With the Rillaboom taken care of, the operative easily make their way through the portal. Aubie dives down, entering first before Killian Decker and his pokemon. Rowan Wrynn is already there, charging through a dark smoke towards an overwhelmingly large Seviper that threatens what seems to be the deity of this tree. Their tree, their power. Unacceptable.

Darkness billows from its open maw, obscuring the path between it and the increasing number of Rockets that enter through the portal, “Aubie, DEFOG!” she commands, yellow eyes piercing towards the serpentine threat. The BRaviary does as commanding, hovering near the portals’ openings. His wings begin to flap vigorously, faster and faster until they buzzed like the beat of Combee’s own wings. A wind kicks up, gusts that forcefully push back against the Smokescreen, aiming to DEFOG the area so Rocket has a clear path.

In a moment of rare selflessness, she knows it won’t be enough. The sheer size of the monster is overwhelming. Something drives her to towards vengeance. Perhaps it’s the inherent nature of her ghost-typing or perhaps it’s something else. Regardless, her eye flash, consumed with darkness. A black, misty scythe drives itself into her belly. “Ah!” she gasps, keeling over on Aubie’s back as the searing pain drains energy from her own body. She’s weakened, but not completely drained. The sacrifice culminates in a ghostly terror that rushes the Seviper, threatening to consume it in a debilitating CURSE

Aubie uses DEFOG to drive away the smokescreen
Lex sacrifices half her strength to put a CURSE on the Seviper

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She’s standing on the porch of their Lavaridge home. The house is situated high on a cliff, overlooking the city below. Behind a pair of flying-types lies a burning sunset, painting the sky with fiery orange that fades into the dark sky above. With a single hand shading her eyes, she watches the Altaria and Charizard spar in the sky. Small bursts of flames and dragon breath spit from their maws as they gracefully dive and twist through the air.

The force of Killian’s fall is even audible outside. It startles her, and she defensively spins to glare behind her. The reflection of the sunset against the living room winds is bright, obscuring her sharp vision into the house. There is a figure, that much is clear. The only one permitted to teleport into the living is herself and Killian, no one else can get past the barriers.

Lex. Alexandra.

There’s distress in his voice, but it is his voice, “Killian?” it only takes a few strides to get to the sliding glass door that she throws open wide.

“Killian!” he’s collapsed on the floor, tense and gasping, “Are you ok?” a stupid question, of course he’s not. But that’s all she can think to ask as her eyes grow wide with concern. Lex knelt beside him. A gentle push should encourage him to roll onto his back. She frantically scans him for any sort of bleeding, any sort of injury but finds no explanation for his condition.

“Killian, what’s wrong? Where’s Loveless?” She scans the room briefly, not finding the source of his sudden appearance. How did he get here?

Killian Decker

Good work, War,” she praises the ghostly equine by running her finger through his wispy mane. He responds with a snort, taking the lead with a few quiet steps as they approach what appears to be an underground lake. Spires of ice extend high into the cavern while frozen spears point downward. The icicles appear unstable, shuddering against the smallest movement, “Careful,” she murmurs, taking her amber eyes off the spears above and turning them towards the shimmer in the icy water.

A pair of sharp, black eyes peers at them from below the surface. In a noisy splash, the Dewgong leaps out of the water, a glowing horn aimed towards the Spectrier. Another stir in the water shows a young Seel swimming to the depths. A father, protecting his calf, how touching.

The HEADBUTT phases through the Spectrier harmlessly and the dual type slides across the ice, wide-eyed in frustration. Lex extracts an empty pokeball, “Finish him,” she commands, pointing towards the Dewgong. War charges forward, thundering through the cave as a BULLDOZE builds, threatening to flatten the Dewgong in its wake.

Once it’s over, Lex tosses the pokeball, attempting to catch the creature.

Solo Wild
Catch attempt!
-1 Pokeball

PURCHASING

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

2x Passho berry (700PD)
1x Salac Berry (50PD)

REDEEMING

1x Passho berry (Harvested here - never detailed out the z-move so here it is <3 lol, I'm terrible)

[b]HYPNOSIS: HYPNOTIC TERRAIN[/b] - @lex
[b]PSYCHIC TYPE[/b]
summons a HYPNOTIC terrain that put those affected to sleep. this amplifies the area of effect for the user's DREAM EATER attack. this terrain can only be dispelled by other terrain based z-moves. it lasts three turns.

TOTAL

do come again!

750 PD (DEDUCTED ALREADY BY shiv)

Phantom Force proves to help her and War traverse through the terrain. Even as Rillaboom stampede towards their groups and vines threaten to tangle them dangerously, Phantom Force gives reprieve.

