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I stumble many times,
[break]I might just get hurt,

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It's a haunting sight to bear witness upon, even from this small area just outside of Petalburg—even with the poor visibility from the toxic sands flitting about—claven stone wrought upon land, horrific damage done that would uproot flora and manmade structure alike, uncaring footfalls of men and monsters, what distinction really was there between the two at this point? Roze's heart sank, damage was being done, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it.[break][break]

Yet another reminder that she's still far too weak to solve anything, far too weak to help those who might need it, far too weak to accomplish little more than survive. She might yet fail that one simple task too, her body felt worse for wear, the toxic sands were wearing her down, she could feel that something was physically wrong, her breath hastening her still working arm beginning to feel numb and prickly all at the same time. Even with the assistance of her Clefairy who'd been trying to help recover both Hideo and Roze herself, she'd felt tired, and her breathing felt hoarse.[break][break]

Telepathic visions flashed through her mind at the behest of Hideo's Uxie, without any prior knowledge, she'd barely understood what exactly they had meant, only that the dangerous creature they'd so briefly encountered and failed to route was far more tenacious than they'd already believed it to be. There was so much more Roze would have to learn in coming times.[break][break]

What was there she could do here? She'd been in Petalburg simply for a health check up due to her injured arm, her being caught in the crossfire and being captured by howard slayte was a mistake. She'd been helped by Eduardo Hisakawa and Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki, and what did she do to thank them? She was about to burden another. She'd grit her teeth, yet with her body feeling weary, she couldn't even feel the friction of her frown. Another thought had flashed through her mind, were those two alright? Was Howard? The three of them were stronger than her, braver, even if one was misguided, all three fought for their own righteous causes and had acquired great strength—and must have sacrificed so much to attain it—to continue on their paths.[break][break]

Yet, here was Roze Falkner, a collateral, a bystander, a young woman who'd found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time.[break][break]

As Hideo had called out that the two would need to make their escape, his voice had been like a jolt, something to rouse Roze from her panic and self-pity, something to focus on to try and cut through the numbing poison eating away at her strength, she'd wanted to say something, anything to help reassure, him, something to keep both of them brave. She'd wracked her mind for an answer, she wasn't used to this, perhaps she had taken Navy's warning too lightly. Nothing that came to mind seemed correct.[break][break]

Yet before it was too late, Roze ultimately couldn't help save the two of them, the boy's own... strange Alakazam seemed to be their saviour, in the end. Without being able to speak a word, Roze had meekly nodded and stepped closer, returning her Clefairy to her poké ball such that the little pixie wouldn't be left behind.[break][break]

In the blink of an eye, Roze had found herself in an unfamiliar town, she'd trusted Hideo that this was a safe place, and she'd relaxed, letting out a soft, yet long exhale, as if a burden had been lifted from her, she'd stumbled for a moment, only to keep herself steady and carefully sit down, already starting to feel better outside of the toxic sandstorm, yet still feeling somewhat ill.[break][break]

"I'll be fine... I just... need to catch my breath," she'd commented, hoping to avoid causing any worry for Hideo, she'd need a moment to relax and think things through, despite having come from a far more panicked state, Roze understood she'd need to do more, if she really wanted to make a difference. Ideals only went so far, that was a lesson she'd learnt today.

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TL;DR Roze is affected by the poisonous winds, reflects on herself as she realises the hopeless situation surrounding them, struggles to put to words her feelings on the overall horror of the devastation. She accepts Hideo's Shadow Alakazam's help and attempts to escape with Hideo.[break][break]

lmao nice 3.

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But I keep on running.

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oh shit, joseph joestar noticed me :pog: [break]
terrakion parries an AURA SPHERE [break]
eddie notices gunner and says his goodbyes to himiko lol [break]
dodges thru the other AURA SPHEREs w/ terrakion on their way to gunner and co [break]
terrakion gives himiko and gaius the hairy eyeball bcus humans are CRINGE [break]
still at J5 [break]
open to interactions! [break]


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[attr="class","textbox"]"priam conrad, buddy, you didn't tell our new friend who I am? I'm hurt." A part of Isaac was thankful that a new crop of Rockets either didn't no or didn't care who he was. It was preferable to having new attempts on his life every Tuesday. At the same time, it felt odd. They almost held it against him less than the League did. "Been there. Done that. Got the scars to prove it."[break][break]

