Eyes of sapphire narrow at Allotta Bambooga's message.

GREENHOUSE IDIOT

He doesn't bother typing any more explanation, too focused on the raid. When he closes his messages, he spies the one person he'd sent a message of his own.

Finn gives a brief, sharp wave to Derk_TheJerk. "Glad you could make it!"

Finn has never played a Pokémon game before UNOVR. Finn has never seen a Moltres before. So when the radiant, flaming phoenix soars over the battle-torn GREENHOUSE, it takes him a moment to pick his jaw up from the floor. Safe from memes about the bird being likened to a rubber chicken, all he can think is this is so damn cool.

Then: it's on our side, right?

It proves its allegiance with a strike to the BRIAR BEAST'S very core.

Monarch.

It is not guilt that Finn feels, but ownership. That had been his Pokemon before the KEG had twisted her with its corruption. Sure, he'd been the one to SACRIFICE the poor kitten, but he'd expected reward, not consequence.

Speaking of unexpected consequences, the absence of rain inspires concern as the clouds remain dark and hungry. Thunder rumbles and light sparks in clouds that were no longer an omen of hope and healing.

Oops?

At very least, Tuesday's swift intervention and the aid of Furrlicity Purrfection's Treecko (whom he, sadly for the Pokémon, could not understand) keep his own team on their feet. Finn does offer the grass-type a nod of thanks, but says, "I'm not sure what you want but I really gotta stay here." He can only assume the Pokemon had been trying to guide him somewhere, based on its insistent tugging.

His attention returns to the BRIAR BEAST.

"You've got something that belongs to me."

Only he was allowed to enslave his Pokémon to do his bidding.

With his Klefki providing HEALING to both his struggling Golisopod and their new ally in MOLTRES, Finn directs his others to attack. Meowstic looks to DISRUPT the lightning with another fierce concentration of rain, while a G.A.Y-EMPOWERED Golisopod ATTACKS the BRIAR BEAST with no regard for its own safety. Brambles pierce its already damaged shell, the Pokémon struggling to remain standing after the flurry of attacks.

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MEOWSTIC (217/500) Active
Damaged by BRIAR BEAST for 130 HP (Doubled by GUARDING)
Damaged by DISRUPTION ATTACK for 10 HP
Disrupted LIGHTNING for 153 DMG

GOLISOPOD (45/200) Active
Damaged by BRIAR BEAST for 33 HP (Halved by GUARD)
Damaged by ATTACKING for 40 HP
Buffed for +20/+10 (Buff/G.A.Y)
Healed by LEFTOVERS for 5 HP

KLEFKI (167/200) Active
Damaged by BRIAR BEAST for 33 HP (Halved by GUARD)
Damaged by HEALING for 30 HP
Buffed for +10 (Buff)
Healed by Furrlicity Purrfection for 184 HP

Every muscle aches. Her lungs burn. Even in this virtual form, her body protests against the sudden sprint into which she forces it when the Briar Beast’s attention is drawn by taunts and threat. She jumps over obstacles, making use of her impromptu golden weapon to smack away branches and propel herself both over thorns and the virulent remains of keggs. She slides through this scorched and muddied ground, stepping upon blooms that had somehow managed to persist despite the horrors that surround them – chrysanthemums, because of course they are.

She holds the beast’s attention so others can attack unimpeded, but then…

Then she calls to her.

Everything is cold, as cold as diving into gelid waters. An overwhelming chill runs down her spine, and the circlet she wears feels as if it were made of solid ice instead of any metal. Like the stress ball held by giant and invisible talons, her mind squeezes with pressure – soft and malleable.

I’m quite tired of fish.
Perhaps some lamb, instead?

If her lungs didn’t feel as if they were on fire despite the overwhelming cold, Tuesday would laugh in amusement. She should have known the Precipice would be kind of an asshole. Maybe that’s why she likes the shrine so much more than all others in UNOVR; why it calls to her.

"Seriously? Sure, I can do lamb, princ–"

Princess.

