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For the most part, he manages to lend proper firing cover to his comrades, even if he didn't know all them quite as well as
Genevieve Cromwell . Still, it's not good enough to protect everyone. A few stray Ultra Beasts smash their stealth rocks into him knocking him off balance and shredding his already thin, short kimono. Blood trickles and the bruises begin to show immediately on his fair skin. Porcelain broken and weakened from the suffering the prison had put him through. He's smashed backwards, away from the chaos surrounding the
OGERPON. He barely sees the flurry of friendly fire and calls out a weak,
"Stop it! We need to work together-" his words are cut short with a choke as the floor gives way an they all begin to fall. Shock freezes his body like a deerling in headlights, but where his mind falters, his body takes over. [break][break]
Honed, muscle memory spreads into the temporary tendrils sprouting out the knot around his back. His breathing hitches but the tendrils move to protect their temporary master, expanding and stabbing into rock for leverage, adjusting his body and trying to lessen the effects of gravity. The chains expand as far as they can, reaching towards the ground while the top two curly protectively aorund him. Sharp points smash into the ground and the ends attached to Paxton are allowed to let him fall only to yank him upwards as if ready to slingshot him. The movement is rough, but the chains wrap tighter before yanking him back down. And so Paxton bounces seemingly on nothing, trying to expend momentum before he's deposited on the ground, light headed and breathing fast, but alive and walking. [break][break]
That's the last act they do as it seems, as Paxton gathers his bearings and sees sight of his beloved partner, Joules,
AZELF's EXPANDING FORCE hits, cutting off his toxic chains. Well, better down here than mid drop. He doesn't have time to think on it too hard, as debris and people fell all around him.
"annalise henderson !" he screamed trying to break her fall. He braces himself, breathing hard as his Magnezone wakes and races towards him. leading the rest of his team back. Hearing his screams of concern his Dragapult zip[s forward, trying to catch onto the blonde's kimono and help lessen the impact of her fall on his trainer. [break][break]
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"I told you I'd cover you." He responded, gruffly as he wheezed in relief. But it's not over as another girl follows her lead, so close to Anna's.
"Shit!!" As Annalise rights herself he positions himself under
Mimi Hirose ready to grab her. This time Hopper, his Porygon
TELEPORTS to her side gently poking her arm before transporting her into the cradle of arms that was Paxton's outstretched limbs. Then there's a pop. He's flushed, panicked and bleeding, but still holds strong when Hopper deposits his charge and he helps set her down as well.
"Let's get the fuck out of here, kid." He shakes, arm limp as it remains out of his socket and he struggled to remember how to walk. His Magnezone inspects the arm, sensitive before Paxton with one arm, pops it back in. Pain radiates out of him in a guttural scream. Safe to say, he's not using that ar anytime soon. [break][break]
He returns all his pokemon for now moving quickly to find the exit and ignoring everything else unless somebody called out to him. He was feeling way better mentally, but his body was showing signs of disrepair. It's only natural after a week of barely nourishing mochi, hard labor, and uncomfortable sleep. He's quick to investigate the adjacent rooms staring hard and nervous at the megalopolans. He's not sure what the grabber arms do but he's not intent on finding out.
"I just want my stuff." he said, arms up slightly though his expression was a harsh glare. [break][break]
"And to not be eaten alive." he added, suspicious of the megalopolans and their intentions. Though, it was strange they were all....very very young or...very very old. As someone gives him what he points at, grey sweatpants he eagerly pulls over his bare legs and ties together he asks,
"Are you people...hostages? Why haven't you left yet it's all going to shit anyway?" he questioned. [break][break]
As he tries to speak it seems futile to interact. Various human colleagues rightly fuck that up either beating the aliens (
freya morningstar ), or attempting to kidnap their young (
ameena abadi ). He doesn't interfere. The equipment msut be returned and if the megalopolans eat a random sociopath for daring touch their young they'd be right to do so. As
Yuina Higashi attempts to plead with them, he tries to assist, gruff as he may look.
"It's fine if you don't know any of this. They are the young and elderly. Please get out-" the sounds of crashing and dynamxing, rumbling and screaming fill the air.
"This is going to get ten times worse, and I doubt these- " and he points at their tech.
"Grabber things will help you any. You need your Ultra Beasts." he is silent before adding.
"We have General Smohke in custody, and while they are valuable to us, there are many among us who would see you as not." The waring is unspoken. If they stay, they'd be massacred. He looks to
Michael Davis . A cannibal was still a cannibal. And with so many of them, they could still be a threat in their hungry state. Especially when most of them were bleeding or bruised from their escape efforts. Even now he tries to ignore the glistening of eyes as he moves around them. [break][break]
He doubts the hostages, or those he thinks are hostages, are of any help to them now. Whether or not they answer Yuina's questions is irrelevant, he sets to work. He's an investigator after all. He looks around high and low searching for anything somebody may have abandoned but not disposed of. Lost paperwork, manuals of the ship they're in, notes left, loose equipment hidden or tossed aside. Even something broken would be fixed by someone in their science department.
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