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No walking... No calls... There was little choice. Either he would drag himself out, or die here. While death had been faced down a number of times since coming to Hoenn, the thought of a slow demise was daunting. Perhaps such impatience couldn't be laid completely at the fault of youth in this instance. But not all hope was lost.
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He had one good arm.
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Pushing the limb hard to his side in preparation to roll himself over, the sting of the glass in his flesh elicited a sharp inhale through his teeth once again. It was a minor annoyance compared to how the rest of him felt however. With effort, and squeezing out as much remaining determination as he could, he pressed the arm out to flop over onto his belly.
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This was a mistake.
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Not only did rolling over his broken arm hurt, not only was his mangled right leg hitting the ground excruciating, something had to be wrong with his insides. There was the inclination to yell out in pain, but he found no breath come, nor went. The weight of himself and his backpack laying on top of him made him feel as if he were being squeezed so tight he might pop.
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It was if he was being slowly crushed underfoot. Instead the quiet, pitiful, short gurgles escaped him as he abandoned the notion of trying to drag himself forward. Instead he pressed his functioning arm against the stone again, and glass be damned, rolled back over onto his back. The stale subterranean air finally came into his lungs, and felt like a dozen punches to the chest.
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After the initial gasp came ragged coughs, which caused even more agony. Horrid as the ordeal was, it lasted less than a minute, but it still felt like an eternity to Andy. While there as been a dull ache in his chest before, now each breath felt like its own separate beating. Once again he was forced to pay a harsh toll to look fully upon reality:
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He wasn't going anywhere.
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Meanwhile...
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Search Team 1 decides to split up for various reasons. Were this a time when the forest was still Frankie's domain such a decision might have ended with deadly consequences. Perhaps the peace in its wake will offer more safety. Perhaps not. Within the cave that Hideo Kino unearthed with his dugtrio, Arashi Akiyama sends forth his steelix to burrow through the terrain.
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As the metal serpant digs John Sullivan's orbeetles suddenly detect something. An intense flare-up of misery becomes apparent to them much further on. Perhaps this is relayed to the present members via telepathy, painting a ping of red pain down into the earth before it slowly fades from their experience.
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Perhaps the light provided by dazzling gleam will make distance and depth somewhat difficult to judge for mere humans. At any rate the strange interference eventually drowns it from their collective extrasensory sight. Rather distraction causes an error in the steelix's digging, or the cave just weakens with disturbance, a portion gives.
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With a thunderous racket a crack chases up the cave ceiling above its head. Boulders from the size of gravel to basketballs tumble from the high dark towards Eris Halla , where maybe she has became a little distracted herself in her attempts to communicate with Ruby Walker . Should they hit the girl, the injuries could easily derail the party's search.
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[Eris Halla please make a roll of or exceeding fifty to avoid the small cave in. Failure may result in injury.]
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At the original incident site, Search Team 2 is fairing much more poorly due to the fauna. Perhaps a little too engrossed within his labors, the sceptile's fury cutter delivers a nasty cut to Greyson Connors 's back. While it would finish the job on the trespassing human, he has the man's compatriots to deal with. While boltund does acquire a scent, its distracted by its master's assault.
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A blast of horrid sludge splats against it, staggering the grass pokemon. Letting out its own roar it leaps, making a broad tail swipe with quick attack, the blades there leave superficial cuts across Celia Auclair and @stromy, drawing her own pokemon's attention from the vibrations it had felt in front and below them. The quick guard of arthur finnian vanderbilt 's escavalier wards away any such injures for the wayward royal.
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An icy wind from frosmoth ensure such alacrity will be robbed from the sceptile in the future. Before the sneaky sceptile can do anymore harm, stone edge grabs at its feet, though it's little more and a momentary nuisance in the face of a grass type. Still, as it goes to step forwards, it stumbles once and then twice, wincing before it falls, succumbing to the rapid poison of Ronald Rogers 's toxicroak.
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In the subterranean darkness, the stark shadows created by Search Team 3's pokemons various light sources remains quiet for a tense moment. kyle lopez 's air slash propelled rage powder wafts further into the darkness. The sound of the attack's breeze dies away for a moment before something echos from further within.
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The wind picks up as the gritty rush of a sandstorm blasts through the tunnel at the party. The buffeting murk becomes filled with even greater racket. Through the gale, light reflects from dozens of tale tale eyes belonging to roggenrola. Then absolute chaos erupts. The swarm of rock rectums surges down the narrow neck of the cave at them.
