It would seem that Desolence was in for a harsh battle, as both the Kleavor and its master seemed unyielding in their resolve. Before Desolence's tail could even make contact however, as a Focus Blast would soon knock it away. Oscar followed the blast to its source, and created a heart with his hands toward fern delaney . It was very thoughtful of him to back Oscar up.

Even though her attack did not hit, the special effect of Desolence's iron tail would quickly change her body. Black crystals began to encase her, covering her leathery skin with an armor-like shell. With her vicious transformation complete, the now Poison/Steel type would screech with blood lust. She craved carnage, and Oscar was not going to withhold her from achieving it.

Between the legendary Shadow Lugia becoming a magnet for all of the League's attacks and the League starting their retreat, now was the perfect time to get some potshots in. Oscar agreed with Gavin, as long as they could get access to the portal it did not matter if the League got away or not. Pursuit would be futile and fruitless. However, that did not mean that he would refrain from making their retreat as difficult as possible.

Oscar pointed toward the League's side. "Wash them away!" Desolence roared, stomping her feet to raise toxic fluid from beneath the earth. The gathering sludge would create a large wave that would shortly be sent careening toward the League members and their pokemon (Sludge Wave).

tl;dr
--Oscar is super thankful for Fern's intervention.
--Nidoqueen's special ability changes her type to Poison/Steel.
--Nidoqueen used Sludge Wave on the retreating League side.

10 MP for referencing another character (must include tag).

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CHARACTER: oscar clayton [break]FACTION: ROCKET[break]PARTICIPATING IN BATTLES?: Y[break]DO YOU WANT A BATTLE LARGER THAN A 1v1?: Y the bigger the brawl the better.[break]PREFERRED PARTNERS?: priam conrad , Lulu Flint , mint frost , Naomi Sato , bryan delarosa , @anywhereiamneeded[break]PREFERRED OPPONENTS?: Remiel Calcifet , skyler dross , FERNANDO SILPH , Laurence Anderson , dahlia goode , @anyone[break]POKEMON TEAM (6 MAX): TBD[break]NOTES/COMMENTS: This brings back memories :3 [break]

The battle became considerably more complicated as the defensive strategies dropped. Oscar was content to still fill a support role, but his tune changed as a Sandstorm was kicked up to smother the hail. Oscar clicked his tongue, "The weather's been awful lately."

With no defensive pokemon that could benefit from the surging sand, Oscar decided to take on a more aggressive stance. Yet he would not get the chance to switch out before a massive stone pokemon would charge toward Wrath. Wrath only had a moment to realize she was being attacked before the creature's massive axe smashed her into the ground.

Oscar gasped, taken aback by the sudden strike. Wrath was barely moving, her harsh breathing being the only indication that she was still alive. Images of the death of Wrath's mate Nostra flashed through Oscar's head, and he would hastily withdraw the frosmoth to avoid losing her too.

Oscar pulled another pokeball off his belt, seething as he opened it. A Nidoqueen emerged with a flash, standing tall as he dully observed the chaos around her. Black crystals jutted out from her back and shoulders, an unmistakable sign of her Shadow nature. The lingering splinters from the Stone Axe dug into her hide, but she seemed to barely register such a inconsequential discomfort.

Oscar locked onto John Sullivan, the most likely culprit for this unwelcome Kleavor. Oscar's furious digitized voice would ring out above the sounds of battle, "I'm gonna rip this cave man apart! Desolence, take out the axe fuck!" The Nidoqueen eyed the only pokemon with axes for hands in the vicinity, charging forward with an unnatural grace. Once she closed the distance, she would swing around and attempt to smash the Kleavor with her Iron Tail.

tl;dr
--Frosmoth is knocked out by Kleavor.
--Oscar sent out Shadow Nidoqueen.
--Shadow Nidoqueen used Iron Tail on Kleavor.

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30 MP if you mention an opponent’s attempt (deceit, distract, strategy) is successful against you.

