With both sides in agreement, you open your clasp, and he opens his. Just like that, the bag plops open, revealing the contents inside, that being... Pokeballs? Lots and lots of Pokeballs. At least a dozen, if not more. Thinking about it, you suppose this makes sense. After all, this is an active warzone, and winning a war means you need plenty of troops.

Still, though, it doesn't really answer the question. Sure, you know that they're carrying Pokeballs, but that's almost the same as saying that you're carrying more, smaller bags. What's inside the Pokeballs? Idly, you grab one of them and tap the button, releasing... a gaggle of mice?

"Ma?"

"Us?"

"Ho?"

"Ld?"

Awh, fuck yeah. Look at these guys! They're sweet!

"Dibs." You claim, tapping the button again to return the Maushold to their Pokeball, before unceremoniously attaching it to your belt, along with all the rest of your team. Then, you push the bag over towards Alba. "C'mon, you pick yours, too."

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Alba Evovae

"SCOR...!"

As the five stingers punch a hole right through the Gliscor, its eyes go blank and its mouth drops wide. It's a ruinously effective attack, hitting just about every vital point on its body. The piercing damage alone was bad enough that, were it not for the scorpion's natural resistance to poisons, the venom that followed might've proven fatal. Still, he's made of much hardier stuff than most. Unfortunately, that isn't hardy enough for him to keep fighting.

Unconscious, Gliscor slides off of the four stingers, and falls down to the ground below. Shalin is free to continue on her path, her Flygon knocked out, but otherwise completely unimpeded.

GLISCOR AND CROBAT - DEFEATED.

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Shalin Nariya

MP TOTAL THIS THREAD:
100 MP for SKY.
60 MP for 6 IC Posts.
10 MP for knocking out another Pokemon.
50 MP for Gliscor getting knocked out.
100 MP for completing an RT Mission.
150 MP for completing an RT Battle.
50 MP for participation.
300 MP for losing.

TOTAL MP = 820MP.

No. Fuck this stupid rock thing. You already have one, and you've been trying to trade it to Howard for the past month, but that bumass pleb doesn't have any spare Pokemon to give you.

Anyway, next.

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Skipping.
4/4 SB left.

The grotesque torrent is truly a sight to behold, and it chooses no favorites. ana fell's Furret rushes to slam the Iron Bundle and disable it before it can wreak more havoc, but that only earns it the attention of the creature. Its head spins to face its attacker, sending it splashing all across the crowd. Tempest Quinn's celebrating Vaporeon, standing upon the high and open stage, is caught in the crossfire, and doused with the sludge. However, it gets it far better than Furret, who is practically washed away by the ceaseless stream of... Oil? Motor Fluid? Paint? Either way, both are absolutely coated in the stuff.

For the remainder of the Raid, ana fell and Tempest Quinn must use the following sprites for Furret and Vaporeon, respectively:

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective), an elf-shaped Kazimir Wynter grabs the machine and aims it just about everywhere before finally managing to find an empty-enough spot in the crowd to redirect its stream. That, in combination with a Springtide Storm from Eris Halla's Luxray, helps to mitigate the the mess being made. After that, all it took was a well-aimed Sucker Punch from Aidan Hereford's Gengar to forcibly shut its beak and stop the vomiting for good.

In fact, the Sucker Punch might've done a little too good of a job. Not only did the beak shut, but its entire head shattered from the force of the blow, sending shards flying everywhere? Was it really so frail that it would break from a single hit? Well, it had been malfunctioning, so maybe--

01010011 01000101 01010110 01000101 01001110 00100000 01001101 01001001 01001110 01010101 01010100 01000101 01010011...

A bleat of distorted gibberish sounds from right behind Aidan Hereford, and sure enough, the Iron Bundle is there. If Kazimir Wynter were to inspect closer, he would find that what he was holding was a Substitute doll of a type. That explained how it avoided the blow, but even so, how did it get from here to there so quickly?

There was no time to ponder that query, as it was already preparing its revenge. Heaving its futuristic sack over its shoulder, the device would flash and flicker like no tomorrow, before firing out what could only be described as a disaster, a whirling cyclone whose bitter cold could chill one to the bone. As the Ice Spinner was launched forth, it twisted and swung about wildly, picking up just about everyone and everything unlucky enough to get in its way, only to unceremoniously and recklessly fling them out mere moments later.

It was complete and utter chaos, and it showed no mercy, especially not to those stupid enough to get in its way.

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ana fell Tempest Quinn Kazimir Wynter Eris Halla Aidan Hereford

Tiny feet are in the midst of stomping out the pretender bird before luka chêne’s Sylveon steps in to save him. Ribbons grab on the mascot’s arms and proceed to drag him away, but the Iron Bundle isn’t done with him yet. Flipper grab at the legs of the outfit, and the unfortunate victim finds himself, essentially, torture racked. The tug of war continues for a good few seconds, going back and forth, and causing much pain to the “rope” in the process. Eventually, however, something has to give.

