Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

"Nnnot too sure 'bout what might be inside. Best not to mess with it underwater." He said, though he didn't need to— his partner seemed to have gained a lil' bit of his distaste for the deep dark depths after the skirmish with the shark.

"Took the words right outta m'mouth." He snickered as he swam up to grab unto the swampert's other arm, ready to get out of there. "But hey, if this ain't it— we can always take a second splash."

But hopefully not.

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TREASURE ROOM

WOPS, ft. ollie morales

He was going to pretend he didn't hear that...

As the other man dove deeper into the ocean's depths, the Orbeetle's eyes began to blink in a pattern, its gaze turning back to Doug.

The youth frowned, turning his attention to the Head Ranger's Drednaw.

"Oi, Lobby! There's Sharpedo approaching the perimeter, to your left." He said, pointing in the things general direction. "Closer to the ocean floor. Could you go scare it away 'fore it gets close to the Head Ranger?"

He turned his attention back to Ollie as the man reported in a find, humming.

"Can you bring it back on yer own? Do ya need help lifting it to the surface?"

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PROMPT
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Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

Ah shit, violence.

"On it." He says, kicking his feet towards the many cabinets with narrowed eyes, briefly taking a moment to flash his floodlights at the Sharpedo's eyes before turning it back to his goal.

Oh brother.

At least the useless stuff was easy to identify.

He tore open cabinets, knowing at a glance that they weren't what he was looking for, their contents spiled by salt water before he even checked inside them.

Behind him, there was the chaos of battle, but he didn't appear panicked or worried, though he was hurried.

Hn...?! Bingo!

He yoinked out of one of the cabinets what looked to be an airtight lockbox, holding it under his arm as he turned back to his partner.

"I got something! Let's skedaddle!"

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Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

With his Orbeetle looking out for them and a powerful swampert nearby, John moved forth with purpose, following after Airi into the building.

As he raised the floodlights forward, framing the shadows of mossy furniture and lost equipment across walls, he shrugged his shoulders at Airi's words.

'S'long as it looks valuable, we should be able to go back with our heads held high.' He thought, turning back to look her way. "Try 'n find stuff like hard drives or the like; maybe air tight cabinets?"

If it looked like it might have research information stored within it, it was worth taking back to the ship.

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Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

He had waved off her apologies; there really wasn't much to apologize for, after all.

As they hoped into the water, he adjusted his breather whilst holding onto the swampert, reaching at his side for a powerful floodlight.

It flashed to life without a sound, illuminating broad swaths of the space around them as they began their serch for underwater items, as well as an entrance into the research facility's lower levels.

His partner finds it first, his flashlight moving in the direction of the entrance as she signals for him.

'Nice find!' Echoes through her mind, the connection established by Garo serving as a comm of sorts. 'Garo hasn't detected anything inside yet, but best be careful. Lead the way, Bean.'

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TL;DR:
25. Perform thorough searches of the area to locate missing individuals or threats.

Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

"Oh, I ain't lacking faith." He said, laughing. "I'm lacking training."

His partner seemed to have taken his bitching and whining as a show of reluctance... That was very kind of her. Most would've just told him to suck it up.

"Nice to meet'cha, Airi. Ya can call me John, then." He said, winking as he brushed off her gentle hand. "Don't worry 'bout lil ol' me, I ain't nervous. Juuust mostly unwilling."

He nodded, at her words nonetheless, releasing an Orbeetle out of its netball. The beetle hovered nearby, its eyes glowing as it mind-linked them through its telepathy.

"This is Garo— he can't come into the water, but he can see 'bout 6 miles into it." He said, gesturing to his pokemon. "He'll let us know if trouble gets near. As for me... yeah, I think I'll stick to Bean. I'll learn the ropes on the job."

He didn't dive so much as cannon ball into the water, splashing into the ocean before kicking his feet after the duo.

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TL;DR:
14. Ensure the area is safe from remaining threats.

TREASURE ROOM

WOPS, ft. ollie morales

He reached over and pawed at the device, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"I dunno what AQUA told ya, but x-ray vision ain't one of my powers." He teased lazily, grinning over at his Orbeetle. "But what do ya think, Garo?"

Its eyes gleamed at a certain rhythm.

"Looks like ya ain't there yet. Go low enough to touch the bottom, then move north-east from there. If ya find anything in yer way, let me know." He said. "We'll move it from here."

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PROMPT
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Depths

WOPS, ft. AIRI WATANABE

OPERATION #1 - DEEP SALVAGE
AIRI WATANABE & John Sullivan have been tasked with exploring the submerged areas of Sea Mauville to salvage valuable resources and artifacts.

"I keep telling them I ain't no good at these things." He sighed as he finished tying up his hair, staring at the diving equipment before him.

He had no proper training for these sorts of things, but that wouldn't stop him from examining his equipment. Maybe his untrained eye would be able to find some damage in it that would let him skip out on getting wet.

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No luck there.

Everything looked up to standard. Just about enough high quality supplies for who knows how many trips into the depths.

"Phooey." He sighed, before turning around to look at his companion.

A ranger he didn't know— unsurprising. The rangers were their largest corps at these point.

"Ms. Watanabe, yeah?" He asks. "Ya ever indulged in some scuba diving before?"

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TL;DR:
12. Ensure sufficient supplies are available for the operation.

TREASURE ROOM

WOPS, ft. ollie morales

He looked unamused, lips pursing.

"Ha. Ha. Just for that, you can call me colonel." He harrumphed with a sniff, turning back to the edge of the water before hopping inside with a splash.

