Gonna keep track of my Crowns here o/

The digging team would encounter no obstacles beyond the earth they cleared out. Even when they dug up and into the complex itself they would find no one waiting for them. They would end their tunnel in an unoccupied apartment, owned by a 'Tyler Crespin'. Tyler was dead, poor man was hit by a stolen vehicle while smoking outside of the restaurant he worked at. It was actually his death that made this all possible--as it would be the catalyst for the 'party' that would occur at six.

Oscar took great lengths to set up this event, he needed it to be a spectacular cluster fuck if he was going to get anywhere with his upcoming endeavors. It required a bit more maneuvering than past plans, but should everything go well it should be worth the effort. You see, Tyler was the member of The Duskulls; a gang based in outer Mauville. He was well respected, fair mannered, and considered a decent human being despite his penchant for armed robbery. He was always willing to help those in need, even if they had connections to The Duskulls' long time rivals: The Claunchers. 

These two gangs had been at it since the 90s, but they were always looking for excuses to rip each other apart. Oscar used this to his advantage, stealing the car of a Clauncher captain and having one of his Rocket goons smash it into Mister Crespin. Once The Duskulls got their hands on the security footage, they were instantaneously enraged. They could not be reasoned with, no matter what the Clauncher's claimed the blood was already in the water. Desperately wishing to avoid conflict, the Clauncher boss reached out to set up a secret meeting to set things right--in the parking lot of the GMH Affordable Housing Complex.

The Duskulls' boss agreed to meet, but they had no intention on settling things peacefully. He was bringing a mob that was fully prepared to beat the Clauncher boss into a bloody smear on the pavement. The Clauncher captains did not trust The Duskulls to be peaceful, so they tailed their boss with their own underlings in tow so that they could leap to his defense should things go down. And oh--things were going to go down.

Oscar checked his watch, clicking his tongue as he saw that the hour was coming up on 5:50. He wondered how Isaac was coming along, should he have given him more help? Nah, he heard Isaac was a tough fucker. Surely he could handle this on his own. Oscar's presumptions were proven correct, as Isaac would soon appear with his task completed. Oscar grinned, "Glad you made it back safe! Umm--but where are the groceries? Eh, never mind they weren't that important anyway. You're just in time for the party!"

Oscar nodded toward the parking lot, where a majority of the complex's tenants had gathered to enjoy the handouts. If Isaac looked closely, he might spot a lean yet muscular looking thug wearing a teal sleeveless shirt with black stripes. Oscar leaned in toward Isaac to whisper something to him, "The 'you know what' is about to begin. Wait five minutes, and once I give the signal I need you to unleash hell. Are you ready?"

Oscar hoped so, he was pretty certain that they only had one shot to get this right.

Isaac Merlo

68 Damage

Crabominable were known for their sturdy pincers, I mean their punches were their defining feature. So when this Incineroar managed to easily overpower Crabominable's punch with its own, Oscar immediately felt his chest tighten. It was the difference between a trained fist and natural armor, power forged from endless training. The impact sent Crabominable twirling backward, nearly toppling out of the arena. Luckily he had a firm grasp on keeping his imbalance out of control, and managed to stop itself by diving to the left.

He bounced off his claws, sending himself back into an upright position at the edge of the arena. Oscar grimaced as he gave a second command, "Keep the pressure on! Don't get pushed into a corner!" The Crabominable took it to heart, charging forward like a clumsy tauros. There was no way he could match the Incineroar's perfected strength, but he could rely on his technique to possibly catch the Heel by surprise.

As the Crabominable charged forward, he spun like a wobbling top with his arms outstretched. It looked as if he was winding up another punch, but instead he planned to stop himself as close to the Incineroar as he could before pulling back. If his prediction was correct, the Crabominable would be in an excellent position to use Reversal to deflect Incineroar's next attack. Oscar winced, slightly nervous about seeing this risky maneuver play out.

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The first hurdle seemed to be over, with everyone and their mother guessing 'Data' to be the answer to the riddle. However the ride has yet to stop, there was still a whole sea of bullshit to wade through in order to escape this cybernetic hellhole. Oscar took note of the file attached to him, tapping it cautiously as others began to open theirs.

