Sky

Lulu Flint vs Doug

He paused, before staring at the rocket flatly.

"... Come on. You can do better than that." He said, before yelping as blades of wind were sent their way, his Dragonite spreading out its wings wide to send its body hurtling backwards and into a moonsault. "That wasn't even cleveeer!"

For their part, his Orbeetles fell into sync, father and daughter coordinating telepathically to retaliate as one. Omega's eyes glowed brightly as a barrier appeared before her, before she suddenly switched places with Garo.

Popping into the Golbat's line of sight, the bat would find its gaze reflected back upon a mirror surface, trapping into the battle.

Back to Dragonite and its rider, the dragon spun adeptly as it tried to keep pace with the Noivern.

"Are you even keeping track of all these bats? You realize just how dangerous it is to just leave your pokemon alone on a battlefield, don't you?" He shouted over the cacophony of rushing winds, trying to talk down one of the few rockets seemingly willing to speak, however briefly.

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

Amiga!

Meeting Yuina Higashi for the first time.

"You're adorably naive, you know?" He said dryly(in more ways than one), trigger finger itching. He could have taken another freebie... but he had bullied her enough for one evening.

So he pointed the gun away from her instead, letting an eye slip closed as he grinned.

"Fine by me. If you win, I'll pay for your dinner too." He said confidently.

Come now, he was a soldier. He couldn't possibly lose at a shooting game, water guns or not! Just had to... ignore what happened with luka chêne; he had been having an off day, clearly.

There was no way he would regret this.

"But when I win—" He said, before winking her way. "You'll have to hang out with me again some other time. Those terms fine?"

INTERVIEW

Oh boy, a date with FERNANDO SILPH!

He stared at the other man blankly, mouth slightly open as he processed.

"My what?" He said eloquently, blinking at Fernando owlishly.

L o a d i n g . . .

"Oh!" He said, bopping the side of his head. "Oooh! Right! That's what this meeting was about! I didn't really question it when I saw it on my calendar."

He hadn't seen Fernando in over 20 years— any chance to catch up was a good one, whatever the reason for their meeting might be.

"Hmm... No. I know what I want to do now— nothing can ever make me feel as lost and purposeless as I felt back then." He said confidently... before his face blanked, tongue sticking out.

"I'm not really interested in being Top Champion anymore, though? I'm a doctor now." He said, crossing his arms over his chest with furrowed brows, humming thoughtfully.

"I challenged Katherine Fairburne when I did because I heard she was retiring... I wanted to face the elite 4 at its strongest."

He leveled a hand with his face, waving it.

"Uh, not to disparage Greyson Connors or anything; I didn't know he was her successor at the time. Anyway!"

He pursed his lips, raising a brow.

"Do I need to have some lofty goal or reason to challenge the Elite 4 now? 'Cause, uh. I don't." He said bluntly.

"I'm just here to prove I'm the best."

Like no one ever was. The Kanto-Grindset lived on.

Secret

With Eris Halla & Isaac Merlo

He picked up quick— the sound of explosions and action blaring behind his voice the entire time.

"Colonel Sullivan here! Name, status—skrch! BANG!—ort and coord—BOOM!—es!" He demanded, before— "Uh, a sec."

Another explosion, this time a little too nearby for comfort, came blaring through the line, blowing out the phone's small speakers.

He was probably fine.

"... I'm back. Now get on with it! Where am I going?!" His voice came blaring from the other side of the line. "Damn it— Omega, use Expanding Force!"

More explosions suddenly rocked the speakers.

Definitely fine.

SEA

Doug & Kouji Matsubara

"Why, though? You missed out." He said bluntly, smile slipping away. "A lot of y'all were happy for maybe the first time in your lives."

He couldn't imagine spending 20 years pretending to still be a rocket while the rest of the world around him moved on.

But then, that dream had eventually come crashing to an end, and they were all back to their old chains now, weren't they?

Still, he scoffed at the other's suggestion, patting Blissey patch emblazoned on his shoulder, the words 'Medic Corps' written under it.

"I've a duty to the injured." He said firmly, meeting the other's gaze as he unclipped a net ball from his shoulder holster.

"I didn't come looking for a fight— but I ain't backing down if anyone gets between me and my patients."

SEA

Zev Harcourt & Doug

Caught in the air, the Accelgor was forced to think on its feet.

Its arms snapped into a cross in front of itself, its body gaining a gleaming white sheen as it tookdrill peck the directly. As it did however, its body, previously light and mostly hollow, immediately became heavier and more solid , before tthe devastating blow launched it back into the ship below.

Bouncing across the cargo containers before managing to right itself, it dragged to a halt across their corrugated surface, before releasing a groan as it fell to one (unseen) knee, before shaking its head.

It was still alive... Guard Split successful.

