victory_road | ROCKET BATTLE LOG

ROCKET BATTLE LOG

As the clock nears 10 PM on Saturday, the manor (or the parts of it that people aren’t blocked off from, anyway) is completely abuzz with speculation and gossip. What could Lance possibly be planning to announce? And why haven’t any of the Elite Four even been around? They’re fairly reclusive, but it’s safe to say that everyone is at least a little curious, if not actively suspicious.

But it’s time for the big reveal, so manor staff are bustling around, reminding everybody to be in the ballroom in a few minutes for Lance’s important unveiling of… well, whatever it is he’s unveiling! The staff all seem pretty excited, so it must be big, right?

There’s been plenty of room to dance and move around in the Ballroom until now, but with everybody packed in there at once, the space is a little tighter. Especially with the small stage and podium set up in the middle. As the last (or seemingly last, assuming there aren’t any carefree stragglers who didn’t bother turning up on time) person is ushered in by staff, complete with whispers of "Psst! Hurry up, it’s almost time!", the door to the ballroom is shut and the lights dim slightly, sending a hush over the audience.

After some fumbling from whoever’s in charge of the lights (... wait, is that Captain Garfield and his Rattata up there? He’s a theater tech too?! That guy must REALLY be a jack of all trades!), a spotlight flips on and centers on the podium, where the head staffer (who might be recognized as the one with the terrible hipster mustache who’s been doing a PARTICULARLY egregious amount of schmoozing and sucking-up to trainers over the course of the party) is stepping up to the podium.

He clears his throat.

"Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen! On behalf of the Elite Four, we’re all so happy you could join us! We hope you’ve all been having as good a time as we have, because I’ve got to say, I think this is our best party yet!"

He looks around at the assembled trainers eagerly, as though anticipating unanimous agreement.

When there’s an impatient buzz (and a shout of "Get on with it already!" from someone) instead, he laughs awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, well, we’re all here for one reason, right? To see what Lance has brought you all here for! Well, folks, as you can see, he’s not here with us right now… He’s had a bit of a-- how shall we say… an accident! So sad, I know! But fortunately, he’s graciously allowing us to make his announcement for him. Which is…"

On cue, the spotlight turns stark red. If anyone has the presence of mind to look, Captain Garfield's Rattata is holding a bit of red plastic filter in front of it.

But chances are, everyone’s attention is probably going to stay on the stage, because the guy at the podium literally just RIPPED HIS CLOTHING OFF DRAMATICALLY, revealing… yes… a very, very familiar black-and-red uniform underneath.

It’s followed immediately by more ripping sounds as other staff and even some partygoers scattered throughout the audience follow his lead, and the telltale noises and flashing of Pokemon being released from their balls. And many voices, all yelling at once...

"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! AND MAKE IT DOUBLE!!"

The music shifts.

OOC Notes: The number of characters who must participate in the battle to call it a success is 37! In order to keep track, once you have made your first comment to this post (either a toplevel or a tag to someone else!), please bring it to the CHECK IN THREAD by 10 PM EST tomorrow! YOUR COMMENT MUST BE POSTED TO THIS THREAD IN ORDER FOR IT TO COUNT TOWARDS THE TOTAL.

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OOC notes: Here it is, the part where your characters get to explore the Rocket Base and discover its secrets! Maps of each level will be posted in this top post as they are opened up, with blacked out sections being revealed as obstacles are cleared. Obstacle clearing will be based on total comment count to any mod comment with a count listed, whether those comments are contained in a single thread or spread out over multiple different ones. As many people can comment to an obstacle or base level as wish to, for as long as they want, even after it has been cleared. There are a total of two obstacles (including the first one) which are triggered by character actions we will be watching for!

Anyone who wants to thread anything out in the base or mansion during the time characters are trapped (and who doesn't want to use this log for whatever reason) is free to make their own network/action posts with whatever they like! But mods will not be coming around to those with interaction, and they will not count towards clearing obstacles.

Questions? Ask them HERE!

