Oscar slid into Lechonk's fashionably late--or perhaps on time? He assumed he would be the last one there given his commute from Mauville, but as he approached their reserved table he found it to be less crowded than expected. Fine by him, he always hated being tardy to a party.

Oscar opened his arms in greeting, approaching his comrades with a nonchalant swagger and spring in his heel. "Well ain't this beautiful!? How's it going friends? Sorry I'm late, it's a fuckin' hassle getting over here."

Oscar took a seat, positioning himself to face his fellow Rockets for easy conversational eye contact. He greeted each with a cheerful nod as he removed his suit jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. He did not recognize two of the people in attendance, but he looked upon them warmly nevertheless. As Oscar settled in he would clap his together, "How is everyone, have I missed anything?"

@s.P.E.C.T.R.A.

Oscar checked his watch for the fifth time in ten minutes. He was clearly a little anxious, tapping his fingers on the circular table he sat at when they were not busy fidgeting with his outfit. He kept trying to adjust his suit jacket, straighten his tie, center his mask; he was a ball of nerves. It was probably best that he got his jitters out now, once the meeting began he would have no room to display weakness. 

It did not help that this room was so dim though. The warehouse he chose to hold this get-together in could not be more perfect; this abandoned relic of a previous age in Mauville was a thematically poignant backdrop to Oscar's plan. But damn it all why were the lights so dim? He swears he had all of the bulbs replaced specifically to avoid this, he could barely see the uniformed Rocket goons he had planted in the corners of the room. If he could not see them, would his guests be able to? Why were they there if they could not even be seen!?

Oscar huffed, he was letting himself get riled up over nothing. His guests would arrive soon, he needed to center himself if he was going to pull this off. Oscar addressed his companion for the evening, Martín del Mar . The underboss had very kindly agreed to aid Oscar in his scheme, though Oscar's nerves made him a less than affable cohost. 

"How's my outfit look? Does the mask work, I took forever picking it out. Maybe we should reschedule-no! That's stupid! Ugh I'm no good at negotiations."

As Mars agreed with his suggestion, Oscar would give their lost pal a manic grin. "Well friend, I hope you're hungry!" Oscar raised his cane, wielding it like a golf club. The man shook his head, looking increasingly desperate. If he had just stayed with his Rocket friends, he surely would have never gotten lost to begin with. Oh well, maybe in the next life...

WHAP

"...Opps."

Oscar swung too hard, his cane finished the job instantaneously. It was a gruesome sight, hardly appropriate for an afternoon outing. It was probably for the best, as much as he detested this lost lad Oscar was not one for sadism. With a bit of struggle, Oscar dislodged his cane and wiped it off on the heel of his boot. "I didn't know my own strength, sorry about that.

Oscar held his cane properly, looking to Mars's persian. At least someone would get to have a nice meal. Hm, speaking of. Oscar tilted his head, "You wanna get some brunch? I know a place in Foretree that has divine mimosas."

Martín del Mar 

The end of the world--no, the multiverse?

...there was a multiverse?

Oscar suddenly had a headache, if he had known that today would be so existentially complicated he would have stayed home. I mean, they could not possibly be serious right? Who would buy all this conspiracy theory crap? Certainly not Oscar, but then again this place was pretty fucked up. Limb stealing clones, complex data simulations, whoever this fucker was they had a ton of resources at their disposal. Maybe just enough to find a way to confirm these wild theories of his.

Three more paths opened before them, and Oscar was about to ask Lulu Flint which path they should take. However he would not get the chance, as the third scan slid by undetected all hell would break loose within the HUB. Lulu became caught up with a brawl between several opportunistic League members, among them being Fernando and Matias Silph and good ol' Katherine. Oscar's face scrunched as he suddenly found himself at an impasse. He wanted to help the Rockets they were assaulting, but he for sure did not want to draw attention to himself if they were going scorched earth. What was he going to do? Probably walk away, no one would blame him for picking self preservation in this environment. 

No...no he had to help. How could he call himself loyal if he refused, he simply had to intervene.

