Amor seemed to be in much higher spirits as their conversation went on. Oscar found himself becoming more cheerful, Amor's good fortune (barring the whole forty years in a day thing) manifesting an infectious joy. "I'm glad to hear things are going so well! I'm really excited to see what your next project is!"

Oscar nodded as Amor queried about his devices, "I believe that it's the capacity. The machines I'm using aren't designed to hold anything other than electricity--maybe a bit of Infinity Energy. It's mostly useful for getting data, so I know what to build in order to harness dynenergy. Shouldn't be long now, I just need a way to keep such a device cool once the energy is inside."

This did not feel like work at all, rather it felt like catching up with an old friend. Which was basically what they were doing, it was almost as if they had not been separated at all! Yet their rapport came at a dire price, as Oscar would be clueless to the massive shape emerging from the ocean--drawn to the energy of the power spot. Perhaps Amor would have better luck.

Amor Rose

Oscar tried not to fixate on the tera crystal formations, it was easy to get lost within their multi-colored fractals. If he did not keep his wits about him, they may pass by an extraordinary discovery--like a strong pokemon or a new race of gnomes. Whatever the fuck would be crazy enough to call this crystal hell home.

He was surprised by Lulu's query, but answered confidently. "Nope, it's probably not in its nature. But we'll figure out a way to manage its growth soon enough. Before long, tera crystals will just be another resource under the command of mankind." Oscar truly believed this, he felt it was only a matter of time before someone figured out a way to tame the tera crystals. If not him, it would likely be Naomi Sato or Amor Rose--or some other enterprising scientist looking to bend nature to their will.

Hopefully Lulu could find some comfort in his conviction.

Prime walked alongside Lulu's genesect. It was trying really hard not to look at it, but could not help glancing at its kin every few seconds. It did not want to disturb it, yet Prime was drowning in questions...

Lulu Flint

Oscar had to admit that he got something of a petty satisfaction in seeing Violet be taken aback, even if only slightly. Yet the confidence she had displayed thus far did not waver, and that pleased Oscar even more. To falter when given the chance to prove one's skill would have been a dire mark upon her grade.

She was off in no time flat, and Prime would be hot on her heels. Oscar meanwhile sat himself upon the table, pulling out his phone to watch the operation through Prime's HUD. He pulled a lollipop out of his coat pocket, tossing it into his mouth as he prepared to enjoy the show.

Prime followed Violet all the way to the high offices. Its prominent flame decals were easy to identify, so as long as Violet remained confident no other grunts would accost them. The challenge would only begin once Violet reached the foyer of Fern's office, where his secretary sat. The secretary would look up as the duo approached.

"Oh! I'm sorry but Mister Delaney isn't in right now. I can leave him a message if you'd like."

Prime looked to Violet, waiting to see what she would do.

Violet Fairbanks

Zev would be asleep by the time Oscar returned. Oscar was relieved to see that Zev had already knocked out, saved him the trouble of trying to get his Necrozma biology to accept anesthesia. He nodded cheerfully at the Gengar, unaware of its morbid orders. Hopefully there will not be a reason for Oscar to learn of them.

Oscar approached the capsule, which would open after after a button was pressed on the control panel. Oscar held a pokeball aloft, freshly retrieved from the sub's storage room. Oscar sneered as he examined his reflection in the ball, "Time to see if this thing still works." He opened the ball into the capsule, sealing it closed as the pokemon took shape.

The released specialism was a floette with a bizarre flower in its hands. The creature had been used previously to demonstrate Walsh's Infinity Energy Extractor, but it had seen very little use since then. The small fairy did not seem surprised by the environment it has found itself in, instead appearing glum as it examined its mechanized surroundings.

Oscar was not one for pity, he had already sacrificed countless pokemon upon the alter of progress. However, the sheer depression of this pitiful creature was really hampering the vibe. Oscar tried to avoid eye contact, which incidentally found him locking eyes with Zev's gengar. A smile crossed over his pale face.

"Um, hey gengar. You wouldn't happen to know hypnosis--would ya?"

The gengar did not, but Oscar could not yet read its mind to know that.

Zev Harcourt

Oscar had been staring up at the sky, waiting patiently for tonight's help to arrive. Ever since the incident with Shred, Oscar had been struggling to secure aid for his burglary project. One bad job and suddenly no one wants to break into places with you, it was a big pain in his ass. He had no hard feelings toward anyone though, this was how the game was played. He would have to rebuild his thievery reputation the old fashioned way, and that started here at the Oceanic Museum.

Oscar had luckily managed to rope in a greenhorn to provide some backup tonight. That was how he would have to find help for his heists now, exploiting the ignorance of new recruits. When they arrived Oscar would slowly turn away from the sky, greeting them with a smile and a nod. "And what an evening it is. Nice to meet you, I'm Oscar Clayton."

Oscar folded his arms, pursing his lips as he prepared to reveal tonight's caper. "The museum has just expanded their aquarium exhibit. They're showing off some newly caught relicanth or whatever. Their tanks need special filtering to help them survive, and it just so happens those filters make for excellent cooling devices for high performance computers. We'll be taking all of them."

Oscar turned around toward the roof access door. He had already picked the lock, and opened it to enter the maintenance stairwell. He took one step in before turning his head back toward his companion, "You don't have a qualm with any of this, do you?"

Sailor de Laurierwylle

It was a harsh truth, but Oscar agreed. Zapdos has untapped potential, and the weakness of his physical body prevented Oscar from tapping into it. He was a little relieved to hear that Theo was not holding Zapdos's ball, how he would have gotten his hands on it would have kept Oscar up for months. The former beast was still surprised to learn that Zapdos was here, hiding within the cavern.

