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Laguna was careful to avoid the broken glass, and random assortment of screws and oddly product-placement filled power tools. How many people paid to have their name in this game? Only to find that it was half buried in sand, and in a ruined building almost nobody would find?

Hydance must be raking in all the dough.

"Have you found the flooring section yet?" Laguna spoke up quietly, speaking to the Brionne who swam upwards for a moment, peeked around, and then dipped back down to safety.

"Not yet. I did see a lot of weird bricks by the toilets though." Marina began, seemingly not aware of what that might be.

"... Weird, bricks?" Laguna suddenly pivoted, slowly making her way towards the plumbing aisles. "What did they look like?"

"Uh, Grey? Some had these blue dots in the middle. Doesn't make sense to me, you can't build a toilet with bricks. Can you?"

She chuckled, but immediately shook his head. "No no. If what you're describing is right, then you've found another Ultra Beast." Almost as soon as she finished saying those two words, she could feel Marina swiftly grow tense again.

"A-and why are we going towards it?" They spoke so hesitantly, fear audible in her tone.

"Because, we're going to try and befriend it." Marina looked incredulously at her, stunned silent, but Laguna swiftly continued. "I'm hoping Cygnus can help them learn to communicate with us. Or at least, understand how they think. They can handle corruption without being hurt... They would all be such powerful friends, and I'd rather make those than enemies."

Marina was quiet for a long time, before eventually nodding their head in response. It made sense, but they were still terrified. Laguna just wrapped her arms around the Seal, holding them against her chest as she continued forwards, stepping over broken pipes, shelves, and grills. Sure enough, she eventually found the toilet section, and a huge pile of stone bricks were resting in the middle of them all. All at once, the blue "dots" that she recognized as eyes seemed to glance over at her, but Laguna didn't move forwards any further. Instead, she just sat down, looking up at them quietly.

She said nothing. It said nothing. It seemed far more interested in some of its bricks sitting inside toilets, bathtubs, and digging around in broken plumbing, but its eyes all glared at Laguna with a silent look.

Right away, Laguna landed face first right in front of a Celesteela. The massive titan seemed to be sleeping inside the giant warehouse of the hardware store, a place to actually keep its form shaded from the intense sun. And now Laguna was disturbing it. It suddenly twisted, its small head twisting on its massive body to look down at her. No eyes were visible, behind what she could only assume was hair, but Laguna smiled a bit sheepishly anyways. Marina also was deathly quiet, quietly gripping onto Laguna's shoulders.

"H-hey... Umm, sorry to break in. But we're going to look around. Is that okay?" She spoke up ever so quietly, her feet already taking a few soft steps trying to step around them.

Only for a huge gust of gas and flames to pour from its rocket arms, and Laguna let out a loud yelp, swiftly shifting into overdrive as she dashed away as fast as she could, only managing to get a few more minor burns. Now suddenly tucked behind many shelves in a makeshift cave, Laguna finally let out a long sigh, reaching over to pat Marina. "It's okay, hon. We're-"

"It was gonna eat us! Like Sheldon, and Hoppy, and-" Marina was suddenly hyperventaliting, and Laguna immediately felt her heart break.

She didn't realize how much that weighed on her, too.

"Shh, no no. It's okay, It's okay." She spoke softly, moving to hug the seal close and kiss their head. "Ultra Beasts are just... Pokemon. They're from a weird place, and they don't think like us. It's okay, just relax, I got you."

"... Okay." Marina shuddered a bit, but eventually relaxed in her trainer's arms. "Sorry I just- I panicked."

Traveling through the sands of the dunes felt different without Glacia gliding by her side. She was always there, running and jumping by her side as if nothing was ever wrong. As if exploring this section of the city was nothing but just another adventure.

It wasn't a surprise to realize that she felt kind of lonely.

What she needed right now, was a comforting presence. Someone who could enjoy the exploration with her, and not be too serious about it. Someone who could make her smile.

So she summoned Marina quickly, the seel Pokemon immediately popping into view with a multitude of bubbles, immediately swirling around Laguna with a quiet chuckle. "Heya hon, what we doing in this dry place, huh?"

Laguna couldn't help but smile, reaching up to gently give the seel Pokemon a high five on her flipper. "Just searching some old apartments to try and find some rugs to steal for Hotel Plasma. Think you can help me find them? Maybe wash them off to get an actual look at what they are?"