Now most in attendance lost meaningful parts of themselves to the scan, creating dramatic interactions and allowing for insight into the true nature of their personalities. As Oscar tried to step forward, he would discover what was stolen from him to be much more--stupid.

Oscar forgot how to walk.

His legs buckled, causing him to fall forward onto his face. He pulled himself up, finding that he could stand fine but if he tried to step forward his legs would just lose control. Four times he tried to take a simple step forward, and four times he would fall to the ground in an increasingly distressed heap. "Fuck--FUCK---ACH NO WHY!?" Oscar became distraught, the most basic of human functions had abandoned him! Eventually he realized he was not going to get anywhere on his own, so he pulled out a pokeball and released some backup.

What emerged was a pokemon of unbridled power. Abner the Urshifu blinked at the light of this mysterious dataspace, his eyes drawn immediately to the brawl taking place nearby. As he beheld the violence, his maw contorted into a manic grin. At long last he was called upon for battle, he had waited so long to test his strength against proper opponents. This shall be a truly savage clash! 

Before he could jump into he fray however, Abner felt a tug on his leg fur. He looked behind him and was baffled to see Oscar laying on the ground! Oscar pulled on Abner's fur to bring himself upward, his tone desperate as he beseeched his legendary bear. "Abner! Abner please you gotta--you gotta carry me! You gotta carry me Abner! I can't walk man, I can't walk! My legs are like jelly man! Hold me Abner! You gotta--you gotta hold me!" Abner's face drooped, his expression more than a little unamused. Rolling his eyes, the mighty warrior reluctantly scooped up his master and held in in his arms. Like a fuckin' child.

Oscar sighed with relief, "You're the best Abner. Okay ummm--forward! Down the middle? Yeah Terminal 5!" That's where some of his comrades went, right? It would probably be a good idea to make sure no more random attacks took place. Abner growled lowly, stopping forward toward the Present Terminal. He looked longingly toward the freaky bitch in the jellyfish battle-suit, wishing desperately to at least punch it a few times. Alas, his duty was to be a glorified transport. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

tl;dr
--Oscar forgot how to walk.
--Oscar's Urshifu is carrying him in its arms, like a bag of potatoes.
--Oscar is heading toward the Present terminal.

Bryan approached, just as baffled as Oscar was when he had made the discovery in his bathroom mirror. Oscar shrugged to answer Bryan's inquiry. "You got me. I thought it was gone too, I mean I've felt great up until now. I mean, I still feel fine--but look at me! I look like I just got hugged by a Nihilego! This has to have something to do with the disease, I'm drawing blanks on what else it could be."

Oscar had not been doing anything particularly dangerous, so for his body to react like this it had to be the influence of the Endless. Oscar rubbed one of his arms, seeming a tad sheepish as he spoke again.

"I know I already owe you a shit-ton but like, do you think Xerneas would be able to tell what's wrong with me? Is that even in his wheelhouse? I just want to understand this before it gets worse."

bryan delarosa

Death by bees, what a terrible irony. This is what Oscar gets for wanting to have a hobby, lord forbid he fucking enjoy himself for once. Oscar swung wildly with his shovel, smashing away any of the bugs that got too close for comfort. "Stick to my back!" He shouted over the buzzing, "We gotta get moving or we're fucked!" 

Oscar began inching his way toward the farm house, smashing and bashing through the ravenous bees. Vespiqueen, combee, beedrill, all fell to the might of their shovel. Well more so flew off with a minor wound that they would very quickly recover from before making another attempt to kill the duo. No matter how persistent their assailants were however, Oscar would not give in. 

If Skyler kept close by, the two of them would make steady progress toward the farm house. All they needed to do was KEEP SWINGING! DO NOT GIVE THEM SPACE TO BREATHE! BASH THOSE BEES YOU TWO! BASH THEM GOOD! In time they would make it to the front porch, at which point Oscar would shout, "Cover me while I unlock the door!"

He put his faith in Skyler, running up the porch steps and pulling out his keys. After a bit of fiddling, Oscar firmly clasped the house key and unlocked the door. He opened it wide for Skyler, "Run Skyler now! Get in get in get in get in get in!" They had to move quick, lest their bee attackers follow them inside.

