"Wellp, here we are!"

Oscar gestured toward what had to have been a world first: a moderately healthy farm sitting within the Ultra Desert. Just as Oscar described to Priam earlier, he and howard slayte had worked very hard to start up a base within the sandy dunes of this alien landscape. The fact that they got anything to grow at all was an unparalleled achievement, but their ambitions stretched beyond the short term. They wanted to terraform as much of this wasteland as they could, proving that they could control the uncontrollable.

Of course Howard had been more hands on with the gardening than Oscar, the former beast was in charge of building a suitable shelter. There was a 'shelter adjacent' structure there now made from steel slabs, but that was hardly a permanent solution. This was why Oscar was visiting today, bringing along his dear friend Priam as an additional work force to build what would be a magnificent laboratory.

Oscar sighed deeply as he took in the humble settlement. "It's not much now but when we get into full swing shit is gonna get wild!" Oscar looked around as if trying to locate something specific, "Now where did I leave the building materials? I swear I put everything right up front."

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Oscar had grown fond of contests. When he first tried them he was rather underwhelmed, but over time he has fallen in love. The pageantry, the drama, all of it began to grow on him. So when this Tough Contest came around again, he would not hesitate to throw himself into the competition! After all, he possessed one of the toughest pokemon out there.

When it came time to introduce himself, Oscar prowled onto the stage like a devious ghoul. He wore a black Montsuki Kimono, his pale hands lingering over his face. Pulling his hands away would reveal the white mask covering his face, depicting a smiling creature with great tusks and curved horns. Oscar chuckled lowly as he turned sharply with a flourish, revealing the bizarre pokemon that was hiding behind him.

It was a naganadel, dressed up in red samurai breastplate and with a traditional samurai helmet fashioned onto its head. Its body and face had been painted red, causing it to resemble one of the legendary Oni from Far Eastern folklore. It gnashed its mandibles, which resembled the tusks of the mighty demon ogres of old.

Oscar finally spoke as he stood beside his demon warrior. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I come from the deepest reaches of The Border between worlds to present to you a truly wretched monstrosity. Spoken about only in hushed whispers, this fearsome fiend preys on the careless and haughty. Those who do not respect the spirits will face the full force of this demon's wrath!"

The naganadel whipped around its stinger, wielding it as if it were a katana. Oscar slowly removed his mask, showcasing his equally ghoulish but still more attractive face. "I am Oscar Clayton, and with Robbie the Rotten by my side we shall show you the true meaning of TOUKON!"

The two struck a striking pose, as if they were prepared to personally fight every single member of the audience.

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"Be safe!" Oscar would say as Zev left to unleash his inner power. Oscar giggled, why did it feel like Zev was heading off to use the restroom? He put his clown mentality to rest, he had a bit of work to do while Zev was gone.

Whenever Zev returned, he would find Oscar looking into a microscope. He had dripped some of the blood sample onto some slides, and was pouring over them with the fervor of discovery. Hearing Zev reenter, Oscar would speak to him without turning his attention away from the ocular lens.

"This has been an incredible examination. The Dynenergy actively destroys your blood cells by over charging them, while your Necrozma biology restores them shortly after. Your body was in a constant cycle of destroying and rebuilding itself! No wonder you felt sick."

Oscar finally pushed himself away from the lens, walking to the side so that Zev could have a chance to see for himself.

"Have a look."

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Oscar strained against the steering wheel, pushing it down as hard as he could to keep the wings turning upward. The subtle maneuver kept the ship from nose diving, but they were still coming in hot. Even with Howard's Golurk, they were having a hell of a time slowing down. Oscar yelled out to Boris, who was clinging to the floor with his claws.

"Boris! Belt, red ball, OPEN IT!" Boris hesitated before nodding affirmatively. He would not dare fail his master in their most dire time of need. He clawed his way forward until he reached Oscar, gingerly grabbing for a pure red pokeball on his belt. The dragon would daintily press the center button, which would cause the ball to enlarge and open.

