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Johanna listened to the woman’s explanation. Not that it made much sense to her, she hadn’t heard of these space-time distortions before, which she should probably be grateful for. Alas, Little time was afforded her for further questioning as the Alpha Dusknoir appeared.
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The Dusknoir took stock of the situation. Two victims to be had. Two people who had intruded upon its sanctuary. They were to be removed. A blue glow surrounded the Alpha, mixing in with the red hue that already covered it.
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The girl summoned a Hydreigon. Johanna nodded in approval, it looked strong. It was immediately sent out to fight the Alpha. “Alright, sticking together sounds like a good idea.” She responded before turning to her Mimikyu. “Cellach, cover her Hydreigon!” Johanna commanded her Mimikyu using its nickname which she had grown so accustomed to saying.
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The Mimikyu immediately went into action. A shadow tentacle stretched from underneath the Pokémon’s Pikachu-disguise and moved at incredible speed towards the Dusknoir. It extended off the ground and up to the Dusknoir as the strike prepared to land, but the shadow tentacle stopped just short of hitting as the same blue glow suddenly appeared around Mimikyo. The shadow fell to the ground, dispersed.
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The Dusknoir was about to turn and deal with the second attacker when it realized the Hydreigon was closer than expected. So close in fact that whatever attack it used hit. It roared in annoyance. Stomach-Mouth opened wide as shadowy energies gathered into a ball. It prepared to fire it at the Hydreigon as quickly as it could.
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TLDR: Mimikyu used Shadow Sneak, but Dusknoir used Disable. Then Hydreigon hit with “x” move and Dusknoir is now trying to hit it with Shadow Ball.

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Megan Whitmore

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Blessed with suck, but I won't stop!

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Johanna had a look of surprise upon her when someone actually responded to her. She had hoped but not expected that to happen. She looked towards the voice and saw a woman around her age accompanied by a weird…. Was that an Arcanine? “Another one of these?” Johanna’s surprise turned into a puzzled expression.
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She moved a bit closer to the woman, she seemed to know this phenomenon. Fighters, huh? She thought. So there was some degree of danger with this phenomenon. She retrieved two Pokéballs from her pocket, quickly letting the two Pokémon out. At first, a sad little Pikachu-look-alike formed, its ‘head’ hanging dejectedly for a second. It looked around in confusion then towards its trainer. The other one materialized soon after. Blue skin and wavey tail are the easiest details to recognize as he Wartortle came to be. It looked around, expecting some sort of danger to be around.
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“You seem to have experienced this before, do you know what this is?” She asked. She didn’t look at the girl, but rather their surroundings, she expected something dangerous to pop up now that she was told to summon her fighters!
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The girls wouldn’t get much time to talk. Not long after, a damning howl echoed through the streets, as if dissidents of hell had emerged and formed into one being. From one of the buildings did a form slowly seep through its walls. First its hands, then its cyclopean head, and then, at last, its big round body mouth agape in hunger. At last, the Pokémon had fully formed, the towering Dusknoir ready and willing to attack. Whatever had angered it had bathed it in a red evil glow!
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OOC: ALPHA Dusknoir Entered the Arena!

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Megan Whitmore

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Blessed with suck, but I won't stop!

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Slateport. Being back here so soon after the incident with Arlo felt odd. She had some Grunt business she needed to attend to, hopefully, her departure hadn’t been noticed by her mother once more. Well, she was an adult, she could go where ever she pleased. She had to remind herself of that. Anyhow, the weather was fair, the sun shone brightly but lacked in warmth as she walked down the forgotten streets of the Slateport outskirts.
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But as she walked past abandoned houses, rubble, and whatnot, a loud thunder bellowed from somewhere. And then a strong gust of wind slammed into her, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground. With a loud thud did she hit, but luckily her arms and back took most of the fall, the pavement took the rest.“What was that?” Johanna mumbled as she pushed herself up from the ground, small jabs of pain caused her to flinch as she did so. She gently wiped away the dust and dirt from her punk-rock-looking outfit. She looked around. Her long blue twin-tails swaying in the process.
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While she didn’t see an obvious perpetrator, something about the whole area seemed off. The street didn’t look the same, the houses seemed newer, but at the same time when she tried to focus upon them, they didn’t, as if they were switching between the old and the new? “What the…” The sight of crackling lightning soon followed by bellowing thunder flew past her somewhere far above. As she looked up into the sky, all she saw was some distorting swirling forcefield that had encompassed what seemed to be an otherwise large area. “Is anyone else seeing this?” She asked in confusion, as she looked around hoping to find someone else to share this very peculiar situation.