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They are accompanied by a handful of boldores and a singular giglith. Each lashes out with every type of rock attack imaginable, with a few others sewn in as well. These assaults impact their fellow pack members, themselves, and the unfortunate rescuers all at the same time flung every direction, their sturdy bodies keeping many going much longer than expected.
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While mint frost 's ice beam did little to phase the rock pokemon, iron tail cut a defensive swath through the horde to protect the trainer. However a stone edge is cast at kyle lopez and his pokemon. A rock blast assaults Eva Morales . An explosion occurs right near MATIAS SILPH .
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A rock slide rockets towards Xander Belmont . Further down the cave, the light and tremors of several explosions threatens the group's progress as roggenrola yet unseen attack anything in sight, if not bring the entire cave down under the wrath of the enraged rock colony they have stumbled upon.
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[With the exception of mint frost , Team 3 each need to make a roll of or exceeding fifty to avoid the pokemon's attacks. These rolls will be included in the team's total. Mind being buffered by the sandstorm.]
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Elsewhere in the network of caves, Search Team 4 battled. The glare from Kaida Adachi 's ekans slows the rhyperior, but not before the creature's bulldoze sent Allison Hawthorne flying into the cave wall with a worrying thud. Such an impact was likely to break bones on its own and could have done worse were it not for the other trainer's quick thinking.
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While the rhyperior would have continued the assault, the iron head from the durant staggered the it backwards, away from the Blackadder girl. Not to be deterred, their attack let out a deafening roar before charging the durant with a drill run, knowing the ant needed to be swept aside so he could continue his quest for territorial dominance.
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With Allison Hawthorne 's injuries, even after the rhyperior was dealt with, the girl was likely going to need immediate medical aide not found in the wilderness to avoid peril. Though without yet another rampaging pokemon neutralized, no one may see either of the women ever again...
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While little more than a glance could be spared, least he not be following his own advice, he noted that his partner's pokemon seemed more aggressive than his own, a notion that seemed counter intuitive. Briefly his mind recalled all the times he had been concerned about the boy's lycanroc. Perhaps Hideo's pokemon picked up something he just didn't see from his trainer.
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Meanwhile, the manectric sparked for another thunder fang. As the static quickly reached its zenith, the pokemon seemed confused when it quickly died away and nothing happened soon after. Epitaph's cursed body had done its job. His grin only widened, as did his trainer's. The damage suffered hadn't been for nothing.
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''Looks like it's tired, Taph. Let him have a nap.'' The gengar's eyes flashed a dazzling array of colors as it cast hypnosis on the sparky canine. Its eyes grew heavy under the effects of spell, and it soon drifted off to sleep. Not that such slumber would last if its opponents had anything to say about it. It was time for recompense.
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''Enjoy his nightmares.'' Floating across the ground, the gengar pursed his lips and a violet aura surrounded the slumbering manectric. Dream eater seemed to mystify its subconscious machinations and allowed them be inhaled by the ghost type, nurturing the damage caused by the previous hit.

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The frown didn't disappear from his face. It was plain to see that Hideo wasn't going to be dissuaded from his course of action no matter what was said. This granted him a moment of clarity. Now Andy could see what everyone else in his life had been dealing with from him. The shoe was on the other foot, and he hated it.
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His head cranked around towards the gardevoir as his mouth stealthy formed the motions for 'you better take care of him.' Hands had been thrown with one of Hideo's pokemon before, and he'd do it again. Turning back to the boy, he supposed he had best find some way of showing support without undermining his independence.
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Was this how John Sullivan felt with him?
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''Living off the land... I mean I have a little garden and shit, but it's not like I'm eating wooloo chops that I hunted myself or something.'' Vicious as he was, the Galarian didn't know if he had the will to gut a pokemon for his supper. Perhaps if survival was truly dependent upon it, he could steel himself enough.
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''If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask. It's a lot harder when you don't have an assload of money to throw at someone to look the other way, or get out of your way.'' Rare was it that he considered how his financial background made things easier for him. ''And of course I'll have the good taste to not tell anyone.''
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How much time would he really need to serve for contributing to the delinquency of a minor?

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The air choked with heat and ash, this was one time where being outside was unbearable. The Galarian exhaled a sigh. They needed to get to the top, and quick. He would have to ask a lot from his pokemon to get all of them there. Drawing a pokeball, there would be a rare request to his long time companion.
