!"
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"Right, right!?" And so it goes back and forth as the hype spiral goes out of control, absolute madmen synchronizing their insanities to create a whole new art form of delusional dreaming. "I, LOVE, making new things. We can incorporate swords into it right, like one of those mixed martial arts? Of course we can, we're the ones inventing it!" She was definitely bleeding internally right now, her face was way too pale for it to be anything but blood loss, but that was a problem for the future.
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And just like that the hype dies down as both of them remember just how fucked up they are. "Ugh, tell me about it. I think that guy gave me like, hyper cancer..." Xenon moans, before abruptly gagging on a bubble of blood pooling in her throat. "I, am Xenon Civitas Antheil! Visionary of the future and soon to be leader of the new world once I've convinced everyone of the greatness our future holds! I'm always new, because if I were anything else I'd be a primitive and then I'd have to kill myself. But yeah, I just joined Rocket recently I guess. Seemed like the best place to spread my message." Nevermind the fact that her message required her to be a terrorist to spread it, it was all part of the plan.


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"Of course I'm insane, being sane is so last year. Everyone knows that psychosis is what's in fashion these days." She says with an entirely straight face, holding it for ten seconds, and then doubling over laughing at the absurdity of it all. Two terrorists probably bleeding to death in an alternate dimension, discussing their equally insane dreams.
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So he wants to be the strongest huh? That's fine by her, she didn't have any plans for something like that anyways. At least not yet. "Alright Kouji, you can be the strongest! But you better make sure that the future you carve out with that strength is nice and shiny, if I see even a speck of the past hanging onto you I'll fucking gut you and make a beautiful future out of your intestines." She's definitely not kidding as she says that, even with that kindly smile on her face as she claps Kouji on the back and turns to Argon. "Anyways this is Argon, he's the eternal ghost of my past who haunts me despite my best efforts. Argon, you see anything trying to kill us in the immediate future?" The Gengar turns towards the duo and lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his head in the negative and pressing a tiny little paw to his forehead. He was obviously the reason and sanity of the pair.


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"Ooh, stress balls are pretty tacky. Guess I really can't fuck up then huh?" Xenon mutters seriously, rubbing her chin with one hand as she really ponders how much more serious her future had gotten. Well, it was always that serious really, and she had never planned to fuck it up, but the added threat of having her insides turned into something tacky like a stress ball was just horrifying. Not even something nice like a coat hanger.

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The ghost's skin visibly crawls at the sight of Kouji's smile, this one was just as messed up as his own partner for sure, but at least he was used to Xenon's brand of awful, enough so to work around it and steer her in the right direction. Getting a whole new haunt to deal with, that just seemed like a pain in the ass for the Gengar, so with a quick shake of his head, he crosses his arms into an X to signify his polite refusal.

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"I'm sure I'm a dream come true for ya kid, but I'm no figment yet. Now stop touching me and let's-" She's just about to slap his hands away from her cheeks when she hears it. Thoom. Thoom. Thoom.

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Something was coming.

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Thoom. Thoom. WHIIIIIRRRRR. ROOOOOOOAAAARRR!!!!

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A streak of darkness crashes through the wall of the cave opposite them, a thick cloud of debris and dust clouding its three headed form as it thrashes about wildly in the darkness. ROAAAAAAAAARRR!!! An earpiercing shriek blasts away the dust and a blue light from above illuminates the monster of the future, Xenon's sword drops from her hand as she stares at the mechanical monstrosity in awe. "Am I dreaming?" She whispers quietly, a thick gloom clouding her eyes as she draws in the future she so desperately desired...

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It was beyond her most far fetched fantasies, a being straight from a half remembered dream and a vague ideal. Sleek black metal shimmers and shines under the light of a far away moon, passing through the holographic mantle of its collar as it rages about like the pure wild beast it was. No, not wild, never wild, the wild is where the primitives and savages belong, this was a creation of man, she knew that in her heart as surely as she knew that the sky was blue.

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It was modeled after a dragon, but she could feel not a hint of its ancestor's draconian majesty residing in its steel frame, it was at once an homage to the past and a rejection of it as three sets of crimson LED lights focus in on her and her alone, judging her worth, calculating if she would be the one to bear the future it represented, or if she was merely fodder fuel.

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Xenon can't help herself, her wide grin splits her face as she unclips a pokeball from her belt and tosses it forwards, releasing her Scolipede from its home and preparing for the fight of her life. The fight for her life. The only fight worth fighting in her life. "I've been ready since the moment my eyes first saw those beautiful neon lights." Xenon shoots back as she drops into a fighting stance, sword drawn and ready to slice away at anything that came near her.

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"Rollout, now!" It was easy to determine that she would be the first to go in swinging, all her Pokemon were much better off comparatively, but more importantly this was her future to take, so she had to be the one to move first. The Scolipede is off like a lightning bolt as it curls into a wheel and smashes right into the Iron Jugulis (three heads, three necks, it had to be a jugulis, it only made sense), prompting a furious roar as it aims its left and right head straight at the spinning bug, releasing a Dark Pulse of negative energy upon its frame.

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