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OOC: Partaking in this mission.

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Megan Whitmore

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She gave a small squeamish smile at Arlo’s ‘your welcome’ even drunk it was still nice that there was some civility to be found in the world. “Uh… It just got a bit too much in there.” She said her words half stumbled out of her mouth. “And my friends they uh, went to do something else.” She spoke, her voice quickly turned a mix of drunken sadness and sourness. “Well, actually they aren’t my friends more like acquaintances, but, yeah.” And now she was rambling.

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Her rambling only ended when Arlo said it was cold and magically slipped his grey hoodie off and offered it to her. She looked at it a bit confused, not exactly sure what to do. But in the end. She cautiously accepted it. She fumbled a bit with it as she pulled it on. It was nice and warm, it kind of reminded her of a hug. She chucked a bit, that was a strange thought.

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She listened again as he introduced himself as Arlo a Ranger, though was still new. “Thanks again… Arlo... Can I call you Arlo?” She asked. She was so used to formality that even if she was drunk and barely staying up on her feet, she still wanted to get the names right. Arlo then offered to help her home, since she seemed pretty done with Partying, which he would be right about. He then also made a small comment about the clear need for vomiting, and by then she could hold it down no longer. With panic in her eyes did she look for the nearest trashcan, she found one a few steps away, she ran for it hoping to Arceus that there wasn’t a poor unfortunate Trubbish or Garbodor within it as she bent over and released the content of her stomach down into it.

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Once her stomach was empty she tried to spit out the taste for a bit, but no matter how much she tried it stuck. “Ugh.” She took some deep breaths, looking as nauseous as ever, at least now she knew there was no more content to be found. With an erratic hand, she removed the bang of blue hair which kept jumping in front of her vision, and turned to Arlo… “S…Sorry.” She looked at the shirt assuming that she might have hit it, even though she couldn’t see anything.

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“I don’t live here… And I don’t have the keys to the hotel room we were staying at…” She admitted in defeat. With puppy-eyes, she looked upon Arlo and continued. “And I don’t want to see them again.” Having been abandoned by them within the club had soured her outlook on them. “I know I shouldn’t ask this of you, it might be weird… And I get if you don’t. But do you perhaps have somewhere I can crash?” She rambled again, her drunken stupor letting the words flow past the initial embarrassment. Her head was starting to pound, and she suddenly felt a whole lot warmer.

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@arlo

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Their first stop was the entryway. Right at a spot where she had been many times throughout her life. A picture hung framed in between the two straight-edged stairways. Johanna couldn’t remember how many times she had looked upon this picture and the picture before it. Though she knew it was all just in her mind it always felt like both pictures had judged her in some way. Her grandmother’s judgment had been a cold one, one biased towards disappointment and failure. However, her mother’s had been different. Johanna knew her mother didn’t want her to fail, yet that just made it all the worse when she did.

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With almost puppy-like eyes did she look towards her mother as she spoke. She couldn’t imagine herself, or rather her portrait, hanging there. That spot was her mother’s no matter how much she tried she wouldn’t be able to replace her like that. Yet, with a small but heavy breath, she nodded. She knew it was a childish notion, her mother would die as everyone does at some point, and she would just have to be ready by then, her feelings be damned.

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But the picture wasn’t the only thing Johanna had to be shown. Edith led on towards another room, this one on the first floor of the house. Tucked away from nosey servants or Johanna by lock and key. She had barely seen the insides all but once in her life. But today seemed to be the day where she would get to properly take it in. And as they entered she did just that. Eyes darting around looking at all the historic items that were tactfully placed around the room. But the items didn’t keep her attention for long as her eyes befell the wall decorated with numerous portraits.

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Her eyes immediately fell upon one of the only recognizable faces there. Her grandmother. But she moved on as her mother pointed at the various paintings, each time pointing precisely upon them and uttering their name. With each one she noted the particular features they all had in common, the hair, the skin, though hard to tell from the paintings Johanna figured they most certainly would share her mother’s towering height as well. An empty pit formed in her stomach, with each painting she felt more and more estranged. She wasn’t a Joy, she had neither the hair nor the height.

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But then her mother reached a painting she hadn’t noticed before, either by willful ignorance or by biased. While the person shared the same hair, one particular difference was the person’s gender. If Edith spared a glance at Johanna she’d see a woman perplexed. The revelation had just torn a huge crack in all she thought about her family. While she heard the words she didn’t truly register them at first. But then her mother made her turn her attention to another picture, this one didn’t belong here. The pink hair which was one of, if not the biggest, pride and joy of the Joy family was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it had been replaced with a shade of deep green.

