The chaos of the sight was unmatched. People were being locked in convince stores, poisonous gasses were being emitted, and to top it all off, cats now filled the field. Ezra witnessed all this from the same position he took since the beginning of the match, unable to respond to the sheer level of crazy he was experiencing. His worried eyes glanced towards his partner, though, it seemed that he was receiving  the silent treatment for some reason. "Razz...," He spoke out once more, a mixture of anxiety and confusion smeared across his features. When no response returned to him, he would look back towards the field, sigh, then say with a defeated tone, "Let's do this, I guess..."

Following per the gym leader's rules, he knew he had to interfere and outperform his opponents...which is something he wasn't too fond of. But, alas, he knew it was unavoidable. Especially in a contest format. So he pointed forward with a weak stance and released his first command: "Distract that Chandelure."

His two pokemon nodded at this, much less fearful themselves. They were actually the type to thrive in the spotlight. And so, with a glint evident in their eyes, Batman shot himself straight into the air. Once positioned high enough, he dropped his maw and screeched. The sound itself was emitted through a series of purple circular rings, which moved and expanded with a piercing sound. (SuperSonic) Once the move had reached the Pokemon, she began to flap her wings, creating a turbulent whirlwind (Tailwind ) that would speed up the now dashing Umbreon. Luna, now with some assistance, worked from the ground. He raced towards the horde of felines and began attempting to round them up as a sheepdog would. He would speed from one side to another, cutting them off enough to lead them towards one solid direction away from the field.

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- basically, Noibat uses Supersonic to confuse Chandelure (Alexei Ivanov ) then uses Tailwind to speed up Umbreon and Umbreon tries to round them up himself via ancient sheepdog techniques.
- edited to add pokemon

Audio played-- the sudden sound of an average city erupted from the speakers. Loud talking, cars honking, sirens blaring, the stage had transformed into the proper backdrop. Then, a white moped with an attached side cart entered the stage, smoke sputtering out from its exhaust as it crawled across the stage. Riding the vehicle itself was a young man with large square goggles, a brown paperboy hat, and a smug Umbreon nestled into the side cart.

They stopped at the center of the stage.

Once stopped, the driver demounted the mopeg and turned towards the judges, an awkward grin plastered across his face. In his hand was a lightly crumpled newspaper. "Extra extra! Read all about it! Learn how great these pokemon really are!" A light chuckle exited his lips upon delivering his line. "First off, they make the best partners for my job. Some things just become SO easy with a little help. " He rolled up the newspaper he was holding and chucked it behind him. The Umbreon, who had just exited the vehicle himself, effortlessly caught the incoming roll before dashing towards one of the props near the left side of the stage-- a propped-up cardboard image of a building. The pokemon then dropped the paper in front of the door behind returning to his owner's side. "Sometimes deliveries can be a little tricky, though" This time the man held up another rolled-up newspaper, which was swiftly caught by an incoming Noibat. Unlike the Umbreon, this pokemon utilized its wings to carry the newspaper onto the top of the prop building.

"Mother of wooloo, I forgot to introduce them to you!" The Noibat swooped in from his position from the sky and took its place perched on top of the speaker's head. "This little guy up here is Batman! Not only does his wings allow for easy deliveries throughout the city, but his Echolocation allows him to easily navigate through the city-- especially at night! Getting lost becomes next to impossible with him around." Batman bowed at this praise. "This guy, on the other hand, is named Luna." The Umbreon tilted his head lightly at this. "He basically OWNS the streets haha! Not only does his rings glow at night, but like Batman, he prefers the nightlife himself."


The speaker paused, his lips still curled into a grin, nervousness twinkling in his eyes. "Pretty good, right? But wait! That's not all..." He spun around and returned to his Mopeg, his hands shuffling in the attached side cart. It took no longer than 30 seconds for him to return to his previous position, this time with a camera wrapped around his neck and a smaller one in his hand. "The best thing about the city is its active life, right? Something's always going on-- and there need to be people to report on that!" The Noibat hopped down from its place on the speaker's head, then flew in front of him long enough for the man to place the miniature camera around his neck. "And, when you have a team like this, why shouldn't that someone be me?"

