ANOMALY DETECTED

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
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When: NOV 25TH to 27TH
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fordola rem lupis | that new team rocket member

[fordola]

[ So. It'd been about a week since Fordola arrived. She'd been going though the Rocket Training, keeping herself scarce. She wanted to get her footing.

It's a pity, then, that she decided that today was the day to finally travel out and try and situate herself. Because instead of the city, where she could blend in a bit better, she found herself mostly around Mt. Ember and Kindle Road - or other locations which were quite warm, even in the beginning of winter-time. She was trying her best, but.

You'll probably find her trying to fight Pokemon by herself. Not getting hit by them as one of her eyes glows red, striking them - before stepping back, letting out a huff, her bladed weapon not drawing any blood or leaving any marks on these beasts. Her Pokemon were watching, worried - or tugging your character closer. Please she should be using them??? To fight??? ]

[outofsynth]

[Okay, so Min actually had seen her post to the Rocket Network. He'd just been a little distracted by it happening at the same time his best friend showed up, and he'd been putting most of his time in trying to get to him as quickly as possible.

Except now he's back on Kindle Road, which is annoyingly close to where he'd started out from almost a week ago, and nowhere near Pallet Town. He has no idea what went wrong, but this... seems more pressing than trying to work it out. Even if he was tempted to pretend he hadn't seen this there's a Pokémon tugging him nearer.]

Uh... that's not how you should be doing that.

[How are her eyes even doing that??]

[fordola]

[ Ah. She. She looks at the other, not knowing he's a Rocket. But she shrugged. ] It feels more natural, though. Better fightin' 'em myself.

[ She is not bringing up the eye thing. ]

[outofsynth]

How is that better!? They're tough, but you still shouldn't be trying to stab them.

[Or... whatever the heck it is she was doing with her eyes.]

[fordola]

Don't trust the mutts I got here.

[ rude, fordola ]

[outofsynth]

Really? Because it looks like they'd probably be able to do more than you.

[Oh god. Why did he say that? She might not be able to do much damage to the Pokémon thankfully, but that doesn't make him sword and/or laser eye proof.]

[fordola]

[ A pause. ]

I dunno. They still get hit.

[muffled "torn from the heavens" begins playing]

[desirestruth]

[So, (un)fortunately for Fordola's pokemon, their desire for help is answered. By a gigantic canine beast galloping at full speed towards Fordola and the opposing pokemon. At near eleven feet tall, she's taller than most beast tribes besides the Amal'jaa or Ixali, with massive clawed hands and snarling teeth.

Truly, Naeva only means to intercede, placing herself between blade and Pokemon to stop the fight before it escalates. She's intending to scare the wild pokemon away, but she hasn't really considered how this will come off to the lady with a literal sword fighting the pokemon.

Her voice is a bestial, gutteral roar when she speaks.]

Stop!

[fordola]

[ For a moment, Fordola mistakes the roar for a Lupin. But as she turns on her heels, facing the other, she realises her mistake.

But she does not realise the other mistake she's about to make, her blade now aimed at the other. A snarl on her lips, but a bit of a smirk, as her Resonant eye pulses. ] Finally. A fittin' challenge.

[desirestruth]

[Naeva was, somehow, unprepared to be attacked with a sword in the result of this, so it takes her a moment to catch on to what's happened. Unfortunately, bleeding doesn't...seem to phase her much, besides total confusion.

Might be why she's trying to grab the blade with her hand. Being technically already dead means sometimes being a moron.]

Are you insane?

[fordola]

[ The blade is held! But Fordola moves for the kick, because. You know. Resonant Bullshit (tm) ]

Maybe!

[desirestruth]

Rrgghh--

[Naeva doesn't like being kicked. It hurts! This sucks! There is a crazy angry lady with a sword! The pokemon are all panicking!

...Hey do you see those AOE Circles, Fordola? because those are your warning for plants erupting out of the ground to try and tie her down! Think fast.]

Cease this nonsense.

[fordola]

[ While she's not used to her powers, she can see the movements in the air-- but can't dodge them all. She's caught! Oh no. ]

Savage bastard--

[stardiving]

[Estinien had woken up that morning to find his walking stick transfigured into Gae Bolg and draconic aether humming under his skin. So it was one of those bizarre weekends again--further proven by walking into the bathroom and out into Ember Spa. Which he hadn't been particularly bothered by--unless he becomes trapped there when everything goes back to what passes for normal here in a couple of suns.

After taking advantage of the hot springs, he tries going back through the same doorway which does nothing aside from spit him out on the path it's naturally connected to, so he starts exploring the area. Before long, he hears a familiar sound--the sound of a fight--and he jumps to the top of the cliffs off to the left to get an overview of what's going on.