Examining the image told Oscar nothing, it seemed like gibberish for now. It might make sense soon, but until then Oscar would dismiss it with disgust. "Everything is fuckin' cryptic with these assholes. I miss the days when bad-guys would just attack us and be done with it!" Oscar's complaining was interrupted by a violent shaking, with the dome slowly opening to reveal three paths.

Everyone seemed to flock to the first two labeled 'Avatars' and 'Legendaries', the third labeled 'Ultra Beasts' went mostly unloved. Oscar sniffed, and looked to Robbie. "Which one do we go for Rob?" Robbie thought for a minute, buying time since he could not read the signs. Eventually he pointed to the third path, which Oscar thought made complete sense. 

"Figures, I mean that's what you are."

Robbie nodded, pretending to know what Oscar was talking about. Oscar headed toward Terminal 3, along with anyone else who felt like joining him. Of course by this point Lulu Flint might still be in his shadow. Will she accompany him or go elsewhere? I dunno, I can't read the fucking future.


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tl;dr
--Oscar is heading toward Terminal 3
--Oscar does not know Lulu is in his shadow.

Oscar ended up sleeping on his own, which was the based case scenario in his mind. The serenity of his night in solitude provided him with plenty of rest, and he would awaken in top form once the dawn arrived. Oscar emerged from his tent fully ready to work: sleeves were rolled upward, jean legs were tucked into boots, sunglasses were reflecting the sun, and a lollipop was firmly grasped between his teeth. He even had himself a cowboy hat, you know to protect his darling pale face from the sun. 

Oscar was kinda slow around breakfast; the lollipop lasted a very long time so he had to finish it before eating. Once his belly was filled though he set off to find Martín del Mar and his crew. Oscar would not dare choose somewhere to work unless he knew there would be entertainment waiting. He searched for about five minutes before realizing that he did not have any supplies ready for the day. 

He ran back to his tent, filling his backpack with the resources required for a long day's work: water bottles, trail food, sunscreen, and like four gallon bags worth of lollipops. He emerged again, fully prepared, and once more sought out his friend. Luckily it did not take long, Oscar spotted him and his posse heading toward the Game Trail. Oscar trotted forth to catch up.


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--Going down the Game Trail

A sister division to MAGMA? Oscar narrowed his eyes, unsure of what to make of all this. Do not get him wrong, he was one hundred percent on board, but he had--concerns rapidly developing in his mind. Perhaps the ride within the bathysphere would provide a chance to have these concerns be addressed.

Oscar took his seat, and Oscar pressed the green button when prompted. The bathysphere set off without incident, beginning their journey to--wherever they were going. Oscar took this moment to tack on his own questions, hot off the heels of Jayden's. "And this fighting avatars with avatars business, isn't MAGMA kind of a crapshoot? Like, there is no guarantee the treatment will take. What are our options of matching the power of the avatars?"

In his gut Oscar was afraid the answer would be training, which is not impossible but would be very hard to accomplish. Oscar was sure that enough tactical know-how and preparation could defeat an Avatar, at least if they were alone. The training would have to be grueling however, could they find grunts willing to put themselves through such titanic endeavors? 

Oscar sneered, supposing that this was why SPECTRA was to be made up of Rocket's best. He just hoped he could live up to Remiel's expectations.

Remiel Calcifet
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Oscar turned his head as a voice called out to him nearby. @isaac had arrived, and thus there was nothing further to worry about. Besides you know, the mission. Oscar greeted Isaac with a smile, turning toward him with an outstretched wrist. "Glad you could make it, and not a moment too soon." If Isaac observed Oscar's wrist, he would see Oscar pointing with his other hand to a silver watch. The time was nearly 5:00pm, but Oscar was pointing to the 6. 

Oscar smiled, reaching into his coat and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "While we wait for things to kick off, why don't you grab some groceries. I think I saw a store nearby." He would hand the paper to Isaac, and should Isaac unfold the paper he would not find a grocery list. Instead he would see a carefully written note which read thusly:

Look under the dumpster behind to the convenience store next door.

