RESCUE

Elinor Anderson, Laurence Anderson, Callan Young

The commotion began, drawing attention and manpower from west to east. He counted the seconds as the red dots moved through the mental map.

Finally, enough had gathered.

"Garo." Doug said as he let a netball drop, a Shedinja appearing behind him and immediately generating a spectral gate around him. "Mega Evolve."

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The phantom force dropped him several paces across from Callan, his Orbeetle rising in the air as the several with its eyes aglow.

On one end, an Elite 4, on the other, an avatar.

No matter where the Rockets went, nothing but a bad time awaited.

Not that they had even that false choice afforded to them.

G-Max

Gravitas

Gravity suddenly seized them all up without warning, raising them and their pokemon in the air, stunning them all as they found themselves with little to no control, lunches beginning to rise back up.

"Our schedule's tight. Please understand." He said simply to the men and pokemon floating above, tipping the hat to them.

EXPEDITION TEAM EMSD

THE OGS ARE BACK BABY!

CHARACTERS: Elaine Highland, maverick noah ryder, Sigurd Holst, John Sullivan
EXPEDITION #: third time, everyone!
SELECTED PROMPT #s: 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
TREASURES BROUGHT: 2x Direshrooms, 1x Mudball, 1x King's leaf
NOTES: Mega evolution, Z-moves and terastalization accounted for!

RESCUE

Elinor Anderson, Laurence Anderson, Callan Young

"It's done." Came through to Callan Young's comms a moment later.

At the backend of the ship, Doug cuffed the unconscious rocket's hands behind their back, his Accelgor melting into the shadows behind him.

"Well done." He muttered, plucking the rocket's hat off their head. "On my mark."

Moving to stand near the glass windows, the youth put the rocket hat atop his head before releasing an Orbeetle, the psychic bug expanding its senses as it hid behind him, its eyes aglow.

He observed the rockets below silently. A foreign presence reached out to his mind a few moments later— Callan and Laurence Anderson would feel much the same, an unknown entity's psychic call.

A foreign thought; a sudden, seemingly photographic memory. They would find the ship's schematics perfectly replicated at the back of their minds, dots moving about it— the rockets.

Nodding at his Orbeetle, Doug raised a hand to his ear.

"Let's go."

Everyone's doing it

ft. Shalin Nariya

"Sure do." He said, tone vague.

He nodded along to her words, bringing his hands behind his head at her question.

"I guess we could ask. Maybe they'll lend us the equipment?" He said, offering a grin and a shrug.

Class had been canceled last minute, so everything they needed should've still been inside the studio.

"Want me to go talk to the receptionist?" He offered, before winking jokingly. "I can turn on the charm when needed."

Role Reversal

Practicing with Shalin Nariya

Having learned the art of not getting knocked on his ass, now it was his turn to do the ass knocking.

In the most wholesome way possible.

"Gotcha, I'll keep Lani here awake in the meanwhile." Doug said, swinging himself atop his horse and patting her side. "Can't get sleepy if you get your blood pumping, can ya? Let's go for a couple laps!"

There wasn't as much theory to go with attacking as there was defending. Well, there was, but Doug knew for a fact he wouldn't remember any of it unless he practiced a lot more than a single day. Better to just get a feel for it.

He tested the weight of the sword as Rapidash's hooves echoed within the gathering hall, making a few practice swings with the sword. It wasn't quite jousting, but Doug wouldn't be carrying a couched lance into battle any time soon, and he doubted anyone else would. A sword would have to do for now!

After a couple of laps and a much more alert Lani, Doug moved back towards Shalin, resting the sword atop his shoulder as he grinned down at her.

"Well? Ready to taste dirt, Missy?" He said teasingly.

Tapu Playdate

Mission: Vs Tapu Koko, ft. Eris Halla

It didn't matter what anyone said— wherever Koko went, he was the life of the party.

So inspiring his moves were, Tapu Lele eventually joined in on the merriness and move busting, pulling Mesprit along into their musicless dance party with excited glee.

"... I guess they all just dance when they meet?" Doug said, just as confused as Eris. "She did this too when she met Cerebi."

Decompression

Hideo Kino & Eris Halla

"... Wait, what?" Was all Doug could say as Eris began breaking down, alarm quickly taking over as he dropped to a knee in front of the girl.

Someone had tried to kill her? Some might say that happened every other week, but Doug had never seen Eris break down like this. Was it the person responsible for her scar?

He almost grabbed her shoulders— almost. But he wasn't an Eris n00b.

"Who?" Doug asked. "What happened, Eris? I don't know what anyone's talking about!"

RESCUE

The Elinor Anderson project.
Directed by Laurence Anderson, Produced by Callan Young,
Ft. DJ Thomas Benoit and John Sullivan

"She's coming." Doug said at Lars' query, staring at the map before them with a pensive look.

Lele didn't usually do as he wanted, which had him mildly worried about her priorities.

But it didn't matter.

As long as she didn't get in the way— they didn't need a legendary's strength to get the job done.

"How's 'bout Mr. Young and I go?" Doug said, turning to the Head Ranger. "I think Ms. Elinor would 'ppreciate seein' ya in these circumstances."

He turned his gaze over to Callan next.

"Do we know what sort of prisoners are kept here?" He asked. "Any reason we shouldn't free anyone we come across?"

Next, his gaze dragged back to the map, digits fleeting over the two red spots on each end of the upper layer.

"These two are completely isolated from others." In their elevated positions, they were primed to catch sight of any intruder on deck level. "If we can take'em out silently, we could probably deal with the rest without any of 'em even having time to get their pokeballs."

Then they could raise their own racket without worrying about getting too outnumbered.

Doug considered himself fairly capable in a fight, even when out numbered— he liked to think his bouts during the meteor fall were proof enough— but it wasn't his life alone at stake here.