Genesect Prime had the time to look up before the force of the falling ship caused it to fly backwards. It slowed its fall by using thrusters in its legs, installed just for this kind of scenario (Magnet Rise). Oscar turned his head to yell, "Help--land!" Genesect nodded, flying out of the ship from the back just as the Golurk did before it.

Genesect flew at top speed, racing the ship to reach its nose. Upon arriving, Genesect placed itself precariously in the way of the ship and began pushing against it, its thrusters blazing at full power. Oscar watched through the windshield as Genesect managed to adjust its inner muscle density to match the strength of the ship (Download).

The ship slowed further, but it would be impossible to land cleanly. Oscar steadied the wheel, which fought against his every motion. Struggling to maintain his grip, Oscar would yell toward Howard. "Hang on to something stable! And--one--more--thing..." He was interrupted by Boris clinging onto him, the scaredy dragon whimpering as the ground came into view. "My--name--is--OSCAAAAAAAR!!!"

The impact of the ship kissing the ground filled the interior with noise. Sparks flew from every direction as the ship skid across the ground, ripping itself apart. The windshield would crack, and the wings of the ship would be lost half-way through the crash. It skid for several more feet before very slowly coming to a stop.

Oscar had kept his eyes open the entire time, and even as the ship came to a stop he found himself unable to blink. Boris gradually let go of his master, its usual hardened demeanor returning as he realized that the danger had past. As Genesect floated in front of the windshield, Oscar would finally pry his hands from the steering wheel. He took a deep breath as he stepped away, his fear giving way to amused relief. He cackled as his nerves were soothed, only for everything to become tense again as the ship budged.

"Get off the ship!"

Oscar and Boris ran to the back, leaping out as the ship began to slowly tip forward. The Xurkitree duo would leap off soon after, saving anyone who could not make it off in time. As everyone fell to the ground, Oscar would look up just in tome to watch the ship fall off of the cliff he had barely been able to land it on. He stared forward as he listened to the ship crash against everything it could on the way down, followed by the sound of an immense explosion.

Genesect landed near its dazed master, looking over him with as much concern as an emotionless cyborg could muster. Oscar let out a very long breath before finally finding something to say.

"So um, I'm gonna pay for your next vacation and we're gonna pretend this never happened."

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Oscar was downright shocked when Lulu went in for a hug. Oscar never knew her to be fond of physical affection, a trait they both shared. Yet as he received her hug, he had to admit it made him feel a lot better. He did not have time to reflect upon it, but the past ten minutes had been--especially tiresome.

Oscar could not help but chuckle at her concern, "Hey you're fine. A lot was happening, what matters is that we're all okay." This seemed to reassure her, as she would depart to work on the antenna. Oscar felt refreshed by this interaction, which made him vulnerable to a surprise hug from Temp.

Bless his heart, Temp's powerful hug nearly broke Oscar's back. Oscar yelped, and tried his best to earnestly communicate. "I--ach! Thanks Temp! Appreciate it--ribs breaking!" Oscar heaved when he was let go, moving off to the side to regain his breath. He listened in on his colleague's conversation but he had no opinion of his own. He had no experience with Cresselia beyond this one, but it made sense that it may be protecting its territory. More detail than that can be discerned on a different occasion.

When he felt ready, Oscar would announce his intentions. "I'm going to work on the hull. Shouldn't take long to fix now that we're not hurdling through space." Oscar adjusted his suit and exited the spaceship, pushing his exhaustion to the back of his mind. There would be time to rest after the job was done.

Oscar got on top of the ship with the supplies he needed and made his way to the tear within the hull. Genesect Prime met him there, glad to see its master alive and well. Oscar gave the cyborg a nod, "Good work so far Prime, let's get this hull fixed so we can go home." The two had a much better time fixing tears in the ship without so much chaos occurring around them. It took a bit, but the repairs would assure that they would not burn up getting back to their planet.

As he finished, Oscar would communicate over the comms. "Hey we should wrap it up, we don't want to be around when Cresselia gets a second wind."

