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oscar clayton claiming rewards
3x Prem Gacha, 6x Normal Gacha, 4x type 1 evo candies, 2x ability capsules, 3x tm/tr, 10x pokeballs, 1x Starf Berry, 

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The gabite was quick, dodging out of the way in the nick of time. Musta did not worry though, instead he kept his cool as he awaited his opponent's inevitable retaliation. As he predicted, the gabite would once again appear. Small as it was, this gabite had plenty of power behind its strikes. The Dragon Rush carved into Musta's scales, prompting him to jump back and strike with his scythes. The two's claws would clash briefly, a flurry of dancing blades raging like the storm that surrounded them.

It was a beautiful brawl, but it could not last. Someone had to be the victor, and Mustakrakish would not allow it to be anyone but him. He swung around unexpectedly, delivering an Aqua Tail to the enemy gabite. The attack hit true, sending it flying to the sandstorm. Musta prepared for the battle to continue, however after a brief moment of suspense the sandstorm would start to fade. The gabite had fainted.

As Oscar saw Musta standing triumphant, he would clasp his mouth and squeal through his gloves. Musta, surprised himself, let out a high pitched cackle of joy before composing himself. This did not stop Oscar from running onto the field and hugging his monstrous soldier so tightly that Musta had the air knocked out of him.  

"You beautiful fuckin' dragon! I knew you could do it!" Musta at first felt embarrassed by his master's unusual reaction to this victory, but after a few seconds he was just glad to have won a battle for once and returned the hug. His scythes ruined Oscar's suit jacket, but Oscar could not care less.

CIAN MAHER

Oscar tended to stay away from Meteor Falls, he was a dragon trainer sure but he never felt invested in whole 'Draconid' lore or whatever. Yet rumors began to abound that something odd was happening at the Draconid Shrine hidden deep within the falls; apparently some pokemon that visited recently obtained incredible power! Just by being there! That was a slap happy good deal if Oscar had ever heard of one, and he knew just who to visit with.

"You feel anything yet?" Oscar had chosen to visit in the dead of night, when other visitors were less likely to appear. Genesect stood beside him, staring up at the shrine blankly before realizing that its master was speaking to it. Genesect shook its head, it had yet to feel anything. Oscar sighed, "Well keep trying I guess. Shit I did not think the shrine would be so picky."

Moments passed, and eventually Oscar would snap his fingers. "I know! Dragon tamers love meditation and shit, try turning off you hud and clearing your thoughts." Genesect did not know how to clear its thoughts, but it did turn off its hud as directed. Nothing happened for at least a minute--but then...

A DRAGON!

Genesect sprang awake, startled by the sudden imagery. Oscar became very excited, "Did you see something!?" Genesect hesitated, unsure what had happened. Eventually it would nod. Oscar clapped his hands, "Fuck yeah, let's go home and see what awesome dragon shit you go!" The two ran off, both very interested in the gift they had recieved.

The forecast pointed to Musta falling to his foe, its desperate clash being too much to weather. However, the thong about forecasts is that they often fail to consider local conditions and unexpected anomalies. Anomalies such as pearl shaped explosions.

Oscar had raised his ring as the gabite showed itself, its jewel glowing with a technicolor light. Musta in turn began to violently transform, its body being encased within an Infinity Energy cocoon and emerging with a burst of raw power.

From there, Mustakrakish's True Form revealed itself.

With vitality restored the now mega-Musta lurched forward with its massive scythes to deliver a Brutal Swing. Its additional ability, Sand Force, would lend his attack even more power thanks to the Sandstorm.

Baron was determined keep up the boombursts to aid his ally, but Oscar would withdraw him from the battle. He raised Baron's pokeball so that Cian could see. "Yo Cian! Mustakrakish can win this fight on his own. This is a one on one battle now!"