RIIIIIIIIIIP! The cheap fabric of the outfit rips right through the middle, and fortunately, Sylveon gets the half of the costume with the actor inside. In a morbid way, it’s like winning a Christmas Cracker, but instead of getting a paper crown or a bad joke, she won an underpaid college student in their skivvies.

Lucky for him, the Paradox Pokemon would give up its vendetta, mainly because it was about to form a new one.

CLONK! A bone, thrown by virgil roach’s Cubone, hits the brutal bird right in the head. A tiny dent is left on the crest of the machine, and as its head swivels one-hundred and eighty degrees to look for the source, it’s clear it won’t let that slight go unpunished.

And it finds its target. Immediately, the Iron Bundle sprints away, kicking up plenty of fake snow and sending chunks of ice flying. Specifically, flying towards schuyler tate and robin coello, who are still lying in a heap on the ground. If they didn’t get their act together quickly, they’d soon fight themselves buried by this brand new Pokemon attack - Ice Tomb.

In terms of actual attacks, it surges towards its aggressor, aiming a Sucker Punch towards them. Sure enough, it lands a clean hit, and sends the Cubone flying… Except, it’s not virgil roach’s Cubone, but the one belonging to trinity beckman. The weeping child is sent flying, suffering a greatly damaging blow. Not from the punch, mind, the bruises from that would heal on their own in a few days. Nor from the impact, as the ground type would soar through the air and land in one of the many shops, falling comfortably into a pile of clothes. No, the damage came when he pulled himself free, and saw the picture painted on the stall’s unassuming sign - A Kanghaskhan mother and their child, walking together hand-in-hand, smiling all the while. Tragic.

Clearly, this rogue robot was malfunctioning, and it needed to be shut down quickly. Looking around, trinity beckman would find a power source that might do the trick, that being the generator powering the now-stopped train. If she could zap it with that, then maybe it would go back to normal?

But the Iron Bundle would beat her to the punch. Scurrying along, it would deliver a powerful dropkick to the “conductor” of the train, sending them flying off. Settling into the driver's seat, it pushed every lever and smashed every button it could, and before long, the train was moving once more, slowly beginning to chug along the festive railway.

It was getting away!

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schuyler tate robin coello virgil roach luka chêne trinity beckman

As Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki and Elise Calcifet try to reason with the cheery little machine, its blue LED eyes turn off and on, akin to a blink. Then, it lets out a chirp of realisation, as though it realised what it had done wrong. After a moment of reflection, it hauls its eponymous Iron Bundle from its back, and begins to dig through it. They don’t need to fight and steal from each other. This thoughtful little robot has brought enough gifts for everyone!

THUMP! A bag of white powder is unceremoniously tossed towards the princess. Specifically, this is what the kids these days would refer to as an “eight ball”.

THUNK! Meanwhile, the poison type specialist is treated to a used car battery. Acid leaks out of the cracks in the exterior, trickling out into the ground below.

But those aren’t the only gifts to be given. Jack Napier leaps and grabs for the bird, but he only manages to grab his present - a flashbang. Then, as casually as though it was opening a can of Bepis™, it proceeded to pull the pin before walking away. Well, that wasn’t good.

But even worse than that, there were hooligans who were disrupting the spirit of Christmas! Momo Sakai sets about disarming all the children, which earns her plenty of angry screaming and disappointed grumbling and bursts of tears from the kids. That simply won’t do! The Iron Bundle’s eyes narrow as it takes a bead on the pink-haired perpetrator, aiming its sack toward her and unleashing the full force of a Hydro Pump upon her.

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John Sullivan has missed a round of the event. If he misses another round, he will be kicked from the raid and his presence retconned.

Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki Elise Calcifet Momo Sakai Jack Napier

Oh. She's right there. You blink. Honestly? This is not ideal. You were kind of hoping that she was a little deeper into the labs, so you'd have enough time to think of what you wanted to say while you walked. And yet, here you are, standing right in front of her, with not a single word prepared.

Fuck it. Every second you spend thinking is another second of awkward silence. You're just going to have to wing it. So, you summon your limite charisma, straighten up your posture, and clear your throat.

"Yes." You reply. You move to take a step towards her, but one glance at her face is enough to tell you that's probably a bad idea. So instead, you awkwardly redirect yourself over to a nearby desk, leaning against it as you look off towards nowhere in particularly. "Or, well, not anymore. I actually came here to see you."

Arceus wept. That sounded a lot better in your head, especially before you said it. Why did you word it like that? And why did you put so much emphasis on "you"? No, no, this is still fine! You just have to push the conversation forward before she can realise how bad it sounds, too.

"So... How've you been?"

This is NOT better.

