She could have sworn that it was him. [break][break]

He had a hard build, and a large one, and she doesn't think that she'd find anything else in this scape of shifting ground and skies. But when her fingers trace along an unfamiliar surface, her ears are perked in alertness, and heeds a man's words as quickly as they get through the ear piece. [break][break]

Aria's always been light on her feet - it's the fear of jumping into something unknown that's stopped and restricted her: and it's something she doesn't have to worry about here. God knows what she'll face up against, but the black space holds as the familiar silence is cut through with a loud roar. [break][break]

"Ah, shit." she clicks her tongue, hand immediately reaching for her belt. Gloved fingers prance over three, and out comes a bright, blue light as an aggron stands in front of her. "Protect!" She orders the pokemon, who raises a blue and green shield as what.. ever creature that stands before them attacks the barrier.


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MP TRACKER

100 MP

> Mission: Interdream (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +40 MP

Inigo del Rosario

☉

Her ears perk. [break][break]

Though, she already felt the vibrations that came with the rocks. Still, she kept her arms stretched out, slightly, as she traverses through the darkness. Whereas he held a gun between fingers, her gloved hands reach for a pokeball. This time, releasing a SALAZZLE who blends a bit too nicely with the darkness. The trainer raises her hand to her lips, with a smile, as to hush the Salazzle as she slinks into the darkness, and to scurry ahead of them. [break][break]

The Salazzle is swift, making work of the walls with sticky fingers and feet. In the darkness, with her lights dimmed, you can barely see her - and she's using that to her advantage. Her little taps are disguised over the grumbling of ROCK SLIDE caused by the AGGRON not far deeper in, much to her contentment. [break][break]

Lavender eyes lock in through the dark, to a figure that moves, attempting to sneak past the large, armored pokemon. Her maw snaps open, shooting out a sizzling FLAMETHROWER towards the trainer and flower pokemon that accompanies them. [break][break]

The crackling of flames can barely be heard by the trainer, but it's enough to briefly light up the cave around where it was released. Meanwhile, the trainer hums, her ears twitching slightly as the flames begin to die out. "Someone's coming over." she squints beneath the blindfold, one hand raised to the ear piece as the other rests against the stone cave. "Careful turning corners."
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> Hey there faelan foxgrove <3
[break]> SALAZZLE uses FLAMETHROWER on faelan foxgrove and BELLOSSOM

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MP TRACKER

70 MP

> Postdorm Bracket +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario
outfit (fully zipped)

☉

"God--" [break][break]

She starts, wincing under the mask that covers her lower face. Her hands raise up to the side of her head, and she presses the base of her hand against the back of her ear. There's still ringing from the bug buzz, so her hearing's shot until it recovers. Well, shit. [break][break]

So she uses that chance to gently press on the earpiece, and opens with "I can't hear shit." before promptly closing the channel. Whether he responds or not, well, she wouldn't be able to hear it past the ringing as her ears try to recover. Two senses are shot, so she opts instead to lightly knock the top of the Metagross' head. The soft, blue glow is about to start again... until the trainer finds herself tipping off and losing her balance. [break][break]

Instead, the blue pokemon slides the trainer off its back, to stumble onto the ground, to rush and jab a BULLET PUNCH into the FLYGON's side as it opens its maw on the WOBBUFFET. Thank god she's coordinated enough with her pokemon, otherwise she'd be better off dead weight. [break][break]

The only one who can't defend themselves is the wobbuffet, so we'll go with that guess.[break][break]

The wobbuffet, in question, scrambles back, just before a red light engulfs him. [break][break]

Back on her feet, and she groans softly, though doesn't dare to move. "Ah, fuck.." She groans in a muffled tone, beneath the mask. Yup, can barely hear herself. The ringing is starting to clear up, but her ears are sensitive enough for them to make her flinch.

