[ti]worldevent[/ti]WORLD EVENT: THUNDERFALL RAID

ZONE A > ZONE B

"What do you mean Sarah Lee and Laguna aren't here? They left?"

Morgana stood rooted to the spot, absolutely flabbergasted. She had her blue wig in one hand, her naturally brown hair already bound up and secured beneath a lunchlady hairnet. She'd swapped out her usual long dress for a perky sailor uniform. She had breast pads. She was ready.

"How much did I miss them by?" She stomped her foot, irritated beyond measure, and almost slipped on the icy platform. "What a waste!"

Or maybe it wasn't. With Laguna out of the picture, what was stopping Morgana from completely stealing her identity? Becoming Laguna, so to speak? Usurping a trusted figurehead of the community to serve her own evil, evil agenda?

She'd struck a pose in the middle of the elevator platform, standing on top of her Probopass to really draw attention like a homecoming queen on a float. "Everyone, I am Laguna!" she called seductively, wiggling her fingers. "Watch as I dance and pass my lady buffs to you!"

She struck a few token yoga poses, got bored, and then brought out her hand glider. "Well, toodle-oo! You're on your own now!" she called as she and Probopass lifted off the ground, departing the sordid platform in favor of the club-exclusive Zone D.

"Zapdos, know my name! Know my hair color and general outfit!" Bergamot cried as she flew by with her mustached Pokemon, cheeks rosy pink with cold. "I, Laguna, speaking on behalf of my friend Sarah Lee, want you to know..."

She ripped off her wig dramatically. "...I'm not actually Laguna! Ohohoho! So gullible."

Probopass fired a barrage of Mini-Noses at Zapdos's wingpit/armpit and they moved on, ice forming on the leading edge of her glider. She sent out Guillotine to heal up Probopass's nose as they honed in on their target: the inglorious (and currently exploding) Kath Ulu.

The villainess swooped down towards Zone B, where the ponytailed gardener was currently hanging off Zapdos's big wing, crying. "A-ha! Finally, someone interesting. Are you ready to join the dark side yet?" she called as she swooped overhead. "I notice you're in a pretty precarious position to refuse."

Probopass - Sweeper - 50/250 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Recoil
Action: Fast Atk x4 (654 DMG)
Battle Log:
- Took 100 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 30 + 100 DMG from Environment
- Buff +10, Bonuses +10, Healing 30

Piplup - Support - 250/350 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Buff (Probopass)
Action: Heal (Probopass)
Battle Log:
- Took 50 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 50 Dmg from Environment
- Bonuses +10

“Orion, what–” Ash listens closely to the call, falling silent. Alarm and confusion begins to grow on the Professor’s face as she begins to tune in to other players’ dialogue as well. "Cygnus, am I missing something? Has Zapdos been attacking the Steppes? Or... people?" Had she missed a report? She'd been so busy...

"Certainly not," Cygnus snorts. "My Guild's wagon train roves all over these Steppes. If something had happened, we'd know about it."

Ash has nothing to say. Cygnus's words do not explain the blind defiance trainers scream to the winds. It's as if they're fighting something else entirely, taking out their rage and fury on some figure from their pasts.

A chill comes over Ash as she realizes she knows nothing about you. Who you are. Where you come from. Where her employers have pulled you from before you joined her survey team, and what biases you may hold.

Ash has never questioned this before. But hearing players rant and rail, calling Zapdos king, calling him God, she can hardly believe her ears. It's like if you called Animal Control and heard the dogcatchers swearing eternal revenge or making promises for a bright future together.

"Are they out of their minds?"

"What?" Cygnus frowns. "They certainly seem worked up for the situation. Perhaps they fight harder when they feel justified in a cause."

"It's absurd. Let me speak to them." Ash takes the microphone and a hologram of her appears back on the Zone A elevator platform.

"Trainers, Zapdos is a Pokemon. He may have some supernatural abilities, but I implore you not to lose focus on our goal. There is no purpose in anthropomorphizing such a creature, no matter how powerful he may be."

"Pokemon are our beloved partners, but they are not people. Though we can guess at their motives, we can never truly know their minds. It is neither fair nor productive to project your feelings onto Zapdos. Focus on the shrine. Distance your hearts from this conflict, or I fear someone will get truly hurt."

