The blonde scrunched his nose up in disgust as the smell wafted through the area. While he didn't care much for INCENSE, some pokemon went crazy for it. Especially certain types. The DRAGON INCENSE burned and had a chalky smell that infiltrated his senses. But hey, if it worked, he wouldn't have any complaints.

His Armarouge stood at the ready, eager to get some training in. Although it was newer to his team, the psychic type seemed quick to learn. He admired that fact. Perhaps it could sense the broken spirits of pokemon before it and knew best to fall in line.

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A small outing for the Winter season. A snow lodge seemed like the perfect place for his pokemon to enjoy themselves. They'd done well so far, and he figured it was a nice reward for them to get the chance to unwind. Schuyler knelt down and gave his Mabosstiff a firm pat on the head. Despite the snow, the dog seemed fairly warm. He himself had made sure to bundle up. But he didn't want to keep his pokemon exposed to the cold for too long. (Though he didn't seem it, he did care for them to some degree.) As the pair entered the lobby of the lodge, Schuyler approached the dispenser they had and swiped his card. From there, he got a hot cocoa for himself and warm milk for his Mabosstiff.

With the warm milk offered out, he advised the dog to take careful drinks of it. Despite its big, slobbery maw, the Mabosstiff seemed gentle in lapping up the milk. Once the two had enjoyed their treats, he turned his attention to a pair of kids that seemed to be goofing off. Brows furrowed in a sense of disapproval as he pondered where their parents could be. Before he could register what was going on, the young girl threw a cup of water at the boy and completely missed, instead headed for one of the monitors at the check-in desk. It spat and sputtered sparks before it ultimately gave out, but it didn't stop there. Unbeknownst to him, it had nothing to do with the drenched water. Outside, one of the faulty wires upon one of the transformers had finally given in from the surge.

The room went dark, and with the light went the heat. Immediately people started to panic and scramble.

What was the first thing to do in an emergency? Ground one's self. Schuyler immediately took to the front desk and grabbed a notepad and pen to jot down a note. Once he got the gist of things, he folded up the note and offered it carefully to the Mabosstiff. With a few gentle pets, Schuyler gave it orders and sent it out.

"Find help, and if you can't, come back."

After he managed to pry the front doors open, the Mabosstiff bolted to hopefully find an on-duty ranger. The doors were immediately shut again to keep the warmth in.

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Josh Devlin

Schuyler turned his wrist over to eye the watch face on the underside. With the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, there remained plenty of foot traffic. It almost made him sick. Once he finally reached the café that Zev had mentioned, Schuyler broke free from the crowd and slipped right in. It seemed a bit odd to meet in Sootopolis, but in hindsight, it was the only way to openly speak of Rocket dealings. Schuyler took to maintaining a civilian persona quite well, he hoped not to tie his work into that. He approached the counter and ordered an iced matcha latte with a pump of french vanilla.

As he approached the table, his eyes immediately met the folder that Zev had sat out in front of him. A brow quirked as he met the Rocket Beast's eyes. A new mission? Or maybe something more. He didn't dawdle, rather immediately pulled up a seat and sat his drink down on the small table. Though he always seemed to have a touch of gruffness in his body language, it seemed amplified.

Maybe whatever was in that folder could explain why. Schuyler offered a hand out to Zev to accept the folder from him. He wasn't one to take things that weren't his own without some form of permission.

"Something from our last mission? Or something completely unrelated?"

He didn't seem to mind either way. Business was business, and he found that he seemed to enjoy working with Zev. It's why he didn't seem to mind meeting him during one of the busiest shopping seasons. At least someone had passerbys occupied with some pamphlets around for a man who called himself Father Winter the 2nd. Maybe that's why the café wasn't as active as it could have been.

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Zev Harcourt

Maybe it would have been easier to call the fight and return his Pangoro to its pokeball. But this is what the pokemon needed. An ability to overcome any obstacle in its way. The moment that the Pangoro hears the almost teasing caws of the Dodrio, it draws its fist back to aim a HAMMER ARM at the admittedly boisterous bird. Schuyler squinted a bit to try and make out the shadows deep within the battlefield. The movements seemed to dance within the shadows clumsily. The Dodrio well versed seemed nimble enough to avoid the attacks that his Pangoro shot its way.

And with every miss, the Pangoro grew more frustrated. Schuyler furrowed his eyebrows at the increasingly exasperated pokemon.

"Get it together! Swinging blindly won't do anything, you know better."

With the surprisingly encouraging words from its trainer, the Pangoro took a moment to recollect itself. Bracing itself, the pokemon readied itself to use its newfound shadow move, SHADOW BREAK. It was still a blind shot ultimately, but this time the pokemon seemed more concentrated, as though it attempted to listen for any steps or breaths that the Dodrio took before it made its move.

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Cillian Quinn

Brows furrowed in slight disgust. A vegetable tea...? Was the judge sure about that? Schuyler grimaced a bit as he tried to flip through the book for some sort of ideas. The book didn't even recommend anything. The only thing he could think to even bother trying was to combine a dish with boba pearls. And like that, he took to carefully chopping tomatoes, garlic cloves, a bell pepper, and an onion. The tomatoes and garlic were blended thoroughly with some black tea. The idea itself disgusted him but hey, they needed tea to actually be suitable, right?

The tomato juice and tea concoction was carefully poured over boba pearls and topped with the other variety of vegetables. A celery stalk accompanied the abomination as garnish as Schuyler scrunched his nose up at his own creation: it seemed like a bastardized gazpacho infused with tea and boba pearls. Well, this is what the judges asked for...

