SEA

Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

"That an ultimatum?" Doug said as he took a step back, offering a shakey smirk despite the sweat dripping down his cheek. "Cause I don't do ultimatums, Diamondhead."

Seemed like, with all that armor and apparent invulnerability, the hunter had forgotten one of the most relevant sayings in hunting:

A cornered fox is more dangerous than a jackal.

And, though unrelated to hunting:

Fortune favors the bold.

Unlike his opponent, Doug actually got to see, with no small measure of horror, as the Corviknight came crashing down unto the ship— which gave him time to not just brace— but prepare.

The crash came, and the entire ship tipped withou warning, the groaning of steel filling the air as the hunter turned his back onto its pray.

Doug leapt onto the man's broad back, attempting to clamp his arms around his throat into a chokehold just as his Accelgor came flying through the air, bouncing across cargo boxes before rolling to a stop onto the deck, its eyes rolling back into its skull before it lost consciousness.

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
40 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.
50 MP for getting my pokemon KO'd.

Supply

Cillian Quinn vs Doug

The youth grind to a halt as a Cryogonal was thrown into his path, gulping as corrosive acid dripped down onto the steel deck and sizzled. A good warning, if there ever was one.

"Without Rocket weighing you down." The young soldier finished the other man's sentence for him, throwing in his own counter narrative with a somewhat confident smile.

They both knew what Galar had been about. There had been attempts to bring about Rocket in Galar— and none of them had come from the King of Circhester.

The Golisopod released a chittering hiss as tendrils surged forth and wrapped around her limbs, locking her in place to suckle away at her life force. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, muscles tensing as they attempted at tearing away from the algae with raw strength alone...

Before giving up.

Suddenly, the air between them seemed to cool off to freezing levels— before an Ice beam blasted forth from the bug to the anchor at near point blank.

"Heh, Rocket must be doing pretty fine for itself, if a mistrustful guy like you feels like he can afford to waste time with a bunch of medics." He said with a smirk, hoping the sweat running down his back went unnoticed.

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Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

"This again? This is a post-Meteno world, lady." He said bluntly, looking as if he wanted to rub his temples. "After what y'all pulled, I don't believe you."

If she cared as much as she claimed, he was sure she had done enough introspection to ponder whether she should be a part of the same group that was willing to risk dropping a meteor on the entire region to maybe get a head start on the next big arms race.

The fact that she was there on the battlefield was doing her no favors from his POV.

"From here— It just looks like yer throwing meat into the grinder—" He said bluntly as his Dragonite spread out its wings wide. "'fOr ThE gLoRy Of TeAm RoCkEt'."

Whipping gales surged around them as the Dragonite flapped its wings at high speed, the air currents around them getting seized by its power.

The Orbeetles locked gazes as the haze covered their opponents, letting them blend into the clouds around them.

Suddenly, the world around them was entrapped by a large cube, it growing in size even as it dispersed into the air, leaving a magenta-like tint in the atmosphere.

Without warning, the other Orbeetle whirled in place with machine like precision and speed, eyes aglow as it unleashed a sudden pressure all around them, its force expanding outwards like a shockwave.

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TL;DR:
-chatter chatter!
-Dragonite used Hurricane.
-Garo used Trick Room.
-Omega used Expanding Force.

MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
30 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

Supply

With Hideo Kino.

"I'm going out—" He said as he looked over his shoulder, pausing as his eyes roved over every patient present before sighing.

Things were tough on the island, to no one's surprise.

Resources were constantly being used up, and when they weren't, they were stolen and/or destroyed by rocket instead.

He couldn't be everywhere at once, and it wasn't like he put patch up every single injury— not with the time, resources and number of patients he had to deal with.

He had somehow been around the island more than anyone else, yet had simultaneously seen basically none of it, with how much of his time he spent cooped up inside the healing bays.

"—Urgh. This is almost rougher than frontline work." He said, rubbing at the back of his neck as he exited the tarp, pausing where he stood yet again to look around once more.

The league's medic camps were like a roaming caravan in the battlefield, following the shifting front lines of the battle at as safe a distance as they could afford to, maintaining their secrecy through numerous cognition altering pokemon moves and secret base-style planning...

Smacking himself in the face with both hands, Doug shook off all the unnecessary thoughts before jogging off.

