The second time around was much clearer, and Oscar would flinch as an unidentified voice asked a simple question:

"Red or blue?"

Oscar's first instinct was to look around for the voice's source, only to find that he and Zev were the only ones in the breakroom. Oscar narrowed his eyes, taking a slow sip of his coffee as curiosity began to bubble within him. "I--think someone is trying to prank us." Perhaps a grunt thought it would be a gas to hide a microphone within the breakroom to create some haunting shenanigans.

Oscar's fancy-free curiosity would turn into concern when he realized how tense Zev had gotten. Oscar had only known Zev to be, for lack of a better term, a fearless badass. So to see him suddenly look like a spooked cat as very surprising. Oscar raised an eyebrow, taking the time to look around once more as if trying to find something that Zev had noticed that he had missed.

"What? What do you know that I don't? Is this bad?"

Zev Harcourt

Oh dear, it would seem that this was not the first time Zev had encountered this invisible prankster. The experience he described was hard for Oscar to wrap his head around, it sounded like some sort of dream. He tapped his chin with his pointer finger, sorting through his recent memory for any similar experiences.

"Sounds like a fairy tale or ghost story. A ring that summons pokemon, I can't think of anything that--"

Oscar's eyes flared as a memory was unlocked from deep within his mind. It was of the apocalyptic beast Kyurem, and the multi-armed titan that dragged it back into its own dimension. Oscar's mouth formed a small smirk, he loved it when puzzle pieces clicked together.

"The day of Menteno, you remember it right? Were you on the space team? I can't recall. I was, and after we had returned to our planet an enormous dragon ripped its way into our dimension. It was thwarted by a giant pokemon that could utilize rings as portals--well I would classify them more as hoops but let's not split hairs."

Oscar laced his hands together, his smile growing wider along side his curiosity. "I wonder if this is related. Only one way to find out. Shall we go with Red?"

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Shortly after they made their choice, a hoop did indeed appear before them. Oscar was a little shocked, he almost expected nothing to actually happen. There was a moment of anticipation as the floating ring surged with energy, Oscar did not know what would come out and the possibilities filled him with a sense of excitement. He leaned in slightly as the hoop rippled, its contents finally emerging.

Something heavy smacked Oscar in the head, and he had a brief moment of panic as its slimy surface flailed around over his face. "Ah! Get-get off!" Oscar pulled his unsolicited hat off of his face, gasping when he held it out and found it to be an Octillery. It was not the only one either, about twenty Octillery were now flailing around the break room in a confused cluster of tentacles and ink. They did not seem hostile--bewildered. As if they were just picked off of the ocean floor and flung into their submarine without warning.

Oscar heard the child-like chuckle that heralded the disappearance of the mysterious hoop. His eyes drooped, his shock being replaced by a disappointed annoyance. "Looks like it was just a prank after all. Fuckin' figures." Oscar plopped the Octillery he was holding onto the table, pulling a pokeball off of his belt and tapping it onto the Cephalopod on its snout. Once it had been safely caught, Oscar would hold the ball between his hands and sigh. "At least we won't have to go far to get rid of the rest of them. Gonna ruin my suit though..."

Zev Harcourt

"Mmm." Oscar had let out that one noise that sounded like a grunt but with the inflection that implied agreement. He was left with too many questions to feel otherwise satisfied. What would happen if he had stuck his hand through the hoop? Would the being react if the hoop was attacked? Or if pokemon were similarly funneled through it before the creature could commence its prank? Oscar rubbed his forehead, his burning curiosity was giving him a headache--especially since his answers would never get answered.

Oscar sighed, "Well I suppose we better clean this shit up." Oscar was quiet for a moment, listening to the sound of wriggling tentacles. After a few seconds he would shrug, "Or--better idea--we fuck off and let someone else handle it. I won't say anything if you don't." Oscar shot Zev a coy smile downing the rest of his coffee as he waited for the beast's response.

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