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ghhh...[break][break]

your eyes practically bulge out of their socket as Yotsukura Yotsugami leads Lulu Flint away. that wretched old bag! who does she think she is, getting in your way?! doesn't she know you could snap her frail little bones as though they were sticks? you have such a strong temptation to kick her right in that stupid little fox snout of hers, and your resolve is sorely tested. yet, for better or for worse, your heel does not cave in her face.[break][break]

if only you hadn't gotten yourself stuck in such a pitiful form. were you as you are, all it would take is a few orichalcum-powered swings to reduce one of these walls to rubble. not that it would help, mind - you're very familiar with how annoying and nonsensical this shit tends to be - but it'd certainly take the edge off.[break][break]

nevertheless, you trudge on, the back of this snaking train of disappointment made manifest.[break][break]

of course, it isn't long before you end up back in the dining hall with the others. more weird shit is happening. joy. why can't halloween ever be normal? why can't it be like christmas? this is a real pain in the ass. some are trying to solve the mystery of these statues, but you? you're simply here to expedite this process.[break][break]

"...y'know, i never did like suicune."[break][break]

taking a step back, you proceed to lunge forth, trying to knock over the statue of Isaac Merlo's patron. with any luck, it'll shatter into just as many bone white pieces as the missing entei, and you'll be one step close to... something.

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THE RIDDLE ANSWER IS THAT THE RESEARCH IS REGIGIGAS.

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it seems to be going very well for your roaring moon. up until the red chains descend upon it.[break][break]

no amount of predatory instinct or optimised evolution can counteract the crippling effect that they have upon the paradox pokemon. no amount of screeching or struggling is enough to break their grasp. you grit your teeth. an avatar, hm? you're not familiar with this power, though that's hardly surprising. with how quickly the league has seemed to empty out their reserve stock of legends, you're sure you'll see plenty more of them begin to crop up soon.[break][break]

but none of them will hold a candle to your brilliant blazing flame. if they try? then their wax will melt and burn their hands. however useful a power it might be, its weakness is immediately evident to you.[break][break]

the red chain, powerful though it may be, still leaves a trail.[break][break]

"there!"[break][break]

orichalcum pools into the palm of your hand, and with a mighty throw, you lob the molten bomb in the direction of the would-be jailor.

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Eris Halla [break]
50 MP - Have your character's Pokemon symbolize or represent in some way, the condition of your character.

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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.[break][break]

Fuckass Pokemon trying to wreck your garden. Seriously... The first chance you get, you're moving this entire operation to Area Zero. Not that it'll make things any less troublesome, but at least when they try and snatch and grab your berries, you might catch a Brute Bonnet instead of a Grovyle. [break][break]

But as for this meddling Grovyle... Well, you might have no use for it, but you're sure it'll make a lovely gift for one of your would-be faithful. A God has to reward his followers every once in a while, mmm? So, into the ball it goes.

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MMM SHIVVUMS PROTECT MY BERRIES

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there comes a time in every god's life where he has to get fucked in the ass in depths of the cosmos by his once-best-friend...[break][break]

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...in poker. space poker. not the five-letter poker game beginning with s you were hoping to be playing with Lulu Flint, but you suppose that's for the best. sure, the idea of seeing her naked is appealing, but if you have to see howard slayte's nasty disgusting bare feet, you might actually throw yourself out the airlock.[break][break]

and you would be throwing yourself out the airlock, because you're assuredly going to beat him.[break][break]

"you couldn't fuck me if your dick was the length of prism tower, fox." you smirk. as you peek at your hand, that smirk widens. "the distance between your squalor and my heaven is simply too great."[break][break]

"and don't you dare disrespect the winged king, either, because when i win? then i get to--"[break][break]

thrash. scratch. bump. etcetera. your claiming of spoils is interrupted by the aforementioned """cyclizar""", continuing to fling itself into walls, floors, and just about anything else. luckily, you came prepared for this.[break][break]

"fuckin' hell... meltan, give him another slice of salami."[break][break]

"yessir (￣^￣)ゞ" meltan dutifully obliges, pulling a piece of pork from the packaging and offering it up to the beast, who ceases its blind panicking to gobble it up. "dont worry mr lizard (っ´ω`)ﾉ soon were going to get to go to the legendary moontan village!"[break][break]

mhm. okay. not acknowleding moontan village. not while sober, anyway.[break][break]

"besides, you? ride him?" you snort, cracking open a beer as you do. "knowing you, you'd probably end up crashing headfirst into the head champion's office and getting yourself arrested."