The deal is made, a promise sealed, yet she does not get to finish speaking the joke that is much more true that what Tuesday realises in the frost and heat of the moment. Swift, a huge branch comes her way, hitting her abdomen and sending her flying across the battlefield.

The cold remains, welcomed as ever.

This time, a cold all too familiar to her.

When Tuesday opens her eyes once again, she finds herself perilously close to having landed on the golden remains of the walls that had once been her gilded fortress. The Cryogonal’s icy chains had saved her from further harm, and before her, he persists – the frozen shield that rises between her and the Briar Beast.

The light of a SOLAR BEAM fights against the corrupted briars, far from enough to hold them back…

"ANCILE!"

<'You need to go, my liege. The corruption…'>

There’s one last gelid squeeze that takes her breath away, and then, with the utter gentleness that only exists when born of care and affection, those chains that often do so much harm to others release her.

"For fuck’s sake... Not you too."

It's when she’s turning to leave that the flames come, stealing the Beast's attention away – the technicolour blaze of a gargantuan phoenix. It’s familiar, but different; of fire that burns bright, true, and as dangerous as ever. She should look away. Something within Tuesday yells at her to look away. Yet, it’s in awe that she watches the results of what's clearly a group graphic designers' tireless efforts. For a single moment, time stops, and all the yells of orioncayge and the concerned words of Derk_TheJerk are rendered mute to her. She should be helping them, but…

"Hey, Derek… That’s Moltres, right?"

Which can only mean one thing.

Even in her limited knowledge of Pokémon, being mostly familiar when those from Mars' own childhood, Tuesday understands.

Articuno is the Lady of the Precipice.

Eyes of ruby and sapphire fix on the Briar Beast, watching what remains of the small cat at its core, and there and then, despite the chaos around her, despite the pain, and despite the suffering and loss experienced by so many, at her lips tugs a wicked smirk. Her golden cat ears perk up, her scorched tail sways, and the next words that come out of her mouth are no one’s but her’s:

"I’d told you you’d burn, fucker."

It may not be obvious to the eye, but she knows it to be true nevertheless: the flames of war burn everything, even if not in the most literal of ways.

With no pokémon left by her side, there’s nothing left for Tuesday to do – she can acknowledge as much. She had done her part. Now, she simply has to rely on her allies. On the people that she knows can be counted on right now, like Finnegan Fjord, orioncayge, Sarah Lee, manish, Big Bee, Kath Ulu, Derk_TheJerk, Yggy Br00ks, Allotta Bambooga, Alice!, System Admin:Claw, and yes, even Bergamot Gristleborg (traitor as Tuesday may think her to be).

She joins the main group, covered in injuries, dirt, and with her golden weapon now lost to her. It’s to no one in particular that she speaks, but when she does so, she smiles radiantly despite the situation they’re in. "Hey, good to see you."

She’s clearly having a hell of a time with all of this. Actually...

Gathering all the might left in this petite part-feline body of hers, it's one last time that she yells, this time in encouragement of those attacking while going as far as giving one of the nearest pokémon (Fairytale's) a taste of the G.A.Y beam:

"GIVE IT HELL!"

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{BREAKDOWN}
CRYOGONAL (203/500) CORRUPTED
Damaged by BRIAR BEAST for 282 HP
Damaged by ATTACKING for 10 HP

DRAGONAIR (42/200) CORRUPTED

WHIRLIPEDE (190/200) CORRUPTED

Amanita was confused and a little bit scared by everything that was going on. He felt a little bit sick when he saw what he thought was another player approach someone else from the greenhouse and... Kiss him? Not because he hated gay people or anything. Because recently he was having some thoughts. But it just looked so... goopy. So he closed his eyes when the strange man told him to, shielding himself the best he could from the light and shattering of the orb that had decided to explode up into the air.

And then there was heat. And his head felt like it was floating a bit as he saw the legendary bird rise and scream. A war cry to rally them all around and against whatever was in the greenhouse. Where... That other player had come from. He didn't exactly want to follow in those footsteps. But he also hadn't found Manish yet either. And that was kind of the most important part. So if Manish wasn't here that meant he had to be in the other location. The greenhouse.

