Oscar remained ignorant to Eris's discomfort, stretching as he casually answered her inquiry. "I left them the manuals yeah, the machine is just more advanced than what they were using. Poor bastards were working with relics for ten years, you'd think someone would have cut them a fuckin' break."

Oscar glasped his mouth abruptly, realizing that he had just used two swears in front of a child! Oscar clutched his chest lightly, his pale face turning slightly pink from embarrassment. "Excuse my language, don't tell Chu-e I swore in front of you I don't want him to beat me up."

Oscar settled himself down, adjusting his tie before facing Eris once more. Only now did he notice her anxiety, her posture shrinking away more and more as time passed. Had he done something wrong? We he was practically a stranger, so Iscar could not blame her for being nervous. Though she might just be upset about her pokemon. He attempted to set her at ease, taking a seat by her side and clasping his hands together. "Is something troubling you Eris? Your pokemon are going to be fine, there's no need to worry anymore!"

Eris Halla

Oscar's march forward may have seemed foolhardy, but he was staying painstakingly aware as they moved further into this unknown realm. From the towers that leered at them, to the shapes moving through the charged clouds above, Oscar was keeping track of every possible threat. To be honest he was a little on edge, he had never felt more in danger. It was exhilarating.

They moved through the ruins of what was unmistakably a destroyed power plant. As Oscar pushed forward, he would stop briefly to examine some shattered machinery. Digging through the lifeless wires and circuits, Oscar recognized the machine to be some sort of control panel. He followed some of the wires, and found that they converged into a thick coating attached to the wall. The coating lead further into the ruins, like some sort of treasure trail.

Oscar slapped the dead machine. "The wires on the wall probably lead to a generator, maybe we can find something of value! Keep up now!" Oscar broke into a lively jog as he pressed onward, turning the corner as he followed the direction of the conjoined wires. He was forced to stop abruptly, narrowly preventing himself from falling off the path into a black abyss. The abyss prevented them from going further; while the way forward did not seem to far away the gap would prove far to big to jump over.

Oscar huffed and began searching for a way past, his eyes resting on some thick cords that hung just a hop above his head. As he followed the cords, he would discover that they lead into a wall on the other side. Could they perhaps...

Oscar turned to his comrades and pointed upward, "I need something thick I can use to hang over this cord. We're ziplining this bitch!"

tl;dr
--Oscar discovers some machinery that could lead them to a generator and some possible loot.
--There's an abyss blocking their way forward, they will need to zipline down a large cord to proceed.

Gerald Kaiser Ceri Glynn @gaultier

Oscar never turned down the chance to lend a hand to those in need, after all that meant good publicity for GMH! When Oscar caught wind of the sizeable crowd that was displaced by Kyurem's brief emergence, he gathered his work force straight away to aid in their relocation. It was the least he could do--plus it gave him a chance to collect snow samples from the icelands. Perhaps studying the ice would help give some insight into Kyurem's power.

As soon as Oscar heard that John Sullivan would be leading the effort, he would send word of his desire to help. They set up a meeting place, and Oscar would arrive with his reinforcements at the agreed upon time. Oscar four of his own vans to lend, equipped with snow tires that the board of directors thought were a poor investment but LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!!!

As Oscar coordinated his men through a headset, he would be startled by Douglas's sudden appearance. He had been too focused on getting things set up, he let himself get spooked! Oscar quickly relaxed, chuckling at how wound up he was before offering his hand for a handshake.

"Greetings cap--sorry, Lieutenant! Helluva day to do some good, we'll get some people loaded up in the vans and then roll out when you're ready! My folks are yours today!"

Oscar nodded, feeling sympathetic toward Eris's predicament. He had no knowledge of her troubles, so to him her gloomy and anxious demeanor was merely caused by her pokemon's health. He looked to the front counter, and while the nurse was not present he could at least see shapes moving behind the windows of the back doors.

Oscar clapped his hands together. "Well you're very responsible Eris. I actually just donated some equipment here, they might not be used to it yet. I'll go check on them and let you know how your pokemon are doing." Oscar strode toward the counter, humming to himself as his mood brightened. As he approached the front counter, the nurse would indeed emerge and greet him warmly.

The two would chat for a bit, with Oscar checking in on the new equipment and answering any troubleshooting questions the nurse had. With Oscar's back turned to her, Eris had a grand opportunity to run--though she would be leaving her pokemon behind. She might notice Oscar pulling out his phone and checking it. What did he see on the screen? A warning from Theo? News about Chu-e? It was actually a response from Martín del Mar, Oscar had asked him earlier for synonyms for the word 'cornucopia'. Not for any particular reason, he just really wanted them in his back pocket just in case.

Oscar put his phone away and waved goodbye to the nurse as she returned to the back. He walked toward Eris once more, his arms opened as an attention grabbing gesture. "She was stuck but I solved her problem and it won't take much longer!" 

Eris Halla

Perhaps it was no great cocktail conversation, but then again Oscar had an odd sense of humor. Perhaps it was his lingering anxiety about all of the horrific disasters he had survived within this year alone, but Oscar could not help but cackle at Gavin's remark about Galar. "Fuck dude, yeah it's now or never. I'll be surprised if the region wasn't leveled by the end of next year."

Oscar sighed happily as he got his giggles under control, "That's just the world we live in now. One bloody disaster after the next. You never know which one you won't survive so just live your life and do your best." Oscar took a hefty sip, nearly emptying his glass by accident. He set the glass down heavily before nodding with an unusual cheer.

"My plan this year is to make the world a safer place. Or die trying, which wouldn't be too bad if you ask me!"

Cillian Quinn

Oscar crunched on his sucker as Zev took point, burning the sleeping guard to a crisp. Well--burning his soul to a crisp, the body seemed fine. The screaming of the guard's spirit was haunting, but Oscar was not phased. He was more focused on the reinforcements the screaming would attract; there was no way the guard's comrades would be able to ignore it.

As the soul was slurped up by the chandelure, Oscar discarded his sucker stick and raised the red pokeball he had been holding in his hand. "Show time." The ball opened, and Oscar's Genesect would emerge with a flash of light. The cyber hunter looked to Oscar for orders, and Oscar would point to the nearby door that would no doubt lead into the third floor. "Open the door please."

Genesect nodded, running in front of the door and prepping its cannon. Oscar pulled out a pair of sunglasses from within his coat and carefully donned them as Genesect's cannon charged. A moment later it would unleash a dazzling blast, a surging storm of color and energy that would effortlessly disintegrate the door (Techno Blast.

When the attack ended, Oscar removed his sunglasses and peeked in. It would seem that the blast traveled a lot further through the third floor's hall then expected, creating a hole on the other side. Additionally, a few of the sleeping guard's comrades must have been on their way--as three freshly charred bodies could be seen close to the stairwell door. A door slammed half way down the hall, that must have been the flat the traitors were hiding out in. Oscar clicked his tongue, and Genesect would begin stomping down the hallway--with Oscar and Zev hopefully right behind.

Zev Harcourt

Oscar was not expecting a handshake, which is ridiculous because you should always be ready for a hand shake. He hastily shoved one of the pokeballs he was holding into his pocket and firmly grasped Cian's hand to shake it. Oscar's smile was wide, matching Cian's jubilant energies. 

"The pleasure's mine Cian. I'm feeling energized and ready to fight for my final badge!"

Oscar disengaged from the handshake and took out the pokeball he had put away. He raised them to dramatically reveal the contents but paused and looked around.

"Fuck I-um, got ahead of myself there. Where do you need me to stand?" 

CIAN MAHER

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!