"I have never claimed to be lord or god. You humans love to put words in my mouth," snarls Zapdos, and you realize it's true. There is zero indication of this. Where were you getting this from again? A moniker that has only ever appeared in game text, never spoken aloud?

"Whatever insult you've imagined, it is nothing compared to the insult on me. When I said leave, I meant get out of here. My sky. My cloud. I sought no quarrel with you. I have flown peacefully in this storm for months. You are the invading force.”

System Admin:ProfessorAsh is the one who instigated this strike team. She is the one who summoned you, asked Cygnus to train you, and now coaches your conflict from the sidelines.

Perhaps you assumed there had to be more to it. Perhaps you assumed the game would cover your bases, would not pit neutral forces against one another, that every ‘huh, the villain has a good point’ moment would be undercut by the typical Pokemon message of ‘but they’re actually evil, so it’s fine.’

Perhaps you forgot UNOVR is a different kind of Pokemon game.

Zapdos does not know this. This is not a game to him. He cannot guess your meta-motives, cannot understand that you are here to participate in a pre-designed MMO raid with other virtual gamers from all around North America. He cannot understand some of you are operating on assumptions gleaned from Reddit fan theories.

At best, he can only assume your ignorance.

"The truth is you know nothing about me, or my shrine, or what it does, or what it will do. You come in here with your final speeches and your last stands like you're not invaders in my home.”

The truth stands. Make no mistake– for all the good in humankind, for all the very real and genuine love and trust between Pokemon and people, the premise of UNOVR is rooted in expansionism. An empty world to explore, new Pokemon to catch, new settlements to build, and new frontiers to colonize. Free for the taking, from sea to shining sea.

If you don’t count Pokemon as people, that is.

You were misled. You trusted someone who didn’t have the full picture– someone who doesn’t even know Pokemon are sentient creatures, much less that they might have rights on par with humankind. Now you’re in too deep to turn back. Or are you?

You’ve learned to change the world. But can you change your mind?

+5 Question your actions
+5 Talk to Professor Ash

THUNDERFALL: CYCLE 3

You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense

“Do not pretend to know the nature of my trials, human!” Zapdos rasps as Orion dangles from his beak. He turns his head around to glare over his back as the fighter slips away, but the man has clearly struck a nerve. He glowers at the others such as Kazuki and @kallisto, now scattering to the four corners of the battlefield. “You speak of the Corruption as though it might be defeated just by waving a wand and crying friendship. It is insidious. Were it within my power, I would have cleansed it myself already.”

orioncayge HAS UNLOCKED A CUTSCENE:

SPOILER: Click to show

{CUTSCENE: THE CURSED DAY}

All players see the cutscene. It plays in the space of a moment, loading itself into your consciousness like a movie you’ve seen so many times that you can watch it with your eyes closed.

Clouds of spilled ink gather on the horizon, rifted by inverted lightning. The sky is red. Smoke rises in the distance, boiling in strange, unnatural shapes. Eyes. Arteries. Teeth. A broken arch.

The plains below are speckled with the shapes of monstrous foes. Splinters of pure steel pin disintegrating bodies to the earth, driven through each of their chests like stakes through vampire hearts.

Two birds meet on the battlefield, one blue, one gold. The blue one wears a dark circlet, the gold one carries a staff of bright metal.

“Moltres is dead,” says Zapdos.

His voice sounds different, as if this scene took place before centuries of screaming. “Birchwild has been overrun. She was the strongest of us. If she has been taken by the Corruption, what hope do we have?”

“Moltres was not afraid to die,” Articuno answers, steadily. “She knew the risks, and took precautions. Before she left for battle, she planted her helm in the Birchwild Grove, and bound her power there. The Corruption will not have it.”

“You’re suggesting we do the same?” Zapdos growls, feathers bristling. “I am not so foolhardy as to fly unarmed into battle! Moltres may enjoy self-immolation, but I do not!”

“I’m not saying we fight,” says Articuno calmly. He looks Zapdos steadily in the eye. “I’m saying we retreat.”

“I will not let our power fall into the hands of the Corruption. I see no glory in a hopeless war. There is a place we can go, I think, that will be beyond the scourge’s reach.”

“The Dream World? For how long?” Zapdos snarls. “I have no desire to spend centuries playing storybook games with you.”