150 MP for having your pokemon knocked out by an opponent.

Genesect did not understand the nuances of sarcasm, so Mitch's mocking seemed more like an attempt to be friendly. Genesect appreciated this, as determining if a human is friendly or not has been rather difficult in the past. Oscar paid no attention to Mitch's shenanigans, he was too busy pulling up his Metal music playlist.

Oscar tapped his phone once more, raising it dramatically to add a little dose of theatrics to an otherwise mundane task. Suddenly Heavy Metal would burst forth from speakers placed within Genesect, sending waves of 'sick-ass' riffs across the training facility. Genesect was more of a techno fan, but it still tried to appreciate Mitch's music choice with some wicked break dancing. As a being with only the most basic grasp over emotions, Genesect has found immense comfort in listening to music and learning how to dance.

It makes it feel, y'know?

Oscar folded his arms, keeping his eyes on Mitch. "Break a sweat!"

mitchel kane

Oscar shrugged as Zev donned the headband. "Kinda? It's a heart monitor from some fitness video game. I just modified it to make it--y'know useful." The duo stepped through the tunnel's threshold together, Zev having been smart enough to bring a flashlight. Why did Oscar not think of that? He would have kicked himself for his carelessness if he had not gotten over it three seconds later.

The answer to Zev's next question came as the beast accidentally shined the light across an Ariados clinging to the wall. Oscar did not react, as this discolored arachnid belonged to him. Illustrating this, he stepped forward with his arms crossed. "Emma, is the target docile?" Emma nodded, climbing down to join her master's side.

Oscar nodded toward the scuttling spy-der. "Emma's shadow abilities allow her to turn invisible. I've been having her keep an eye on the target." Oscar continued forward, allowing Emma to move just a few feet ahead. "The target won't know we're coming, but they are paranoid. According to Emma's surveillance they've set up--how many traps?" Emma stopped to rapidly strike the earth with one of her legs eighteen times. Shocked that he did not remember such a vast amount, Oscar grimaced.

"And uh--how many could you disable for us?" Emma struck fifteen times before continuing forward. Oscar shrugged, "I'm sure she'll warn us before we encounter any danger."

Zev Harcourt

Oscar did not consider the dangers that lay between his comrades and the disconnected pieces of the circuit board. Not because he did not care, he just could not see them from up high. As he reached the first segment and found no one below him, Oscar would huff with annoyance.

"What's taking those two? This is no time to be fooling around."

Eventually Gerald made an appearance, minus Gaultier. At this point Oscar had come to expect Gaultier to wander off on his own, he had no idea the man was taking care of his Aggron.

When Gerald finished the segment, electricity would quickly pass through the patch of scrap metal and into the previously dormant circuit. Oscar grinned, his plan was working!

Oscar quickly moved on, guiding whoever could follow them toward the next segment--and the next--and the next--and so on and so forth. After a while Oscar began to notice a pattern, the circuits seemed to be guiding electricity toward a dark section of the board that Oscar previously assumed to be inaccessible.

Oscar excitedly moved on to the next segment, his curiosity aching as he wondered what the circuits would power. He could not possibly predict that this would be the last circuit required to reveal what hid in the darkness.

Electricity ran down the completed circuit, and to Oscar's shock it would just keep going and going until it reached the dark section. There was a spark, followed by a blinding red flash. Genesect cried out in surprise, and Oscar raised his arms to block the impact of the flash. As he slowly lowered his arms, he would be forced to squint toward what seemed to be an enormous pit emanating a familiar crimson glow.

Oscar was puzzled for a moment, a sense of dread overriding any excitement he would have felt for this discovery. Where had he seen this shade of red before--and why did it worry him? He began to mentally sort through his memories, which would lead him to the three day war. Before the war began, giant pokemon surging with red energy attacked various Hoenn cities. That energy--could it be?

Oscar's eyes twitched as he connected the dots, a cold sweat running down his forehead.

"Holy shit on a pancake...find Gerald and Gaultier! Triple time!"