NOTE FOR ITEM RNG: In order for the mods to give out your item, your character must be actively looking through the loot piles in whatever tag you'd like us to respond to with your item! Items can also be given out in the middle of an existing thread between characters, whenever they get around to searching the piles! The header does not have to be in your toplevel.

Links List

Level One

OBSTACLE - KEY CARD (CLEARED)

OBSTACLE - CONVEYOR BELT HELL (CLEARED)

Level Two

Level Three

ELITE 4 JAIL

OBSTACLE - FREE THE LEGENDARY

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[The dust hasn’t quite settled yet, but it’s clear there’s been a shift in the battle - Rocket Grunts scramble to retreat in the wake of the prom-goers and their mighty Pokemon, and in their haste, the strange, newish door where a basement entrance would be has been left wide open.

Descend the stairs, and you’ll find yourselves in a room that feels like it should be much bigger than it is. The floor tiles have been laid down neatly, and a small room to the left has an ajar door. Piles of pilfered loot - trophies, rare books, tasteful paintings, many of which attendees of past proms might recognize as having once adorned the halls and rooms above - have been left in disarray before a very hastily constructed and shitty dividing wall. That too has a door, a decidedly mechanical one with a card key slot beside it, and beyond it you can hear the distinct, yet faint whirring of mechanics. Something’s on the other side for sure, but until you can get that door open, all you can do is guess.

Hm...knowing Team Rocket, it might be worthwhile to take a look around to see if a Grunt might have left a spare card key around in case theirs was lost.]

[The small room with the ajar door is surprisingly untouched, as rooms in ransacked mansions go. A plush carpet of purplish blue and a Welcome mat embroidered with Dratini welcomes you in. There’s photos on the walls of Lance posing with his various Dragons, and candid pictures of other notable Dragon-Type trainers from across the regions with their teams. Doodles of Dragonites breathing fire and articles on legendary dragon spottings are pinned up on cork boards, and a table stands along the far wall covered in...scrapbook notions? Yep - stickers, patterned cardstock, tape with designs on it, all manner of markers and pens - everything you need to make some really choice scrapbooks lays out in a clutter along the table...save for one very obvious empty spot, just big enough for an open book to lay.

There’s also a pair of black shoes peeking out from underneath the table that scuffle back at the first sound of someone approaching the entrance. Uh...what?]

((OOC: While digging through the items, your character has the chance to pull out one special-fun item that the mods will determine through RNG. Some are cool, some are harmless, and one or two are sure to earn a laugh. What have you got to lose? If you would like a mod rolled item, have your character digging through the pile and put ITEM RNG in your subject line!))

Edited 2017-04-10 22:58 (UTC)

[The terrified shrieks of the rustled Rocket Grunt echo through the new rooms the warp brings you to - though, you’d do well to remember which warp you took to get in here in the first place, because this sure is WARP PAD HELL. Can anyone keep track of what warp leads where? It’s likely not even the Rockets can, but that Grunt from before sure is trying his best, because if you happen to spot him, it’s only as he steps onto the next pad to the next room!

What’s even in here? Well, that main long room you first warp into is chock full of cages where Pokemon native to the waters and forested areas of Tojo Falls have been locked up - so THAT’S where they were! Poor things look absolutely miserable, too. Surely you wouldn’t be as cold-hearted as to leave any of these Pokemon to become slaves to Team Rocket:

Electrike, Castform, Frillish, Rufflet, Vullaby, Shuppet, Pawniard, Roggenrola, Makuhita, Huntail, Gorebyss, Foongus, Poliwrath, Kingdra, Throh, Sawk, Gothita, Beldum, Swalot, Quilfish, Relicanth, Lotad, Slakoth, Spoink, Bibarel, Carvahna, Dwebble, Mantyke

These Pokemon will all be anywhere between Levels 20-30.

While all of these are awesome and rare creatures, we do ask that trainers who wish to bring any home limit themselves to one Pokemon per character. After all, these are wild Pokemon who would most likely want to return to their homes, and it’d be poor form to poach Pokemon that other poachers have poached. There is also a small machine at the end of the room that dispenses anti-vertigo medication...for P100 per two pill packet. What, Team Rocket’s gotta make money!