"Yeah, I can do that!" She seemed excited, letting out a few more bubbles before swimming upwards through the air in a spiraling circle as she scouted out the nearest building that seemed reasonable to search.

Zone One

Laguna outright jumped when Orion landed on the small boat beside her, her heart still pounding out of her chest. Any second now, she swore they'd find her friends. Her baby. It was hard to focus when she was so overwhelmed with guilt, but seeing him there still encouraged a smile to form on her face.

She wasn't hurting alone. She could see that look in his eyes he tried to hide.

orioncayge was here for his friends too. So was everyone else. People lost their partners, family, friends, and everything in between.

She'd reach a hand over to brush against his, a few hearts suddenly forming, floating upwards. "I'm okay." She lied, but they both had to know it was one. "I'll feel a lot better once my babies are in my arms again."

"Once they are safe and sound."

Her Pokemon were quiet, committed to the cause, as Roxxanne continued to press forwards, the weight of the small yacht atop her back was nothing in comparison to her raw strength. As Mr. Business seemed to just dig into his briefcase, as if searching for some solution to the problems at hand. And yet, nothing could have prepared any of them for what they saw next. She had seen the colorless Pokemon, prepared for it even, but to see them up and moving, beyond their own control, forced to attack the very people attempting to save their lives, her heart downright broke.

Rocks were thrown at Sheldon as he mindlessly struck back, his shell empty of colors except what little had been restored so far.

Hoppy had slammed themselves into Adze,their legs unnaturally stretched, as if they had forgotten how to jump properly.

And-

Glacia. She was bitten by a friendly Granbull, but her heart couldn't stand watching it. She had to do something- But what could she do? Even if their color was restored, the fighting wouldn't be over. They'd still be in danger, and-

Suddenly, a gloved hand rested atop her shoulder before her thoughts could spiral.

"Go to them." Mr. Business suddenly spoke, nodding his head and adjusting his tie as a sudden burst of ice covered his gloves, Buffing himself. "Me and Roxanne have this covered. We can handle combat all on our own. Your babies need you."

"But-"

"Go!" Roxxanne suddenly shouted, refusing to allow Laguna to continue arguing. "Bring my cousins home!"

With tears dripping down her face, Laguna would nod back, before finally acting. She'd step back aboard the yacht, before dashing forth was as much energy as she could. Her legs carrying her step after step until she jumped straight off the deck, her cloak catching the air and carrying her forwards as she dashed off towards the first one of her Pokemon who had their colors restored.

Towards Glacia.

All the while, Mr. Business kicked his heels and slid down the Onix's head until landing on the ground. "Up to us, my fair lady. Corral them, will you? I shall bring color back to their flesh."

"But of course. Allow me to just-" Roxanne stretched, suddenly twisting and standing upwards to their full height. The yacht that had previously been attached to their back crumbled under the force of their unorthodox movement, the rotted wood crumpling under the pressure and falling behind them. "Much better."

Roxanne suddenly roared out loud, a warning to everyone else to get out of the way as the massive rock snake twisted forth, wrapping their form around each colorless Pokemon until Mr. Business had restored color to them. Occasionally using items from his briefcase, to bring life back to them.

Suddenly providing a bottle of fresh mineral water for an aggressive Surskit that bit them with a well placed Recycle, restoring color as he sprayed them like one might a disobedient cat.

A quick tap of his heels for a proper Rain Dance, raining down healing waters atop the Piplup from a safe position atop Roxanne's head, who was trying to spray water back at him. All clear, another one done.

Curling around the Swirlix, he'd suddenly distract them from trying to bite him with a Dazzling Gleam, the light enhanced from this shiny CD he "borrowed" from an office building.

The Grookey was another case, and as odd as it was, he couldn't help but grin. Normally, he'd have nothing to assist with Grass. But he had recently been given a special tool-

Reaching into his , he'd suddenly pull out a massive Wood Hammer, that absolutely should not fit within the briefcase. He'd slam it down onto the ground beside the Grookey with such an intense force, attempting to remind the Grookey of its line's nature for wooden percussion.

All that were left, were Hoppy and Sheldon, and Mr. Business and Roxanne slid across the ground towards them-





_"Glacia!"

Consciousness slowly returned, a soreness that had soaked deep within their form. Their cold air had been quelled, the fire deep within their soul had been smothered. It was like waking up from a coma mixed with sleep walking, and despite not being too injured, the hurt was inside.

"Momma's here, momma's here- Glacia, please, say something." Laguna suddenly picked up the Bergmite into her arms, craddling them close.