Genesect dove downward to find Oscar's companions. Oscar was so focused on reuniting with the duo that he barely noticed the rising sound of sparking electricity and--screams? No, that would be ridiculous. If he thought to check, he might notice that the electricity that now piled into the red pit was starting to take shape...

tl;dr

--Oscar guides his pal/pald through completing the circuit board.
--The electricity flowing through the completed circuits has activated a Power Spot.
--Something big is emerging from the Power Spot.

28  resolder the subterranean circuitry to activate, deactivate, power, or depower particular structures, power spots, or pokemon/ultra beasts above.

Gerald Kaiser @gaultier

Oscar's entire face and neck tightened as he desperately tried to hold back a chuckle. The idea of turning Infinity Energy into some kind of drug you could huff was exceptionally entertaining, but Walsh's question was clearly serious so Oscar restrained himself. Oscar cleared his throat to dispel the bubbling giggles and answered truthfully.

"Once extracted the Infinity Energy physically manifests as electricity, the same way it does when Mega Stones are crushed within the Infinity Energy Generators. That electricity can be guided into any electronics to power them, but I theorize that it can be directed into organic matter just like normal electricity. My first idea for application would have been a device similar to an electric chair, but after some thinking I think something more akin to electric shock therapy would be both safer and more successful. I would just have to test it."

Oscar rubbed his chin, his eyes looking upward as his mind swarmed with ideas. "If I can get that working we would have a plethora of doors open to us. Perhaps we could even create our own Blue Mulch, but that might as well be science fiction to us now. Basically fuckin'--nature is gonna be our bitch. Opp, excuse my language."

declan walsh

It did not take long for Gavin to arrive, and Oscar would greet him with a bright grin. The expression was a bit too happy, a clear sign that Oscar had been stressed up until this point. "Yo! Thanks for coming on such short notice. I um--I wanted to show you something kinda crazy."

Oscar slowly pulled out Zapdos's pokeball, which must have looked so unassuming to the unaware Gavin. Oscar took a deep breath and raised the ball outward away from himself and Gavin. Once he was sure that Gavin was watching, Oscar would open the pokeball.

There was a brilliant flash of light, and as it faded the massive Zapdos would appear with a surge of static electricity. Zapdos stretched its wings out, creating an imposing scene as it let out a mighty cry. Once it was all stretched though, the legendary bird would retract into a resting position--appearing rather comical compared to its majestic flying form. Still, its sheer size was an intimidating sight to be sure.

Oscar motioned toward Zapdos with a nervous smile, "Ta-da, I caught the legendary Zapdos." Zapdos looked to Gavin briefly before putting most of its attention to the ceiling. It let out a low grumble from deep within its throat, a sign that it was displeased. The noise drew Oscar's attention, and he would attempt to calm the titan. "Hey yeah I get it, enclosed spaces aren't your thing. I swear it's just temporary though so relax." Zapdos huffed before forcing itself to turn away, staring directly at Gavin once again.

Oscar walked up next to the Underboss. "This is Gavin, and he has someone you might recognize." Oscar turned to Gavin and spoke to him in a hushed tone. "I read that L-U-G-I-A had a connection with the three legendary birds. I thought it might be an interesting idea to see what would happen if they were brought together---you do have her on you right?"

Cillian Quinn

The wait for help was thankfully not too long, and as his assistant for the day entered his lab Oscar would greet him with only a lukewarm smile. He was usually a lot more sociable, but all of the effort spent so far had made him too bitter to chat. He at the very least responded to his visitor's introduction.

"Oscar Clayton--pleasure and all that." Kaname had approached the machine and asked what Oscar was working on, and Oscar was so tired that he had briefly forgotten. After a long pause he would roughly shake his head and clear his throat. "Ummm--right! Okay, uh so see this thing?" Oscar slapped the larger machine nearby, which nearly blended into the background with how bizarre and mangled it looked. One might even mistake it for a scrap heap.

"This is called the Poke Pod. Well, it's my left over prototype that I use in experiments. The real one is in Sootopolis. This bad boy sucks up Infinity Energy out of pokemon, and that energy can be used to power machines." Oscar walked back over to the poke center machine and leaned over it. "Like this piece of shit here. Extracted Infinity Energy can heal pokemon beyond what is capable of the average pokecenter machine--reverse aging, revitalize damaged organs, that kind of thing. The damn machines can't take it though, they always end up exploding."