“It is time. Time to plan. Time to study. Time to learn about our enemy. So when the time of darkness ends and the curse lifts, we are ready. ”

“And if it never ends? If I’m trapped playing Kings and Princes with you for eternity?”

Articuno gazes steadily at his brother. “All things come to an end. That is the way of the world.”

Zapdos raises the Giant Shrine again and a familiar electric hum fills the air as he heals the literal hole and scorch marks Kath Ulu’s Drillbur excavated in his back. “I waited years for the world to recover. Manacled. Powerless. Now when at last I am whole, humankind would steal it from me? Cry for me to share, like any part of me is yours to claim?”

Savage yellow eyes glow as they hone in on what remains of Kath’s suicide-bomber Drilbur and then the wingpit-assaulting Bergamot Gristleborg’s Pokemon, vaporizing them with a glance.

orioncayge, Bergamot Gristleborg and Kath Ulu have drawn AGGRO
DETECT DAMAGE: 403
All players take full damage.

The titan surges forward, his beak carving a shuddering path along the length of the platform. Chunks of hard light spray up in his wake. The platform flickers, and for a second you can see through the usually opaque surface. The reality that you're standing on cracking glass high above the ground is impossible to ignore.

ZONE A takes 397 (Drill Peck)
Reduced by HALF for players on EASY

“I do not owe you favors. I do not owe you gratitude. I don't owe you kindness. I don't owe you satisfaction, or a side to root for, or a "peaceful" resolution. You brought the fight to me.”

Zapdos' wings turn from static feathers to sleek, sharp steel. He wheels in the air, and the trainers that have taken to the air in Zone D are slashed like lettuce in a blender. As if drawn to this new source of metal, the storm pulls in close. Bolts of brutal lightning strike his wings, turning patches of steel red hot and sending waves of electricity crackling along the surface.

ZONE D takes 426 (Steel Wing)
ZONE C takes 393 (Thunder)
ZONE B takes 424 (Thunder)
Reduced by HALF for players on EASY

“But perhaps I was wrong to assume this attack was personal," Zapdos rasps. "Your misguided words tell me none of you have any idea the consequences of what you ask.” He clutches the Giant Shrine in his talons, knuckles whitening. An edge enters his voice. “If you release the power of the shrine, it will—”

An arc of fire tears through the clouds below Zapdos, piercing the thunderstorm like a meteor falling towards the sky. The shapes of a thousand burning spirits collide with Zapdos, blasting him sideways and burning the truth to ashes in his mouth.

"Moltres, wretched sister! You'd destroy us all!"

Ash's voice sounds across the platform. "Remarkable work! Moltres is lending us her aid. This is your chance to get the shrine!" Lightning arcs across the platform, blackening the hard light surface and blowing out one of the speakers in a squeal of static that momentarily drowns out Ash. "—all attacks on the shrine and get it out of Zapdos' grasp!" she urges.

The thunderous air burns around you as an army of fallen soldiers return to battle once more. Firelight fills the storm from the inside, and the clouds dissolve in bursts of rainbow light so bright that you can see them with your eyes closed.

Zapdos shrieks at the betrayal and lightning bursts from his body, cracking the frozen sky into a thousand shards.

+5 Focus your attack on the shrine

ZONE A > ZONE B

She arrived back on Platform A, with the ground below her cracking and the sky above burning with crimson flames.

The gates of the Everworld had been thrown wide open, and the spirits of fallen warriors swarmed Zapdos. They ignited the storm, hissing as they passed through the press of thunderclouds.

Sarah brought up her UI and tapped the image of the professor that had been hanging in the corner all battle. A line in her comms opened, and she spoke quickly to the Professor. "We did it, but I think...I think we've made the wrong decision Professor. Moltres leant us her fire, and the warrior spirits from the Everworld, but I think this shrine is part of Zapdos. What happens if we take it away from him?"

The cutscene had explained a lot about the world. About the legendary birds and their place in Asper. They weren't just guardians of the shrines, they were the native people of this land. The Giant Shrine didn't belong to everyone, like some National Park. It was Zapdos' property. He made it, he put it here and, after an absence, he had come to reclaim it.

They had brought the fight to him!

She was from Hawai'i. She knew how America treated the people it came to assimilate. It didn't matter how justified or righteous people believed their cause to be. If Zapdos didn't want to let them use the shrine then it wasn't a matter of force. It was a matter of finding another option.