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TL:DR;[break]
> METAGROSS uses BULLET PUNCH on FLYGON
[break]> WOOOOOBUFFET screams. in fear. and recalled.
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MP TRACKER

380 MP

> Mission: Clash (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutation +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +50 MP
[break]> Assisting +20 MP
[break]> KO'd Pokemon +50 MP
[break]> "Winning" a battle(?) +200 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario

☉

She's not sorry for being informal. [break][break]

But she will keep herself quiet, just so she can count down the seconds and get this right. A minute isn't a long time, but she imagines it's more than enough for the porygon-z. "Try not to be too overwhelmed in there, alright?" She softly coos to the pokemon, whose flippers raise in the air, proud and rearing to go. [break][break]

The time ticks, and the pokemon is immediately thrusted into the cyber-scape of data. It's surrounded by lines of communication, and tangible coding and strings of messages that, otherwise, would be something so, so irritating to disrupt. But, alas, they can, and now they're here to cause absolute, massive destruction.[break][break]

Within seconds, the porygon-z has started scrambling messages, disrupting lines, hijacking streams and doing everything in between. The blue and red pokemon flickers in and out, travelling and infecting some streams with the same data that makes it so erratic and eccentric - like the virus it is. [break][break]

While the trainer waits. Not anxious, mind, but with the tiniest hint of anticipation and nervousness as the timer ticks down. "Almost there.." She mumbles, tapping her fingers against the thigh of her leg. [break][break]

"How's the lil guy doing in there?" He probably wouldn't be able to see the porygon-z zipping around, but "you can see how much damage they're doin', right?"



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MP TRACKER

70 MP

> Mission: Comms (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +30 MP

Inigo del Rosario

☉

She can't see anything, but she can hear the clashes that follow. [break][break]

Normally, she'd have celebrated the fall of the enemy's dragon-- but that's under normal circumstances. She's about to pull out a pokeball to recall the wounded Hatterene, until her sensitive ears suddenly pick up the buzzing and screeching of a Flygon's BUG BUZZ. The vibrations of the pokemon's wings is not only enough to make the Hatterene lose that last of her strength and fall, but also make the trainer keel over on the Metagross she sat on, hands to her ears and pressing against them in hopes to muffle the sound. [break][break]

"Argh!" she trembles, slightly, as the sound grates her ears. The Metagross, thankfully, isn't too affected by the buzzing - if anything, it was the vibrations, but even that wasn't too much of a problem for the steel pokemon. What bothered them, however, was how the trainer atop of its head was shaking as her ears were being ruptured. [break][break]

The steel pokemon's eyes glow blue, with the intention to attack at the dragon making the noise - only to catch the mega evolution of a mother and its child. The steel pokemon doesn't take any time to mull over, and its blue gaze immediately shifts to the child. When eye contact is established, the child has a blue glow of PSYCHIC around it, and the Metagross lifts it into the air, winding up, and ready to launch it into the depths of ultra space. [break][break]

And, seeing that the trainer is a little occupied, the pokemon reaches for the woman's pokeball to recall the Hatterene in her stead.[break][break]

From its pokeball, a large, blue balloon-like pokemon jumps out. It salutes with a hearty "Woooobuffet!" until it hears the BUG BUZZ, and waves its arms into the air in response. Though, it still takes a look at the situation, and only doing as his trainer has instructed her in the past: setting up a soft, green veil and barrier of SAFEGUARD around itself and its allies.

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TL:DR;[break]
> HATTERENE fainted from BUG BUZZ; protected from CRUSH CLAW
[break]> METAGROSS uses PSYCHIC on KANGASKHAN's BABY
[break]> BABY is thrown into the depths of ULTRA SPACE
[break]> WOOOOBUFFET is hit by BUG BUZZ. How rude.
[break]> WOOOOOBUFFET uses SAFEGUARD
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MP TRACKER

170 MP

> Mission: Clash (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutation +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +40 MP
[break]> Assisting +20 MP
[break]> KO'd Pokemon +50 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario

☉

Surprise, surprise. [break][break]