Oscar looked around, as if trying to locate the legendary bird's position on his own. When he failed, his eyes would rest upon Theo. Oscar was not sure what Theo had in mind, but if it was to make Rocket stronger--he would have to trust him. He gave the underboss a nod before cupping his hands and calling upward.

"Zapdos! Can you hear me? It's Oscar Clayton! Reveal yourself!"

THEO BECKETT

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

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TOTAL

do come again!

## PD

A mysterious monkey with psychic and poison abilities!? What a bizarre creature, it must surely be suffering constantly. Oscar heeded the call of this mysterious MMMM, if only to put this poor monkey out of its misery once it falls into Oscar's euthanizing clutches. This monkey was done-key!

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The simian lives a tortured life.
An existence ruled by ceaseless strife.
So close it is to true enlightenment.
Stifled by its cruel environment.
A waste of flesh and precious breath.
Relieved only by a brutal death.

Please be a merciful bunky.
And kill this poor pathetic monkey.

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At first Oscar was worried that Sidney would lose her resolve. She seemed hesitant to execute the Musharna, and if she could not then Oscar was about to have a very bad day. Luckily she found her courage, and took out the sleeping summoner. As the mist died down, the paradox pokemon gradually begin to stop spawning. Those that have already formed continue to beat down upon each other, only this time when they fall none appear to replace them.

Prime thrashed across the chamber, using its incredible stacks of power to cut down the remaining combatants. Before long, the once chaotic room fell silent. The dazzling crystal walls were buried beneath layers of blood, casting everything in a red hue. Even after the final opponent fell, Prime would continue to stab into bodies to fulfill its blood lust. Oscar decided to allow the normally restrained cyborg to let off some steam, stepping over bodies to make his way toward Sidney.

"Nicely done." He said as he approached. He was caked in paradox viscera, yet he would address Sidney as if they had only finished practicing a dance routine. "You seemed to hesitate there at the end but I'm glad you found your nerve. Musharna are always sleeping, so knocking it out wouldn't have fixed anything." Oscar loomed over the pink creature, which now seemed just as peaceful as it normally did--with the addition of a few puncture wounds. He studied it for a time but gave no words on its behalf. It was a sorry soul that had a nightmare in the worst possible place, nothing more than that.

Oscar turned toward Sidney, "Well that's another job under the belt. How about I treat you to some breakfast? I know a fuckin' bomb-ass pancake place in Oldale." Oscar turned his head toward Prime, who was still stabbing into already dead bodies. "Prime cut it out we're leaving!" Prime heard the command but struggled to get its rage under control. It let out several more harsh strikes before steadily calming itself down. It heaved heavily, as if it had just finished running across the entirety of Hoenn. Oscar of course acted as if this was normal.

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As Prime let loose a salvo of Magnet Bombs into a crowd of Paradox pokemon, Oscar would look toward Sidney as she called to him. His eyes followed where she was pointing, and he would spot flashes of pink between the clashing bodies of other combatants. His theory was correct, a Musharna was behind this mess--and it was nearby.

Oscar looked to Prime, who had just finished flattening a Sandy Shocks with its heel. "Prime! Rip and tear this way." Oscar pointed toward the direction of the Musharna, and Prime would move to form a path. It would be abruptly thwarted as a blood drenched Roaring Moon appeared out of nowhere to pin Prime to the ground.

The frenzied beast roared in Prime's face, and the unamused Prime would screech back. Oscar groaned at the inconvenience, gingerly moving toward the struggling duo as other paradox pokemon filled in the gaps left by their fallen kin. Prime's cannon charged once more before being unleashed upon the Roaring Moon's head (Techno Blast). The blast incinerated the screaming creature and ripped into the ceiling, causing chunks of rocks to fall across the battlefield.

Oscar got right against Prime as it tossed aside the headless dragon. They were now surrounded, packed too tightly to reach the Musharna. Prime resumed ripping into any creature that got near it. Oscar looked up to Sidney, unflinching as blood and oil splattered across his face. "This won't stop until the Musharna's dead! Take it out Sidney!"

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@sidney

Oscar felt pretty smug about his cybernetic prosthesis. It was indeed the height of artificial limb technology, the culmination of years of research concentrated into one perfect product. It has been sitting in a closet for a year sure, but it was still top of the line no doubt about it.

Then Shred took a big shit on it. Oscar caught the severed Iron Valiant arm, his eye twitching as his affable facade cracked. "What the fuck did you say?" He said, holding back uncharacteristic irritation. He held the futuristic arm aloft, gazing at how it shined against his laboratory's lighting. Oscar's mouth squirmed like a worm, despite its damaged condition this piece of machinery was flawless. And from the future to boot!?

Oscar took a long minute to process what he was seeing, his mind churning like a slot machine as it decided how to react. Eventually, his squirming mouth would wrench itself into a frenzied grin. He began to laugh, a deep chuckle that grew into a harsh guffaw. "Oh Shred--what a gift you've provided me!"

He pressed the Iron Valiant arm against his own prosthesis, his widened eyes shaking with euphoric glee. "Give me forty eight fuckin' hours and I'll make the greatest piece of cybernetic machinery known to man! Your arm will be so advanced that they'll write fuckin' papers about it! You're gonna be the trillion dollar man Shred, and it'll just be your god damn arm!" Oscar grabbed both arms and pressed them against his chest. He was not asking permission.

"Now kindly get the fuck out, I got work to do."

Shred