Well this was different, and Ambrose was PUMPED that his aiess exploration had lead him to something interesting. Here he was in an entirely new timeline, surrounded by strangers in a spooky mansion where someone he did not know had been murdered. What an adventure!

Of course Ambrose had no interest in solving the murder himself, he would much rather observe the events of the night at his own leisure until a way out was found. Then he would--I dunno jump into another time-hole kr whatever.

Nothing really piqued his interest at first, but when he heard the manor had a gym he would find himself unable to focus on anything else. He slapped his bare chest and adjusted his slacks, he could really go for some reps if nothing else seemed exciting.

Ambrose merrily made his way to the gym, letting himself in with a bit of a flourish. Ambrose took a moment to take on the room, whistling as he noted how top of the line all the equipment was. There was another man here, but Ambrose ignored him and explored the room more thoroughly.

Ambrose was about to help himself to the weights, when he noticed something odd in the corner. Now what could that be?

Notes:
--In the gym with Cillian Quinn
--What's that in the corner? 1/1

Osborne's attempts to seduce the monster were nowhere close to successful, and Ambrose would loudly attempt to improve the zoroarks performance with loud directions. "I would not believe a thing your hips are telling me right now! Come on I wanna see that bear chubbin'!" Osborne eventually had enough, dismissing his illusion and looking back at Ambrose with a less than friendly leer. Ambrose was oblivious to why Osborne would be angry with him, "What? What's with the attitude?"

Before Osborne could return to his trainer and smack him upside the head, a body would rise up before the zoroark. Before he could react, the now-living body would bite into Osborne and drag him into the water. Ambrose cracked a little as something dragged his partner in crime into the swamp. "NO! MY BABY BOY!!!" Sure they did not always get along, but he raised Osborne from an egg! He was not about to let some unexpected sideshow drown him!

Ambrose jumped into the water without hesitation, swimming wildly toward Osborne as he was pulled deeper into the murky water by the undead. Osborne was positioned to face Ambrose as he was pulled down, and as he spotted his master the panicked pokemon would reach out a claw to be saved. Ambrose extended his own hand, nearly grasping his beloved pokemon. Just inches away from success, Ambrose would be roughly pulled to the side. Gripping him with unnatural strength, another undead horror would begin dragging Ambrose downward. No matter how much he struggled, Ambrose could not break free from his assailant's grasp--leaving him helpless as he was dragged into the swamp's depths.

He was not drowned though, instead emerging with his captor in some sort of underground cavern. It was quite the sight, covered in beautiful crystals the likes of which Ambrose had never seen before! He did not get to admire the view though, as a bizarre jellyfish would wrap itself around Ambrose's limbs and fill him with a tiring nausea.

Ambrose heaved as he tried to balance himself with deep breaths. This feeling that had been forced upon him--it was worse than any hangover he had ever experienced. At least he was not suffering alone, as multiple volunteers had also been captured. And look, there was Osborne right next to him--also captured.

Ambrose struggled to speak to his zoroark companion, "You okay pal?" Osborne strained himself before looking to Ambrose and nodding. Ambrose smiled before predictably ruining the moment, "This would not have happened if you were a better dancer." Osborne huff, and Ambrose would weakly laugh off the zoroark's irritation. "We can get out of this though, we just gotta wait for the right moment." The so called 'bodies' seemed to be actually blue humanoids in dreadful cosplay armor. They seemed to be busy talking amongst themselves, but Ambrose was sure that an escape attempt would be swiftly dealt with by their superior numbers. If only they had a distraction.

Suddenly noise erupted behind them, and after craning his head Ambrose would witness the bear emerging along with several fellow volunteers. Ambrose grinned, "Well this is as good as it gets. Hit it Osborne!" The zoroark screeched, tensing his body as he let out a pitch-black shockwave of pure darkness (Night Daze). Hopefully this would be enough to free both himself and Ambrose so that they could partake in the brawl.

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tl;dr
--Zoroark's terrible dance failed to seduce the bear. He would be abruptly pulled into the swamp by an 'undead' creature.
--Ambrose dived into the water to save Zoroark, only to be captured by another undead creature.
--Both Ambrose and Zoroark are restrained by the Nihilego. As the bear and its allies appear, Zoroark attempts to free itself and Ambrose with Night Daze.

Ambrose eventually got himself out of the mud, thanks to some water-based intervention from a nearby volunteer. You won't see Ambrose showing thanks though, instead posturing as if he had pulled himself out all by himself. "Ha! Easy as pie!"