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Johanna didn’t notice it at first, but her hand instinctually moved to whisk away the bang of blue hair which kept creeping in front of her vision, she tried to move it behind her ear, gently caressing her hair in the process. She listened to her mother’s last words about tradition. She even used her nickname, which happened very rarely.

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Johanna looked away from the painting and onto her mother. Her eyes beamed with uncertainty and her arms hugged around her stomach in search of some measure of comfort. “I… I don’t know what I want.” She admitted, a pang of defeat in her voice. “All I know is that I want to live up to the expectations that you and grandmother had for me.” While the pit in her stomach had subsided for a brief moment at the revelation of the male Joy and the Deep green-haired Joy. It now reared its ugly head again. She almost wanted to cry, though she knew it wouldn’t befit her to do so right now. “But, even taking into account that I don’t fit the mold perfectly. I am not sure I can ever live up to those expectations.” Was this the first time she admitted that? She didn’t know. While saying the words weighed heavily upon her. The pit in her stomach grew slightly smaller.

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edith joy

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The panic grew increasingly as the guy wouldn’t let go of her. For a brief moment, she considered trying to punch him as a way of getting away. But then she remembered that one very graphic episode of CSI: Mauville, and how that had ended. She wasn’t going to do violence, she couldn’t. And then as if by some miracle, another person stepped in between her and the assailant.

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She felt her arm being let go. The opposing force she had used to try to get away, sent her into a stumble. Luckily she didn’t fall, but it took her a moment to make the world stop moving as if she had suddenly arrived on a ship. She had been so busy trying to get her bearings again, that she hadn’t even seen the punch land. But she certainly heard it, and when her attention turned back to the two men and her hero. Her hero was already doing a lecture on the creepiness of their behavior.

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Johanna stayed behind her hero, as he requested. She didn’t want to engage with the two, and actually just wondered if she ought to just go and let her would-be savior behind. Alas, she could not move her feet out of fear that if she did she would fall out of sheer dizziness. Instead, her arms moved into a hug of comfort for herself, trying not only to get some measure of warmth but safety as well.

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The lecture didn’t seem to affect the two men other than making them a bit more annoyed. It was clear that while the younger man was far more eager for a fight, they weren’t there for that. And with a heavy hand placed firmly upon the shoulder of the younger, the older man stopped his partner-in-crime from engaging. “Look, she’s clearly an adult...” He said but realized his argument wasn’t going to work on Arlo. “We weren’t going to do anything, we just wanted to have a good time. But fine, you can have her if you want!” Clearly, the older guy was trying to sow some distrust between Johanna and her hero upon their way out. The older man began to leave, dragging the younger one with him in the process.

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And with the danger out of the way. She looked upon her savior. Had he not just saved her, then she would’ve lumped him together with the two others, he certainly seemed like the type. “Uhm… Th…” She was about to speak, but with all things that had happened she was overwhelmed and the content of her stomach tried to force itself out. With a quick hand to her mouth and some willpower, she stopped it. But it only made her more nauseous. “Thank you.” She finally got the words out once her stomach had decided to calm down.

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@arlo

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The sound of some weird techno-funk music was booming through speakers bathing the crowded nightclub in a headache-inducing rhythm. Where it not for the liqueur, Johanna would have much preferred to be anywhere but here.
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But alas, Johanna sat comfortably in a sofa-of-sorts in one of the ‘VIP’ corners. Her upper body bent over the table that she and her companions had been granted upon their arrival. A wave of steadily increasing nausea was making itself apparent within her body, yet the drinks kept going down. For any onlookers, It would be a very familiar story! She’d been invited by some ‘friends’ on a trip to Slateport, the excuse was an educational trip to the museum. But when a group of five similarly aged rich girls take a trip to Slateport, there was only one thing that would happen and that was drinking, partying and all around getting messed up.
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Johanna was reaching the messed-up part, but that was more so due to her inexperience with alcohol. She’d had been giving her more experienced company a run for their money in the drinking department. But now, as they had either gotten nauseous, gone dancing or found other company she found herself alone at the table.
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“hic…” She looked up from her table, vision blurry head heavy. Small drops of sweat formed upon her forehead. Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? The heat bothered her more than it should. A need for fresh air made itself known to her. She got up from her seat, faster than she should have, as her vision blurred and her body became wobbly. She took a second to compose herself, closing her eyes and praying nausea away. But when her eyes opened, she was still in the club, the music was still beating and the flickering lights of the dancefloor flew about haphazardly.

