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CHASE TEAM:

“Alright, I’m sure you guys know the deal by now.” Professor Kukui said. “With Aether missing, we’re also missing our friends, so we need to find them and get them home. That goes double with finding out where Glomgold disappeared to. That’s where you guys come in.”

With that, Kukui motioned to the remains of the Aether team as well as the former members of Overwatch assembling a machine with an angry Della telling them to hurry up.

“...anyway, once the machine is ready, you guys are going in.”

“We aren’t able to figure out where Aether is, but we have a lock on Glomgold.” Wicke said. “In theory, that means that you should get the drop on him and get back everyone.”

“Yeah…” Kukui sighed before shaking his head, the Aether crew giving the team their equipment, including Ride Pokemon. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll hold down the fort. This is your time to shine.”

Once everyone is geared up, the portal shines to life. “Don’t worry, Solgaleo and Lunala will help out if anything goes wrong!” Wicke said, nodding. “Good luck!”

With that, the team was sent off into the wild unknown, reappearing over the skies of what appears to be a city in the horizon… and a large bin on an island under them.

Things have gotten just a little rougher...

HOME TEAM:

“All seems good on our end,” said Wicke, tapping her controls as Winston adjusted his glasses. “Now all we can do is pray for their safe return…”

“Indeed,” replied Winston. “For now… we have things to do. Repairs, and a festival to plan.”

“Can’t believe you’re doing a festival right now,” remarked McCree. “Seems kind of strange, don’t it?”

I.Z.U. tilted her head. “In times of duress, even the darkest days are lit by the most gentle of moments.”

Wicke smiled as she nodded. “That’s right! C’mon everyone, the festival of boats is waiting for us.”

That evening, the entire town is lit up with brilliant lights as the boats are decorated with incredible lights. Somewhere, someone is playing the theme from Tangled like a meme or something. But it truly is magical as a thousand lanterns are released into the skies.

It’s the start of the new year in another region. Time to celebrate.

Throughout the evening, there’ll be star shaped cakes, desserts, and a time for rest and relaxation for the Fallers and natives who remained on the island. One can find the Champions who had managed to defeat their adversaries relaxing on the beach, and Ash and Serena sat there with Iris and their friends, although after a while, Ash broke away to talk to anyone who seemed down. Maybe he’ll approach you during this time. After all, Gladion and Lillie went with the Fallers who were chosen to travel to find Lusamine and the others. And this time, they weren’t coming back without their mother.

Away Team

You’re in the Ultra Metropolis! Wow! Oh hey, look at that giant building, maybe there’s something interesting in there?

Or there’s all the Zones! Fire Zone! Water Zone! Camelot Zone! (Don’t go there, it’s a silly place.)

Or maybe you could talk with the leader of the Rescue Team, Mako, who is relaxing with Hoopa and her Hydreigon.

There’s also Lusamine to talk to, make sure she’s okay and all.

Orrr you could go tell Giovanni how much he sucks, maybe?

You’ve got downtime for a while, spend it as you please!

(OoC: Feel free to do starters for any of them. Setting up a top post for the Chase Team!)

etranger

Aether Paradise is a manmade island that normally floats on the seas of Alola.

'Normally'.

It's currently neither on the seas, or in Alola. Surrounding the pristine white buildings of the Paradise are an overcast sky and a ruined landscape - this is the world of the Ultra Ruins. A small team of trainers in hazard suits is flying in on a variety of Pokemon, looking around the out-of-place Paradise.

As the leader dismounts from her Hydreigon, she allows the small Pokemon she's carrying in her arms to float freely as the other two Trainers with her return their Braviary and Mandibuzz before releasing a Sawk and a Throh.

The strange bottle clipped to the side of her suit bounces against her hip as she walks up to the front door of the Paradise and knocks.