Far outside of the battlefield, something massive watched from the shadows. Its low buzz could be heard all the way from the farmhouse, melding with the other buzzing sounds. It was waiting for something--but what?

skyler dross

Baba Yaga's would-be victim seemed rattled, causing Oscar to grimace. This could take more than just some free berries to sweep under the rug. Oscar sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Um--yeah Baba's mine. I kinda trained him to be my garden guard. Pure killer instinct, distinct lack of empathy, and an unshakable sense of loyalty. Makes for the perfect watch...owl. He's not supposed to attack humans though, you must have really pissed him off."

Oscar looked past the stranger to the tree, thanks to Baba Yaga it was in pristine condition. Just his luck that this rando got in the way then, how was Oscar going to keep him quiet. Oscar's mind first went to money, but then again this guy could be a thief--so perhaps he had more negotiation power than he thought.

Oscar decided to play toward that, shrugging before folding his arms. "Alright here's my deal. I'll let you get outta here with some berries, no questions asked. You don't talk about nearly getting ripped apart by a bird, I won't say nothing about you intruding on private property, we all go back to our lives happy. Sound good?"

Oscar put his hand out to seal the deal with a shake, should the stranger accept.

CASPIAN LEVESQUE

Oscar grinned as Isaac spun his tale. The kid was a natural, it was reassuring that he knew how to play along without instruction. Some grunts would not know the meaning of subtlety if it had bashed them in the face. Oscar turned toward the complex's parking lot--it was time for everything to fall into place. 

The leader of the Claunchers caught the sight of a large group heading his way. They moved effortlessly among the oblivious crowd, marching with purpose toward their waiting rival. It was a mob of Duskull gang members, their own leader taking point as they approached the Clauncer boss. They were all armed, which immediately sent the Clauncher boss into a panic. Before he could run however, members of his own gang would appear to defend their leader. The Duskulls ceased their march, this was no longer an easy mark. The two groups were equal in number, and things could get ugly fast if they were to start fighting. 

And then Isaac stepped in.

The blizzard took the entire crowd by surprise, cutting them off from the GMH tables. Their confusion was short-lived, quickly replaced by a bizarre rage thanks to the falling Rage Powder. The final nail in the coffin came from the very clever strike at the Clauncher's leader. He went down instantly, and the gangs leapt eagerly into battle.

Their brawl was ruthless, quickly taking up the entire parking lot. The other members of the crowd, innocent bystanders with no stake in this fight, were quickly drawn to partake in the violence thanks to the rage powder. Soon blood would cover the pavement, and those outside of the blizzard would begin to panic as the sounds of battle echoed through the streets. 

Oscar gave some orders, sounding assertive as he instructed his GMH lackeys to break through the blizzard. It was all apart of the performance, the workers knew not to interfere--just to make the semblance of an effort. This seemingly open act of aggression would very well be enough to assure the city council of the legitimacy of Oscar's crusade against crime. However, Oscar felt this debacle needed something--a little extra. Something that would really strike fear into the public and elevate Mauville's crime problem to an all-out crisis. He looked to his watch and smiled--"Three, two, one..."

The voltorb within Tyler Crespin's apartment stared at a clock on his wall. When the correct time came, it performed its given task. It Exploded. The blast dissipated the apartment and several apartments around it. More importantly, it blew out one of the walls facing toward the parking lot. Fire and debris shot through the blizzard, engulfing the brawlers and sending several people flying into the air. The complex began to creak, leaning ever so slightly as its structural integrity was compromised. The GMH workers sprang into action, loading up bystanders into their vans to safely transport them away before the building could collapse. The back of Oscar's private van flung open, and the beast would casually walk toward it. "Come along Isaac, we're done here."

@isaac

Oscar blinked; it had not occurred to him that this was all bought using the money he provided. He smiled contently, it almost felt like one of those 'treat yourself' deals. Could he fit a fountain in his main office? Considering it was in a power plant, that might be a major hazard. Eh, he'll workshop it.

