Upon being greeted, Oscar would enter causally. He stepped forward, his arms flourishing to gesture toward himself. "I'm doing pretty well actually. Um--better than normal anyway." As Oscar approached Lulu's machine, he would stand a respectful distance and whistle.

"I can see you're hard at work. What is this, a computer?"

If it was Oscar needed to get himself once of these, this thing looked tricked out as hell. Oscar leaned against a nearby desk, folding his arms as he waited for an answer. 
Lulu Flint

And thus the battle began.

Cian's gabite disappeared into the sandstorm, which while annoying did not surprise Oscar. Mustakrakish had the very same ability, and Oscar had prepared the same strategy. Unfortunately, Mustakrakish did not let the sandstorm hide him soon enough. His plan to bring the krookadile closer paid off, but the devious bastard caught the mighty dragon with a swagger. Of course the proud Mustakrakish fell for it, twitching furiously as the sandstorm enveloped and obscured his body (Sand Veil). 

Baron dove in to join his partner, searching briefly for the gabite. When the gabite could not be located, Baron decided to focus on the krookodile. He slammed the ground with his body, causing a shockwave of molten rock to rip toward the krookodile's position (Earth Power).

Meanwhile, the veiled Musta had slipped to the opposite side of Baron's attack. Bursting forward, Musta would attempt to envelope the krookodile within a Sand Tomb to prevent it from getting away--that is if Musta's confused anger did not get in the way.

tl;dr
--A Sandstorm is still raging!
--Garchomp fell for the Swagger and became confused.
--Flygon used Earth Power on Krookodile.
--Garchomp used his Sand Veil and tried to trap Krookodile with Sand Tomb--if his confusion does not get in the way.
--For confusion I suggest I roll, 1-49 means Garchomp hits itself and 50-80 means its attack proceeds as normal. 81-100 can mean that he breaks out of confusion, and he can break out if he succeeds to attack three times maybe? Let me know what you think on discord.
CIAN MAHER

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Oscar cracked a little, his eye twitching at what Eris has shared with him. Chu-e was what now? When did this happen? Oh wait--it was coming back to him. There was at least an email, but with how depressed Oscar was after surviving the meteor it was not a surprise that he failed to absorb it. Fuck, what a dumbass move--now the damn kid was probably sad! Good going Oscar.

Oscar's face hardened, deep down he was glad this happened. He reached into his coat and pulled out a device that Eris probably would not recognize. It was a small black box with a tiny screen and just enough room for three buttons. Holding it in the palm of his hand, Oscar offered it to Eris. 

"Ahem, um--this thing here is called a beeper. It's a really old form of communication, back from when I was a kid. I want you to have it. I can't do much to help, and I'm sure Gavin or someone else is taking really good care of you, but if you ever find yourself in danger I want you to use it. I'll send help, no questions asked."

Oscar would not take no for an answer, holding it out with an unwavering hand until she took it. 

Eris Halla

Oscar did not picture a number, so if he had tripled it he would still come to zero. But he did picture a number after being told to triple it--and then he tripled that! Oof that was a big number! 

Oscar held on as he was tipped backward; if his dance partner had not calmed him down earlier Oscar may have fell and looked like a fool! Luckily his partner's grip was not too loose, he really did know what he was doing. Oscar shrugged as he was lifted back up. "I take dancing classes in my free time. Mostly freeform stuff to contemporary pop but I have the gist of ballroom down." He was not joking, this was actually what Oscar did in his spare time. It is canon look it up!

Oscar looked away slightly before continuing, "I uh--was raised rich though. My parents never really took us anywhere, they kinda just let me and my brother do whatever. We were like--domestic pets." Oscar shook his head, got a bit too comfortable there. Just because he was anonymous did not mean he had to talk about his past. 

"I've--never done well with affection. It makes me sick for some reason. Like physically ill, I dunno why. Never tried to fix it."

mint frost

"You know it!" Oscar said with some faux cheer. He too was both fascinated and disturbed by the mad-science made real, though by now he has done experiments equally as heinous. Anything to find that next big step toward domination. Oscar was always sad that he did not get to meet Cadis, they probably would have had a lot to talk about. 

Oscar nodded at Zev's second remark, "You're in lucky actually, our scientists have perfected its creation method. Soon everyone in Rocket will have a Genesect of their own. Genesect is--less than enthused." Oscar had shared with Genesect not too long ago that it would soon have siblings, other Genesect that it could relate to. At first Genesect seemed indifferent, perhaps it could not comprehend that it was no longer going to be the only one of its kind. However, the intensity of their training that day told Oscar everything he needed to know. For some reason, Genesect was furious.

Zev ran off to help clear the rooms, and Oscar was going to step in to help as well but between Zev and Genesect he would not be able to get to a room faster than they did. Instead he decided to chill at the end of the hall, if anyone happened to slip through Oscar would be there to intercept. 

