Ugh, how long has this stupid little patrol been going on now? Himiko had lost count after SIX hours or so. Time just seemed to splurge together into one big, unassuming mass at this point. She was about ready to just start dying of boredom to her superior over the radio when a report of somebody passing by her had been called in. Her eyes lit up with interest! Finally, something to do.

She walked all over the little farmstead area, her Hisuan Zoroark following a short ways around her. Both began to investigate area around the farm while Himiko would pause right before the ruins. "C'mon out, kid. Life's going to get hard if you don't play along. You're lucky I'm not somebody who's going to start burning everything to draw you out, but I will warning you I'm ready to start poisoning everything."

The Zoroark sniffed the air in some attempt to find Biscotti's trail but it hadn't sensed itself or the Incineroar just yet. The two huffed in unison and then faced the half broken building in front of them in disgust. "Let's see if you're in here." Onna brought both hands tigether, calling out a large sphere of darkness and then firing it at the door of the pink door.

[ BINGO: SIX ]

Thomas Benoit

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[attr="class","bisc"]About the time he stuck his head out, Himiko called out. Sure, she was on the other side, but that was too close for him. It was time to make like a turtle and retreat. Shit! Biscotti ducked back inside the shed. His heart jumped into his throat.

Then, the threats began. Panicked eyes shifted to his Incineroar. Burning everything!? He forced himself to swallow as he squeezed more tightly against toppled tupperware. “P-poisoning?” His limbs shook as he turned to the disgustingly cheery door. Biscotti took a step forward as if to answer the door. It wasn’t like he could fight this lady. “I think we need to—”

And running hadn’t paid off last time. Maybe this entire thing had been a bad idea. Vanilla was probably already—Arceus, no. The hair on his arms stood up as something gathered energy outside. The shadows around them seemed to retreat slightly, like juice sucked out a straw. With a snarl, the fire-type grabbed him and tugged him back. Without warning, the dark cat crushed him against his chest.

Seconds later, the door exploded. Pink splinters ricocheted across the room. A pained grunt erupted from Jangle as the wood turned her into a hedgehog. A strange, anomalous hybrid between craft room, rodent, and predator. Though he didn’t voice it—or feel it—Scotti ended up with a nice scratch beneath his eyes. “H-hey!” The baker shouted at the now open doorway. “You’re supposed to countdown before doing something like that!”

His scold was muffled by muscles and fur as his Incineroar let him go. Angry sapphire eyes stared down the Zorua. “Hey, uh—JJ? You’ve got a little—” The cat waved her trainer off. She stumbled forward just as his hand closed around a wooden shard. It popped out with an audible squelch. The Incineroar snarled before shoving him back.

As her hands touched his shirt, he could feel the heat. “JJ?” The cat jerked her head toward the collapsed end of the building as she rocketed toward the opposing trainer. Go. Heat swelled to uncomfortable levels as her Blast Burn sought to slow them down.

With a final glance at Jangle, Biscotti moved to scamper out through a space between a support beam and the fallen roof. A hand lifted to wipe the blood from his face.

50 MP Injury by a Pokemon

Yamaguchi Himiko

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