"Hello? Is there anyone in here?"

crazy_d_healing

[Content Warnings: Responses may contain reference to major injuries, death and bombs, as well as spoilers for character canon. Please note if any of these should be minimized in responses. Thank you]

It has been days since he’d slept. He’d passed out a few times since the attack, but that didn’t count as sleeping; he could remember the doctors explaining as much when he’d ended up back in the hospital days after release, too exhausted to even sit up. A state of unconsciousness did not actually rest the mind or body, they had said. At least now he recognized when he was getting there... not that it made the act of sleeping any easier.

Falling asleep had been hard, every time his eyes shut he heard some imagined sound that sent chills up his spine. Explosions that couldn't have been real, or a faint click that had once heralded pain in so many forms. It was after a few times of this he felt a steady weight and warmth on his chest, and glanced down to see the Furfrou with his head settled there. The comfort and warmth from that was enough to lure his eyes to closing, slipping into sleep finally.

Until he woke up mid-scream, a terrified cry in the shape of his best friend's name strangled from his throat thick with tears. He stared at the world above him, clinging to his bed as if it would fly away without the hold, tears slowly working their way down the sides of his face to soak into his messy, unstyled hair. It took all of his strength to muffle his sobs under heavy breathing. The Furfrou was beside him, giving small cries and nosing his cheek gently, trying to comfort him, and after a moment he settled it.

Slowly he rolled over and got to his feet, reaching for his jacket on habit, and heading away. Normally at this point he would go look at Okuyasu's house, the feeling of it being lived in still enough to soothe the fears running riot on his mind. But there was no old, decrepit looking mansion that held his best friend here, there was no seeing him in the morning to share a laugh and a smile with... There was no reminder that his survival wasn't just a fever dream born of pain, blood loss and desperation.

So he walked... he didn't have a goal, he just needed to move, maybe to run from his nightmare, maybe chasing the hope that whatever date had dropped him here would do the same for his best friend. As he walked he heard the soft steps of the pokemon walking beside him, and set his hand on its fluffy head. "Hey buddy... You've stuck around a lot... You looking to be my friend?" He asks, smiling softly. "You want a nickname? Cause if you're with me, you gotta have a cool name." He points out with some soft cheer. Letting his mind drift, he walks down to the beach and after setting his socks and shoes up on a dry area, with his pants rolled up, he steps out into the water a bit, to stand and watch it, as it reflects the night around him.

After a few moments he starts to cry, soft tears that he has no strength to stop, as he stands there in the moonlight, on the beach.

fallers_npcs

The rain has stopped. Dawn has broken out across Alola.

The battle has been won and Glomgold has been caught.

But without warning, Glomgold proved to be more slippery than he was, and slid out of Sena's arms, and clicked a button. A Ultra Hole blossomed and in his hands was a feather, a pinon of the phoenix Ho-Oh. With a swearing cry of "I'll get you next time, Fallers!" he dove through the Ultra Hole into another world.

And then, without warning, in the silence of everything, the Aether Foundation shook.

A massive Ultra Hole blossomed beneath it, and the land began to sink beneath it, swallowing the massive artificial island into the waters below. Before anyone could react, waves of reality swallowed members of the Fallers, but it couldn't get everyone and everything before the Ultra Hole swallowed Aether Foundation entirely.

And in the silence, the piercing laughter of Glomgold could be heard. "I win Scrooge, I win!" before he vanished into the morning skies.

3 Days Later...

Jack Morrison stood in the middle of a crowd of reporters, with his team of Overwatch members. "We, as a community, have defended you and your people, and ask nothing but forgiveness," said Morrison to the people of the Pokemon World. "As such, we turn ourselves to the government of this world, and their decision. Overwatch is no more, and we have been exiled from our own world. What little remains of the loyalists who have been exiled from our Earth, will be following us shortly as refugees into Alola, and beyond. We can only ask for your hospitality after the wrongs our people have caused you all."

"For the loss of your Arceus Plates, and the loss of the Aether Foundation and President Lusamine, we are sorry," added Jack, head bowed. "We hope, that in time, we can pay it forward. Overwatch is hereby disbanded, and our members will spread out, under the jurisdiction of INTERPOL. I am sorry."

