The monster fled, and Oscar scowled. The unexpected spicy kick of the mustard in his hand-sandwich intensified his emotions, amplifying annoyance into frustration. He observed the wounded and the bizarre occurrences around him, shaking his head as he finished the last of his snack. "It's almost as if worshiping things you don't understand is a bad idea." Oscar said, wiping his hands together to discard wayward crumbs. "If anyone's to blame for this mess it's the fanatics that have to poke and prod through everything instead of just singing songs like everyone else." Oscar gave Bill Anderson a glance as he said this. He wasn't blaming him directly, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the good father had more to do with this then he was letting on. Whatever, not like Oscar cared that much anyway. 

As people began to leave the archives, Oscar decided not to linger. He snapped his fingers, prompting Slayer and Alice to jump to attention as their master made his way toward the exit. Oscar paused half away through the door, realizing that once again Seismo seemed to be elsewhere. He clapped his hands together, "Seismo get the led out." The claydol hadn't moved from where it had positioned itself to attack the creature. At first it seemed to be just staring off into nothing as always, but upon closer inspection something seemed to be--off. Seismo's eyes were open. All of them. For those who aren't aware, claydols tend to keep every other eye closed--yet now every one of Seismo's eyes were open wide. That wasn't the only odd thing; it seemed to be floating at a slight angle, as if its axis had been tampered with, and its normally red eyes were now a creamy beige. Oscar was put off, but he figured the fucker was just tired. He clapped again, "Get over here you clay weirdo." This time Seismo listened, floating stoically to Oscar as the party exited the archives.

Back in the hub room, Oscar looked around to decide what he was supposed to do next. His first instinct was to head back up the stairs and go home, but considering no one else had decided to just leave he figured the way must be locked. His choices were narrowed quickly once the sound of an explosion rang out from one of the now opened doors. "That sounds like fun." He chuckled with a smile, walking toward the sound of running water to track what happened. Much like @pokejuni before him, Oscar immediately slipped into the rushing water as he stepped foot into the hall. He cursed loudly as he fell onto his ass, splashing about as he quickly pushed himself back to his feet. He clicked his tongue, wiping his hands on his coveralls as something glittered past his eyeline. Oscar looked just in time to see the necklace he had pilfered sink under the grime. He cursed again, "Damn fucking charity. Fuck this bleeding heart of mine. Seismo, get over here so I can float across." 

Usually Seismo was a good listened, or at the very least it didn't disobey. However for some reason the claydol simply floated past Oscar, spinning slowly on its skewed axis. Oscar growled under his breath, "You mother fucker..." Alice came to her master's aid, putting out a claw to help him climb back onto the stone pathway. Once back on solid ground Oscar would begin following the path, sloshing noises accompanying every step. Upon reaching the path's end, his sour expression would brighten slightly at the sight of Adrian Malcolm . A boy was with him, but Oscar wasn't acquainted and thus paid less attention to him. 
 
Oscar stepped up to the lock covered door, only then giving a greeting to his compatriots. "Afternoon boys, what have we here?" The door and its locks were covered in scorch marks, clearly from the earlier explosion. Oscar nodded as he pointed to Alice and then to the locks. Alice nodded, knowing exactly what her master needed. She ran up to the door, sticking a claw into one of the locks before fiddling with it. Her Pickpocket skills allowed for a deft touch, making Alice both a skilled lockpicker as well as a thief. There were some clicks, followed by a loud pound as she slammed her claw deeper into the lock's mechanisms (Feint Attack). One of the locks fell, followed by the chain it hung from. Oscar nodded, "We'll get through this door in no time."

Meanwhile Slayer was nervously looking around, his gaze resting upon Seismo. Seismo's open gaze seemed to peer all around them, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was staring at him.

tl;dr
-Oscar blamed religious fanatics and Bill for their current troubles.
-Seismo's Eyes Have Been Opened.
-Oscar chose the BLACK PATH.
-Oscar fell into the waterway and lost his cool necklace.
-Alice used lockpicking skills and Feint Attack to help open the Black Door.
-Seismo is watching.

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Oscar was tempted to widen the hole until it was large enough to fit through, but a small commotion convinced him otherwise. With Father Bill himself taking the lead, the party standing in front of the staircase began to descend. Oscar shrugged, they probably end up in the same place so he might as well join the crowd. Oscar put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly toward his pokemon. Alice and Slayer came right away, but Seismo needed a second whistle because it was staring at the fucking sky again. When everyone was present, Oscar took the rear as they entered the great unknown. 

This was a basement or part of the church? Damn place looked way too well decorated to be a simple storage space, and it was about twice the size of one too. Oscar was impressed as he split from the crowd, admiring his surroundings in solitude. "Not bad. Kinda extra, but not bad." Oscar noticed everyone heading for the wide open doors to the West, but he wasn't ready to move on quite yet. He nodded toward Slayer. "Go see what's up over there. I'll follow in a bit." Slayer nodded, floating over to join the others.

This was a mistake.