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Lulu Flint

Being a Beast has its perks, and as it turns out, this is one of them.

Who knew that all this time, the Safari Zone had an exclusive bonus package for high rollers? Evidently, not you, because you weren't rolling high before. But now you're here, in a special safari packed with rare Pokemon, and all the time in the world to catch them. Heck, they even gave you a bottle of water and orange slices before you set out! This shit rules.

Now that you're slightly more hydrated and slightly less at risk of scurvy, it's time to bulk up your team again. Now that you're a big shot, you need to keep yourself strong, lest anyone get any funny ideas about overthrowing and murdering you. So, who'll the be the first premium member to join your premium team?

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4/4 Safari Balls
Yep, It's WARDEN SAFARO Time

The tunnels? Oh, right. That's what you're supposed to be doing here. Then again, you don't exactly have much to contribute on that front, do you? You're not much for archaeology, deciphering glyphs and runes and all that. No, you'll leave solving those ancient mysteries to the scientists and the intellectuals. Meanwhile, you'll just stay up here and keep on doing the hard work.

Still, she wants to know, and you've got more than a few scouts and explorers caged up here. With a look and a nod towards Claydol, the effigy's eyes begin to glow, as do those of the prisoners. Psychic energy pours from mouths and nostrils, an aurora upon which a tapestry of feeling, thought and memory is painted. Weeks of experience spool out over the course of seconds, starting from the moment they were captured, and moving backwards up until the very moment they first set foot on Route 105. Moments of intrigue and interests are plucked out and plastered upon the air, like fine works of art in a museum. After about a minute or so, the captives' eyes are once again dulled, the stream of consciousness stops, and you're left alone to parse the intricate web of information before you.

"...Hm. Yeah, I see... I think I've got something for you here."

You don't know what the fuck you're looking at. This is such a dense and incomprehensible block of information that you could use it to bash someone's skull in. You blink at Claydol and make a vague and meaningless gesture, but it understands that well enough. A wall of a hundred images vanish, leaving two behind - Both of the same island. One shows a man-made tunnel leading downward, and one has a familiar-looking meeting point in the background.

"If you look about... Northish of you? Northeastish?" You idly stroke your chin, squinting at the fuzzy memory to try and discern the details. "You'll see an island with two trees in the distance. Between them, you'll find a tunnel made by the League, and if you can slip through that, it'll get you... Somewhere. I don't know if its the type of ruin you're looking for, but if the League has men digging around there, then they probably have a good reason for it."

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Aurelie Lefevre
MP TOTAL -
100MP for Secret.
50MP for 5 IC Posts.
10MP for Faction Race Objectives.
10MP for assisting an ally.
100MP for completing an RT Mission.
50MP for participation.
200MP for Winning.
TOTAL = 520MP.

True, you can no longer see nor hear the rambling Gholdengho, and it's all thanks to Stakataka. Did it solve the problem? No, they're still in there, and they're doubtlessly still having the worst conversation known to Gimmikind. But, hey, you can deal with that mess later. Right now, you need to focus on--

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

"...Howard, how heavy is this waaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLL!"

Before you can even finish the thought, the ground collapses beneath you. Luckily, you don't fall far, only about ten or so feet. You hit the ground with a THUD!, and Howard and the Gholdengho hit the ground soon after you. Or, maybe before you? This was all pretty sudden, and you're kind of disoriented right now. You just need to take a second to refocus, and--

CRASH!

Before you can finish your thought, the Stakataka's structual integrity falters, and it also falls down. The mere impact of the thing feels like an earthquake. It's a good thing it didn't land on anybody, or they'd be totally fucked.

"G... Gadzooks... Do you see that, Billiam, Donald...? The light... It's so bright... So shiny...! I can hear it... It's calling to me..."

Oh.

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howard slayte

Taking with Lulu Flint

Lulu Flint. Former Head Scientist of Team Rocket. Former Avatar of Darkrai. Involved in several revolutionary breakthroughs involving Infinity Energy, Genesect, and the RKS System. Well known and respected all throughout the organisation. Very smart. Very attractive. Very important.

That's probably why you've been loitering outside the labs for the past fifteen minutes, trying your very to come up with reasons not to go inside. Man. You're a Beast now. That, theoretically, makes you important. It means that, theoretically, you outrank her. So, theoretically, you really shouldn't have any problems here. Practically, however, that's all just a theoretical. Things, practically, aren't going to be like they are theoretically. And that means, practically, that you're still dreading the prospect of meeting her again, especially after how your last encounter ended.

Like... There's no way it's going to go well, is there?

But despite your best efforts, you can only put it off for so long. Rocket responsibilities aside, you've got your fair share of questions about what happened in that cave, and she's your best bet at answering them. Eventually, you can find no more excuses. So, with a deep breath and a long sigh, you cross your fingers and step inside the laboratory.

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Lulu Flint