The soft click of Oscar's steel heeled loafers would signal his arrival. Emerging from the shadows to join Rocket's newest beast, Zev would notice that Oscar was adorned with a black suit of his own. With his gloved hands resting in his pockets, Oscar gave Zev a quick scan before smirking.

"Well now one of us needs to go home and change."

Chuckling at his own joke, Oscar pulled a silver cigarette case from his inner coat pocket and opened it to reveal an array of lollipops. He would slide a pink one in his mouth before aiming the case toward Zev to offer him one. After Zev made his choice Oscar would put away the case before turning his gaze toward the apartments. 

The building, if you could call it that, looked down right ancient. Only the truly desperate would consider hiding out in such a wretched ruin, not that hiding will do them any good. Oscar's lollipop hung loosely from his lips as he pulled out a red pokeball.

"Orders were clear. No survivors, no mercy. Are you ready to roll or do you need a minute?"

Oscar's crimson eyes slowly leered toward Zev, his his expression placid as he waited for an answer.

Zev Harcourt

Oscar had recently gone on a lovely horrific flight across the ocean and do you know what he discovered? Out in a little corner of nowhere, just a bit outside of Mossdeep, sat a dinky little pokecenter! Oscar's curiosity stayed with him even after joyous traumatic trip concluded. He thought that maybe it could serve as a mini-base for future sinister opperations, if it were abandoned that is.

Unfortunately it was still very much in service, though it for sure needed a little bit of love. Oscar chatted with the nurse on duty for a bit, and after hearing about how neglected this little center was Oscar would resolve to lend a hand! After all, it was about time he undertook a new goodwill project.

Oscar updated the center's equipment with freshly made GMH tech. In a week's time, he would find himself with very little to do one day and stop by the center to see how the machines were going. You could imagine his delight to find the center servicing a customer--and a familiar face no less! Oscar smiled brightly as he approached Eris Halla, blissfully unaware of her current plight.

"Well well!" He said with a chuckle. "If it isn't Eris, what brings you all the way out here?"

No sooner did Oscar sit down would Jayden lay upon their claimed table his mountain of books. Just glancing at the immense amount of reading they were about to undertake made Oscar momentarily regret accepting Jayden's request for aid, but then again no one said it would be easy. Oscar's mind was fixated beyond the Darkest Day, which is to say the future of Hoenn after it had escaped its latest catastrophe. Oscar's desire for Hoenn's fate of overcoming a heavy que of apocalyptic events spurred him to dig deeper into the nature of this fragile rock he lives on--and everyone knows that rabbit holes are best jumped into with a friend.

Oscar picks a random book, something about "Lost Mythes From a Lost World". Flipping to a random page, Oscar cringed at how wordy the author's writing style seemed to be--but at least it had pictures. Oscar flipped through a few pages and chuckled at one particular find.

He turned the book toward Jayden, "Yo look at this drawing, is this supposed to be the unknown?" The sketch in question seemed to be very old, depicting stick figures with eyes in the middle of their heads. Oscar thought what Martín del Mar would think of this ancient doodle before turning the book back toward himself and flipping to the beginning.

Resolute in the task ahead, Oscar sighed and looked toward his study buddy. "So, we should establish a goal yeah? What are you gonna be looking for?"

jayden cross

Theo's nonchalant demeanor was nearly comical, especially with how Oscar reacted to the impact. It made the beast chuckle quietly, he could only hope to attain such serenity. Though hey, maybe Theo would be willing to teach him. He wanted to get to know Oscar after all, why not take this chance to do the same.

Before answering Theo's question, Oscar opened a beast ball to let out his own Naganadel: Robbie. Oscar pointed up to Theo's hard working Ultra Beast, and Robbie woefully understood his task. With a monsterous sigh, he too would start collecting falling Minoir.

Oscar returned his attention to Theo. "Eh, GMH is fine. Still serving its purpose, but the steady increase in prying eyes is starting to get to me. I'm still thinking of a way to keep FERNANDO SILPH from being too suspicious of my true nature--not that it would help. Fucker's sharp as a tac. Any advice?"