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For a second Oscar actually thought that Howard was going to be able to translate the control panel. No such lucky, but Oscar would not let Howard feel bad. "That's alright man, most of this Megalopolan shit is self explanatory. See, this one here probably turns on the headlights." Oscar pulled a lever on the side, which indeed turned on flickering lights on the front of the ship that illuminated their drab surroundings.

"Ha! Easy. Hey, and this one probably turns the ship off." There was a twisting nozzle near the middle that Oscar would turn just as the Xurkitree duo exited the control panel. Oscar would have no way of knowing, but the two ultra beasts used their instincts and previous experience within this world to basically repair the ship--and Oscar just turned on the thrusters.

The ship ripped itself from the ground, going from zero to who fucking knows miles per hour into the sky. The Xurkitree duo worked fast, grabbing Oscar, Howard, Boris, and Armaldo and Ingraining themselves into the floors to keep everyone from flying backward. Oscar shouted in surprise as he vibrated within his Xurkitree seat belt, still able to reach the control panel.

He grabbed for a U shaped utensil that he thought to be the steering wheel, and when he jerked it to the left the ship would sharply turn right. The ship rattled as it continued to fly higher into the Ultra Plant sky, closer and closer to the churning thunderclouds that hung over the electric wasteland. Oscar grappled with the steering wheel until the ship evened out, only then would their flight smooth to a cruise.

Oscar let out a deep sigh and looked out through the windshield. The Ultra Plant soared past them below, appearing like a massive circuit board. Oscar chuckled as the ship continued forward, "That was my bad, but you can't beat these results! C'mon, you can see the whole damn thing from up here!"

Indeed they could view miles and miles of the Ultra Plant from every direction, including what seemed to be a red spotlight beaming up from the ground. Oscar steered the ship toward the mysterious light, and they would quickly pass by what looked to be an enormous power spot. As they passed over, Oscar leaned forward to see if the Regieleki. There was indeed a massive yellow figure within the power spot's center, crackling like a living spark. The power spot would fade from view as they flew past, and Oscar would cackle with triumph. "Ha! We found it, in just a few moments no less. See, this thing was totally worth--"

Lightning struck the ship, causing the worn thing to shake violently. The electronics began to blink on and off, a hail of sparks signalling their complete termination. The ship went dark, before slowly falling into a nose dive toward the Ultra Plant below. Oscar cleared his throat as the ship began to pick up speed, "Alright maybe we should screen my ideas going forward."

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Prompts
--involve a regieleki that has somehow found a way to dynamax due to a power spot (or something analogous to that).

-- attempt to repair a smaller megalopolan spacecraft. doing so successfully, will allow you to launch briefly; however, the frequent lightning storms will prevent you from flying for too long.

It was Oscar's turn, and as he approached he would give the weird cabbage rabbit a half bow to show a semblance of respect. "Hey uh, so I heard the prompt and I got just the story for ya. It's a true story mind you, although I'll admit I may embellish a tad just 'cause my memory ain't the best." The noble hare looked down expectantly, and after a bit of thought gathering Oscar would begin his tale.

"Alright so, back in--I think it was last April--I was really sick. Like, super fuckin' sick. So sick that I moved myself to Alola so I could treat myself properly. If it's alright, I am gonna omit the times I had to cough my head off. Now I never had the energy to cook during this time so I ordered a lot of takeout. Mostly new age health shit, but one day I really had a craving for some Johto Sacred Fire Noodles. There was a Johto join I liked near my loft, so I thought I'd just call them up."

"But it turns out that place shut down a while back! Now this was a problem, because the only other Johto food restaurant in the city was like, twenty minutes away and I didn't have the best--relationship with them. A long time ago I tried them out on a whim, and it was alright but fuck the dish I had was spicy. Like, it was supposed to be spicy but they went overboard. So I gave them a two star review online and never ordered from there again. It was the only bad review they had gotten, which y'know I feel shitty about but hey feedback is important. Well now they were my only option, and I was scared that they would remember my number or address or whatever and hold a grudge for that poor review. I couldn't fight off the craving I had though so I was like 'Fuck it, that was years ago. There's no way they'll recognize me.' and I called them up. I ordered the noodles, gave them a generous tip just in case, and waited for my food."

