"Hmm... Maybe that one's too nice." Tuesday considers then, pausing beneath a tall spire and placing a hand upon the egg. The tips of her fingers are marked by gold, but they do not mark the egg as well. The involuntary Midas Touch does not always activate, and this time around, her touch is as gentle and careful as it gets. Looking down upon a shell of colours that match her own gaze, she speaks again:

"Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee..."

The Kraken by Lord Alfred Tennyson.

She'd continue, but a nearby sound steals her attention – golden cat ears perking up with curiosity. Is it a wild pokémon? Is it hostile? Just in case, Ancile is released, the Cryogonal being ever ready to act as her shield...

<'My liege! Are you alright?'>

Ancile's concerned tone rings in her ears, causing them to twitch once. The grass feels soft, nice, even if the scent of the plants and moist soil results to be rather overwhelming when lying in this particular position. Her nose wrinkles.

"Ha. Yeah, yeah. Is the egg okay?"

She barely turns her head, but it's all that she needs to do for confirmation to come: finding herself greeted with the sight of an approaching Cryogonal that still firmly holds onto the heavy bag.

Good.

All is as planned.

Her whole body aches. Why is it that this game is so painful sometimes? Oh, right, realistic pain threshold settings and all of that...

Tuesday takes a deep breath, rolling onto her back over the grass and looking down at the bag she holds onto as if it were the most important thing she has ever carried. In this game, it might just be.

The Kyogre egg looks just fine. Unharmed, undamaged, and utterly unperturbed by what had just happened. In relief, she sighs.

Now, hopefully no more wild pokémon will try to eat her little unborn Legion...

Tuesday is not one for standing still while her Pokémon gets to have all the fun, and so a decision is made quickly enough. Finding a well-protected spot beneath a spire, Tuesday sets down the bag, patting the glistening shell of the deity's egg. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Not like the egg can move or anything, but you know... good measure and all that.

Alexa is summoned from her inventory; the gelid steel of the immovable spear bringing a certain comforting feeling. Safety. Protection. Power.

"Alright, Ancile. Don't let go." Tuesday commands, ever calm.

The ice chains tighten their hold, paired with a CONFUSE RAY that causes the steel dragon to let out both indiscriminating attacks and metallic roars. It's loud, it's dangerous, but she approaches by its blind spot — her steps being as quick and silent as those of the felines she had taken other features from. And, then...

And then Tuesday jumps onto the Duraludon's back, immovable spear in hand and ready to be jabbed right into its weak spot.

Tuesday is never one to expect backup unless she calls for backup, and even when she does, she sure as hell won't take it easy on her opponents in the meantime. So, how does she react to the appearance of Sarah Lee and her enthusiastic Braixen? Well, as should be expected of her, obviously...

"Oh. Hey, Sarah!" The catgirl smiles at the Kindler, both feet firmly on the Duraludon's shoulders while in the middle of jabbing Alexa right in the hinge between the dragon's head and "neck". Is it brutal? Maybe, but hey, this thing had wanted to eat her Kyogre egg! Some would say it's some motherly instinct or whatever. The truth, though? The truth is just that Tuesday is a little menace.

"Alexa, stay put." She commands the immovable spear, then gracefully jumping off the Duraludon's back so the pokémon can finish the job now that it's been immobilized.

The moment she stands at a safe enough distance, Ancile strikes with a NIGHT SLASH, and Tuesday pats the egg that is now safe from harm.

"At least we're getting easy cash."

The Duraludon falls to the might of their combined attacks, unable to even attempt an escape due to the immovable spear locking it in place. Without the dragon there, the weapon will appear as if it were floating in midair, but even then it would be impossible to get it to budge.

"Maybe it's the circlet." Tuesday jokes, tapping on the circlet she wears with one index finger. "Don't dragons love kidnapping princesses? If we're going by fairy-tale rules, that is."

Kind of an archetype in those sort of things, no?

Yet, Tuesday is pretty damn sure the Duraludon had been more interested in the egg she now holds.

With the beast not fallen, she nods to her Cryogonal, and after speaking the command word "Alexa.", gelid chains pull the immovable spear out of steel and offer it to Tuesday. She throws a pokéball for capture, and her attention returns to Sarah Lee then.

"How about I let you know if I find another, and you do the same? Help each other beat them up faster, profit, and all of that." She winks. All about that cash.

"It's a beautiful circlet," Sarah agreed, "and I bet the dragons don't expect the princess to fight back, either." She grinned, taking out her own Golden Pokeball and catching a copy of the massive beast.

"The BYTES are nice, but it's a challenge I want. I've beaten...four of these now. I would love something harder." She stretched her neck, looking up at one of the spires, and then over to Tuesday.

"Maybe there are stronger dragons somewhere out there, and I just need more jewelry to lure them out."