THEO BECKETT

This festive Halloween House was everything Oscar dreamed it would be. The homeowner was even dressed up, clearly on the same wavelength as he and Priam. Her light gatekeeping caused Oscar's grin to waver slightly though; it should be well known by now that you are never too old to Trick or Treat--as long as you put some effort in at least.

Satisfied by the generous amount of candy delivered, Oscar would personally walk away quite esctatic. That was exactly the kind of spirit all of Hoenn should be embracing, which is why the rich house across the street was now even more egregious. Oh how laying his eyes upon it once more made his blood boil! Oscar had never even met the residents and he was already prepared to go to war.

Oscar looked to Priam slyly, "You know Priam, Trick or Treating is not complete without a trick or two. Catch my vibe?"

Well did he!?

priam conrad

It was an unfortunate fact of life that some people just hate seeing the happiness of others. Unable to partake in their joy, they do anything within their power to ruin joy and slay merriment. This was what went through Oscar's head as he prowled the streets of Mauville, clearly looking as if he was looking for trouble.

Which he was! You see a thief was haunting the halls of his apartment building, and he was determined to track them down and beat the living shit out of them! For this was not just any thief, no this was a Holiday thief! A devious devil that had stolen the decorations of his entire complex--most notably the very expensive reaf Oscar had imported from Galar. Those things do not grow on trees you know! Well, actually they might. Oscar was not aware exactly how reafs were made. He just knew the good ones cost an arm and a leg and he would be damned if he let a two-bit hooligan take away his premium Holiday decorations!

And so he stalked around Mauville, a flashlight in his hand and wrath in his heart. I feel sorry for any innocent bystanders that come upon him in such a state...

@hellebore

Ambition can drive people to dabble in absurdity, scrounging for every scrap that could resemble an opportunity to further their goals. Oscar has been a constant servant to his own ambition, but never before has it made him so hungry--so desperate. His goals were vague for now, tied by the general goal of enhancing their world's understanding of energy in all of its forms.

Most forms of energy were easy to research, but one remained excessively elusive: Dyna Energy. Oscar has had to scour through mission reports and old Galar news clippings to even get a picture of what Dyna Energy does. If the Galar reports are correct, it is a miraculous resource that has helped power the region for decades--yet it remains exclusive to that region. Oscar sought to find a source in Hoenn to study, but leads were few and far between. That is until he discussed (cried with frustration) it with priam conrad, who brought Oscar a very tantalizing idea.

They had ventured into the desert once more, searching for the entrance to a chasm they had previously escaped. There, long ago, they had discovered a very old blastoise that exhibited an unnatural amount of strength. They did not know it at the time, but that blastoise had 'Dynamaxed'--using Dyna energy to enhance its power. Perhaps with a bit of exploration, the duo could find what had caused the blastoise to transform!

Oscar was dressed in his finest adventuring clothes, ready to squeeze back into this mysterious cavern and hunt for treasure! He looked to his spelunking companion, "I'm eager to get going, are you all set!?"

Everyone has different ways of managing stress. Some people play violent video games to get their aggression out, or punch bags/actual people, or perform yoga and meditate. Oscar's secret stress relief technique was a lost form of exercise, and after the week he has had he would be itching to partake.

Down in route 117, in the early hours of the night, swarms of Ledian would emerge from their hiding places to glow and mingle. Usually they would go undisturbed, but tonight Oscar Clayton had a fair bit of fury to work out and they would be his unfortunate victims. Do not fear, Oscar is not going to fight these Ledian. Instead he shall partake in the ancient pastime of his bug catching forefathers: Bug Catching.

With an oversized net in hand, Oscar would run out into the middle of the Ledian community and begin swinging wildly. Whether any were actually trapped in the net was inconsequential; bug dancing was a dance, it was all about the chase! And before he could chase these glowing fuckers around they needed to be scared, so here Oscar was screeching and swinging his net like a baseball bat.

It was quite the sight to see, hopefully no one would happen upon him during this most secretive of rituals.

Tempest Quinn

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