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Over the rage-induced roar and crackling of electricity, the insulting rant spewed by mint frost falls on deaf ears. The beam of SHADOW CHILL, too, only serves to weaken the SPIKY SHIELD around the BLACK YIN. Rather than dwell on past loyalties or reconsider the ethical complications of killing his former friend, a HATEFUL Remiel Calcifet supports ZEKROM as it attempts to crush mint frost and his GLACEON beneath the weight of its power.[break][break]

In the wake of that calamitous crash, however, mint frost is nowhere to be found. The swift employ of a TELEPORT was all that had saved his life. Should the GLACEON, too, be absent, and not beneath ZEKROM's foot as he would like, the black dragon would shift its attention to MARILYN HASEGAWA and her GOLURK— just in time to find itself CURSED.[break][break]

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The exiled prince growls in unison with his patron as a powerful ROCK SLIDE forms above to try and CRUSH his fleeing assailants. Whether or not they'd managed to kill or knock out anyone, however, this ROCK SLIDE serves to form a barrier between them and the BLACK YIN anyway.[break][break]

And, as the threat of constant danger fades, so, too, does the HATRED that had been flowing throughout them. The void that remains, however, is quickly filled with sadness and regret over the loss of the VAST WHITE, ZEKROM's other half.[break][break]

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RIGHTWARD

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Eyes stared into the abyss of the cataclysmic bodies and mechanicals through the mask slits, the souls that were unfortunate enough to be deemed one of the lucky ones; those who would never be able to live to see what would come in the future, where the fates were said to unravel piece by piece. Marilyn felt bad for a few, though she felt neutral toward most. In a world where men could use their self-righteousness as a tool to justify their lashings, much to the likeness of Remiel Calcifet, she figured most had fallen into the cycle of committing the same acts. Fate acted as an exactor of retribution, a karmic destiny, that which they deserved if they were truly sanctimonious.[break][break]

She figured it would not be long until Remiel Calcifet met his, if not by the hands of Rocket, by the maw of another beast the size of a mountain. "Team Rocket does have a place, as will Reshiram, I'm sure," she gargled and coughed phlegm, swinging her cane shotgun back and forth as they continued their flight, ".. but you're right. This isn't over." Preservation of the LIGHT STONE was ultimately needed, much more than any darkened, vicious wishes she wished to exact on a pious royal. It would be satisfying to let fear lurk in his mind rather than pluck if he were to be susceptible. But with such a complex of power, alongside such rich histories, would he be?[break][break]

"I never leave empty-handed, Remiel Calcifet..! We will meet again," she giggled and turgled, firing a few rounds into the ground as the Golurk attempted to pick up its spectral pace, ".. and I will never forget your name..!"[break][break]

Unless the memory loss started to hit, but she never really had problems with that other than when she got drunker than a boiled owl. The ROCK SLIDE manifested, creating a barrier between those who pursued ZEKROM and its keeper. Quite the paradox, as he seemed to have rebuked cowardice- but she could hardly focus on that, as her instinct for survival kicked in. She did not wish to be buried in stone until her old age had failed her, sitting comfortably in an exquisite casket.[break][break]

Ludwig and Marilyn held on during the push, feeling the grinding of jagged protrusions piercing the backside of the automaton up until they finally reached the lifeless treeline. Delicate, pained chirps of the mechanical innards of the specter signaled to the elder that her flight would need to come to an end. Using the last of its energy, it lowered a hand to release her from the bounds to its stomach into the snow below; and a reverberating HEAT CRASH behind her, melding rock with hardened, dead trees to create a wall. A safety net, that which she could flee into.[break][break]

Calling the Golurk back into its orb and slowly trudging with her cane into the lifeless forest, now accompanied by a Trevenant that scooped her into its wooden palm, she let out deep, guttural breaths as her heartbeat slowed to an ordinary pace. "Find me in the trees," she said into the comms, ".. we can exact the fates upon the royal another day, Neon. We will be safe in the ruined bends."