"See, when there's a story worth finding, I have Luna here to sniff it out." The Umbreon moved forward and sniffed the ground in front of them. With attentive eyes, he led the two to the right of the stage, then the left, then at the center, nose pointed towards the judges. "Ah, seems he found a lead. Mind if I take some pictures? The article will be titled 'Best Judges Ever' and I need a picture to accompany it!" He awaited an answer. When given permission, the man would point forward, directing his noibat to take position on top of one of the many tall surfaces available and use its position to snap a picture at the same time as him. The pokemon returned to the speaker shortly after. "Batman always gets the best angles," He commented after briefly checking his Pokemon's camera.

"Oh, and before I forget, I'm Ezra."

Time is the purest cure for the deepest wounds. It is often all one needs. And yet, time is the very thing Ezra Zeke lacked. Since the last excursion he had spent many restless nights rattling beneath his blankets, sobbing himself to sleep. But duty came knocking on his door yesterday, as always, and it beckoned for the hollow man to prepare himself for another excursion. Another test of his merit.

And so, here he was, clutching desperately at his dwindling mentality, praying he would at least be free from seeing her again. “Uh, here?” Walking up towards the group of villains was the ‘boy’ himself. Wearing a white wig and blue contacts, the young man had the disguise of a typical jogger— tracksuit and all. “Sorry for being late...”

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-just an intro post lmao
- basically just reporting for duty!
- dressed as a jogger lmao
- will post party soon (but it’ll prob be what’s in my pc party w a bird)

The appearance of Glitch's emerging _ signified the formal start of the battle. This, as well as his Breloom's excited twitching, allowed Ezra to finally feel a sliver of excitement for the upcoming challenge ahead of him. Maybe he'll actually end up being okay. With furrowed brows, the trainer immediately countered the gym leader's command with his own, "Mushy, DODGE THAT!" Ezra wasn't an experienced trainer. Rather, most of his battling knowledge comes from practical experiences or through listening to the stories of trainers he's either read about or interviewed himself. And yet, despite his lacking experience, the man was well aware of the power packed behind that dragon-type move. One hit would be devastating this early into the battle.

Without much time to respond, the Breloom utilized his strong legs to leap into the air, barely avoiding his opponent's ferocious attack. "Now use Bullet seed!" Ezra's cry was met with the sound of several barrages of seeds rapidly firing out of the pokemon's mouth while it was still in the air. If left unhurt, the breloom would use the momentum (as well as his bullets) to slice enough time to reposition himself to the far right side of his opponent.

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glitch maverick

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Notes:
- Mushy dodged the dragon rush by leaping into the air, towards the Dracozolt's far right
- While repositioning in the air, Mushy attempts to fire back a bullet seed
- If left unmatched, he will end up landing to the far right (as planned) after using the move. (If u wanna throw another move before he does that, feel free, I'll just say he never hit the ground or w/e)

Ezra's face entirely lit up in response to Glitch's words. Interview secured. Due to his life now revolving around his undercover mission at rocket, his actual career path had taken too much of a back seat these recent weeks. It was a good idea to spend time investing into his future some more - he had to get his name out there, after all. "Great, okay, awesome! I'll reach out to you soon then."

As their conversation unraveled, the sight of several cozy buildings began to populate their vision and the sounds of a buzzing town rippled through the air. Ezra first noticed the emerging sounds, then the scenery. A bittersweet feeling swirled in his eyes as he realized this meant their conversation was coming to an end -- for once, he was actually enjoying his time with a rocket. Just a little. "Ah, I think this is it." He looked back at Glitch. "I'll catch you later then, okay? See you around."

With quick farewell, the man picked the pace and sped towards the town's entrance, ready to finish up the delivery. The faster he delivers the egg, the faster he can get home to watch his favorite soap opera!