As Jack Morrison stepped down, he was met by a young woman who stopped him. I.Z.U. stood there, tilting her head. "Commander Morrison, your presence is requested."

"By who?" asked Jack.

"By the Ultra Riders. It's time, to Ride into another world."

fallers_npcs

With the wind and rain howling, and the Blackwatch enemies thinning and the dawn rapidly approaching, it seemed like everything was finally getting to the point that the tired defenders were starting to go their way.

As dawn rapidly broke over the horizon, the thudding of a large machine could be heard coming up the road, as a massive Rhyperior was driven up the walk. “Ahahahahaha!” Laughed the portly duck riding on its shoulder. “Ye all gonna be flattened now! This is the Rhyperior Superior! It’s the latest in Poketech Autonomous Armor, and it’s gonna give you all a beatin! And then we’ll take what we wha-whoa whoa!”

With a slip off his feet, Glomgold fell off the Rhyperior Superior’s wet exterior and onto the ground with a loud splorch. Spitting out mud, he exclaimed, “That’s coming out of your paycheck!”

The Rhyperior Superior crashed through the school gate and took up position across from the tired battlers. It flexed in challenge.

With little stamina, it seemed like the defending team was on the back foot.

But then, as the rain stopped and the sun broke out, a rainbow glowed in the dawn’s light as a songbird’s cry could be heard. The warm glow of healing rejuvenating energy could be felt across the fallers and defending trainers as a cry went up. “Ho-Oh!”

Yes, the mythical bird had indeed come out of hiding, and was flying across the land, towards Aether Foundation where the storm was still lingering.

“After that bird!” Exclaimed Glomgold, taking chase as a small contingent of soldiers still standing took off towards the Aether Foundation.

Chase Team this is your time. Chase after Glomgold, prevent him from taking Ho-Oh for his own! THREAD IS BELOW!

Defense Team defeat the Rhyperior Superior!

Rhyperior Superior Wants to Battle!
Max Raid Battle has begun!
A Shield (Stack 6) has formed around Rhyperior Superior!
Rhyperior Superior has 4 moves! Rhyperior Superior can act up to 4 times in a battle!
Max Quake
Rock Throw
Earthquake
Steel Beam

fallers_npcs

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revolutionhawk

Shay wouldn’t (if he wanted to) say the rest of his Pokemon are as far along in their training as his Hawlucha, so most of his hopes for a backup powerhouse lie between his Cramorant, Scuttle, and his Rotom.

Also, there was something or whatever about the power of Alola from the Z-Crystals only working between a trainer and Pokemon with a close bond.

Overall, the teen hasn’t left himself with a lot of options, but no one ever said that Shay had complete impulse control whenever he’s set himself on a solo mission. And he felt it was about time he followed up on a mystery that’s been dangling itself in front of him ever since a certain someone gave him the Fightinium Z he now carries.

But trailing her would be too obvious for whoever knew about their connection for a fact. Too predictable, too risky. So while picking a different target, he frowns as recognizes certain faces among the other students supposedly from Galar.

For various reasons, Shay puts all of his old stealth and shadowing skills to the test, back in all of his old Resistance ‘gear’ (sunglasses included) as he ghosts the one going by the name “Yuki Mutou”.

Someone could stop him. Or make him explain himself. Or both. ~~Join him?~~

fallers_npcs

It seems that Overwatch got its orders.

With the doctors briefed, the medical supplies loaded, and the portals created, all the doctors, techs and aids were starting to move their things through the Ultra Holes back to Earth.

And here, Angela was sitting on a crate, looking over the manifest. And looking rather sad.

Maybe come talk to her?

blue_ice

They all needed a vacation, he'd said. They should take it together, he'd said.

After that little bit of uncharacteristic thoughtfulness on Kaiba's part, he regretted it almost immediately. But the plans were now set in motion, too far along to stop without undoing the progress he'd been making these last few weeks.

