As the madman finished his rambling, another cascade of water would send some nearby Monferno flying. As the steam cleared, an empoleon was revealed. His stance was stalwart, and in the light of the flame she looked downright majestic.  He wasted little time, Aqua Jetting once more into the fire itself, using the waves he kicked up to smother some of the flames and give the combatants more room. 

Oscar appeared beside Remiel, holding his cigarette case of lollipops toward the admin. "Hey." Here Oscar was, just enjoying the novelty of a space themed midsummer festival, when this asshat in a lab coat decided to play terrorist. God damn psycho needed to be put in his place. Chance was on Oscar's side though, one of the rocket Admins was in attendance. If Oscar helped him clean up this mess, maybe it'll earn him some clout. Or at least a 'Good job Oscar', that would be enough.

Wrath the empoleon slid next to the slowbro, ready to do battle at his side. Oscar gave his orders, "Hey, you see these flaming guys? Hit them until they stop moving. Avoid Hydro Pump, your aim sucks." Wrath nodded, he quite enjoyed when his orders were open ended. As the Monferno closed in, Wrath leapt forward to slash them up with Metal Claw before resuming his Aqua Jet skating act. 

Yeah this should be fun.

Remiel Calcifet

Isra is not nearly as quick to respond as her counterparts, perhaps it is a lack of alertness, perhaps it is a lack of care. Regardless the woman stands, dusting off her dress and balancing her parasol ever so delicately upon her shoulder. She plucks the pokeball off the rim of the parasol as she makes her way towards the flames, the gentle toss and press of a button popping it open to reveal the off colored Milotic that usually calls her garden home.

The pokemon's tail flicks back and forth until the whistles sounds and she surges forward towards the flames. The milotic leaves the pokemon to the others, focusing the surge of water from her hydro pump on what has been set ablaze instead.

The woman is much more delicate as she hops the barrier, content to take her time with the endeavor as the pokemon work away at the flames. "I suppose someone should do something about the one screaming, hm?" a fingertip taps at another pokemon, mulling over the idea.

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Oscar put his cigarette case back into his pocket, just as Isra arrived to join them. He wasn't gonna pull the case out again, so if she wanted a lollipop she will have to wait. It was good to see her again though, and Oscar made this known with a nod. As Oscar watched Wrath ruthlessly wreck the shit of several Monferno, Isra brought up a good point. This guy needed to be taken care of, if they cut the monferno off from their trainer maybe they'll fuck off. 

"I got it." Oscar said, throwing his lollipop stick to the ground. He snapped his fingers to get Wrath's attention. Oscar pointed to the platform, "Use hydro pump to fuck that guy's platform." Wrath nodded, and burst into an Aqua Jet toward the madman. 

The fool thought he could escape by passing over some flames, but that meant nothing to Wrath. He charged right through the fire, not a single ember being able to penetrate his propelling waves. He ceased his charge a few feet away from the man's platform, using the momentum to slide underneath his machine on his knees before unleashing a wicked torrent of pressurized water from his mouth (Hydro Pump). 

The blast caused the fans to short circuit, and the man soon found himself swaying back to forth. He rapidly lost control of his platform, tumbling out of the air and crashing about a yard away from the launch pad. As Oscar watched the man go down, he could not help but notice that he fell upsdie down with the platform on top of him. Oscar winched, "Oh shit, hey asshole are you okay?" There was no response, though it was unlikely Oscar could be heard from this far. "I'll um, go check on him. Cover me." Oscar trotted off toward the launch pad.

Remiel Calcifet, Isra Nightingale

Isra returns Oscar's nod from bellow her parasol, careful not to allow herself to leave the shade of the item. Her attention falls mostly on the idea of dealing with the screaming man but before she can tap away at another pokeball Oscar and his pokemon take the lead.

It takes the woman a moment to process what happens. Staring at the final result as the white haired man runs to check on the individual in question. Isra, on the other hand, is forced to cover her mouth to contain the giggles over just how phenomenally that situation fell apart. Whatever this man thought he was going to accomplish was most definitely devolving into more insults being added to injury at this rate.

The milotic looks back at her giggling master who waves her hand, encouraging the pokemon to continue to douse the flames. A gloved hand taps away at a pokeball, her gardevoir emerging with instant alarm. Isra shoos the pokemon away, sending her with Oscar as a formality. The pokemon would be best suited for the situation should the need for her arise.

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Oscar waved as he walked, indicating that he understood to keep the man alive. Though if he did die Oscar was pretty sure this shithead deserved it for throwing the world's worst barbecue. As Oscar strode forward, he would be joined by a gardevoir, who Oscar greeted with a wave. "I stole one of you once, it was fucking wild." 