Not a very fun one, might she add. Ariadne can't witness the hydra that appears as a result of the move, but she can feel the pressure in the air changing as the draconic pokemon takes on the power of the move, leaving the hatterene, as she hovers in the air, vulnerable to the attack. At first, she doesn't bother to move - thinking it's yet another dragon move. She, in all her pink glory, wasn't scared - until an unfamiliar, burning sensation takes to her flesh, and the psychic pokemon lets out an unholy screech as she plummets to the ground (or what wisps made it). [break][break]

Not even the foresight of the Metagross was enough to fully cushion the blow; though they break the eye-link with the trainer to have the blue glow assist in moving an airborne hatterene, she can't fully avoid the hit. [break][break]

Aria knows that scream like the back of her hand, so when she hears it, she instinctively presses against the head of her Metagross, on the verge of running to the psychic pokemon, laid to the ground, wounded with bruises and burns. She can barely move after the super effective hit, and already feels like that's on the verge of collapsing. [break][break]

Frankly, the only thing keeping her standing is adrenaline and pure, unbridled rage. [break][break]

Her? Being taken down by a dragon? Perish the thought. So when the trainer can make out the fuzzy image of a hatterene who can barely stand, she raises her head towards the wounded hydreigon. The rage wells in the trainer, as it does the pokemon, and the hatterene raises the appendage upon her, weakly, scattering a MAGIC POWDER as a metagross' PSYCHIC assists in raising her body.

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TL:DR;[break]
> HATTERENE is affected by METAL SOUND! METAGROSS' is unaffected! (CLEAR BODY)
[break]> METAGROSS uses PSYCHIC on HATTERENE to assist in avoiding VENGEFUL HYDRA!
[break]> HATTERENE is (mostly) hit by VENGEFUL HYDRA! Ouch.
[break]> HATTERENE uses MAGIC POWDER on HYDREIGON.
[break]> ARIADNE cannot witness anything
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MP TRACKER

100 MP

> Mission: Clash (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutation +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +30 MP
[break]> Assisting +10 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario

☉

The sooner they finish, the sooner they can go home. [break][break]

Even if she's sure that someone higher up will have another thing for them to do. Her Metagross pauses in its float and it notices the man pause, lowering itself to the ground to hover, quietly, above whatever surface there was. Though she can only barely see what's in front of them, her ears still pick up the soft click that comes next to her. And there, her eyes adjust through the linked vision, and she grumbles softly, watching the flat shape of a pokeball fly into the air. [break][break]

Thankfully, the shape of a shark appears, and it doesn't take long for her to assume which one has come out. When everything starts to settle in, and she can finally focus on the shapes of people, she gently taps the top of the Metagross' head. "Keep me closer to Tahuna, mmn?" she asks the steel pokemon as her fingers casually prance upon her pokeballs, counting them. [break][break]

They're a few ways away, but her ears are good. She only needs to hear the snarling of a hydreigon, while watching its figure rush towards the sharpedo. "C'mon, girl." she grips, tossing the pokeball to the metagross to spin, and throw it even further into the carnage. [break][break]

And in a light of blue, a hatterene is launched into the fray. the witch scoffs at the display - at all the dragon pokemon - before she realizes that she's thrown in between two pokemon and a third, and a three-headed dragon has the audacity to ram into her using OUTRAGE.. though it was equal to a lighter tackle, that she so violently responds to with a glare. In retaliation, the fairy pokemon emits a bright, pink flash of DAZZLING GLEAM on both dragons.