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glitch maverick

Finishing it here! We can continue w a social tho ))

When running from Hunters, Nickits often hide themselves in thick logs scattered throughout their homeland. They know once they go too deep inside, both the hunter's rifle and their Pokémon cannot reach, achieving the only bit of safety available for them. But, a good hunter isn't fazed by tactics like these. When their prey hides, they simply force them out - whether it be through inducing a fire from within the log or through provoking the creature further.

Today Ezra was that hunter.

With the jimmies still rattling his bones, he took in a whiff of air, and shouted, "Sol, use future sight." The Espeon simply purred in response to the command. Then, like switch flicking on, her eyes lit up with purple psychic energy. The process had started.

Unbeknownst to anyone besides the duo, several vortexes were forming in various places throughout the room, directed towards every inch of space. It would take a minute, but once set up, Sol would blast chunks of electrified concentrated energy into one of the vortexes near her. From there, it would implode and spew out from every other portal, like bullets firing out of a gun. These ghosts weren't escaping anything today.

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- I know we hit 5/5 but im thinking we wrap up this encounter then have one "bye bye" post each.
- @serena

Name: Ezra Zeke


Pokemon 1: Umbreon
Pokemon 2: Noibat
Hair color: black

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x3 gachapod rolls pls 150 PD

Emotions can be a fearsome creature to fiddle with. They fester within your body, relentlessly, gnawing on your heart and brain like parasitic creatures looking for a treat. Worst of all is when one clashes against another, erupting war throughout the entire system. Anger, fear, despair, regret- each side waging individual wars with another, ensuing complete and total chaos. It were these feelings that Ezra battled with those several lonely nights following the excursion; that kept him wide awake at the depths of the night.



Uncertainty was riddled in each step he took down the corridor of the submarine. He wasn't quite sure if visiting his underboss was a good idea. On one hand, he felt tidal waves of rage towards both him and the organization as a whole. To leave that workshop in a shamble of destruction... It was evident that their words of hope were a façade crafted to hide the remnants of the old Rocket. On the other hand, Ezra's natural response was to worry over the man's state of being. Chu-e Choi was only a jamble of broken bones and sputtering blood when he last saw him. To think he went from that to immediately going back to work was the definition of insanity. Beyond that...well, there were a lot of untouched feelings that were better left unsaid.



It didn't take too long to find the underboss' office. It was just two tries and one awkward conversation away. Ezra gulped. There were countless possibilities that could divulge upon opening the door. Countless possibilities that he could never account for. "Here goes nothing..."



Knock knock

Hearing Glitch's words awakened a festering feeling of fear within him. Any Rocket mentioning his job title always did. All it takes is for one suspicious set of eyes to start digging. All it takes is for one person to instill doubt. Then he's dead. "True, true." He forced a laugh up his throat. "I'd appreciate it either way."

Trees strode by as they continued to make their way towards the upcoming town. They were growing close to it's outer walls-- not too much longer now. "Maybe we could meet up later then? I would be free now, but..." He slightly lifted the nestled egg, gesturing towards it with both his eyes and chin. "This little guy needs to get home."

Shrunk back into his own skin, the young man felt helpless against her look of disapproval. There was even a trickle of fear that he would prove to be the next victim to his own barrage of harshly chosen words. As Alexandra berated the man, a chill ran down Ezra's spine. Watching an actual Rocket at work was a sight he was still very much unfamiliar with. There were moments where his lips would part, as he would try to add on or maybe ease her intensity, but every attempt of interruption would end with the same result: a zipped up mouth.

Once she turned back towards Ezra, finished with the now ghoulishly pale man, he offered her a small awkward grin. "Good work, out there." He lifted his right arm and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, eyes averted to his right. "Sorry I couldn't help out more."

Turning to leave alongside her, the dark haired man released a pent up sigh. His muscles were already aching for the well deserved bubble bath they would receive upon getting back home. This feeling of comfort immediately melted from his system as her question provoked the most intense feeling of fear out from him. Like a dear caught in headlights, he mentally froze for a moment, unable to process a proper response. But, eventually, he uttered one. "By following a dream."

And with that, he parted ways with the red head, desperately wanting to soak his piggies in warm bathwater.