An obstacle shatters, and their left with a steep incline. Still, the Rillaboom remain resilient. A hot anger flashes through the nothingness that a ghost-typing leaves as vines lunge towards her love, Killian Decker. She hisses, as yellow eyes grow dark. A hand shoot forward, coated in a black mist. The ghostly energy flashes forward towards the Rillaboom, aiming to coat its vision with terrifying mirages to blind it.

A flash of light replaced the Spectrier with a Braviary. The raptor screeches, stretching its wings, “To the portal,” a hand stretches forward up the steep slope, aimed towards the dark doorway, “Keep a KEEN EYE on Killian,” she whispers as she climbs onto the Braviary. With a click of the tongue, the two take off, climbing the steep slopes by air. The Braviary sticks close to Killian Decker and his Naganadel.

Lex uses NIGHT SHADE on the Rillaboom attacking Killian Decker
Returns War for Aubie the Braviary
Hops on Aubie to fly up the Steep Slope and towards the PORTAL near Killian Decker

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The strangest feeling is that there is no feeling. It’s as if the world around her feels like an illusion. The wind is there, she can see the breeze blowing but she can’t feel it against her now teal skin.

“What the fuck,” is all she can think to say as she stares at the semi-translucent skin that coats her palms. The Spectrier behind her snorts, a knowing glistens in his dark eyes, recognizing Lex’s now partially ethereal state.

“R-Right,” she mumbles in response to Killian Decker. Blindly she follows him towards the swamp, barely noting the fork in the road. Their group chooses the RED PATH.

It proves treacherous and difficult to navigate. The ground is unsteady and she can see companions becoming easily fatigued. For as nimble and quick as she is, she agrees it’s difficult. War seems to be making easy work of it. He phases between the phantom plane and that of reality, phasing through obstacles unharmed.

Lex’s ghostly hand reaches out of touch his side. He feels different now that they are of the same typing. It’s of cold emptiness, she can feel his rough coat beneath her fingers as if she can actually grab ahold of it.

As War phases, so does she. PHANTOM FORCE phases her between realities, making the difficult journey that much more pleasant. With such little effort, hopefully she can scout ahead.

Follows Killian Decker down the RED PATH
Lex and War are using PHANTOM FORCE to bleed between the phantom plane and reality to make walking easier

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It’s not surprising Killian Decker protests when she sacrifices blood to the WESTERN shrine. Honestly, she wasn’t thinking. It seemed logical at the time. After witnessing the earth literally absorb the Zangoose’s remains, it didn’t take a genius to guess what the shrines want.

“It’ll be fine, Killian,” she mumbles beneath her breath, letting amber eyes trace up to Lulu Flint that joined in on the sacrifice. As the last bits of warm crimson drip from her pal, she lets Killian Decker wrap the shirt around her wounded hand, “You didn’t need to do that,” she speaks softly, just to him. There’s enough pokemon spitting out Heal Pulses to quickly take care of the wound.

Lulu Flint suddenly defies gravity and Lex if caught off guard. The thief steps away in surprise, not sure whether this is a fun new trick the avatar has learned or if it was something to be worried about. Unfortunately, Lex doesn’t have much time to dwell on it.

She gasps, keeling over as bones crack and bend. She grows taller, broader, and a wave of teal in various shades washes over her skin. Her tattoos brighten from their ink black to earth brown, outlined in dark teal against a lighter shade that now replaces her pale skin. Long teal hair that fades to a lighter shade now floats in wisps behind her on still air. The ghostly appearance is similar to the Spectrier’s own mane and fetlocks.

Bright yellow eyes glance up towards her King. Perhaps he was right. This was a terrible idea.

Lex painfully transforms into a lady GOLURK
Her skin has a soft teal hue
Her tattoos are a darker teal, outlined in an earthy brown
Her red hair changes to a dark teal that fades into a lighter shade

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“Oh really?” a shiny Liepard? Sounds fancy and expensive. Right up her alley, “Alright, you heard him, Shiny Liepard and some kittens,” with a wave of her hand, she dismisses the Braviary. He nods his head in understanding and flashes look towards the sky before unfurling his wings. He takes off with a powerful push from the ground, kicking up a bit of dust before he rises into the sky, KEEN EYES peering down to look for the cats.

It seems ryuuzaki amemiya’s pokemon at already picked up on the scent, “Here we go then,” Lex takes off after the Glaceon without hesitation.

ryuuzaki amemiya

Pouting, the ghost takes a quick survey of the room. There are a few young pokemon, like herself, scattered about. Most are playing with a partner, looking cute and happy like daycare should be. Crimson eyes rest momentarily on another ghost-type pokemon: a Phantump with a bouncy ball.

