The SPOTLIGHT shines on a hideous figure. This Gardevoir is unlike any Lam would have seen. Beneath the tattered and blood stained dress, the sharp peaks of her bony figure shift as she moves to turn. With each slow inch, a more ghastly nightmare is revealed.

The long slender arms of the Shadow Gardevoir ends in bony, claw-like fingers that curl of their own accord. Her colors are pale, as if no life is left in her because there is none. Her red eyes glow dully in the brightness of the SPOTLIGHT but it doesn’t mask the malevolence that pulses from them. The pokemon’s lips curl into a chilling smile, rows of sharp, unnatural teeth drip with hunger.

The SPOTLIGHT makes it linger longer in its position, suspended from the ground by unnatural forces. She twitches, her fingers suddenly curling as if in pain. A guttural choke clicks through her throat, followed by and eerie scream.

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lam logan

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+10 paranoia of the world

=80 MP

The Dhelmise groaned like the hull of an old ship tensing against the waves. The STEELWORKER doubled down on the chains, its anchor attempting to find purchase and dig into the sapphire scales of its opponent. The slow, clink of retracting chains echoed across the space as the ghost attempted to tighten its hold, a crushing force of steel.

The Dhelmise wasn’t the only ghost in the shadows. As the dark energy of NIGHT DAZE pulsed forward from the ebon fox, a DAZZLING GLEAM erupted from the shadows. The fae energy fizzled against the darkness in an array of cracks, pops, and flashes of light. The opposing energies fizzle each other out and Lex’s mischievous grin grows.

Beside her in the shadows a faint light glows. Two sinister, crimson orbs burn through the darkness, unblinking. They simmer with bitter malevolence, the product of pure hatred and spite. This is no watered down shadow pokemon from the inbreeding of the daycare. This abomination is as pure as the poison that runs through its veins that made it this way.

The ghostly figure shifts, a slow draw into the light. The veil of shadows lifts and the faint light marks the hideous features of Hecate. Her cracked, dry lips peeled back in a sinister smile. Unnaturally sharp, long fangs dripped with saliva brought on by its desperate hunger for violence. It seemed to care little for being completely outmatched by a dark-type. It relished in pain and agony not only of itself but others.

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Its target wasn’t the Zoroarak. Why bother with the tools when you could focus on the creator?

Both trainer and pokemon disappeared in a flash of TELEPORT, Lex finding purchase on a fire escape while the Shadow Pokemon appeared beside Gunner. Her claw-like fingers lashed out at his skull, a ghostly matter that would phase through his skin to implant the notion of sleep with a blast of HYPNOSIS if given the chance.

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Gunner Graves

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”Good,” Lex hates waiting - and wastes of her time. Hopefully, this match would prove to not be one. She was hungry for a good battle - starving. And so was Hecate.

The Ultra Ball in her palm cracked open. Instead of red light shooting forward, a viscous black mist dripped out of it. The chilling substance moved like molasses, a slow, patient conglomeration of darkness. Inky black, without an ounce of clarity. It spread at an ominous crawl along the rocky terrain of the Ultra Deep Sea, simply adding to the already uncomfortable uncertainty of this place.

Hecate had been confined to her pokeball, too restless to be kept at the Beast’s side. Something about this place made her unpredictable, encouraging her darkest desires. This particular abomination had a penchant for violence and cruelty, pumped into her unnaturally by the poison that created Shadow Pokemon. She wasn’t a half-breed like the pups that emerged from the Daycare. No, she was pure hatred, violence, and contempt.

The darkness took shape and from the mass of shadows, a single clawed hand reached out, then another, their fingers long, bony and sharp. It found purchase in the crack of a stone and pulled itself forward. The veil of darkness peeled back as the shadow pokemon pulled itself across the ground and into their world. What appeared to be a Gardevoir with piercing red eyes locked onto the buzzing Yanmega. Her dry lips peeled back, a monstrous row of sharp teeth gleamed in the dark world’s faint light.

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She pulled herself free of her confines until her gray, blood-stained tattered dress draped behind her like a cloak. She rose to her full height, a haunting image of unmistakable death. This alone would tell Alec all he needed to know: Lex was certainly no ordinary grunt.

“Kill it,” a command low and as unwavering as the dark sparkle in the Beast’s eyes. Lex was never known to show mercy.

Hecate’s mouth opening, the fangs dripping with build of hungry saliva. She was hungry, starving much like her trainer. The creature’s bone-chilling shriek echoed across the Deep Sea before she rushed forward with unnatural speed, disappearing briefly into a SHADOW SNEAK before reappearing beside the Yanmega, sharp claws, vicious teeth and ghostly energy lashing out to maim her prey.