Wrinkling his nose he lifted up Champignon into his arms. They didn't need to heal anything anymore but this little guy was not really a battler either. They would be able to figure it out somehow probably. He wasn't going to focus on that until he got to the next place. And that meant following in the footsteps of the heated path as others did. His feet carried him just as swiftly as anyone else's did but it felt like he was moving through ooze as he tried to pick out faces from the crowd. Faces. As if he was looking for more than one. 

It was chaos there as well though. But he counted to five and calmed himself down as he finally spotted manish . On top of a giant Pokemon. But that meant he was fine and safe. Sprouting mushrooms yes but, that was normal for the gardener. And normal was good. Normal meant safe. "Manish! Don't worry I'm here!" It seemed ridiculous to say that to the person who was on top of a giant frog but, it was fine. It was true. He was there and now Manish didn't need to worry. Probably.

Putting Champignon down, the Tepig grunted in fury as it blasted out a small Ember attack. Would it be very effective? Absolutely not. But it was better than doing nothing and he couldn't stand just... Doing nothing. This was a game sure but it was an important one to his... friend? Yeah he was sure Manish and him were friends by now. Which made a sudden pit of guilt stab into his stomach.

Liar. Liar. Liar. Echoed in his mind as he realized that if he and Manish were friends... He couldn't keep lying to him about what he had been doing in his house. And telling the truth would ruin a lot of groundwork on making the other man somewhat able to... Shit he didn't even actually know if he was helping Manish or making things worse. His ears rung a little as he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Doing his duty to keep Manish safe...ish.

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TEPIG (160/200) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (BASIC ATTACK) for (10 HP)
Other

POKEMON 2 SPECIES (Current/Max HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (action) for (x HP)
Other

POKEMON 3 SPECIES (Current/Max HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (action) for (x HP)
Other

Virgil the Rowlet urges Ezra back as the light bursts from the Moltres Core. Then, at last, Ezra lifts his gaze and he gasps in awe at the sight of the colorful Moltres. She’s beautiful. Ezra is glad in a bittersweet way that Zubat’s sacrifice did not go to waste.

And then the Moltres speaks and the moment is ruined. Ezra clenches his jaw at the crackling birdsong voice. Does she not care for Zubat’s sacrifice?

Yet, Ezra can see the Zubat’s spirit among her flames. So many mixed signals. Then again, Moltres is a firebird. A phoenix, almost. For her, death is nothing more than a step towards rebirth. Still, Ezra cannot see it that way. Even here, death results in change.

Conflict has always frightened Ezra. But, it is the one constant that urges him forward, as well. Without conflict, there is no growth. Without conflict, there are no victories. And, Ezra is determined to make this a victory. For Zubat.

Propelled forward, Ezra soon ends up in the Greenhouse for the final showdown. He winces at the sad sight of the kitten core of the Briar Beast, his kindness strong as ever. But Ezra doesn’t let himself waver. 

”Virgil, you know what to do,” The soft-spoken man commands. The Rowlet takes off towards the Briar Beast, using a grass attack, Leafage.

It’s not much. But Ezra wants to believe that somehow he’s helping. He offers a weak smile at Derk_TheJerk hoping that it doesn’t look as worn down as he feels. ”Are you hanging in there okay?” 

He doesn’t use his one beam on Virgil, knowing it better suited to Sweepers or Healers. “Who needs a beam?” He calls out to the many gathered. ”I’ve got one to spare!” And Ezra is determined for someone to use it.

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{BREAKDOWN}ROWLET (280/300) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by Charge Attack for 10 HP
Other

ZUBAT Sacrificed

There was enough going on that, Inari knew that there would be little chance for him to do very much in this event. At least that was what he figured. After all, there were tons of people who had actually prepped for all of this. And after all, his threat level was only a three. When you had sevens, eights and nines all running around. It was hard to believe that he would make any sort of impact on it. God Inari was tired of being wrong in such terrible ways.