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The pain echoed out from all over into his body. Even with the immediate medical care provided by his Braixen, still his shoulder was bleeding profusely and if nothing was done, then this would surely be the end of his journey. Although he wanted nothing more than to escape and find help, the Iron Crown before him made sure that there was no way out without going through it. So easily had it broken through the protective barrier erected around Noel. It was beginning to rear up for another attack, one that would be fatal.[break][break]

But Noel and his partner had one trick in store for the Paradox Pokemon. First it would allow the mechanical beast to get closer, which it did as predicted for its charge. Now they just had to wait for when the time was right. Time began to slow down. All Noel could hear was the beating of its hooves against the cave ground and plop of his sweat dripping down his face like a pendulum. They needed to time this right, or else he would never hope to see another day again.[break][break]

"Now!"[break][break]

He shouts. His Braixen responds in kind. Just as the Iron Crown was about to reach its mark, a wall of flame spews out from underneath it. A Burning Jealousy that rises like a tower, launching the quadruped up into the air and causing it to crash-land onto the earth. Whirs and buzzes could be heard from its mechanical body, its frame superheated from the raging inferno it was caught in. Yet Noel knew this would not be enough. After giving everything they had together, still it did not fall completely. Slowly it rises back on its legs, its eyes glow an intense light as if rebooting. There was but one option left for the young trainer. Taking note from the others around him, this would be his best shot at finishing this fight.[break][break]

Hurling a Pokeball forward, it bounces atop the Iron Crown's head which promptly enters inside. The ball furiously rolled around in a frenzy, as if doing anything its power to escape its containment. But soon, all is quiet. The ball calms down and now was a prison for the assailant. Noel limps his way forward, picking up the ball and looking at it intensely. He wasn't quite sure if owning something that tried to kill him was the right thing to do, but now it was in his possession. Laughing to himself at the irony, he falls forward unto the ground, all his energy had been spent and now he didn't have the will to carry on any longer. Was he going to be left here to bleed out and rot?[break][break]

Thankfully, one of freya morningstar's Salamences notices him and swiftly comes to his aid. Dragging his body onto its back, it would transport him to the nearest medical facility where he would be treated. Although he had fought fiercely with his own life on the line, he still wasn't sure what to make of all it.

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Nenet's true concern lies with seeing her husband away from this chaos and assessing him further - despite his recovery from Xurkitree's energy, there was only so much the human body could take and Zev continued to push himself.
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Mercifully, he isn't delayed long in helping to secure Reshiram and she soon finds herself on the back of Corviknight. Curled against Zev's back, she holds him tightly to herself as the bird Pokemon kicks up a gust of air and then takes flight; she can already feel the subtle signs of flagging.
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"You need to rest," she murmurs in his ear.
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Her questions could wait until he recovered.

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MORE HUMAN[break]THAN HUMAN

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Preston Fugu

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IF YOU WANT BLOOD, YOU GOT IT.

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Caught within their own tiny corner of the battlefield at the bottom of the chasm, there is little time to appreciate the greater picture. The world has changed again, the eyes of something greater look upon this battle. Whatever is looking pays little mind to three souls caught at the bottom of a chasm.[break][break]
“All we can do’s pray it works.” He readies his own pokeball. Iron Crown stumbles, screaming a metallic rebuke. It makes one last breakneck charge, only to meet a substitute.[break][break]

Substitution Jutsu[break]
greninja sets a particularly sturdy substitute. after the substitute is destroyed, greninja appears in a puff of smoke, inflicting the damage accrued by the substitute back on its opponent.

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Hattori returns in a cloud of smoke, his mission accomplished. Taking all of Iron Crown’s fury, he returns it upon the legendary machine. It slams into a wall, a pokeball not far behind. The creature struggles, writhes, rages. The ball clicks. It is Navy’s.[break][break]
“Looks like we made it.” Navy sighs in relief, still reeling from the cold. “Don’t know where your restaurant is, but you should open one up in Dewford.” Already, he advertises his town. “It’s out of the way.”[break][break]
Hattori clings to him. Lancelot flies back over.[break][break]
“Need a ride?”

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together, they fight as a cohesive unit, each playing to their own strengths while able to rely on others to make up for their weaknesses. this, as he has so frequently stated time and time again, is what team rocket needs.[break][break]

cohesion. unity. it is how they will prevail.[break][break]

with mint frost's support, MARILYN HASEGAWA secures THE LIGHT STONE, and as she makes her retreat, theo is quick to click his tongue. a shield of PROTECT forms over her, shielding her throughout her interactions with Remiel Calcifet.[break][break]

by the time theo is able to pry away from the battle, staying long behind to assist the likes of Elisabeth Fiorelli, jayden cross, fern delaney, and others with their retreat, the situation nears its end, but not before MARILYN HASEGAWA's voice calls over the comms once more.[break][break]

soon, his voice cuts through the trees, announcing his approach.[break][break]

"you've secured an incredibly important asset for team rocket, one that will help us win the war. well done, matcha."[break][break]

one that will help them conquer.[break][break]