That was how he found himself on Hano Beach, dressed in his casual beach wear (with cargos. rip.) and sitting on a large trunk full of Stuff. His smaller Pokémon are nearby, playing in a shallow puddle he'd carefully dug for them and stuck an umbrella over.

There's a table with Anela's famous berry smoothies, also with an umbrella over it, and chairs for the humans to sit and relax. Have fun. Try not to kill each other.

blue_ice

...all right. The last few days have undoubtedly been Rough, so it's high time that everyone celebrate the lifting of the oppressive presence of Overwatch with some good-old fashioned relaxing!

option a: death by fluff

What better way to avoid stress than to follow the conflict-averse Wooloo? They didn't just vanish from the islands after being herded, after all. They're rolling their way up the mountain, calling to the trainers they pass along the way. Come pet them, they want the attention!

Just be careful: the mischievous creatures have been to known to push Trainers into each other for their own amusement. They're imitating their herders, the playful scamps.

option b: the hot springs

And if being warmed by fluff on all sides isn't your speed, the nearby hot springs are also an option! They're finally working properly once more, and there's no danger of having to join a flexing contest if you want to relax. Trainers and their Pokémon are welcome to wash their worries away.

It's a good chance to socialize, just...behave yourselves. We've had enough trouble for a while.

fallers_npcs

While the Fallers, Alolans and other people were resting after the ordeal the few days previous, a news report came onto the television.

“Good evening, this is the Pokemon Alolan News coming to you live from our studio. Today’s top story: Overwatch Confirmed to be Pulling Out of Alola! New reports are confirmed by head member of Jack Morrison of Overwatch, who has come forward with this to say.”

The scene changed to Jack Morrison who stood surrounded by microphones, who looked incredibly regretful. Was it a truthful regret? It actually looked remarkably real to the public. “We regret our actions at Overwatch, and the oppression that Representative Glomgold has done in our name. Members of Blackwatch have been employed under duress of force, and we have to be held accountable for that. As head of Overwatch, I will be taking responsibility for any and all actions, and cessation of aid to the good people of Alola, will be done, effective as soon as we can pull our people out without affecting the quality of life for their patients.”

A lot of flashes went off as Jack added, “My hope is that our relationship with the people of the Pokemon World is not irreparable scarred, and that we can hope to achieve lasting peace with our efforts, what little we have left. Thank you.”

The scene cut to the news reporter. “Overwatch is scheduled to pull out their medical aid as soon as January 14th from the Alolan Region. In other news, INTERPOL has released an official report that the Overwatch Soldiers who were deployed to Alolan Soil have been contained thanks to the efforts of the Pokemon G-Men, under none other than Lance, former Elite Four Member and his men. There is no word on what their target was, other than unrest in the Pokemon region of Alola, but speculation runs high.”

“In local news, the Pilgrimage of Compassion is still on for the end of the month, as Kahuna Olivia tells the story.”

“The Pilgrimage of Compassion dates back to the original birth of the region, where the Radiant One filled out land with light. We travel to the foot of Wela, that evening and carry a candle with us. With it, we hope to bring our love, joy and caring thoughts to those who we cherish the most.” said Olivia on the screen.

“Lastly today we have the Ohana Festival. On the 12th of the month, even among the turmoil and stress, the people of our land, prepare for the New Year, as we celebrate Ohana. Remember that our families, friends and loved ones. Remember the motto of our land for Ohana means no one gets left behind or forgotten. This is Channel Six News.”

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fallers_npcs

Seto emerged from the mists into the Team Rainbow Rocket base, holding the Y Tattoo over his eye. In his hand, he clutched the three God Cards, and the two Master Balls. The light over his eye shone brilliantly before fading. “Ugh,” he groaned, slumping down against the table.

“You’re missing a Pokemon,” said a voice as hands came down and helped him to a chair. “Yielding, you need to stop pushing yourself.”

