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BATTLE OF SOOTOPOLIS MAIN EVENT

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OOC NAME:Hollow[break]
CHARACTER: oscar clayton [break]
FACTION: rocket[break]
POKEMON PARTY (MAX 6) Can be found here, minus Genesect ;-; but plus one new friend (approved by Shiv, see below)[break]
NOTES/COMMENTS: With Genesect Prime gone, Oscar must wrestle with both his depression and crippling fear of death. Without his ace he is feeling very exposed and vulnerable. Despite this, the battle shall be the perfect opportunity for him to prove that he does not need Prime to bring glory to Rocket.

Oscar was not convinced that he was the best engineer Rocket had, but he appreciated the compliment nevertheless. Even if it came attached to Howard's high expectations of solving this issue. Not that he could not, it was just all theories and guesses for now. Still, with Howard's backing (and funding) it should not be difficult to prove his hypothesis correct.

Speaking of, Howard had requested a run down. Oscar cleared his throat and pulled out his phone, "Thank you, for one. Uh for two, I have figured that the Infinity Energy used to create Sygna Suits is not strong enough. Mega Stones are fine sources no doubt, but their nevertheless diluted. The energy used to create these stones originally stemmed from a particular pokemon, thus the purest form of Infinity Energy comes from pokemon themselves."

Oscar began flipping through his phone until he reached a blueprint he had been sketching in the waiting room. It came with a few algorithms and written details that gave more information about Oscar's theories, which he would summarize as he pointed the phone toward Howard. "I believe that if I charge the Sygna Suit during its creation with Infinity Energy extracted from a living pokemon, it can create a stronger defense against Dynaenergy--and most things to be honest. Still, it would require sacrifice. Your mileage may vary on the morality of such things, but if it means a better future for us then it may be worth it."

Of course Oscar would keep to himself that he had no qualms with killing pokemon for their Infinity Energy, for he has learned that being upfront with such things tended to put people off.

howard slayte

A loud noise rang out behind Oscar, followed by an intense uptick in heat. Oscar hopped forward, his first thought being that he was about to be set on fire by a crazy divine diamond monster. As he swung around, he would be relieved to only find a fallen, flaming tree. The great oak had created a barrier between himself and his pursuers, an unlikely mercy considering what he deserved.

Oscar suddenly realized how on fire everything was and quickly returned to releasing his ride. Out popped Robbie Rotten, the most diabolical of Naganadel, and before it could even react Oscar would be mounting his steed. The sinister rascal hissed as Oscar hastily jostled its thorax during his climb to his back. Oscar was retorted with equal animosity, "Well I'm in a hurry! Speaking of, go!" Seemingly realizing how dire things were, Robbie flapped its wings and took off in the opposite direction of Desiree.

Oscar did not look back, instead swinging his head in every other direction in search of Prime. He caught a glimpse of multiple Genesect flying toward Petalburg, but none of them bore Prime's black paint job. As hopelessness once again set in, Oscar would stare blankly forward. He felt numb, absolutely detached as Prime's departure replayed in his head over and over. He had half a mind to push himself off of Robbie and tumble to his well deserved demise...

Oscar shook his head, that sort of thinking was not productive. Time would not stop simply because he made a mistake--a huge mistake but still. There was yet more work to be done, as the battle for Petalburg was only beginning. Oscar hardened his resolve grabbing Robbie's horns and pointing toward the city. "We're going to Petalburg. Stay within a Genesect swarm." Robbie followed orders, joining a nearby platoon of Genesect drones as they flew into the Petalburg war zone.

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Notes
--Oscar has escaped with Naganadel, and the duo is now flying with a platoon of Genesect into Petalburg to join the other Rockets.

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100 MP for completing your prelude thread.
250 MP for "tying" or having a "neutral" outcome for your character and their prelude.

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Oscar took in Wright's words carefully, honing in on his mention of the Light Metal ability. Yes of course, the nature of such an ability would provide for an unusually light ore. It was the perfect fit for a device that would require being picked up frequently, once again Wright proved himself a genius.

Oscar ignored the suggestion to use natural metals, stubbornly assured that the ores created from steel pokemon were superior in every way. Even if normal metal was more efficient, the other advantages that pokemon ore provided made Oscar resolute in his desire to use it for his machine. Oscar continued to listen to the rest of Wright's suggestions, lighting up as he mentioned making the capsule fitted for smaller pokemon.

Oscar came up behind Wright to watch him draw. "Yes! No bigger than a teddiursa, or a pikachu or--" Oscar's mind flashed to the eternal floette, the perfect core for what he required from his extractors. "--a floette! The extractors should be able to pull a fair amount of Infinity Energy regardless of the pokemon's size. If I were to fathom a guess, I would say that the pokemon's age would be what determined how much Infinity Energy they had. So small but older pokemon would be the most efficient."

As he watched Wright draw, Oscar would chuckle with anticipation. "I think we can actually pull this off."