"An hour goes by. There's no sign of my order yet and I was gettin' pretty antsy. I decided to call them again and see what was the holdup. I had the following exchange with the girl on the other end..."

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Yeah uh, I ordered some Sacred Fire Noodles about an hour ago and I was wondering if I could get an update on that order."

"Hmm, Sacred Fire Noodles you say? Give me one moment."

"Sure sure."

...

"Ah yes, it's sitting at our pickup area."

"Pick up area?"

"Correct."

"Yeah no, I asked for delivery."

"Hmmm, I'm looking at the receipt now and it says pick up."

"What? You--I--you were the one that took my order, I said delivery!"

"Hmmmm, let me check your order in the POS."

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"It says pick up here as well."

"But--but I said delivery! I'm dyin' here there's no way I would say pick up even by mistake!"

"Ah well there must have been a misunderstanding. We'll remake your order and deliver it at once. Sorry for the mix up."

"Yeah well thank you or whatever."

"So that pissed me off but I decided to wait it out since they were going through the trouble of remaking the damn thing for me. Another hour goes by and when I realize that I call them up again."

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Yeah it's me again, Sacred Fire Noodles guy. What's the deal with my food it's taking forever?"

"Oh sorry sir, we've been backed up today. I see here that it's out for delivery, it should get there any minute."

"As if she were a fuckin' psychic, I would hear a knock at my door. I was fuckin' starving by this point so I hung up and went to get my food. When I opened the door, my bag was sitting on the ground with no sign of the driver. That struck me as weird but once again I was starving so I just picked it up and went to eat my meal. I sat down, pulled out the chopsticks, and took a big bite outta them noodles."

"They were cold. Like, 'these noodles have been sitting out for two hours' cold. But that didn't stop the spices from kickin' the inside of my mouth around like a punching bag! I was livid so I got up to get some water for my burning mouth and called them again. She answers and I says to her..."

"Excuse me hey, it's Sacred Fire Noodles here."

"Hello sir, did your order reach you?"

"Yeah it did, it's cold as a delibird's tit what the hell happened?"

"Well sir if you recall I did mention that we were backed up."

"Your kitchen's backed up so you just threw cold noodles into a box and called it!?"

"Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding sir. Our drivers were backed up."

"I stopped myself from saying some very crude things here and took a long drink of water to soothe my mouth. I then returned to the conversation."

"Well this is ridiculous, I've never had service this poor before. What am I supposed to do with these noodles?"

"Well sir you could always microwave them."

"Are you serious right now? You're gonna crack wise after delivering fuckin' ice cold noodles!? Are you high!?"

"Sir there is no reason to swear."

"Right, I'm sorry it's just that my mouth is on fuckin' fire holy shi--"

"Yeah the water made it worse, and it only occurred to me once my mouth started feeling like a Magcargo's toilet. I fuckin' dove into my fridge and chugged a bottle of MooMoo Milk. That shit's murder on a sick stomach but I had no choice, I felt like the inside of my mouth was gonna implode! How could something so cold be so hot!?"

"As I finished my shameful guzzle, the woman on the phone said one last thing to me."

"Yes that would be our new spice mix. We hope it was to your liking, considering we made it specially for you."

"--What?"

"Goodbye sir."

"Yeah at that point I was properly freaked out. So freaked out that I couldn't sleep that night, and not just because the few noodles I ate were throwing a party with the milk in my stomach. I had to move, I couldn't stay in that city! I was convinced that those crazy assholes were gonna try to kill me or something. Fuckin' insane."

"...so yeah that was what I was doing during the Galar thing."

Oscar stood there for a moment while his majesty blinked with confusion. After a few seconds of silence, Oscar would wave goodbye before walking away.

Their battle came to a close, helped by the efforts of Oscar's Xurkitree duo. As the action died down, Oscar began to examine the control panel less frantically. With a more careful eye, Oscar could more clearly recognize parts shared by other Megalopolan tech. Howard would ask if he found anything interesting, to which Oscar would respond with a chuckle.

