While she didn’t like that resorting to violence was the right choice. She could not deny the effectiveness of it “I suppose you are right…” She stated.

“Perhaps, he’d probably have done the same to you though.” She reminded him. Though who would’ve come out of that worse off, was hard to say. Though while she didn’t say it out loud, her money wasn’t on Arashi winning a physical altercation.

The Feraligatr celebrated the victory with its own simulated Rain Dance. The Wartortle joined it in shooting water into the air.

The water was appreciated as the gravity sent it back down upon them, cooling them down. “For now.” She repeated. “Though I get the feeling they’ll just be going somewhere else…” She continued. But that was someone else’s problem.

Poipole, one of these supposed Ultra Beasts that seemed to be the source of many troubles in the region. The pictures she had seen of it suggested shades of purple to be its usual coloration. She continued to scribble until the handle on the door began to jiggle.

Johanna’s eyes shot towards the door, as she halted mid-writing a note. Just in time to see the door open and a flying white and golden creature floating in. It seemed very enthusiastic, chattering in a buzzing language and immediately starting to play with her hair as it floated around her head.

She greeted the creature with a smile, but then her attention turned to the trainer who followed. Though he was tidy, he looked rather sickly. A worried expression spread on her as she eyed the man. Though she quickly pushed that aside as the man apologized, exchanging the worry with an understanding smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” Johanna said. “It is a pleasure to meet you two. I am Johanna Joy.”

Eyes followed the Poipole as it found comfort in the lap of its trainer. Johanna quickly scribbled down the name and specie of the Pokémon on her examination sheet, before she rolled over on her chair, halting in front of the pair. She held her notepad with the examination sheet attached, ready to scribble answers down.

“Okay, to start off with.” She paused for a moment as she considered the wording. “How old is Chunk, here? And have they always had this coloration?” Johanna was ready to scribble as soon as Chu-e would answer.

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They had won. They had survived Judgement day and found themselves upon the cul-de-sac once more. They were soon to be released from this hell and returned to their world.

Or so they all thought

But then Maldacena or whatever their name was revealed their true colors as the maddened scientist they were. Johanna wasn’t surprised, yet she felt foolish as she had thought of him perhaps if just a tiny bit different. The victims of his playtime were given a choice, death or release.

She looked around, a lot of people chose death. But there were still vacant spots. Isaac Merlo tried to pawn his Pokémon to her and nagi miwa, but she shook her head as she said. “You are not the only one who is going.” She turned to nagi miwa “I know this is a lot to ask for. But could you please ensure my friends are well taken care of?”

But as she spoke a Mimikyu jumped out of one of the Pokéballs’ It looked at her. The drawn-on eyes of its baggy Pikachu cosplay glistened with wetness as the creature beneath it cried.

Johanna kneeled down in front of it and spoke with a smile. “It’s going to be okay Cellach. If he is being mean you have my permission to leave him.” The wetness spread throughout the cloth.

Johanna gave the Mimikyu a tight hug. “It’s okay, no shame in tears. But I promise I won’t be gone for long. Remember, death isn’t the end, right?” She placed the Mimikyu down and gave him a wide smile.

Using two of its shadowy appendages, the Mimikyu tried to wipe away tears before returning its gaze to her. It nodded and put on a brave face.



“Haunt you later, then?” Johanna got up and walked toward one of the illuminated spots. Her face ever so slowly distorting due to the immense sadness she was feeling.




She halted just before stepping on, and instead gazed inside where she saw her doppelganger. But it looked a bit weird, not physically but emotionally, as if it both looked forward to and feared the prospect of taking her spot. “So you are going to be the new me, huh? Can I ask something of you? Please look after my friends.” And with that small request made, she stepped onto the illuminated spot and waited for the deletion to begin.

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TLDR:
- Johanna says her goodbyes
- Gives nagi miwa her Pokémon
- Makes a request to her Doppelganger
- Goes into the light

@future

Johanna had been watching the swimsuit contest. Not because she was particularly interested in seeing people in swimsuits, but because she had heard rumors that a particular Rock star would participate.