Better to be too careful than too reckless.

PURCHASING

welcome to the poké mart!

3X Salac Berries (50 PD)

HARVESTING

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

3X grepa berries for Gwyar Wledig (+30 PD)

TOTAL

do come again!

150 PD

BALLS ON LEAH

Rusted Shield

The onslaught of sludge came to an end. He collapsed against the barricade they had all been pushing, returning his Orbeetle to its pokeball with a relieved sigh.

Swiping at his dripping chin, he panted whilst looking around at the exhausted people around him.

"... That happen often?" He asked a man sitting besides him, gulping at the response.

He had wondered how they would create legends before— naive, in retrospective. Surrounded by the victimized folk of Galar, in such horrific circumstances, the only way for them to fail was to do nothing.

"... Everyone." Doug said as he stood up, collecting himself and his breath before clapping his hands. "Listen up."

He raised his hand in the air, it glowing a bright, luminous magenta. Without warning, its burst outwards in a shower of pink petals.

All whom they touched, they healed, brushing aside exhaustion and disease as the youth spoke.

"The King of Bountiful harvests sent us to help y'all." He said to the men, his eyes aglow as they shifted from pure black to cyan and pink. "Bring me all yer injured— all yer sick. I'll give them the aid they need."

Pokemon healing was surely impressive to the peasants. But he wagered witnessing their fellow man perform feats of magic would stick with them even more.

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He touched base with Hideo Kino and luka chêne to let them know of his plans before moving on, inviting absalom steel and Lucas Holden to join him in his efforts as well.

Which efforts? Cleaning up the abandoned pokemon center. In the time between attacks, he decided to try and make the pokemon center useful again, washing out whatever sludge had crawled inside its walls by freezing and then telekinetically taking it out with his Frosmoth and Orbeetle, along with whatever help he received from others.

It seemed appropriate, given the role he had taken upon himself.

All the cots and mattresses inside had been moved from the back to the front, laying them on the floor before the healing machine he was not even sure still worked, for the injured and sick of Ballonlea to rest upon while he worked on them.

He tried to channel as much of Eva Morales as he had in him as he treated the folk. The people didn't need a layman like him, they needed a saint.

"You'll be okay." He said softly as he cradled a villager's hand, healing scales dispersing into their system—

And then a horn suddenly rang through the town, sending fear lancing through the villagers around him.

He rose to his feet, turning towards the people around him.

"Look after each other." He said, before sending out Bedwyr and Tsuchigumo, his Escavalier and Ariados. "And you guys, look after them."

He turned towards the door.

"Be back soon!"

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There were two enemies threatening the city. A titan, and an army. Neither the kind that should be left alone.

League Comms (Hideo Kino, luka chêne, absalom steel, Lucas Holden):

John 'ere. Gonna go deal with the army— keep in touch and speak up if yer in trouble!

Standing atop scaffolding behind the barricades the villagers had built, Doug nodded at his Orbeetle, before sweeping his arm over the silhouette of the army barreling towards them.

"Let's make 'em all an easy target!" He said, snapping his digit. Yet again, his Mega Orbeetle's eyes seemed to glow before a Psychic Terrain expanded outwards. "Good job. Now— Put 'em in the air!"

G-Max

Gravitas

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TL;DR:
-Demonstrate his healing powers in a fancy way to the villagers that had been holding the barricades.
-Tells them to bring all the injured and sick in town.
-Clears up the Pokemon Center in the time between attacks with the help of his pokemon and maybe allies.
-Turns it into a medbay for the people
-Spends his time healing folk until the attack.
-Joins the battle against Articuno and his army.
-Psychic Terrain + G-Max Gravitas Vs the Army.
-Holy f-ck balls batman SALAC DAT SHIT AAAAH
-Sadge 2nd salac.
-daily salac till 40+.

Overcome

Nice to meet'cha, francie myrtle!

At the suggestion, he gave his instructor a wry look.

"Ya wanna sneak up on Gojira?" He reiterated the plan as he heard it, lips flattening into a concerned line as he brought his hands together, a ponderous look on his face. "... Let's do it!"

The way his braincells would just take vacations during fun times would've been concerning if it weren't the only relief provided to his poor mind in these times of crises.

He crouched low besides Francie and leaned in conspiratorially, whispering lowly while sending dirty looks at their disobedient mons.

"What'cha got in mind?"

Overcome

Nice to meet'cha, francie myrtle!

Oh good, she wasn't going to question it.

"Uh, yup." He said as he patted off the... water. He wore some swimming trunks and a loose, white t-shirt. "Ya wouldn't think she would raise much of a stinker 'bout it, considering SHE CAN USE SURF—!"

He raised his voice and all but glared at his tyranitar as he shouted the words.

"—But you would, like me years ago, be wrong." He said, before sticking out his tongue at the giant sentient mountain. "She enjoys being difficult. Just to ANNOY ME."

He turned his attention back to the instructor, grinning.

"And unfortunately, it looks like she went and teamed up with yer own lil' miss attitude. Sorry 'bout that."

Role Reversal

Practicing with Shalin Nariya

Doug patted his belly as they entered the community center, releasing a sigh of relief. Galarian food was famously greasy, and for once Doug had no complaints. That had been hearty.

"Yup." He said, grinning her way. He wasn't sure of how effective their self directed training was; the lady behind the counter had been kind enough to facilitate them with some manuals brought by their instructor, but it was all still a lot of guess work on their part. "Better find a comfy spot on the floor, cuz I give as good as I get!"

And what he got was a ton of dirt on his face before.

His own, kantonian Rapidash trudged besides him with a lazy gait, containing a yawn before leaning her head against his.

"Oii, there's still training to do! Look sharp!"