Of course the notification had popped up that he had someone in his friends list in the vicinity. Which meant that it was Furrlicity Purrfection . Because he was the only person in his friends list. At all. Which was pathetic if he thought about it. He really needed to make some more friends. But that non-withstanding he was ready to crack a joke about the other guy being extremely late. Especially since he was pretty sure the event was nearly over. Since the numbers were starting to roll in and all of that.

But anything he was going to say choked and caught in his throat when he saw his friend in earnest. It was as if someone had played some sort of sick joke on him with all of this. It had to be some sort of cosmetic or class that had been unlocked in an event he hadn’t been paying attention to. Really it could have been anything. But the jerky movements from his friend were uncanny and strange. He didn’t like it. And he liked it less when he heard his name pulled from Furrlicity like it hurt him.

He doesn’t have the best reaction time on the best of days and this is most definitely not one of his best of days. His resistance is minimized by the amount of confusion on his face, and small amounts of fear when he realizes that Furrlicity is most definitely not himself in this event. No one in their right minds would ever call him a prince. Or theirs. Especially not Furrlicity. But before he can protest wholly his lips are covered by the other man’s. Or maybe an NPC pretending to be him.

Probably the latter considering.

His resistance is broken entirely as the golden ichor flows into his mouth from the other man’s lips. Causing a strange sensation of warmth and pain to spread into his body. It hurt. Both physically and emotionally. Knowing that no one had kissed him and meant it in a very long time and also knowing that this probably still meant nothing. Because it was just an event in a game. But the physical pain began to rise as the liquid coursed through his veins. Causing him to let out a painful shriek against Furrlicity’s lips.

His pain was still set on realistic. He’d never remembered to change that setting. Something he should have remembered from the last event they did.

Whatever substance that Furrlicty was producing was changing him ever so slightly. Ever so slowly. As he felt his eyes began to leak and when he reached up to wipe away the tears found them to be a disgusting thick substance rather than just regular saline. Something was very, very wrong. Underneath his skin felt like it was moving around. Writhing as if something was trying to break free. And whether it was his desperation to be wanted or the game giving him a small nudge he felt himself just start to give in to the pain.

It hurt too much to resist.

So instead he just let it flow over him instead. Letting go of his care about the fact that destruction was near and that they would probably be losing everything in the game that they had worked so hard to build up. For the rest of this event he could let himself be someone’s Prince. Because afterwards it wouldn’t be anything more than a fun joke to laugh off.

And that meant protecting Furrlicity. He heard someone call out his name, Furrlicity’s not his, and his head snapped to react to the sound. The chair leg flying towards him Inari gently pushed Furrlicity back to move him from the path of the projectile, his own eyes flaring as he approached Alice! with golden ichor still dripping from his lips and eyes. Approaching with intent to grab her and throw her to the ground. Or hit her with the rest of the chair if he could.

But the birth of the Moltres that he had worked so hard towards stopped his movement as he turned his head away, tucking it back towards Furrlicity and away from the bright and shining light. Knowing that the Moltres would burn away whatever impurities they had if she could. But that just meant he needed to hide his eyes away and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. The safety of Furrlicity Purrfection ’s wings were enough to keep him from having to stop and question what he was doing.

As the flaming bird screamed about war and conflict he could feel the two of them moving on some sort of path, albeit unwillingly as the bird urged them forward. Back towards the greenhouse where he presumed Furrlicity had come from. They were going towards the Briar Beast.

And Inari was in no condition to give orders to his Pokemon. Nor did he really care to. What did he care if the Briar Beast rampaged and destroyed everything? When he was tucked away nicely here it meant that he wouldn’t have to do anything else. If the Briar Beast destroyed the settlement they would just have to build a new one. A better one. But his Pokemon didn’t share the same sentiment.

< Idiot Inari is on the shits again! Doesn’t matter he’s not great at battling anyways! >

His Chikorita had taken the lead on things again. Not wanting to have to deal with her trainer’s nonsense. If he was just going to play cuddle simulator then they would just have to take care of things themselves. With a Magical Leaf aimed towards the heart of the Briar Beast the rest of the team began to follow suit. Until.

