"MuHAHA-hahahaaa!"

Oscar's demented cackle would sail through the air as Lancer aced the obstacle. He knew he could do it, mother fucker was a master-class flyer! The thrill of the race elated Oscar without end, and his searing laughter would follow him as he capped off the first lap! Boosts were now legal, so it was time for Oscar to prove himself as a true contender!

Oscar leaned in, his manic grin becoming somehow wider. "Lancer!" He called over the sound of rushing wind, "Agility!" Lancer took off like a shot, soaring at pace so fast that Oscar's cheeks would begin to ripple from the g-force. It was a grand trick, but it risked plastering the both of them against a wall if Oscar could not keep control.

The mad pilot's test would be coming up quickly, as a mighty Tailwind could easily send the duo off course! Luckily, they had the fat ass of MATIAS SILPH 's dragonite in front of them. If they could stay behind the chunky dragon for long enough, they would make it through this obstacle unscathed!

Speed
Endurance [C]
Reaction [C]

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Was there anything else? Oscar tapped his chin, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to think of anything else. He was drawing a blank at first, there was nothing that piqued his curiosity nor filled him with doubt. Felix was a capable leader, SPECTRA would be in good hands under his oversight.

Oscar smacked his knees in the universal gesture of, 'Whelp, this has been fun but the trail's a-callin''. He shook his head as he postured to leave, "Nope, nothing comes to mind. You seem to be on top of things so--" Oscar slacked, something popped in his head. His expression turned tense as he settled back into the chair.

"Eh--now that I think about it, I have one concern. How much of the original SPECTRA records did Remiel leave behind? I am worried that he may have taken--sensitive information on his way out."

Remiel had access to a lot of important intel that could possibly ruin the careers of certain individuals. Oscar would feel more at ease if he could tell how fucked he--I mean, these individuals are in that regard.

Felix Gallagher

Oscar had procrastinated heading into the mist. He was not sure what to expect, but if Lulu's research notes were accurate (which they always were) the Interdream mist was nothing to take lightly. With the possibility of auditory and visual hallucinations created from your own imagination, a trip through the mist could turn dicey very quickly. Luckily Oscar was pretty grounded--he uh just had to do some breathing exercises. That's all!

Lulu's Porygon Z was not nearly as reluctant, in fact it began floating toward the mist cloud without hesitation. Oscar choked on one of his inhalations as he caught the program wandering off. "Yo, stay close! Don't just fuckin' float off!" Oscar had no choice but to run after the eager pokemon, forcing him at last to dive into the mist head-on.

Oscar caught up to the digital imp pretty quickly, as it had started using its z-move: dreamweaver to begin converting the mist into data. Oscar watched as it digitized the dreamy haze, absorbing pink pixels into its body. He raised an eyebrow, having not expected the process to look so--easy. Oscar was content to stand around while the porygon z did its thing, but his attention would soon be taken by a voice behind him.

Oscar whirled around, raising his hands in a protective stance. His eyes landed on a young man with piercing eyes. His gaze was unnerving, and yet they put Oscar at ease. He slowly put his hands down, giving the man a cautious leer. Did he asked what he smelled? Oscar folded his arms, "Do you usually greet people like that? Fuckin' weird opener."

Though not that he mentioned it, Oscar was picking up a familiar aroma. He turned his nose to the air and took a deep breath, nearly gagging as the scent solidified. It was ozone, the smell of scorched air that occurred after Oscar's horrific 'Pokepod' experiments. There was another scent hiding under it. Was that--ah yes, that would be the smell left behind when he disintegrated a pokemon to extract its infinity energy. It was akin to burnt roadkill. Unwilling to share these details, Oscar gave the man an unassuming look and decided to lie.

"I smell fresh charcoal, must be getting a draft from Mt. Chimney."

Mage Maddox

Oscar's eyes darted in every direction, desperately searching for a reason behind his fear. The last time he was in Interdream mist he did not feel nearly as paranoid, was it being influenced by the Ultra Sea? Perhaps the mist worked like a hallucinatory drug, with one's mindset being a deciding factor between a good and bad trip.

No--no something wanted him to know they were watching. It wanted him to fear it. What kind of creature could cause such a feeling of dread? Finally, after realizing that he had yet to do so, Oscar looked up. Is eyes widened as he witnessed something so unusual that he could hardly believe it. What peered back at him from high above seemed to be a Volcorona, but it looked--wrong. Its wings were glowing red, silently keeping it afloat as its unusually luscious eyes stared downward. Was--was it real?

The anomaly seemed to continue floating upward, eventually disappearing completely into the mist. Oscar shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, groaning as he tried to make sense of what he saw. "We gotta finish quickly, this mist is starting to get to my head."