Its eyes wandered swiftly, rapidly shifting between all the containers around them. There were innumerable cargo containers around them, making for numerous intersecting hallways—!

Bringing its hands together in a shinobi's sign, the bug seemed to become hazy as it leapt into the cover of shadows casted by the crane.

As for Doug—

He pulled the trigger the moment the other man so much as twitched, a bang ringing across the deck.

It accomplished nothing, mind you.

Well, that explains the crazy bit. A wry thought went across his mind as the larger man(?) barreled charged towards him.

Honestly, it was his fault for even trying to end things peacefully.

Maybe he was fighting bryan delarosa and the man had just spontaneously grown several inches taller. Weirder shit had happened in Hoenn. Then again, no blood—

The young officer did not seem able to run in time, choosing to instead switch his hold on the gun deftly as the other man rapidly approached, turning it into a hammer in an instant and taking a warding pistol whip at the other's face.

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

Supply

Cillian Quinn vs Doug

Omega had very bad, no good, terrible news for Doug about the person trying to sink their ship into the ocean's depths.

It was highly probable that they were dealing with a... not quite normal human.

"Oh, come on." He said, staring down into the growing whirlpool beneath them with a feeling of dread in his guts.

This wasn't rash and direct enough to be the reckless Xerneas avatar, nor nearly as theatric and flamboyant as Elisabeth Fiorelli had presented herself in Galar. It wasn't the masked, unknown avatar from earlier either...

And it couldn't be declan walsh. So...

"Goddamn it!" He shouted into the whirpool, banging his fist on the railing in frustration as he realized he was dealing with the one and only King of Circhester, Rocket Underboss and —perhaps most relevant— avatar of the deformed Lugia.

The criminal formerly known as Gavin Merlino— Cillian Quinn.

"Isn't this below your paygrade?" He groaned at the man who was probably not even listening, for once lamenting the fact that leadership in Hoenn was so hands-on. "Learn to delegate, damn it!"

There wasn't much time to lament this. Now that he knew what he was dealing with— it was best to take things seriously. The rocket just wanted to sink their ship while Doug had to worry about keeping everyone inside alive. He needed to draw him out and give him a reason to leave.

"Omega!" He shouted as his chest alighted, a keystone shining bright from underneath his top. "Mega evolve!"

The Orbeetle's eyes shone as its body was enveloped in the infinity energy of mega evolution, a dark egg forming around it and swiftly growing in size before shattering.

The now ufo like Beetle's entire body crackled as it spread out its limbs.

G-Max

GRAVITAS

As a psychic sphere suddenly spread outwards to envelop the ship and a large chunk of the surrounding sea water, gravity seemed to come under the beetle's control— and everything lifted.

Rising in the air like a christmas water globe, Doug threw a leg atop the railing and glared down into the water, palming another net ball before releasing his Golisopod into the air.

"Force 'em out!" He ordered Kira the Golisopod, the nimble samurai flipping through the air as she fell towards the center of the whirpool, one arm held at her hip before she suddenly swung.

The water beneath split in half as if it were solid as her First Impression cut through with blinding speed.

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Sweet Lady Lioness

From one Silph to the next— hello, Delilah Silph!

"Me too." He said, digits tapping at the scar beneath his eye as he leaned his head onto his palm.

She knew about as much as one would expect from a civilian— and a lot less than he would've from someone in FERNANDO SILPH's inner circle— if one assumed she was being forthcoming.

Perhaps they weren't as close as their shared last name would have one think? Well, that was none of his business.

He smiled, humming; if Delilah was not part of Fernando's inner circle, what made her interested in the details? Simple curiosity? Or personal agenda?

"Naturally." He said simply, flicking at the straw of his drink. "The league's best and brightest were all present— for better or worse."

He was sure there were people out there who would applaud politicians that actually put their money in their mouth and stepped into the front lines.

He wasn't one of them, though. Too many risks for an arguably marginal increase in effectivity.

"I take it your brothers have not been very forthcoming about what happened in there?" He said directly, despite his eyes being on his drink.

He didn't care if he was being used one way or another— even in the unlikely chance Delilah was a rocket agent, the group already knew exactly what had happened in the memory Galar.

The information was hardly military-grade confidential.

He never shied from making new friends— and who knew? If he let himself be played just right, he might just make more than a new friend— or at least get a Silph to owe him a favor. Not too bad in any case.

H E Double Hockey Sticks

With the one and only Shred

"And you ain't no ghost lady!" The youth said, making no effort to hide his disappointment, before snapping back up to his feet at the other man's words.

"Oh, I resent that remark! I'm at least an interesting looking fella, you—" He scoffed at the tall, blonde, long haired, sunglasses wearing... Uh. Musician? Punk? Hobo?

Okay, so maybe he wasn't the most interesting looking guy in the room at right that moment.