To be honest, most of the competition had been rather dull, disappointing even. Some hadn’t grabbed her attention at all, and other people like Elinor Anderson had simply tried too hard to the point where it became distasteful. And she’s supposed to be a member of the council. Johanna didn’t see a bright future for Hoenn if that was the case.

Luckily Callan Young was doing a much better job, keeping his acts simple and tasteful, save for the sudden ketchup fetishism he displayed to the audience during one of the later rounds. But nobody was perfect, and to be honest of all the contestants here, she figured he ought to win. And no it wasn’t because she was biased or anything. Her hands clutched onto the newly bought beach towel with the cover art of one of the Teravolt albums spread over it.

Okay, maybe a bit biased. Their music had grown on her.

And so came the audience round, where people would cheer as their favorite contestants took to the scene. Johanna would do her part by jumping up from her seat, with both hands she unfurled the towel and displayed it proudly for all to see as she yelled with great fervor “CALLAN CALLAN CALLAN!”

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(Cheering for Callan Young)

Johanna knew the stories of Bewear’s unrestrained hugs. And yet, Bewear did not deserve such a reputation. That’s why she did not intervene. And the sight of Ruby being hugged was just a cherry on top.

A small chuckle escaped her as she took in the sight. Though she quickly tried to hide that when Ruby was released.

While Ruby brushed herself off, the Bewear gave her some gentle pats upon the top of her head. Before it went over to Johanna and stood by her side. A small twinkle in its eye now that its hug-o-meter had been filled.

Johanna retrieved the Bewear into its Pokéball once more as Ruby commented. “Don’t worry, I promise nobody will know of this.” She spoke in acknowledgment of Ruby’s request.

Like so many others Johanna made her way toward a future unknown.

Digital steps turned into the ashen ground as the hellscape revealed itself to her and her companions. She was not the first, perhaps not even the last. But she would thread into the hellish future all the same.

Eyes fell upon the corpses of Legendary Pokémon, crucified avatars, and strewn about corpses alike. Something in her wanted to recoil and step away. Was it an instinct or was it perhaps the bond between her and the doppelganger that now carried her fear? Either way, the sight did not instill fear, but sadness and sorrow. If this was truly the future to be, was there nothing they could do to stop it?

She felt the sting of ash and decomposition in her mouth as she breathed. It was a bitter taste, but a grim reminder of the world around her, even if she might wish to avert her gaze the world would not let her forget.

And so she shook her head steeling her gaze and resolve. Whether this was a future or not. She had to believe that they could still change it. Giving up was not an option the bodies around them had fought to change their future, and the least she could do was join them in the fight so that this doom would not come to pass.

And as she followed the group, towards the Terminal, she noticed something, someone atop a pile of dead bodies. Her face turned grim. Is that? Her eyes saw the familiar shade of blue hair dangling down like a halted twin pair of serpents upon the rest of the corpses. But alas from this angle she could not confirm the identity of the corpse to which the twin-braided blue hair was attached.

For a moment she halted, she wanted to go over there and check if it was her, but she refrained from doing so, instead continuing with the rest of the group. I guess if this can’t be changed, I WILL go down fighting? She thought, why else would she lie at the very top of the pile? It was a comforting thought, even if it might not be true.

And so she reached the Terminal along with her group. The grim sight of it embedded in a Pokémon she had never seen before, though now its visage had been burned into her mind. Her mind returned to listen to all of their voices, hearing people proclaim Klefki, and Mega Lopunny as their answers, perhaps even some others. Alas, the majority picked the keychain Pokémon. She had to make a choice, and so when the possibility presented itself for her to press the keyboard, she would tap ‘KLEFKI’ into the terminal, just in case they all had to submit.

And she did so just in time as Meteors began to rain down upon them.

Greyson Connors and Callan Young summoned forth barriers to protect them and some other people. Johanna was quick to join underneath their shield as she summoned forth Anat the Blastoise.

“Anat, try to change the course of that Meteor with surf!” The Blastoise nodded confidently. A singly flying rock would surely prove no problem for it. The Blastoise slammed its hands down upon the ground, sending forth water-type energy into the ashen earth.