He doesn't expect to see a familiar face. Fordola, if he recalls correctly--he'd only heard her name the once, but he does certainly remember their encounter in Ul'dah, outside the chirurgeon's hall. Not a presence he'd expected, much less one trying to fight the creatures here with a sword--though she's also dodging absolutely everything the creatures muster, which he finds intriguing. He knew she carried a sword, and knew her way around it, but this is something else entirely. Though, perhaps he ought not be surprised, if she were one of the ones sent to scout the spires outside Amalj'aa territory.

He knows he's not likely to remain unnoticed for long, he's not particularly hiding, but he also doesn't make his presence known.]

[fordola]

[ It only takes a moment for Fordola to feel another by her. She turns within a moment--

--and her bright red eye seems to almost spark with energy, as she staggers backwards. She seems a lot more... well, feral then the woman who Estinien had talked to once. Less control, and more snarling beast.

But she is looking right at him, even as she staggers. A gaze that shows no recognition, and a little bit of... fear? Distrust? And even as she's clearly trying to struggle with... something internal, she's still dodging the Pokemon she angered.

Moving towards Estinien. ]

[stardiving]

[Hm.

To be fair, he's not sure she would have any reason to know who he was, but she certainly seems far less settled than he would expect. (Unsettled enough to attack random wild Pokemon? Though he can't say much, he did the same when he first arrived.)

He's a good fifteen to seventeen yalms up off the ground, out of her immediate reach (unless she has more surprises up her sleeve than he's aware of), so he's not particularly concerned. He's a dragoon with the high ground after all.]

You're unable to touch them with that.

[He inclines his head towards the sword in her hand.]

Though I'm sure you noticed that already.

[fordola]

[ Honestly, Fordola thought they just had hard hide. But it is quite futile.

While she can't jump like a Dragoon, she is. Going to at least move up high enough that the Pokemon she's fighting can't follow. (Like a cat fleeing a dog...) Her Resonant is calming, but: she's still feeling emotions, them melding with her own.

(Which scares her.) She crosses her arms. ]

No reason not to try. Not like I had my blade earlier.

[ There's an odd amount of pride as she talks about her gunblade. Hers. She earned it. ]

[stardiving]

[So she was here before--and that means she's presumably not going to be gone once the madness of the next 36 bells or so straightens itself out. He hadn't seen her say anything, not that he checks the network often, or would have much reason to reach out if he had.]

Fair enough. I tried hunting them myself when first I arrived.

[Years ago, and his head hurts a little to think about it.

He throws out one of his own pokeballs, Chorale the Noivern bursting out in a shimmer of light, and whistles--the cue enough for the dragon to attack the trailing creature and drive it off. Now they can talk--or possibly fight--without interruption.]

Care to try it against me?

[fordola]

[ Oh? Either this man was strong or he was cocky. Fordola smirked. ]

Might stop me from gettin' rusty. Commanding these beasts around isn't my style.

[ Notably, one of her Pokemon is still out of its' ball - a Houndour, who is quietly. Watching, as Fordola stills. She's watching for movement - for anything changing in the aether around them. Or whatever this place is made of.

While she may have a vague idea that they've met - that she has seen him somehow - she doesn't know who he is. That this is a Bad Idea. But either would be fun for her, she reasons. ]

thirty million years later.......

[songofthedawn]

[Oh...this is. Hm.]

Fordola! [No way to know how she'll react without just going in. G'rhyf calls out as they lope over to Fordola, not expecting a strike but still ready to dodge if they have to. Intent is what she reads, so if they keep cooperation in their mind, then...?] We're meant to direct battles around here, not participate.

[fordola]

[ At first, for a moment, there is a look of confusion.

And then, Fordola was on the ground, stumbling. Holding her head, as she shuddered. While G'rhyf may not know, this was her first vision. She didn't even know she could have these. There was a soft swear from her as she tried not to look weak.

Her Houndour sits at G'rhyfs feet, letting out a single boof. The wild Rapidash stops, and just. Walks away. ]

[songofthedawn]

[UH. UH!!! That's not good???]

[They cast the Houndoom a worried glance before hurrying to Fordola's side. This has to be a vision, but they've never seen her hit so hard by one before...they put a hand to her shoulder and squeeze, but it's easy for her to shake off if she doesn't want it. (Which, if they're honest, they know she doesn't, but...)]

Fordola? Hey, talk to me, are you alright?

[fordola]

[ She weakly shakes it off. Ever so weak. She clutches to herself, but her eyes begin to focus on them.

Them. The person she was - who she saw - for that time...? She mouths it again: the fuck.

Before pushing herself away more. ] Do I look not alright?!

[songofthedawn]

[They pull their hand back but raise an eyebrow at her. Fordola, honey...]

Do you want the honest answer, or the nice one? Visions don't usually hit you this hard...

[fordola]

[ ????!?! ]

How the fuck do you know that. This is my first one--

[ It just. Slips out. ]