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[attr="class","itemcoltexttit"]VERDANTURF 1-B

[attr="class","itemcoltext"]You seize the Wish Tag from Fernando Silph in the midst of battle. As soon as you do, you hear Jirachi's voice. It reaches into your innermost desire. It asks you: "do you wish to win?"[break][break]

However, with great power comes greater sacrifice. In order to bend the scenario to your whims, you use the WISH TAG to conjure power for yourself. In the process, you must lose something. After all, this Jirachi was woken prematurely. Its wishes made corrupt.[break][break]

End the scenario in your way. Whether it means Verdanturf Town is destroyed and Rocket prevails, or another outcome of your choice.

She hands over the bag as he reaches for it; if he wants to set up the seismic sensor rod, he's more than welcome to it. She's established her fair share in the area over the last few weeks. "I do not want to get too close to those paradox pokemon. The ones in this area seem especially volatile. Perhaps, they would be valuable to my research, but such a connection is not clear. I think it is best to stray away from them, rather than follow their direction." [break][break]

Indeed, the trio of unusual paradox pokemon had racked up a body count over the last few weeks that was impressive. She was a little interested in the behavioral studies of paradox creatures but not enough to do any of the studies herself. She turned to her partner to see the Joltik assaulting him. Ameena's Espathra darted forward, eager to grab the bug in her mouth. "Careful," she intoned for her precious Edith, but the bird's bloodlust was not one to wane in the face of an electric type. [break][break]

She turned back to Kazuya with a sardonic smile. "Well, I suppose volatile pokemon can be trained." Her Espathra had the largest sadistic streak she had ever witnessed in a pokemon. She shouldn't write off the new trio so quickly. "That sensor you're holding can be used to determine their movement patterns since earthquakes seem to preface their arrival."

TAGS – Kazuya Yoshida [break]
NOTES – [break]|wxRv3Gd[break][break]

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Cillian Quinn, she commits to memory. She's heard his name before, hushed, and now she has a face for it. It continues to surprise her how prolific the scientist population is at the upper echelons of Rocket. She had mistakenly considered the organization to be comprised of brutes, thugs, and psychopaths, long before she was given an opportunity to help them as they helped her. She's never been so pleased to be proven wrong.[break][break]

"Only get outside to fight, hm?" Amor and Lulu were head scientists who seemed to have the time to pursue their own projects at least periodically, but it was disappointing that that freedom diminished higher up. Not that she had ever had her eyes set on underboss when she got the resources she needed already. "I cannot imagine how tedious that gets. A good balance is everything." [break][break]

She holds her hands out flat like two weights on a scale. "Years of military training," she dips one hand, "and years of doctoral studies." Her hands even out. While she felt some of her time in the Galarian military was wasted, its discipline and order had helped her survive the trials and tribulations of a doctorate. "All work and no play makes for a dull boy, or however that goes. If you ever find yourself in Mauville, you are more than welcome in my underground laboratory." [break][break]

She gets down as he commands, shielding her head as Honedge releases herself to hover protectively above as well. The earth threatens to split beneath their feet, but as soon as it starts, it relaxes. "This is one of the furthest seismic monitors. It might be a loss." The ground activity was not likely to ease up based on current patterns. "We could claim its data chip and recommend a different tool be established this far in." She waited for his response, curious if he would prefer to try and salvage the device by MacGyvering some protective setup.

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Ameena turns from the flames at Makoto's hesitation, their verbal 'wait,' but it's far too late. The tree is caught up in a powerful blaze. In the blink of an eye, the world around blurs to something distant. War is around them. [break][break]

Ameena is no stranger to war.[break][break]

Her military training kicks in. Realistically, the simulation will shift before she makes a dent in the world, but she jumps on the nearest trainer and wrenches his arm back to keep him from tossing the pokeball in his hand. Edith charges forward with drill peck, but the scene fades before the Espathra can relish the violence further.

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[attr="class","itemcoltexttit"]TREE OF LIFE 1-B

[attr="class","itemcoltext"]You burn the tree. As the flames begin to strip and char away white bark, the glade suddenly shifts around you into a terrifying vision of absolute war. Suddenly, you find yourselves in an ancient Kalosian battlefield. Pokemon and trainers clash with the intent to kill.[break][break]

Above, a YVELTAL watches ominously from a mountain's cliffside.[break][break]

The war rages on—and now, you're a part of it until the next shift.