Wrath watched as his master and a gardevoir approached, and once he deemed them close enough he heard his master give him an order. "Lift that thing off him. I wanna see how broken he is." Wrath nodded and began walking toward the wreckage. As he approached the wreckage began moving by itself, and was soon lifting itself into the air. Wrath stopped as he watched it rise, only to reveal the creature lifting it. A startling beast with orange fur and a flaming head. Oscar stopped as well when he noticed the sight, his eyes widening. 

"Aw shit."

The Infernape threw the wrecked platform at Wrath, hitting him directly and sending him flying backward. Oscar flinched at the attack, worried for his pokemon's safety. Wrath landed on his back, and didn't take overly long to get up. It was a rough blow, but he could manage. The infernape pounded his fists as he stepped forward, the madman rising to his feet and laughing as he began to limp toward the launch pad. 

Oscar groaned and ran back a ways to warn the others. Meanwhile the infernape rushed forward, his entire body engulfed in flames. It would seem that he intended to Flare Blitz the Gardevoir, and while Wrath was on his way he was too far to help. Hopefully she could find a way around it.

When Oscar deemed himself close enough to be heard he yelled to the others, "The fucker had an Infernape! He's heading toward the launch pad!" Oscar then turned to go stop the old fuck from hurting himself. Or anyone else.

Remiel Calcifet, Isra Nightingale

Her eyebrows rise and fall on her forehead as the situation seems to escalate a step further again. If Isra should have been concerned about her pokemon she wasn't, not even in the slightest. After all, the psychic type had no problem with doing exactly what psychics do, her psychic attack actively flinging the monferno into the air mid blitz out of reflex. Almost as if the flaming pokemon had managed to startle her more than anything.

"Is this... a common occurrence in the summer months? Is it the heat driving him mad?" Isra inquires of no one in particular. It is only really this year and the last that she has spent the summer heat around people, for her this is a truly new experience.

While her Milotic continues to douse the flames in the surrounding area, refusing to relent until told to the womans Gardevoir seems to have no problem with taking the initiative. She opted to seek out the water type the monferno had harmed, filling the area around her with a misty terrain. Within moments it is filled with the energy of her healing pulse.

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With the help of the gardevoir's heal pulse, Wrath felt as vigorous as a piplup. He flexed as he rose, a true Popeye moment if I've ever seen one. Wrath looked to the gardevoir and nodded. He approached the Infernape as it recovered from the Psychic, and with the gardevoir's help he would give it the trouncing of a lifetime. Their attacks were too swift, their teamwork too powerful. The flaming monkey wasn't even able to throw a single punch, it was about as one sided as fights get. Before long the Infernape would be at death's door, and wouldn't possibly be able to fight on any longer. Once it was fully unconscious, Wrath waddled away to go find his master.

Remiel beat Oscar to the madman and soundly subdued him with little effort. As the admin interrogated the coot, Oscar folded his arms and sighed. He didn't see the use in questioning the man's motives, that should be left to the police or someone who gives a shit. Yet Oscar knew better than to question the methods of an admin, it wouldn't help to be short sighted. If he simply observed, perhaps he will learn something. 

Wrath walked up behind his master, Oscar noticed and waved him away. Wrath nodded, they had things under control here. He waddled off to aid in the taming of the fire, swatting at any remaining Monfernos as he went along. Oscar held back his judgement and listened to what the pyromaniac had to say.

Remiel Calcifet , Isra Nightingale

Isra watches as the boys choose to pursue the madman, she herself feels no compulsion to do so. Certainly if there were no witnesses to be had to the spectacle (and she did, indeed, consider it to be one) she would have wasted no time leaving the gentleman in the hands of her Noivern. Sophia was a rotten creature, she would have been delighted to toy with something such as him.

Insead, she turns her attention to the flames and the fires, with her gardevoir teleporting to Remiel's side to offer aid once the empoleon was satisfactorily up to par. Isra choose to convene with her Milotic, checking on the flames that by now are being reigned in not only by them but by actual responders.

She does here something on the wind however about some sort of pychic message, the details of which she choose to ignore.

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Oscar spat on the ground, unsatisfied with the old man's behavior. Here he thought he would have something profound to say about the cosmos, what a joke. Wrath approached Oscar, stretching his fins after a job well done. The fires that plagued the fields were no more by this point, these rocket goons had saved the day.

Oscar began to stretch himself, "Well as always, it's been a pleasure. I'll let you handle the coot Rem--eh um I mean boss. Sorry." Oscar rested his arms behind his head and walked away, Wrath following close behind. As they left the area, they passed Miss Isra. Oscar was sure to give her a wave, "We gotta get waffles again soon!" Wrath happily waved to Isra as well before moving forward.

Oscar looked back to his empoleon, "Alright mister hero, you deserve a treat. Let's go raid a churro stand before everyone comes back!" Wrath cooed happily, patting his hungry stomach as Oscar ran off. Not wanting to be left behind, he charged after his mischievous master.

Remiel Calcifet, Isra Nightingale