As his further preparations came to a close, Oscar took a look at his final subject. Now this was a little bullshit, whoever dropped off these black market rejects was pulling his leg. A fucking dragonite? In such great condition no less? Ugh, the idea of accidentally mummifying it made Oscar wince. What a waste of potential.

No no, not a waste. If it led to Oscar making progress on this project, no price was too high. Besides, if he succeeded in finding the sweet spot perhaps he could keep it. Through great effort Oscar would remove the heavy dragon from its cage and drag it into the machine. Once it was safely enclosed, Oscar would once again head to the control panel and begin recording his notes.

"Test number three of the Pokepod Prototype one point oh. Subject is a female dragonite, unfortunately very much average size. My back is already killing me. Anyway, I've calibrated the absorbers so they should ideally absorb less infinity energy overall. My hope is to find that middle ground, enough suction to keep the subject asleep while keeping them alive. Beginning experiment now."

As before Oscar flipped on the switch, causing the machine to roar to life. The dragonite awoke from its drug induced slumber, and Oscar very quickly turned the suction to level one before it could react to what was happening. Fitting, since Oscar would have no chance to react to what happened next.

The dragonite exploded, along with the machine. Before Oscar could blink he was thrown backward into the far wall, flinching as shards of the prototype went into every direction. As the moment died down, Oscar was left staring at the smoldering ruin of his hard work so far. The emergency fire system abruptly turning on to soak the room was the cherry on top.

Oscar glumly walked over to the control panel, which now had a dragonite skull smashed through it. He picked up his discarded tape recorder and gave a small update.

"Test results poor. Further development required. Will resume next week."

--End--

Oscar listened closely to Aurelie's concerns, though the smile on his face would indicate that he already had answers prepared for these very questions. Once it was his chance to speak, Oscar flourished his hands and chuckled. "Would you believe that having a human element is cheaper? I mean I have money but those assembly line machines are cash pits. Besides, the less other people involved with this the better. Too many eyes and mouths and I can't possibly keep them all shut, it's been a hassle in the past."

Oscar began to rub his hands, as it came time to talk about the material. This was the only thing that made him nervous about this deal, since what he desired to use could be considered--unconventional. Perhaps even macabre. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath and maintaining his seemingly care-free smile.

"As for the steel, I actually have something special in mind. I have in my possession far that is far lighter than conventional steel. The same kind of metal but far more maneuverable. The catch is--well it can only be found one way." There was a pause as Oscar pushed through his hesitation and revealed the catch of this task.

"Steel pokemon, you see. Thanks to Rocket's efforts to recreate the artificial pokemon Genesect, I have come into possession of a sizable stock of deceased steel types. It might sound grotesque, but if they are melted down their metallic skin would be the perfect material for these casings. It's a delicate process, yet another reason I prefer a human's touch. A professional human's touch at that."

Oscar waited to hear what Aurelie had to say. That was probably quite a bombshell, so he would give her all the time she needed to process this new information.

Aurelie Lefevre

As Mars approached, Oscar's face brightened with enthusiasm. He waved eagerly, only to suddenly flinch as something brushed across his leg. Oscar looked down to find Dollar the persian showing him affection, a development that left Oscar confused. He never thought the cat would like anyone besides Mars, it was downright darling to be acknowledge by this fickle feline monarch. Oscar smiled, holding his hand out so that the persian may rub themselves against it if they wished. He would never force pets upon a shadow pokemon--though now that he thought of that had Dollar's head-jewel changed color? Must have been his imagination...

Oscar looked to Mars to answer his inquiry, the rocket beast's eyes beaming with mischief. "You know me Mars, I'm always down for a solid picnic. And with a celebrity no less." Oscar raised a finger to his chin, "Today's a good day for it too, I heard a particular bird was visiting the forest today. I brought binoculars and everything--I hope we can spot it." Oscar gave Mars a knowing smile, just in time for their guest of honor to appear.

Oscar jumped a tad as he was addressed, having not noticed KLAUS CARTIER's approach. His surprise quickly shifted into joy as he grinned and opened his arms to greet the pop star. "Well hey there champ! Glad you could make it." Oscar placed his hands on his hips, downright giddy just to be here. "Shit it's good to meet you. I'm a big fan of yours, I think. I really enjoy the tune of um--fuck Mars what's the one with the--you know doo doo Doo Da doo doo?"

Oscar should have listened to more songs before this meeting. 

Oscar tapped his forehead at the mention of Mars, "Silly me, this is Mars by the way. He's really looking forward to this picnic. Speaking of, shall we head in?"

Genesect Found its Prey

The cybernetic huntsman came upon the trio as they split up, forcing it to make a choice on who to pursue. After a split-second's consideration, it went after what it considered to be the easiest target in this scenario. The target was the easiest to track, seeing as they stayed within sight the longest as they ran into a nearby warehouse. Even without that fact though, Genesect's sensors blared every time this target came into view. He reeked of shadows.

Genesect flew to the warehouse, smashing through a window as it unfolded into its combat form. With its target out in the open, aiming its cannon to fire a jolting Electrictroweb at Cillian Quinn. Despite being sovereign of the shadows, Genesect's programing had never compelled it to hunt Gavin. Yet in its continuing emotional growth, Genesect would feel great satisfaction in bringing this king to his knees.

