Oscar tilted his head, an eyebrow raised as if the answer should be obvious. "Once I'm sure I can't save myself. As long as I continue treatment I should stave off death just long enough to find a cure. Maybe. I don't see a reason to step down before all hope is lost."

Oscar leaned in, "Unless you have something to offer in exchange."

FERNANDO SILPH

Now today was a day of triumph! Oscar could hardly believe it, the amazing efforts of Lulu Flint were actually going to bring Rocket to space! They were legit extending their reach to the stars above, fuck Oscar had goosebumps during the countdown. Yet he was not here just for Rocket, no he had his own desires for Meteno's bounty. The hidden resources of space were invaluable, and as he sought a more permanent departure from this world he would need all of space-rock he could stow away. Not just for profit, but for SCIENECE! 

To think though, Oscar almost missed the launch. He had spent the night before debriefing with declan walsh , and while time was of the essence they did not rush their exchange of data. Oscar would not regret this final meeting, as what was learned would put a spring in his step even as it came down to the wire. He obviously did not miss the launch, otherwise he would be somewhere else and not hurtling toward the atmosphere faster than the speed of light!

Yet even with their head start, the League would be hot on their trail. Sure they were behind, but there was no doubt that both factions would eventually reach their destined battleground! All they could do now was cull their numbers a bit. Oscar's distorted voice emanated from his helmet as he spoke into a one-way com. "Genesect, it's time for target practice." 

Latched onto the vessel Oscar had boarded by its claws was Genesect, the wind whipping across its black body. Using its imbedded claws as leverage, Genesect twisted around so that its cannon now aimed at the League coming up behind them. A great deal of them were about to regret not getting into a ship. Before they departed, Oscar had given Genesect two upgrades. The first was a Drive that turned its Techno Blast into a Steel type move. The other, was a fuckin' wireless speaker with 400 assorted songs downloaded!

Genesect's body began to vibrate, Oscar having pressed a button on his phone from within the ship. A classic rock song rang from Genesect's exoskeleton--just in time for it to greet the League. Genesect's cannon briefly charged before unleashing its signature Techno Blast in a sweeping motion across the League's forces. Having added additional force to the blast (Steel Worker, the attack was sure to get their enemies' blood pumping at the very least.


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tl;dr
--Oscar is in one of the vessels. Genesect is latched onto the outer shell of said vessel.
--Genesect's Techno Blast is STEEL type for this thread.
--Genesect fired a sweeping Techno Blast into the League's army, enhanced by its Steel Worker ability.
--Oscar's got tunes playing.

As Oscar was permitted to enter, he would first poke his head through Amor's office door. Amor looked--less than stellar. Oscar was so used to Mister Rose being near-angelic in appearance, to see him so disheveled made Oscar feel uneasy. "Hey there champ." Oscar said as he fully entered the office and shut the door behind him. "I brought goodies!"

As Amor relayed his troubles, Oscar placed the coffee and pastries on his counterpart's desk before taking a seat. He grabbed one of the coffees and sipped it gingerly, he had been dying for some caffeine. Amor questioned what brought Oscar here, and luckily the sly beast had an answer prepared.

"I know how you feel, it's been a hell of a year for me too. I got so caught up with my own problems that I neglected my friends, and now I'm here to check in on one of them. How fortuitous that it's at such a bleak moment." Oscar motioned to the provided refreshment, "Help yourself pal. Let the sugar sooth your soul. Then you can tell me what's ailing ya."

Amor Rose

Johanna's random fiddling would prove fruitful, as a coincidentally moved wire would strike life back into the generator. Without warning it would roar to life, bringing electricity to her immediate area. As with the last generator, a twist was added along with the sudden illumination. Machinery from a nearby warehouse would screech into motion, creating a loud racket that could be heard across the district.

Yet Genesect would be nowhere to be found, had it lagged behind? No such luck, it knew exactly where Johanna was--it just wanted to draw out the chase. Genesect was confident in its victory, and now observed Johanna from afar--hoping to finish her off at a more dramatic moment.

While Genesect was correct about the current odds, what it failed to consider is that its confidence could lead to mistakes. Johanna now had the room to possibly turn this whole thing around, she just needed a bit of luck.


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Johanna Joy : 1/2

3/4 Generators activated

--You know the drill, good luck!

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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Isaac Merlo: 1/3 
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...

Cillian Quinn

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!"

bryan delarosa Elisabeth Fiorelli

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