Ambrose wasted no time catching up to the others, reeling to a screeching halt as the creature revealed itself. Why, it was a giant bear--thing! Oh the horror, oh the humanity! The bear dived into some nearby water, revealing a big bulging bundle of dead bodies. Ambrose quickly took out his phone to snap a picture, this shall serve as good inspiration for a song some day he was sure of it.

Everyone decided to throw out all of their ideas at once, creating a chaotic scene as traps and attacks meshed with one another. Ambrose has few resources to contribute, so he decided to make a plan of his own. He opened a pokeball, summoning Osborne the zoroark. Before Osborne could react, Ambrose waltzed up and began whispering in his ear. Whatever Ambrose said must have been truly appalling, because the zoroark would vehemently shake his head.

Ambrose came around to Osborne's front, putting his hands on their shoulders. "Come on buddy, you can do it! If we get out of this I'll wine and dine ya, promise!" Osborne grimaced but eventually began creating an Illusion to enact his master's plan. Ambrose rubbed his hands together as he got out of the way, just in time for Osborne to complete his transformation.

It was a little dark, and thus hard to get a complete picture, but Osborne did his best to become a fake copy of the evil bear! He leapt forward into the water, standing up on his back legs and waving his paws. Ambrose shouted to his partner from the bank of the makeshift pond. "Be more seductive! Put some feeling into it!" Osborne rolled his eyes before letting out a wolf-loud whistle while shaking his hips and posterior.

Surely this shall not have any unintended consequences.

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tl;dr
--Ambrose joins his team at the site of the bear's emergence.
--Zoroark uses Illusion to become an imperfect copy of the bear, using its guile and body language in an attempt to seduce the creature closer to Ambrose.

Shred had made a very dire mistake. By engaging Ambrose, he has forever bonded them through the spirit of shenanigans. Ambrose looked back, smiling deviously at the stranger who dared to speak to him.

"Wetter is better in my book."

Ambrose's attention was pulled toward a set of strange lights that forged a path away from his current trajectory. This could have almost certainly been a trap, but Ambrose hardly cared about possible danger. After all, he was here to catch a physical abomination. What could possibly be more dangerous than that?

So Ambrose followed the lights, and was left very disappointed when all he found were the other hunters. The rocker flourished his poncho, dramatically turning his back on the other participants. Did they truly intend to cooperate?

Ambrose paused, scratching his chin as if deep in thought. Perhaps teamwork was not as foolish as Ambrose had first concluded. He could capitalize on the group's efforts in order to pave the way to his own victory. Yes, Ambrose chuckled at his own cunning. He would no longer walk the path of the lone wolf, instead it would be time to make friends to best abuse this lot's good will.

Ambrose attempted to step forward to go mingle, but found that he could not lift his legs. He looked down, and found that his boots were now consumed in mud! Ambrose let out a retching noise, tugging on his legs to try and break them free from the mud. As he struggled he would look around for a sympathetic soul to show him pity.

"I could use just a bit of help. Maybe some butter or oil? Or the jaws of life?"

Tl;dr
--Ambrose will now be forever bonded with Shred because he dared to talk to him. The consequences of this soul-union will reveal itself in the future!
--Ambrose gets stuck in the mud after following the Will-o-wisps and finding the other explorers in AREA 1.

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Ambrose perked up as a human voice echoed from nearby. The guide instantly tensed, reaching for a pokeball on his belt. Ambrose threw his own caution to the wind, running past his guide and in the direction that the voice had come from. The guide flinched as Ambrose ran past, fruitlessly reaching his hand out and yelling out an ignored warning. "Wait don't run off it's not safe here!"

Safe? When was discovery ever safe? Ambrose rolled his eyes at his guide's concern, he was starting to think that he had hired a coward. Ambrose turned a street corner and came upon--some sort of knight? Ambrose gasped with pure joy, the visual of a stalwart knight with the backdrop of a ruined city was just too perfect. He raised his camera and took a picture to capture the image before trotting forward.

"Hail fellow traveler! What's poppin' my man?" Ambrose stopped as he heard a crunch under his boots, looking down to find shattered crystals across the ground. Ambrose grinned, "Whoa gnarly." Ambrose slid his foot back and took a picture of the scattered stones, each of them reflecting an aura of beautiful light as his camera flashed.