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She quickly grabbed her purse, checked that everything was still in there, Pokéballs, wallet, etc. It was all there. She then left the nightclub, walking outside and forgetting her jacket in the process. The colder wind only made her nausea worse, and for once she became acutely aware of how little her attire covered. But alas the black tank-top, which did little to cover anything but her chest, and the tight black pants had seemed like a good idea to begin with compared with the more alluring or outlandish outfits of her acquaintances. But now, without a jacket, she was shivering like an abandoned Growlithe.
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Lost and confused she looked around. Hoping that she might see one of the people she had arrived with. Unfortunately, she did not. Though there was a bunch of people outside the entrance to the place. She decided to get a bit away from the blaring music and the ever-growing crowd even though the clock was reaching midnight. Unfortunately for her, she was not allowed respite, but instead two men approached her, one of them looked to be around her age, but the other one could’ve probably been her fathers’ age.
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“Are you alone?” The younger one asked immediately followed by a “What’s a little thing like you doing out here?” By the older one. She took a step back quickly realizing that they had blocked her passage back to the club.
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“I am just taking some fresh air.” She stuttered nervously. Her blue braided-twin-tailed hair bobbed from side to side as she looked each man in the eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” She said then quickly tried to dodge past them. Alas, she didn’t get far as the younger man grabbed her arm forcefully as he said. “Hey, we know a place that’s much more entertaining than that ol’ dump.” He smirked. She was scared and tried to wiggle herself out as she said. “LET GO OF ME!” Her voice grew louder as she tried to get out of the iron grip but to no avail. And nobody seemed to be on their way to save her.

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@arlo

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It was a dark and eerily quiet night, not a cloud upon the starry sky. Though in the air a slight chill hang, tightly clinging to any all that dared to walk outside at this time of the night.
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Johanna stood, just at the edge of the Petalburg Woods, behind her she could see the flickering lights of the city adding a stark contrast to the deep dark blackness of the forest. She was leaning gently up against one of the trees as she looked down upon her PokéGear and trembled. Even clad as she were in a nice thick jacket, and some pretty thick black pants, appropriate for the season she still felt the icy chill in the air. She wondered if it had been warmer to keep her blue hair flowing, rather than braided into the usual twin-tailed style she enjoyed so much, one little bang hanging energetically in front of her.
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The light of her PokéGear screen gave her some measure of comfort in the otherwise creepy atmosphere. Upon the screen was a message, which she had read about a thousand times by now. It was the mission details. Supposedly Team Rocket wanted to expand their territory within the forest, and it was supposed to be done at night, as close to midnight as possible. She found that kind of odd. She figured they were probably just testing her willingness to work with them and her ability to follow orders. Given that she had to fly over here, which wasn’t cheap, she felt a bit annoyed by that thought and hoped that at least whomever they decided to team her up with would be some nice company for tonight’s mission.
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She removed her gaze from the screen and looked around. Another shiver ran down her back. “Is it getting colder?” She mumbled quietly, more to herself than to anyone else. Not that there was anyone here yet, she most certainly couldn’t see anyone.

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@ronnie

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She knew she sounded selfish, she almost certainly was being selfish. Still, she had made her feelings on the matter known to her mother. She still wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be married at all. But she knew that option simply didn’t exist for someone like her.
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She listened as her mother’s words were spoken, informing her of the very ponderings she had done before her failed attempt at diplomacy, alas little did it reveal other than her mother’s benevolence in letting Johanne pick between the candidates. She gave a small thoughtful nod. It was true, maybe she could learn to love whomever her mother picked if she was forced to do so. Maybe her issue laid not in the marriage or the partners but the pressure of expectations placed upon her. She would have to mull it over later. Either way she figured she had said enough, instead replied with appropriate silence.
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Her mother then decided that a change of scenery was in order. Johanna looked bewildered for a moment but became acutely aware that she had forgotten both the tea and what little food was left on the table, but as her eyes fell upon it she didn’t feel thirsty nor hungry.
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She got up at her mother’s command. She allowed a quick hand to run down the dress she wore to remove any wrinkles and whatnot that might’ve gotten onto it as they had been conversing. She still had to look presentable even if her mood wasn’t exactly the best.
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Johanna followed in her mother’s steps. Like a trained Growlithe she stayed a step or two behind allowing her mother to lead the way. Similarly, her Happiny followed along behind her making sure the two other Pokémon followed as well, but further away to not inconvenience Johanna or her mother. And as they walked Johanna’s eyes darted around. Trying to figure out where her mother would take them, but another thought, no, a question popped into her mind. Did she actually want all this?

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edith joy