Rusted Shield

Goodbye Galar

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He didn't know what the hell he was looking at. Hadn't been there for the cloud, hadn't been at Mt. Pyre either. All he knew was...

"protect the dogs and prevent team rocket from seizing them for their own devices. team rocket may very well aim to seek the pokemon of ruin as well. if an opportunity presents itself to destroy the hostile ruinous pokemon, do so without hesitation."

"Roger. Moving to assist!" He said as he threw his jacket on, the suddenly chilly temperatures the only warning they were going to get.

His arm swung to the floor, the net ball smashing against hard stone to release a silvery furred insect into the fray. Lepirax launched into the air without delay, spinning in place before spreading her wings wide, ice cold scales spreading as she mirrored her trainer and faced forth against an incomming avalanche.

"Wide Guard! Protect those nearby!" Boomed the young man as he raised a hand and pointed his digit towards Zamacenta like a finger gun, a neon pink glow gathering forth around it before—

Bam!

Healing scales shot towards the Shield Legendary, seeking to ease its wounds and assist it in combat.

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TL;DR:
-ROGER ROGER MAH COMMISSIONER
-Go Frosmoth! Use Wide Guard! Protect allies nearby!
-Go Doug! Use Healing Scales! (on Zamacenta).
-Fuck's sake. 1x Salac?

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Lab Rats

Testing. Ft. Eva Morales, illeana reyes

The youth was rubbing his irritated eye and trying to wrestle himself free from Tapu Lele's vice grip while Illeana ran him through his options, his slow, ocassional nods letting her know he was paying attention.

"Y-hrk! Yeah—! The commissioners'... fine! Gah!" He said mid-struggle, before finally giving up. "Fine! Have it your way."

She was their boss— and more importantly, there was little chance of dahlia goode of all people leaking the data to Rocket.

His mouth opened briefly as Eva spoke, eyes awash with something— but it and the words alike seemed to die out after a moment's thought, giving a small nod in their place before he turned his gaze over to Illeana.

"... Let's begin. Blood, yeah?" He said, awaiting for the scientists to do their thing. His torso was already exposed; if blood was needed, there were plenty of places to draw from.

BLOOM

Meeting with Rowan Wrynn.

Fortunately, Camp Winstrate rarely saw any action at their doorstep.

One of the young soldiers standing guard at the gate swayed on his feet as the new ranger and his Pelipper made their landing, getting smacked in the arm with the butt of a rifle by his irritable partner.

The more alert of the two approached Rowan in order to verify his credentials, while the sleepy one approached the guards booth, to report the arrival to their commanding officer.

A few seconds later, the chain fence rolled open for the ranger and his pelipper, the entrance flanked by the guardsman duo as they gestured for him to go inside, giving him some vague instructions.

The Lieutenant Colonel was in the hangar. Couldn't miss the place— left from the former gym battlefield, the warehouse at the end of the flight ramp.

A notable feature of the camp was the clear signs of rampant insect cohabitation. From the large vespiaries to the network of interconnected webbings that linked the various structures' rooftops, it was obvious the good colonel placed few inhibitions on his favorite pokemon. And perhaps tragically, the soldiers running errands, duties and training regimes about the place had clearly gotten used to the state of affairs.

Mercifully, the airstrip leading to the hangar was kept ever pristine and webbing free (in the unlikely case angelo vestri needed to make an emergency landing).

And inside the warehouse at the very end... were no aircrafts. Camp Winstrate had none. So they used the old hangar as a mechanics' shed instead.

Various desert buggies filled the warehouse, with several soldiers working around the clock in order to provide them upkeep. Draped in oily, dirty jumpsuits and thick working gloves, it was clear these were all mechanics.

Noting Rowan, one of the younger workers rolled off from under one of the buggies and sat up on his car creeper, plucking out the cigarette in his mouth. His hat made him standout, the dirty badge etched on it a little hard to miss.

"Hey. Yer Kingsman's man, yeah?" He asked as he grabbed a discarded ashtray and flicked the butt of his cigarette, dropping ashes onto it. "'Rowan Wrynn'?"

Decompression

Hideo Kino & Eris Halla

Part of his self imposed role as caretaker of his younger friends is to be on top of things and make sure they're all okay, physically as well as emotionally.

He hadn't quite realized just how much of his own emotional energy and investment that required until now. Parenting was harder than he gave it credit for.

He thinks he something might be troubling Eris, her silence as troubling as any visible wound, but he can't quite force himself to prod that can of worms. Not yet.

Hideo seemed to be walking on egg shells, stopping and starting on various subjects— he should've been trying to make the conversation flow better, but it was all he could do to nod and hum along to the other's words.