Congee.

The Gyarados was hard to control under the best of circumstances. And this was definitely the worst of them. The rampaging beast certainly attacked the Briar Beast, as it should have. But ichor is very easy to swallow when your mouth is constantly open. And so, not so slowly at all, the Gyarados began to drip as well. Black ichor falling from blackened fangs. Eyes changing to a sickly red color as they turned to flaming embers rather than it’s normal wide eyed look.

Congee roared as the transformation took place, settling himself into the roll of a corrupted beast nicely. And considering the only real difference between the two of them was that before he had been a normal colored Gyarados on a rampage and now he was one with sickened black and grey skin that hissed and leaked as it moved towards it’s trainer, coiling around the pair in a protective stance. And when Alice! arrives at the greenhouse he strikes the ground in front of her with his tail, swiping at her in an already perceived threat.

Congee before might not have listened to Inari, but Congee now would kill to keep this corruption flowing.

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CHIKORITA (90/150) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (basic attack) for (10 HP)
Other

G. YAMASK (380/400) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (charge) for (10 HP)
Other

GYARADOS (110/150) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (fast attack) for (20 HP)
Other

“I’m back!” Yggy exclaimed, her avatar un-freezing as Kenny rushed back from using the real-life bathroom. He’d gotten an alert in-game that some external something-something was happening, so he’d paused for a moment to make sure like, his mom wasn’t yelling at him or the house wasn’t on fire or something. Fortunately it was just a full-bladder warning, which you would think wouldn’t be so important you’d ditch the raid, but Yggy had figured it was better to go now while they were trying to heal Moltres than during the actual boss battle. He’d tried ignoring the warning before and been super embarrassed when he’d signed out later to find he’d wet the bed. At least his sister hadn’t found out.

“What the heck?”

The blonde gaped, shielding her eyes against the light as her her ratty blonde hair whipped around her shoulders, tousled by radiant waves of heat. “Is that Moltres? Holy cow! It’s huge!”

Legendary Pokemon were really so much bigger in real life. In person, I mean. This wasn’t real life.

Yeah. This is UNOVR. Just a game.

She’d gotten confused for a moment.

As the Ascended phoenix took flight, arcing in a trail of rainbow-colored flame, Yggy tagged along behind. With each step she found herself racing faster, the path of embers accelerating her motion like a moving sidewalk. Before long she was running, sparks kicking up from her heels as if she was a Kindler again.

Yggy laughed. The sound bubbled up from the middle of her chest, the song of a warrior called to battle. It was easy to feel carefree for a moment. The way things had been before the High Tide Raid, before the Recycle Bin, before mortgages and vet bills and after-school jobs and everything else Kenny should have been too young to have to worry about.

<Wao-oooh!>

Chain Chomp pranced along beside her, running on all fours, jagged teeth bared in a delighted grin. From the other side Nugget joined them, red cheeks sparking with electricity. There was no sign of Yggy’s Oshawott—had it been killed while she’d been AFK?

Knocked out. Not killed. Pokemon didn’t die. It was just a game.

As dark storm clouds rumbled ominously overhead, a tooltip appeared in her HUD over Pikachu. GIGANTIMAX? it prompted.

Yggy lit up. “Oh shoot, has it been 24 hours already?” She’d thought she’d used her shot during the whole murder mystery at Chadwick’s house, but “WOOOOO! Let’s goooooo!”

Boom. Crash. A massive footstep rattled the glass shards littering the ground as the massive bulk of NUGGET rose over the Greenhouse to match manish’s Venusaur. Its tail arched behind its back, white-hot as Moltres’ flame.

Incoming: Lightning AOE, said the Beta Tester popups, flashing warningly as Yggy focused on the tangled bulk of the Briar Beast. As big as Nugget and Ryan were, the Briar Beast seemed to be just as large, and getting larger. But what’s that inside? Yggy squinted, focusing her mental cursor over the glowing core Moltres had exposed. SHINX - FINNEGAN FJORD, the tooltip said.

Yggy looked alarmed. Huh? How did that happen?