Oscar was pulled away from his imagination as Lulu filled his glass. He gladly raised it along with her, tapping his glass onto hers before taking a generous gulp. He shall need the boost for the discussions to come. Oscar helped himself to topping off his beverage before pulling out his cell phone. He spent a bit of time fiddling, the pictures he wish to share were hidden in a password protected folder. As he pulled them up he would attempt to fill the silence, "If I had known there was gonna be some badass screens I would have transferred these to a usb drive. Oh well, have a look. Just swipe right to change pictures."

Oscar passed his phone over to Lulu, and allowed her some time to observe the pictures. Taken from Genesect's visor camera, they were wide shots of what seemed to be a barren island landscape covered in Megalopolan technology. The first picture displayed countless tanks attached to the ground of various sizes, each one containing a sleeping pokemon. Large black cords connected to the base of the tanks, carrying blue light outward toward an unseen destination. The second picture was a far off shot of a massive tower, which emitted a blinding light in every direction. The cords from before seem to lead toward the tower's base. The third and final picture was a zoomed in shot of the tower, showing the Megalopolans monitoring the tower from the outside. Eventually Oscar would begin to explain.

"Last winter I went on a little interdimensional vacation thanks to a certain festive gift giver. It was a parallel Hoenn where the Megalopolans had succeeded in their planned invasion. After returning with these photos I hit up our friends Velmos and Contillard to fill in the gaps on what this structure was. It's called a Megalo Tower, pretty much a giant infinity energy generator that they use to power their cities. Well, a bit more than that. Fucking thing is an artificial sun, warming and illuminating a world with no light. A power source more powerful than anything we have at our disposal. This fuckin' thing makes the Infinity Generators look like damn potato clocks!"

Oscar took a sip of his drink, he was getting excited now. Talking about marvels of engineering and possibilities for the future always got him riled up. "That's not all though, recognize these pods? They look like the device that Walsh has, y'know the one powered by that immortal Floette!? I'll admit that the Megalo Towers are a bit of a far off dream, but these pods--they're at our finger tips. Imagine harnessing infinity energy from the source, pure lifeforce that could power anything from buildings to cars--and all it would cost is a few fodder pokemon. No more mining for Mega-stones, just strap in a zigzagoon and get months worth of energy. This right here is the next step, if you ask me."

Oscar forced himself to pause, allowing space for Lulu to respond.

Lulu Flint

Oscar should have jumped onto Robbie when he had the chance, but alas he actually remained on the ground. Perhaps if he did take flight he would have been able to avoid the surge of electricity that came his way. Oscar yelped, hopping to the side. He thought he dodged the strike successfully, after all he felt no impact or pain. He chuckled to himself as he readjusted his footing, "I guess I'm more agile than I-HOLY FUCK AHH!!!" 

Oscar made the mistake of shifting his view to his left, his voice turning shrill as he screeched with panic. His left arm was gone, it had completely disappeared up to the shoulder. It made Oscar sick to his stomach, and soon enough he would find himself fainting from distress. As the Xurkitree was vanquished, Robbie looked to his master for praise--only to find that he was out cold. Robbie gasped, flying toward Oscar to assist him. Unfortunately he would not get the chance, Robbie's pokeball acted on its own volition and withdrew the frantic dragon before he could be helpful. 

Oscar himself was pulled away by the shifting data, pulled with his fellow trainers underground. He awoke during his journey, just in time to view the sea of copies laying dormant beneath them. Right before he reemerged, he would indeed get a glimpse of someone that looked exactly like him--only he bore a solid left arm. Oscar grimaced, "Mother fu--"

He was abruptly pulled back to the main terminal, abruptly kicking the wind out of him and splaying him flat onto the floor. Oscar got up quickly, rubbing the empty space where his arm used to be. He already missed it. He quickly looked through the swarm of faces for someone familiar, his eyes resting on the nearby Lulu Flint. He jogged up to Lulu's side, greeting her despite her occupied state. "Hey...I lost my arm. This place sucks."

tl;dr
--Oscar lost his arm!
--Oscar is gonna stay near Lulu.

