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The soda was sat down pointedly. It was almost empty, making its impact rather hallow. Did he really have any leg to stand on with discouraging such behavior? After all, he more or less did as he pleased. However, he had the funds for his own independence. Striking out with nothing would likely be much more difficult.
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''You're probably the only person that can make me feel like a bad influence.'' A sheepish smile graced his face, alas the other boy would miss it. ''It's nice doing whatever the fuck I want, but I left when both of my parents were already gone. The shit you're proposing is a little different.'' It was unfathomable he would have even gotten this far with empty pockets.
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''For one, I don't think you could stay in the same region. I didn't. Not to mention imagine how pissed Doug would be. I would help, but mate, if he found out, he'd chew my ass right off. And how am I going to ever sit down again without an ass?'' As charming as the kid was, he couldn't see him talking John Sullivan into turning a blind eye.
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And assistance? Right out of the question.
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''You'd need a network of fuckers to aid you, and more or less never talk to him again. You know he'd drag you right home, the bastard.'' To daunt Hideo from walking the same path he did made him feel a bit like a stick in the mud himself. Alas, the other boy just didn't have access to the same level of resources.

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''Tch!'' The expectation had honestly been for hex, since that was the typical formula following will-o-wisp. Perhaps the older trainer had pivoted to match his own blitzing style of battling. Either way, he couldn't just let his polteageist eat a powerful move, and the Alolan marowak could be quite the powerhouse.
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''Darjeeling! Quick!'' The pot's top clinking closed, the haunted dishware spiraled towards the deadly dinosaur, its black ooze rushing out of its spout to form something like a club or a closed fist, driving a sucker punch towards the other pokemon, hopefully before it got its own move off. With any luck, its meager size would make it hard to target and allow such an opening.

