"I prefer to be the one doing the flinging~" Xenon cockily retorts as Kazimir dives into cover, snickering at the futility of it all whilst the fight continues. The Scolipede's attack lands solidly while Gengar's attack just barely whiffs due to a series of acrobatic maneuvers from the opposing Dragalge, a Smokescreen is deployed while they set up for something and the Incineroar makes itself the biggest target available. It was obviously a distraction of course, but Xenon felt more than prepared for whatever this loser had to throw at her, for now she'd take the bait and focus down Kazimir's Incineroar to try and take one more piece off the table in the meantime.
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"Come on now, if you really didn't want to do any serious harm you probably should have just gotten down and cowered in fear with the rest of these losers! You gotta commit to your actions once you start, all this halfhearted BS isn't gonna get you any respect from any respectable women!" All eyes are on the Incineroar now as Xenon's Gengar fires off a Focus Blast straight to the chest, while her Scolipede moves in for the kill as it skitters across the ground and whips off another Aquatail at its flank from the right. The Smokescreen made it a little harder to aim, but its certainly hard to miss when you're roaring and announcing yourself for everyone to see. So while her partners were focused on the attack, Xenon would narrow her eyes and sharpen her senses trying to feel just where that Dragalge had disappeared to...
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+Kazimir Wynter

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The fated day of calamity starts like any other for the girl known as Caesi. She draws hot water for her queen's bath, she prepares an opulent breakfast, she stands readily by her side as she paints a gorgeous landscape. Yet the bell tolls as the clock strikes 12, the skies bleed red as a the land strikes at the stars with a spear of magenta light. The words that come out of her mouth feel like they're spoken by another person, like she's a passive observer to all of this while some sort of program runs in her mind on autopilot.
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She's ordered to mobilize the palace staff, a task she succeeds in of course without fail. She sees people that she's come to know and love over ten years, they're all trapped behind a film of crimson glass as something presses at the back of her mind, an implanted order from someone she used to be, a Plan that had to be enacted on this day. The girl known as Caesi calmly strides to the gardens, pushing her way through the roses and lilies as she approaches a sequestered spot amidst the thorns that tear at her skin. She crouches down and starts digging, dirt and muck staining her hands as she digs for a solid twenty minutes before she finally finds what she's looking for.
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A set of six pokeballs, recently used. Flashes of the past burn her eyes as another trains in secret, always preparing for this moment in the shadows of the night. She had never died, she was simply hiding for ten years. Hiding and waiting. The girl known as Caesi is buried in this garden, ready to be forgotten along with the rest of this pitiful fantasy.
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She wears the clothes of a ghost for just a little longer as they march upon the battlefield, three fronts drowned in poison awaiting as a Skeleton and a Black Knight do battle upon the hill where it all begins and ends. The girl remains silent even as she pulls out a hitherto unseen Pokeball from her personage, pointing at the battlefield and releasing a miscolored Gengar upon the field. A familiar voice speaks for the first time in ten years.
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"Haunt them, ghost of turbulent past. Remind them of those bright Xenon lights." A mote of Dynamax energy falls upon the Gengar as his body begins to expand in size, his miscolored self shifting in form even further as he begins to merge with the ground and trudge forwards unto the poison armies. His maw widens and expands, those who stand nearby can hear the voices of the loved ones they've found in this world calling to them, he is the embodiment of this dying past as he draws in all the illusions they had built over twenty years. Once the transformation is complete it is made abundantly clear just who this belongs to. Only one woman had a Gengar who could possibly color itself in that ghastly shade of ivory, only one woman could lay claim to the Gigantamaxed monster that called out in the voices of their beloved, only one woman could be so cruel as to remind them just what they would lose even as they fought to get back to their reality.
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"COME, GHOST OF TURBULENT PAST. SHOW THEM RUIN!" She casts off her coat and bares her blade, a prosthetic arm tipped with an inhuman claw dripping with poison. She rushes forwards onto the battlefield alongside her partner as it summons the energy derived from twenty years of lies, twenty years of past to digest and vomit back up as phantasmal energy sweeping across the battlefield and crashing into the Cinderace without mercy, pinning it down with ghostly shades while Xenon strikes out at the Galarian Slowking with the poison she had cultivated for decades.