He wanted to be proud of his little friend finally going for it and aiming to become a gym leader— but instead he found himself mildly miffed that Melody Miro was somehow more involved with this development than him.

He tried to ignore his souring mood, rubbing rings around his temples and sinking deeper into his bean bag as an awkward silence hung in the air.

The air within the usually warm clubhouse was dreary and tense, charged up with the negative energy of a shitty day that most children and young adults their age would never have to experience.

'Do something, you sad fucking clown. It's your damn job.'

"... y'all wanna get some ice cream?" He finally said after a moment. "... My treat."

Tapu Playdate

Mission: Vs Tapu Koko, ft. Eris Halla

"Well... here we are."

On a teeny-tiny archipelago tucked away within Hoenn's many water routes, Tapu Koko's temporary stomping grounds could be found.

The island deity had an affinity for such places, and couldn't be kept in the closed off quarters of the League HQ for terribly long before an overpowering desire to flex its muscles and stretch its proverbial wings welled up within.

Which was to say, Tapu Koko could be heard throwing down with its sister, Tapu Lele, in the distance, the pink deity's distant, the booming claps and cracks as well as distorted giggling reaching the sandy shores their vessel had been docked to.

Turning his gaze away from the small jungle stretching before them, Doug glanced at the little girl besides him and tilted a brow, grinning. "Try not to get squished, sport."

With Eris Halla!!!

Handing the Reins Over

18 years old and already looking at the next gen, Josh Devlin

"It wasn't much." Doug said, scratching at his cheek.

And then all hell broke loose. Cakes were destroyed, women were harassed, and worse yet—

"KKKRRKKK!!!?" Garo released an undignified screech as something licked him.

His Orbeetle's purity had been tainted.

Now this was everyone's problem.

"Agreed." Josh was right— this was far beyond wild pokemon activity, even for the mischievous ghost-types. He nodded at the gym leader. "Sounds good— leave it to me."

He palmed his still twitching Orbeetle in the back, fairly sure the bug's skin would've been crawling if it had any.

"Get it together, Garo." He said as his cap began to crackle with power, narrowing his eyes. "We've got vermin to smoke out."

A black cocoon suddenly enveloped the Orbeetle as the youth gave it a little shove.

"Mega evolution!" Shouted the youth as the cocoon shattered, revealing the metamorphosed Orbeetle. "Find our rat, Garo."

The Orbeetle's eyes shimmered a neon blue as it rose into the air and let its senses expand as far as they would go, its brilliant mind processing every presence within its reach to see which ones were... odd.

Elite 4 Challenge

The Malevolent

Elite 4 Challenge: Vs Katherine Fairburne

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"'pologies, Katherine. Didn't wanna assume." He says with a small smile, somewhat surprised but doing his best to take the unexpected kindness in stride. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth as they say.

Likewise with the interview.

"Gotcha. I'll run it by Callan Young next time I see him." He said as his digits ran over the pokeballs on his side. Then, he chuckled. "Maybe MATIAS SILPH, actually."

Something something destroy rocket should get him through the door, right?

Katherine's suggestion was yet another gift he probably shouldn't question. He liked to think he could read between the lines. Sometimes.

"She kinda just tagged along, to be honest." He said wryly, glancing up at Tapu Lele. "Wouldn't expect her to pull up."

Maybe if Katherine's Patron popped up— hopefully not.

Lele had tried to play with every legendary she had met so far— including the Sea Hoenn ones trying to kill him. He had no idea how that would go if she met Giratina of all things.

Tapu Lele stared at her own reflection as she hovered in front of a mirror, watching rows upon rows of Leles stretch back as far as the eye could see. Soundlessly, she reached out and tapped the mirror before her... before slipping inside it as its surface rippled.

Was that how she disappeared whenever he lost sight of her?

"... Well, with that out of the way." He said as he turned his gaze over to the new pokemon before him.

Mimikyu. He had fought a few, but he knew nothing of Katherine's. Any previous experience would only be mildly useful for now. Gather intel...?

He considered his choices, digits tapping at his pokeball-carrier and sending the device wheeling, his pokemon selection flicking away at his finger tips.

He plucked a net ball.

'No time to feel it out.' The format was a 6-mon team 3v3 match. He was down to 5 due to Lele already; he wouldn't be doing himself any favors by showing his hand too early.

With a swipe of his hand, the net ball flew through the air, landing before the soldier to release a red arachnid onto the field.

"Look sharp, Tsuchigumo." Doug said to the Ariados as he lifted a hand in the air. The spider took stock of its surroundings wearily, offput by the infinity of reflections that surrounded, before its eyes inevitably fell upon Katherine and her Mimikyu.

"Ya showed yer hand first, so..." He scratched at the back of his head. "Ya wanna start?"

Never hurt to be polite.