Lulu Flint

MP TRACKER

10 MP per ic post.

TOTAL: 40

Bryan's quick thinking and fancy moves managed to turn the tide of battle in their favor, setting the pink gremlin up for a follow up attack by Oscar. Unwilling to allow this nonsense to go on any further, Oscar commanded his corviknight with the full intention of finishing the pest off. "Send it to hell, Brave Bird!"

Oscar's corviknight screeched, encasing its steel body with dazzling light as it dove toward the gremlin. The gremlin saw the attack coming of course, and attempted to maneuver its hammer so that it could strike back in mid-air. Jokes on that little cunt though, its hammer was too big and heavy to wield during free-fall. The Brave Bird struck fully, sending the creature flying downward so fast that it was instantly lost as it landed amongst the treeline.

Oscar paused as he waited for the pink figure to emerge. Luck seemed to be on their side, as the little shit would not reappear. Oscar landed near Bryan, sliding off his corniknight with a heavy sigh.

"Well that didn't go as planned--sorry our leisure trip was ruined." Oscar rubbed his arm, struggling to look Bryan in the eyes. Not from shame or embarrassment, but out of the awkward uncertainty of watching the man die and having him appear totally fine. What was up with that?

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Temp seemed to take Oscar's debriefing with stride, which made Oscar more than a bit giddy to move forward. He rubbed his hands together as he walked past Temp, "That's the fuckin' spirit! I knew you were the right man to call." Oscar wandered out of sight, reappearing a short time later with what seemed to be a massive stone bowl and a squeaky cart. It clearly took effort to pull, and Oscar would stop to catch his breath as he presented the bowl to Temp.

After huffing excessively, Oscar would brush off how winded he was with a wide grin. "So--I'm not a---holy shit--huff--I'm not a blacksmith, but I've watched a few youtube videos and uh--hooff--I think we can melt down some of these steel types and make some ores to test." Oscar hopped over to the magnemite they were examining earlier and tossed it into the bowl. "I think there's a few Magnemite in this group. Grab all the shells you can find and toss them into the bowl!"

Oscar got right on it, digging through his carefully set up cadavers and tossing in any magnemites or magnetons he found. If Temp did the same, the bowl should have been filled up in no time. As the bowl reached capacity Oscar would place his hands on his hips and laugh, "Fuck yeah look at this haul. So umm--to melt it we gotta use excessive heat under the bowl I think?" Oscar leaned over, realizing that the bowl would have to be lifted to get any heat under it. He waved his hands dismissively, "Fuck it, we'll just apply fire directly to the metal. What's the difference, am I right?"

Tempest Quinn

Oscar did not pry further, accepting Lulu's answer at face value. She knew her own limits, if she says that she was alright then why would Oscar think otherwise? Lulu's Porygon Z got to work, reminding Oscar of his brief partnership with the specialized program not too long ago. Oscar tilted his head in the other direction, "It can really pack it in. Do you think it has like--a stomach that holds all the data? Do Porygons get hungry?"

Amusing musings aside, Oscar was starting to feel a little on edge. His mask did nothing to protect him from the mist, its sweet aroma clogging up his sinuses once again. He kept hearing things, screams and cries that he originally thought were from battles nearby. He began to recognize the voices attached to them though, echoes of long dead foes reliving their final moments. Oscar began to sweat profusely behind his mask, so he finally decided to remove it.

His face was paler than usual, drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. His helmet hair latched to his scalp, unwilling to part even with its newfound freedom. Oscar ran his fingers through the stubborn locks and kept his eyes peeled as the Porygon z continued its meal. There was no one nearby, only the voices. Yet he could not shake the feeling of being watched.

Oscar shared his uneasiness with his companion. "I feel like something is nearby. It's--I can't explain it..."

Lulu Flint

MP TRACKER
--10 MP per ic post
--10 MP mention of environmental mutation / paranoia

The Ultra Sea campaign was destined to be complicated, but the reality of the endeavor was more than even Oscar anticipated. He thought he would have an easier time now that his goals leaned more toward the academic, yet he had been caught up in fierce conflicts regardless. However, despite the chaos Oscar still had duties to attend to. He, Naomi Sato, anya fowl, and Lulu Flint were unified in their quest to expand Rocket's resources.

In that spirit, he had arranged to meet up with Lulu at the site of an Interdream Zone anomaly--or at least it was an anomaly to him. Here in Ultra Space these sorts of occurrences could be common place for all he knew. The two met up amongst the leaking pink mists, both looking like they had gone through hell to get here. Lulu had clearly sustained some minor wounds, and Oscar's golden mask had its luster nearly completely wiped away.