For a moment, she’s a bit confused. It seemed as if the pokemon intentionally threw its ball out the door with enough force to make it bounce down the hallway. Why would it do that? Wasn’t she just playing with it?

Misdreavus watches the caretaker disappear around the corner. She blinks back towards the Phantump with a smile as the plan registers in her head. Today, they feast!

Without hesitation she drifts back up towards the table, snagging as many goodies as she can in her little arms.

Percival Munn

She descends into icy darkness. It feels strange. It surrounds her, consuming her. It’s uncomfortable but thrilling. Nature’s sounds are consistent, but broken by the crunch of the heavy footsteps of the Crabominable. It’s a massive beast, much large than she was expecting. A claw reaches for her, but the thief dips out of the way. From the phantom realm, Spectreir emerges with a piercing neigh. A psychic scythe appears, striking the same claw that once reached for Lex.

The cave shudders beneath the bellowing roar of the wild pokemon when the PSYCHO CUT strikes true. It recoils away from the Spectrier and back into the crevice it came from, leaving them in peace. For now.

Solo Wild
Skipping!
Ground / Ice spawn please ^_^

“Huh?” her face twists in confusion as the Blissey tugs her along down the path. For now, she doesn’t pull away. Perhaps a thank you for healing her up after the nasty fall.

Spectreir appears ahead down the path with a PHANTOM FORCE, striking at the Honedge that floats idly near the trees. The force of it drives the sword into the bark. It wiggles, trying to get free. Before it can, Lex uses her free hand to toss a pokeball towards the ghost.

Lex breaks the silence, “MATIAS SILPH, right?” she knows, but she feels the need to confirm.

Catching Honedge!
-3 Pokeballs
Psychic/Ghost Duo Wild
MATIAS SILPH

The Golurk’s Dynamic Punch strikes nothing but air as the Shadow Pokemon hisses, disappearing into the phantom plane alongside it’s sibling that dwells there, watching. The Spectrier snorts in disapproval, tossing a crimson lock from its eyes before the Gardevoir moves on. It moves safely through a dark and cold world and out of the equine’s sight.

The army of dragons comes as a surprise. It’s not hard to imagine what comes next as the beasts take form alongside their trainer. freya morningstar came prepared for war, Lex didn’t. What a mistake. Rage boils in her belly, as hot as fire the expels from the dragons’ maws, “That fucking, bitch.”

With a piercing neigh the Spectrier leaps forward from the phantom realm, erecting a PROTECT alongside the Happiny that attempts to shield them from the fiery onslaught. It’s too much, and some fire breaks through, bathing the the two pokemon and roaring past towards the Rocket Admin and the thief, “Killian, move!” she grabs a hold of what she can and pulls him back and down, away from the flames that threaten to consume them.

Killian Decker & FERNANDO SILPH & illeana reyes & freya morningstar & THEO BECKETT & Lulu Flint

Baby’s FRIEND GUARD ability is activated! (-25% damage all allies)
S!Gardevoir uses PHANTOM FORCE
War the Spectreir and Baby the Happiny use PROTECT
Lex did not come prepared for war

The scream of their comrades are filtered out by roar of the clattering bamboo. The Spectrier carries them forth on ghostly hooves, swiftly bringing her and Killian Decker towards the forest’s exit. @ari is left behind. Mixed feelings swell in her gut. That’s been her. Does she wish someone came back for her? Sometimes. But with Killian Decker clinging to her waist, she finds herself content with knowing he is safe.

The forest opens into a vast field. Large, curved stones and a tree loom in the distance. War slows from the canter to a walk, eventually stopping to let them slide off his back. A hand gently run across his misty neck in praise. He did well. He briefly glances over the injured and maimed that have gathers. Many healing moves are being offered but thankfully they don’t need attention.

Shrines of varied appearance threaten to divide the group. Alexandra Briarwood is pulled left, towards the Western shrine. The silent steps of the Spectrier follow closely behind. Amber eyes take it in, the strange markings, the bowl, the tree that looms past.

mint frost offers a token which pulls a frown across her lips. Her gaze flashes towards Rowan Wrynn who offers blood. A token is likely not enough, “War,” the name is spoken with authority as she hold her hand out above the bowl. PSYCHO CUT flares to life, slicing the palm of her left hand, “Damn,” she growls, teeth biting into her bottom lip. She squeezes, letting crimson flow atop the golden coin and into the bowl.

Lex feels bad, but not really
Decides to head towards the WEST shrine
Follows Rowan Wrynn’s lead and offer the WEST shrine some of that good good
War hovers close

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