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pfAdxPzx [break][break]
CATEGORY FIVE FOUR OF A KIND SUCKERS HAHAHA

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space.[break][break]

for some, the final frontier.[break][break]

for you? one of many.[break][break]

compared to the others, this one was simple to reach, though admittedly, little of that was your doing. no, it was Lulu Flint who bore the brunt of that burden, designing and building and organising and the like. if it weren't for her inviting you to participate in this little lunar mission, then you'd be back on the earth with your feet firmly on the dirt.[break][break]

but, you are here, aren't you? you're here, with her, in space. she invited you, you specifically, to travel with her through the cold and empty expanse for days and days and days. which means she's into you, right?[break][break]

okay, sure, she invited other people too, and yeah, she still seems to throw up in her mouth when you broach the subject, and alright, maybe everyone you know (including your own pokemon** (*including your fucking quagsire, who has an iq equivelant to the temperature of water) (**excluding meltan, bless him)) is telling you that you're wildly incorrect. but does that matter? no. because love is a force of nature greater than any legendary, maybe even greater than the mighty winged king. and love? love wins.[break][break]

...wait, where is the winged king...?[break][break]

...[break][break]

...it was as though howard slayte was tempting the very concept of fate itself when he disparaged the many universes beyond. not a moment later, a scarlet blur charged between him and Naomi Sato, and crashed straight into the window. when it failed to break, and the limited-form lizard was instead bounced backward, it resorted to flailing about ineffectively like an anxious houndour stuck in a too-small cage.[break][break]

howard slayte wasn't the only one who had issues with space travel, it seemed.[break][break]

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"and oldale is over this way, isn't it?[break][break]

how long have you known Navy by now? a year? funny, it feels like longer. your carefree battles of days past feel like they happened a lifetime ago. at the very least, a lifetime of things have happened between then and now. all of it, to get you here.[break][break]

"and you know that. and i know that. and you're going to try to stop me, aren't you? and i won't let you, will i? because i have too much to gain and you too much to lose."[break][break]

you pull a battered pokeball from your belt, and hold it forth.[break][break]

"pick your pokemon. any pokemon. let them face down the pinnacle, and know just how far they've fallen from their former glory.

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Navy [break]
20mp for x2 posts, 50mp for remniscing about an old threaddy

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the presence of father winter is familiar to the both of you.[break][break]

for you, the man is an irritating mystery you have no interest in solving. a bastard who appears in all the most overcomplicated places, and provides a single solution for every hundred problems. and yet, despite all the doomsaying from the likes of Naomi Sato and mint frost, you can't say you find him particularly worth worrying about. hell, why should you waste precious brainpower on any of the DRK triad? after all, they pose no threat to you.[break][break]

but the winged king recognises the stench of his allegiance for what it is. trespass fills its nostrils, and rage fills its heart. with a roar, the apex lurches forth, draconic claws tearing through the sclera dancing upon the walls. but, like trying to hold water, they simply trickle through its fingers, and ripple into nothing.[break][break]

and just like that, father winter is gone. the winged king sulks, trudging back to your side as it contends with the disappoint of a hunt unfinished. you, on the other hand, remain unbothered.[break][break]

at least, until the topic of other worlds rears its head.[break][break]

"travelling to other universes? what a novel idea."[break][break]

you mull over Lulu Flint's suggestion for a moment. idly, unconsciously, a hand reaches up to brush across your hair, and reveals a stray few strands of white amidst the cascading red. the answer seems rather obvious, doesn't it? though, you can't fault your peers for their ignorance. the full extent of your power lies beyond their understanding, at least for now. that makes this next part a pain in the ass, doesn't it? because they won't get it. they haven't seen what you've seen. and so, they'll surely call you foolish, incompetent, and unworthy for even suggesting it. yet, you know full well the truth of the matter: of all the people in this world, there are only two people who could make that feat into reality: june sleigh, and you.[break][break]

"yes, yes, as soon as i have area zero, i'll figure that out soon enough. can't be that hard, can it? if reyes and her dragon can figure it out, then it'll be a trifle for me and mine to do it, too."[break][break]

a million worlds to conquer, a million kyrurem to make whole, a million, billion, trillion meltan to see... yes, the infinite roads ahead of you are as crystal clear as they could ever hope to be.