He had a supply runner to meet with. Given the secretive nature of HQs, they weren't quite so easy to find.

A few moments later, the youth was outside the base and on his way to (hopefully, if they didn't get ambushed and taken out) meet with their supplier.

He didn't expect to see Hideo Kino of all people, but at this point, he really shouldn't be surprised.

"All hands on deck, huh?" Doug said casually as he approached, the other youth still a considerable distance away. No reason to jolt his pokemon into action.

No way to know if Doug is really Doug when approaching, after all!

"How's that compulsory military service treatin' ya, champ in the making?"

Painkiller

His jaw locks as skin is revealed, and a tapestry of old cruelty is laid bare for him to glare into.

He can spot every injury that ever healed wrong in an instant— every scar created by malpractice, careless dismissal and apathy.

His blood pressure would surely make every artery in his body combust if it wasn't all held together by raw anger and the seemingly infinite wells of compassion he feels when faced with Eris' circumstances.

Enough with the flowery bullshit, though.

"General anesthesia." Doug ordered his Orbeetle, the pokemon's eyes glowing before the youth's case rose in the air, it's contents spilling out and swirling through the air as if in zero gravity.

For his part, Doug snatched some disposable gloves off the air, tugging them onto his hands as his palms glowed a dull magenta, before he ever so slowly let it pass over Eris' body.

In the meanwhile, several of the contents in the bag assembled together, an IV assembling itself at the Orbeetle's command.

The scales dancing along Doug's palm fell over Eris' form, not quite healing everything— but making the pain blend together other sensory sensations into a distant mishmash of cognition instead.

"I'm here, Eris." Doug said softly. "So... don't worry about anything... Just rest. I'll take care of you."

Leave

Gotta look my best to meet the Commissioner!

His stomach twisted on itself as the commissioner smiled, the slight wrinkles on the corner of her eyes each a bump for his stomach acid to do sick flips on.

For almost 7 years of those twenty years, he lived in Galar without sparing Hoenn a thought, the land that had once taken him in all but forgotten— a distant memory that seemed to only grow further away from him with each passing day.

"Understood, ma'am." He said, nodding slowly. "I'll bring you everything I've learned next time we meet."

In retrospective, he probably should've accounted for impromptu AQUA meetings.

His gaze dragged down to the letter in the woman's hand. Given where the conversation was leading, they were just about done.

Not for the first time, it occurred to him that this was the first time he was speaking directly with the commissioner without anyone else present. Normally, he took these chances to fraternize— even on stonefaced, iron-walled bastions of antisocial behavior like Fernando.

He liked making friends, and he worked better when the people working with him closest, the people who depended on him, were people he liked.

Dahlia Goode was different from most, though— she was his boss, everyone's really, as well as supremely busy in ways that couldn't be delegated in good(e) conscience.

How was one even supposed to start when trying to befriend The Commissioner?

His eyes inevitably went back to the wrinkles around the woman's eyes. The sight brought back an old, old memory from way back in 2020— or about 22 years ago.

Back when he first met FERNANDO SILPH— even back then, he thought the man seemed... thoroughly exhausted. A candle burnt on both ends for far too long.

"Putting me aside..." Doug finally said, fixing the commissioner with a smile. "You look a bit weary, Ms. Goode. How do you feel?"

Eh. Your doctor could be your friend.

Smog

With Yuina Higashi

A wave of psychic force surged the caverns like a flowing river, tinting the world a vibrant magenta as a weighty presence invaded its walls.

A shadow was cast from the entrance unto the cavern, framed by the flapping of a cape.

The sound of human footsteps echoed amongst the stalactites, the click of heeled boots preceding an unyielding command.

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"Wipe them out."

From the shadows of the caverns, the guardian of Akala seemed to materialize, otherworldly giggles bouncing about the enclosed space as she held out an arm towards the masses of paradox and malformed fusions—

And upturned the earth itself, the cavern's walls around them all unhinging and coming apart as the deity compressed a section of space unto itself, utilizing the hard bedrock itself in order crush all inside.

The figure at the entrance finally deigned it safe to enter the cavern himself, looking around wearily, eyes shifting through the nooks and cranies of the place with relative calm.

So long as Tapu Lele was handling things, John Douglas Sullivan felt safe enough to take his time.

"I can feel you over there." He called out sudddenly, a single hand sliding down to grip at his hip. "Come on out."