Some rooms are home to quite a few rows of old, clunky computers, the likes of which you’d have thought would surely be out of commission by the 1990’s. They seem to be stuck on the same kind of maze screensaver - maze-merizing, isn’t it? There is also a Rocket Rec Room with a beat-up sofa, a dinged up fooseball table, an air hockey table that will not work no matter what you do to it, a warp with a sign indicating that it leads to the bathroom (and it does, in fact, bring you to a small bathroom, freshened by the most disgruntled Spritzee and containing ONE HECK OF A BIDET) and...an inflatable pool that’s half deflated. And full of plastic balls. Like a ball pit. A sign has been posted on the wall above it that declares it as “NAUGHTY ROCKET JAIL”. Do...do you even wanna know?

There is one Pokemon here that ISN’T sad and in a cage. There seems to be a Clefairy bouncing around the base...but he isn’t catchable, so he must belong to someone. All attempts to capture or reason with the Clefairy will be rebuffed, because this is one angry little pink marshmallow. What is he so angry about? Who knows, but he’s liable to give you a Pound attack right in the knee and run off to a warp if you approach.

There IS an exit, though, and it’s possible to find it. It just takes determination!]

This level will take 30 comments to clear.

Edited 2017-04-11 21:58 (UTC)

[Thankfully, this new floor that the long-sought warp pad brings you to doesn’t seem to be any sort of hell. There’s a hallway, light spilling into it from where it hooks to the right, and when you emerge, the first thing you’ll notice is two doors with keypads mounted on them. One is a double-door set, large, to your right, and it looks fairly sturdy and important. There’s also a locked glass case on the wall beside it, with five sets of Pokeballs resting inside. The other is a single door that is VERY sturdy, right across from it. That darned slippery Rocket you’ve been following all through the base is scrunched up on the floor by the second door, holding that scrapbook like it’s a lifeline. He’s also looking at you with the widest eyes and palest face imaginable as he presses his back against the smaller door like he’s trying to barricade it with his body.

Somebody didn’t think you’d end up making it this far, but somebody’s got nowhere else to run. This might be your best chance to get some answers on where the Elite Four are, what Team Rocket expected to get out of ambushing such a large group of trainers at once...

...And what’s that crackling noise coming from behind the far wall on the left?]

OOC note: In the interests of mod sanity, interrogating the Rocket is first come first serve!

Edited 2017-04-13 01:41 (UTC)

[Okay so as far as Jane knows, evil team takeovers are NOT part of the typical prom experience. When everyone had been shuffled into one room, her Pokemon had gone into their balls to make room for the humans shuffling in. Before she'd been a little warm and uncomfortable, but now? Oh, she's pissed.]

What the - hey!

[When a nondescript Grunt reaches out for her clutch, the first thing she does? Smack 'em with it!]

Back the heck off!!

[Dinah will be out soon, just. Help her get this fucker to step away?]

[Thida hadn't really been intrigued by the apparent surprise going on, but she'd filed in with the rest of the guests when the staff urged her inside. So to her, she doesn't quite register the sudden shift in tone and mood as dangerous - she doesn't even know who the heck the Elite Four are or what they stand for, only that suddenly, shit is going down.

And heck, that is exactly what she is all about. That sure is a Granbull she's letting out.]

Buru! 'S a battle!! C'mon, Play Rough!

[GET OUT THE WAY HERE COMES THE FAIRY BULLDOG]

[No. Absolutely not.]

[Lust has been enjoying herself tonight, despite the less than glamorous spread. She's not about to let Team Rocket of all people ruin it. How lucky she's brought some of her stronger Pokemon, simply because she's well aware that everyone comes to this prom.]

[Which means a nearby Grunt makes a move towards her, he's met with a sudden facefull of muscular, growling, shiny Houndoom.]

Oh, just try something. I've eaten better men than you for breakfast.

[Well, technically fed them to Gluttony, but it doesn't make for quite as clever a quip.]