A few moments later just outside the barrier a torrent of water, the culmination of a giant wave pressed into a smaller beam blasted from beneath the ground shooting with all of its pressurized power toward the nearest Meteor going in their direction.

While it was a fickle hope, Johanna held not the fear to consider using SURF in this manner as a bad idea.

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TLDR:
- Johanna goes through the Hellscape.
- Sees what is presumed her dead body, but does not confirm.
- Joins the group at the terminal. Enters: "Klefki" to be sure.
- Joins underneath Callan Young / Greyson Connors 's barrier.
- Tries to have Blastoise use a pinpoint pressurized SURF attack to alter the course of one of the Meteors going in their direction.

@future

It wasn’t often that Johanna found herself in the Rocket Base. But with the MAGMA-program churning, she had to start providing some tangible proof that she was worth keeping around outside the whole affiliation to a powerful family.

And so she had accepted to study a most curious specimen brought in by one Chu-e Choi, a superior of hers from what she understood.

For today’s examination, she had borrowed one of the many examination rooms that were to be found within the laboratory facility of the Rocket HQ. Clad in a standard lab attire, which felt a bit odd as she hadn’t worn an attire like that in ages.

While she waited for the subject of her study to appear. She jolted down notes, thoughts, and questions upon a pad of paper.

While the fighting had died down now on both sides, enough that the furious haze of the Trevenant lifted in favor of the shameful realization that it had caused more problems than good was. Shamefully it returned to its Pokéball all while its trainer was busy fighting a battle of her own.

And for a brief moment, it almost felt like she was getting there.

And then the Sirens came blaring, the Ambulance finally reached its destination as it pulled up by the side of the situation. Paramedics quickly took charge of the situation, gently pushing Johanna away to take care of the wounded.

Johanna was all too glad to accept their proposition and put some distance between them as she watched them do their work, the work she ought to have been able to do.

Caught in a whir of information. Johanna felt overwhelmed once more. This Universe, no THE destruction of all universes, and it was all because of them? Would she truly somehow become such a disgrace that she would somehow help the end of times come along?

As if the missing parts of an abdomen weren’t enough, she suddenly found herself pulled down into the trenches of despair. All she had wanted in her life was to not be a disgrace to her family, and now this. No, this person had to be wrong. Her emotions are painted with broad strokes in both facial expression and body language. One wrong tip and she was sure to tip into an outright anxiety attack.

And then Nothingness, as the robotic voice proclaimed the third scan’s succession. Confusion for a moment, for she knew what she was supposed to be feeling right now. It was a feeling she had known throughout her life as a constant companion, it was a feeling she had felt mere moments ago. The Dread of Disappointment was gone, or perhaps it was fear in its most pure form gone? Thinking about it, this place wasn’t so scary, was it? Sure there were deadly Porygon, weird body scans, and information enough to overload your mind. But was that truly so scary? If it was, she could no longer feel it.

For a moment she looked down, only to see her doppelganger who had now gotten the pleasure of her old friend. She gave it a smiling wave completely ignoring any words it might say before letting her attention move to the new paths made for them.

Quickly, she figured that she should capitalize on this new sensation of being free of fear. And so she charged onto the TERMINAL 6 bridge with the fervor of a woman who knew no fear, no longer even trying to hide the deleted abdominal area. Come hell or high water she would get through this. The future was nothing to be afraid of.


TLDR:
- Is emotionally overloaded with info
- FEAR is deleted
- Charges into TERMINAL 6: FUTURE

@future

A voice reached out to her. Eyes glancing toward it, she saw the terrifying view of Isaac missing a good chunk of his head. But she didn’t scream, she could not. She controlled the urge to give into the panic, fearing that her wounds might worsen, even if she felt NOTHING from them right now.

“Yeah, we really do, don’t we?” She replied with a nod, and tried to smile, though the smile was turned towards Isaac Merlo ‘s Pokémon, who looked rather worried. “Thank you for protecting us. I am sure I would be way worse off if it hadn’t been for you.” Her Trevenant wasn’t out right now, so she figured giving thanks on its behalf was alright.

