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Ollie's protest cut above the whispers, and the abuse but it doesn't stop Neon. His desperation grows as color streaks down, melting off the walls and turning everything sickening, dizzying colors. [break][break]

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Neon is faster, sure, but his foundation is unstable. On a good day, it's already hard for him to maneuver with heavier opponents, but with his focus so divided it's easy to see Ollie can stop his advance. The Head Ranger stands firm and Neon feels a pulse of frustration burn hot from his stomach all the way to his face. Something knots in his stomach and he felt sick, as more of his family joined the peanut gallery to his escape. [break][break]

The damaged Genesect doesn't experience the same trouble as its trainer. Its kill program is only held back by the dented plates and busted wires sustained from the Galarian bird they were chasing. It marches on towards the Pikachu, only to be brought to its metallic knees by the IRON TAIL. It sputters out a generated cry, and a couple of beeps as it tries to communicate a status report. Unfortunately, its owner can't run a check right now. [break][break]

Neon is grappled, yanking against his restraints and barely getting them to budge. "NO!" he shrieks back, the words tearing through his dry vocal chords. Panic momentarily surges. Ollie can't see the abyss opening up under him, under the both of them. He can't see the deriding stares and widening grins as a pack of wolves closes in on their prey. He can't see how he's not helping. [break][break]

Tremors wrack the Beast's body as his breathing hitches and his mind races. Siblings encircle him and Neon isn't looking at Ollie. He's scanning around them, trying to keep track of an exit route as their pokemon do battle in a sea of colors that grow brighter and brighter. Peaceful pastel landscapes grow more agitating. Movement increases, saturation pumps up. As his past threatens to kill him, it wields his very being like a knife. [break][break]

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But caution doesn’t rule his actions. Only instinct as he screams against the Head Ranger, eyes still visible despite the darkness crackling up their legs. Shadows mix with colors as his feet and different entities mix into something horrifyingly familiar. Tar with a disgusting rainbow sheen pools at their ankles and little tendrils stick and crawl up their bodies. "Let go-! You can't-! We'll bOTH DIE AT THIS RATE!" It's not clicking. [break][break]

He can't see- can't hear. But Neon can feel it all. The pressure from the Fisk's entire brood, the dull roar that Ollie's voice breaks through, the weight of the tar as it slowly consumes his body, bottom up. [break][break]

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The bastard that had taken his seat as the 7th living child of the Fisk brood stood just a few feet away. Neon's head snaps right looking at something that, for Ollie, wasn't really there. Panic is overridden by anger, and Neon's emotions whiplash as his younger brother's grating voice further erodes his self control. [break][break]

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Neon lunged for Silvano, only to remember he'd been grappled seconds prior. Held tight by the ranger, and his legs struggling against an alien substance, he moved in to headbutt Ollie and wrench a hand free. "THERE'S NOTHING TO WAKE UP FROM. YOU CAN’T FIX THIS-" his helmet glitches, trying to reflect the complicated array of expression. His voice changer breaks into static as his yells expel the little breath he could intake. He tries to yank a hand free upon impact, and slaps it on his thigh to grab a knife. He'd wanted to avoid confrontation. His goal was Articuno first, and foremost, but now that his past was literally catching up to him, he just wanted to get away. [break][break]

Ghosts of the past haunt with a vengeance of everything he cost them. He's sure there's a reason he hasn't been found, and the hurt that came from not being searched for had long been buried. Except now, with the closest thing to closure he'd ever had, that hurt was being unearthed from its grave revealing inside its casket a groaning, rotting body trying to claw its way out. His throat is tense, and his eyes itch but he would rather die than cry in front of the League. He couldn't be that weak. Not again. Not- [break][break]

"I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE." His voice cracks, which is strange under the robotic filter that only amplifies his distress. But the noise just barely covers up the sound of his blade swiping up through the air to slash at Ollie. [break][break]

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His Genesect began to levitate as it used MAGNET RISE, floating off the ground effortlessly as its trainer focused on their opponents. "Misguided? Aren't you the one who's a long way from home, prick?" he said back. He put a hand on his hip, resting a palm over the hilt of a dagger, eyes roaming over Remiel Calcifet 's body. He wanted payback of course, but even more importantly, he wanted the bastard's samples. [break][break]

"Time for your blood tax traitor." he stated before making a break for the prince. The sudden heat comes with a series of warning beeps form his Genesect as the robotic beetle retreats. Neon is forced to give the pair some berth, waiting for his chance to slip in. He'd be fine after all. oscar clayton was watching his back after all. [break][break]

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Mint doesn't shift around, glancing up at Bee before moving his device slightly to the side so the Admin could get a better view of their position. There's probably some interference, but the infinity tracker doesn't beep any faster. So, either this isn't Galarian Articuno's nest, or it's not here right now. [break][break]

At the question, his eyebrows screw together and his mouth hangs open in shock before glancing down almost guiltily. "I- Well...yeah..." Had he forced the install of games on his very important, very stolen, very modified infinity tracker? Yes. Absolutely. It's not like he could bring his phone out with him on these missions. [break][break]

Despite the small show of shame, he perks up easily when the Admin allows him to sit next to him to share their only source of entertainment. Mint gives the Ninetails a small nod of thanks as he plopped down. By virtue of being smaller, he gets snug between Barnaby's side and his arm. With practiced ease of a professional, Mint curls up, tucking his legs close to his chest, and compacting himself to save warmth. [break][break]

"Here. I've got a selection, but the graphics aren't anywhere near smart phone pretty." he said, resting his cheek on the man's body so he could watch them play.
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"Of course Laurence Whateley ! I'm always happy to help my fellow scientists. Gods know I need you all to do my heavy lifting." Neon said with a laugh. "Especially the effects of mochi on infinity energy? That's right up my alley." he added. [break][break]

He gave a nod to Lulu Flint , happy to see her back in the lab after so long a break. She declines the opportunity to eat but he raises his hand nevertheless. "I will. We need to study the effects of this toxic chain on avatars to understand the risks they may pose towards our own. You'll be in charge of handling me." He said to the other two. [break][break]

"We've procured a few pokemon for detoxification purposes correct? I fear the full effects of the mochi may not evident until digested, but we can't risk that. So, I trust you'll assist in making my system puke it back up once we've gotten our data." he added, knocking on the side of his helmet. The LED panel let off pressure and opens up revealing his mouth. "Shouldn't be too hard like this." he added, not really thinking of the risk at the moment.

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It's an odd solution, but Neon is more than happy to oblige, doing his best to dress for the occasion. He arrives to Aurelie's shop a few minutes earlier than intended, excited for the job. "I've actually been meaning to test out the cooling system in my helmet, since it needed repairs!" he said excitedly as he waved at the smithy. Most of his body armor had been left behind minus the tech he wanted to test out, as well as his infinity tracker. [break][break]

He'd been bringing it around so often, perhaps it was time to check in with Amor Rose about the overall health of it. After all, it was made out of tech he'd stolen form the League which the scientist had helped create. [break][break]

"I don't think we've formally been introduced but I'm a huge fan of your work!" he said offering to shake the redhead's hand. "Admin jayden cross , has given me your daggers before as gifts. The blood letting ones especially have been a great boon for my research on avatars!" he said, the LED screen lighting up with a happy smile despite the heat. Idly, one could hear the mechanics inside the helmet kicking up a notch to keep the Beast's brain cool amidst the hot forge.
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"I'm Neon, usually. I've been a beast for..." his expression changed instantly before perking back up to a smile. "Almost two years now? Don't ask why they let me handle a science project this big." he said with a laugh. "Anyway, nice to meet you."

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