The letter S...

You stop the consider the prospect of the Unown, which is currently staring out at you from the hollow of a tree, as though it were some kind of abstract owl. You like the letter S. Is it your favorite letter? No, probably not. That honour probably goes to Z, or maybe X, or the exclamation mark. But S isn't bad, either! It definitely makes the top ten, maybe even the top five. Plus, apparently these things are pretty important? You don't know how, but you've heard enough chatter to sway you.

Sure, letter S. You can join the team. Now, all you need is an Unown-H, an Unown R, a few Unown-E, a few Unown-N, an Unown-Z, and so on and so on, and you'll be able to spell your name. That'll be good for something!

In the ball you go.

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Catching Unown.

"Wha..."

Oh boy. It's going to be one of those interactions, isn't it? You can feel a swear (fuck's sake) rising up your throat, but you manage to bite your tongue. No, no, this is fine. You just need to explain to this child that they're a dumb idiot moron that doesn't understand what they're talking about. How hard can that be?

"How would you even know something that only I could know, idiot?" You snap, crossing your arms to hammer home just how foolish the question was. "Look, I'm far too busy to play children's games, especially with someone as stupid as you. Hurry up and hand him over."

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Eris Halla

The Arcotozolt sees the boulders flying towards it, and prepares to dodge. And, had it been a Dracozolt or an Arctovish, it would've done so successfully. However, the electric parts dove to the left, while the icy parts ducked to the right, leading the dinosaur to crack its own neck, and get hit head-on. With a yelp, the prehistoric predator was reduced to prehistoric prey, and sent crashing through the hull and splashing into the sea outside.

"AAAAAGH!"

But in doing so, it had still succeeded in its mission - Its body had punched yet another hole into the boat, and more and more water rushed in to fill the gap. It wouldn't be long before the entire ship was submerged, buried within the ocean. Now, all Araquanid had to do was fulfill its half of the mission.

Easier said than done. The spider had successfully managed to throw the centipede overboard, but with the Cradily now free, the two Pokemon were quick to team up against the one. Rearing back, water frothed from its mouth as it lashed forth with a Liquidation, clashing against the Rollout, and just barely managing to to push them back. It wouldn't be sustainable to stay here and fight, nor was that why it was here. All it had to do was steal a few warm bodies, and it would be more than successful. To that end...

KCHT! KCHT! KCHT! KCHT! Four legs stab where the cables connect to metal, and all of a sudden, the lifeboat begins to fall into the ocean, where the Water-type can do their best work.

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Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

The overwhelming psychic power of the Espeon manifests in a Z-Move, the power of the Shattered Psyche managing to hold the collapsing tunnel together. Everything is still falling apart, but so long as the ESP remains, it won't fall down on top of them. For a few moments, a horrific death is delayed, but a few moments is all that's needed to get the hell out of dodge.

The small fries are the first to escape, the scurrying ants getting out from under the feet of giants. Isaac, Quagsire, Arctozolt and Espeon all flee, dragging the unconscious scouts along with them. That leaves only the monsters behind, but even they aren't particularly fond of the idea of being buried alive. Neo is the first to leave, sparing her rival one last glance before she, too, rushes to avoid the falling ceiling. Only the larger of the Aggron and the Great Tusk are left behind.

And, be it because of overbearing pride of animalistic instinct, neither of them are willing to back down.

With a roar, the two lock horns for one final time as the last remnants of psychic energy begin to fade. With their final clash, the walls shudder, the ceiling shakes, and the tunnel can take no more. Before anything else can be said, it all comes tumbling down.

CRASH!

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Isaac Merlo

Hm. Nah. No thanks.

What? There's not much to say about it. It's an Obstagoon. You don't want it. You've got better things to throw balls at.

Anyway...

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Requesting spawn 2.

In terms of speed, Crobat and Beedrill are both well-matched, though the weight of a rider once again proves to be the deciding factor. The bat manages to dodge the "Dragon Hammer", avoiding the vicious blows with ease, weaving between each furious blow as though it were second nature. However, it could not stay this close for long, and with every second that passed, the attacks came closer and closer to hitting. Thus, with a low growl, the Crobat flew straight downwards, making a hasty retreat.

But that did not mean it was running away. Now that the hunter was below its prey, it simply needed to change its approach. It began to beat all four wings in tandem, stirring up the air around it, before sending out a turbulent Whirlwind in an attempt to disrupt the Beedrill's delicate flight.