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alec foster

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+10 per IC post (3)

=80 MP

She’s quick, agile, and certainly not incompetent. So when jayden cross grabs her shirt to hold her back, he’s met with a hostile response. Her red hair whips around as she does, amber eyes ablaze with contempt and rage. An arm sweeps up to break his hold on her clothing. Her broad form leans forward, getting far too close to Jayden in a threatening stance, “Don’t you ever grab me again,” her voice low and husky, like a growl radiating from her throat. Good intentions or not, he had no right.

The confrontation lasted maybe a few seconds. And just like that, she’s spinning back around to perch on a jutted out rock to inspect the scene in front of them.

A ghostly army of specters fade in and out of the realm’s own persistent mist. Their humanoid shapes appear weary and apathetic, as if they had lost their way a long time ago and had been wandering around for eternity. Lex felt no pity for these souls. This was their fate. Whatever brought them to this place and to their subsequent demise was likely their own doing.

A low, rumbling groan echoed across The Borders. Goosebumps rose across the pale skin of Lex’s bare arms. The lumbering giant in the distance began to take a more clear shape as it marched towards the army of souls. Slowly, painfully slowly, and one by one, the apparitions stirred from their mindless march. A chorus of groans and shrieks crescendoed when the Golurk reached its prey. The behemoth ghost reached forward to snatch the ghostly figures that writhed in panic. They moved like molasses compared to the giant. Once a ghost fell victim to the Golurk’s grasp, a piercing shriek of agony would split across the realm as it was impaled on a bloody spike protruding from the Golurk’s back.

“That’s fucked up,” she murmured mostly to herself.

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jayden cross & fern delaney & Marza Volchitsa

His astute observation was correct. She certainly wasn’t a grunt. He wouldn’t find a red R plaster on her anywhere. She was entirely dressed to her own liking, a perk of being in the upper echelon of the organization. If he studied Rocket at all he may recognize her face: one that she never hides in League and Rocket skirmishes.

“Hmm, that sounds reckless,” she smiled, quite enjoying the hint of a rash nature extending from his words. There’s always a satisfaction to putting men in their place, “We’ll see how you feel about that in a few minutes,” these sort of men never lasted long – in battle or in bed.

A sphere unclicked from her belt and slid into her hand, “Well then, are you ready to begin?”

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alec foster

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+10 per IC post (2)

=70 MP

“Hmmm, well that’s unfortunate,” the Beast purred in a rather condescending tone as her amber eyes glared down at the grunt at her feet. He stammered on about some Gym Leader and a teenger and coke dup excuse after excuse until she was quite finishes listening to his rambling. With a swift, strong motion her hand shot up, the back of it smacking the grunt across the cheek, “Shut up,” she spat, adjusting the leather glove on the same hand with a tug.

Silence followed, not even the softest whisper of a whimper from the sting, “Pull yourself together and fix this mess – I’ll take care of the culprits,” her boots moved silently across the ground, but even in silence she demanded attention, “And don’t fail me again,” two strikes, that’s all the patience she had.

Luckily, the Gym Leader was easy to find. He wanted to be found. Lex would happily oblige his desires. She didn’t try to mask her approach or her presence. The curvy figure materialized from the mist, amber eyes glowing with malevolence, “Are you ready to reap the consequences of your actions?” she asked casually, as if she was a principal scolding a poor student.

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alec foster

+50 for participation in mission/battle
+10 per IC post (1)

=60 MP

Hm. A quick little rat too. It mattered little, but chains would have just made it more fun for her, at least. Him on the other hand . . . he would have suffered greatly unless he was into that sort of thing.

The roar of fire drowned out the creaking ship. The dark cave was suddenly ablaze with light. It scorched away the shadows and cast an eerie red glow on the woman before she had a chance to slip behind the Dhelmise to use it as a shield from the FIRE BLAST.

An unnatural groan came from the strained, decaying wood. Without a mouth, the pokemon could not speak. It bottled up and writhed in the pain of the fire-type attack silently. The tendrils of seaweed draped over the pokemon’s anchor squirmed and hissed high pitched screams as the fire boiled the moisture away.

“What wrong?” the woman asked with a playful tone, “I thought you liked binds?” her grin returned as she faded back to step away from the battlefield.

The rock and sand shifted beneath them. The Dhelmise drew water out form all around them, forcing it into a conical vortex around the Magmar, hoping to trap it in an WHIRPOOL. That would hopfully make things more difficult.

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faelan foxgrove

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An arrogant one. Two useless grunts. Really, they were just a waste of carbon sometimes. Her amber eyes rolled with contempt at the thought of having to clean up their mess.