[What the heck is this, what the heck. Asriel comes out from the buffet table for two seconds and suddenly people are ripping off their clothes and letting out Ratattas and Zubats and Koffings and Ekanses and he just wanted more MooMoozarella sticks, why this.

Though he feels Gracie tense in his hair, he's too scared to call out a battle command. Instead, when a Rocket creeps up towards this seemingly defenseless little kid in pastels, he reaches out for the closest item and throws it.

That sure is a clump of pasta salad smacking that Grunt in the face.]

D-Don't come near me! Stay away! Leave me alone!

[FOOD FIGHT]

[She'd disappeared ten minutes before the announcement to pin her hair up and put her lenses-less glasses on. It was the best way to try and calm her rattled nerves, putting on that old persona. Shedding the girl and becoming the Witch. It's a lot harder to do nowadays, because even as she emerges in her uniform, Calyx's Pokeball in her hand, the sheer chaos makes her heart clench up...but...she has to try, she has to try...]

C-Come on out! Use Confusion!

[The Espeon she releases does not use Confusion. When it pops out, its focus is on Anthy alone...and it tries to push her back into the shadows.]

No - no, we have to fight - Calyx, please...

[She knew it. Athena goddamn knew it. There was just something so off about this whole thing; the shitty cleanup job, the fact that they were forced to sleep in garages despite being honored guests or some shit... and the way they were all herded into the ballroom like that was setting off more alarm bells in Athena's head than anything else on this planet had before.

Her hand had been itching towards her belt during the whole announcement, and when everything just exploded, she was one of the first to snap to the defense, grabbing the first ball on her belt and releasing Typhon the shiny Haxorus in one brilliant flash.]

Alright, Typhon. Ready to deal with these fools?

[Athena may not be as intimidating as she usually is, devoid completely of her armor and usual clothing in favor of a simple suit, but the murderous look in her eyes and the hissing from the very intimidating black-and-red Haxorus behind her absolutely has a few of the nearby Rockets stumbling back in fear.]

[Holy shit. This is hilarious.

Over a year spent in Johto, and Dave has never once felt so entrenched in Saturday morning anime bullshit. That dude totally just ripped his entire outfit off in one go, and here's Dave, eating previously smuggled hors d'oeuvres in his fancy dress, utterly fuckin' delighted. He whistles sharply and raises his voice up towards fake hipster mustache.]

Take it all off!

[The Dedenne sitting in his breast pocket covers its face, ashamed. Wiglaf didn't ask for this. All he wanted was a cheese cube.]

What?

[Penny is by the buffet when the big announcement goes down, feeding the Vulpix in her arms off a small plate of snacks. She freezes for a moment as the lights go red and the battle music kicks in. But only for a moment.]

But- this is-

[There's a definite Moment in which her expression shifts from confusion to something that's probably unfamiliar to most people that know her; Penny is very obviously and unsubtly pissed.]

How DARE you!

[She sets down that plate of snacks with a lot more force than necessary, reaching into the small handbag containing her Pokeballs.]

Flynn? Return.

[The Vulpix, already trying to shrink into his trainers arms, vanishes into his ball gratefully. With practiced fluidity, Penny produces and releases two more.]

Teale? Junior? GO GET THEM.

[It's. Probably a little too cramped for two Aegislash. Definitely too cramped for them to use their blades properly, but they're working on making room. So, sorry to any grunts or very unfortunate bystanders; you may be getting smacked in the face with a shield.]

Walter slipped out to change into his Rocket uniform, tucking his formal clothes into his backpack. Now, with the uniform, hat and domino mask firmly in place and his hair tied back in a small ponytail, he was ready and almost unrecognisable. At the battlecry he pulled out a pokeball and released Chaos. The Luxray gave a hearty roar, far more eager than her trainer for this. To her, it was a chance to crush a legion of Pokemon and establish her power!

Walter had never liked stealing others Pokemon. Especially after he'd come to think of his own so...so closely. But Team Rocket had given their Orders. He prowled around the perimeter, Chaos growling softly at his side.