"How's it lookin', Garo?" He asked the Orbeetle as he rose over the surface, its eyes glowing briefly as it turned them to him.

He nodded with a hum.

"No threats detected. Let's hope it stays that way." He said, turning back to Ollie.

"Most hard drives will probably be busted after taking a dip in these pools; sure hope this is worth it." He could've been in a hospital, doing stuff he was actually qualified for, instead of this deep sea scuba diving stunt.

"Well, I assume you ain't 'fraid of water, so... lead the way, Head Ranger."

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PROMPT
25. Perform thorough searches of the area to locate missing individuals or threats.

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Thank you! <3

BATTLE OF PETALBURG

The Thick, cartoonish clouds of the faux-Misty terrain had blanketed the area. So far, those at the epicenter had not been affected much.

Save for howard slayte

What he saw was special.

It would've been familiar to those present at the HsT coronation— but not to him.

Though there was mist, it was not Tapu Lele's crude interpretation— the mist within had a... dreamy quality to it. Almost as if he had been briefly pulled into a space outside of regular space.

A dream world, where one's hopes became real—

The curtain parted violently as a pixie surged through, backhanding Howard Slayte right across the face, just over the hole on its right side, several feet away with enough force to rag doll.

A hot, neon pink glowed, crackled and sparked over the man's cheek, slithering like an open current of lightning beneath his eye patch.

Due to failing to deliver on the feast, HOWARD SLAYTE and his KEYSTONE have been CURSED by TAPU LELE.

The mist briefly cleared, revealing the scene. Tapu Lele stared down at the Admin, eyes glowing with a future promise before dream mist began to pool around her once more.

It surrounded her, and her avatar in distance, seemingly dragging the youth into the soil as they both disappeared into the mist.

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TL;DR:
-This whole thing was discussed with Magnetic.
-Tapu Lele has cursed howard slayte.
-If allowed by Shiv, Tapu Lele has taken her toys (read: Doug) and left the playground pissed.

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BATTLE OF PETALBURG

Eris Halla' Mesprit would suddenly receive a telepathic touch.

Not words, but a feeling.

Something akin to...

'lol, watch this.'

While drama occurred, Tapu Lele popped up behind her avatar, tapping his head.

POP

There was a loud pop as Tapu Lele seemingly pulled the glow out of her avatar as if it were a blanket, the young man fully revealed as his eyes rolled back into his skull, and he collapsed forward unto his knees with a gasp.

Held in Tapu Lele's palm was a glowing, brimming orb, the deity staring at it with a 'hmm' before casually reaching in and pulling out a dark, shifting looking haze from it, looking a little disgusted with it before waving it off as one would a pungent odor.

The orb glowed ever so brightly without the contaminants, drawing a delighted coo from her.

Glancing over at her sister, then at FERNANDO SILPH, she winked playfully.

Then her shell suddenly snapped shut, the both her and the orb disappearing within.

The overflowing misery that had empowered a rampaging, clueless avatar was now in his matron's possession.

The Psychic terrain around them began to grow, reaching as far as the energy would allow as the z-crystal embedded within the doctor's dog-tags began to glow.

Tapu lele's shell trembled erratically in place, jolting and bulging cartoonishly as if bursting at the seams with power, the many tattoos and marking etched on her own shell beginning to gleam a bright white.

Z-move

Nature's Mockery

allows tapu lele to copy and immediately use another pokemon's attack or terrain to comical effect.

And suddenly— The terrain changed. Before, the terrain was weird. Now, it was... misty.

Very, very misty. So thickly misty, it was almost like a children's book rendition of what mist would be. Thick, bulbous, shapely clouds began to appear all over the terrain, blocking large blotches of sight.

Tapu Fini would recognize this as her sister's childish imitations, much like a child playing pretend with their parent's job.

But were the thick clouds as harmless as they looked?

Those rockets who found themselves within them may suddenly feel the urge... to play a little prank on their nearby comrades.

Just a tiny, little, playful...

Shank in the ribs.

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LOCATION: L-2
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TL;DR:
-Tapu Lele yoinks the energy kindly accumulated by her avatar to try something out.
-Tells bestie Mesprit to hold her bear. Eris Halla
-LOOK AT ME SIS I'M YOU Elisabeth Fiorelli
-Z-move, nature's mockery, allows her to imitate a terrain or move from a nearby enemy or ally. In this case, she's imitating her sister's misty terrain.
-If possible, I'd like to make nearby rockets (or at least, weak willed npc rockets) start "berserking" and turn on each other, "must protect Tapu Lele", but like, while laughing their asses off too.

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"Just a moment." He muttered as he fetched a netball of his own, raising it over his head as he released an Orbeetle out into the limited, un-submerged air space above them. "Link us up, Garo."

There was an odd sensation as the Orbeetle reached telepathically to all those present, readying itself to serve as a control tower of sorts.

"Keep us alerted, Garo." He said, nodding at the Orbeetle, who's eyes flashed blue in response.

Between all three pokemon, nothing came in, nothing came out, and hopefully nothing hidden got the jump on them either.

Turning his gaze back to Ollie, Doug shook his head.

"No; hopefully Garo will. I ain't all that great at these water stuff." Last time he had been near Sea Mauville, he and Stormy Silph had almost died.

Good times.

"So, we lookin' for a terminal? Hard drive?" Beat. "Floppy disk?"

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PROMPT
14. Ensure the area is safe from remaining threats.

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