At the end of the hall, Genesect burst open the last room on its side and stormed in. There were--prolonged screams followed by a series of explosions. There must have been a surplus of individuals in that room, and Genesect had cleared them out with Magnet Bombs. Oscar shook his head roughly once, he has done this kind of thing a lot during his time as Beast but sometimes the noises still got to him.

Gensect eventually exited the room, stomping down the hallway. Its black paintjob looked particularly menacing covered in blood, if Oscar were its target he would be absolutely terrified. Luckily he did not have to worry about that, instead he simply tsked as he examined the blood. "Great, now we gotta wash you." Genesect slouched, it did not enjoy its carwash like cleaning regiment. Oscar shrugged, "You can't go around covered in blood, sorry. I'll give you some extra waxing afterwards. Promise." Genesect perked up at its favorite part of the process, and looked toward the rooms Zev was storming through. Once Zev was finished, Oscar would nod his way and speak. "Good job tonight, you're gonna fit right in. You wanna do another sweep or can we burn this place to the ground and go home?"

Zev Harcourt

Oscar cringed as an unknown appeared, and flinched as it orbited around his head. He still saw this little fuckers as possible enemies; it did not matter how adorable they were, Oscar was convinced they could snap at any second! He relaxed when it left his personal bubble though, creepy little bastard.

Jayden's answer aligned with Oscar's hopes exactly, "Agreed, if we do nothing the League will only keep getting stronger. Beyond that though..." Oscar flipped through his book, pausing at some of the illustrations. "I dunno about you, but I'm sick of surviving cataclysms by pure chance. It's starting to make life a little stressful."

Stressful might have been an understatement, by the look of those bags under Oscar's eyes these thoughts have been keeping him up at night. Oscar slouched, deciding that should actually read the book instead of skimming through it. 

"There has to be something we can use to protect our world. What good is ruling it if there's a crisis every year?"

jayden cross

Places were taken and the stage was set. Inhaling a lung full of fresh air, Oscar sighed deeply as he slowly stretched out his arms. The pokeballs in his hands opened, releasing their contents with a flash of red light. On Oscar's right was Baron the flygon, who flexed his wings and cried out happily as he stepped forward for battle. On Oscar's left--

A garchomp stands motionless, staring forward with his eyes shut. It breathes heavily as it stomps forward, the ground shaking ever so slightly with every step. Suddenly his eyes open wide, and after inhaling a great deal of air the mighty dragon would screech furiously. This creature of unbridled destruction was Mustakrakish: Second of his name, king and death to worlds, the glorious heir to the throne of hell, a cosmic being of such--

"Stop showboating!" Oscar shouted with cupped hands toward Mustakrakish, who gave his master a pointed look for interrupting his introduction. Mustakrakish huffed, steeling himself for battle. The first move was theirs, and Oscar would start off by making use of the gym's theme.

He shouted his orders as soon as his warriors seemed ready, "Baron bring the sand, Musta reel them in!" Baron cried out as his eyes began to glow from within his goggles. A grand Sandstorm was kicked up, covering the varied battlefield with a torrent of ripping earth. Mustakrakish made a single leap forward, attempting to get just a bit closer to his opponents. With his rumbling impact, the rocky terrain beneath his foes would shooting jagged rocks upward (Stone Edge). Mustakrakish was not aiming to harm his opponents, but rather to push them closer.

tl;dr
--A sandstorm is raging!
--Flygon used Sandstorm.
--Garchomp used Stone Edge, trying to push his opponents closer.

CIAN MAHER

Oscar's entrance was middling. He had slipped in, given nods of greeting to Elisabeth Fiorelli (who was kind enough to invite him), and silently took his seat. In his own black/red suit the beast might have blended into the shadows of the room, if not for his inconveniently bright pale complexion. He was about as stealthy as a shooting star. 

He wished he was in a better mood to be social, but Oscar was all business today. This meeting was like a gift exchange, but the gifts were intelligence briefings. Delicious intelligence briefings that would be very valuable in Oscar's current projects. He had information of his own to share of course, never come to the potluck empty handed and all that, but with all of the other Menteno accounts most of his tidbits may be redundant. Time would tell. 

Congratulations were passed onto fern delaney and BARNABY FINCH as well as mint frost , Zev Harcourt , and Marza Volchitsa : Rocket's newest admins and beasts respectively. Oscar clapped to their success, his expression beaming at the mention of Mint's name. That's right, he was proud of the little shit.

What are you gonna do about it? However, Oscar's good spirits were visible drained as he realized that declan walsh would not be attending. I mean--it was not as if Oscar cared. He did not even know Mister Walsh, he was just cool to look at. The meeting would be great with or without him it made no difference to Oscar! Shut up!

