Alright that did not go well. The Fire Blast was eaten by the cold, and as the blizzard whipped against Oscar he found that he could not weather it for long.

He pulled Robbie back, flying away from Kyurem and toward Mint. Upon reaching his friend, Oscar would slide off Robbie and provide instructions. "Keep blasting fire, don't stop until the job is done."

Robbie narrowed his eyes at Oscar, and Oscar knew exactly what his dragon was wondering. "I am gonna hang out with Mint, it's too cold for me out there." Robbie scoffed, as if it was not cold for him?.

Whatever, orders were orders. Robbie turned back toward Kyurem and began flying at full speed. When within range, he would once again try to Fire Blast Hoopa. Meanwhile Oscar turned to Mint. "Are we all about to die? I was optimistic going into this but shit is getting out of hand quick."

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tl;dr
--Oscar has been dropped off near mint frost
--Naganandel uses Fire Blast on Hoopa once again.
--Missed 2/3 times

There was no way Oscar was going to shake in his boots all year about Kyurem existing and not show up when the bastard decides to show its ugly face. Its face had actually gotten uglier over time, which surprised Oscar greatly he did not know it could get any uglier. Actually it was kinda cool in a horrible kaiju sort of way, he would probably be a fan if he did not hate it and everything it stood for. Which was the freezing of all life, apparently.

Oscar flew in over mint frost riding upon his Naganadel, Robbie Rotten (the most immoral of all pokemon). His voice would crackle over comms as he made his presence known, "Sorry I'm late, I hope I did not miss anything good." Even with his black winter-wear and black skull-helmet, the cold of Kyurem's blizzard ripped through Oscar like fishing pole-wire.

Do you think he would run though? Please, it was too late to think that running was even an option. Oscar pointed at the protected Kyurem, latching onto the theory that BARNABY FINCH suggested over comms.

"Try to make that prankster fuck regret coming out of hiding!"

Robbie cackled, his jaws bursting into flame as a torrent of fire erupted out of his maw. The Fire Blast tore through the biting wind and toward the smug genie pokemon.

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t;dr
--Oscar's here and masked.
--Oscar is riding on his Naganadel into battle.
--Naganadel uses Fire Blast, aiming for Hoopa
--Miss 1/3

Oscar furrowed his brows as Howard walked toward the slab. "Howard?" Rosco stood up, keeping his back pressed against the makeshift door. It was clear that he had no intention of moving. Oscar slowly stood up as well, "Now is not the time to be doing anything nutty. If you get hurt..."

Whatever confrontation that could have happened would disperse as the unfamiliar roar would ring out once again--this time right above them. The entire shelter shook, putting everyone inside in danger of falling over. Oscar teetered back and forth, his heart falling as the fate of this project--and their lives--was thrust into the hands of the unknown.

Yet as the echoes of the roar faded, and the shelter settled down, Oscar would hear something even more shocking. Or more accurately, not hear. Oscar rose his has and yelled over the hollering of their pokemon. "Shut up, everyone shut the fuck up! Listen!" The pokemon calmed down, allowing everyone to hear--nothing. The sandstorm had stopped.

Oscar pointed at Rosco, "Move!" Rosco indeed stood aside, pulling the metal slab away. Sand did not pour in as Oscar expected, so the confused scientist would step outside. What he discovered was impossible. There was sand piled around them, but the farm and base themselves were untouched. Even their top soil was perfectly safe. Whatever that roaring creature was--did it save them?

Oscar blinked, running his hands through his hair as the bizarre circumstances of this development sank in. Oscar looked to Howard, "I um--I think we should call it here for now."

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Oscar made a brief exaggerated frown, reeling at the harsh truth behind Theo's words. It was not unwelcome though, if Oscar could trust anyone to provide some brutal honesty it was Theo. Still, his failure stung--or more so the failure of his body. Where would he be now if his sickness had never occurred?

It did not matter, the past was the past. It was time to focus on now. Yet the present would prove just as perilous as Theo pulled out a pokeball. Oscar's blood ran cold, and his placid facade melted.