It was only fair.

tl;dr
--Oscar Mega-evolved Garchomp, hoping the explosion caused by mega evolution will repel gabite.
--A revitalized Mega-garchomp tries to catch Gabite with Brutal Swing.
--Oscar withdraws Flygon to make the battle more even.

CIAN MAHER

Baron's rage fueled impact against the krookodile was brutal, and probably would have gotten worse had Oscar not called out to his furious flygon. "Baron back off, it's finished!" Baron hesitated before relenting and gett off of the knocked out krookodile. He knew better than to disobey direct orders from Oscar.

As the krookodile was withdrawn, Oscar allowed himself a short sigh of relief. That was one hurdle, but the fight was not over yet. With two pokemon remaining, he had the advantage--but the tides could easily turn against him. Oscar had to stay focused if he wanted to come out on top, especially since the damn enemy gabite reset the sandstorm.

With the sandstorm back in play, both gabite and Musta were back to playing hide and seek. Baron could not place the gabite either, even with his goggles. With both of his pokemon acting indecisive, Oscar would once again step in with guidance.

"Baron, limit where the gabite can go with Boomburst! Remember not to get too close to Mustakrakish! Musta stay on a swivel and prepare to Dragon Rush at the first sign of trouble!"

Both nodded and sprang into action. Baron began creating explosive soundwaves around Musta from a safe distance, hoping to either lure in the gabite or push it it toward its teammate. Musta flexed and bent his legs, preparing to launch into a charge should the gabite show itself.

Meanwhile Oscar kept his eyes on the battlefield, ready to raise his ring should trouble arise.

tl;dr
--Flygon is using Boomburst in a wide perimeter around Garchomp to push Gabite toward its ally.
--Garchomp prepares a Dragon Rush attack, waiting for the gabite to reveal itself.

CIAN MAHER

Our of all of the icky jobs Oscar had to do, this one by far felt the ickiest. The beast had hoped that someone else would be given the task of assassinating Remiel Calcifet, but of course Oscar'e luck did not come through this time. It was not just that Remiel was a horribly powerful avatar, he was also Oscar's friend. Oscar valued loyalty deeply, and even if he resented Remiel's departure the idea of killing the guy made him down right sick. Yet in this line of work you do not get to say 'no thank you'. When you are given a job to do, you are expected to complete it without complaint--and that was what Oscar did.

Luckily he was not sent to complete this task alone, Oscar was accompanied by a professional assassin named Asriel Pryde. He had not had the pleasure of meeting him up until now, but he seemed cool maybe? Not that it mattered, this was an in-and-out job so there was hardly room for socializing. As soon as the two met up they had gotten to straight to work, using Oscar's dragapult to Phantom Force into Remiel's apartment from the outside.

As they made it through the portal, Oscar would quickly withdraw his Dragapult and take in his surroundings. He was surprised by how simple the apartment was, one might even call it quaint. All the better for laying a trap. Oscar knew they had little time, so he was direct when speaking to his partner. Oscar had donned one of his skull shaped helmets for this endeavor, so his voice would be deeply filtered as he spoke.

"Secure the apartment, I'll start placing charges." Oscar took out a pokeball and started looking for a good spot for the first 'charge'

taking with mint frost

Oscar was naturally completely jazzed by Ceri's theories, the very thought of harnessing alien lightning made him giggle like a school boy. "That's spicy Ceri, fuckin' same wavelength you and I! Why else would they make an outpost all the way out here? Perhaps multiple if we're lucky." Oscar got into his own rant headspace, prattling as Gaultier and Gerald returned from their diversion. 

"If we can get some of this tech working, maybe we can recreate it back home? We have plenty of ways to harness electricity, but finding a way to take it from natural thunder storms sounds like a worthwhile endeavor. Hell if we could bring some of this world's lightning, maybe we could study it and see how it compares to ours!"