“Finn! Finn! Is that your Shinx?” the tomboy shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. She looked around for the redhead, but in the sea of popups and custom titles and player names, he was impossible to find.

We gotta stop that AoE… focus…

“Nugget, disrupt it with your Z-Power!” Yggy said, striking a Z-Pose (shaped like a Z). Static built in ripples around the massive rodent as it boomed forward and crashed into outer thorns of the Beast, paralyzing sparks racing up and down its branches. But as the electricity rippled across the Briar Beast, so too did veins of darkness snake across the mouse’s yellow fur.

“No no no no, not again,” Yggy yelled, clutching her head as Nugget reverted from his giant form with a crackle of corrupted energy, becoming a soot-stained husk at the foot of the monster. “NUGGET!”

But the battle went on, and stopped for no Pikachu.

“Mew get a beam! Mew get a beam! Nyaaand… mew get a beam!” shouted System Admin:Bunyaa distantly, firing G.A.Y energy indiscriminately into the crowd of trainers. One of the shots hit Chain Chomp, who glowed with ultraradiant energy. It streamed from his eyes and open mouth, and the color shone from the shower of coins the cat threw in every direction. Money scattered and rolled in the dirt, landing on nearby Pokemon and healing their wounds.

“I guess payday’s coming early!” Yggy said, grinning again. “C’mon guys, let’s finish this!”

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OSHAWOTT (250/250 HP) Corrupted
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (action) for (x HP)
Other

PIKACHU (490/500 HP) Corrupted
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (Chg Atk) for (-10 HP)
Other

G.MEOWTH (90/150 HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (0 HP)
Damaged by Heal x4 for (40 HP)
Other: Laguna guarded Cycle 1, so 1/2 previous dmg
G.A.Y Beam Active

“That’s one gay bird.” is what Domino declares in half awe and half amusement when the gigantic, technicolour Moltres hatches from her egg. Bisexual lesbian bird, actually, but who’s keeping track of all of that, right? Domino sure as hell isn’t. She’s just here to watch the show and have a good time.

Calm as can be, she follows in the trail left behind by the phoenix, not bothering to rush on her way to the greenhouse. There are corrupt pokémon everywhere, but she finds that if she moves slowly enough and shows that she’s no threat to them, then they’ll be no threat to her (oh the joys of having a threat level of one, right?).

It’s like being in the middle of a wildlife documentary.

Being the protagonist of one of those doesn’t suit her, considering the protagonists usually end up dead. Leave that to the bandana guys, cat people, cult leaders, dragon riders, and overly anxious gardeners.

<'Domino! Domino! What are you doing?! We should be fighting! Show that beast my might!'>

Oh, right, she had forgotten to turn poké-speech back off. Whoops. Domino sighs, yet she does not allow the Charmander’s demands to stop her from taking a seat at a nice spot from where she can watch this whole shitshow from a safe distance.

“Pretty sure that beast is immune to fire, little buddy.”

<'My name is not little buddy! I’m Bal–'>

POKÉ-SPEECH: OFF

She sighs once again, yet in her annoyance she finds something great: near her, lying right on the scorched ground, is a half-burnt pack of cigarettes. It had probably belonged to the groundskeeper of the mansion, but now its hers. Naturally, as should only be expected, Domino takes one and lights it with the ever-burning flame of her Charmander’s tail.

”Just heal each other and Fodder Two can do some damage. Have fun with it and don’t sweat it, little dudes. You’ll be okay.”

As Domino says, her pokémon do, regardless of how much Balerion may glare at her.

"Cute tail." She passingly tells butterfly, as if this were a casual meet up and not a damn virtual battlefield. "Nice work with the assist."

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{BREAKDOWN}
CHARMANDER (138/150) Active
Damaged by HEALING for -30 HP
Healed by Charmander for +58 HP

GOTHITA (97/150) Active
Damaged by HEALING for -30 HP
Healed by Gothita for +7 HP

MAGNEMITE (139/150) Active
Damaged by ATTACKING for -20 HP
Healed by Charmander for +29 HP