Oscar bent down so that he could be eye-level with the machine's inner workings. "I'm trying to adjust this machine so that it can take on the load of Infinity Energy, but it's like trying to solve a puzzle box upside down. Fucking tech is archaic as hell. I'd explode too if my insides looked like this."

Oscar got back up and shrugged, "So yeah that's basically it."

Kaname Fujihara

Mitch dropped his pants anyway, and Oscar let out a sigh so heavy that he nearly sank through the floor. But fine, whatever. At least he was covered. As the subject approached the nearest equipment, Oscar would thoroughly answer his question. It just so happened that Oscar had considered these very factors during initial planning.

"It's complicated. Past tests have shown that the treatment as it exists currently can't heal major lacerations. Er, outside wounds. It can only heal minor shit on the inside. Torn muscles, exhausted lungs, aging cells, that kind of shit. So like poison would just kill you and while I thought about getting you beat up at first I think that will leave too much damage. A heavy workout is the way to go. Oh shit I almost forgot."

Oscar pulled out a pure-red pokeball and opened it to reveal his Genesect. Genesect looked to Oscar for instruction, but Oscar would just pull out his phone and begin tapping. When it realized what was happening, the cybernetic warrior threw its claws up and made a loud pitched squeal of simulated delight. Oscar looked up toward Mitch.

"What's your preferred genre for workout music?"

mitchel kane

You can bet your bottom dollar that Oscar had been waiting for this call from Amor. Ever since the project was first described to him over text, Oscar had been eagerly anticipating the completion of the Primal Energy Generator. Not just because such an invention would be a huge advantage to Rocket, but also because the harnessing of Primal Energy would be beneficial to Oscar's own blossoming plans.

As Oscar entered Amor's workshop, he looked upon his friend's creation with a sense of pride. He really did it, Oscar could not believe that dominance over primal energy was nearly here. It brought him back to when he had finished the Infinity Energy Generators so long ago, time sure does fly.

As Walter walked off, Oscar would open his arms to greet his friend. Unlike Amor, Oscar had come in a full suit because fuck it he liked how they felt. Oscar chuckled as one of his hands flew outward to shake Amor's. "I wouldn't miss this for my own funeral. Fucking beautiful machine you have here! What are you working on right now?"

Amor Rose

Oscar scowled at the indeterminate amount of walking they had yet to do. Why did he not bring snow-shoes again? Well to be fair Oscar has never lived in such an environment, he has been blessedly ignorant to the pure horror of the cold. He was under-prepared simply because he did not know how to prepare.

Yet despite his discomfort, Oscar pushed on alongside Jayden. At Jayden's question Oscar would sigh heavily. He did not have an answer at first, but eventually he would make a few suggestions. "We could sing songs. What was the one about the beer on the wall?" Oscar sneered before shaking his head, "I'm kidding, please don't start singing."

After another moment of staring out into the blank landscape of the wastes, Oscar would provide a serious answer. "We can talk about the training simulation for SPECTER. Felix says that it is a good idea to collaborate, I agree."

jayden cross

As Oscar predicted, Lancer's speed served them well. The first obstacle was a breeze, and soon they would find themselves well ahead of the competition. This initial advantage was a double edged sword though, as Lancer's superior speed had a trade off of a lower than optimal reaction time. Quite unfortunately, navigating the rest of this forest would require quick reflexes to maintain their lead.

Luckily Lancer had Oscar upon his back. Lancer could focus on going fast while Oscar could determine the best times to react to sudden change. Oscar leaned forward, focusing entirely on the course. In stead increments he would provide commands, "Up...down...up...down..." and Lancer would react accordingly.

Would this strategy carry them through this obstacle safely?

Speed (A)
Endurance (C)
Reaction (C)

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tl;dr
--Oscar is helping Lancer react to the second obstacle.