Oscar turned as Gaultier spoke up, carefully examining the journal after Gaultier flipped it around. Oscar scratched the chin of his helmet, making a deep 'hmmm' sound in the back of his throat. "Well it checks out, we are in Ultra Space after all. At least we don't have to worry about hostile survivors." Oscar clapped his hands together as Gaultier and Gerald talked Faraday Cages. "Fuck yeah now we're talking. You get the scrap and we'll find a way to build it!"

Gerald began providing plenty of old tech parts from nearby, though not a lot of it looked useable for what Oscar had in mind. He decided to not think so literally, after all there would be no way they would find enough wire to create a traditional Faraday Cage. Oscar pulled out a pokeball and let out the mighty conkeldurr brute known as Rosco. The cinderblock wielding muscle clown peered over at Oscar, huffing through his nose as he awaited orders.

Oscar pointed to the already recovered machinery. "I need you to take these scrap pieces and make them as thin as possible--and I mean thin!" Rosco nodded, and without hesitation picked up a shattered monitor to begin smashing it flat with his fists. When flat enough, he would start rolling it between his hands to make it as thin as possible. When he was done, he would set the thin metal aside and pick up another piece of broken tech to work. Oscar turned toward his comrades. "I need someone to help weld these into a cage-ish structure."

tl;dr
--Oscar thinks alien lightning is neato.
--Determined to help make the Faraday Cage, Oscar sends out a Conkledurr to work the old tech into wire-thin metal pieces.

Ceri Glynn @gaultier Gerald Kaiser

Years ago, Oscar would have never guessed that he would have the chance to travel to the FUCKIN' MOON! Yet here he was, landing upon its surface for the first time. When Lulu had invited him it took all of his effort not to squeal with boyish glee. Sure the possibility of discovering even more power beyond Tera Energy was Oscar's number one reason to accept the offer, but come on who would turn down going to space!? 

The trip itself was alright, though the majesty of space did lose its luster about fourteen hours in. Oscar spent most of his time sleeping and staring out the window, watching the sea of stars. The adrenaline of their arrival had greatly perked Oscar up, his suit-up speed was near instantaneous. Yet even with how excited he was, he would do his best to keep his cool. He would not want Lulu to think he was lame after all.

He kept up his mellow all the way until he first stepped onto the moon's surface. All around them lay a seemingly endless gray desert, nothing but rocks and sand. Oscar soaked in the view before finally shouting, "This is so fucking metal dude!" Remembering the company he was in, Oscar cleared his throat and pulled out a mineral analyzer from a holster in his suit. 

"I've tuned this analyzer to recognize energy signals. It can sense about eighty feet downward." Oscar turned the gadget on and pointed it to the moon surface. The hud picked up nothing but moon rock and sedimentary nothingness. Of course they could not be that lucky, it was time to trek. Oscar pointed in a random direction, "Let's go this way and not wander too far. We'll probably have more luck if we can find an impact crater." Oscar bounced forward, trying really hard to hide his excited giggling. 

Lulu Flint

Oscar accepted the wrench and smirked, nodding in thanks. This woman was a machine gun, her mind was traveling faster than a hotrod on the freeway. Oscar should have gotten that second cup of coffee he had decided against hours ago.

He was glad to see her enthusiasm though, he would gladly take excitement over disinterest. He ducked back into his machine and began to adjust some of the stability bolts. "Its name is Zapdos." He said with a tinge of effort in his voice as he multitasked. "According to theology scholars, it is the third member of the Kanto bird trio. You may have heard of Articuno and Moltres, both are a lot friendlier than Zapdos."

Oscar pushed himself out of the machine, wiping some sweat off his brow. "It's an electric type with a hefty appetite for Infinity Energy and electricity. There's no lattern other than it only stops by when its starving. That's the lone constant, if I could find a way to predict that it was coming I could be more prepared to feed it. Or better yet, meet it in person."

Oscar was surprised that his information came so readily, after all he had kept this a close secret for some time. It felt nice to share though, and Ceri at least seemed very intrigued.