Anyway, at the mention of the energy source Oscar straightened up and raises his hand. "I'd like to inquire more about the energy source. Has anyone had the chance to study it yet?"

tl;dr
--Oscar is here to absorb, wants to know more about the new energy source.
--Proud of all the promoted Rockets.
--Totally is not upset that Declan is not coming.

Oscar catches Gaultier's jacket, his brief confusion subsiding as the grunt provided an explanation. Oscar held the jacket by the shoulders so that he could get a better look at the garment, whistling as Gerald followed Gaultier across. It was a nice jacket, Gaultier must have a lot of trust in Oscar to lend it to him. That or he does not like the jacket, poor thing...

Ceri read Oscar's mind though, as she said aloud the same conclusion Oscar came to. As nice as the jacket was, its material would make ziplining smoothly a challenge. It would need some sort of lubrication like--oh look a puddle! Oscar walked over to a puddle near the wall, squatting to examine it as Ceri zipped to the other side. The gathered fluid was--black? Blue? Water? Oil? Whatever, Oscar soaked the jacked until it was nice and slippery. He then returned to the wire, slapping the jacket over with a wet plop before smoothly sliding across the abyss. Oscar kept his eyes forward, fearing that he would slip off the jacket with surprise should he dare to look down.

Arriving on the other side, Oscar landed with a toddle before quickly regaining his balance. He then offered the jacket back to Gaultier, smiling and nodding with thanks. "Good thinking crew, now let's keep moving. Guards up!" Like Ceri Oscar also heard the soft humming that suddenly surrounded them, but did not take it as a sign to worry. Perhaps it was because everything here was already dangerous, new dangers would hardly make much of a change.

Oscar kept his focus on the cords attached to the walls, following them through open-air corridors until their final destination was reached. Fittingly, their uneventful trek through this ruin would be marked with a very cluttered final room. It was a massive bowl-like room, the perimeter of which reached far into the sky. In the center was a mass of machinery, and from a cursory glance Oscar thought it was some sort of fortress. Upon closer inspection however, he recognized it to be a massive generator--or rather several generators melded together. 

As Oscar stepped forward, the humming would become louder than ever. Soon dots of blue on the perimeter would catch his eye. Looking their way, Oscar would see several stakataka gathering around the rim of the bowel. For now they were docile, simply watching as the team of Rockets came closer to the generator. Oscar spoke as he continued forward, "Keep an eye on those block fuckers. I dunno what they're up to but it can't be good." 

Finally Oscar arrived at the generator, and began feeling around the mangled metal of its colossal form. "Help me find a way inside!" he said to no one in particular, pulling loose metal away hoping to make an opening for himself. "There has to be something valuable in here."

Ceri Glynn @gaultier Gerald Kaiser

tl;dr
--Ziplined across a wire
--They've made it to a ruined generator(?) surrounded by idle stakataka. Oscar wants to traverse deeper into the generator, hoping to find something to salvage. 

The final month of the year had been a busy one. The fallout of the Meteno event left Hoenn reeling, and Oscar had stepped up to provide what support he could. Not because he cared, but because it looked good to help. Otherwise he had been preoccupied working on his pokepods and planning for the steps beyond their completion. He had precious little time for catching up with his friends, so when he found a narrow gap in his schedule Oscar decided to make use of it.

Lulu Flint would be the lucky subject of today's visitation, as they had a great deal to discuss. It had been a very long time since they last spoke, which had to be right before the Cyberspace incident. With all of Oscar's newest developments gaining steam, he believed it would be a good idea to exchange notes with his dear research comrade. 

It took a bit of wondering, but Oscar was eventually directed toward the lab Lulu was occupying. Her research facility needed more maps, he would be sure to bring that up in their conversation. Upon approaching the lab's door, Oscar knocked loudly before carefully entering.

Oscar was still peeved about being dragged onto the dance floor, but his masked kidnapper talked a lot of sense. Peering from side to side, Oscar found that everyone around him was too busy focusing on their own shenanigans--he had no reason to fear their prying eyes. His steps slowed down, becoming more fluid as he leaned into his dance partner.

With their dance stabilizing, Oscar decided to inquire about about this masked stranger. Perhaps he could guess who they were, should he obtain enough insight.

"So, you did this a lot as a kid--was your family wealthy?"

mint frost

Oscar tilted his head as he listened to his friend's frustrations. Slowly the beast's lips would curl into a smile, he felt like a fisherman about to reel in a legendary catch. Oscar entwined his fingers, chuckling softly as Amor finished his rant.

Oscar shook his head, his eyes widening as they locked with Amor. "Why remain with the league at all? Here you are, contributing your resources, and they treat you like trash. A man of your talent would be much better off elsewhere."

Oscar's smile faded, his expression turning deathly serious. It was the moment of truth, either he reels in the whopper--or cuts the line. "I have an opportunity for you--if you're interested."

Amor Rose