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TL:DR;[break]
> HATTERENE is thrown into battle
[break]> HATTERENE is hit by OUTRAGE! It doesn't affect her.
[break]> HATTERENE uses DAZZLING GLEAM on HYDREIGON and FLYGON
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MP TRACKER

90 MP

> Mission: Clash (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutation +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP
[break]> Assisting +10 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario

☉

This is going way above her paygrade. [break][break]

The man who's been walking along with her will doubtlessly agree; Rocket hasn't been paying them enough for this ground work, especially considering the risks in this war. Perhaps it's her sheer disconnection with Rocket nowadays, but she doesn't seem to understand why they still continue with this - for the sake of knowledge? For the sake of research? [break][break]

It's sad to say that she doesn't understand Rocket's aim anymore. [break][break]

It's sadder to say she'll feign loyalty if it means getting a roof over her head. So regardless of her stance, she'll continue with her crime, with little regard for those who get caught in the crossfire (it is, she's learned, how the world works). For the sake of both of them, her footsteps are light as she's walking at a pace and, for once, she knows to be quieter and more serious about this venture. [break][break]

Her fingers lightly pinch on the fabric of a man's coat. The last thing she wants is to be separated (she already knows she can be a liability with the distinct lack of sight), and the last thing either of them need is a woman giving away both their locations. [break][break]

Her steps only stop when she feels the hand stretched out before her, and she hears the footsteps directly in front of her, coming to a stop. There's no need for sight when she can already gauge the distance with sight - though the echoes of the cave will forever be the bane of her existence. [break][break]

Quickly, she hides with fingers stretched out to gently touch the rocks. Then, beneath the mask, she takes quiet breaths - until they're barely audible to herself. Her other hand maintains its soft pinch on a man's sleeve as she ducks a tad, lowering her head without a word. [break][break]

For once, she's quiet. [break]
Uncharacteristically so.

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MP TRACKER

60 MP

> Postdorm Bracket +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario
outfit (fully zipped)

☉

The air is dead. [break][break]

It's stagnant, and this emptiness is what saves her from the paranoia and disorientation of shifting colors. Though, if you look closely enough, the specks and shifting background makes the slightest buzzing noise as the white space gradually spreads, consuming the area around her as her senses expand, further, further. [break][break]

The clicking of a hand on metal, and the sound of footsteps in emptiness echo in her closed space - it creates ripples of grey from the source and, though she could never see it with her own eyes, the slight breeze that comes from its waves is enough. "Ah," she wears the smile, fingers tented together with the same, serene expression "There you are." [break][break]

"I'll never understand why you ran in here." her hands lower against her stomach, body weight shifted back in a casual manner, with little regard for the armed woman (she doesn't know she's armed, but she'd be a fool to assume that she isn't). "After all.." her head tilts, the same, calm smile to her lips and blindfold over her eyes "This place is more dangerous than I could ever be." [break][break]

The trumpet is blown, and another ripple dies out before it can hit her - maybe it's too distant, but she can hear it. [break][break]

The white and grey festering is starting to become clearer, and the white noise surrounds her, as the only static figure in the center. The ground begins to shift, uneven, from the everchanging dreamscape. when she reaches to her pokeball, there are sudden flashes - panoramas - of pokemon across the darkness that surrounds her, in a kaleidoscope until it pauses at blue and red by the time her fingers tap on the button. [break][break]

A porygon-z flashes out, the eccentric pokemon twitches, then glitches, then screams in screechy, illegible sound. [break][break]

As does the environment follows, screeching and screaming, with flashing lights of green, blue and red blare as a result of the pokemon's vague, chaotic imagination.

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MP TRACKER

80 MP

> Mission: Interdream (2/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Lydia Magnusson

☉

Well, well, well. [break][break]

Look what we have here? Another ultra space, and from the lack of grunts and groans, she assumes that they didn't find themselves in another one of those hellish, flashing light scapes. When she enters, she feels her body floating, as though the gravity had ceased to exist - and this made her uneasy. It's when she has no solid footing does she groan, and maybe the slightest hint of anxiety surfaces as she grasps her fingers to secure onto nothing. "Mmm.." she hums in distaste, tracing and counting the pokeballs on her belt, before pulling out the second one to bring out a metagross.[break] [break]

They're sturdy, and something solid enough for her to hang onto. So, the woman quickly climbs onto his back, the briefly dropped smile returning to her lips. "Much better~" the Rocket chimes, patting the top of the Metagross upon its head. [break][break]