And so while Isaac, and to some degree, Johanna regained their bearings. It seemed Isaac overheard something. Figuring she had nothing better to do, she followed along quietly. Clutching her missing Abdomen for the ever-present fear that it would start hurting.

She watched as Isaac offered the TERMINAL 03 file to the machine, and figured she would do the same, perhaps it was like last time when they all had to answer. If the Machine would have the file, she would offer it to it, popping right after Isaac.



TLDR:
- Replies to Isaac, and tries to comfort Duster
- Offers her File to the Machine (if it wants it)

For all its efforts Trevenant failed in trying to protect Johanna. But it didn’t realize this for a moment, even as she writhed in dull pain in its arms. His focus had been on counter-attacking, only when the Xurkitree deleted itself did the Trevenant’s singular eye look down upon the writhing flame of its trainer.

It shook its wooden head in panic as he gently placed Johanna on the ground before taking stock of the damage. Somehow a wire had managed to take a huge chunk of her front abdomen, by some miracle it dodged the spine. But still, it was serious.

Johanna grimaced in pain from each movement as her body screamed that something was missing from her. Her breathing was heavy as sweat fell like a waterfall all over her body. “It, it’s okay Hauke, it doesn’t hurt that much. I’ll be fine.” Johanna pushed herself up from the ground, though the Trevenant tried to stop her from exerting herself. But at the same time, it didn’t want to use force on her, so it failed in stopping its trainer.

It felt weird, standing with parts of the abdomen gone. Leaving behind not gore, but simple non-existence where it all used to be. Using her arms, she tried to cover the hole. “See, I am alright, stop worrying.” But she knew if these wounds were still there when she got out of this digital world, she would soon join her Trevenant and Mimikyu as a Ghost-type.

And then as if some force compelled it. Trevenant was pushed back into its Pokéball against its wish. Johanna looked worried, fear-stricken she looked around for what was to come, and then poof, dragged into the data stream.

While she didn’t want to, she couldn’t help but try and perceive her surroundings in this stream. And there she noticed her doppelganger staring dead-eyed back at her. Before she could even attempt an interaction, she found herself rematerialized back at the main terminal.

Overwhelmed by it all, she had to take a breather, closed her eyes, and let everyone else do the talking for a moment as she tried to find her center once more, arms clutching and hiding the severely missing abdominal area.



TLDR:
- Johanna interacts with Trevenant, realizes she's missing the abdominal area.
- Sucked back to the main terminal.
- Just takes a breather.

@terminal3group

With Nidorina caught the two trainers continued on the path.

The more Johanna saw of this place, the more it became evident that this place was beyond lost to them. Pokémon was roaming about as if this was but another part of nature. Mint had to deal with a Bisharp of all things.

Luckily Johanna took some safe distance to the class, protected in kind by her Bewear. However, she would not be left alone for long. A little Trubbish waddled up to her. A bag of trash in hand. It greeted her kindly and then rummaged through its bag of trash only to find a treasure, which it would kindly offer her.

What it retrieved was an egg, somehow still whole.

“Uh, thanks?” Johanna said nervously as she took the egg. These were indeed trying times, so she appreciated it.

The Trubbish then pointed at one of her Pokéballs.

“Do you want to join my team?”

It nodded enthusiastically.

And so she took the red and white sphere, gently nudging it against the living pile of treasure in front of her. Activating its capture mechanism.



OOC: Capturing the Trubbish.

What comments Johanna might’ve wanted to say were choked out of her when the Bewear hugged her. And then it let go of her, only to set its sights upon Ruby.

Ruby seemed less inclined to partake. But Bewear would have the hug, one way or another. And its peripheral vision was good enough to notice the lounging Delphi. There would be no help for its trainer as far as it could see.

“I am sorry Ruby… But can’t stop it when it wants hugs.” Johanna admitted. Though whether it was the truth, was debatable.

And with that the Bewear sped up, ominous steps increased as it hug-charged at Ruby. Arms wide open, ready to take her into its warm fluffy arms. Should he succeed in hugging the ill-tempered Rocket, she would find the hug to be surprisingly gentle. As if it assumed that her rough exterior was a way to hide a soft interior.