PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY

LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

The fight rages on until the platform finally descends— they barrel into it enmasse while the enemy comes charging at them—

Only for them to rewind like a vhs tape.

He breaks into a wide smile, guessing almost immediately the source as he reaches near, palming Yuina Higashi's back spiritedly.

"I could kiss you right now! He says, grinning from ear to ear as he grabs at his mask and shoves it aside, letting it cling to one side of his face, his signature face-scar shown in the other as he turns to the group.

"ALRIGHT, WHO'S INJURED?!" He roars into the crowd, spreading his arms wide. Once again, his chain explodes into countless tiny pieces, leaving a thin cord around his neck behind whilst the rest go forth to heal the crowd.

Nonetheless, he moves through with wide stomps, looking around sharply for people in need of emergency assistance.

That's when he finds a familiar face, alongside an unfamiliar, very battered one.

"Aubre." He intones at Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, kneeling besides the woman's husband whilst willing several of his chain pieces to gather, pooling them together into the man's abused body. "You know this guy?"

He doesn't wait for the reply— He's already working to bring the guy to... well, up to his feet, at least. He doesn't know the extent of these healing powers, nor how they differ from Lele's, and he does not have the tools to really go in and start fixing stuff.

But he knows a few tricks.

He grabs at Leon Settentrioné's limbs and makes sure they're in the correct positions for best healing effect as he begins his work, ripping into his uniform to create makeshift slings to hold them in place during the process.

"You'll be fine, guy." He says, turning his gaze back to Aubre. "And you— your treatment ain't done. I expect to see ya again at my Mauville general soon."

There's a measure of humor in his tone, but also a strong assurance. They would make it through this.

Patting Aubre on the shoulder, he rises.

"I gotta go heal more folk— watch after him whilst we descend, kay? Don't let him move around too much while we can still idle."

With that, he moves. Through the crowd, searching for two types of people— the extremely injured, and the extremely tiny.

He finds Isaac Merlo.

"You really can't help yourself, huh." He says wryly as he kneels besides the man, staring at his leg.

Of course he got it fucking broken. Probably tried to shank the monkey or dog.

Hm? He recognizes a cast for what it is, regardless of what it's made. Obviously.

"Want me to fix this? We can turn that cast into a bionic limb." He asks.

He'd go with whatever the other desired before moving on.

He didn't have to go far before seeing a familiar mop of brown hair on a diminutive stature. And a familiar shock of black hair on an even more diminutive stature.

He gasped, breaking into a smile.

"H—" And then he saw a bit past them. "—OLY SHIT!"

Because standing nearby on the descending shaft, was...

"THEY SKINNED A GUY ALIVE?!" He can't help but ask as he spots Shred, it taking him a moment in the dark lighting to realize that he wasn't skinned— he was burned. A relative while ago, from how it looked.

Oh, and he was also missing an arm.

Holy fuck.

He was frozen in place staring at the guy— he had experienced being burnt alive. He had experienced losing limbs. But he didn't have to live with those consequences.

By both his medic estimations and his personal experience— That guy had to be in constant agony.

And there was not a damn thing he could do about it in this place... probably.

Not that he would get the chance, either— at that moment, the elevator finished its descent, and everyone came rushing out— including his kids.

FUCK!

"YOU!" He screams over the crowd, pointing rudely at Shred. "COME TO MAUVILLE AFTER THIS!"

He was bouncing up and down as he moved to follow the crowd, still pointing at the guy.

"LOOK FOR JOHN SULLIVAN! DO IT!" He screamed again, before turning away. He didn't know who he was screaming at, but it took everything in him to look away.

Why does anyone even want to live in Hoenn anymore?

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"Look for little kids!" He says to Yuina Higashi, his head moving around sharply in the large pit.

They aren't given much time, however.

An immense heat floods the chamber, and for a moment, he worries they're trying to cook them alive with some massive furnace.

But then he spots the source— how could he not? That mask was massive. And glowing.

Briefly, he wonders if staring at this one for too long would also let someone peer into their deepest desires.