“Can’t stop… all I am is shadow now,” said Y with a soft whisper. “It’s all I am, just a Lingering Will, a shadow of my former self…”

“Oh, Yielding, you’re missing the finer things with this. Pushing yourself like this will do nothing but burn you out.” the voice said. From behind Yielding was Bunbee, a worried look on his face. “Of course, I don’t think the Trainers realized anything just yet…”

“I lost HIm though,” said Yielding. “The Ring Spirit stole Him. If he opens the Master Ball…”

“That won’t happen,” said the second voice other than Bunbee. “I’ll keep an eye on him from a distance.”

“I trust you would.” Bunbee said, looking at the corner of his eye, towards where the second voice was.

“I’ve been watching them for a while now. After all… It’s what’s good being Unseen for, isn’t it? Bunbee?” said Unseen, smiling at him.

Yielding sighed a little. “At least you two can seemingly play together like this.”

“Oh, come on, you both are among my favorites.” Bunbee said, grinning. “Besides, you all work together quite well.” He looked towards Unseen’s location. “How have the others handled things?”

“Capable and Ready are working towards the next phase of our plan, but locating the Legendary is hard work,” said Unseen. “We might need to wait a while, until things calm down a little.”

“Of course.” Bunbee said. “Between Glomgold’s little stunt and what we just dealt with, things are too hectic. Hopefully, things will straighten themselves out in the end. Hopefully.” Deep inside, Bunbee was a little annoyed - didn’t they learn their lesson from that troll earlier?!

“We’ll get through it. And then everyone will be able to get back to their own lives,” said Unseen. Their expression softened. “A perfect world…”

“Before the red star,” said Yielding, touching his face.

“Yes, yes…” If there was one thing Bunbee honestly couldn’t stand at this point was their obsession with the perfect world. “But, we’re also missing the last piece and then there’s the idea of trying to make things work…!”

“If it works, then we need to make sure that everything falls into place…” said Unseen. “I need to get back. People will figure out I’m missing if I’m gone too long.”

“I must rest,” said Yielding, starting to get up.

“Go on back, then.” Bunbee said to Unseen. “As for you, Yielding, I’ll take those…” With that, he would go to take up the God Cards as well as the captured Palkia from him, the other not fighting the action.

Yielding nodded, handing them over before heading out. Unseen nodded before exiting as well, leaving Bunbee to his thoughts.

bloomingdespite

When Jenny comes to take her away, Zahra doesn't resist.

They don't make a move as they're shoved into the car. They barely even blink.

And when they arrive at their cell, they lie down on the cot and stare up at the ceiling.

For two days straight.

With an occasional break for bio and food.

somebody probably needs to talk to them oh boy,,,

revolutionhawk

A - Breakthrough Skill

Anyone with or without the intent to locater Shay will find him in the middle of training on the beach. Sometimes it’s as simple as pitting his party against each other or the occasional wild Pokemon mutually itching for a fight.

Other times as the teen keeps up his training and patrol regime, his Hawlucha is like a mirror version of their trainer as they imitate and spar. Spending more time with the rest of his team is something Shay has to work on, but he can justify extra focus for the avian luchador when they’re the one he’ll be leaning on for an upcoming challenge.

....

...... So, he’s rather disgruntled if it’s a bunch of literally grass green armored soldiers that end up coming up to him, which is an understatement really.

"What do you want?"

"By the authority of Overwatch, all items of Fallers tech and research are being confiscated!" Speaks one, before they pull out an index card from somewhere- just to be able to continue their spiel. "And there’s evidence that you, Shay Obsidian, have a suspicious item! A… ‘Duel Disk’ to be exact!:

To this, the teen mutters to himself about not having time for this already nonsense (on so many levels) attempt at martial law. "And what if I said I don’t know what you’re talking about?"

"Then you’ll be searched and taken into custody!"

And you know what, Shay thinks he’s fine with a bit more of a challenge for himself than a Pokemon that has to hold back their power and strength against him, as he meanwhile examines from relatively afar the equipment and dented armor.