Ceri Glynn

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Oscar stepped through next, suited up in what was becoming favorite mission disguise. Had to look sharp for this occasion, especially when confroning a former elite four member, a current elite four member, a former gym leader, and--was that luka chêne? Did Remiel know she was here? Were they still together? It's hard too kep track of all these relationships, Oscar usually does not bother.

It hardly mattered, they were not taking prisoners today so whoever stood before them was about to reserve a permanent plot on Mt. Pyre. Cillian Quinn came out swinging with Lugia, and whose black rain was dripping harmless over Oscar's helmet. It made for a good backdrop, too bad it was replaced by @callan's snow and blizzard.

Oscar thought quickly, releasing Writhe the Frosmoth from her pokeball. Oscar's digitized voice would soon shout out a command, "Fuck that blizzard up and press forward!" Writhe let out a sing-song howl as she fluttered her wings, creating a Wide Guard barrier to protect her comrades from the blizzard. She very slowly pressed forward with the barrier, hoping to get close enough for her fellow pokemon to begin lobing their own attacks.

Oscar cackled, florishing a hand toward the enemy, "Come on ya bastards show me some teeth!"

tl;dr

--Oscar sent out Frosmoth. Frosmoth used Wide Guard to protect the Rockets from Blizzard. Frosmoth is inching forward behind her barrier to get the team closer to the League. I will add frosmoth moveset when I get home, it's hard to do on my phone!

Earned Mp

10 Mp for referencing another character with a tag

John Sullivan luka chêne Kazimir Wynter Callan Young

@elio Cillian Quinn Gerald Kaiser fern delaney

Oscar carefully pulled the Milcery from its cage and put it inside the pokepod chamber. With the subject locked in, Oscar strode to his control panel (now fortified with tempered glass). In one motion he would pick up his recorder, raise it to his mouth, and tuen it on to begin his notes.

"Pokepod preliminary trial two, testing of the Pokepod three point oh. Experiment conducted by agent skull. Date? Don't matter. Time? Don't matter. Place? Up yours. After a turbulent development period I think I finally have a working rendition of the pokepod. The extractors have been heavily altered to allow a more control suction. Metal blades have been installed to act as a sort of filtration system. If everything is installed correctly, which it fucking should be, they should arrange themselves based on how I turn the control dial. Speaking of..."

Oscar took a moment to catch his breath, sitting down in the swivel chair he stole from declan walsh's office (I mean, he never uses it). He began the start up process for the pokepod, continuing his notes as the machine warmed up. "Subject is a Milcery of good health and average size. My aim for today's first trial is to make sure the minimum and maximum settings work. From there I can find the happy medium I desire. Anyway, cross your fingers."

Oscar ended the recording and flipped a toggle next to the dial. The machine suddenly became quite loud, making a racket that resembled a giant vacuum. The Milcery, knocked out up until now, awoke with a panic. Oscar paid its distress no mind, instead turning his control dial to the number 1--the lowest setting.

Nothing seemed to be happening, but the energy reader on his console did show very slight activity. The extractors were pulling a minimum amount of Infinity Energy, though not enough to be noticable by the Milcery or light up the large bulb at the top of the machine. In other words, it was working as intended. Oscar smirked before taking a deep breath and turning the dial to the number 10--the highest setting.

The machine roared, creating a hellish cacophony worthy of its dramatic power. The Milcery in the pop let out a brief shriek before drying up entirely, falling to the floor and bursting into milky dust. The readings on Oscar's console were massive, and the bulb was glowing unnaturally bright. After a few seconds had passed the bulb would dim, the Infinity Energy all used up. At this point Oscar would turn down the machine and record his thoughts.

"Experiment was successful. Both the minimum and maximum settings do what they're supposed to. I find it important to note that the Infinity Energy taken from the maximum setting's pull was incredibly powerful, but only lasted briefly. While my goal is to find a way to use pokemon as a prolonged source of energy, this reaction may be useful in the future. Anyway, on to the second test. Subject is a..."