...[A heavy sigh comes from Botan. Really? Still with these fellows...honestly.]

Aku, if you please.

[The Gengar, in between I told you something was off! cries, reaches into his........mouth...and pulls out a baseball bat from deep within somewhere.

Ghost Pokemon are scary. Equally scary is Botan just taking this bat in hand like it's nothing. Scarier is how her Pokemon don't think this is weird.]

All right, everyone, it's time for a throwdown!

[Only Sawakou, the tiny Smoochum, looks not-annoyed by this whole thing. She has her Ice Punches fired up and ready to go, jumping up and down in place eagerly. Arceus help anyone that gets in the way.]

[That was entirely unexpected.]

[After the glowing review from Dave, Angel had expected nothing but fun times, delicious food and good music. A sudden strip tease, and apparently an assault from villains she'd only heard whispers about.]

[One grunt was quick to approach Angel, attempting to catch her (and her fussing Vulpix) from behind. The former siren started forward as she saw the arms in her peripherals, but likely would have been entirely too late, if not for the bone club that cracked the grunt in their head.]

[The girl whirled about, gazing at the Riolu staring threateningly at the incapacitated grunt.]

Skagbait!

[Despite the chaos, and there clearly being no time for emotional displays, Angel fell to the ground beside the Riolu and threw her arms around her. Distant as the creature had always been, she'd never really subjected her to such copious amounts of affection. Even now, the canid creature looked uneasy, but mimicked her trainer all the same.]

[A pulse of light followed, the dog-like form in her arms shifting shape abruptly. In surprise, Angel let go, left to simply gaze up at the Pokemon as she shifted, growing altogether taller.]

[When she finished, she let out loud, vicious bark. Her gaze locked on any nearby Rockets, a bone club at the ready. Her stance shifted, placing herself in front of Angel, with a gentle hand resting upon her trainer's shoulder.]

[This is it.]

[A few moments before, Jack had slipped off to put on his disguise. He's not about to be exposed, but he also isn't going to shy away from a chance to show Team Rocket that no, really, he's super awesome and ought to have been promoted like five times already.]

[He puts effort into hiding his identity. Padded layers under his uniform - ugh, who designed these fashion disasters? - to make him look chunkier, a ski mask out from which some long blond hairs poke out - he put a wig on first, for extra authenticity. He'd thought about a Halloween mask, but too much risk of it slipping and showing his mask clasps. Even if he went without his trademark mask. Gloves to cover his wrist tattoo.]

[As soon as it starts, he leaps into the fray, letting out his Parasect and his monstrous Houndoom. He can't always control the canine, but in this kind of chaos, he doesn't have to. The beast will attack anything close by! Doom Boner is, for a rarity, safely in his ball and nowhere in sight. Havoc, on the other hand, bursts out of his ball with a snarl and a thud as he slams his weight down onto the ballroom floor. He's drooling. His eyes are rolling. What the hell is wrong with this Houndoom?!?!]

[Jack's plan is to use Havoc as a distraction, and snag Pokemon while their trainers are busy dealing with the whirlwind of teeth and fire he's just released.]

[This didn't happen at moon prom.

Rakka was standing relatively off to the side when the chaos erupted, and being stuffed into the ballroom with everyone else and the Rocket's pokemon just made it a bit claustrophobic.

To make room, she had recalled all but one of her Pokemon to their balls. Bright, the Espurr, rode on Rakka's shoulder to the event, while the rest of them hung from her belt... the perfect place for a grunt to snatch them from.]

W-wha? My Pokemon!

[He takes off through the ballroom, and Rakka stumbles after him.]

Wait! Stop!

[He knew something was up with this! HE KNEW IT.]

[Of course, "knowing it" doesn't really help the fact that it's happening. Luckily, the Pokemon who'd wanted to come to this thing were all pretty good battlers--wait.]

[NOT ALL OF THEM. GOD DAMN IT.]

