Debt was a problem. Long-lasting and lacking in morality. But just like a real chain, it was not inescapable.

"I never said I was going to kill you, did I?"

Your mind begins to swin, formulating the specifics of a plan that until now was simply vague. Faking a death is trivial, especially for someone like you. You might need a little "donation" of blood, sure, but nothing too debilitating in the long term. Just enough to make it convincing, to leave enough DNA to prove it was her "murder", hers and nobody elses. Just enough to leave a nice splatter in a public-but-not-too-public space, so that it'll be found before too long. And after that? You just need to pull a few strings, get a transport ship to haul an unmarked box across the ocean to somewhere nice and quiet and peaceful.

Orre, maybe. You hear it's lovely this time of year. Wild and pure and forever free. Somewhere that the grasping hands of loan agencies and debt collectors can't reach her. Where nobody will recognise her face and nobody will know her name. She would be able to live out her remaining days in peace. With regrets, maybe, but alive and hale and whole. And wouldn't that be good enough?

Shouldn't that have been good enough for her?

It should've been good enough for her.

Alas, as a click of ancient metal and rushing steam filled the air, it quickly became apparent just how little june sleigh deserved that mercy.

REGIELEKI.

You freeze. There is no pause, no hesitation, no confusion. You could not mistake that blistering yellow glow for anything else in this world, nor anything in any other. Across a million worlds, a million universes, a million realities, there is only one wretched creature that shines with such an uncanny light.

"How...?"

Memories of your time with howard slayte and Grigori Sokolov flash in your mind's eye. A frantic battle against an undefeatable foe. And yet, here it is now, defeated and domesticated in the hands of... Her, of all people.

A Thunderbolt lashes out towards you. Powerful enough to power the entire region of Hoenn for a day, if not longer. Power enough to reduce you to little more than a crumbling pile of ash. It is only thanks to your Walking Wake, thanks to its Protection, that you manage to survive.

But that does little to soothe your anger.

"...How? HOW? HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!"

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june sleigh

Furious fists fall upon the giant, and yet, your Primeape’s knuckles don’t even so much as scrape the ice, let alone break it.

Things are looking bad. Excess dynergy floods the air, trying to find a way to trickle into your blood and and poison you from the inside out. Nagandel and Nihilego continue to run wild, attacking anyone and everyone with reckless abandon. A destructive blast is launched to the boat, threatening to sink your support and your escape all in one. And all of that? Is the least of your worries.

Your eyes are wide and your jaw agape. In all your time in Galar, watching the professional leagues and the world championships, you've never seen so many Dynergy Barriers in your lifetime. Eight at most, and you've heard rumours about ten, but eight-hundred and ninety?

You grit your teeth.

"Alright, then. If that's how you want this to go?" You raise an arm, your orichalcum-stained arm beginning to glow under the bandages. "THEN LET'S FUCKING GO!"

Harsh sunlight rips through hailing skies and bathes Dewford in warm sunlight. A welcome reprieve from the cold, and a gift of power for Eduardo Hisakawa's Gouging Fire. And, an opportunity. Your Primeape needs no further prompting, as it immediately rushes and hops up, as close to Regice as it can reasonably get, before unleashing all its bodily heat in a pure and blazing blast.

"BURN, BABY, BURN!"

A point blank Overheat, boosted by the sun.

But not by Tera.

You rest a hand on your thrumming Tera Orb. No, not yet. Not right now. You need to save this, keep it until the right moment. Any sooner or any later, and you'll lose your chance.

And you need every chance that you can get.

---

TL;DR - Sun mode GO, Primeape GO, Overheat GO

This fucker just didn't know when to quit, did he? How many more times you would have to hammer this big metal bastard before he took a hint and went down? Seriously...

Oh well. Nothing for it. If its that much of a glutton for punishment, then you'll simply have to oblige it. So, enough playing support, enough shielding and hindering and the like. Time for you to wade into the thick of it and get your hands dirty, just like you did back with Regice off of Dewford. Time to put this fucker in an early tomb.

Tomb? Grave? One of those things.

"Dhelmise! Power Whip!"

