It was time to make a choice! Genesect was stomping toward them, easily able to track the three through their tracks and panicked discussion. With Genesect's red eyes now piercing through the fog right at them, what will the trio decide?

Whatever it was--it had to be NOW!


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mint frost : 1/3
BARNABY FINCH : 1/3

--You guys know the drill, genesect is approaching fast so it is time to make evasive maneuvers! 

Oscar sighed as he rubbed his lower jaw, attempting to jumpstart some sort of revelation. Usually he would need some coffee and a shit-ton of lollipops but he would have to make do with forcing it. It took a few seconds of silence, but Oscar would soon begin to talk out his thoughts.

"Genesect was tamed using conditioning. Genesect is a machine, most of its thoughts are programmed into it. However, part of it is still a living creature--and that part can learn naturally. I would reward it for desirable behavior with activities it enjoyed: target practice, body waxing, paint jobs, more screen time, etcetera. For undesirable behavior, I would threaten it with a shut down. Genesect is terrified of being shut down; I have only been able to do so by earning its trust. It would fight back against a manual shut down from the start, so I would force it when I wished by refusing to charge its energy. This caused it to be more--receptive of my training."

Oscar began to rub his chin feverishly, his eyes darting from side to side. He was in the zone. "That worked for unprogrammed behaviors, but programmed behaviors need to be--well reprogrammed. This should just mean a software update, but the software Cadis implemented is hyper-encrypted. Its impenetrable by design. This was likely done so that the League could never reverse engineer it if it were captured--but it has come to bite us in the ass. It would take far too long to break its programming, and time is not on our side. But--if we can add a surface level interaction--one that does not change a behavior but reacts to it--perhaps we could force change!"

Oscar clapped his hands together, "Like an electric shock! If Genesect received a shock or some other stimuli every time it targeted a shadow pokemon or ultra beast, it could reset its so called 'thought process' and maybe allow it to correct itself. Are you keeping up so far, I get kinda incoherent when I'm KILLING IT!"

Oscar pumped his fists, he felt pretty good about what he came up with so far...

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Oscar was an engineer, not a scientist. However, anyone who knew him would know that his lack of empirical knowledge did not stop him from practicing science. One might describe it more akin to 'mad science', and to that Oscar would scoff in their face. Was it mad to chase the horizon of the known world!? Was it mad to test the limits of rationality to create a better tomorrow!? 

Probably not, at least not to Oscar. While his compatriots may have their anxieties about today's historic experiment, Oscar was all smiles and giddy gleams. A lot of work went into this little number, and if it paid off it was gonna be a HUGE payday for all of Rocket! Though it could also blow them and everything within a hundred mile radius to kingdom come, but Oscar was already dying so he did not sweat that too much.

What was once a warehouse was today home to a massive Infinity Generator. Usually these babies had more room to sprawl the machinery, but Oscar had to make use of every inch of this limited space--resulting in the jungle of pipes, wires, and tubing that surrounded the generator proper.

Oscar was making some last minute tweaks to the generator's main body when his companions for this experiment arrived. He was not familiar with Elisabeth Fiorelli's line of work, but had he been informed earlier he probably would have paid her a visit at some point to seek answers about his ailment. With the help of Bryan however, that would not presently be necessary.

As she asked about the mulch, Oscar would respond while performing his maintenance, "I haven't! I've heard stories though, brings shit back from the dead. Wish there was more, I have a Buzzwole head that is begging to be planted." A few clangs came from the hatch Oscar was digging through, and before long he would pull himself out and slam the hatch shut.

"We are good to go! Ready when you guys are!"

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A firm handshake sealed the deal, and Oscar was grinning ear-to-ear when he pulled away. "Marvelous! This is history in the making, I can feel it!" With a tap of his finger, everything Aurelie would need to locate him tomorrow would be sent to her. Oscar let out a deep sigh of relief, as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. With a wiggle of his fingers he would grab one last snack before heading toward the door.

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow! Just pack the necessities, I'll have equipment waiting for you in Sootopolis. I look forward to our partnership, and the fruit it shall bear!" Oscar bowed slightly before opening the door and departing. He still had a great deal to prepare before he left in the morning.

When the morning came though, Aurelie would be able to locate Oscar's helicopter on the rooftop of the Lilycove Hotel. As she approached, a man wearing a suit would open the door to allow her to board. Whenever she did so, she would find Oscar waiting with a cup of coffee in his hand. "I'm glad you didn't ditch me!" He exclaimed as he offered the coffee to her. 

Moments later, the helicopter would be up in the air and heading toward Sootopolis. Oscar snapped his fingers, and the man in the suit now sitting next to him would pull out some papers from a compartment under his seat. Oscar pulled a pen from his coat pocket and pointed it toward the blacksmith as his suited assistant handed her the papers. 

"Sorry for this whirlwind treatment, the trip won't be as long as it seems. The contract has everything we've agreed upon, feel free to look it over if you wish.

Aurelie Lefevre

Bryan had a lot of questions, and they were all valid. Oscar of course had answers prepared, though it may seem otherwise as he silently turned in a circle with his hands held outward. 

"Yes we'll need to empty this place out--but I should be able to make the generator fit!" Oscar blinked, remembering that he had answers to provide. "Oh shit right um--well the generators are powered by Mega-stones. More accurately, the generator breaks them open and cycles the Infinity Energy through a power grid. With some slight adjustments we should be able to replace the Mega-Stone with the blue mulch to create a similar effect. Generators are massive though, so yeah we'll need this entire space."

Oscar took out his cellphone and began dialing the number of Martín del Mar. "Leave it to me Bryan, this is a failproof plan! Yeah hello Mars? I need you to do me a HUGE favor..."

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"Happy Birthday..."

"Thanks but it's not my birthday." Oscar said flatly. A second later he would slowly turn toward his rotom, shaking slightly as the realization of what just occurred sank in. Oscar attempted to communicate this to his companions, though his sudden fear made it difficult. "G-g-g-g-g-GHOST TALK! KITCHEN!" Oscar withdrew Rotom, as he did not wish to hear the ghost speak again. 

Well it would seem that the Sootopolis invasion ruined a birthday party, unfortunate but surely it was not that bad----right? Oscar decided that it may be worth trying another test, to at least rule out some of the ghost choices. He pulled out a pokeball and released a Plusle. The Plusle looked to Oscar for instruction, but he rather it stay out of trouble. He picked it up and perched it onto his shoulder. "Just sit tight while I keep searching." 

With his Plusle 'equipped' Oscar began opening the various drawers and cabinets in the kitchen. Plusle would pulse occasionally, its Plus ability searching for a counterpart to connect with.


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--Oscar continues searching through the kitchen, now with Plusle.

Oscar smiled slightly, amused over the idea of caring about anyone outside of Rocket. GMH's charitable pursuits were just a means to an end--yet he supposed to at least pretend to be invested in the welfare of the general public. If not just to avoid further scrutiny from Fernando.

Oscar smile twitched, as if he were forcing it to stay up. "You're not getting into my will without a ring Fernando. If you want to complete your Devon playset you'll just have to make an offer."

Oscar looked up briefly, wondering if it was time to play one of his cards. Might as well, hanging onto it for too long would only cause complications within this conversation.

"I--apologize for my lack of foresight. I've been in a selfish mindset as of late. Too busy staying in the present, I haven't stopped to think about the future. You're right though, I should begin considering my options now. You see Mister Silph, I'm dying." Oscar's reveal was as casual as any other small talk, and he would let it hang in the air as he took a sip of water.

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