It wasn't right to attack Zapdos, and attacking the shrine was a perilous middle-ground with unknown consequences.

"The story of the world is written in fire."

She stared up at the flaming skies. They'd brought the fire, but now her stomach burned with uncertainty. Had they done wrong? No. Letting Moltres join Zapdos would have just been a slaughter. There was a way through this, she was sure of it.

She wouldn't attack Zapdos, and she wouldn't attack the shrine either.

There had to be another option.

Druddigon - Tank - 236/700 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: None
Action: None
Battle Log:
- Took 0 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 30 Dmg from Environment
- Other (Healing, Buffs, etc)

ZONE A >>> ZONE C

What in fresh hell was going on?

Kallisto knew from the start that he had little clue what was going on. He was just following the crowd to participate in the event, which was a game-related goal. It was only on the shaking platform did he overhear that this whole thing could actually be tied to the corruption as he knew it, and if them succeeding in defeating Big Bird meant that they could push back the corruption and take away his parasite, then obviously he wanted to win.

But it wasn't. There were too many missing pieces of the puzzle that he made through assumptions, and Big Bird was rightfully pissed, slamming mainly the old players for their insolence. A case of withheld information, was it? ❝How delightfully cruel.❞ he muttered. This was the unreliable narrator taken to the extreme - after all, it wasn't the NPCs that were feeding them lies, it was the players jumping into conclusions, creating their own narrative to motivate them to win the raid. But if the thing they were supposed to take down was throwing ammo that went against everything they stood for, and the game supported this by showing a cutscene, then where did that leave the players? Though he had to admit, the cutscene, amidst the chaos and raining of lightning and fire, did little to explain the truth behind this whole matter.

He had been continuing to play UNOVR because he felt obligated to see the story he had gotten himself through. He wasn't just going to give up on his Pokemon because he suffered a painful setback, even if it affected his mental faculties for a while there (call it seriously unhealthy, but it did make Kallisto reconsider how he dealt with that experience in his life. It was a wake-up call he didn't want but need, and to face it head on felt like a possible means to give it closure). Closure. His lessons back in college came to the forefront as he lost his footing and could feel the very real sensation of falling.

Kallisto cursed as he let his steampunk wings unfurl, but not because he was falling, but because he was in too deep to back down now. He had to gather more information. Demand it so that he could actually continue this and hope that he wasn't just dooming the server as they knew it to an endless black and violent void. Stay calm, Rems. he thought, This is not just about you.

A part of the platform's segments broke and tumbled past the clouds. Kallisto's feet were no longer on solid ground but air, though that was to change quickly as his first destination was Professor Ash. ❝Professor!❞ his thoughts were racing on what he should even ask. ❝You mentioned research, you--about the shrine, you said it was tied to your research. About what? The corruption? About Big Bird?❞ he realized it then that he had asked a certain question to the wrong NPC. It made his eyes widen as a thunderclap boomed in the sky, momentarily turning the sky dark and then light. Does she even care?

❝The players are losing faith in you, Professor. I don't know if you simply don't have access or are deliberately turning away from it, but we can hear the bird. If you don't do something, you will lose.❞

A bolt of lightning struck the nearby ground, signaling that he should no longer linger here. Flying off to one of the zones closer to Big Bird, he pulled out both Ballista's and Aegis's Poke Balls. Ballista would lead the way, escaping and covering Aegis, for he was the only one who could defend the other Pokemon and join in the disruption. It was difficult to fly too close though - for sure Kallisto didn't want to be standing directly on top of their opponent. From this angle, he could see all hell break loose - apparently, those were the souls of the Everworld from another bird fighting Big Bird. Why was the yellow legendary so hell-bent in keeping its shrine when his sibling was flippant otherwise? Truly, he would have to hold out to get to the bottom of this.

Cyndaquil - Sweeper | Prinplup - Tank

Core Abilities: Escape, Disrupt
Freeform Action: 100 + 10 Bonus DMG (Questioning Actions + Talking to Professor Ash)

ZONE A Escape to ZONE B

Aero was a happy-go-lucky girl who saw herself as an adventurer going off to explore the unknown of UNOVR alongside her Pokemon as her lifelong partners similar to the previous games she played. Suffice it to say, she couldn't understand why some people couldn't see that especially with Zapdos or him accusing the players that they were the ones who invaded his home first. Either way, it didn't matter at all because as soon as Zapdos attacked, Aero didn't just witness her Gothotelle knocked out from it. She also saw her Snom bravely defend her as soon as she grabbed him.

