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Twin arcs of fire wheeled through the air above as Moltres, divine, gracefully carved up the sky. Heat radiated from its wings in a shifting, multicolored aura, like oil on water. It was majestic. It was awe-inspiring.

“It’s G.A.Y!” she cried, shielding her cerulean eyes from the rainbow magnificence. “So G.A.Y!”

She wasn’t wrong, but more important was the fact it was coming in for a landing. “Back, you heathens!” Morgana exclaimed, clattering away through the crowd of other trainers as the gigantic bird made a pass overhead, shearing foliage from the Briar Beast like a swan-shaped hedge trimmer. She spun around, narrowing her eyes at the reborn phoenix. “This is our chance! Guillotine, Starface— attack!”

<Attack who? Moltres?> The Glaceon let out a yip of dismay. <I’ll melt!>

<This must be more of your villainy,> Guillotine said dryly. <I doubt we can even reach it in time. Look, it’s already flying away.>

Morgana stomped her foot. “You’re both water-types,” she emphasized. The duo looked down, as if only just realizing they were both floating slightly above the ground— the “Swimmer” effect. “Just fly after it. Look at how weak it is! It’s the perfect time. This could be my shining moment! We’d go down in infamy.”

They were the words of a selfish child, but her eyes glittered cold, glittered cruel.

She had no love for an omnipotent gods, who scorned the lives of those they ruled and played with human lives like fiction. The chance to go for the kill—even here, in a game— was too tempting.

It was weak. Plagued by parasites. Screaming in the sky, blinded to the gathering storm clouds above.

…It would die soon anyway. Wouldn’t it? Between a bird and a cat, who would the victor be?

The cries of battle resonated in her ears, barely audible over the rapid pumping of her heart. Her skirts and hair rippled as there was a wave from the exploding G.A.Y Beam, washing the battlefield in rainbow light for a moment like a flash bang. Stars burst before her eyes, like a shock wave, like a seizure. Soundlessly, her lips shaped the word perish again.

She couldn’t stop.

“Guillotine. Prepare for trouble.”

Something in her voice had changed. The penguin gave her a look, but as ever, the bird was faithful. Steadfast. The starter she’d been given—one who would support her even when the orders she gave were self-destructive, one who would be her ‘evil minion’ wearily, warily, without complaint.

<Make it double,> the Piplup said grimly, then launched herself into the air.

<Are you crazy?> stressed Starface, backing away from Morgana with water dripping from his chin and whiskers. <It’s on our side! I’m going back to the battle! Come on, Rainbow!> The Glaceon turned and raced back towards the Briar Beast, wrapped in a tornado of swirling Swift. Gyarados shot past them both, passing a buff to Tuesday before ascending after Guillotine to do damage control on Moltres.

“I won’t apologize,” Morgana said, gazing up unflinchingly into the stormy sky. Her eyes streamed cold tears from the Moltres’ sunlight. “This is something I have to do.”

Lips drew back from teeth, not a smile, not a grimace. Something terrible. Something tangible.

“Something we have to do.”

Her and Guillotine against the world. Against the raid. Against God himself— whatever form he might take.

REACT IN FEAR/AWE TO THE APPEARANCE OF MOLTRES +10
SAY A ONE-LINER +10
REALIZE YOU ARE NOT ALONE +10

SPOILER: Click to show

{BREAKDOWN}
GYARADOS (129/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-65 HP)
Damaged by (Heal x5) for (-50 HP)
Other: Buff (+10) Healed 17 by butterfly

PIPLUP (120/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-130 HP)
Damaged by (Fast Atk x5) for (-50 HP)
Other:

GLACEON (216/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (Kegglings) for (-130 HP)
Damaged by (Fast Atk x5) for (-50 HP)
Other: Healed 146 by Yggy Br00ks

"This is all part of my master plan," Bergamot said as she swatted off the kegglings trying to climb up her dress like evil kittens. "Don't touch me, vermin!"

The Greenhouse was a mess. Its walls had crumpled, its beds were choked with black, decaying weeds, and there was a twisted and giant abomination squatting over it all. "What? I want to ride it," Bergamot said indignantly as Corruption King Furrlicity Purrfection abdicated his throne and went striding past them with his entourage of concerned Pokemon. "Give me a boost, Guillotine! Tonight we ascend to new heights of evil!"

<Can't do. Flying's illegal. Patch 1.1,> said the Piplup immediately. Bergamot stopped and frowned.

"...I've never heard you speak."

<You're very rude.>

<I speak too!> said Starface the Drippy Glaceon, shaking out his thin, bedraggled pelt. <I'm so happy! I've been meaning to lodge a complaint—>

"No time for that," Bergamot, who was no kinder to speaking Pokemon than she was to anyone else, declared. She twirled, dislodging sticky black kegglings in waves like raindrops from a spinning umbrella. The shard of glass flew out of her forehead too, tinkling to the ground.

<Oh my god, you're bleeding again. Here, let me just—>

"No time," Morgana reiterated. She clapped her hands together like Snow White ordering all the little animals to do household chores for her. "Battle formation, everyone. Guillotine and Starface, you're sweeping. Tear into that thing with everything you've got— we'll try and weather the damage next turn. Rainbow, buff yourself and keep them healed. Lights, places—"

Her eyes glittered. Faux-realistic blood trickled down her face, dripping off her chin, dividing her countenance like a broken mask.

"Action."

Savagery. A tornado of claws and teeth as her Pokemon threw themselves into the fray with little regard for their own safety, trusting Gyarados to keep them safe. Tides of bubbles burst like chain grenades as Morgana's starter circled the Briar Beast, peppering it with liquid artillery. But the kegglings hampered the Piplup's every step— the moment Guillotine started firing on their mother, they turned on her, driving her backwards into unforgiving briars.

Glaceon was less consistent— the damp Pokemon charged in a burst of Double-Edge, slamming into the Briar Beast like a car into a brick wall. He sank his teeth into one of the creeping tendrils, biting back a yelp of pain as thorns tore into his soft palate. Tears in his eyes, Starface clamped down harder, locking his jaw like a bulldog. Swift fired from his body in waves of white-hot shuriken, slicing into the monster's bramble-covered form.

Morgana was hardly paying attention. She was in her UI, scrolling through the NEARBY USERS list. "Who are these people?" she wondered arrogantly, stabbing her finger at random on the 'poke' button. Anne. ibis. Spirit. Buzzster Hooperham. Wait, wasn't that her uncle's name? He'd actually figured out how to turn the WorldScreen on?

Bergamot Gristleborg poked you.

Water whipped around her feet, drenching her up to the knees, and Morgana turned to see her Gyarados whipping up a massive whirlpool around the Briar Beast, catching both Guillotine and Starface in the swirling deluge. In the corner of her eye, she saw their HP bars sliding back to full.

"OHOHOHOHO! Perish!" she laughed, throwing back her head. It was unclear whether she was talking to the boss, the players, or her own Pokemon.

INVITE A PLAYER (IC OR OOC) TO THE RAID +10
INTERACT WITH ANOTHER PLAYER +10

SPOILER: Click to show

{BREAKDOWN}
GYARADOS (227/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (Heal x5) for (50 HP)
Other: Healed 27, Buff (+10)

PIPLUP (250/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (Fast Atk x5 with Recoil) for (100 HP)
Other: Healed 100 by Gyarados

GLACEON (250/250 HP) Active
Damaged by (opponent) for (x HP)
Damaged by (Fast Atk x5 with Recoil) for (100 HP)
Other: Healed 100 by Gyarados