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"a-ah. my mistake."[break][break]

throw yourself out the nearest window? no, no, too risky. if you don't land on your head, you might survive. slit your throat with a knife? nah, it'd be far too messy a way to go. plus, you wouldn't want to give the servants the extra work of mopping up your blood. drink yourself to death? tempting. very tempting. but it'd probably make you seem even more pathetic than usual.[break][break]

damn. seems like killing yourself is off the menu. you'll just have to suffer through this mild embarrassment and make it through to the other side. which, of course, is easier said than done. especially when Lulu Flint is involved, and doubly so when you've got a mouthy disciple breathing down your neck.[break][break]

"...really? a fox? i would've taken you more for one of those hideous hags from kanto."
you side-eye Yotsukura Yotsugami, the bitterness of your look softened by your elaborate mask, a mirthful tone, and a general frenchiness that smothers it all. "well, suit yourself. i'm hardly one to judge taste, however bad yours may--"[break][break]

doors slam shut. red paint stains the walls. your butchery of the kalosian accent dies an unmourned death.[break][break]

"fuck's sake..." you sigh. with a wave of your hand and a snap of your fingers, your flutter mane rises from your shadow, red and gold eyes scanning the surroundings for would-be predators to be made should-be prey. you, on the other hand, are far less enthused by this sudden turn of events. "can't have shit in hoenn, can you? always has to be some bullshit happening... oi, yots-- you, you, fox, what's going on?"

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THE RIDDLE ANSWER IS THAT THE RESEARCH IS TOMB.

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the sky, too, is a battlefield.[break][break]

not one you're particularly well versed in, mind. you've never been one for dogfighting, nor for any of that naval nonsense. it's far too humdrum, too much moving and positioning and shaking and repositioning, too little actual conflict. still, you are a god, and all of it is your domain. and, if you're to carve your path to the silent icelands and beyond, then there's no battlefield you won't conquer.[break][break]

and any trespassers, be they writhing in the dirt below, or soaring in the heavens above, will be subject to your judgement.[break][break]

"roaring moon! take that skarmory down."[break][break]

the protosalamence launches forth. it takes little more than a second for it to leave the ground, and only a second longer for it to slice through the winds. it hunts the metal bird with little in the way of subtlety, and much in the way of force. In that way, it is much like its king, and thus, like you.[break][break]

a dragon claw lashes out to clip the wings of the illumina.[break][break]

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Eris Halla [break]
50 MP - Have your character's Pokemon symbolize or represent in some way, the condition of your character.

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oh. look at that. the sod general is getting mouthy. Zev Harcourt, the loser? he thinks he can call himself a god and get away with using weasel words? he thinks he can tell you how to live your life when he couldn't even take mossdeep? no no no, if he thinks that's the way it is, then you'll dispel this illusion real quick.[break][break]

"with all due respect, general, neither of your bosses have spoken yet."[break][break]

they'll undoubtedly speak up in favour of their favorite. you fully expect that. but when your once-friend speaks up in turn, it provides further opportunity to undermine the divine faker before you.[break][break]

"yeah, zev. give it to him."[break][break]

fuck if you know what howard slayte wants, but if it means undermining your would-be superior, then you'll make sure he gets it.

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hm. okay. so, boar doe? tastes like shit. then again, you've never liked wine, have you? no, you've always thought it was bourgeoise grape slop. you'd hoped your newly-acquired french flesh might make it taste better, but no. you'd get a better mouth feel from licking an arboliva's asshole, and you've guzzled enough olive oil to prove it.[break][break]

...you've guzzled one bottle of olive oil, and it was for a dare, and you had the worst shits of your life after it. your intestines have never been the same since. still, the taste was far better, so if you were to put olive oil and grape oil against each other, then overall, you'd say--[break][break]

"--lulu?"[break][break]

you stare blankly at Lulu Flint for a moment. she's here? you stare a little longer. yeah, that's her voice, her hair, her body, that's her alright. not that you know any of that in a weird way. you know it in an acceptable way. a civil way. a way that, overall, is very good and normal.[break][break]

and you just said her name for no reason. so she knows you know her. and, all things considered, she probably won't recognise this body of yours, or this voice that comes with it. and knowing how, er, cautious she can be at the best of times...[break][break]

...don't kill yourself, don't kill yourself, don't kill yourself...[break][break]

well, it can't be that bad, can it?