He surmises, a moment later as a massive blast of flames descends upon them, that any amount of time staring into it would just lead to charcoal.

People move. Some fight. Others run. Others do... other things, he isn't paying enough attention know for certain.

That was Andrea Vaneau leading the charge towards the masked kicker. Her boldness was inspiring, and for a moment, he stepped forth to assist.

But when he did, he saw them— the kids.

Eris Halla, Hideo Kino, Lucia Aldrete— all going down the pit.

Shit!

Yet, Andrea is screaming for a doctor. For brief moment, he freezes, wanting— needing to do both.

But as he struggles, he once again sees Aubre McKenna-Settentrione— and an understanding passes between them as physicians. Gulping down, he nods before turning towards the hole.

choice: Follow Hideo Kino, Eris Halla and Lucia Aldrete.

He hears Navy's words, but he merely gives a wry smile over his shoulder.

"Hey! Someone's gotta watch the kids." He says with some forced humor. "Don't worry. I'll be right back to heal your sorry butts."

He turns next to Yuina, scratching at his cheek.

"I'm going after my kids— I mean, the kids." He says, and though he stutters, his intentions are firm. He reaches out to squeeze her hand. "I would kiss ya... but that feels like a bad omen, so..."

He winks.

"I'll do it once we're out. 'kay?" With that, he rushes towards the hole, leaping after the kids.

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TL;DR:
While on the lift:
-Atta girl, Yuina Higashi!
-talks with Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, heals Leon Settentrioné
-talks with Isaac Merlo, heals him if wanderer wants him to.
-spots Hideo Kino, Lucia Aldrete, and Eris Halla...
-And Shred. Holy Fuck, Shred.

On the pit:
-is conflicted between helping Andrea Vaneau deal with ogerpon's worry seed or following the kids.
-spots Aubre McKenna-Settentrione, an understanding passes between them.
-He chooses to follow the kids, leading the pokemon doctor'ing to Aubre McKenna-Settentrione.
-Tells Navy he's watching the kids and will be back so soon to heal his sorry ass.
-Promises Yuina Higashi a kiss after things are over.
-INTO THE PIT WE GO!!!

Roll:
-Jesus fucking Christ
-1st Salac
-2nd Salac
-3rd salac

Ranger Doug

Amazing work, King.

Dream

Ft. Yuina Higashi

He scratched at his cheek, having nothing to say. There was nothing to notice, as far as he could tell.

Still.

"Don't dismiss it." He said firmly, moving to sit up on the bed, looking at her. "Hoenn ain't a normal place, and neither is anyone who frequents its front lines. Picking up weird items or random abilities ain't unheard of."

The ability to teleport, to feel the presence of legendary pokemon, to feel the presence of a particular legendary pokemon, to strike a dramatic pose and receive extraordinary power—

Nothing was off the table when you were constantly playing Hoenn's roulette. So long as you didn't lose it all to the house— you would get something.

Though not always a good something.

"Huh?" He mumbled as she pointed out the shadows fleeting down on the streets below, turning to the window. "Oh. There are."

He cocked his head, before looking over the city and squinting.

"Does this place look... familiar to you?"

It vaguely reminded him of... darkness.

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TL;DR:
-Doug immediately has ideas of how to use their time in Dreamland.

PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY

Something welled up inside him, nourishing the struggling remains of his will power.

His body creaked. It sizzled, welled up, cracked and snapped into places.

A familiar sensation touched from an alien, uncomfortable source, the discomfort and limitation of injury fading away.

The fogginess of mind, too, dissipated, if just enough.

They had endured everything, physically and psychologically, for this moment.

From the moment they had arrived, perhaps the reason his anger at their warden had turned murderous, their conditions had been the most disturbing and frustrating part of their circumstances to him.

All around him, people were afflicted with sickness and injury, forced to toil whilst their bodies broke down a little more each day. He was a doctor, and yet there was nothing he could do to help.

He would not be allowed to bandage a single wound, cover for a single exhausted person— without the interference of their captors.

Finally.

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FIGHT BACK!