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Not only did virgil roach take some of the brunt of his Ditto-Bundle's attack, but it came into full swing the moment that robin coello's Gengar mixed with plenty of pummelling from the Iron Bundle in return. Immediately Schuyler went running to go catch the poor creature as it seemed to teeter off of the train. A dive and slide to catch it seemed enough, but the replicant bird-blob shook its head. It seemed momentarily dizzy, evident from the spirals that seemed to spin around its head. It shook off the attack and jumped back into the fray once more. A relieved smile found its way to his face as he lifted his head to offer luka chêne his gratitude.

"Our saviors, the both of you."

But his gratitude didn't last long as he realized the state of the train. Immediately to his feet, Schuyler took a glance at robin coello's Snorlax, then the train. If they could time things just right, they could at least offer virgil roach a safe escape from the train. With another thought in motion, his attention turned to the ranger once more.

"Think you can get your Snorlax to catch the guy on the train?"

His attention turned towards the train that slid off the rails, its wreckage headed for the market. Another suggestion offered to the man aboard.

"You're going to have to jump now!"

This was all a matter of trust between the group of strangers. Soon his Ditto-Bundle took to chasing after the train to release a flurry of AIR CUTTERS in an attempt to break apart the train the moment Virgil would dare to hop off. While the Ditto focused on attempting to minimize the damage, his attention turned to luka chêne once more.

"Seems you've got that thing under control for now, think you can keep it up? We can't let that thing get away when we're this close."

Z-Moves were impressive on the field, he had to admit.

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tl;dr
- runs to catch ditto-bundle
- suggests Robin use Snorlax to help cushion Virgil's jump
- warns Virgil he's gotta jump
- ditto-bundle attempts to use air cutter to destroy the derailed train
- suggests Luka maintain the heat on Iron Bundle

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The Genesect's move ensnared the Kyogre for the briefest of moments. With the beast immobilized, Schuyler took the briefest of moments to pull the destroyed camera back into the boat. With any luck, they might be able to repair it for future use. As the ELECTROWEB weakened the leviathan a fair amount, it did the smart move and dove down into the waters once more to flee. It needed to recover, a notion that Schuyler could understand.

Now that they could take the opportunity, Schuyler fell back against the railing and slid to sit down on the floor of the ship as he heaved out an exhale. The battle, though short-lived, left him holding his breath. Hands slicked his soaked hair out of his eyes as he took the opportunity to glance up at Zev and finally speak to him once more.

"The good news is that it didn't seem to attack us solely for a Rocket allegiance. In fact, I'd surmise that it holds no certain faction loyalty, and if that's the case, we could make an ally of this creature."

After he took a moment to peer at the broken camera, fingers fumbled around with the otherwise decimated plastic and metal until he was able to find a memory card to eject from the camera. Everything they'd caught on camera would be saved onto the card. At least this wasn't all for nothing. Schuyler stood up and dropped the SD card into the Rocket Beast's hand. After that, he turned to address the grunt at the boat's controls.

"Let's get out of here before that thing decides to come back."

It seemed the grunt felt the same, as they remained quick to turn the boat back the way they'd come from.

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Zev Harcourt

Beneficial. Something about that word felt chalky on his tastebuds. Nevertheless, he could read the room in the assassin's curt words. Not much of a talker, he could respect that. Lips drew downward into a frown as she took the lead. His attention fell elsewhere as he caught a glimpse of the outline of something on the horizon. Brows furrowed as he took the first few step towards it, and the closer he got, the more it looked like some sort of futuristic ship. A hand reached up to the hull as he brushed a few barnacles off mixed with some caked on mud. With each brush, he began to uncover letters.

The name didn't ring a bell in the slightest. But it was obviously there for a reason, and that reason was to be investigated further. As he felt along the ship with some sense of intent, a hatch finally opened that allowed them entry. Schuyler took the liberty to board the ship first, then offered a hand out to Camellia. Whether or not she took it was up to her. But once the pair had boarded, the viscous adhesive from outside of the ship seemed more prominent. Had it come from the ship? Or better yet, something aboard the ship?

"Given this is uncharted territory for the both of us, it's better that we work together."

His tone fell flat, but it was obvious that the words weren't quite a suggestion, nor a demand. If she chose to disagree, then so be it. But he wouldn't come rushing to help if whatever was on this ship decided to attack. With the thought pushed aside, he began to try a variety of doors in hopes they could find some sort of clue. Some didn't budge. Others seemed like emptied personal rooms. Broken mirrors, dilapidated furniture, it had all seen better days, that was for sure. Then again, the outer part of the ship seemed that way, too.

prompts completed
12 involve the realm's heartbeat-like sound and/or the discovery of large organ-like structures.
04 explore the unnerving wreckage of a megalopolan vessel, named The Quaestor Lucis.

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Camellia Lemaitre

Dodrio seemed like the perfect choice given its secondary flying type. At least it would prove for a worthwhile battle.

As Cillian's Shadow Miasma permeated the field, Schuyler took a deep breath. It seemed like a sort of camoflauge that made it difficult to perceive the other side. With his Pangoro already in a frenzy, the shadows that suffused the room left the fighting type disoriented. The Dodrio took courtesy of the first move, to which Schuyler nodded to the Pangoro.

"Strike it with a Low Sweep."

With the order offered, the Pangoro charged into the void and crouched low. While it attempted to strike the Dodrio, the move came as a miss. It seemed that it wasn't just Schuyler who had some difficulty seeing through the Shadow Miasma, as his Pangoro suffered the same slight.

"Shit, get out of the mist and let's regroup!"

But little did he realize, the Dodrio had the advantage of speed on its side. His Pangoro was a sitting Ducklett until the bird decided to make its strike.

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Cillian Quinn