"i'm afraid the tea room will see less of you from now on."[break][break]

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A smile sprawled behind the mask at the voice that wavered into her ears from the communications, the voice of Elisabeth Fiorelli, a voice that she had always made an effort to recognize. "When you told me you saw promise in me," she said softly, quite frankly forgetting that she was speaking into the ear of plenty, ".. well, it made me want to make you proud, dear." It would have been all the more wild to refute; respect needed to flow from the kettle to the teacup to let it be filled once more. She wanted to keep it filled with someone she considered to have an old, wise soul- a fellow poisoner, a talented one at that.[break][break]

Whisked into the wretched trees within the palm of the tree spirit, a clack on the side of the pokemon's bark quickly led it to release her from its loving shackles. There seemed to have been a remnant of a mechanical beast, of which had to have been thrown by force due to the sheer existence of the mountainous dragon. And cut by vicious slashes, those which she did not know the origin of. When she looked at its lifeless body, shattered into fragments of steel, a part of her associated it with the same way she regarded youth.[break][break]

She had grown a distaste for the younger generations, but old, forcibly shelved matronly instincts flowed into her dilapidated veins. The creature was something never before seen, that was as much as she could know from locking eyes with it- disregarding technology, disregarding the thoughts of whether it truly had a soul or not. "Help me bury this thing," she said to the specter, ".. it's too far from the rest of its kind, where their souls may dance."[break][break]

And so they did- and curiously enough, once the last of its remnants had been encased in the rock and snow, another of its kind appeared. One that also happened to have fallen victim to the scuff. Smoke vaporizing from its IRON CROWN, it seemed to stare at the granny and her spirit with emotionless eyes. Had she been willing to take a risk, she would have waited to see what it would have done. But that was too dangerous with the LIGHT STONE in pocket; flinging a pokeball at the modern beast, she wondered if the two happened to have had a relationship like her and those she considered her found family. Or if it had been simply drawn by the power that rested within the pack.[break][break]

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IRON CROWN IS CAUGHT.

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Scooping the cold, icicle-imbued orb that had retained the mechanical beast up into her palms with ample, cricked efforts, a turn of the cheek had brought her to acquaint with THEO BECKETT's cutting voice. With his ample efforts of PROTECTION while she had wandered into the fray, any fear that another would make their approach within the treeline had been shed. As she listened to his words, she could not help but let the praise imbue her heart and soul, sticking the bottom of her cane into the snow with a sinister grin sprawled from wrinkle to wrinkle.[break][break]

"Oh, dear me," she smiled in response, inching closer to him while pushing her mask to sit above her frayed hair, ".. if that is what the fates have in store for me, I will accept all of it with open arms. Thank you, dear." Holding a shaky hand out, she attempted to give him a hug of gratitude and effervescent joy, imbued with accomplishment. And a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek. It was habitual.[break][break]

To CONQUER, to shine light upon the souls that the world wished to cast out due to their eccentric, irredeemable lifestyles; it was a tea leaf that must grow into a bush. One that would grow with thorns in its wake, bigger than any other, digging into any that were to oppose it. The war needed to be won, and she couldn't have chosen a better side- with them, with all of those she had grown to love and respect, the possibilities were endless. Life had meaning now above all else. Above all the years wasted in the cells, shackled for the mistakes she had made.[break][break]

"To home we go-go. I already know the rest I'll be getting tonight is going to be impeccable."[break][break]

She would never make mistakes like those again, for those were things she could never afford.

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[attr="class","star2tsu4"]Baki places the ball holding the spare paradox on her hip. The gengar in her shadow shrinks down, watching her closely, at the ready as she's needed.[break][break]

With that, Tsubaki stares up at the sky. [break][break]

A special rend, a fissure in the earth. Truth is revealed, and Gods squabble in heaven - or is this hell? [break][break]

She looks around at the spare parts of the futures they've torn apart together and lets out a sigh.[break][break]

"Shit. This what you get up to in Aqua every day?"[break][break]

She gives a quizzical look Navy's way, and then the girl eyes the other man. [break][break]

He was more important than anything else here.[break][break]

"Restaurant, huh? Arceus, what I'd give for a good restaurant in town. Something Kantonian, hell I'd even settle for Johtonian. Locals don't know what they're doing. Culinary world's in shambles over there, you'd be an overnight sensation."[break][break]

The scale of the destruction wrought here is impossible for her to comprehend, but some damned good sushi -- that, she could conceptualize perfectly.[break][break]

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