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''Taph, back inside for now. I'll call you again when we get to the top.'' The gengar peered around his bulbous shoulder in confusion. A moment of silence was the only protest. Beaming out of sight, the pokeballs were clumsily switched out with one another. Dexterous as he was, having one usable limb had its drawbacks. As another ball was produced a phantump appeared.
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''Sprout.'' The shiny phantump drank in the scene with confusion. ''Phan?'' The trevenant looked on sympathetically. ''I need you to get us to the top of the volcano. All of us.'' A tall order, but if it had gotten him from the Festival to his camp in Mt. Pyre, it could do this. It would likely faint however with this many passengers.
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The trevenant may be required for later.
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''Phantump... Phan.'' The Blackadder boy didn't look any more pleased. ''I know it's a lot to ask, but heavy shit is going down. I need your power little guy.'' Blinking its blue eyes, it scanned the group of Ruby Walker and Hideo Kino before gazing towards the mouth of the volcano. ''Phantump.''
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Dark energy swirled around the Hoenn Youth Strike Team, and shadows swallowed the lot, land and sky as phantom force carried them to the top of the mountain where they emerged. As they appeared, the phantump seemed to immediately collapse from exertion, letting out a pitiful coo before it disappeared back into the pokeball.
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''Thanks, kid,'' Andy said under his breath. There were more pressing concerns however. It was oppressively hot. And he could not tell rather it was from the lava or the sun, perhaps both. Down in the pit of magma was the familiar red dinosaur. The yellow glow made him far more ominous than the boy remembered.
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''It feels like I'm going to fucking melt up here.'' He complained, chocolate eyes drinking in the lava. At first he assumed it to be boiling from deeper within the mountain, but a thorn of bright red caught his attention jutting from the demi-god's flesh. Cracking Taph's pokeball, the familiar cool of his ghostly presence helped against the heat.
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''What the hell is that? A question posed to his compatriots as he thrust a finger. Rather it was a source of power for the beast, or merely a thorn it had picked up, Andy wanted it. Encountering Rayquaza at Sootopolis had spawned some curiosities. How tall of an order would it be? Touching a finger to his mega stone, the gengar's form embiggened to its most freighting finality.
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''Taph, get me that thing.'' The grinning cloud of ghostly gusto buffeted around the lot, hopefully cooling them some where trevenant's leaves could not. Smokey fingers stretched to race towards it. ''Help him out, Quiver.'' With a nod, the decidueye took flight, swooping to assist the megaed poltergeist with a pluck.
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^{-gengar is switched with phantump temporarily
[break]-phantump uses phantom force to get andy & co to the top
[break]-phantump faints from the feat
[break]-gengar is called out
[break]-the group is inflicted with swamp ass
[break]-andy notes mysterious stone
[break]-andy megas gengar
[break]-mega gengar uses poltergeist @red rock
[break]-decidueye uses pluck @red rock
[break]-sov goes well over the word limit
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''Husk, in the ground.'' The carbink's move was familiar to him. John Sullivan used it quite often. Dig shouldn't have been effected by it, but it would pose an issue to other pokemon he wanted to use, should he have to employ them. Thankfully it wasn't as much of an issue for his ghost types as it would be for others.
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Finally only using one type of pokemon didn't completely bite him in the ass. Either way, an eerie glow flashed in the eye holes of the empty pokemon and it sank into the earth as if it were the surface of serene pond. Normally movement in such a manner took forever, but luckily the little arena they utilized here on the beach wasn't too large.
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Exploding from the ground, the shedinja's horned halo would likely impact the carbink from the bottom. Although he was uncertain just how effective it would be. This pokemon wasn't one he had run into before, so he just had to wing it. Such was the nature of battles. It might not have been a bad idea to have brought his rotomdex, but he was unsure if such things were considered cheating.

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''I've kept him back for much of this,'' he answered in response to Epitaph's presence. ''It's given me mixed results, so I letting him stretch his stubby legs this time.'' As the announcer prepped them for their combat, Andy and his gengar both noted the shadow under the gardevoir. A ghost type move, shadow strike was well known to them.
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The Galarian couldn't help but feel responsible for the other boy's choice, just was he would have seen John Sullivan's influence had Hideo been using bug type moves. It was a dirty trick on the gardevoir's part, but such was the nature of many ghost types and their moves. Darkness ebbed and swirled around the gengar as well as 'go' came close to being spoken.
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''Shadow ball, Taph!'' Bringing his tri-fignered hands up, the dark orb swirled into existence between them from his ghostly aura. The manectric was crackling and sparking with a thunder fang when the shadow ball barreled into it. The electric pokemon was quick, but the gengar was just a little bit faster in this instance.