Oscar followed Felix into the vent, feeling rather snug even with his slender frame. He slid along well enough, trying his best not to chuckle as Felix struggled to move ahead. Darn vents were not made for human occupation, especially those with his physique. They proceeded unimpeded though, eventually making their way to their exit--and first bodyguard.

It was no trouble luckily, Felix's Dragapult effortlessly slid out and took down the guard. With the guard out of the way, the group would be able to proceed forward to the exit vent on the other side of this floor. It should pop them out right by the stairwell where they could sneak down to grab the tape. Unfortunately, Oscar and his tools were at the very back of the procession, so it was up to Emma to open the vent. 

Emma's legs were as tough as knives, so it was not overly challenging to invisibly unscrew the vent. As the vent came loose, gravity would take hold and the vent would drop. Luckily Emma had unmatched reaction time, and managed to catch the vent with her webbing before it hit the ground. She lowered it gently, peeking her head out to see if any cameras were looking their way.

She nearly fell to the ground when she found one, though thankfully it was currently pointed away from their position. Emma gracefully dropped to the ground, crawling forward as the camera began to turn. Before it could catch a glimpse of them, Emma's Toxic Thread would wrap up the camera lens. With that crisis averted, Emma crawled to the door of the stairwell. Felix might catch a glimpse of her invisible form opening the door with some maneuvering with her webbing as he exited the vent. 

Emma slid into the stairwell, immediately webbing up an orb-like camera over the stairs leading downward. She would continue down stairs and web up the camera hanging over the entrance to the next floor. Their way down was clear.

Felix Gallagher

With his key in hand, Oscar giggled like a schoolboy on Christmas morning as he stepped forward to unlock his new office. He loved gifts, especially when he did not expect them! Did this count as a gift? It seemed like a gift, she was under no obligation to make an office for Oscar. Yet she did anyway, and Oscar was simply giddy to be thought of.

Oscar opened the door, the motion lights reacting immediately and turning on. The office was dim, but in a cozy way. As Oscar's eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, he would whistle loudly. "Ho-ly shit, I don't deserve this.

It was a beautiful working space, with a fun enigmatic feel and calm atmosphere. Oscar hobbled forward, his eyes fixating on the fountain. "How the fuck did you make this happen? This is awesome!" He hobbled to the other side of his desk, where an unopened bottle of Champaign and two glasses patiently waited to be used. He sat with a huff into his chair, sighing with relief as his legs got some rest. He kicked off his desk, spinning around and stopping himself in front of his office's--window?

Oscar tilted his head, "This isn't Sootopolis's skyline." Oscar rolled forward, knocking on the glass. The image bent to his touch, as if he were touching a plasma screen tv--because he was. Oscar grasped his head, "WWWWHAT!? That's fucking cool! Can I change the image?" Oscar turned toward his desk, fiddling with the pc that sat upon it.

As his pc booted, Oscar caught sight of the bottle and glasses once more. He motioned to one of the two chairs sitting in front of his desk, getting up to hobble his way toward the other one. "Yo take a seat and open the bottle. We have a lotta cool shit to talk about."

Lulu Flint

Oscar arrived fashionably late, dressed to impress as he entered the destined meeting place. It was a pleasant surprise to be invited out by Rowan Wrynn, and Oscar could not help but ooze with curiosity at what he wished to discuss. The hostess welcomed Oscar warmly, "Happy birthday Mister Clayton." Ah, so it was that kind of meeting eh? Oscar smirked as the hostess grabbed a menu and lead Oscar to the backroom where Rowan sat.

As Oscar stepped into the room, he opened his arms in welcome. "Rowan! It's been a while." He took a seat across from his fellow beast, opening the menu as it was handed to him. When the hostess left, Oscar would talk as he pretended to review the items. "It's nice to get out of the office. Been working like a bitch ever since Bill Anderson's fiasco. You know the one..." 

He put the menu down, finally raising his eyes to meet Rowan's. "And what have you been up to?"