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Whatever the other boy's answer, it would pale in comparison to the mountain beginning to explode in tandem towers of hot light. Of course, the destruction was sprinting right for them. Immediately he was reminded of the ridonculous levels of power that rayquaza had displayed at Sootopolis. Was every pokemon of this caliber just irate and destructive by default?
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''Holy Arceus' shit balls!'' The track on which they glided bucked as it was buffeted further along. The gondola too jumped and rocked in response. Pressing his fingers into the cool wood of his trevenant, Willow tried to cradle his trainer too to prevent further injury. Surely they would be destroyed if they were content to just ride to the top.
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If the track was even still intact...
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''Taph!'' The familiar white mist coughed from the darkened shadows of the Galarian's garb, filling the gondola like smoke from a dying engine. Flowing from the windows as if there were a fire inside, it tinged lavender as the gondola lifted from its wire into the air as gentle as a hot air balloon.
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Up and away from the spire of fire, Andy knew Epitaph's poltergeist couldn't maintain this level of item manipulation but for a few moments without using his mega stone. It wouldn't take long for the gengar to drop it. As much as he didn't wish to rely overly on phantom force, there was little choice.
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''Willow! Bail us the fuck out of here! All of us!'' The white haze inside the cabin mixed with a swirling florescent darkness. ''Treeev!'' The figures inside disappeared, the smoke holding the sky car aloft whisked out of sight. The gondola fell to smash against the mountain side. Nearby a shadow grew on the ground for the occupants to slide back into existence.
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''You cool, Hideo?'' Andy called from his perch.
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He was late to the party it seemed.
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But what could you expect, crippled as he was? Right leg still sheathed in a thick cast, and the left forearm the same, his left leg was only just out of a cast itself. He shouldn't be walking on it. So he wasn't. Perched on a branch of his trevenant, crutches hanging from a nearby limb Andy wisely tried to stay behind the crowd.
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If they see me, they'll bitch. Of course anyone would rightly protest to his presence there. Even if the boy hadn't been a liability before, he was definitely one now. Chocolate eyes drank in the scene as his good arm mopped at his brow. Regret at not bringing his froslass began to fill his thoughts. He really needed to vacation back to Galar...
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''Fuck this heat...'' Seeing an ascending gondola in the distance, was that Hideo inside...? Perfect. While his friend was abundantly aware of his injuries, him not being able to see wouldn't allow him to see just how wounded he still was. In theory at least... His pointing drew the gaze of his decidueye perched on an opposite branch.
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''Willow, that wire cart there. Put us inside.'' Dark energy swirled around the tree as the trio sank into the shadows. As his branches filled the gondola, the trevenant tried to crouch to compensate. The decidueye fluttered off onto the floor, annoyed. This might have been a tighter fit than he thought... Doubtless a few leaves would tickle Hideo Kino .
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''Yo...'' He said sheepishly, as he slumped into the crotch of his branch to avoid getting further smooshed.
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''This shit has air conditioning, right?''
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Pain.
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The pain was absolutely intense. It struck out of the cloud of unconsciousness as severe and rapid as a bolt of lightening. There was no reason for the lad to wonder if he was dead. The ether of non-existence couldn't hide this pain. A pitiful groan echoed off the walls of his new home, not that such details yet pierced his foggy perception.
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''Uuurgh...'' Where was he? His physical form felt as if it had been entirely worked over by some sadistic Rocketeer with a baseball bat. Everything hurt, and the pain was far more searing than anything he had felt before in his brief existence. ''Arugh...'' Flexing his form, he went to sit up, and immediately regretted the notion.
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''AAAGGH!'' Something was wrong. Well, many things were wrong, but specifically his legs throbbed to grant him a new level of agony. Clinching his teeth, even the slightest attempts to move them was met with immediate and severe deterrence. ''NNNGGH!'' Terrified to actually see, enough courage was finally mustered to open his eyes.
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Darkness.
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Blinking, for a moment the misery was punctuated by panic. Was he blind now too? His eyelids strained as he made sure they were actually ajar. Nothing. Just pitch black. Where was everyone else? Nothing but his own ragged breaths bounced from the walls. Each breath too felt like being kicked in the chest.
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''Shit...'' Laying on his back as he was, his backpack cradled his torso up slightly. Head turning slowly, he looked around. Still, no sight met his vision. But the echos and the distinct scent of dirt, only slightly tinged with blood, told him that he was likely under ground. Where was everyone else? Where was he?
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''H-Hello...?'' Nothing but his own voice fading into the abyss answered. ''Great,'' he growled. Who knew if they were alive or dead? How long had he been here? Attempting to move his left arm, another fire grew across the limb. ''AAAGH! MOTHER FUCKER!'' Were all of these broken?
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It didn't bode well.
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Twitching the fingers on his right hand, he wasn't met with an immediate agony. Dirt slid it as he drug it across the ground. Cautiously, he raised it ever so slightly. No new sensation of pain was thrust upon him, submerged as he was in hurt. Tentatively the digits were pressed against his right leg. It was nothing hard, just barely kissing the cloth with his fingertips.
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With a grunting effort, the probing slid down until the pain built gradually. Was it broken, he wondered? Fingers recoiled with haste as they met a hard lump midway down his pant leg, the fabric soaked and crusty, the coppery aroma of blood filled the air anew. His fingers clinched into a fist as another yelp filled the cavern in a deafening cacophony.
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''AAAAGHH! AHHHH! FUCKINGSHITCUNTMOTHERFUCKINGBITCH!!!'' He had indeed confirmed that his right leg was broken. Very broken. A sobering certainty: he wouldn't be walking out of here. The yelling left him starved for breath, and he wheezed as he tried to inhale. This painful exercise caused another intense worry.
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Why was it so hard to breathe? Was else was broken...?
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Meanwhile...
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Above the earth, Search Team 1, would find the orbeetles having difficulty to home in on their missing compatriot. It was a miracle that the League had allowed the self same children involved in the incident back out into the wilderness. Perhaps the presence of John Sullivan was enough, or perhaps he had pulled some strings.
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Hideo Kino 's pokemon digging through the earth would have it meet with a surprise, as it broke ground, or well, roof into a cavern. Perhaps it would tumble into it. Once inside, the odor sleuth would quickly catch a scent. While the other pokemon of the party might detect something vague, Rocky would for sure catch Andy Blackadder 's scent.
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The orbeetles would detect something. Perhaps residual energy from the Three Days War muddied their abilities, perhaps it was some of the latent primal energy that had been around the entire region as of late. None the less, there was a life force to be felt. Certainly this meant their friend wasn't dead.
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Or was it just another boss pokemon?
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arthur finnian vanderbilt 's shout is not met with a response. Obviously. Search Team 2 was wandering through the same kudzu filled valley that the original expedition had taken. A path was therefore conveniently cleared through the leafy sea. Stormy Silph 's silvally tracked the scents left the previous day. Granted, one of them was the youth they were searching for.
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Granted the keen eyes of Greyson Connors 's pidgeot and compound eyes of Celia Auclair 's butterfree could easily follow the subtle indentations in the soil, footprints, and other terrain disturbances to lead their party through the same forest, fissure filled as the ground was, to the exact cave entrance. Alas, it was now collapsed and little more than a waterfall of rubble down the face of a cliff.
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True to Stormy Silph 's expertise, they were not alone however. A fiend watched from the shadows of the foliage as they traversed to the disaster site. With the type:null gone, a power vacuum needed to be filled, and the old lords of the forest could now return to make a claim. For the moment however, it would keep its distance, watching for a moment to strike.
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Perhaps it would be the yelling lord, his pokemons future sight revealing vague promises treachery and blood...
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Also already piercing a cavern, MATIAS SILPH ' nice light screen reveals the way to Search Team 3. The passage before them is narrow, stalagmites and stalactites often choked the way forward for any greater than one trainer at a time. Occasionally, a craggy opening on the cavern floor would reveal only an abyss, making poor footing potentially treacherous.
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Kaida Adachi would too find herself in a similar setting after opening her way, stone edge clearing a path through the planet's crust. The close quarters may make it hard for some of her pokemon to traverse. The violent entrance echoing through the caves may too have attracted her unwanted attention, but all the old denizens of this place are cautious in revealing themselves.
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Was that vicious type:null really gone?
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Once again his friend's parents came up. Thankfully his blindness would hide the look of disdain that creased Andy's face. A stark contrast to his own life of independence, probably more than should really be allowed, really, Hideo existed at the end of a very short leash, and watching him pull at it annoyed the Galarian to no end.
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''I bet after you're eighteen it's going to blow their mind the first time you tell them no.'' Then again, telling adults of any stripe 'no' came easily to him. Doubtless the other boy well knew that given his encounter with Celia Auclair at the tail end of the festival earlier that year. It wasn't that Hideo was disagreeable, but sooner or later the illusion of a controlled life would need to be shattered.
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''Just remember skill doesn't have a ceiling.'' Unless you were a Blackadder of course. Then again, Hoenn standards of excellence were far different that Galar's. Which explains why this region is a shit show. Perhaps people like John Sullivan and Hideo could clean the place up, but such a future would be decades in the making.
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And it always seemed there was another crisis just around the corner.
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''When all this is over, we can try dancing again,'' he spoke through an overstuffed mouth as he attempted to finish his burger. If Hideo left, he didn't wish to hold him up and would request to accompany him. ''If you're folks let you out of your cage, that is.'' There was a hard gulp as he swallowed harshly, quickly washing it down with a long draw of soda.