Eyes opened, as if opening for the very first time, gazing up across the face of the one thing they never wanted to see. Laguna was crying, a deep hurt had formed within her heart, and the injured Bergmite wanted nothing more than to reach a nonexistant hand up to brush their tears away.

TV-Static flickered within their spines, a fire swiftly returning to their spirit. A firm look in her eyes, such determination building from a seemingly bottomless well. "Momma? Carry me back to the others, I can hear fighting, we have to help."

Perhaps just minutes ago, Laguna would have outright refused. She would have stubbornly refused, argued and shouted like an overprotective mother. But she realized something in that very moment, something she couldn't deny any more.

Glacia wasn't a baby anymore.

The tears began to pour, and yet Laguna couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle despite it all. It was so absurd, her emotions melting inside of her, and she wasn't quite sure how she was still standing, but somehow she managed. "Alright, hon. Just... Just promise me you'll be more careful."

The iceberg chuckled back, a sad smile on their face. "You know I can't do that."




"Hoppy! Sheldon! It's me!" Mr. Business twirled his feet as he danced around the impromptu arena that Roxanne made by surrounding the three Pokemon. The Froakie and Squirtle were simply leaping forwards, each attempting to bite onto the fashionable business man.

"They don't recognize you!" Roxanne shouted, her tail reaching into the pit to attempt to guard Mr. Business from their attacks, pushing the smaller Pokemon aside. "Ever since you got that makeover, even I-"

"Oh! Now that only makes too much sense. Remind me to support for you Employee of the year, Roxanne."

"Uh, thanks?"

With a sudden twirl of his feet, Mr. Business began a two-part Teeter Dance. The first part twirling water droplets, washing over Hoppy, and the second forming a cool breeze to wash over Sheldon. But neither of the Pokemon were restored, and with the Pokemon unable to see the Tooltips, he was at quite a loss for what else to use. Everything else seemed fairly straightforwards.

Suddenly, Laguna came skating back, with snowflakes and flames on her heels as she dashed. Just a glimpse at her four Pokemon alone revealed the tooltips to her.

"Roxanne!" She shouted, skidding to a halt. "Hoppy needs Dragon Breath! Be gentle!"

The gentle giant immediately pulled back, letting out a powerful gust of swirling gases that knocked the Froakie back, after trying to claw at her stones.

All the colors returned back to their body, and surprisingly they were still managing to cling to consciousness. Laguna would scoop them up too, a soft smile forming on her face. Even as Sheldon the Squirtle continued his mindless rampage, at least by now, she knew they could be better. The process was working.

"Welcome back, sweetheart. You okay?"

"Ugh-" Was all Hoppy's reply at first, the frog clinging to her arms with his sticky pads as if it would help ground themselves. "Where are we- Sheldon!" The frog immediately panicked, memories flooding back of their grand sacrifice, glancing upwards and seeing the turtle still lacking some colors not themselves, an empty look in their eyes.

"Someone, help him!!"

Onix - Tank - 520/600 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Guard
Action: Charge Attack
Battle Log:
- Used Dragon Breath on Froakie for 93 HP
- Took 20 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- Took 60 from Froakie
- Guarded Galarian Mr. Mime

Galarian Mr. Mime - Support - 150/350 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Buff
Action: Heal x6
Battle Log:

- Buffed Galarian Mr. Mime (himsef) +10
- Recycle on Surskit Healing 52 HP
- Rain Dance on Piplup Healing 57 HP
- Dazzling Gleam on Swirlix healing 41 HP
- Wood Hammer on Grookey healing 48 HP
- Teeter Dance on Froakie healing 53 HP
- Teeter Dance on Squirtle healing 57 HP
- Buff Total: +20

- Guarded by Onix
- Took 30 DMG from Strain/Energy Drain
- 15 DMG from Surskit
- 25 DMG from Piplup
- 25 DMG from Grookey
- 15 DMG from Swirlix
- 15 DMG from Froakie
- 15 DMG from Squirtle

{COLORLESS POKEMON}Please delete Pokemon and move types from the list as they are completed!
Copy+paste the updated list from the person above you.