The guide rounded the corner shortly after, a little out of breath from trying to keep up with his client. "Mister Ambrose get back, we don't know who that is. He could be dangerous." Ambrose straightened up and put a hand on his hip, "He doesn't seem so bad to me. Got a name, Sir Knight?"

Gwyar Wledig

The man's answer sent adrenaline shooting through Ambrose. His wild eyes widened, and his grin intensified. He slammed the side of the truck and cackled with mischievous glee. "Hell YEAH! Let's go shake the world!" The light turned green, and Osborne would slam the acceleration. The wheels screeched briefly before the truck shot off like a bullet.

Ambrose kept his window down, allowing his metal music to continue resonating across the air. The truck sped through the city, likely annoying many of its peace-loving residents. Who gives a flying FUCK about them though, we got a sky to set alight! They would exit the city, driving through a winding road before turning off through an opening in the tree line.

Shortly after the turnoff, the miniature convoy would emerge into a meadow. There were some scattered pokemon grazing on the grass, but as soon as the truck came blasting onto the scene they would all scatter back into the trees. Once they reached the middle of the meadow, the truck would come to a stop and go silent as the ignition was turned off. Ambrose opened his door, causing his pokemon to once again tumble out like scattered beer cans.

Ambrose himself jumped out, rubbing his hands as he strode to the back of the truck. He looked to his new companions on the motorcycle, shooting them a grin as he grabbed onto the tarp and tore it off. Thus the cargo was revealed, a pile of fireworks that would make a theme park blush. He grabbed a hefty looking rocket and lifted it up for the cyclist to see.

"Yo do you know how to set up a motar?"

Dirk Evans

The Wingull descended upon the beach like ravenous dogs. At first they focused on the pile of bread, a frenzy of wings and beaks ripping apart the fluffy offering. Beach-goers near the frenzy were forced to flee, as Wingull that could not immediately snatch up some bread spread out in search of more food. Ambrose cackled at the chaos, he knew it was going to be insane but the blood-less carnage exceeded his expectations. He was pretty sure he saw a damn pelipper with their rider still on board jump into the fray. It was truly a feast to remember!

Unfortunately the bread was finite, and as the last crumb was stolen there were a great deal of Wingull left that had empty bellies. Unable to accept that all of the food was gone, they branched out across the beach in search of sustenance. Soon, a problem that had gone mostly unnoticed had completely engulfed the beach. Familes, couples, friend groups, solo explorers, no one was safe from the insistent Wingull! The birds were pecking at heads, pulling at hair, stealing everything from towels to backpacks, just causing a whole mess of mischief.

Ambrose laughed harder still at this escalation, the whole beach was in a panic! This went better than he could have hoped! However, he would find that the gulls did not discriminate with their torment. A wingull would land on his head, and the disgusted Ambrose would wave his arms to dismiss it. "Damn pest, leave me be!" This one wingull was replaced by three more, who fluttered their wings in his face and pulled at his precious pink hair. Ambrose immediately regretted this misadventure.

"Help! They're trying to eat my hair HELP ME!!!"

Rowan Wrynn

There was a monster hiding out near Fortree. A sordid beast with a taste for blood and flesh. The creature's vile activities within the woods became impossible to ignore, it had to be found and stopped before it could harm anything else. Most probably sought to hunt it down and slay the monstrosity, but not Ambrose. Ambrose read the the news and thought of only one thing: Adding this badass to his team.

I mean how could he pass up a chance like this? It was like a metal album cover came to life, a pokemon like this would be the ultimate mascot for Ambrose's comeback! Ignoring the tragic loss of life that surrounded this hunt, Ambrose came to Route 119 far too eager to encounter this mysterious predator. The weather was not ideal, it was far too rainy and muddy to hunt efficiently. Not that Ambrose cared, he just threw on a see-through poncho (had to show off his abs, otherwise why were they there?) and his favorite boots and marched through the mud with unyielding gusto.

There was a path he could follow to get deeper into the wetlands, and he would likely encounter the other members of the hunting party should Ambrose follow it. But Ambrose was convinced that the best way to track down the monster would be to avoid the paths! It was what the monster would least expect--maybe. So Ambrose would wander into the wilderness, gallantly getting lost without a care in the world.

He did not expect to find anyone else out here, but it would seem that at least two others would have the same idea. That or they were two serial killers waiting to ambush careless stragglers, either-or sounded like a fun time to Ambrose! He marched up to the figures and passed them by with a skip in his step.