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The shedinja tooled along. Perhaps something like his decidueye would have been better, but rarely did he get a chance to use the hollow pokemon. Was it even sentient? It responded to commands... The screeching projectiles drew his attention. Pressing at Husk's wings, there was the attempt to steer the creature out of their path into some manner of evasive maneuver.
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''Damn it!'' His weight on the little pokemon was too much. Twitching at the surprise of the dreepy's touch, he remembered how Remiel's bit at his drifblim. Fresh was also the memory of two of his own dreepies being incinerated by Rocket at Fortree. Wrathful as he was, he didn't wish to harm the baby dragon. Thankfully it only proved itself a nuisance.
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''Lucky you got sicked on me and not some other cruel cunt,'' came the growl as he pried the creature from his face and tossed it aside. It could fly, so no harm would come to it. ''Piss off you little blighter!'' Of course now that that was dealt with, Angelo had pulled ahead waving his own flag. Thrusting a middle finger, the boy sent a flying attack of his own in response.
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Snatching at his own flag, he made his way to the switch off point where his flygon waited. This he considered a more proper pokemon for such a things, but he didn't want to expend it too early in the relay. This next leg would require coordination. Runoff from inland formed two hills that dropped sharply into a stream that fed the sea.
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Betwixt the hills were several flag filled lines, each a bright and garish color. Among this sea of standards were the next two red and blue flags, only one apiece among the maze. While the sand below was soft, being raked off here would be a painful experience, and Andy needed speed more and caution, behind as he was.

