[ti]location[/ti] THUNDERFALL SHRINE

Seems familiar, doesn't it?

Ibis hasn't taken good care of his health pool recently, nor has he made an concerted effort to actually remember what it was, before he'd taken some damage last time he was catching something. Surely, in this new area full of new things, there'd be a new shrine to heal him up good-and-proper?

Well, almost. More of a second-hand shrine, really, deposited ungraciously amongst the crumbling cityscape. Ah, it reminded him of home: beautiful Detroit, never change.

Nontheless, Ibis had healing to be done. The shrine thrums under his touch, warm and cold all at once, like when you hold your hand under the snow until you can't feel anything. A good, fresh start - and a little more health.

The Giant—excuse her, Thunderfall Shrine fit better over here. 

Maybe because it seemed to match the aesthetic, only as a gleaming, shining arrow of hope than the rusted and forgotten skyscrapers that was its new companions. Maybe it was also her memories of the raid, how it went; it was probably safer here, away from the mainland. Away from those who would try to harm it. Not that many, if any, remained. 

In her arms was a large egg, skin tingling as the occasional spark landed against her skin. Was this a sort of homecoming for it? For the little Zapdos inside? It's... father? Creator? Wasn't around, and honestly, Odile didn't have a clue how that would go down in terms of what Zapdos would say. Would he be proud? Indignant? Uncaring? Some weird mix of the three? Odile didn't know. It almost felt weird to be back in UNOVR after her hiatus, to walk along these new old roads, but the hum of the egg helped out. The taste of ozone was almost sweet. 

"Home sweet home." Odile sighed as she came up, and pressed her back against the shrine, spine electrified. A hand gently rubbed the top of the egg, not even bothering to wince as another spark burned against her palm. "I hope you like it here little guy. I think you'll be a good match here."

A good match here, a good match with her. 

The egg trembled for a brief moment, not like a shake of thunder, before settling down.

Kintsugi's claws caught on grass, and the pair tumbled, falling in a heap before the massive Shrine. Silvermoon pushed themselves up, palms scraped and burning. Their breath came hot in their chest- until Kintsugi pressed against them. <Let's head back- We'll help Tuesday out, and figure out what's happening.>

"Okay," Silvermoon whispered, climbing onto their pokemon's back again.

Bee staggered over to the shrine.

He was covered in vine, fruit juice, rooftop water, and studded with broken glass. Everything hurt, and he hadn't even been fighting!

In his UI, two Pokeballs were dimmed. Orange and Rian had been smacked around by Florida's best, and they'd been forced to retreat or else feel the sharp sting of defeat. I mean, they did lose already. That was a pretty big part of what happened. But it wasn't the end. Oh no. It was only the end if you gave up.

"Zapdos. Please heal my Pokemon so that we can return to battle."

Lightning flowed through him, making his muscles buzz and his teeth sing. He felt like he was limitlessing and that his eyes were shaking from too much caffeine. It was worse than a drug but far more invigorating. He could swear his viewing window was now at like 250 degrees.

In his UI all six Pokemon showed up as bright green. No longer monochrome they were ready to go.

Kazuki groaned, pulling himself off the cracked surface of a fallen skyscraper. He rubbed his back, plucking out shards of glass, debris, and ferns from the overgrowth. He gave up about halfway since too much was already lodged into his exposed skin. The curse of voluntarily not wearing clothes.

At least his HP was back to full, and he had all his limbs, as expected. Kazuki froze in the middle of patting himself down.

He waved his hand. Checked his UI.

He frantically searched the area around, even diving briefly in the water, only to emerge, spitting out disgusting water and shaking like a dog.

“EGG,” he wheezed, hauling ass to the dunes, hopefully before Verai and his Zygarde were turned into omelets.

Zac felt the sunlight on his skin. He smelled the ozone in the air, and took a deeper sniff. He looked around, but saw only darkness.

This place felt sacred. Beautiful and, despite the many years of neglect and reclamation, it felt unsullied. There was a certain reverence that hung in the air like glittering dust motes. His whole body tingled. It was like going to the dentist and getting the gas.

"Where the hell am I?" Buzzster asked.