He stared at the other man blankly.

"... Uh, Kurt Cobain lookin' fella?" He finished lamely, scratching at the back of his head for a moment before remembering the rest of the other man's words.

"I dunno." He said, cupping his chin thoughtfully before casually returning his panting Fearow back to its pokeball. "I stepped into one of those rifts, but this ain't the place it was supposed to land me on."

He hadn't known RNG was involved in this nonsense.

"I'm John, by the way." He said, turning back to the other man just in time to realize he was not doing himself any favors on the interesting front. "Uh. Who are you?"nV5f6j5Y

EMSD, the real OGs

maverick noah ryder, Elaine Highland, Sigurd Holst

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"Oup! You okay, man?" Doug asked maverick noah ryder, eyes growing wide as the man lurched.

It was quite the horrific sight— and smell— he realized. Past experiences had merely made him... relatively jaded to the sights.

"... Right!" Chuckled the youth, scratching at the back of his head as Elaine Highland was lifted in the air by her Flygon.

Leave it to their detective to quickly deduce the sensible way out. Doug had gotten a little too into their tomb raiding anthics and forgotten the convenience that pokemon afforded them.

One net ball later, and his Orbeetle came out once more, eyes glowing blue as it lifted him (and maverick noah ryder, should he need the help) in the air and moved them across the deadly gap.

On the other side awaited the long, dusty, dilapidated hallway.

Rows of long, tall boxes adorned the walls, reaching towards the very end of the hall.

Upon closer examination though... those boxes were sarcophaguses.

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PROMPT
Encounter mummified/well-preserved bodies of megalopolans who possess notes that suggest only ultra beasts lived here.

Painkiller

Everything was wrong. From Eris' state to Reiner's despondence, what relief he had felt upon leaving the AQUA meeting had turned to dread.

For a brief moment, he felt as a child again. Frozen in place, powerless to help those around him as destruction was wrought.

But he hadn't trained for 20 years just to break down when those he loved needed him the most.

"Don't worry, Reiner. I got this." He intones softly, his arms cradling the girl. "Eris... It's going to be fine. I'm here."

Eris didn't like to be lifted without warning, to be touched really, but this was an emergency that went beyond that.

"I'm sorry." He rose with the girl in arms, striding across the apartment swiftly, carrying her towards her bedroom.

As they entered, he laid her on the mattress; they would have to buy new sheets.

His pokeball was thrown, and from it emerged Garo. His long time Orbeetle companion— and a pokemon that had spent 20 years learning and practicing medicine alongside him.

"We're checking for injuries, Eris." He informed her. "It'll be a breach in privacy... I'm sorry."

But it was happening all the same.

The Orbeetle's eyes shone as its radar like senses were focused on Eris alone, slowly moving through her form like a full body scan.

night life fever

Switch, ON! It's NIIIIGHT Time, Kazimir Wynter!

He blinked, surprised at Kazimir's apparent interest in him. Or perhaps it was the seemingly radical change in his goals that gave him pause?

Either way, he didn't mind being given the opportunity to monologue.

"Well, I did spend about 20 years being the only doctor in Ballonleah." He said, before chuckling. "With that background info, it ain't too shocking anymore, is it?"

The second question, though... he could only scoff.

"I'll have you know I am perfectly hinged, thank you very much!" He told the other man, sticking his tongue at him. "... Either way; The commissioner knows about it, so don't worry."

He threw the rest of his equipment onto his case before approaching the unconscious rockets, tilting a brow at Kazimir.

"I am Tapu Lele's avatar; she ain't on loan from the league." He said simply. "The only one who can protest how I use these Scales is her."

He winked at the man.

"Nobody's more qualified than me when it comes to these anyway." He boldly claimed, making a number of scales float out of his palm, letting them hover around his arm. "20 years of study and practice, remember?"

STUDY

Field studies with Eva Morales

"Shit!" Doug let out as the Pawniard was sent flying, watching it bounce across the grass like a ball. His hand raised, pointing a digit towards it before shooting healing scales towards the little soldier.

Though the monster had slowed down after the blow, pain was clearly not in the equation— it moved quickly despite the violently oozing wound on its neck, its internal fluids spilling over the grass as it rushed towards them with frightening swiftness.

A barrier quickly erected between the two trainers and the creature, its body slamming into it with a booming clap, cracks spreading across its surface as if it were a car's windshield.

His Escavalier reeled back before digging his spears into the ground, sweat dripping underneath its steel armor as it held strong.

Cracks continued to spread all the same, the Quick Guard slowly giving away underneath the zombified pokemon's might.

Doug fished through his pockets pulling a net ball—

"No time to play by the rules— let's crush it with numbers!" The thing felt no pain, had no self-preservation, and had been clearly empowered by its current state.

Best to just throw a lot of power and nuke it off the face of the earth.