"Well it's alien technology, so it's interesting by default. It will be a lot more interesting once it's on." Howard scared himself with a spark, which prompted more laughter from Oscar. "Don't electrocute yourself!" He called out as Howard wandered into another room. Oscar moved over to the fuse box that had spooked his companion, and began giving it a once over. If it could spark, it must still be connected to a source of power.

Meanwhile the Xurkitree duo were busy reconnecting severed wires from within the ship's innards. Their wild counterparts made quite the mess as they tried to suck the ship dry, but fortunately for the party this particular ship could be salvaged. Navitas would reconnect a particularly large wire into what seemed to be an orbicular battery, which would cause the entire ship to whir softly.

Hearing the change in sound, Oscar would try flipping the switches on the fuse box. After a few tries, the entire ship would suddenly light up as power was restored. Oscar slapped his hands together, "Bingo! We're in fuckin' business!" He returned to the control panel, which now had several lit up screens with blinking red megalopolan text. Oscar scratched his chin, "I can't read any of this, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." He began to mess around with the control panel while yelling out to check on Howard.

"Yo Howard, did you find anything in there that we can use?"

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• player/ooc name: Hollow
• character tags: oscar clayton, Ambrose Hendrix
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): Dwayne Parker
• ic posts for characters: Oscar, Ambrose
• are characters in directories?: Y
• any notes/comments: I'm just happy to be here :fwoggie:

Oscar should have known this damn thing was a Xurkitree hive. They were popping out like snakes from a gag can of peanuts, the place was swarming! Still, Oscar was determined to get this ship running. He was certain that it would cut their travel time considerably, which in the Ultra Plant was an invaluable advantage.

As more Xurkitree went after them, Boris would do his best to smash their bulbs with his tusks. It was easier said than done, because once out of the machinery the Xurkitree were much more mobile. Still, Boris was no spring chicken and did a great job of fending them off. While he had the freedom to do so, Oscar pulled out two ultra balls and opened them up.

Out came his own Xurkitree: Navitas and Tanz. The sight of their hostile brethren made Tanz shiver a bit, but Navitas had long abandoned whatever kinship he had with the natives of Ultra Space. Oscar clapped his hands together, "I need you guys to clear out the inside of this ship's machinery and start putting shit together from within. Got it?"

Both of them nodded, and the two would slip into the open space within the control panel to start clearing out any of the other hiding Xurkitree. Oscar meanwhile went up the the control panel and began studying the dashboard. It was smothered in screens and buttons, but Oscar was confident that he could figure out what does what. "If my Xurkitree can reconnect some of the wiring, it shouldn't be too hard to start this baby up."

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Prompt
Utilize an ultra beast or paradox pokemon in an advantageous way.

REAL NAME: oscar clayton [break]
PREFERRED SEELE DESIGNATION: The Tower, The World, The Hanged Man, The Hermit[break]
OBJECT OF POWER: An obsidian orb[break]
SPHERES OF INFLUENCE: Former Rocket Beast, former Rocket head scientist, CEO of Greater Mauville Holdings, influence within tech industry, expertise in engineering and energy.

Knew was probably a little generous, like most young Rockets in Kanto Oscar avoided Nikolai Cross like the plague. A pity, since the modern Oscar would have been a huge fan of his work. If Jayden was developing some of his father's more--unpleasant traits--Oscar would completely understand why he was having so much trouble.

Oscar eyed Chien-Pao briefly, locking eyes with the destructive legend. It radiated malice, and while it was intimidating Oscar could not help but admire its power. He smiled and looked back to Jayden. "I'm here now Jayden. I'm willing to help in any way I can, you name it and I'm on it."

Oscar paused as he took a deep breath, a bizarre feeling building in his chest. It was unfamiliar, tense yet exhilarating. "Power is a blessing, but it comes at a price. If anyone could weather that price, it's you Jayden. Power suits you, and anyone that disagrees is blind, jealous, or stupid. Perhaps all three.

Oscar's tone was also unfamiliar, he did not know why he suddenly felt so angry. Where were Jayden's other friends? Oscar could not help but grimace as he clenched his knees, "It's not fair that you've been struggling alone. Not fair at all."

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