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Staggered, the manectric shook his head as if it could shake off the damage and glanced back with rage before blasting off with his own attack. Electricity flashed across the soaked sand to stab at the gengar, sparks dancing around the ghost pokemon before flickering out of existence into his shadows. A clear wince painted Epitaph's face but Andy knew it wasn't without purpose.
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''Don't get distracted, Hideo,'' came the warning when it noticed his battle buddy was a little flabbergasted.

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It was fortunate that Hideo couldn't see his blush. There was indeed a mole on his posterior. It had been a hated mark, but alas one didn't get to choose such things at their birth. The blind boy would perhaps hear him gnash his teeth. If this was indeed who she said she was, why was she acting so strangely? That's what primarily dissuaded him from believing the woman.
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''Mt. Pyre. We're on Mt. Pyre, Hideo,'' he answered his friend's question first. ''I was just getting you away from the festival like I was asked.'' Doubtless the other boy wouldn't miss the sullen tone in his voice. While he wasn't prone to follow League orders, John Sullivan was an exception. ''I'll get one of my pokemon to take you home soon.''
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But then there was the more pressing matter, to him at least...
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''If you're really my mother, then where have have been? Why did you just fuck off without a trace?'' Queries spoken with a gusto gone just previously. ''You know how bloody fucked it is just to bugger off without so much as a word. I thought you were dead, killed by the same cunts that got father.'' A long held conspiracy, but who knew if she remembered it.

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If he couldn't walk out, and likely wasn't going to crawl out either, another exfiltration had to be planned. Perhaps he could... call someone! The signal down here likely wouldn't be great, but it was better than bleeding out or starving, whichever came first. His phone had been in his right pocket, which meant extra care was required to not disturb the injuries there.
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''Okay...,'' he huffed. ''Just like you're going to steal it...'' Gingerly, he slid his fingers down over his hip bone and pressed them into the top of his pant's pocket. That the slacks were such a tight fit didn't aid in his cause, but his choice was made for the sake of fashion rather than surprise spelunking. Sliding inside the distance between the opening and plastic of the phone seemed eternal.
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The overwhelming throb of his right leg didn't increase, so there was the assumption that he was doing it right. After his finger tips met plastic, Andy idly wondered why no one had attempted to call him. Perhaps they had while he was unconscious. Slipping grip around the plastic and mashing it against the slim phone to grasp it he immediately yelped.
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''Ah! Shit!'' It felt as if a thousand tiny blades sliced into his fingers. Snatching his hand from his pocket, the phone clattered against the stone along with the tale tale tingles of a shattered glass screen. ''Ugh...'' Of course, how could his leg have gotten smashed and something as brittle as his expensive phone survived?
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A painful breath was inhaled through the clinched teeth of a wince. The sudden moments made his leg throb harder. Well, it made his entire body throb in an onslaught of misery. He would have writhed if that wouldn't have made it even worse. Although forcing himself to be still didn't seem to alleviate all that much either. Now what was he going to do?
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Somehow, even only the small sound of his labored breaths echoing off the walls made it hard to think.
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Meanwhile...
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Perhaps it was the induced cave in, the rush of exterior air inside further exacerbated by many a pokemon piling inside, but the scent of their wayward comrade seemed to be adversely affected. Similarly, the subterranean environment seemed to negatively impact the orbeetles of John Sullivan's Search Team 1. Something about the area interfered with their typically precise capabilities.
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Many energies seemed to be in flux within the region as of late. While likely not the cause of Frankie's madness, at least as far as most knew, it certainly wouldn't have helped any creature forced to deal with its influences. Eris Halla's luxray surprisingly did not detect something waiting within the darkness for their team in particular, allowing the rest of her comrades to press forward.
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Ruby Walker's xatu would comply with her request, but how did you portray a scene submerged in absolute darkness? An abyss was all that would be revealed to the girl, with the poignant aromas of dirt and blood. It was accompanied only by the sounds of labored breaths. Perhaps such sounds would come across as inhuman. They weren't clear enough to discern.
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Search Team 2 seemed to be momentarily distracted by infighting. Greyson Connors kept his mind to the task, although his steelix's magnet rise makes for slow going through the rubble to ground zero. It's a logical place to look if one was expecting to find remains rather than a survivor. The rocks part as if pressed by the prow of a ship on a lumbering voyage.