As soon as Slayer was able to squeeze his way in, a mass of jaws flashed his way. The accelgor let out a loud screech, frozen in absolute terror as a shapeless abomination attempted to eat it up whole. As the jaws stopped inches away from his face, Slayer could feel the cold harsh breath of something completely alien, as well as the very distinct scent of blood. However luck was on Slayer's side, as the combined efforts of his fellow pokemon prompted the creature to turn its attention elsewhere. Slayer turned as soon as he could, pushing through the crowd of trainer to try and escape the room. He could not; just as he made headway his master would stop him cold. 

"Whoa, where the fuck do you think you're going?" Oscar, Alice, and Seismo pushed forward, dragging the terrified Slayer with them. When Oscar got a view of the violent being that writhed before them, he let out a yelp. "Holy shit that thing is a fucking travesty!" His exclamation was one of grossed-out fascination than fear, accented by his nonchalant retrieval of a finger sandwich from the basket of Bill Anderson. Oscar chewed into the sandwich, making no moves to help his fellow trainers. After all, they seemed to be doing a great job without him. Oscar looked down and even found a nice book to read. 'Astral Consciousness: The Constellations and their Meaning'. He picked it up and began flipping through it while the struggle with the shapeless being continued.

Seismo had a very different reaction than its master and teammates. Both Slayer and Alice seemed terrified to approach, and Oscar could seem to care less--but Seismo immediately became determined. This being did not belong here, and it had to be pushed back. Seismo floated forward, its eyes glowing with psychic energy. It reached deep into the being's mind, attempting to cause enough mental anguish to at least weaken its resolve (Extrasensory)

tl;dr
Accelgor barely escapes certain death.
Oscar seems uninterested in the writhing monstrocity.
Seismo used Extrasensory as an attempt to mind crush the creature.

 

oscar clayton

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Oscar wasn’t a spiritual man, in fact he found religion as a whole to be rather silly. Did he acknowledge that pokemon had the power to act as gods? Sure, whatever. To worship them, however, seemed like a fruitless effort. God or not a pokemon was a pokemon, a wild animal. Oscar would rather get a dick tattooed on his face than pray to a fucking animal.

In fact, Oscar couldn’t be convinced that this whole church of Arceus business wasn’t a racket. Oscar has met a few of these poke-gods and they all seemed believable, but Arceus? A creation god to trump all others? A rather convenient way to get a lot of money out of desperate people if you ask Oscar. For that Oscar had quite a bit of respect for ol’ Bill Anderson , even if he hasn’t actually met the guy.

So if Oscar hates all this religion shit, why has he arrived in yellow GMH coveralls to help clean up this church? Easy, publicity is everything. Oscar is always on the lookout for opportunities to clean up GMH’s public image, and there’s nothing more wholesome than cleaning up a fucked-up church. Y’know, for charity.

Oscar brought some unlikely helpers to this excursion, three members of his army that needed a lesson in discipline. First there was Alice the Weavile, a compulsive thief that can’t keep her claws to herself. Then there was Slayer the Accelgor, an overconfident little shit that has about half the skill of Oscar’s first Accelgor Tir-na-nog (may he rest in peace). Finally there was Siesmo the Claydol, who has taken to staring aimlessly into the sky instead of following orders ever since it evolved. These three had really worn-down Oscar’s patience, so now they got to help him clean this church up for the needy.

Oscar snapped his fingers in rapid succession, “No time to fuckin’ dilly dally. Get started on this rubble. Now.” Alice and Slayer rolled their eyes but got started right away. Siesmo meanwhile kept staring at the sky, as if the clouds were writing out the most interesting novel in the history of literature. Oscar growled, “Today, if we can!” Siesmo shook itself out of its trance, floating off to help move some rocks with its psychic powers.

Alice grumbled as she tried slicing through debris to make it more manageable to move. Slayor had the worst time of it, grabbing a rather sizable rock and finding that his Sticky Hold prevented him from letting it go. The Accelgor sighed, building up some extra strength to chuck it elsewhere (Curse). Oscar noticed his struggle and approached him to help, only for the oblivious bug to chuck the stone into Oscar’s gut.

Oscar gasped as he fell to the ground, and Slayer suddenly looked like he was going to piss himself. Alice raised a claw to her mouth, hiding her chuckle as Oscar pushed the rock aside. “Mother fucker, you could have broken my ribs! Watch where you’re tossing shit.” Slayer bowed profusely as he backed away, encountering the same issue over and over again a good distance away from anyone who could be hurt. Oscar got up, brushing himself off as his stomach churned with pain. If this didn’t set the mood for what was to follow, nothing else would.

Oscar decided to join the other humans further into the ruins. There were a lot of familiar faces, though Oscar wasn’t really in the mood to socialize. What he was in the mood for was exploring, an action that was quickly rewarded. Oscar found what looked like a medallion in a stack of otherwise useless junk. It looked a lot like that—thing that wrapped around Arceus’s waist in its depictions in art. Looked like it could be gold, so Oscar decided to pocket it for later. Waste not want not. As he looked around to make sure no one was watching, his eyes fell upon a young boy with brown hair (Cardamom Bliss ). The others were looking at what seemed to be a staircase, but the boy was looking at—something else. It piqued Oscar’s interest, so he decided to approach. He casually greeted the boy as he walked near, “Hey there slugger, what chya lookin’ at?” Oscar quickly noticed the hole, looking into it as curiosity burned in his chest.

“Oh--well that’s interesting.”

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