Ghostly chains creaked through the shadows, stones shifting as the ethereal bindings became real. Metal scraped against stone and lunged for the boy, an ANCHOR SHOT meant to tie him down – much like how he left the other grunts.

The wide glowing eye of a Dhelmise began to glow from the shadows as it faded into this plane. The figure of a woman appeared beside it, the faint light catching the wicked grin stretched across her dark lips.

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faelan foxgrove

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+10 per IC post (1)

=70 MP

This world was . . . discomforting. But it held a great power that would put their organization a step ahead of the League – and it was about damn time they did so.

The all-out war was something she wasn’t used to, but she was thriving in. The violence bred into her by Rocket had truly had a chance to shine. She lingered amongst the ghosts of the fallen, simply waiting for time when she would join them permanently. One of these League officers was bound to get her at some point.

Was this the one?

Her amber eyes narrowed on the man trying to get his phone to work. Was he calling reinforcements? Had he found a Seal Stone? A Seal Stone that belonged to Rocket?

The cast a presence forward. The silhouette of a Gradevoir materialized in the distance before lam logan. She was a shadow amongst the sea’s strong mist. Her details obscured, but she moved with picturesque grace. Lost? Wounded? Something familiar within a world of alien beings.

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lam logan

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+10 per IC post (1)
+10 paranoia of the world

=70 MP

At times, she did revert back to her old way. The darkness gave her an edge, a certain confidence that purred her forward through the most volatile parts of the ruined city. The quaint seaside village had turned into a ghost town – quite literally.

The ghosts of those already lost haunted the streets around every turn. Blood, bodies, darkness. The grim reaper was quite busy today on both side of this faction war.

And all for what? A piece of a world that was as equally as violent towards both sides. Ultra Deep Sea didn’t see Rocket or League, it lashed out at anyone who dared step into its realm.

Crimson wings flashed against the dark sky, forcing the thief to skid to a halt in the middle of the alleyway. It seems she’s been caught.

Pity.

Unlike many of colleagues, she didn’t attempt to hide her identity. Anyone who had studied Rocket would have come across her face. She peeled away from the shadows. Her features grew dark with a wicked grin that slowly creased her dark lips, “Ooohh you must have me mistaken for someone else, darling,” a slow, melodic voice purred. She stopped just shy of fully coming into the light, letting half of it reveal her face, “Someone who gives a fuck.”

Violence was beat into her. She wasn’t born with it.

The echo of ghostly chains creaked from the shadows. The sound came from everywhere all at once. ANCHOR SHOT shot out from the ethereal plane like angry whips to try and trap the Salamence and their rider.

They weren’t allowed to change their mind: Their fate now lies in the brutal hands of Alexandra Briarwood.

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Gunner Graves

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+10 per IC post (1)

=60 MP

She avoided war in Johto, but no there was no avoiding it. The Beast found herself caught up in a war of worlds. Each lashed at the other in hopes of conquering the unknown.

The unknown. That’s what made this even worse. They didn’t even know what they were fighting for: they were just fighting to fight it seemed. Fighting for power? Control? Maybe.

Either way, she was thrown into the mix. It all started with that damn mission to The Border.

The robotic voice that crackled in her eye caused her to flinch. An unpleasant hiss leaked from between her teeth at the reminder that she had a partner for this particular task. It was probably best to travel in duos but Lex still hated the feeling of having to rely on or be responsible for someone else. That worked out so well the last time.

“Yeah, got it,” she grunted across the comm, silencing it for the moment while she inspected the darkened path ahead. She stood in the center of it, an imposing silhouette against the fading light, “Going somewhere?” a mocking voice echoed around them, finally pulling the attention to the woman blocking their path.

A haunting figure rose from the rocks, ghostly chains shot out to surround them, trapping the League operatives with ANCHOR SHOT. They certainly weren’t going anywhere now.

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Amor Rose

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+10 per IC post (1)

=60 MP

Idiots together? The comment made the Beast frown. There was some saying about tings being better with friends, but she wasn’t convinced that was true. Three other people slowed her down, made it harder to be stealthy. She likely stood more of a chance on her own than with these three fellow fools.

As a matter of fact, Lex did catch the flicker of Marza Volchitsa’s shadow disappear. She paused behind her fellow Beast, her own chest starting to feel heavy with unease, “Yes,” she grumbled with uncertainty, watching her ow shadow flex unnaturally. It was a moment later that the curvy bodice reflecting her outline darted off. Naturally, Lex was in quick pursuit.

The thief rushed past jayden cross and fern delaney, hot on her own shadow’s heels.

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jayden cross & fern delaney & Marza Volchitsa