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While Celia Auclair's pokemon(?) assist it does little to speed the progress. With all the shouting and blows, their tail thought it as good a time as any to strike. Ronald Rogers's toxicroak's uncanny sixth sense would allow it alone to anticipate the coming assault. It was a fortunate thing too, as the sceptile caused not a branch to creak, nor a leaf to rustle until it broadsided the party.
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It boldly weaved into the lot of them with a fury cutter swiping at any any all until it met the toxicroak. Enraged that it had been driven from his home some time ago, it sought to dole out a harsh reprisal to any new interlopers who dared show their face here. These were his hunting grounds and he wasn't going to let them be stolen away again.
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[Team Two: please make a roll that exceeds fifty to avoid taking damage from the serious sceptile. This one roll will still also count towards your team total, so no worries. Ronald Rogers and his toxicroak are exempt from this due to anticipation, and may immediately retaliate.]
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In the depths of their own cave, Search Team 3's kyle lopez's naganadel didn't elicit an immediate reprisal from the darkness. Nor did mint frost's proffered confuse ray signifying that at least for the moment the way forwards was safe. As MATIAS SILPH' voltorb wanders forward illuminating the path with its light screen only empty, craggy terrain is revealed.
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For the time being, the rage powder sprinkled along the way by Xander Belmont's volcarona is also met with an eerie silence, but depending on where the breeze carries it within that can quickly change. To that end, Eva Morales's future sight reveals that the current peace will not last. A vision of many enraged eyes stared back out of the darkness at her from the future.
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Two parts came together to form a Search Team 4. While Kaida Adachi's durant cleared the path forwards, and her dragpult scouted ahead of it, Allison Hawthorne brought greetings, but not all tidings were so pleasant. Not a moment into such exchanged pleasantries, stones exploded from the darkness as the shadow shrouded form of a rhyperior exploded at the Blackadder girl.
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This trespasser was destined to be bulldozed into the cave wall just past her new teammate if the perturbed pokemon had its way. Just as with other local pokemon, being ejected from its habitat made the rhyperior far more irate than usual, and all the noise echoing through the cave drew his rage from the darkness behind the two girls, opposite the direction of Kaida Adachi's forawrd pokemon.
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[Allison Hawthorne please make a roll that meets or exceeds sixty five to avoid taking damage from the wrathful rhyperior. This one roll will still also count towards your team total.]
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''Yeah, Rocket,'' he spoke with obvious disgust at their mention. ''I ran into them at Fortree recently. Not sure what the hell I expected, but they're your run of the mill terrorists. If they were happy to kill anyone there, including me, you should probably steer clear.'' A vengeful soul, Andy Blackadder didn't need a particularly long list to hate someone or something.
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Hideo getting offed by some Rocket would mean war however; earth razing, ocean boiling, war in every truest aspect of the atrocity that the act was. Such an injustice would inflict a wound that would spill bare all the deepest darkness in his heart, whereas now it only simmered far down within the abyss, the call of the void constantly whispering from within.
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And even that, at times, was far too much.
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''Wish I could be more help.'' Sometimes pretending to be a decent human being almost convinced him that he was. ''But even my monthly stipend can't fight off the whole League apparatus looking for some poor runaway. Not to mention, if they find your ass you'll probably get thrown into a lock down so deep you never see the outside again.''
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'Justice' seemed harsh in Hoenn.
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''I got thrown into a cell for talking shit, Hideo. The Galarian Ambassador had to come bail me out. Just imagine what fucking draconian toll they'll extract from you.'' Granted he was playing things up, partly for his own vanity, but partly to discourage the other boy from too rash a path. Sensing the tension, the banette nuzzled at the trainer a little harder. What were all these bad vibes?

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The beach was typically the last place he wanted to be. 'Fresh air' was the reason his aunt had expelled him from the house. But she was probably tired of just seeing him sit around. Wheelchair bound, he wasn't much for mobility at the moment.
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With a cast encasing his straightened right leg, and another around his lower left arm, many other beach goers gave him a wide berth. He was a rolling reminder of the harsh pain of reality that they had all come to escape, so for the most part he was ignored.
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Seemingly rolling via powered chair, a shiny rotomdex hovered over his shoulder. Catching sight of the raven haired boy's rogue pokemon, he thought he might like to see the combat that could take place, a sad imitation of the big arena battles back home.
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''Stop here. I want to see if this wingull is going to get the shit beat out of it.'' As if on command the wheelchair came to a halt. ''Ohhh! Master Blackadder, Andy, that pancham seems rather agressive,'' his rotomdex warned.