His words tore through the ward as his arms spread wide, his chain bursting into pieces. A single, thin cord remained tight around his neck, the rest of its pieces hovering all about, healing the wounds and weakness of all they touched.

Joining Yuina Higashi, FERNANDO SILPH, freya morningstar, annalise henderson and even THEO BECKETT, he fought against their guards and wardens while spreading more healing chain pieces, struggling mightily for their freedom as they trampled towards the elevator.

NOT A SINGLE MORE DAY!

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OT276now

TL;DR:
-Doug's desire is to KILL THAT BIR—
-Rewind that
-Doug's actual desire is to save lives, as ever.
-Doug's healing power resembles his abilities under Lele, because he wants to heal everyone.
-Doug is healing everyone in the ward, and if given the chance, will try to heal everyone in the other wards too. But, if this is too much, he'll focus his efforts on folk like Yuina Higashi, Navy, Leon Settentrioné, Shred, Isaac Merlo, Hideo Kino, Eris Halla, and Lucia Aldrete who're either well and truly screwed— or subjects to nepotism.

HARVESTING

be sure to visit the pretty petal flower shop near rustboro!

3X Micle berries, 3 gacha rolls for Gwyar Wledig wledig. Totally forgot these had a much shorter wait time than salacs lmao

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

2X Salac berries (50 PD) (for June 2)
1X Kasib berry (225 PD) (for June 30)

TOTAL

do come again!

325 PD

Strong

ft. Lucia Aldrete

His arms wrapped around the little girl firmly, dread welling up in his chest as the girl rapid fired babble and tears into his chest.

Were Lucia was relieved, Doug was horrified.

Lucia... Lucia is in this mess?

It was bad enough that Hideo Kino and Eris Halla were here. They were tough kids who had lived through everything Hoenn had thrown at them, and even they weren't taking to this well.

For Lucia to be here...!

Why?!

His teeth grit as he hugged the child more firmly. No one deserved this— but least of all a child.

He felt himself tearing apart from the inside as he faced Lucia's happiness and relief, her hope— her seemingly unending faith in him.

Never before had expectations weighed on him so heavily.

"... Lucy." He said, taking a deep breath as he considered his words.

"It won't be quick or easy." He said, giving her a pained look. "I'm sorry."

He hugged her again.

"I'm not sure of what's going on either."

Endeavoring the Wilds

Ground / Steel Solo Wild

That morning, for no particular reason, he took a path he usually didn't on his way to Verdanturf.

The rusturf tunnel had never been his favorite place, but it had outright dropped off the rankings ever since the encounter with the mind controlled citizens and the bloody statues.

Still, it was a shortcut— at least, if he wanted to get in his daily steps instead of teleporting like a couch potato.

If he had been able to sneak in a little bit of pokemon catching along the way, it would've been a perfect route.

"Not a whole lotta bugs in places like these, though." He mused.

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TL;DR:

PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY

CRACK!

Oof.

His body splats along the Mochi pit's steel floors, bouncing briefly before landing flat.

For a brief moment, he lays there and contemplates the dark ceilings— all 3 of them.

Think I'm gonna barf.

There are no poetics to his inner monologue. No delusions about his circumstances. It is drab, and gray, and bored, and angry and impotent.

A week has passed. Things have not improved— not in any discernible way.

Whatever illusions he had of himself, as a trainer, as a soldier, as a warrior, as an avatar— they had been thoroughly trashed. With a single collar, he had been turned into a slave.

Rolling onto his chest, he planted his fist firmly onto the floor, wheezing for air as his stomach's contents threatened to spill out, his innards still doing flips as the pouch tucked away under his tunic slipped out.

He stares at it though blurry eyes, before gulping down the vile, snatching it off the floor.

It was the latest batch of tears. Why was he collecting them? He didn't really know. Maybe because they looked special. He was hoping doing so would mean anything.

The tears only came after their 'special' respite was over, lending to their seeming 'specialness'.

Sleep... What truly lovely respite it was. Truly a dream, were they could enjoy the freedoms they had lost, however briefly.

But the bodies that awaited them upon waking were worn out. Battered and tired, slowly getting pushed towards their absolute limit— though that meant little to him.