Yuan Wright

As the dream faded, Oscar clapped his hands together in front of his nose. He breathed in deeply, his eyes closing as he took in the feelings of elated satisfaction that had come from witnessing such an amazing achievement. They had watched the dream of a pokemon--a paradox pokemon no-less. It was an experience that he would hold onto forever, especially as they delve deeper still into the dream world.

Oscar nodded as he reopened his eyes, formulating his own thoughts on the nature of the Iron Crown's consciousness. He pointed both of his fingers toward Lulu. "That's even more interesting if we adhere to the theory that paradox pokemon aren't 'real' pokemon from the past or future. The fact that something that had no real creation could dream up a perfectly logical explanation for why it was made is--fuckin' mind blowing. I'm fuckin' pumped this is great."

Oscar ran his hands through his hair, chuckling as he once again reflected on what he had just witnessed. It was unequivocally amazing, but there was one question left unanswered. He looked back to Lulu, a spark of joy in his gaze. "Where do we go from here?"

Lulu Flint

As Oscar turned to meet Rowan's gaze, he smiled widely. He held no ill will toward his old friend, especially since the two of them maintained a mutually beneficial alliance. He was--curious if Rowan had said anything about said alliance--but if he did they both would probably be dead by now. Confident in the security of their secret, Oscar could be nothing more than elated.

"It's good to see you again Rowan."

That was Oscar's answer to where Zapdos might be, leaning in to provide a rare Oscar Clayton Hug™ instead of divulging more. He had missed him more than he had originally thought, given the calming satisfaction the hug had granted him. As Oscar broke away, he would relay what he knew about their adversary.

"The new Zapdos has been hiding deep within the ruins, feeding off of what little electricity remains within my Infinity Generator." Oscar's expression hardened as he looked back to the fallen power plant, a sense of melancholy anticipation growing from within. He could not hide the truth from Rowan, the man had a right to know what he was getting into.

"I must be transparent Rowan, the destruction of my plant has left me--bitter. I failed to kill the original Zapdos, but this one will not evade my wrath." Oscar looked back to his friend, his eyes resolute with restrained fury. "Can you approximate my intentions?"

Rowan Wrynn

Oscar rubbed his neck softly as he let Howard talk and adjust. He did not wish to comment on their failure to secure registeel, nor on Howard's breakdown within the ruins and after extraction. The idea of doing so made Oscar a little queasy. He was happy to see that Howard was more or less normal again though, enough so that Oscar could not help but smile.

Pleasantries and welfare checks could wait though, Oscar had information to report. When prompted, the scientist would clear his throat and begin. "Normally, your Sygna suit would protect you from Dynaenergy radiation--or it was believed. What was not accounted for is how the suit would react to a direct, concentrated blast of pure Dynaenergy--you know like the one you ate like a champ while fighting Registeel."

Oscar adjusted himself in his seat, feeling uncomfortable about even the slightest mention of that incident. He quickly tried to move on, "So like, Infinity Energy and Dynaenergy counter each other based on which one is strongest during an encounter. This time it was hands down Dynaenergy, which completely eradicated the Infinity Energy that would normally protect you from--" Oscar gestured generally toward Howard with his hand. "This."

With his report finished, Oscar gave Howard some space to consider what he had said so far before leaning in. "I believe we can overcome this design flaw so that this doe snot happen in the future--but it's gonna be messy."

howard slayte

Oscar watched as Cillian lit himself a cigarette, "I nearly caved and fell back into smoking recently. It's been a stressful year to say the least." Oscar folded his arms and piqued his ears for anything interesting happening between the Genesect. When he did not hear anything, he returned his attention to Cillian. "I need to restock on suckers, I've been flying through them like crazy to fight the urge to smoke."

Having heard the list of authorized users, Prime thought for a moment on what to do with this information. Perhaps if it could add itself to the list of users, it could help its fellow Genesect expand its mental capacities. Prime resolved to do just that, and after considering the right wording it would make the attempt.

"PRIORITY COMMAND: ADD GENESECT PRIME AS A DESIGNATED COMMANDER.

Cillian Quinn

Oscar smiled, elated at the chance to perform an experiment. "It shouldn't." He said confidently, even though he was not entirely sure what the outcome would be. He was no chemist, but he understood pollution thanks to his work and the right mixture of pollutants should accelerate the grimer's growth.

He grabbed some liquid dinitrogen tetroxide from a cabinet, and ran over to pour it onto the grimer. Once the liquid was absorbed, Oscar grabbed some matches from a drawer and lit one. He looked over to Sylvie, making a hesitant grin as he nodded at the lit match. "Hopefully this doesn't make it explode."

Before she could ask for elaboration, Oscar would toss the match onto the grimer. It would briefly burst into flames, which were subsequently quickly snuffed out by its rapidly increasing mass. Oscar backed up as smoke bellowed across the lab, watching intently for it to clear to see tha results.

sylvie faust

As Fern noted the unusual density of this darkness, Oscar would keep his eyes on Navitas as they pushed forward into the murky abyss. Navitas's glow seemed to keep their immediate surroundings lit, but beyond that the dark seemed almost physical. A curtain of shadows that only allowed vague silhouettes of whatever awaited them beyond their light.