Oscar would give Isaac a devious smile before returning his focus to masterminding the "outreach" aspect of this mission. Many residents had gathered to grab water and eat some free food from food trucks Oscar had rented--providing the perfect opportunity for what was to come.

Should Isaac make his way to the dumpster has instructed, he would make two discoveries. One would be a Hisuian Voltorb named Trigger, who was rolling around near the dumpster. Trigger had two tasks in today's events: The first being to protect the dumpster from anyone that did not look like Isaac. The other would be made clear later.

As noted before, Trigger was trained to look out for Isaac and would allow him to safely approach the dumpster. Under the dumpster Isaac would find his second discovery: another note. This note was a great deal more detailed, laying out instructions to dig a tunnel toward the complex starting from under this very dumpster. The instructions had the exact measurements that would be required for this tunnel, and noted that Isaac should return to Oscar once this task had finished. Finally, it stated that Isaac had only one hour to accomplish this task.

It was a good thing he made it on time...

Isaac Merlo

As Oscar predicted, Genesect's strategy would make for a strong defense. The Tentacool could not get too close, but they did not cease their assault. They were seemingly endless, a starved hoard provided with a carrot on a stick. They would not rest until their prey was consumed.

They would not get the chance though. As the tentacool pressed forward--as Genesect was pushed to the brink of its capabilities--Cygne finished her task. Her counter attack was swift, Brave Birding through the center of the hoard to escape. Oscar jumped from his seat, "Genesect now!" Genesect ran forward, using the space cleared out by Cygne to make it to the other side of the room. She had already dove into the water, but Genesect would not yet follow. At the cusp of the entryway, it would turn to face the recovering hoard. They would follow them if given the chance, which means they had to be terminated now.

Oscar agreed, "Leave nothing behind!" Genesect's cannon began to glow, and finally its power would be unleashed. The Techno Blast unleashed from Genesect's cannon would incinerate the hoard. The power of the blast shook the vulnerable room, causing chunks of the ceiling to begin falling. Genesect swept the blast across the room, frying both the remaining tentacool and the servers. Only Rocket would have access to the data that was once held here.

As the blast died down, Genesect leapt backward into the water. As it swam away, chunks of the ceiling would smash into the opening to seal the sealing room once and for all. They had escaped safely, and now all that was left was to navigate back to the sub. Oscar sat back in his chair, wheezing as his adrenaline faded. Relief poured over him as he watched Genesect catch up to Cygne. He pulled out his cellphone, intending to send up update to Rowan Wrynn .

Mission Accomplished

Their second battle has begun, and while Oscar was pleased with the performance of his Crabominable he was uncertain if it could last past this next fight. His opponent was the Elite Four's Kazimir Wynter, of all the rotten luck. Perhaps it was expected that the 'king of fighters' would make an appearance in this tournament, but Oscar had hoped he would not have to face him in only the second round.

Oscar would not display his shaken nerves however, his face as cold as ever. Crabominable was already on their mark, waiting for the match to begin. Their opponent was an Incineroar, no doubt well trained in many forms of close combat. If they were going to win this match, they would have to heavily rely on the element of surprise--which is why when the bell rang Oscar immediately gave his first order.

"Power-Up Punch Now!" Crabominable teetered a tad, lifting itself up on the tips of its legs as if it were going to fall backward. However it instead lunged forward, aiming to deliver an overhead strike upon its opponent.


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Just a few minutes earlier, this battle seemed utterly hopeless. Yet the cosmos was on their side, proven by the blessings of these strange alien fetuses. Three present legendary pokemon were chosen to be their conduits, and just being nearby would empower surrounding pokemon.

Mercy would be no exception; her proximity to Xerneas would expose the battle medic to its infinity energy aura. This power felt familiar to Blissey, as it ran through every pokemon and sustained the very lives she sought to protect. Mercy roared, her body feeling one thousand times more powerful as energy surged through her.

Oscar took note of this change, and grinned with cathartic glee. "Mercy, it's time to show this eldritch fuck our strength. Unleash your fury!" Mercy flexed, the infinity energy she absorbed being directed into her egg pouch. It formed a new egg, which she took out and chucked at Necrozma. Should it hit its mark, the egg would erupt with the Light of Ruin.