[Envy's got his team around him and they are fighting back, with Chimera and Ouroboros as muscle to get through the crowds and Lilith and Charon to fight faster opponents, but Envy himself is less focused on the battle and...seemingly more focused on hurriedly checking underneath all the buffet tables?]

[Oh, for fuck's sake. He thought Wrath was being weirdly evasive earlier about something. Should have realized something was up when he showed no interest in the locked-off areas.]

[Al spends about three seconds staring in shock at the wardrobe change before pulling a Pokeball off his belt and releasing a Typhlosion. She growls and looks back at her trainer curiously.]

Lisa? Get 'em.

[So, who wants to go Rocket-bowling with a Rollout?]

Edited 2017-04-08 20:34 (UTC)

[For Sasha]

[Armin is, for once, completely blindsided by the reveal. Having never attended prom before in his life --neither in his own world, nor here-- all those little niggling things wrong had not registered to him at all. With nothing to judge by, it had all seemed like it could be part of the events. Sleeping in the garages had seemed a bit weird, but honestly, they had slept in worse places during training.

Yeah, he hadn't expecting something like this, at all.

Really, in some ways it is like Halloween all over again. Except these guys actually look competent.

Armin is reaching for one of his pokeballs, not particularly interested in going down without a fight when his hand freezes. What about the others? Eren, Bertolt and Jean should be fine. All three have strong pokemon to defend them. And the person that tries to steal Blitz will probably just be handing him back after five minutes with him. Angel? With both Krieg and Athena, she should be fine, though he should keep an eye out for her. Miss Boton, Mr Pines... all of them should be fine too.

Good, good. It didn't seem like-- damnit, Sasha.

Armin had half forgotten with how recently she had been brought here, but she was going to need some help. He isn't even certain if she knows about team Rocket, but even if she does, her deerling is not going to be enough to protect her. Hopefully she hasn't been made a target of yet in all this chaos. He'll have to find her as soon as he can.

Armin switches tack, plucking another pokeball from his belt and releasing Amadeus. The owl, at least, should be able to fly overhead.]

Amadeus, go find Sasha!

[And with the noctowl taking off on silent wing, Armin starts to push through the crowd, away from the stage and towards the most likely place for Sasha to be: the buffet.]

Sasha? Sasha!

[For anyone else]

[Once Armin has made certain that Sasha is fine, even going as far as leaving one of his stronger pokemon with her to take care of her, he's off to make certain nobody else is in trouble. He's got two pokemon out beside him. His dragalge stands on one side, a little ungainly on land, but no less dangerous than in the water. Not that he intends to take on every rocket. Rather, he's depending on her smokescreen to help him get people out of troublesome situations. A frontal assault is all good and well, but sometimes you need someone covering your retreat too. On his other side stands his incineroar. Magellan is a barely contained hunk of fur and muscles, baring his fangs in what is half threat and half hidden enjoyment. He's got a fighter's attitude this one.

Also an adorable bowtie.

For the most part Armin will be trying to jump into any fights that look to be going wrong, keeping a look out for any people that look lost or hurt.]

[Caine has been waiting for this all night. He's so thrilled in fact, that once Diana finally gives him the go ahead he explodes in a flash of light.

Okay, so, he didn't explode. But he did start glowing. Growing larger in size until there's no longer a Luxio infront of Diana but instead the imposing figure of a Luxray.]

Oh. Wow. Guess you really were getting impatient, huh?

[He roars restlessly and turns towards the other trainers in the room.]

I'm guessing you've got this then?

[So now there's a Luxray running around, itching for a fight whilst Diana uses this distraction to try and swipe some PokeBalls from busy Trainers.]

[There's a little part of Korra that actually perks up when she realizes prom has just turned into a battle zone. Okay, maybe not so little a part.]

[Fighting's one of her favorite ways to let off steam! And Rocket Grunts are always worth fighting. Hiking up her long skirt, which is in no way conducive to running around battling, Korra lets Iqniq out and turns with a grin to look for the nearest target...]

[Or someone who needs a hand with defending themselves.]

[ Prompto really hadn't expected this.