Still, not being able to see and not being able to find solid grounding to walk on is above her paygrade. "Hey, Tahuna." She lightly presses against their communication piece, attempting to hide the disdain as she instinctively clings closer to the steel pokemon. "You said you saw some people come into the rift?" she hums, shuddering through the suit she wears. It's no sygna suit, but the material does help offset what other pressure she would have felt in ultra space. [break][break]

Not that she'd know what it looked like here. [break][break]

"I like this place less than the other one.." She groans, tapping on the Metagross' head. The pokemon's eyes glow with the blue os PSYCHIC, and is followed by the same glow in the trainer's eyes to share some sight. "Really.. Don't like it here."

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MP TRACKER

70 MP

> Mission: Clash (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]Realm Mutation +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Josh Devlin Andrea Vaneau Inigo del Rosario

☉

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!~" [break][break]

You know, maybe she's having a bit too much fun with this. [break][break]

Regular people will be disorientated. Regular people would have been hit with the acid trip that was one of these distortions in space, but you can't have a visual overload when you can't see at all. So Ariadne, knowing better than to let herself get ahead of herself, has mellowed out her surroundings into yet another, small bubble of pitch black. [break][break]

She was chasing someone here, and they thought they could get away, if they fled into the spooky rip in reality? Aha, not on her watch. So Aria's footsteps echo in her little bubble, once step after another, and with the smile on her lips, you'd think she's the monster of a horror film. [break][break]

She's taking her sweet ass time. [break][break]

"You can't hide forever, darling~" she calls out with a chuckle, ears perked up to catch even the slightest noise. "I'll find you~" she chimes, an artificial eye gleaming in the darkness that surrounds her. "One way or another."

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MP TRACKER

70 MP

> Mission: Interdream (2/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

open

☉

Hah, she could laugh at the sarcasm. [break][break]

She doesn’t so she snickers instead with a smirk on her lips. Her hands raise up, palms open with a shrug, while going back to waiting. A hand lowers to path the top of the twitching pokemon’s head, who’s still raring to go, excited for what carnage they’re able to cause in the name of communication breaches. [break][break]

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll let the expert do his thing~” she raises her hands to begin playing with the arms of the digital pokemon, before humming softly and counting the seconds down. “I’ll be doing it on the dot.” her tone is relaxed as the porygon-z lets out a hearty cry, before allowing the pokemon to lead her towards the entry point as quickly as they could. It’s not too far, thankfully. [break][break]

“And all I do is shove the little guy in to scramble and fry connections?” she hums into the microphone, giving an absentminded glare towards the terminal before her.



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MP TRACKER

70 MP

> Mission: Comms (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Inigo del Rosario

☉

Ah, yes. [break][break]

This adrenaline, with the wind in her dark locks as the breeze hits her mask - this was the rush that she loved so dearly. Unfortunately, it was also a life or death situation, so as much a shame as it is, she can’t enjoy the moment. She may have blinded their pursuers, but neither of them were completely in the clear yet. So quickly, she taps the top of the metagross’ body, urging him to lower close to the water. [break][break]

She quickly throws the porygon-z back into the back of her hood, as the eccentric, glitchy pokemon clings on for dear life when they lower and skim over the surface. Her lips are curled into a smile as they go, a hand raising up to tap on the ear piece with a simple “Roger that~”, as she follows not too far away from the sharpedo that races towards the outskirts. [break][break]

Thankfully, she has eyes on the back of her head, too. The little porygon-z keeps an eye out, ready to inform the trainer of any trainers - and thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be anyone after their little display. As they begin to near the outskirts, she does another nudge (check-in) at her porygon-z, who only lets out a soft, mewling, glitchy cry. Looks like everything is okay. “Hey,” she starts, turning their communication back up “Are you okay after the flash? I didn’t exactly give either of you enough reaction time.”


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MP TRACKER

80 MP

> Mission: Cargo (1/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +30 MP

Inigo del Rosario

☉