Somewhere amongst the noise demolishing the quiet of the abandoned building is the soft click of heals against the dirt and debris covered floor. They do not come with their telltale steadiness, their rhythm matching the mayhem before her as she dances around the shards of glass and broken pieces of things lost to time. The long sleeves of her dress stretch out beside her, following the dips of the tune in her head. If the damage being done should bother her, she doesn't show it.

A step, a twist, a turn and a whistle sets the automaton free from the chore it has been bound to since the day it became her's. The off colored creature, flickers into existence, brimming with the phantom energies of the midplane, its fist already over its shoulder and glowing. A gesture of her hand and a snap of her fingers makes the phantom force fueled dynamic punch connect with the metal of the vehicle.

"Hmm." Isra pauses in her dance to watch. Neither impressed nor entirely disappointed the woman says with no particular target "Well it should be good enough practice at least."

The automaton is much more pleased with himself, finding the closest thing to joy the creature seems to exhibit in continuing to punch the vehicle alongside the other pokemon.

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A Blue blur sped forward, slamming itself into the van with a mighty splash of water [Aqua Jet]. Oscar took a long draw from his sucker and smiled, he was startimg to appreciate his Empoleon's love of carnage. Wrath threw up its fin and dug into the van with its Metal Claws, ripping and tearing as if the thing insulted his honor. Shreds of metal began to cover the floor, like the world's most dangerous confetti.

Oscar circled the scene, watching the pokemon take turns smashing the car. He wasn't the one doing it, and yet every hit felt cathartic. He imagined the look on this ranger's face when he could see the state of his vehicle, while imaginary it was still priceless. Wrath had  now jumped onto the roof of the van and ripped ooen the sun roof. After a bit of charging, the fiend blasted the interior with water [Hydro Pump].

Oscar winced with satisfaction as the water ruined what was left inside. "Holy shit Wrath, that's just spiteful." He couldn't have been more proud.

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Isra Nightingale

It starts to look like a party.

The woman can't help but wonder what the need for so many of them is. She shakes her head but like most everything else about her movements it looks like nothing more than another part of the mysterious dance she does through the debris. She's far enough not to worry about the shards of metal as the group of pokemon have their way with the vehicle. Her own golurk blinks out of existence as the van is pushed away by Remial's Aggron, reappearing in time to meet the van where it lands and shadows mix with the energies of the midplane. Metal crunches beneath the automaton's fist and it disappears again just as quickly. It disappears, dancing about in the midplane.

Meanwhile Isra makes her way towards the gathering individuals. It is not often she crosses paths with the other members of rocket, her many faces and personas keeping her far too busy for such things. The tapping of her heals brings her towards the white haired fellow in charge of the Empoleon. Chuckling at the antics of the pokemon she gives oscar clayton an approving wink before passing by.

Feeling no need to introduce herself the woman hums the tune in her head instead, adding an eery ambiance to the abandoned warehouse amidst the sounds of destruction. It would seem she's enjoying herself tonight.

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By this point, the car was thoughrally wrecked. Both undrivable, and uninhabitable. Yet that surely wasn't good enough, it was more than about disabling the car. It was about sending a message: don't fuck with Rocket. With this in mind, Wrath had begun to jump up and down on the roof of the van. Slowly but surely, his immense weight began to flatten the vehicle like a pancake.

Oscar had stopped paying attention to the van, he trusted that the car would be totaled efficiently without his supervision. As Isra passed by he was sure to return her wink with a friendly finger gun before discarding his current lollipop. Caprice introduced himself, and at first Oscar was inclined to return the favor. However, after witnessing the others neglecting to respond in kind, he stayed his hand. He thought back to all the times using his real name got him in trouble. Yeah, perhaps he should keep his name under wraps for now.

He felt obligated to throw the poor guy a bone though, I mean he put himself out there and got nothing in return. Oscar would have lost his shit. He pulled out the cigarette case he used to store his lollipops and strode toward Caprice. He offered it out to him, attempting to give a friendly smile of assurance. Unfortunately this os Oscar we're talking about, so it looked more like he was in pain.
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Isra Nightingale
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"What is that, a foxtrot?"

The woman stops dead in her tracks, going silent while twisting to look over her shoulder at the little gathering, passing around lollipops of all things. The blankness of her express shows a clear lack of interest in his inquiry, but almost as if she thinks better of it she changes her tune. The puppeteer changes direction of his play midstep, the movement of her feet shift into that of a proper foxtrot. Her heels find purchase on the dirty concrete as she dances to the tune of destruction with an invisible partner. The smoothness of it tells the tale of someone who has spent many nights in a ballroom, the act of dancing drilled into her from a young age. Though there is technique it is not perfect, but it is proper at the very least.

Meanwhile what is left of the vehicle's metal frame rolls away from the violence, finding itself in the rough hands of her golurk as it emerges from the midplane once more. Phantom energy courses through, the dynamic punch turned uppercut sends the last of the vehicle into the air where the pokemon leaves it to the hands of the others. There is a thrumming sound deep in its core, almost as if the creature might be pleased.

Isra's dance comes to an abrupt halt when the need for a partner arises in the old routine. For a moment she is still as a statue. Waiting for something but waiting for nothing before turning back to the gathering. "That" she states pointedly, "Was a proper foxtrot, at least in part. Before I was simply musing over things." and musing aloud, as she is fond of doing.

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Suddenly this turned from a serious disposal of evidence into a bizarre dance exhibition. Oscar watched his fellow Rocket dance; she was extraordinarily graceful, brilliant to even a philistine like Oscar. He wondered if he could learn to dance like that, it'd probably be a big hit in the clubs. Not that he ever went out much, he often scheduled outings but would always cancel due to nerves. If he had mad dance moves like these, he wouldn't have to be so nervous. These were the kinds of things that went through his head as the goal at hand faded away.

Meanwhile Wrath had smashed the car as much as he could, and decided to hop off. He watched the smallest of the bunch, the Riolu, perform an impressive cross-up against the car's frame to deliver a satisfying blow. The tyke had a lot of power for a small fry. When the golurk threw the remainder of the wreck into the air, Wrath saw the chance for some fun. He began juggling the wreck with mighty blows before passing it to one of his companions. It was quite a hoot, and when another opportunity came he used his frame advantage (which was rather large since the car could not move) to hitstun the car before it can hit the ground. An easy task, considering the size of the car's hitbox. After that strike, Wrath took a moment to rest. All of this rough housing had begun to wear him out.

Meanwhile Oscar decided to share his wealth, offering lollipops to his other two cohorts. After they made their choices, he popped in a lollipop of his own and questioned aloud, "So like, how smashed up does the car need to be before we can get out of here? All of that smashing is giving me a headache."

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The remnants of the vehicle collide with the far wall and the humming of her automaton ceases as he steps forward, disappearing once again in the midplane. When he re-emerges mid step it is to pin what is left of the metal against the wall with a series of punches, it's iron fist ability making them stronger than normal, more so than before. The pokemon eventually steps back to both admire its work and step back into the midplane where he belongs.

Meanwhile, Isra replies to the applause with a curtsy, seeing it as only proper. Though she cannot say it is worthy of such a thing she is not one to be impolite where others can see. She makes no answer to the musings about the state of the vehicle, instead choosing to address the inquiry of Caprice.

"I do not, but perhaps I could make an exception." she says with a playful chuckle trailing behind her words. Whether or not she would actually make good on the notion is up in the air. It would depend on if he actually pursued the idea or not.

Isra turns away from them then, eyes settling back on their goal. She thinks Remiel right, they're almost done with the task now.

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