"Evening gents! Great night for it huh? Gotta love that fresh, WET air!"

tl;dr
--Ambrose is disturbingly excited to encounter a psychopathic cryptid.
--Ambrose goes to AREA 1 and avoids the main path, coming upon Shred and Grigori Sokolov . Greets them accordingly.

Exploring Ultra Space was not for the faint of heart. To the common civilian, jumping through one of the portals that were dotted around Hoenn was a death sentence. Ultra Space was definitively hostile toward the denizens of Earth, similar to how white blood cells are hostile to bacteria. A prospective explorer shall need training and skill to successfully navigate these alien realms without meeting a horrible end.

Ambrose had neither, but he was mentally imbalanced which was almost just as good. When he heard of these portals into another dimension, he had become obsessively fixated. To a man that has seen and done everything, this was like getting the chance to start life over again. He was warned of the dangers, yet he remained undeterred. After all, it was his chosen Purpose to experience and explore everything he possibly could--he would not miss out on this opportunity just because it was treacherous.

He first secured a guide, a gun for hire that had visited the Ultra Sea once before to fight along side the League against Rocket. His fee was heavy, but to Ambrose no payment would be too great when it came to this experience. He then chose a destination, wading through rumors and publicly released reports about what hid behind each portal. To Ambrose, the ruined city of Lesser Megalopolis seemed like the best stop. With an obnoxiously large camera in hand and the spirit of adventure in his heart, Ambrose would embark upon his fated journey.

Those first few moments upon exiting the portal were pure magic. Sure he felt like throwing up every one of his vital organs, but laying his eyes upon a ruined alien city filled Ambrose with a sense of childlike wonder. He immediately started taking pictures, his camera clicking loudly and flashing every time he clicked the shutter button. His guide seemed unamused, walking ahead while Ambrose took in the bleak scenery. "Don't linger." The guide said curtly as he carefully started toward the city. "Ultra Beasts could be anywhere, I'd rather not get into a fight five minutes in."

Ambrose cackled, dismissing his companion's concern. "Come now, don't be such a drag. Where's your sense of adventure!?"

Gwyar Wledig

tl;dr
--Ambrose is being a tourist in Lesser Megalopolis.

Prompts Accomplished

--Ambrose Hendrix's experience as a musician and/or struggles with 'purpose' must be explored. 1/3

The sun was high, the wind was mild, and the waves were bitchin' here in Lilycove. It was the perfect day to grab a towel, surfboard, or sand castle bucket and head down to the beach. The city populace seemed to collectively decide to do just that, creating a community of fun upon the beach. Though, as with every time the beach got busy, the activity would attract the attention of wayward wingulls in need of a solid meal.

Everyone knew by now that bringing food to the beach was a bad idea, so the gulls would be left want from afar as the beach-goers did what beach-goers do. However, a figurative cloud was about to rain on today's happy vibes. An agent of chaos that enjoyed causing mischief just to see what would happen.

Ambrose had arrived fairly late in the afternoon, dressed only from the waste down in slacks and loafers. His sunglasses reflected a visage of dark orange rays, creating menacing aura. He had a drawstring bag slung over his shoulder, the contents of which would create unimaginable mayhem should they be unleashed.

He was in a good mood, strutting toward the center of the beach while whistling a tune. Once he arrived at his apparent destination, Ambrose would let out a content sigh and take in the atmosphere. He was surrounded by such beautiful visions of joy and harmony, it was hard not to feel giddy himself. Basking in the glow of this communal merrymaking, Ambrose would casually open up his bag and dump its contents.

What fell from the maw of his insidious bag was exactly eighty two loose slices of white bread. Once his payload was delivered, Ambrose slung the bag over his shoulder and trotted away to find a good view for the oncoming pandemonium. His plan worked almost immediately, the behavior of the looming gulls shifting before anyone could notice what had happened. By the time the pile of bread was noticed, it was too late. The flock descended upon the beach like a storm, and the bird-pocalypse began.

Rowan Wrynn

BLOOD MUD & IRON SIGN-UP

ON THE HUNT!

CHARACTER: Ambrose Hendrix[break]
PKMN TEAM (3 MAX): Listed Below[break]
WHAT IS THE IC REASON FOR YOUR CHARACTER'S PARTICIPATION?: This monster sounds metal as fuck and he wants it for himself!