With its chains still connected to the titan's body, the anchor lashed forth a vine-like chain, swinging it hard towards Registeel and aiming to leave a dent upon its metal shell.

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TL;DR - Power Whip, protecting NOBODY we STRIKE in this house
the riddle is tomb if im wrong ill be sad
DHELMISE: Shadow Ball / Giga Drain / Power Whip / Mega Drain / Anchor Shot / Metal Sound
zmLWpyj8 + 10 from Strike + 10 from Shift

You've landed some good blows on this fucker, but nevertheless, the fight continues.

While most seem content to needle away at Registeel's newly exposed weakpoint, you're more concerned with keeping your allies from getting atomised by laser beams or crushed by falling rocks or smashed by iron hands and so on and so on. That? Is much easier said than it is done, because you've got a lot of allies, and the king of metal has a lot of firepower.

With Lulu Flint and Cillian Quinn both protected once, your eyes scan the battlefield for the one person you absolutely expect to be here. And sure enough, it doesn't take long to find him. And, sure enough, he's gotten himself in a world of shit.

howard slayte .

"Dhelmise!"

"Aye, aye, I'm aware, ye scurvy dog!"

Once again, energy is stolen from Registeel through linking chains, a Mega Drain to siphon away what the giant won't miss. And then, it's shunted off to Howard and his Skeledirge, to try and shield them from the oncoming destruction. Hell only knows if it'll be enough, though.

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TL;DR - Mega Drain, protecting MY ADMIN HOWARD SLAYTE 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
The riddle is land i dont like sand
DHELMISE: Shadow Ball / Giga Drain / Power Whip / Mega Drain / Anchor Shot / Metal Sound
gqflJn1P + 10 from Grassy Terrain + 10 from Riddle (?)
AW MAN
I LOVE SALACS!!!
+ 10 from Grass and Ass + Maybe Plus Ten from Riddle Me Piss?

"Because you've made a MISTAKE!"

It's a howl of contempt, for her actions and her words. Your eyes make no effort to hide the sheer overwhelming disdain you feel for the girl in front of you. Like a Garchomp looking down upon a Joltik. Despite that, there's a softness to them, their biting edge surprisingly blunt. But make no mistake, they still bite.

"Look at you, tangled in the League's web. Fighting their battles and waging their wars! The money was probably too good to pass up, wasn't it? But you're too deep now, aren't you? You didn't notice the chains around your neck until it was too late. YOU'VE FUCKED IT ALL UP!"

While the Roaring Moon rushed forth, your Walking Wake plants its feet. Its scales grow hot and its mane begins to billow as it rears back, sucking in a breath of hot sunlight. And then, it unleashes a blistering torrent of Hydro Steam upon its prey, a pure and burning exhalation. Though the Roaring Moon was mighty, it was not the apex. It was no king, and it could not overcome the royalty of the wilds.

And as the burnt body of the faux-Salamence hit the ground unconscious, you step forward, and your Walking Wake follows.

"But there's still one way to fix it. To make everything right. And everyone else might be too weak or too cowardly to do it, but I'm not. I've had to make hard choices since the moment I was born. So, for their sake and for yours, I will do what must be done."

You're sure howard slayte and Grigori Sokolov will hate you for it. But one day, when it's little more than history, they will look back and know that it was the right choice.

---

june sleigh

"He deserves a lot more than that." You murmur, fist clenching into a ball. "More than I could give him."

He killed in cold blood, and you couldn't even hit him once in response. No, in fact, it was Team Rocket who was punished, beaten back by Palkia's shard for daring to stand up to the League. But despite her intervening to protect him, illeana reyes and Greyson Connors are distinct in your mind. Two crimes to be punished separately. One, for revenge. One, to avenge. And that's precisely the problem, isn't it?

"If you're offering to help, then I'm more than happy, it's just... Well, my schedule is cramped, is all."

So many Leaguers, so little time. It'd be easier if you could burn the whole thing to the ground in one fell swoop. Alas, you can't, so you're stuck trying to pull it apart brick by brick, and the mortar is doing you no favours.

"But yeah, I'm up for it."