But he couldn't help but let out a laugh, as the music changed. One filled with nerves, but... ]

This really is just like a video game-- Magus, IE.exe, let's go!

[ There is now a Luxio with a Togepi... wait, no. A glow, and there's a Togetic there instead... circling around Prompto - and he's trying to calm down his weird doggo, who's whining and curling up. Prompto is trying to tell Null to calm down, trying to help him - they have to get out of here. (Null is just spooked.) ]

[Well, this has gone from enjoyable to dangerous for a few hours. While he didn't know about Team Rocket as he is a recent new trainer, he knows the people wearing those tacky red-and-black uniforms are bad news.

Heck, he is too surprised to act that one of the grunts grabbed him by the collar before he grabbed his Noibat by his nape, declaring that his Noibat belongs to Team Rocket.]

Hey! Leave Noise out of this or else, you're going to pay!

[However, the grunt just shrug it off as a bluff, not believing that a small kid like him can defeat him.

Unknown to him, it was a very bad move for him. Because once he got his Noibat, Tony use his martial arts skill to quickly kick the grunt's face, causing him to release his grip on his collar and from his Sound Wave Pokemon as he holds his face in pain, allowing him and Noise to escape and create a counterattack.]

Alright, Noise! Sick 'em!

[Namely using Bite on the grunt's backside. However, once he managed to get the Noibat off of him, other grunts joined him before releasing their Pokemon to battle against the young ~~spy~~ trainer.

Maybe it's time you should try to help Tony out.]

[Hildegard the skarmory seems to know something is up long before Eren does, and she fluffs her feathers and pecks nervously at Eren before the announcement.]

Dammit, I knew we should have left hours ago! Stupid rich people party!

[Eren has already lost the jacket of his suit... somewhere. He took it off a while ago because it was just too constricting. Now, he's doing away with the vest and the tie and bringing out two pokéballs to round out his trio of powerhouse flying-types. ]

Avoid any ice-types and beat up anyone in those black and red uniforms!!

[his Pokémon nod in understanding and go to work with disturbingly violent fervor. Like master like Pokés?

Eren himself spots a Rocket grunt on the periphery, and tackles him to the ground, putting the poor soul in a headlock]

Where's your leader?! WHAT'S YOUR PLAN?!

[Now this is Krieg's kind of party! What a great opportunity for Mud Pony and Slag Stack to get some real battle experience!]

Knock 'em off their feet!

[That's an enthusiastic suggestion to the little Mudbray, who, together with his Grimer buddy, is facing off against a pair of Rockets and their 'mons, a rough-looking Raticate and a somewhat mangy-looking Fearow. Mud Pony is slower than the Fearow, however, which swoops in and lands a heavy Drill Peck on Slag Stack. Had the bird chosen instead to focus its attack on Mud Pony, chances are high nothing particularly dramatic would have come of it. But the Mudbray loves its friends even more than it loves napping, and witnessing his buddy flinch underneath the powerful attack sparks a never-before-seen gleam in his eye. Said gleam quickly spreads to the rest of him, and in seconds the small donkey-like creature is glowing and growing - and growing, and growing.

Even Krieg is impressed with the size of the beast in front of him when the glow fades. Mud Pony the Mudsdale only takes enough time to snort loudly once his transformation is complete before springing into motion, moving with much more speed, grace, and agility than one might expect of two-ton, eight foot tall draft horse. The Heavy Slam he delivers to the Fearow knocks the bird out of the air and onto the ground, where it twitches briefly, then lays still.

Slag Stack gazes adoringly up at Mud Pony, while Krieg laughs at the expressions of the Rocket grunts at this unanticipated turn of events.]

MnahahahAHAHAHA! TIME TO MINIMIZE!

[That statement is directed at Slag Stack, who can definitely stand to up his evasion game considering the hit he just took. When the enemy Raticate attempts to follow up on the weakened Grimer, Slag Stack darts between Mud Pony's enormous feet to hide. By the time it realizes it's about to be stepped on, it's too late for the Raticate to avoid Mud Pony's Stomp.]

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