Fallers - A Pokemon RP

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...]]

[LET'S START THE NEW YEAR WITH A BANG]

In the new year on Alola, the islands are as pleasant as ever. The sun rises upon a relatively warm climate, the tropical air still chilly from the night before. On Akala specifically this is no different- pokemon are allowed out in to the fields at Paniola ranch, and the air is filled with nothing but quiet rustling sounds from the grass and the distinct hum of nincada.

And then-

"HHHEEEEEE...CHAR!"

The SNEEZE is heard.

Flame rises up into the air like a stringshot directly heavenward, a bright bolt that grabs the attention of everything around. And from there-

Oh.

Oh no.

Chaos.

[CHAOS INDEED]

How Leon made it to Paniola Ranch when he was supposed to be going to the Aether Foundation to converse over some details of what he'd done in the recent weeks alongside one of the Fallers is ultimately irrelevant, because it's Leon. It's sort of his thing. What isn't perhaps his thing, is his Charizard getting a nasty case of hayfever and spooking everything around them with a sneeze.

The various herding pokemon of the ranch have gone nanabs. Alongside the native pokemon of the ranch, entire crowds of already skittish creatures who have been wandering out through smaller wormholes from various regions of the world as of late are also set off, fleeing from the tentatively accepted shelters of their would be rescuers in panic. Within hours, they're all over Akala island- clustering in droves, moving place to place whenever they feel threatened again.

Ultimately, one could catch from the mess of course- but the Ranch hands at Akala would really appreciate it if people could just help bring the herds back. They're just scared, and need somewhere safe!

[THE BIG!]

Many of the larger pokemon are finding refuge in the wilds- though more headstrong sorts, like Tauros, are looming angrily on the direct routes, charging at anyone who might be in their way. Roaming in herds, they're inclined to fight first and run away later- which is especially threatening if it's a cluster of miltank using roll out.

Ponyta, their Galaran counterparts, Tauros, Miltank, and even Mudbray are the primary culprits of this nonsense, stampeding about and ruining the roads with their hooves. It's frankly a blessing that their older counterparts where applicable are nowhere to be seen- can you imagine the damage from Mudsdale?

[THE SMALL...]

The smaller ones however...that's where the real chaos hits.

While the larger of pokemon are rushing about through the roads and routes, various 'softer' pokemon have apparently decided that lawns and even rooftops are a better idea. Filling city after city and tromp-ling along between them with pitter pattery hooves, the goat-likes and sheep-likes can be seen bleating their upset and chewing up everyone's flowers.

That, or sunbathing on the roof. The local Jennys are at a complete loss on how to get all of them down given that it's not something they've really dealt with before, and with all the route complications happening elsewhere, they're really stretched thin! Mareep, Skiddo, and Wooloo can all be found throughout the towns at various points over the course of the week or so, until at last the final ones are herded back home.

Eventually.

[AND SO,]

And so, by the end of the week, the Ranch should be full again. Everyone is grateful- from Kiawe's family to the various dog pokemon whose job it was to try and corral all the cute beasties back into place. As thanks for helping out, everyone should get a chance to enjoy some Moomoo milk and cheese- it tastes great with crackers!