Pain wasn't much of a problem for him anymore, not after everything he had put himself through under the misguided belief of his own invulnerability. It was sensory data and little else— perceived clinically.

Exhaustion had also become common to him. Since taking on the mantle of a physician, it had become ever present. He had grown accustomed to it, if not entirely comfortable with it.

No, neither of those mattered much to him.

It was the sustained, unnecessary, and meaningless cruelty of their captors that was getting to him.

But when subjected to sustained cruelty, Doug wasn't the kind to become despondent. He was not one to lose 'hope'.

No, what he lost, was patience.

He was drawing ever closer to getting himself killed trying to murder that f*cking bird.

The first 'laughing hour' had been the first time in a very, very long while that the desire to end a life had come into him.

It had been shocking— and not just a little disturbing.

Doug only knew one out of those singled out the first time. Navy— and he had never once dreamed he would see Eris Halla and Hideo Kino's heroic mentor in tears.

And to be forced to laugh at someone he considered a comrade, someone he knew to be a good man, someone who was sick, and weakened, and possibly delirious—

I'm gonna kill ya.

He rises back to his feet, the sound of rapidly approaching stomping not enough of a warning for him to even attempt to move out of the way.

THWACK!

Hideo Kino was going through this. Eris Halla was going through this. Lucia Aldrete was going through this. Isaac Merlo was going through this. Navy was going through this.

Yuina Higashi, too, was going through this.

He splatted back onto the floor, the ceiling stretching out before him once again as he rolled onto his chest and began to get up once again.

I am going to kill you.

Doug did not get anything out of other people's suffering— not even those whom he was inclined to believe might deserve it.

dorian westcliff had burned alive before his eyes, and all he had been able to muster was guilt and a drive to save his life, despite their past— despite wanting to enjoy the sight.

He felt nothing of the sort this time. He wanted to kill it. It's buddies. The Never Rot, whatever it was.

Perhaps it was the chain's influence? It didn't matter.

Anger and spite were as good as any fuel.

As long as he had something left to burn.

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x1 salac?

TL;DR:
-Doug has been Collecting his and Yuina Higashi's tears in a pouch he fashioned out fabric he tore from one of his uniforms.

Rewriting History

With Yuina Higashi

He pursed his lips, squinting at her. "You... will keep it in mind."

He echoed the words wryly, the red on his cheeks deepening.

He had revealed a weakness and it would apparently be ruthlessly exploited.

How wonderful! I mean, horrible. Yeah. Totally.

He was all too eager to grab onto the olive branch she extended next.

"Oh!" He uttered with perhaps a little too much surprise.

He cocked his head, staring at the balls.

"... Huh. I have one of these." He said simply, scratching at his cheek with some mild confusion. "I didn't know it was a hisuian ball."

It had kinda just... come into his possession, recently.

"Thought it was some shop's specialty item made or somethin'." There was no shortage of small TRADITIONAL STYLE POKEBALL manufacturers, after all.

For the people who preferred wood or berry covers to the efficient plastic of FERNANDO SILPH's productions.

The exceeding minority willing to pay premiums, at any rate. They were certainly not pokeballs the dregs of society totted about anymore.

Which made one wonder how Doug came upon one.

"So... I'm guessin' you've remembered a lot." He said after a moment, turning his gaze over to the entirety of Yuina's exhibit. "Is it... everything?"

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TL;DR:

LESSER MEGALOPOLIS: JY

Ft. Yuina Higashi

"Well, I've kinda been here. Once." He said, throwing a smile at his partner.

Not that she could see it.

"It was a... dream? Alternate universe? Something like that." He said, before waving his hand dismissively. "I'm not even sure if it was here, specifically. Just looked a lot like it."

And he was wearing Megalopolan Military Regalia, too. Best not to think too hard about it.

"So..." He pointed at her. "Has actually traveled through the city. Expert." Then at himself. "Thinks he might've dreamed about it. Possibly delusional."

What a reasonable way to dump a whole lot of responsibility on her. Ah well, the cute cadet would surely pull through! He had faith in her!