She froze in place as soon as she saw this. She didn't have a chance to let her Pokemon out to help anyone and this Zapdos. It had the audacity to knock her out! Realistically, she should have not called him out when the Electric/Flying-type prepared an attack that might not be strong enough to be Disrupted. But she wasn't the type to think that. Rather, it infuriated her. She would have released her Boon of Surging against the one who gave it to her. But she wasn't that ruthless. Instead, she took out her blades and screamed as she flew to the right wing of the boss.

Aero uses Escape

"YOU. CRAZY. BIRD!!!!!"

She spun herself to the Zapdos's legs and started swinging her now fiery purple blades to the shrine's staff.

Aero uses Bitter Blade

"NOBODY! I MEAN NOBODY HURTS MY SNOM WITHOUT GIVING HIM A CHANCE TO HEAL!!!" She screamed as she continued swinging. Then as soon as she saw Professor Ash's hologram and heard her warnings not to treat Zapdos as one of them, she couldn't care about it. Instead, she shouted, "What do you know, you crazy lady?! This guy not only have the gall to attack us and left us without any thank you, but that birdy hurt my Snom! AND HE'S GOING TO PAY!!!"

She didn't stop swinging her blades as she kept on screaming in rage, loud enough for other players to notice nearby. Right now, she was too blinded in rage to listen to anyone including the NPCs. All she cared about was to avenge her Snom as she laughed and scream eerily...

Aero (Player) - Sweeper - 232/250 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Escape to Zone B
Action: Bitter Blade (Fast Attack) - 55 damage to Zapdos
Battle Log:
- Took 30 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 30 Dmg from Environment
- +5 from talking to Professor Ash
- +5 from focusing her attack on the shrine
- System Admin: Healed 42 by Big Bee

ZONE B to Zone D

Orion paused as the professor came over the comms and made her speech.  For a moment, he was baffled, hell even stunned as she essentially said to steel their hearts against their own emotions.  But again, she couldn't hear the pokemon, Zapdos' impassioned dialogue, and she most certainly did not just watch that fucking cutscene.  She was estranged from the core of the dilemma, as pragmatic as she was lovely she hadn't even thought about how this made Zapdos feel.  How could she?  To her Pokemon were like cute pets, partners you work alongside but always had that level of distance, they couldn't quite tell her how they were feeling with words.  She couldn't spend long nights playing cards with her mon, or have long winded conversations with them about life and what it meant to be brave.  But how could he make her understand?  To him this was a game, and toggling pokemon speech was just an option in his UI, to her this was reality and there was likely no way in hell she would ever be able to hear a mon speak.  And with her deaf to Zapdos' words, and Zapdos being as bull headed as he was, there was no way for a happy ending.  Think Orion, THINK!

How do I reach these kiiiiids.

It was hard to think with the screech of agony every fiber of his being was alight with pain, the jolt of electricity and the tearing of muscle.  He was beyond the red, and the only thing keeping him awake was those god damn flutes.  A double edged sword, it kept him in the fight where he needed to be.  But what was he going to do?  Throwing hands just seemed like it would escalate the problem.  This wasn't going to turn out right if they kept this up, and in order to do that he needed to hijack the objective.

He supposed the first thing was to get the Prof on the right page.  She was the quest giver, if he could get her to understand then maybe he could alter the way the raid was going to run, get the people who were just here to make the numbers go up make helpful numbers go up!  He could spin this in a way she could understand, or at least in a way that would possibly work in the logic of the world.  If he could convince her that HE could hear Zapdos and speak to him, he could bridge the gap betwixt the two.  Ultimately they all wanted the same thing, to fight the corruption, to restore the land to what it once was.  They just needed to open their hearts to eachother.

"Aliright so!"  Orion began, clappling his hands together like he was in some sort of middle management group call that could have been an email, wincing as his fingers protested.  "Prof I gotta be real with you, I've been holding back a revelation about my studies cause I didn't think you would believe me."  Hew would nod to Ares and mouth out protect the others before continuing.