Now... Rocket or League?

Nyeh

What's up, Isaac Merlo.

It was a beautiful, sunny, beachy day at Dewford beach, Dewford town's foremost hangout location for family, youths, tourists and pokemon alike.

The smell of the sea that mixed with that of delicious food coming from food stalls... the colorful scenery created by a rainbow spectrum of parasols and towels strewn across the sandy beaches... the myriad of people and pokemon from all walks of life...

Truly, Dewford was one of the Hoenn region's most underrated gems.

"Wooooah! Mommy, look!" A young, innocent child said, pointing into the sea's beautiful, spotless horizon. "A biker!"

Naturally, the mother laughed, shoulders quaking as she pet her child's head, rubbing their silly, little, empty head.

"Oh, no, dear— bikes don't floa— Ah."

And on that beautiful morning, a singular blemish was reflected upon that polished gem's shining surface.

A single biker slowly rose over the sea's horizon.

Ever so slowly, the innocent child's mother's face slowly contorted into a most disgusted scowl.

"Fucking Bikers."

The small child jolted in terror as his mother's grip on his head tightened, slowly looking up at his mother.

"M-mom?"

Cardio had never looked more extravagantly ridiculous.

The magic bikerman, John 'Doug'las Sullivan came upon the shore all too quickly for anyone's liking, parking his bike-boat into the sandy shores of Dewford with absolute shamelessness, to the dumbstruck awe of the locals.

With an unnecessary flourish, the youth flicked at his bike's handle, the lid of a small cube dangling a the center flying off to reveal a glimmering, red button. With but a single press— the boating systems holding onto his bike came loose, fully unleashing the menace of a biker upon all of Dewford then and there, to the horror of all present.

Giving everyone present a two fingered salute, the biker sped off without warning, kicking up a large cloud of sand before suddenly launching off the beach and into the roads, speeding off into the distance.

A mother and child stared off at his retreating back.

"Can't just own the road— Gotta own the seas too...?"

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Outside of Isaac's room, voices were vaguely heard.

Stuff like "who are you", "what are you doing here", "you can't print a medical license on bond paper" and other meaningless little things filled the air before—

"Wassup?"

Secret

With Eris Halla & Isaac Merlo

Doug screamed at the top of his lungs as Isaac came flying out of nowhere, broke his shoulder on a dragon, and proceeded to woop about it, prompting the medic to hold his head in both hands, hissing as if he had broken his own shoulder.

"I don't even know why I bother with y'all!"

He was surrounded by imbeciles.

"'Gimme that!" Snapped the youth as he yoinked a medic's briefcase off another field medic cowering behind cover.

He didn't blame the guy— he was unfortunate enough to get caught midtransit from one healing bay to another— but he wasn't about to wait for him to gather his wits.

"Garo!" Snapped Doug at his Orbeetle, the Mega'd bug rising high in the air as its eyes glowed, before the world around them flipped on its head, gravity vanishing without warning and putting several folk high in the air and entirely out of their depths.

Probably not the guy who could fly, though.

"Where's Eris?" Snapped Doug as he popped near Isaac and proceeded to jam a syringe of scales onto the man's shoulder without an ounce of delicacy or bedside manners.

Probably intentional this time.

SEA

FERNANDO SILPH and Doug vs mint frost

He had several complaints about assignments like these, and they all started with some manner of 'I should be in the medic tents'.

"What are we looking for, sir?" He asked the councilman as he made landing upon yet another one of the league's boats, his gaze roving across the ocean's horizon before finally landing on Silph.

He hadn't been briefed on the assignment so much as been given a set of coordinates and a person to join up with.

At least it was Fernando. He didn't need to worry much about the man– he could handle himself, probably even more than Doug. They could finish this quickly and he could get back to the healing bay.

SEA

Zev Harcourt Vs Doug

Doug stared at the remains of his pistol with an ever so agape jaw, the weightless barrel clinging onto a barely hunged pommel for dear life— before it, too, dropped, leaving him holding just about nothing.

"What the hell?" he asked bluntly, looking between his former favorite gun and the hard headed— "What the Hell?!"

There was no human skin glaring back at him from underneath the ruined mask— just a mass of familiar, crystalline black. And a single orb of chilling blue.

For a brief moment, he was stunned, the familiarity that came from the dark crystals not going unnoticed even one bit.

