[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"how many have been reported?"

how many have yet to come screaming into existence, newfound birth still clinging to their edges?

a kindred spirit, another mind following a similar path as her own... she hopes this time, perhaps, they'll end in a different place. no consequences, no failures, just success providing rushes of dopamine.

and around them, the unknown beckons. distant thunder rolls all around them, echoing, tempting.

"it seems close... it may form within minutes."

if not where they stand then a few feet beyond.

her eyes flicker to her companion, a new spark igniting red into focused life.

"are you ready?"

MARISOL SIMONE
surviving space-time.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]six...

she hums. is the area around mauville growing more unstable by the day? or is it something else - something bigger than hoenn at play?

they're close, she can feel it. the shift in the air, the way the wind seems to slowly stutter into a chilling still.

"let's go."

into the great unknown, she wants to say, but it never makes it out of her throat. perhaps if it did, it would be swallowed up immediately by the rumbling thunder. lightning cracks seconds later and she's certain: the distortion is here.

purple walls of chaotic energy rise around them no more than five feet ahead of where they stand. the wind howls wild in their ears and she steps closer to marisol, voice rising in volume.

"we gotta keep moving!"

away from the center of it all - closer to the walls, they'll find answers.

MARISOL SIMONE
surviving space-time.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]close yet far - here but not... they have their work cut out for them, perhaps.

she grins, unabashed and painted purple beneath contained chaos of a dome closing in. every flash of lightning illuminates the path a little further.

adrenaline keeps them going, keeps them moving toward unknown certainty, and she can't quite say this isn't the highlight of her day. each trip - accompanied or otherwise - holds a certain allure she cannot manage to find elsewhere. the feeling of her heart lurching into her throat and the chest heaving excitement that follows close behind... the high is unlike anything she's experienced. it's different than being thrown into near-death experiences, even, and try as she might, she has yet to find something (or someone) that comes close to providing the same sensation in her bones.

"it's close, i think!"

a little further...

she pushes through any residual exhaustion that might settle into the body, shoving it down for it has no place here.

and when they near the walls, she lets out a joyous laugh. it is greedily swallowed up by rumbling thunder.

"found it!"

she slows, then, to a quick halt and whips around to face marisol. the look in her eyes is feral, dancing through a concoction of emotions and refusing to settle in just one - from excitement to determination, it's all etched into red eyes like constellations mapping out a dream.

"now, i can show you what i've found so far if you'd like?"

MARISOL SIMONE
surviving space-time.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]in a way, they're kindred spirits as they approach the chaotic, distorted edge. each step bubbles up, fueling the fire and adding further excitement. hair stands on edge. goosebumps rise like little tells and despite herself, illeana feels a grin split her lips until she's showing full teeth.

"perfect."

they'll begin, then.

two pokeballs are plucked from her belt and lazily opened, light spilling over from the containers as if it can no longer be contained. a discolored golurk joins them, then, and it towers over them with a stretching shadow. another form - smaller, but foreboding - joins a moment later and the unown blinks curiously at the scientist's companion. it winks, perhaps, if focused on, and the scientist steps closer to the edge.

"our first experiment..."

as if spurred on by voice alone, the golurk and unown release two moves in tandem with each other. both z-move: never-ending nightmare and hidden power strike at the same fixed point in the distortion's wall. the display of shadows, bestowed by ultra space itself, and an unown's mysterious power ends with a curious little thing: a pink cyclone-like energy that repairs the part of the wall that had been damaged beneath the attack.

it disappears as quickly as it comes, but she grins a little wider.

"it had produced that same pink energy the first time, too. beautiful - isn't it?"

divine, even.

MARISOL SIMONE
surviving space-time.