Tl;dr
--Blissey used Light of Ruin

As Oscar fell through the whirlpool with his companions, he too would hear a mysterious voice! It was screaming, and occasionally swearing--what did this mean!? Wait, those were probably just his thoughts. Well that was good to know, but it did not solve his dilemma of falling into a seemingly endless abyss.

Luckily that dilemma would solve itself. Oscar would appear in a strange blue world, surrounded by every person that jumped into the whirlpools. Oscar frowned as he observed his very blocky surroundings, "Is this hell? It isn't nearly as ascetically pleasing as I thought it would be..." Suddenly, the visage of a man would appear above them, and he would very kindly fill them in on what was going on.

Oscar squinted toward the swirly haired oddball, he could have sworn he saw him somewhere before. Must have just been his imagination, maybe he just had a very recognizable face. Speaking of wild imagination, this guy was weaving quite the story. cloud? Please, this was likely just some sort of--underwater fortress only accessible by whirlpool. In Oscar's mind that made more sense then being in some magic storage space. 

Oscar's contemplation of their predicament was interrupted by Lulu Flint calling out the word Data. It was only then Oscar noticed the riddle, and after he looked between her and the floating words he would slowly raise his hands and say, "Um--Da-ta!" Please note that he said this with the same cadence that one would say 'Ta-da!'. With less enthusiasm of course.

Suddenly the Porygon perched on the cubic cliffs surrounding them began to attack! Oscar flinched, ducking slightly as he tried to figure out what to do. He turned to his left, yelling out "Robbie!" in a shrill voice before nearly bumping into Rob himself. "Oh, there you are. Counter attack!" Robbie aimed his stinger outward, using Thunderbolt in an attempt to deflect some of the Porygons' attacks away from the group.

Focusing on not being blasted, Oscar did not notice Lulu slip into his shadow.

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tl;dr
--Oscar yelled out the possible answer to the riddle: Data.
--Naganadel used Thunderbolt to try and deflect some of the Porygon attacks.
--Oscar did not notice Lulu trying to get into his shadow.

"Cygne..." 

Oscar's voice rang out from Genesect, calm despite the disaster he was witnessing. He had to be calm, otherwise the situation would only get worse. "Genesect will not let a single tentacle reach you. Focus on your task, and the very moment it was finished make it known! Genesect, as soon as you hear Cygne declare that she has finished--you know what to do."

Genesect let out a bizarre ringing sound, which almost sounded like an excited cackle to anyone who did not know any better. Genesect put itself between Cygne and the hoard, ensuring that any tentacool that wished to grab her would have to get through it. Of course, Genesect had no plans to allow such vile creatures to even graze its armor.

Genesect was pulling double duty, firing Electro Webs to dispatch tentacool that clumped together and slashing with Fell Stinger at any that got too close. It was not a permanent solution, but it was enough to get the job done. It had to be! Oscar leaned forward, his nails digging into his armrests. They were so close--just a little further...

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As Felix jumped into his Dragapult's portal, Oscar would mount up onto Razor. He could see where Felix popped up from where they were floating, so he silently pointed their way. With nary a noise Razor would Phantom Force his way to the rooftop, popping out right next to Felix. Oscar jumped off Razor immediately, sending him back into his pokeball as quickly as he could.

Oscar peeked out next to Felix, taking note as he discovered a small moving camera right over the rooftop entrance. "It's over the entrance. As long as Emma notices..." With almost comical timing, a purple web suddenly enveloped the camera's lens. Oscar smirked, "Perfection. Now's our chance." 

Staying low, Oscar crept his way across the rooftop to one of the vent openings. As he made it, Oscar would pull a wrench out of his SPY UTILITY BELT™. He carefully began unbolting the vent covers, trying his best to be quick without making any sound. When the bolts were all removed, Oscar carefully let the vent cover fall, using his hands to guide it gently to the ground. 

Their entrance was secured, but Oscar would wait for Felix before diving inside. Emma made no such courtesy, silently sneaking past her master to enter the vents.

Felix Gallagher