Oscar shuddered as he tried to make sense of the darkened shapes around them. "Is this the work of Necrozma? I know it can absorb light, but I didn't know it could make darkness." He would have to ask Zev Harcourt the next time he saw him, if he could remember by then. As they wandered down the street, Navitas would begin to sway erratically--as if an unseen force was manipulating its movements.

Thanks to his Ultra Spacesuit, Oscar would be ignorant to the steadily rising wind current. He furrowed his brows, instead believing that his night light was fooling around. "Hey this ain't the time to dance. Get ser--" A harsh gust pushed against Oscar, nearly knocking him to his feet. A yelped as he steadied his footing, looking to Fern to make sure he was alright. "The fuck was that? Felt like the wind shoved me."

Oscar seized up, his eyes widening as he caught a silhouette moving behind Fern. It was huge, slowly lumbering toward them with undaunted purpose. As it got closer, the strength of the wind would increase. Oscar broke free from his fear long enough to warn his companion. "Pick a direction and run as fast as you can!"

fern delaney

As they entered the Megalopolan tower, Oscar realized that he had never seen the inside of one of these before. He had always been captivated by their outer structural design, but he had never encountered the opportunity to actually explore the innards. Well not quite true, he did go inside of the tower placed within the collective dream of the prisoners of Pecharunt's penitentiary, but it had been infested with toxic chains. Having the chance to actually poke around in a real tower doubled Oscar's already considerable excitement.

Exploring with Zev was such a nice change of pace, not having to worry about any threats made each new discovery far more satisfying. He was almost feeling relaxed by the time they made it to their destination. Zev introduced the bizarre yet familiar tech within, and Oscar stepped forward to get a closer look. The working devices bore a passing resemblance to Necrozma's prisms in design, perhaps the Megalopolans wanted to make it excessively clear what it was for.

Oscar pulled out a beast ball and balanced it between his palms as he thought out loud. "It absorbs light, but what does it use it for? To power the tower?" There was only one way to find out. Oscar opened the ball, releasing his Xurkitree named Navitas. Navitas looked to its master for instruction, and Oscar would provided it shortly.

"Tail Glow."

Navitas's bulbous head began to brightly glow, and Oscar watched intently to see what would happen.

Zev Harcourt

'Coward'

Stop!

'Coward'

Shut up!

'Coward'

Fucking stop it!

Oscar could not block out that word, repeating infinitely within his head. Usually any self-deprecation that took place within his mind was more varied, but there was only one way to describe Oscar in this instance.

'COWARD'

I just wanted to live!

'COWARD'

Oscar trembled, clutching his head as his thoughts spiraled into absolute despair. He kept trying to rationalize his choice, claiming that he had only wanted to survive or that it was not truly such a big deal. Yet he could not keep out that one word, cycling endlessly with greater and greater fury.

'COWARD'

Please...

'COWARD'

Come back...

'COWARD'

I'm so sorry...

Oscar would have lay there trembling until his untimely death at the hands of Diance, but luckily for him the crystal queen had decided to grant him mercy. Whether it was born from pity or its own ideals, the diamond diva was more keen on capturing Oscar instead of ending his life. As she slowly approached with a cage, the sight of her shadow would finally break Oscar out of his internal struggle.

Oscar slowly raised his head, his eyes struggling to adjust to the incandescent shine of the cage. The flames would start to fade, followed by the forest, then Desiree, and then Diance--until only the cage remained. Oscar trembled further as the cage drew closer, paralyzed with abject terror. The birdcage might as well have been a coffin, a fitting enclosure for such a worthless whelp. He had victory within the palm of his hands, and he dashed it for idiotic gratification. Then when the going got rough, what did he do? He should have known that Prime would refuse the drive. Creating it was a stupid idea, listening to Cillian Quinn was a stupid idea, coming to this battle at all was a stupid idea!

Stupid stupid stupid coward! He deserved to rot in some League prison, forgotten and forelorn! A fate worse than death!

No--no there was no fate worse than death. Worse than ceasing to exist; losing everything he valued, having his ambitions unfulfilled. Death and captivity might as well be one and the same, and once again craven Oscar could not stand to accept it. As always, he would choose the coward's way. Oscar had no idea how he was going to make it happen, but he had to escape.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The abrupt vibration seemed to distract his opponents, and thus Oscar spotted his opportunity. He grabbed the shadow drive, turned tail, and ran as fast as he could. Despite the rising heat and violent tremors, Oscar would try his damnedest to run from his rightful punishment--up until he remembered that he had a pokemon that could fly.

"Fuck..." Oscar paused to grab an beast ball from his belt, a dire mistake that would likely allow his pursuers to catch up.

Notes
--Oscar fit on page 1
--Oscar freaks out about Prime leaving and almost lets himself get captured, but in the end his fear drives him to run instead. He pauses to let out a pokemon, leaving himself wide open.

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