"A while back after healing my mon at the shrine I made the discovery that I in fact could talk with them, like full on speech and everything.  You might hear Pika Pika, but me?  I head him asking me to order some wings when I get pizza later tonight.  I don't know why, it's probably something esoteric and mystical involving the energy of the shines infusing us with the primal power of the land and giving us a connection to the Mon, probably the same shit that let's me use pokemon moves like Eruption earlier.  Either way."  He would summon his board and take off on a short run.  "I can in fact, hear Zapdos right now and he is fucking pissed that we just kinda stomped into his turf and started wailing on him just so we could steal his shrine.  And honestly, I kinda agree we party fouled on that one.  We're sorta in the middle of a crazy dialogue right now, him ranting about how he was there when the corruption fell and now he won't let that happen again, us telling him we need to work together to stop the corruption, its super dramatic and I wish you could hear it because it would put a lot of this into context.  Moral of the story, we need to work with him.  Pokemon are our partners, not matter how big or how small, and you've seen what we can do when they're on our side like Moltres!  We need to convince him that he's not our enemy, and we're not his!  So I know I'm dropping a lot on you, but you know me!  I get results!  When this is all said and done we can do some research on this phenomenon and figure out why some of us can talk to pokemon and how we can unlock that power in others!"  He would leap into the air, kicking the board into gear and slamming his foot on the gas.

"But I need you to trust me!  We need to stop antagonizing Zapdos!" 

Blasting forward at speeds that would have knocked him off his board had he not been magnetically attached, Orion shot forward to the titans head, winding as every gust of wind felt like a slicing knife dancing across his flesh.  Every part of his body wanted to give in, to let go and sink into the white abyss he'd experienced once.  But he wasn't quitting, not with so much pain and suffering he could help stop.

"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT BIG BIRD?"  Orion would call out, pulling his board alongside the beasts eye.  "IF YOU WANT TO PROTECT THIS LAND FROM THE BLIGHT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO MORE THAN THAT!  Hopefully that got the fucker's attention as Orion sped back to his perch on the bird's beak.  "YOU JUST SHOWED ME THE L YOU TOOK LAST TIME!  YOU HAD TO RUN AND RETREAT BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T STRONG ENOUGH.  BUT THINK ABOUT IT!  YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY LEGENDARY BEASTS OF THIS LAND CHARGED WITH PROTECTING IT!  HOW MANY OTHERS STILL SLUMBER, LOCKED AWAY BY THAT FOUL DARKNESS!  HOW MANY COUNTLESS BEINGS SUFFER STILL UNDER THAT FOUL FOG!  THE DARKNESS IS BEGINNING TO RETREAT!  TOGETHER WE CAN FIGHT IT BACK!  I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO GIVE ME YOUR POWER FOR NOTHING IN RETURN!  TOGETHER WE CAN HELP SAVE EVERYONE OF THIS LAND!  WE CAN RESTORE IT TOGETHER!  WORKING HAND IN HAND WE CAN UNITE ALL OF THE MIGHTY GUARDIANS OF THIS LAND AND FORGE A BRIGHTER FUTURE!  THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO BE YOU VERSUS US!  IT COULD BE US VERSUS THE BLIGHT!  MOLTRES HAS JOINED US, ARTICUNO IS SOON TO FOLLOW.  WILL YOU FLY ALONE IN A STORM AFRAID TO LOSE AGAIN!  OR WILL YOU FIGHT WITH THOSE WHO HAVEN'T GIVEN UP!  IF YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO THE WORLD  YOU WILL NEVER STOP FINDING REASONS TO FIGHT FOR IT!  SO STOP SWINGING ON THE WRONG PEOPLE WHO MADE A MISTAKE, AND START SWINGING ON THE REAL FOE WITH US!"

He would walk his tightrope, letting all of his emotional energy well up around him, glowing like some shonen hero before opening his arms up wide and embracing the birds feather between it's eyes in a warm hug.  "It doesn't have to be this way bud"

Orion - Sweeper- -149/350 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Recoil
Action: 734 Emotional damage via a macho hug
Battle Log:
- Took 120 damage from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 30 Dmg from Environment
- +5 for second guesing their actions +5 for talking to prof

Ares the Emboar- Tank - 454/600 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Disrupt
Action: 182 Disupt
Battle Log:
- Took 10 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 30 Dmg from Environment
- Other (Healing, Buffs, etc)
- C0D13 Emboar healed for 295 HP (Taylor Big Bee Kath Ulu)