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"Did you miss me, you pathetic wretches? Did you enjoy your game of pretend in your cardboard castles? If so, then too bad. It's time to wake up and smell the roses, the future I seek lies beyond the borders of this ruined land."
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Xenon marches onto the battlefield equipped with a Dynamax Band, Gigantamaxing her Gengar and having it use G-Max Haunt on the Cinderace to pin it down.[break]
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The greedy harbinger of ruin approaches the garden, the sin of gluttony weighs heavy in its belly as it nears the budding Rabuta berries. The "owner" of the garden cares not whether it steals from her yield, she is far more interested in the conflict that will arise with its appearance.[break][break]
A pack of looming shadows washes over the Absol, it turns to face half a dozen growling Pokemon, all far more attached to the berries they had put their labor into. A baby Toxel watches curiously as the gluttonous harbinger cowers in fear. The attack is swift and brutal, it never had a chance as its ganged up on by 6 different Pokemon, all holding nothing back as they beat the Absol into unconsciousness without a hint of mercy. Xenon chuckles as she tosses a Pokeball at the Absol, catching it was simply a matter of course. Perhaps this one would a vital step towards the future, it's often said that Absols can predict disasters after all. Her kind of future.
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"That's not extreme! If I'm using just any old civvie I grab off the street, that's to be expected from us. It's only extreme when I go outside the bounds of what's expected and approved, it gets everyone's attention when- you know what this whole conversation is getting boring for me." Xenon cuts herself off mid sentence, reaching over the bar counter and grabbing a bottle of vodka for herself. "Listen you blowhard, your whole view of this thing we've got going on here is idealistic to the point of insanity. You think of Rocket as some noble organization meant to raise you up high and put you on a throne, conquering the land in some valiant crusade against the League and uniting the nation like some modern day Nobunaga. You think we all need to have respect for each other as fellow soldiers of fortune, that camaraderie and a good heap of respect for each other will carry us through the night."
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She pops the lid from her bottle and takes a healthy swig in between sentences, letting the dramatic tension build as she reaches her overall point. "Here's the truth of it, plain and simple. Rocket is held together by respect for power. I don't like my bosses, I think they're a bunch of blowhards honestly and I'd love to knock em down a peg. But I can't because they'll kick my ass six ways to Sunday, so I remain an obedient little dog, barking on command and attacking who they want attacked. And that's how it goes for every single one of these grunts begging for table scraps, we're all held together by a mutual respect for power. So if you want to whine and complain about how I don't have any respect for my teammates, think about how they're so fucking weak that I had zero issues knocking them out and tying them up in a minute and twenty seven seconds flat. You want my respect? Fucking earn it."
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The elevator door dings, sliding panels revealing a very nonplussed man looking over Xenon's destruction and summoning a pair of pokemon of his own to get ready for the approaching battle. "If you think this is too much fun, I'm gonna blow your fucking mind in an hour." The woman chuckles as Radon and Argon chitter with mutual mirth, perking up as they eye down the Dragalge and Incineroar.
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"You do know that only children go to amusement parks right? Especially amusement parks with lameass names like Joyland." She motions with one hand to the gathered entourage behind her and they move forwards around the pair, rushing the elevator in one thick swarm as they hit the button to go up to less defended floors. "But hey, if you want to go on a date so bad, what's wrong with staying right here huh? Don't you lovey dovey types love to look at stupid shit you're never gonna buy and talk about how nice it would be to buy it?"
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The woman raises her hand and brings her thumb and middle together, snapping her fingers and signalling her pokemon to start the show as they move as one cohesive unit. The Scolipede makes a rush straight for Kazimir's Incineroar, its body whipping around to throw an Aquatail straight at the heel's torso and knock it through a display case of jewelry, while the Gengar leaps off of the ground and begins circling to the left of the Dragalge, trying to launch a series of Shadow Balls and put it on the defense.
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The ring of steel against steel is electrifying, one human's strength against another's, two dragons of the past and future letting loose the most primal of forces to determine the strength of time. Even with the obvious handicap Xenon suffers, she more than holds her own against the king as she weaves through the narrowest of openings to keep the offensive going, her lungs audibly heaving as she steps forwards and lashes out at Jayden's heart once again.