Meanwhile, Gliscor was entangled in its own affairs with the Flygon, dodging the flurry of claws. Though it lacked much of the speed of Crobat, it made up for it in hardiness, managing to shake off what cuts and scrapes it did get without so much as flinching. Yet, all it needed to find was a single opportunity, and when a gap into the dragon's offense presented itself, Gliscor was quick to capitalise with a Sky Uppercut aimed to catch the Flygon right on the jaw.

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Shalin Nariya

Huh. This tattoo, on the arm, you might've actually seen something like this before. Yeah, it feels familiar, like you might've seen something similar on a documentary, or heard Howard talking about it. Could this be...?

SPLASH! Before you can finish your thought, you're assaulted with filthy water. What the fuck? Why?! You didn't even do anything to deserve it this time! If looks could kill, the glare you shoot towards Aubre McKenna-Settentrione would be akin to a dozen Murder Roulettes all wrapped up into one. And she even extinguished the fire with her little stunt, so you can't dry off! Fucking bitch. You hope she hits her leg off the corner of an alien table. Lord knows she deserves it.

...Anyway, what was it about the tattoo you were thinking about? Hm. Ah, shit, you forgot. Well, if it's worth forgetting, then it probably wasn't worth remembering. You take a quick picture of the arm with your phone, before stashing it away again. Then, it's onward and downward, towards the spaceship. Funny, you figure you should be more excited about a spaceship, y'know? But your repeated trips to the Ultra Plant have really killed the appeal of anything "Ultra" for you. You don't even buy Ultra Balls anymore. Okay, well, you never bought Ultra Balls because you can't afford them, but still.

Alright, so: Good news and bad news and worse still news. The good news is, you're reunited with the group that took the other path, and that means The Boys are Back in Town! The bad news is, those prisoners you "rescued" were actually aliens in disguise, and they're planning to kill and eat you. The worse still news is that your peers are also betraying you, choosing to side with the Megalofuckers. Were they all aliens too? Your eyes narrow on the strange purple tendril sprouting from their flesh. No, if they were, they would've dropped the disguises. So, is the weird growth the problem?

Fuck it, now isn't the time to be thinking about xenobiology! You need to neutralise these new threats before they wreak havoc, and as it so happens, you're an expert in the fine art of friendly fire.

"HOWARD!" You shout, clutching the Chester-Substitute as you look about for your partner. "We need to thin the horde! Rev up Crumble, because it's time for an encore! SIGNATURE KIss...?!"

The words die in your mouth, as does your plan, as does one of your few remaining braincells. Why the fuck is howard slayte locking lips with one of the mutants? Is he stupid? No, surely, even HE isn't that much of a dumbass. He's got to have some kind of plan here... Wait, hang on, Howard was gay this whole time? Is this why he never got any bitches? Why didn't he tell you about this? Does he not trust you? He trusts you enough to do SIGNATURE KILLS with you, but not enough to divulge his love life? Why not? Aren't you friends? Actually, why are you so invested in this? This REALLY isn't the time. There'll be plenty of time to snoop in Howard's closet later! You need to focus up, or else--

--You're tackled to the ground by Lulu Flint, who quickly sets about killing you in cold blood. That's a problem, because despite all of your physical brawn, you can't seem to fight her off. Man, this fucking SUCKS. Did it have to be her, of all people? If it was anyone else, say, hypothetically, Ambrose Hendrix, then you could handle them easily, because as it so happens, you've got a fucking gun in your jacket. You brought your pistol along just in case your encounter with the bear got hairy, and now would be just about the best time to whip it out and put a hole in your attacker, except for the fact that most people find the idea of getting shot to be a red flag. Like, sure, your chances of getting a date out of this are already slim, but does that really mean you need to make them slimmer? Then again, you're not exactly eager to get torn to pieces and eaten by aliens, either. You need a different plan...

...As you're having the life beaten out of you, your eyes drift over to Howard and Aaron again. Howard definitely has a plan, right? Like, he wouldn't do it didn't boost his chances of survival. He's recklessly endangering himself with a clear purpose in mind. Whatever was down the other path, it must've given him all the answers he needed. Does the magenta chain have some kind of weakness to human saliva or something? Would... Would kissing Lulu somehow solve this problem?