Gavin has been captured

Grabbing the Electronet, Genesect would re-fold into its hover form to deliver Gavin to Oscar.

--1/4 Generators Activated
--1/3 Participants Eliminated

--With Genesect's departure with Gavin, the strikes for Johanna Joy and @bishop have been reset. Genesect will not roll, but you two must still roll to determine your progress toward reaching the next generator. Genesect will resume its hunt in my next post.

Success!!!

The trio, using every skill and improvised tool at their disposal, manage to get the first generator running. All it took was clearing out some debris by the deft hands of @bishop and his trusty stick. Congratulations were in order, one out of four generators had been restored. Just as Oscar said, the power in the area around the generator would spring back to life, banishing the increasingly oppressive darkness with a flood of light!

Light that Genesect saw all too clearly. 

It knew exactly where they were now, due South. From their position the trio would hear an immense sonic boom echoing through the streets. Genesect had just used Flame Charge, and was now flying faster than a bullet to their location. Windows shattered as it passed. Debris was set aflame and flung in every direction. Genesect was making it as clear as possible that they were fucked.

That is, if they did not flee. Genesect would be there within moments; the trio would have a very small window to run and hide. Would they be able to make use of it?


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Cillian Quinn : 1/2
@bishop : 1/2
Johanna Joy : 1/2

--You know the drill.

Oscar did not remember entering any sort of 'contest', so when he received an email claiming that he had won a 'Pop Picnic Party' with pop idol KLAUS CARTIER he was--confused. Who was this? Why was his name familiar? Oscar looked up his music and it was not really his thing, so why would he enter a contest to meet him? Was this a prank? Where did he see his name before? GMH never reached out to him--which means there was only one way he could have encountered this name.

Oscar looked him up in Rocket's recruit database and sure enough he had a file. It must have crossed over his desk at some point, Oscar often reviews the files of new recruits to try and keep track of skillsets he could use. Well maybe he could make a profit off this misadventure. A hypothetical profit, Oscar saw no value in the music industry. For now...

He was allowed a plus one, and Oscar could not think of anyone better to invite then his favorite picnic partner: Martín del Mar. Their last picnic had been such a success, certainly they could make this one even better. Oscar got to set the meeting place, and after doing some digging he found a wonderful little opportunity in Petalburg Woods. Seems there was a--rare bird hiding out in the woods. This would be a fine opportunity to get a peek. 

With Mars in the know and plans set, Oscar arrived at the entrance of the woods bright and early to await his 'pop prince'.                                         

Claiming the Evolution Pack o/

Before I found Hoenn I thought I was done with rp. Thanks for keeping my favorite hobby alive! Here's to another four years!

Oscar shot some finger guns at Mint as he addressed him. "Never better!" It was very nice of Mint to be so concerned about Oscar's help, though Oscar was starting to think part of him was disappointed he did not die. Joke's on him, so was Oscar! The stranger sitting across from him seemed rather keen on getting to know everyone in relation to SPECTRA, which Oscar was more than willing to indulge. 

"I was invited by Remiel. Probably because Avatars piss me off and I've been dying to find a way to counter them. We won't get jack shit done without having a way to fight back against the League's army of demi-gods." Oscar folded his arms, his eyebrows raised with a spark of mischief. "My curiosity is killing me, why would Remiel share details about SPECTRA with you? You wouldn't happen to be a friend of the organization, would you?"

Oscar was not aware of any Rocket activities within Unova, though he did not doubt it if they were able to make it over there.

Habit, or addiction? Now that he was healthy, Oscar was becoming increasingly paranoid about his remaining symptoms. Whenever the black veins would manifest, he would go into a panic as he recalled just how close to death this sickness had brought him. He could not go back to that, there had to be a way to rid himself of this parasite for good! Until then, he had Bryan.

Oscar was thankful that Bryan had shared where to find him, though he was beginning to feel worried about their arrangement. Oscar was ready to do anything for Bryan to repay him for this kindness, but would Bryan actually take him up on that offer? Oscar hoped so, he did not like the idea of using Bryan as some sort of prescription treatment. He wanted to prove how grateful he was, but how could he until he is given the chance?

These thoughts plagued Oscar as he entered the facility, black veins once again engulfing his complexion. As he came upon Bryan alone, looking upon what was left of the Tree of Life. Oscar truly felt bad for Bryan's loss, he knew this tree meant the world to him. Oscar gingerly stepped forward, attempting to greet his troubled cohort. 

"Heeeey Bryan, sorry I let myself in. How are you feeling?"

bryan delarosa

Oscar raised an eyebrow, leaning his elbows on the table and clasping his fingers together. "A base huh? Intriguing. I was gonna make it into a water park but this is a way better idea." Oscar leaned in slightly, "I've been saying we need a new secluded base. Somewhere the league does not know about. It can't be connected to GMH though, it had to look like a hostile take over or something similar."

Oscar leaned back, cracking his fingers as he contemplated this idea. He had been hoping to use that space for something useful, this seemed as good a cause as any. The beast grinned, "I'm onboard, but that was a given. If you need any funding for the project I'll contribute what I can. Though there is that one thing. GMH scouts reported some weird biological anomalies near the ruins, are you prepared to take on--whatever that's supposed to be?"

Oscar had not thought anything of it, but now that the possibility to take the facility back from nature was on the table--they should probably think about the nature that had the ruins in its clutches...

Rowan Wrynn