Oscar folded his arms as Lulu addressed him, ignoring the bizarre sounds that radiated through the mist. "She sees Pandora's Box, I see a treasure chest. It's not gonna be easy but the fruits of our labors will be worth it." Oscar tilted his head, "You alright there? I mean I know you are but I feel like it's still polite to check in before we start."

MP TRACKER
--+10 MP per ic post

Total: 10 MP

Oscar had only glanced down the cliff before turning away, deciding he would be able to think better without the visual stimulation of the tera crystals below. "If I were the Seal Stone..." He mused out loud as he stroked the chin of his helmet. "I would be as far down as I could get." Oscar nearly regretted not landing closer to the open waters of the Ultra Sea. They might have had an easier time going down, even with the dangers listed in Rocket expedition notes.

Still, they were fully capable of mining their way down--it just might take some time. Not that Oscar minded, there was plenty to observe down below. He was positive he and Nomi could get some good data off of these tera crystals--but alas that was not meant to be. Nomi pointed out that Remiel Calcifet had appeared nearby, and Oscar could only sigh heavily as his plans were dashed.

He reluctantly turned to look over the cliff, immediately focusing on the two figures that had appeared below them. There was no mistaking it, one of them was Remiel. It was shit luck to already have some League dogs coming upon them, but to have one of them be Remiel? Talk about garbage odds. Oscar and Remiel were not enemies, in fact Oscar was likely one of Remiel's last allies within Rocket. Yet the deal they made not too long ago was clear: should they encounter each other with witnesses they would be forced to do battle. They could not risk the dangers of others knowing about their alliance. Oscar was no enthused.

"...Fuck--might as well give them a proper greeting."

Oscar pulled a red ball off of his belt, not hesitating to open it. Genesect emerged from the ball, its sleek black form reflecting the glow of the tera shards. Oscar pointed toward the two League agents, having his fingers form the shape of a gun. He pretended to fire, and Genesect nodded with understanding. It turned its cannon toward the two, charging energy before unleashing a massive blast (Techno Blast). It was a flashy attack with an audible build up, perfect for getting Remiel's attention while still making the first move.

tl;dr
--Oscar's outfit inspiration.
--Oscar hates this already. Sent out Genesect and had it use Techno Blast.

MP COUNT

SPOILER: Click to show

10 MP per IC post in a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.
50 MP for participation in a Postdormitum Battle/Mission.
25 MP use a legendary/mythical pokemon in your thread (can only redeem once per character).

Total: 85

Oscar's comrades managed to nab a few Ultra Beasts. Excellent, it was about time they got a chance to catch one of these pests! Oscar decided that he should give it a go himself, after all he was not sure when he would have another chance. Especially since he might be incinerated by this pissed off regieleki in a few minutes.

Seeing that Gaultier missed his target, Oscar thought that he would try his hand at catching the same stakataka. Oscar reeled back and threw a ball, just in time for yet ANOTHER Xurkitree to get in the way. The ball bounced off its bulbous head, capturing the wiry monster before it could even react. Oscar huffed as the ball rolled to his feet. "I already have one of these..." He mumbled as he reluctantly picked it up.

His disappointment was interrupted by the screeching of the regieleki, who had just taken up sending thunderbolts in every possible direction. You know, for fun. Oscar returned his Lycanroc and squatted to better balance himself on Genesect. "Bob and weave boys we're outta time!" Oscar took off, using ultra beasts as cover to escape the dynamaxed titan's wrath.

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tl;dr
--Oscar accidentally catches another Xurkitree.
--Oscar suggests getting the fuck out of dodge.

Gerald Kaiser
@gaultier

Lulu Flint had cashed in a Favor; there was apparently an anomaly related to the Interdream Zone on route 112, she did not have time to look into it so she called upon Oscar. Oscar was usually more than happy to assist Lulu in anything she needed, but he had a full day today so he declined. That was when Lulu dropped the Favor card, and suddenly Oscar could not possibly refuse. It was in the unwritten rules of true friendship, Favors were an unbreakable pact!

She had even sent her Porygon Z to tag along with Oscar, a modified member of the species that can turn Interdream energies into data. This was clearly a very important task to Lulu, so Oscar took it seriously. He ventured to Route 112 to observe the anomaly, though what he found he did not expect.

"Yikes--how the fuck did that happen?"

Oscar had to have been half a mile away, yet he could still see the pink mist that poured out of a tear in the sky. It was like the world's most whimsical waterfall, as well as a horrific defiance against the laws of nature. Its cause was irrelevant, Oscar was there to get data and that was all. He just hoped that no civilians were stuck in there, that would be a disaster waiting to happen.

Mage Maddox

Accepting for a mission!