"I--that's not--you couldn't--"

Did he?

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As Lulu offered a hand to shake, Oscar would bumble into the room like an eccentric neighbor in a sitcom. He had been behind her for a while, trying to go unnoticed so that he could surprise her with an abrupt entrance. You know, just a fun gaffe between pals.

As Oscar clumsily closed the door, he would clap his gloved hands together and chuckle. "Well well, look at this gathering of minds!" Oscar approached the desk and clapped Kaname on the shoulder. "It's good to see you again, Mister Fujihara."

When Kaname reached out with a proposition, Oscar hopped right on it. He had fond memories of working with Kaname not too long ago, and the opportunity to do so again was an exciting prospect. Oscar took his seat next to Lulu, greeting her with a rapid raising of his eyebrows before turning to Kaname. "So what's the plan, boss?"

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Zapdos stared at Mint, waiting patiently for his questions. True it had grown weary of questions, but at the same time it broke up the monotony of its day. It would answer whatever the humans needed--until it got bored anyway. It helped that Mint gave out compliments, Zapdos was a sucker for a solid boost to its ego.

Mint's first question was simple, and it allowed for a simple answer. Zapdos nodded sagely, only once to indicate an answer to both of parts of Mint's inquiry. Oscar looked excitedly to Mint, the idea that the other birds were within arm's reach was wonderful news. Oscar decided to take a turn with a question of his own. "Would you be willing to help us track down the ones in hiding?"

Zapdos shook its head, it was not a compass and it would not be used as some sort of 'detector' for its brethren. Oscar's face slacked a bit, this was unwelcome news. After a moment he would provide a follow up question. "Is there a way you could be convinced to help us?" Zapdos thought for a moment, genuinely thinking of what it would take make the effort worth it.

Eventually it would shrug its shoulders and nod. There was hope yet.

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Uh oh, seems there was a miscommunication with his adventure partner. Oscar chuckled nervously as Howard hissed, and he would stay silent as Howard tried to convince Bryan that there was no danger beyond the inherent nature of Ultra Space. Oscar had indeed known that Bryan had no more Blue Mulch, what he had proposed was--different. He could not blame Howard for getting mixed up, what Oscar wanted to ask for was ludicrous. Even for him.

When Howard finished Oscar would take the chance to tap in. "I have taken great measures to ensure the long-term survivability of anyone that resides within the research center. The ore created from steel pokemon is resilient to the effects of Ultra Space, so that is what we will use to build our base of operations. The base should be sufficient to allow long-term researchers to rest and recuperate, but we will also keep a rotating crew that shall never spend more than a week in Ultra Space in one sitting. The same suits that were worn on the Menteno shall suffice for field work. As for the mulch..."

Oscar breathed deeply, it was time. "I'll take the blame for the misunderstanding. What we require is very similar but much more intimate. I believe that Blue Fertilizer will be able to help plants grow within the harsh environment of the Ultra Desert. Especially with Howard being able to bring up the top soil hiding under the sand. We will just need a steady supply of fertilizer to ensure a healthy upbringing for the vegetation--from Xerneas."

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Oscar tried to keep his expression positive as Jayden took a bite out of one of the donut holes. His motions were so--rigid. He seemed to have aged a decade, even if he looked more or less like he always has. Maybe a bit gloomier. It worried Oscar, but he would not dare display that worry to Jayden. Not when he was here to make the sickly admin feel better--or try to anyway.

Oscar was aware that Jayden was now an avatar thanks to the report by Zev Harcourt, but he had yet to actually see Jayden's patron. When Jayden casually brought it forth, Oscar jumped a little. Its aura was--distinct. Despite how gently it circled Oscar's chair, he could feel a looming terror radiating from it. It seemed calm yet aggressive, like it tolerated Oscar's presence but was ready to rip him apart if he gave it a reason to.

Oscar felt himself struggling to keep his cool (no pun intended) but he would nevertheless try to seem unfazed. "Well it's um--very regal. It seems--affable enough. Why do you feel like your Avatarship is a curse? What are your 'symptoms', so to speak?"

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