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THE RIDDLE ANSWER IS THAT THE BERRIES ARE WAILORD.

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"unfit" to lead.[break][break]

it's a funny choice of words, isn't it? he makes it sound like you're sick, or injured, or otherwise incapacitated. but that? simply isn't true. you are as hale and as whole as you have ever been. no, what he really means by those devious little words of his is that you are "unworthy" to lead.[break][break]

not worthy to kill your own enemies, nor worthy to wage war on team rocket's. you're starting to wonder what these people think you are actually worthy of? because it evidently isn't much.[break][break]

"i suppose you're right..." you begin, pulling your disdainful eyes away from THEO BECKETT and towards the man of the hour. "...or, you would be, if we had two of admin fox."[break][break]

if these bastards think you'll bow your head and shuffle back into howard slayte's shadow, then they're dead fucking wrong.[break][break]

"but if the plan is to march two of these golems on two of those warfronts, then it would be difficult for him to command them both, wouldn't it?" you lazily tilt your head towards the admin. "someone will have to wield the other one. someone with experience dealing with these regitypes."[break][break]

the sentence ends there, but the implication looms large beyond your words.

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ah, a non-answer. it's exactly what you expected to hear, and yet, no amount of anticipation made it any less fucking annoying.[break][break]

"mhm. fine." you acquiesce to Elisabeth Fiorelli's obvious bullshit and jayden cross's measly deflections, if only because you've picked enough battles for one day. "but your little snail and his kitten friend better keep their tempers when i bring that bowl back in pieces. fair's fair, yeah? after all, we wouldn't want it siding with the league, would we?"[break][break]

after all, if it were to end up in the hands of the league... well, one PENELOPE LIVY in the world is enough. your new world ill needs another mad bureaucrat or celebrity egotist, and especially not one with ruinous power.[break][break]

you sink a little deeper into your throne. oh well. no point crying over milk yet to be spilt. you try and think warm thoughts. close your eyes, take a deep breath, imagine the happier world you will build, and try to ignore the sword talking to you. emphasis on the latter. seriously, last time a weapon started talking to you, that bitch of a doctor called you an "active suicide risk" and confiscated your revolver. bullshit. you should have him killed for his indolence. you're NOT an active suicide risk. not anymore, anyway. and even if you were, you weren't going to do it with somebody else's honedge! that's just rude. you have your own doublade for that sort of thing.[break][break]

...you're stirred from your thoughts as the winged king settles beside you, though it does not fall out of its apex form. hm. where were you again? oh, right, the meeting.[break][break]

walsh's attempts to play the psychological angle do little to placate you. again, the pointless politics and the masturbatory scheming are the problems with this organisation, not the solution. while you're all for mixing business and leisure, you're also keeping your hand far away from your dick on this one.[break][break]

and then, the man of the hour arrives. ulysses monroe, in the flesh. you're sure this is an exciting meeting for some of your peers, but for you? he's just your bosses' boss. classic corpo shit. after that, the discussion moves to the next targets. most fixate on the idea of conquering ultra space, but you? no. your enthusiasm for it goes no further than Lulu Flint's enthusiasm for the ultra plant. fortunately for that wretched dimension, her love of space wreckage and tolerance for electrical hazards is agonisingly high. oh, the sacrifices you make for love.[break][break]

well, love, and that other thing. is it time for that? definitely. you're the strongest you've ever been. no better time than now. is it time to mention it? no. they don't see the vision like you do. better to disguise it for now. fortunately, that's only one of the pidgey you intend to hit with this stone.[break][break]

"i'll take personal charge of claiming oldale." you speak up. it is a clear statement of intent. it is not a request. "and, of course, i'll claim everything that surrounds it, too."[break][break]

the silent icelands, the last known location of kyurem and hoopa before they disappeared. the great chasm, a boundless source of paradox pokemon to bolster team rocket's army. and the crown jewel of it all, the true prize of oldale, area zero[break][break]

the throne of the new world.

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