Dewford. She made a note of it. It would be worth a visit. She wanted to see more of the naturally (perhaps, supernaturally) occurring dream mist. [break][break]

"I am well-versed in keeping myself in check when surrounded with contradictory or impossible situations. The... RKS simulations have made ample training grounds." She used to try many hallucinogenic concoctions to see what could bring her closer to the dream realm in unusual ways, but she had not made a breakthrough just yet. Still, she was undeterred. She would access the separate realm of dreams one way or another. [break][break]

She stepped away from the sensor and let it do its work. The chasm was a little enchanting when one just stood and looked around, with the glowing tera crystals creating a pleasant ambiance. But she moved her attention away from the scenery and back to her partner at the question. "Fighting as a person and not a trainer is easy. I served in the military like everyone else in my family. As a trainer? I rarely indulge. Still, my pokemon are rather autonomous. Edith, in particular, has a sadistic streak that keeps her fighting spirit honed. I suppose I let them succumb to instinct rather than direct them, for the most part." [break][break]

There was value in strategy, but hers had been to observe the enemy or take them out herself while her pokemon distracted them. "How are you, in battle?"

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Ameena does as he requests. After all, it'd be silly to burn a bridge with an established scientist and Rocket member, and she had room to carry two in her arms. "These better not hatch and cry for mum," she said lowly as she readied for them to leave. But something in Seraphim's voice caught her attention as he looked out in the distance. [break][break]

She turned and stood at his side, looking out. There was... a pulsing. [break][break]

"This area is huge; nothing could be so big as to... I mean, we saw the abyss and all of the pokemon in this area. A wailord could not even contain a fifth of what we have explored." And yet, the pulsing was there. It could, hypothetically, be something energy-related, but she felt a foreboding pit in her stomach that suggested that wasn't the case.

TAGS – Amor Rose [break]
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"Drowning?" Her question is barely asked before the scene shifts into Verdanturf. She intuits some of the exposition by way of the simulation's impact on her mind, but. She wasn't there. She doesn't know this battle. [break][break]

"What is this?" She steps closer, curious of the tag in Fernando's hands. She slowly recognized it to be related to Jirachi. The problem, Ameena had surmised years ago, was that there were too many deities across all the lands, and far too many of them infesting Hoenn and its people. The average region had a few to worry about, but Hoenn's oddities left them contending with every god. [break][break]

She had been in Alola during this, she thinks. Maybe her timeline is off. She's spent many years involved in her research and nothing else. "What happens if we take the tag?"

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[attr="class","itemcoltexttit"]VERDANTURF 1

[attr="class","itemcoltext"]After Slateport, Silas Blackwell's Rocket attempts to invade Fallarbor and Verdanturf. However, it is in Verdanturf where the first iteration of Team Rocket's Hoenn branch falls. By Evelyn Silph, Fernando Silph, and Kyle Lopez's intervention, SILAS BLACKWELL falls.[break][break]

But not yet. In this simulated universe, you encounter the final face-off in the battle-torn town. In Fernando's hands, he holds a JIRACHI WISH TAG.[break][break]

What do you do?[break][break]

Of course. She should have expected a fight between gods to break out after touching a rock.[break][break]

The simulation was the thing of headaches. She huffs as her vertigo settles and the scene unfolds to reveal a tree and a series of petrified pokemon. It asks for water. [break][break]

Playing along with the simulation has revealed any grand truth. "I will touch this one," she appeases. They had been a good sport about the space rock, so she will tackle the life tree. She releases Honedge and shares her plan with him. The sword uses aerial ace, but hits the ground at the base of the tree to generate a spark and then a flame. Its speed makes it an easy enough task. [break][break]

The tree is ablaze in fire. Ameena can't help the grin that splits her face. She wants to know what happens next. "Do you think a deity will come from this, too?"

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Their pokemon put up a good fight, but they are fighting a deity. She watches as her pokemon fall one by one to the Thundurus. The storm worsens in the sky as if the god is disappointed in his challenges. Distantly, Ameena wishes she had a gun with her. [break][break]

Their ship breaks under the assault of Thundurus and the storm and the sea. A large wave threatens them in the distance, and it's clear their exit from the simulation this time will be underwater. "Well, it has been an honor." She speaks with mirth and a sardonic amusement, always one to enjoy dark humor where she can find it. The wave looms, then crashes. The simulation is washed away.

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[attr="class","itemcoltexttit"]THUNDURUS 1-B

[attr="class","itemcoltext"]You battle the THUNDURUS, but it is unwise to do so in these conditions. In the THUNDURUS' element. After a long fought battle, lightning annihilates your ship's structure. Planks of wood are torn apart. The hull is burst right open.[break][break]

A large wave overtakes the sinking vessel, plunging you all into the dark sea.