✔ notes nails' death
✔ attempts to capture regirock with a pokéball

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]The light swallows her view and she squeezes her eyes shut. Cheri stops gripping her leg, slips past her fingers, and continues her resounding wail, leaving Vera’s ears ringing as she goes blind. Small hands push her, sending her back.

She becomes weightless, floating in a screeching white void with a sense of peace she’d almost deem to be death had not a second later was she hit by the force of a thousand-pound wrecking ball.

An iron grip squeezes her into hard metal. The light subsides and she forces open her eyes, being met immediately with a large steel ‘X’ in the center of Amos’ face. She chokes out an order, ”Let go,” and its strong grip recedes to allow her feet the sensation of ground and her lungs the gift of air. She’s hunched over, cradling herself and trying not to hurl chunks as the reminder of being alive sets in.

”We’re alive? Holy fuck, we’re alive! We’re—“ The absence of pink in her immediate vicinity comes into attention. Her brow furrows, chin raising, eyes searching. Amos stands silently, offering nothing except a steady expression looking onward. Reluctantly, she follows suit.

Her sight catches the crumpled form of something on the stone floor a ways from their current spot. It’s undeniably pink, but charred, like burnt gum, and she can’t equate it with her Audino’s carefully-groomed coat. Her mother would wring her neck if she ever found the pokemon she’d gifted looking like a stray.

A tentative step. Two. A brisk jog, and she finds herself standing over the crumpled gummy mess. The curling feelers and soft tail are distinct and familiar but she refuses to connect it until she’s seen the face. Blood is pooling underneath it and rising from it are faint trails of smoke. Her hand trembles as she reaches out, the name stuck on her bitter tongue as she flips it over to lie on its back.

What greets her is nothing short of grotesque. The beam hadn’t missed, but it had angled awkwardly; it had gone right through the parts of the soft pokemon it touched, leaving the untouched parts to bleed and fragment and crumble. Only one baby blue-eye greeted her, lidded and lifeless. Looking down, a gaping hole greets her from the Audino's remaining half and it’s only then that the smell hits her, and the horror of the entire thing crashes down to her churning stomach.

She teeters back, doubles over, and hurls onto rock. It hurts as she releases it, her body intending to purge everything including the memories and the realization and the implications. Funnily enough, she’s reminded of the nights back then, when she’d be doing the same but over a toilet bowl while a soothing little hand rubs her back and reassures her things will be alright.

Her mind is still elsewhere when Amos approaches, accompanied by Selene who had yet to make an appearance during this entire ordeal. Had Amos called her? Or had she felt the new emptiness in their team and taken it upon herself? In any case, Vera feels her mouth move, but doesn’t remember the command she provides; her two remaining pokemon march on to contribute their last efforts into the fight, leaving her to mourn.

Selene approaches the titan while using Nasty Plot, the feeling of vengeance roaring inside her to build into the shockwave that releases from her mouth as Dragon Pulse. Amos is beside her as they both charge onward, encasing himself in energy to collide with the resting titan in another Meteor Mash.

- Oh fuck Cheri’s dead
- Vera got fucked up
- Selene uses Nasty Plot + Dragon Pulse
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- Amos uses Meteor Mash