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And once again she just barely misses her mark as the sound of crumbling rocks from above forces her to abandon her attack and leap back, narrowly avoiding being crushed by several tons of earth and forcing her on the defense as she starts dancing away from the king's assault. A rushing roar of water flies right towards her to cleave her torso in twain, but a sharp whistle prompts the Iron Jugulis to let loose a roaring gout of fire to clash against the Hydro Pump, flames hot enough to vaporize steel instantly evaporating the water blast into a thick scorching mist that envelops Xenon in its embrace.
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Jayden leaps forwards and slices through the air to strike the girl down, but all he finds is his sword cleaving through empty space as Xenon disappears into the superheated fog, a crunch of grass and rocks underfoot would be his warning as she strikes from his right at his sword arm, the cover of the mist just barely hiding the burns she's accumulating as she tries to flip the script one last time!
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The Lilycove Department Store, the biggest store in the Hoenn region. Every day hundreds of civilians come to buy everything they need, clothes, electronics, food, pokeballs, if its essential to everyday life then you'll probably end up coming here for it. On most days it is calm, peaceful, relaxing even. You walk the floor and do a bit of window shopping, killing some time while you wait for an appointment. But an invisible tension has slowly been building amongst the lower class of Lilycove, those who find themselves inspired by Rocket claiming Sootopolis for their own, who believe in the cause.
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Xenon wasn't one of those people, but she had no issues with whipping them into a frenzy regardless.
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CRASH! The sound of breaking glass silences all conversation as the Rocket Associate strolls into the Lilycove Department Store, flanked by a large Scolipede to her right, a miscolored Gengar to her left, and a host of disgruntled natives following closely behind with baseball bats and golf clubs. Ah, and it seems there's a strangely colored Beldum hiding in her shadow as well.
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"Alright boys, you all know what we came here for. Lets let out that pent up aggression you've been holding in." Xenon smirks as she points out to the crowd with a clenched fist, before stretching out her thumb and pointing it down to the ground. "Alright you primitive fucking losers! I'm telling you now, this place is Rocket territory! So either you get down on the ground like some good little hostages, or get ready to get your teeth fucking smashed in!"
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Lets make some money and bust some heads, shall we?
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Glimmora, the Ore Pokemon, a recently discovered species in Paldea, immigrated to Hoenn for reasons unknown. A beautiful Lily of the Valley digging up through the rock and stone to flourish in the sunlight, Xenon never really liked flowers all that much.
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But all the same their poison could be useful to her, so she would have no problems with stomping on the grass and pulling the pitiful things up by their roots, using her Scolipede to crack the earth with powerful Earthquakes and crush every single Pokemon she saw. "Come on now, is your survival instinct really that weak? Are you even worth catching? Stop wasting my valuable time, fight back already and give my partners some useful data!"
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For those without a water type Pokemon who knows Surf, there's one way in or out of Slateport City. The beachside Lilycove City, where the land ends and where the sea begins. Department stores and museums, hotels and contest halls, the city is the major tourist hotspot of Hoenn, or at least it was until the region got completely cut off in the way it did. But that's besides the point really! What the important part was about this city, is that it was the one way in or out of Slateport, making it a very important point of interest for Rocket, for takeover specifically.
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Which is of course why Xenon is here on this hill of trash overlooking the city, sipping a half empty can of cola while she waits for her partner for the day. Strange how these Rocket missions always happened in pairs, never trios, never solo, always pairs. Made for a decent way to cover one another's back sure, but variety is the spice of life in her opinion. She tosses the can at the head of a Koffing floating by, the dumb thing hardly even flinches as the aluminum bounces off of it and into the dirt, just lets out a puff of noxious fumes and keeps on floating nowhere. "Yeah, this is the perfect place to cause a little chaos." She mutters to herself as she picks up another piece of trash and throws it at another poisonous Pokemon sludging on by. Grimer? A little too big, probably a Muk. All this trash... and you just gotta point it in the right direction to get the ball rolling.
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