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[attr="class","omgentop"]THE FOLLIES OF YOUTH II

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SEARCH AND RESCUE

PVE

SETTING: MID-LATE SUMMER

DEATH-ENABLED*

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After the events of the previous thread, a somewhat misled group of youths and children happened across a rouge type:null hiding in a cave around Mauville. In the ensuing confrontation one of the group went missing. Upon their return and report of the incident the League organized a quick response to scour the site and the greater area for other subterranean entrances, worried about further threats lurking in the region. While Rangers will ideally be present, search parties can consist of up to five volunteers per party.
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These party's members can post as if they are anywhere in the vicinity of the incident, rather above or below ground. Although for safety reasons they must remain with their search party. Using the roll command, each post will count towards a party's total pool of one thousand. Higher numbers will equate to better progression outlined in a weekly mod post made each Friday. The first to reach a thousand will make the rescue. A result of one on a rolls may cause harsh setbacks, or dire consequences. It may also cause prompts for other rolls or other special conditions. Nature can be treacherous, so be careful![break][break][break]

RULES

Please organize your search parties in the #follies discord channel/#plotting ect.
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Remember parties are not to exceed FIVE MEMBERS. Please tag them in your posts.
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A team of SIX POKEMON may be brought with each party member.
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Please make use of the ROLL command if attempting to progress your search attempt. You can abstain from rolling if you are making a fluff post, of course.
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Please include a TLDR at the end of each progression post.
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Current progress will be noted in a post by me on the FRIDAY OF EACH WEEK. Please try to post ONCE A WEEK where possible to prevent the event from bogging down.
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Certain roll results may result in the need for an additional ROLL to be made, typically on the result of a one.
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''Oh, er, League representative,'' Buzzer stated, the rotomdex hovered up in front of John Sullivan. ''I would like report a missing person and encourage a search post haste! If your orbeetle cannot detect Master Blackadder, Andy then that does not bode well indeed!'' Looming in the distance, the dhelmise hovered over the rocky terrain.
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Dredging at the rubble would do little. The centiskorch still glowed through the smoke, his eyes looked about everywhere for his trainer. Epitaph plopped down on a rock casting a sullen glance at the ground. Tragic was it when a trainer lost a pokemon, but what about when a pokemon lost a trainer? What were any of them supposed to do now?
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The type:null looked up from where he had collapsed in a beaten heap. While the healing prowess levied towards him was certainly helpful, a frightful array of power had been levied against him. Some things could not be so quickly mended. Despite the efforts of Eris Halla, her reach wasn't enough to deafen completely him. The named struck him with a tinge of familiarity, as did Ruby Walker's appearance.
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Where had he seen her before...?
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The attempted comfort of the small girl was familair... The fog that shrouded them all echoed the inner workings of his mind. Flashes of images appeared and disappeared. Where was he? What as going on? What did she expect of him? Perhaps in peak condition he could remember the innards of the cave system that he had made his home, but even then just how deep had he gone himself?
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Its red eyes gazed with a hollow notion. Never had it felt so useless, and the inability to provide an answer now only compounded the depths of his misery. He should have been left to die. How could any creature ever trust him again, save for the most foolish trainer? Glancing away at the shrouded remains of the cave, he tucked his head back down against his body.
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There was no desire for answers, just the indifferent embrace of sleep, his own small sampling of death.
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[Congratulations to John Sullivan! With the highest roll, Frankie the type:null may now be added to your PC. The moveset will function just as a gacha pokemon. This leg of the event is concluded, with the next being an organized search effort. Thank you to all the participants for helping to craft this fantastic thread, being patient, as well as keeping to the deadlines!]

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''How many badges do you have now?'' By his recollection, the other boy had said he wanted to collect all of them. It was a bit like pokemon itself, he supposed. You had to get them all. It hadn't occurred to him to ask how he was coming along with it, which felt rather selfish of him. Granted there were a slew of other things happening pretty much constantly.
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Life was an onslaught, one could say.
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''Uh-huh,'' he let loose sarcastically. ''All them badges is getting you a little big for your britches, mate.'' The last thing he wanted to see what Hideo transform into a League goon with ego bursting from every orifice due to some high ranking station, like almost every one he had met. That John Sullivan had maintained his purity thus far was a testament to his virtue in Andy's opinion.
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''Last I checked you danced with your feet, not your bum.'' Unless it was twerking, but there was the hope that since he was blind, his friend had never witnessed such harlotry. That Hideo was threatening him with an achy butt was a little weird, but he took it as a sign of innocence. Andy would never desire such a thing from such a good friend. What if it ruined the friendship?
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However he was somewhat curious what Hideo's brother was up to...

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