An icy knuckle traced up the length of Isaac's shirt, slicing it clean in half. He was half trying to make a point to Tangaroa Emzar, half getting sucked into this pre-fight ritual. As he tossed the remnants aside a story of betrayal climbed up and down his chest, no matter how hard Suicune's healing magic had tried to clean his conscience. With a part to the fringe of his hair, even the echo of Cillian Quinn's bullet wound was clear against his flesh.[break][break]

There it was. This was what he needed. Large-scale, institutionalized violence? He didn't have the slightest clue how to undo that. Not when the League always waited until it was too late. Not when Rocket had no bounds to their cruelty and hatred. Not when there was always something Else, something more Important. But a big, tough guy, throwing banter and punches in equal measure? This was where he thrived.[break][break]

In another world, he could've, should've, just been some vigilante street punk. He never asked for more than this.[break][break]

Two of Rocket's strongest, a pair of legends to each's name, fought. They justified their selfish clash with the fig leaf of an organization that couldn't care less if they lived or died. All the while, a dying star stood in the shadow of the colossus, standing defiant even as walls of Rockets fenced him in. An aurora, rippling brilliant golden courage, cut through the blighted skies, as if to highlight the two battles that were ensuing.[break][break]

Let the people of Hoenn draw the conclusions they may.[break][break]

Tangaroa was no mere bruiser. Isaac could tell just from the collected, focused way he spoke. It was for that reason that, as he threw his punch, Isaac kept one hand on guard and the other on standby. Watch for the roll of the shoulders and the twist of the hips . . . there! Classic stuff. Raise a guard high, bring it low. Isaac couldn't help but smile in recognition, one warrior to another.[break][break]

He brought his leg away from the knee kick and stepped through. He could have left the ground beneath his feet slick with water and ice, forcing Tangaroa to widen his stance and open himself up. But this wasn't a fight for the Liberator. This was a fight for Isaac Merlo. Instead, he did things the old fashioned way, trying to get a hand on Tangaroa's shoulder and a leg hooked behind his other ankle. If he could sweep the leg before Tangaroa could set his stance, he could bring this fight right where he wanted it.[break][break]

And if he couldn't? Then this was going to get fun.[break][break]

TEAL DEER;[break]
Isaac inwardly waxes lyrical about how so much has changed and so much has stayed the same.[break]
He outwardly lets Tangaroa know he's given the Rocket life a try and shows off the scars to prove it (RIP Isaac's shirt).[break]
An aurora hovers over the sky; golden courage, highlighting both his fight and howard slayte and Elisabeth Fiorelli's teamfighting struggle.[break]
Now it's fight night! Isaac dodges the knee kick, then shoots in to punish, trying for a sweeping takedown.[break]
Is he enjoying this? I think he's enjoying this.

Before Dorian could cash in on the Z-Move, Howard did it. He claimed yet another Regi for Rocket's cause.

Dorian began to feel the effects of the toxic sandstorm take their toll on him. He felt violently ill, weak. But he couldn't sit on the sidelines. Not when the Boss himself was watching.

"Run, while you can.", he told Isaac, Eris, and El in a hushed tone. "Isaac, this is the real Rocket. They are ruthless, they are bloodthirsty, and can't be reasoned with.", he told the traitor, a final kindness in the moment, before they inevitably clashed again.

Much to his horror, Eris disregarded his warning. She made an attempt on the Regirock, and Howard. As much as he wanted to scream out to her, he couldn't. Like Isaac, she too was a traitor. Child or not, Rocket had no mercy for those who abandoned them. In his current state, he couldn't protect her.

It'd also be treason on his part.

All he could do was abide by Monroe's commands. His Genesect took to the skies, with their master aboard. From above, the Genesect began to rain down fiery Techno Blasts down on any League personnel in sight. The Genesect's IFF system allowed them to effectively pick out targets, being sure to stay clear of groups of allied Rockets.

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tags: El Sunderland Eris Halla Isaac Merlo howard slayte
notes: -L4
-Dorian watches as Howard claims Regirock
-Dorian gets ill from the Toxic Sandstorm
-Dorian quietly urges Eris, El, and Isaac to run
-Watches on in horror as Eris continues to charge Howard
-Dorian, despite his illness, follows Monroe's orders
-Genesect used Techno Blast on League personnel

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