"Wha— What..." He couldn't help but say, mouth once again agape, before his teeth clamped together. "What the hell is WRONG with you peo—?!"

His angry shouts were cut short by the racking of claws across his chest, his step back just a moment too late to let him go unscathed, his top and the armor beneath getting cleaved through with worrying ease.

There was a dull, familiar pain burning across his chest as he stumbled back from the other avatar, a single hand held against his breast.

Without another word, the youth chucked the empty barrel at the other man's face, before darting in between cargo contai—

SLAM.

No, wait, they had slammed together shut, effectively cutting off his attempt at escape(?).

"WHAT THE HELL!" He snapped, turning back to face the other man, slowly dragging the back of his palm over his suddenly wet forehead. "Freakin'... The skelleton, really?!"

Of all the stupid shit Team Rocket could be doing——!!!

A tiny shadow moved swiftly from the small gaps left between the unevently smashed cargo as the massive Corviknight swept through, moving with enviable agility as it darted from cargo to railings to crane, the massive hook of the crane swinging before something launched off it.

The Accelgor making an attempt to land onto the Corviknight's back—

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MP
50 MP for participation in a RT Battle/Mission.
30 MP per IC post in a RT Battle/Mission.

SEA

Doug & Kouji Matsubara

"That makes you sound unhinged. Rocket is heaven but peace is hell?" The medic pointed out wryly, hands on his hips as he leaned forward. "I'm (technically) qualified to be a Pediatric Psychologist. I could help out, you know?"

Not that he was expecting the (formerly) young man to accept the help willfully. If he were ever processed by a judge though... maybe they could get him some mandatory sessions?

Hoh. There was an idea! With that in mind...

He clapped his gloved hands, letting one slid down to give a firm tug to one of his gloves before leaning forward once again, squinting his eyes at Kouji, holding a palm level with his brow.

"What am I puttin' up my dukes for if yer pussying out way over there?" He said dryly. "Guess we ain't running the ones today."

Well, that was fine. A regular pokemon battle was more his style anyway.

"Kira." He intoned. A large frame leapt off from the nearby ship's deck, landing heavily onto the sand.

Rising to her full height, the Golisopod popped its neck audibly, its gaze falling unto Kouji.

"Eyes on the water. Something's coming– so!" He swept his arm over before himself. "Freeze the shore!"

The Golisopod did not pause to consider the order, eyes gleaming as she held both arms level with her waist, before suddenly swinging them forth.

Twin archs of frozen energy swung forth and crashed into the water, making waves rise and crash moments before freezing in place, creating thick layers of rock-hard ice over the shore.

Supply

Cillian Quinn vs Doug

"Damn it, it really is you." He said through a grimace. "So you're the kind of boss that doesn't trust his juniors, huh?"

Just his luck.

Slapping aside beads of sea water as they floated into his path, the youth's voice rang through deck as his Golisopod landed atop a railing, claws curling around the bar as the storm of shadows began to surge.

"All personnel, grab onto something and don't let go!" His grip onto the steel bar tightened as the wind began to whip up at the anchor's command, his jacket flapping wildly behind him. "Rough waves ahead!"

To put it extremely mildly.

He wasn't entirely certain if Tapu Lele would feel like fighting on such short notice— he had best be ready to deal with it if not.

"You know what to do." He muttered to his Orbeetle, the keeper of gravity— before slapping his Golisopod in the back. "And you do as well! Drop the anchor, Kira!"

The chitin plates upon his Golisopod's back glowed with the neon pink imprint of his palm as the samurai launched into battle.

With shadows pooling around her arms, growing her claws to awe inspiring size even as her body was battered by the storm, her tough frame toughed out the damage as she leapt from railing to water surface to water drop, seemingly adept at moving in the zero-G environment, closing in on the large Shadow pokemon before attempting to take a precise cross swipe across the algae covering the metallic surface.

For his part... Doug considered the rocket Underboss carefully.

He was... much taller than Doug; bigger in general, really. Definitely had more training under his belt than the younger soldier...

'Eh. Business as usual.' When was he ever the better fighter anyway?

Swinging himself over the railing, his feet touched onto the metal bar before he leapt off from it, cross a large gap of air to land relatively near the blonde man.

"Just for the record— I liked you better back in Galar, your majesty."

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