Naturally, this sparks a heated shoulder-angel and shoulder-devil debate about whether or not you should commit to this blind leap of faith. Except, you're Shred Zeppelin, so instead of being remotely coherent, it's mostly hallucinatory. The abridged version is thus:

"Ohoho, yes! The brave prince shatters the spell of evil with a kiss, and all live happily ever after. Tis a classic tale, as old as fiction itself. Do it, dashing hero! Overcome the curses of thy foes, and make the audience weep as they witness the beauty of true love!"
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"Uhm! UHM!! Shred!!! I really don't think that's a good idea!!!! I think it's very very bad!!!!! J-just wait a little longer, okay? I'm sure Grigori will come over and save you, so you just need to hold out!"
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"Just kill her already."
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"C'mon now! Think bigger, Shredder! You want to know why you can't kill her? It's because she's a valuable asset. You think Howard is smart? He's the Rustboro Pokemart, and she's the whole damn Lilycove Department Store! And, if you spare her? That means she'll owe us a favour...!"
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"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP ME! I CAN'T DIE HERE!!! I HAVE SO MUCH MONEY LEFT TO MAKE!!!!!"
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"...Lokix, do a brother a solid and help those pricks out, yeah?"
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"On it!"
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With a pair of red flashes, Gholdengho is returned to his Pokeball, and Lokix steps out, but while the Pokemon are different, the gleaming gold remains the same. A hero of justice, here at the darkest hour, ready to save those in need. And, just like any hero of justice, he's got a routine to follow.

"The spinning saw of tomorrow, the cutting edge that slice all evildoers to ribbons! Prepare to fight, for the whirling blade of the future, THE GOLDEN REVOLUTION, is HERE!"

On one hand, all of his flashy showoff posturing isn't very helpful, considering you're in the middle of being actively murdered. On the other... Man, he's so fucking cool. How are you supposed to be mad at him? Your eyes are practically sparkling as you see his ridiculous pose and hear the roar of his saws. Wait, his saws... Alright, change of plans. Kissing Lulu is now your Plan B. For now, you manage to swallow enough blood and muster enough breath to call out your Plan A.

"LOKIX! CUT THE CHAIN!"

The instant the last syllable leaves your mouth, the Lokix is already moving. He's made his first impression to the crowd, and now, it's time to make his First Impression to his enemies. All it takes is a split second before the insect is upon Lulu, aiming its twin saws to cleave off the poisonous limb with a single movement.

"SHINING... RIPPER!"

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TL;DR - Shred, after getting ganked by Lulu and deciding to neither Shoot nor Kiss her, recalls Chester and sends out Lokix, who uses First Impression and its biological chainsaw wings to slice off her Toxic Chain.
Really, that's all that happens, but this post is too long anyway, because I'm a little creacher who puts way too much filler in his posts heehee hoohoo!
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Roll 1 is base, Roll 2 is using DDD Salac, Roll 3 is RT Shop Salac.

Using the Shadow Move Tutor to teach Shadow Hold to Gacha Durant, making it a Shadow Durant in the process.

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

2X gacha i'm taking a super mulligan on my shadowborn champion okay dont judge me my ant can't be a shadow ghoul (100 PD)

TOTAL

do come again!

100 PD

You are definitely here in the Lilycove Department Store to catch a Rotom. Yes, that's right, you're here to help exorcise the swarm of ghosts that are wreaking havoc in the city. You are definitely not using all of this chaos as an excuse to shoplift a Stayplation 5 because you want to play Spidopsman 2.

You idly walk down the electronics aisle, glancing about as washing machines and oscillating fans float about overhead. This is so easy, you're almost tempted to swipe a Nontendi Switch too, but you're not going to get that greedy. After all, the Nontendi Switch has no games! What are you even going to play on it? Pikimin 4?

...Alright, you might swipe a Nontendi Switch, too. Hell, you may as well smuggle out a B-Xox Series B while you're at it and complete the trilogy. And y'know what? Fuck it, why not grab one of these Rotom, too? After all, you'll need help to discreetly carry all those consoles out of here, and judging by how effortlessly they're zipping and zapping around, they'll make for a perfect accomplice for this, the perfect crime. You pause for a moment to marvel at your own scheme, to admire this, the heist of the century. The police will tell stories of this unsolvable crime for years to come. The workers in this store will forever remember "The Day Some Guy Stole Three Video Game Consoles And Cost Us, Like, A Thousand Bucks, Maybe".

Now that you've imagined it, you just need to pull it off. So, step one: Catch a Rotom!

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