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''Yeah,'' he added to Hideo's apology. ''It was bail or get our shit slapped down.'' Perhaps Ruby had thought she could fend off the attack by groudon. Perhaps she actually could. She did have some strange and powerful pokemon. None the less, the Blackadder boy was all about taking matters into his own hands.
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Or hand, since he only had one good one for the time being...
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''We need to blitz the top of this bitch before this asshole burns down half the mountain.'' Of course odd goings on were already occurring. While the past seeping into the present Andy pressed himself more upright atop Willow with his good arm. Strange things happened within the region all the time, but this was a new one for him.
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''Ruby, are you seeing this shit?'' Unsure what he was looking at, there was the hope that the more senior trainer had some kind of idea of what was going on. Peering up through the phasing jungle, he could see what looked like the familiar form of Eris Halla and Stormy Silph further along, but the trees were making it hard to be sure.
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Frustrated he couldn't see fully what was going on, he peered past Ruby down the mountain. There too further down he spotted the hated, board-shouldered FERNANDO SILPH . He thought he spotted Remiel Calcifet beyond until something like smoke began emitting from the CEO. The Galarian's eyes narrowed. Wasn't that his shtick?
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He's warding off the... whatever the fuck these are... At the crumbling racket of the falling rocks, his head swiveled back around. ''Shit quiver, help Hideo out!'' With a flap of his wings where the decidueye was perched on Willow, it lashed out with ghostly darkness, adding its own shadow sneak to the other boy's onslaught.
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''Taph, keep these shits away from us.'' Flowing from the dark folds of his trainer's clothes into his physical form, gengar's mouth parted to spew toxic ectoplasm from his gullet to coat the ground in a semi-circle. Hopefully this would ward off any stray archeops. ''Willow, make sure gardevoir is ready when we get to the top.''
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Andy well knew that the pokemon was one of his friend's main players. With a leafy green aura, the trevenant counter-intuitively cursed the gardeovir with forest's curse, providing it with a grass type aspect to its attacks. This was the third time he had encountered groudon after all. Granted, the first time, it had been an ally.
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How quickly things changed...
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[break]-gets distracted by time warp and friends/enemies around
[break]-decidueye used shadow sneak @ rocks
[break]-gengar used toxic @ ground to make poison puddle for archeops
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The waitress knew him. But then of course he was an Elite Four. And he did say he knew the place. The schmoozing was minimal, which Andy appreciated. If it was one thing he abhorred it was adults who were only acquainted with each other in passing at best trying to act like they were best friends. When Thomas allowed an opening to introduce himself, there was a brief moment of surprise.
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Most of the time he was shown off as an accessory.
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''Andy Blackadder.'' No further comment was made. The boy didn't possess enough knowledge to criticize or complement further since he knew little about the venue. When asked what to drink, he tried to think of something Unovan off of the top of his head. ''Arnold Palmer.'' Hopefully they served the strange twist on 'tea,' if you could call the mix that.
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Most back home would turn their nose up at such a concoction, however for a Galarian, Andy was fairly liberal with his tea. It came in many flavors with different regional varieties, though from what he could recall Unova was all about fat and sugar when it came would one could call 'sustenance.' As he recalled, the Arnold Palmer was quite sweet.
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The tea was unimportant though...
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''So,'' he started as Emi went to fill their drinks, ''what did you want to know about so much that it required bribing with fine dining?'' The fine bit was spoken obviously sarcastically, and perhaps prematurely so. After all, he hadn't tried the food yet. Truth be told, this as better than dahlia goode's reward of League cafeteria food.

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''Yeah, me too,'' Andy confirmed the shared assumption. The notion had made him feel a rare tinge of regret, as the last he had checked the scores, his sightless friend wasn't doing so well. ''I'm sure you'll be working with lots of fuckers when you become the champion.'' There was a wink, then a look of shame.
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Hideo wouldn't have seen it.
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''What garbage bin did you pull that chair out of, by the way?'' Shame turned to a mild disgust. Surely it wasn't that bad, but the Galarian would have risked sand in his butt crack before he had planted himself in that chair. A judgmental glance was cast at the gardevoir. Wasn't it supposed to dissuade their blind trainer from such poor decisions?
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While he certainly possessed the ability, he couldn't spew banter all day. They had a fight to win. ''Anyway, lets get this party started.'' Chocolate eyes narrowed with determination as he turned towards their opponents. ''Let's rock, Taph.'' With a smokey shimmer, the gengar appeared from the folds of his clothes.
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''Gengar.

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