she remembers a few things. clearing a path straight to the tomb like nomi asked her to (nice). watching said tomb blow up right in front of them (not nice). and then bone-rattling fear knocking her legs out from under her, shoving her face-first into the dirt (extra not nice). 

lashes fluttering dirt out of her eyes in time to see the sword break and the world get sucked away from them. or, more precisely: them get sucked away from the world. 

"parker?"

she stirs and groans as she sits up. still-healing ribs prick her with their displeasure. she blinks and haphazardly swipes at the dirt still on her cheeks, giving nomi a once-over to make sure she's alright.

others are rousing in the stadium. this kicks parker back into gear. she scrambles up to her feet, offers a hand out to nomi, and then wordlessly swaps a limping amulius for her absol. one of nomi's army of creepies comes out and parker grimaces. 

she listens to nomi talk. that is, until she does a double-take. "oh, fuck."

skyler dross ' golden hair had been enough to stop her in her tracks, but the first fuck and the next one - "fuck!" - come from recognizing the bitchass who'd stolen her granola bars (angelo vestri ), but the last dozen - "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck shit fuck" are because of him. 

GIDEON GRAVES .

it's one of those traumatic things where everything had been so crystal fucking clear and she knew then what's happening now: that she'd be able to spot him a mile (or in her case now, several hundred yards) away. they haven't noticed her yet, but she's still quick to yank her hood over her head and turn around to nomi.

"doc, i hate to say it, but i think i might bring more harm 'an good for ya right now." she chews her lip. "dross is here and if she's friends with that guy, i am grade-a fucked."

she nods down to crux - keep an eye out. just in case. 

and then looks back at nomi with steeled resolve, shoulders tense. "but i'm not goin' anywhere unless you tell me to."

SWORD RAID

uh oh lmaoooooo
absol uses future sight
vibing w nomi

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[attr="class","bisc"]The seconds in the air feel like an eternity. His labrador eyes flick from one flying Pokemon to another, his mind twisting them into monstrosities. The way down, however? That’s pretty dang quick. His Runerigus reaches desperately for him, his body twisting as he tries to land on his feet—acting like he’s a cat. Which he isn’t. A tendril grabs his waist, stalling his fall for all of a millisecond. “AHHHHHH!” Thud.

Something pops. Everything goes black.

When he wakes up, it’s to the sight of Wyndon Stadium. The underside of the roof, its powerful lights, is all he needs to identify it. The place that normally fills his heart with nostalgia.

The family forked over the cash for the championship match every year—a tall order when you had 13 kids to feed. Though typically living in a bubble, this match almost made him feel normal. “Nngh.” With a groan, Biscotti pushes himself into a siting position. It takes a while with just one arm. The other is useless at his side, but he just ignores it.

It’s not like Bubbe’s around to pop it into place. She’d ended up a heap of half-conscious stone on the green below. One of the Leaguer’s feet is a few inches away. A tendril reaches for it, a cry for help.

With a frown, he sticks out his tongue to catch a bit of black snow. It tingles on his tongue. His eyes catch on the family’s box seats in the nose bleeds. He pushes himself to the top of the stadium, staring over the wall at the ground below. The parking lot is empty and stuff’s just off.

The billboards that are left are for brands he’s never seen.

A noise from the green draws his attention. But a familiar pink shock of hair makes him pause. His eyes widen. What the heck!? Grasping his left arm, the older Kingsley races to the balcony’s edge. His voice rises until it can be heard.

“Vanilla Kingsley !” Labrador eyes narrow into those of an angry Doberman. He huffs. “I thought you were sleeping at a—” He fumbles with the communicator. Not knowing how to switch it to private, his message is blared across the open comms network. “Baguette’s going to KILL you!”

Which, if you didn’t know the family, sounded like gibberish.

His useless left arm swung at his side.

NOTES

• Arm popped out of place
• Ascends to the top of the stadium to try and get the layo f the land
• Runerigus is stunned and twisted into a pretzel
• Runerigus reaches for the shoe of the nearest League member
• Scotti sees @vanilla and about loses his dang mind

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“Ugh,” she sounded, holding her head as she looked about. This was not the area from before, right? She’d never been here, but she had seen this on TV, she figured. Well, it was impossible for her to tell that it was Wyndon specifically, but this place had the markings of one of those big Pokemon stadiums.
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Megan shook her head, not really bothering too much to think about it. First things first, she needed to check up on the others. Her Swampert, though dizzy itself, seemed mostly fine. It had been shaken by the earlier attack, the defense scattered, but had suffered little more than bruises from it, fortunately.
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Next up: surroundings. She was a bit off the middle, so even as League and Rocket did what they did best and immediately started fighting again now that there was no current other target, she was not immediately attacked. Which meant that she had time to get up and look around. Thanks to the protective aegis’, the fear had not completely taken over her mind and body. Or maybe it was just as potent, only hers was not the kind that saw her freeze up. No, even her apparently clear mind was but a product of it, in a way.[break][break]
Because everything she did only served one purpose: to get up and not loose any more. Her eyes did search more frantically, but fortunately, blue hair was hard to miss once she glanced over it. Completely fixating on this, she immediately rushed over to Jo who was not too far away, but looked like she was in shock still. The frozen girl did not appear hurt, but given what happened last time they were in danger, Meg took no chances. Instead, she swiftly reached for the other’s arm, squeezing with urgency. “Jo, are you alright?” That was what mattered in this moment, once relative safety was established. The rest was secondary.[break][break] Her Swampert was less disaffected like that, and instead followed along while using Foresight on the statue to see if it could discern anything.



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+ Somewhat gets over the assault and transport, rushes to Johanna Joy , Swampert uses Foresight on the statue Ybx19U3s

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[attr="class","illeana i"]satisfaction of an attack hitting its mark never lasts long. it fades into a quick, early death as retaliation rises quickly.

and as the ground breaks apart beneath her feet, she is shoved down into the ground by the sheer force of the ting-lu's attack. somewhere in the haze, her head smashes into a rock and she sees stars. vision fades and for a moment, she's blind... left solely to the clutches of fear trying to cage them all in... trying to snuff them out beneath heavy rocks.

the world spins on its axis, then, and nausea rises before awareness goes out entirely.

she comes gasping back into consciousness near Greyson Connors and aaron faust, white hair stained red from an open head wound.

a moment later, she's struggling to stand. her venusaur assists in this endeavor, holding her up as she tries to regain steady movement. there's still a sway to her, a sluggish sort of way her body operates. her head feels like it's splitting open. perhaps it is.

"thank you."

it's soft, mumbled only to her venusaur. the grass type is recalled a moment later, then, in favor of another pokemon. the pink body of mew comes into view quickly, a concerned look overtaking the mythical's expression.

"additional healing here if anyone needs it."

Greyson Connors has some of it covered, if not all of it, but she adds to the blanket of nourishment by increasing the flow of her healing mist. it blankets the ground around her, Greyson Connors, and aaron faust until there's not much dirt peeking out from behind the cover of pearly pink.

additional healing comes from mew's quick thinking of floating around the vicinity with life dew. and as she surveys the change of scenery, a hand coated in pink mist rises to begin the process of healing her head. she pauses as she takes in the sight of an odd wooden statue... the horse looks familiar, but she can't place what any of this means. her head is a jumbled concoction of pain and thoughts trying to survive.

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rusted sword.

tl;dr |
- passive healing mist up within 5 feet of illie
- head injury, struggling...
- lands near Greyson Connors & aaron faust
- swaps out venusaur for mew
- mew uses life dew on anyone nearby for additional healing