Klaus's hands found his hips, his weight idly shifting between either foot as he observed the swarm before him. All around wisps of white filled the air, downy feathers of cloud spinning on the breeze to litter the ground in plush cotton.
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"Alright," Klaus murmurs, his hand eventually slipping into his pocket to retrieve a pokeball. "Let's help clear them out. Or something." Tossing the pokeball in his hand before catching it in a haphazard manner, he releases his Lapras to thin the flock.
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+ Altaria swarm!

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A soft chirr from Klaus's Litwick once struck has the small candle in his arms, his brow furrowing and his voice gentle as he murmurs an almost inaudible, "Hey." He strokes along the side of the pokemon's deteriorating body, bits and bytes sloughing away until naught remains but empty air between his hands.
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There isn't much time to mourn - Maldacena gives some explanation that the cloud can't handle returning them to the outside. Klaus scoffs, an incredulous, "The fuck," spilling from his lips. He looks further bewildered when people actually step up for said deletion.
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Was this a joke?
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Klaus peers at the nearest ray of light, his expression immediately shifting into shock at the practically rabid duplicate that swipes in his direction. He stumbles back for good measure, putting several feet of distance between himself and the image.
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Absolutely not.

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+ Loses his Litwick oh noes [break]
+ Does NOT sacrifice himself

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A perfunctory nod is offered in return to Cillian Quinn, the young man's stance surprisingly solid.Someone spouts the answer to the riddle, though his brow furrows in confusion as he eyes the visual clue. How the hell they managed to come to that conclusion is beyond him.
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Klaus's attention is soon captured by the egg which appears, his eyes blinking slowly and head tilting faintly to the side; its surprise isn't hidden for long as Unknown begin to swirl out and attack the group.
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He hums once, the scene unfolding into chaos once more as Hidden Power attacks begin to fly across the air. Pursing his lips, he unpockets his last pokeball and releases his Litwick, his head tipping towards the impending attacks to direct, "Protect."
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(salac)

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+ Has his Litwick use Protect against the Hidden Powers [break]
+ Using Salac

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Klaus's eyes glaze. There's a lot going on. He's missing the junction of his shoulder and neck, a gaping hole which dips down past his clavicle at the front and near the tip of the shoulder-blade in back; morbidly fascinated with this development, Klaus passes his hand through the empty space and promptly pulls both his hands to his mouth to keep from vomiting.
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Taking deep gulps of air, oblivious to the relative chaos and torrent of information flowing around him - something about they're going to die. The universe is going to die. It's all too much. Panic rises in his throat again, the taste of bile prevalent, before it all simply... vanishes.
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Glancing at his hands, Klaus slowly lowers them before finally listening to the sounds around him. After a moment's thought, he easily decides the past is good enough. With that, he moves to Terminal 04.

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+ Loses the junction of his shoulder from the Reshiram attack [break]
+ Loses his anxiety from the third scan [break]
+ Goes to Termial 04 (the past)

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The furrow along Klaus's brow eases minutely as Beau assures him; he blinks once as he's winked at, his gaze swiftly averting to the egg pokemon held in his arms. "I-" he begins, his voice abruptly cut off as he's gently teased and then finds an arm slung around his shoulders.
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The pink dusting his cheeks darkening, Klaus's heart rate ratchets upwards, resulting in his arms unconsciously clutching the Togepi tighter. In response, the Togepi fusses, and then shrieks. Nearly fumbling the pokemon out of his grasp, Klaus bites out a frustrated, "For fuck's sake."
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"You take it," he demands desperately, the Togepi unceremoniously shoved into Beau's arms while snatching up the silver bells to free the other man's hands.
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Uncaring of his trainer's distress, Froakie looks thoughtfully over the Applin and the makeshift bunker; putting a webbed foot to his little jaw, the Froakie observes the construction with a critical eye and then purposefully bounds over. Pushing papers here, and shoving them there, he soon begins to mold spires of bubbles from the mantle around his neck, creating impressive little arches for his newest friend.

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+ Beau Fontaine

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