“Right.” Shay pulls out the aforementioned duel disk from his (brand new) coat and holds it up for just a moment. “Come get it.”

The soldiers look at each other, then one bumps a different one to go and fetch the thing. But of course, by the time that happens, Shay lightly tosses over to his Hawlucha and in another swift motion, he grabs the one and slams them head over heels deep into the sand.

"That’s what I think of your so-called authority on Alola. Which one of you morons is next?"

B - Readiness (Closed for Dark TRIAL)

The actual moment Shay was training for was at hand. While his Hawlucha as stoic about the matter, it clearly means a lot to the bird when they look up at their trainer with unease about the challenge and get a soothing pat on the head for it.

"Just stick to the plan. I know you have good instincts."

Wildcard!
Got something else in mind? Come at me!

bloomingdespite

( there's bound to be a few things, even several things, you're gonna find very difficult to forgive )

luckydragonsfoot

January 5th, Evening

He dreams often.

No more often than he did at home, maybe. Normally they're less...voltile though, he thinks. And that's probably not the fault of this place given when they started getting this way- ever since his interactions with the Ring Spirit (the 'Other Bakura' doesn't seem to fit anymore, much to his growing irritation, and to try the words feels like oil on his tongue). But that doesn't change the unfortunate part of it, the part that has had Wicke carefully greeting him with pots of tea when a literal herd of pokemon are leading him over to a couch in the living room and turning on lamps because trying to sleep after visions such as those is near impossible.

The dreams happen regardless though, and on the eve of the 5th comes one with such urgency he can practically feel the monsters of his deck (and in his pocket) stir.

Because it is dark. Night time. There are words lowly being muttered over the air by a figure in the shadows, words that feel as if they should be familiar in their intent but not their tongue. They are not words he has ever learned, and yet the shadows themselves recognize them with concerning clarity. The words are filled with might. Filled with strength, and power-

White hair blows violently in the wind, and light shines across it (through it, from it) before the vision moves to reveal still more in flashes. Flashes of fire, and firelight. Flashes of a building, a great 'O' symbol with what could be a 'W' formed within it shining under blaring lights.

Sirens.
Sirens are sounding, and the islands practically quake as he overlooks them all, three great and mighty powers rising to the Call. The first forming from earth, great and necrotic fists clenched tight. The second from the seas, massive and coiling, a scarlet storm with twin mouths. And the third, sending a shock through his very being as he chokes and threatens to scream in reality, gold feathers and golden armor spinning from the clouds.

The Gods tower over the island so many of them call home, and the figure in the shadows reaches. Reaches as massive chains of unnatural red launch forth around the gods, an echoing cry rising to meet that of the God's own. A shout that could rend space itself, from lines, from jewels, from pearls, pearls, p-

"KhhHUUUUUHHH-!"

Something is going to happen.

Katsuya throws his jacket on, ignoring the violent 'buzzing' sensation from the pocket as he fumbles around for his Rotomdex.

"Rotom- Rotom, shit- c'mon wake up!" he snaps, the dex beeping confusedly as he makes for the door in panic.

"Nnnn-zzrrt! What is it, I was sleeping..!!"

"Not th' time, call Kaiba! ...Call Zahra! ...Fuck, call everyone, I don' care, we need-" He pauses, and turns to where he knows, just knows somehow, that Wicke will be turning the corner. "...Wicke!"

Something is going to happen.

They don't have a lot of time.

[[OOC - This is a forward dated post, taking place late January 5th; people can respond using the Rotomdex network assuming that Katsuya's rotom contacted them, but they should not feel obligated to do so! This post is, ultimately, more of a Prelude...]]

swiftasacoursingkawa

Finding the place hadn't been easy. Guzma had been reluctant to tell Sena or Adora anything about it, and they couldn't go to Lusamine to ask, what with Overwatch keeping tabs on her. But Kukui, on the other hand, had been surprisingly forthcoming, although all he'd given them was a vague hint about a hidden door somewhere in the new Stadium.