---

Lulu Flint

Frost spreads out of Granite Cave like an infection. Dragons flee as aliens emerge from the otherworld. Amidst the collapse, a spire of ice rises. This "guardian", this last line of defense, has become a weapon of mass destruction. Like a nuclear bomb, primed and counting down, ready to devastate everything in its path.

"You think I can call it off? What, you think I got a fucking remote or something?" You blink, before slapping away Calliope Marks's hands, "No, there's only one to stop it, but I don't think you're gonna like it..."

You grit your teeth. Is it stronger than the first time you fought it? You're not sure, but does it even matter? Back then, you had the best and brightest trainers in Hoenn firing on all cylinders to put it down. Now, you've got a handful of soldiers and deputies who're already worn down from hours of fighting. Beating it isn't going to be easy. But you have to stop it here, because if it goes any further? howard slayte is a dead man walking. If the League doesn't get him, then Rocket will.

And you won't let that happen.

"PRIMEAPE! CLOSE COMBAT!"

"YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!"

With that triumphant(?) cry, the ape rushed forth, narrowly avoiding the falling ice as it closed the distance, before raining a series of heavy blows upon the frigid body of the titan.

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TL;DR - Shred is pissed but he sends forth his iconic Primeape to Close Combat the Regice oooooo surely this will make a dent in its 50000 HP healthbar!!!!!!!

Finally, the end was in sight.

The Claydol, having weathered much and more, was finally beginning to crumble. Its earthen body began to fall apart, black chunks tumbling and shattering against the desert sands. Here we go. Home stretch. The idol is cracked, and now all you have to do is break it.

"GO, DREDNAW!"

With a snap of its jaws and a stomp of its feet, the turtle launched itself forward, spinning upon its shell as it slid towards the giant at high speeds. Such was the force of the attack that the dwindling Sandstorm was once again bolstered by the sheer quantity of detritus it kicked up. And if that was what it did to the ground?

Then it was going to do a whole lot more to the Claydol.

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howard slayte walter delmar Grigori Sokolov
DREDNAW MOVES: Stone Edge/Rock Tomb/Head Smash/Sandstorm/Rock Polish/Protect/Tera Blast, TERA ROCK
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Despite your best efforts, Registeel continues to stand tall. This is a real pain in the ass, isn't it? Of all the things to worry about, war with the League and the descent of Eternatus and the hypothetical Ruination and more, you're here battering this big metal piece of shit with no end in sight. In a word, ugh. In a slightly longer word, uggggggggggggggh.

But there's nothing to be done, is there? Nothing but to keep on keeping on and to fight the good fight until there's no more fight left to fight. Or something like that.

And that means keeping people with more on the line in the fight.

howard slayte is already shielded from the titan's assault by Cillian Quinn, but that leaves Cillian unprotected. Perfect! An opportunity to fill in the gaps, mooch off upper management, and earn some good points with the brother-in-law while you're at it. Could you even ask for better?

"Dhelmise! Giga Drain!"

Once again, chains lurch out from the anchor, only in far greater quantity and quality than the simple Mega Drain of before. Latching onto the body of Registeel, they siphon what energy they can, before shunting it off and departing it onto Cillian Quinn and his Cradily. With any luck, it'll keep him going, and with any luck, you'll keep going, too.

But luck is a real son of a bitch. Especially your luck, in particular. And knowing your luck...

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Cillian Quinn
TL;DR - Protecting MY UNDERBOSS CILLIAN QUINN 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
RUINATION RIDDLE ANSWER YES GOOD.
DHELMISE: Shadow Ball / Giga Drain / Power Whip / Mega Drain / Anchor Shot / Metal Sound
my0btMbc + 10 from Riddle + 10 from Grassy Terrain

OUR WAR GAME![break]SIGN-UPS

PLAYER LOCK-IN

CHARACTER: Shred [break]
ROLE: PLAYER
SQUAD: list group members; COMMANDER only
PKMN: MELTAN, MAGNET PULL, TERA FIGHTING, ELECTRIC, POISON, STEEL - Flash Cannon, Thunder Shock, Close Combat, Incinerate, Purify, Acid Armour, Tera Blast[break]
DESIRED STAR LEVEL: 5 Stars.[break]