The year was drawing to a close, and Oscar realized he had little time to complete the resolution he established at the start of the year: Earning his 8th gym badge. This year was rather hard on him, both mentally and physically, but most of his troubles had passed. It was time to steel himself and too this year off with a victory.

Unfortunately the only gym leader he could find with an opening was a Rocket turncoat. While Oscar never knew CIAN MAHER while he was affiliated with Rocket, he was contractually obligated to hate all traitors--at least when he was on the clock. However right now he was not a faceless Rocket Beast, he was GMH ceo Oscar Clayton. Thus, Oscar would be warm and cheerful as he stepped out to the gym's outdoor arena.

With both his hands holding pokeballs, Oscar would wait patiently for Cian to arrive.

Thank you so much for this gift! Happy Holidays!

A gift for Oscar's favorite rock star Callan Young. Here are two electric types that like to thrash to loud music! Their monochrome colors and wild appearances might inspire new music, or at the very least make him laugh when he feels down. Merry Christmas!

Both are shiny and gacha with undecided movesets!

Oscar was awestruck as he gazed upon this lightning frontier for the first time. His scouts were not kidding, this was probably what hell would look like if all the fire was replaced with electricity. Honestly, Oscar was head over heels--he could only dream to have a power source this metal one day.

Oscar was so lost in the beauty of desolation that he could barely register what Ceri was saying. However, since she talked a lot he could at least get the gist once his focus returned. The beast cleared his throat and adjusted the shoulder mounted flashlight on his own suit.

"Right, gather what data you can but don't get sweaty about it. Remember we're here for recon, we can return with all the equipment and pokemon we need to properly study this--" Oscar waved a hand in a circle to generally gesture toward the ultra plant. "This."

He stepped forward, static crackling beneath his boots. "For the less academically inclined, be prepared for anything. We're on Ultra Beast terf, and they've never been friendly to visitors. Let's move team!"

Oscar giggled giddily, hardly able to contain his excitement to explore!

Tl;dr
--Oscar laying out his expectations and boldly venturing forth into the unknown!
Ceri Glynn Gerald Kaiser @gaultier

Day 17 (Figy Berry) -- Reference Snowflakes
Day 22 (Z Crystal) -- Reference Beards

Oscar skipped on The Gravedigger. He knew exactly why it was called that and did not wish to blackout at only the second stop of the night. A bit of bourbon would do for now. Besides, he was here to mingle with his good friend Mars--the drink was just a bonus.

Oscar smirked Mars's way as he asked how Oscar had been. "Tired." Said flatly as he tapped his glass. "Been working nonstop on that project I told you about. I'm fuckin' worn out, really needed a reason to get out of the office."

Oscar just wished they could have skipped the Walpurgisnacht, it was a fine brewery but too popular for his tastes. He had felt about ten brew-bro beards brush his neck so far as people tried to pass by their table and it was starting to drive him up a wall.

Martín del Mar

Their journey up the stairs was quiet, the tapping of their respective footwear echoing up the bare walls of the stairwell. Oscar had expected at least a few of the turncoats to take defensive positions in the lobby, but after finding it empty he simply assumed they did not have the numbers to properly fortify this building. Oscar stayed attentive as they ascended though, believing their targets to be ready to defend themselves.

That is until they reached the third floor. As they approached bottom of the third floor's flight, Oscar put out his arm to slow Zev. He signaled upward, hopefully successfully pointing out that there was someone sitting by the top of the stairs mostly out of sight. If it were not for their elbow sticking out ever so slightly, they may have gone unnoticed. Oscar nodded toward Zev, their work was about to begin. On the soles of his shoes, Oscar ran up the steps and raised his red pokeball to slam it into the guard.

He stopped short however, dumbfounded by what he saw. Oscar relaxed, thumbing toward the guard while holding back laughter. If Zev followed or gone up with Oscar, he would find that the guard on duty had fallen asleep on the job. It would seem that Rocket did not lose any bright agents this go around. Oscar looked to Zev, leaving what to do about this fool up to him.

Zev Harcourt

REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

5X Shiny dust to make 1 shiny swap
Using shiny swap on Arctozolt

Thank you so much! Merry Christmas ;-;!