A flash. A shatter. And a shudder that rolled over the entire city as something within it came alive.

Doug's skin crawled.

"No complaints from me. Let's skedaddle." Turning to guard Yuina's back as she released her Salamence.

He rode behind her without complaint— locking his arms around her waist just to make sure he didn't fell.

"Phew. A salamence? Yer a full blown pro ranger now, huh?" He said, grinning.

Maybe if she showed off her Salamence to freya morningstar, the councilwoman would chill about her. Surely a girl this cute and trusted by a dragon couldn't possibly be trouble.

Surely.

As they reached the top of the skyscraper, Doug leapt off the Salamence— and unceremoniously ate shit, tripping on a brick as he landed in the dark.

"Son of a concrete who—, _{Damn IT}!" He cussed and grumbled while holding his ankle— before something snapped and clicked audibly in his bones. "There it goes."

Avatars just cheated at life, seriously.

Rising back to his feet, Doug squinted into the dark, before raising his hand, summoning glowing magenta scales to just barely illuminate the rooftop they found themselves in.

"There's a door over there." He said, gesturing. "Should we go in? Feels like we'll get blown right off the roof if we linger."

Wind speeds at Skyscraper altitudes were unsurprisingly intense.

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TL;DR:15-search for suitable locations to set up camp/base (e.g. an abandoned building).

One Last Hope

Ft. Aubre McKenna-Settentrione

It would've been amusing to her be a bundle of nerves and fears— if the context behind it hadn't been how desperate she was for a cure to her long time malady.

Hard to laugh at a woman fearing she might lose her only chance.

He scratched at his cheek.

"Mrs. Mckenna— actually, can I just call you Aubre?" He asked. "You may call me John— or Doug. Whichever you prefer."

He wasn't too anal about the whole Doctor part.

"Anyway, ya don't have to worry. Once we're in Petalburg General, ya can ask anyone ya want about my credentials." He said, hands moving to his hips.

It didn't seem like she knew who he was— which wasn't an impossibility, but it would've made things much easier for both of them if she had. Oh well— hopefully the fact that the hospital staff could vouch for him would be enough to dash her worries.

"Darn, and here I was hopin' we could get some exercise in on the way there." He said wryly, snickering. "Oh well— walkin' it is. Shall we?"

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TL;DR: Nice to meet you, Ms. McKenna.

daybreak

With freya morningstar

"Then you underestimate my dedication." He said over his shoulder, winking. "Though you ain't wrong... this time."

He loved his job— it was the only one he had chosen with full understanding of the implications, after all. He didn't regret helping Hideo Kino, but he did regret thinking he needed to join the military to do so.

But anyway—

"Even people like me can get real lucky, Freya." Doug said— nay, hummed, discarding formalities. "Life's troubles are a lot easier to carry with two pairs of hands."

Oh... Well that was rather telling.

With any luck, he wasn't joining the ranks of people banging coworkers.

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TL;DR:

The Spider and the Fly

With Yuina Higashi

"Yuina!"

His eyes flashed, and a blanket of magenta fell upon the canopy, bringing with it a weighty pressure.

With a flick of the wrist, his Flygon was out of its net ball and straight into the battle, its wings buzzing powerfully as the earth far beneath upended, sending one of the tree pillars that supported the colony's vast webbing tumbling down.

The earth raced up the falling bark before lashing out towards tera'd Spidops, crashing into it with the force of a surging river.

Doug didn't pay it much mind— he and his Volcarona had come closer to Yuina while his Flygon handled the leader of the pack. The Volcarona acted swiftly, its burning scales flying into the threads suspending Yuina in the air.

As the threads broke and her bundled up body fell, Doug jerked forward and caught onto it, his jaw tensing as sizzling poison thread bit into his skin, burning as he hoisted her atop his Volcarona.

His eyes narrowed at the venomous burns left in her skin, his hand fishing into his pocket and fetching a small, flat box. It popped open to reveal a scalpel— and it wasn't long before he was slashing it across the length of the thread, splitting it wide before tearing at it forcefully.

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TL;DR:
-Guirus used Earth Power.