That had been enough. Searching around the base had netted them a secret door at the seemingly empty end of a hallway, and taking it leads to an elevator down into the depths of the stadium. And that led them to another door...one completely locked up with no visible keypad or lock. The only thing there is an odd camera-like device, and a speaker...the light above it a bright red. They're stumped.

"How're we supposed to get in? Did Lusamine give you some kinda secret key or something?"

"Eh?! W-W-Why would she give me anything like th-"

As if responding to his voice, the light suddenly flashes green, and a neutral female voice sounds through the speaker.

"Ultra Rider Zero-One, confirmed."

"...Eh?"

The door unlocks and allows Sena to pull it open, revealing a room very similar to the secret lab that Lusamine had shown Sena some time prior, equipped with multiple buckles and other equipment for additional Ultra Riders. Before Sena and Adora can step inside to get a better look, however, a hologram boots up in front of them. It's a young female with bob-cut hair, dressed in a white and green suit dress over black. She speaks in the same neutral voice from before, making it evident that she's related to whatever computer system just recognized Sena as the first Ultra Rider.

"Greetings, Ultra Rider Zero-One. I have been awaiting your-"

SLAM.
...
...
...

"...Sena, why'd you shut the door?"

"...No, I was just surprised..."

bloomingdespite

One, two, three, four.

Zahra takes a deep breath, stepping out of the jungle.

One, two, three, four.

This was it. After their trial with Gumshoos, after weeks of training and fighting and living in the jungle...

One, two, three, four.

This was their first real fight.

One, two, three, four.

Standing in the clearing around Kahuna Hala's house, Zahra shouts, "KAHUNA HALA! I've come to undertake your Grand Trial!"

This is it.

cureofmanyworlds

"There she is! Get her!"

Ever since the announcement about Overwatch's takeover, the soldiers Glomgold had introduced had began patrolling the islands. There had been reports that various unknown Fallers had been unceremoniously taken into custody, which has also upset the natives in their supposed "authority". This was even making other Fallers go into hiding.

Of course, this was not enough for one Faller as Nozomi, tired of being cooped up, escaped into town... and found herself confronted by the soldiers. Nozomi was "special" to them, as she was the first Faller to enter Alola without "falling" in. Of course, going into custody was NOT in her plans, summoning her Victini and having it use Searing Shot to scatter the soldiers and allowing Nozomi to escape as Cure Dream.

Of course, this meant that she was now being chased by these invaders. One leap had a soldier snag her boot, leading to Nozomi strike the man, pulling off her boot and letting her magic create a new one.

"This is ridiculous!" Nozomi shouted as she landed on the ground. "The transfer hasn't been made official! Stop this now!"

"Under the authority of Overwatch, with Aether under lockdown, we will take over officially now!" the soldier said

luckydragonsfoot

WARNINGS: This log involves the discussion of topics such as death, and slaughter (albeit in the past tense); please tread carefully if you want to read!

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It's not yet the new year, and honestly Katsuya is glad. It's a bit of an excuse to stay outside, stay out even after he's done at the hospital, even after he should be long back at Wicke's for something to eat, something to do, something to study, something to-

He's been staring at nothing for the last five minutes as his ponyta gets him from point A to point B and ultimately by the time they're out she's skidding to a stop and letting him roll off to gasp painfully for air as if he hasn't been breathing at all (and part of him hasn't, part of him remembers what that feels like, to lose the air in the lungs because there is nothing left to power them,).

Katsuya gasps for air and pulls himself roughly to his knees, and then to some sort of sitting position against the nearest rock to hold his head. Everything hurts. Everything. Nothing makes sense- Why did the Ring Spirit, the Other Bakura, know? He's missing details and he can't bring himself to care because frankly right now all his mind wants to do is laugh bitterly about how Silly he's being, You Can't Die Twice.

"Hhhhhaaaah....hahhhhh..."

He's yet to notice Kaseri has rushed off. For good reason, of course.

He needs help, and he's hardly smart enough to get it.