SUNDIAL ENTRANCE
Sandile - Fairy
Golett - Dragon

HARBOR ENTRANCE
Finizen - Flying
Wattrel - Flying
Chinchou - Flying
Dhelmise -

NEXUS ENTRANCE
☆ All Clear! ☆

ZONE 1 PLAYER POKEMON
✔ Buzzster's Surskit - (160/100 HP)
Buzzster's Varoom - Steel (68/100 HP)
✔ Buzzster's Shuckle - (85/100 HP)
✔ Orion's Carvanha - (72/100 HP)
✔ Bergamot's Piplup - Water (371/350 HP)
✔ Bergamot's Shinx - (290/350 HP)
✔ Shalin's Galarian Ponyta - (27/150 HP)
Laguna's Squirtle - Ground (147/100 HP)
✔ Laguna's Froakie - (40/100 HP)
✔ Laguna's Bergmite - (623/600 HP)
✔ Alkaid's Grookey - (602/600 HP)
✔ Torino's Swirlix - (219/250 HP)

HARBOR ENTRANCE MOVING TO ZONE ONE

Sheldon. The first Pokemon Laguna had ever caught, having a battle right there on the Beta Coastline. The Squirtle stood by her side, valiantly doing his hardest, ready to do fight against a glitching deity of the ocean. Always arguing with, but secretly best friends with-

Hoppy. The Froakie loved his log, taking naps inside of it. The brain to Sheldon's brawn, keeping them both in check. He also stood at her side, keeping her heart in check when Groudon's shrine required a sacrifice-

Glacia.

Oh, Glacia.

Glacia was the first Pokemon Laguna had ever hatched. Her baby, with so much excited energy who loved to skate, who adored cuddling after a long day of hard work. The Pokemon she had dived into the Everworld twice to recover, fighting against the claws of fate to restore them. The Pokemon that had changed, grown-

Became a selfless hero.

And now, she was gone. Again. They were all gone.

She stood atop the roof of an old, small yacht which had been tied around the back of her Onix. The shimmering Pokemon's stones gleamed like an ice sculpture, water rushing off their body as they pushed forth, and a small little ferret-like rock Poke-Pet rode atop their head, squeaking softly. Roxxanne, she had been loyally at her side since before Briarbane even founded its roots, and she could never be more thankful for their company.

There was little others that she trusted so implicitly to protect herself, and others.

Standing next to her, stood an impeccable business man, leaning forwards as he gripped onto one of the ropes with his gloved hands. His pressed black suit made him a distinct sight amidst all the other Pokemon, not to mention the suitcase carefully being held in their other hand. Mr. Business had been with her for such a short time, but he has been nothing if not the most reasonable fellow.

Laguna trusted him to help restore the colors of the Pokemon, and to keep herself in check, in case her emotions overwhelmed her.

Meanwhile, Laguna herself had never been more prepared for combat. Cool Jorts, comfortable and chill, activated right away, spreading the frigid winds and coating all nearby within ice. Wand of the Winds already twirling in her hands, the frigid air swirling around her like the center of a small storm, carrying her Rainbow Flame Cloak upwards as shiny, gleaming feathers bounced all the colors of a majestic prism. Sparks and flames already erupted from her heels as her Trailbalzer Kicks readied to carry her forth as fast as they possibly can.

But most importantly, resting at her waist like a sword ready to be drawn, was the Phoenix Feather. Flames carried forth from the tip, burning with such intensity despite the cool air.

She was ready, physically. But emotionally?

It didn't matter if she was, or wasn't.

The raid was beginning soon.

"Roxanne! Business!" She shouted out, watching the timer tick downwards, closer and closer. "Whatever happens in there, no matter what. I-" Her words failed her, but it seemed the Pokemon understood what went unsaid. They both nodded slowly. "I- Thank you."

Mr. Business simply nodded his head, a soft, confident grin on his face like he was about to walk into the world's most dangerous business meeting full of tie-eating sharks in bloody waters with locked doors and a rising water level, and somehow walk out with the contract to the legal rights of the Jaws franchise. Impossibly stoic, how she envied his confidence.

Roxanne, however, twisted their massive head around, glancing back at Laguna as the Poke-Pet scrambled around to remain atop. Her voice ever as naturally sultry, a confidence in their tone. "Auntie, we shall find our brothers and sisters, and restore the balance of this land. But we, could also not do this without you."

Tears dripped down Laguna's cheek, but she nodded back all the same. The clock struck zero, it was time. The Dragon's Den reversed, carrying players down into the bottom, to properly grant players safe passage to the depths beyond, and a glimpse at another dungeon beyond. Now, however, was the time to focus. Laguna and Business rode on the back of the Yacht-carrying Onix, swirling down into the depths.

A massive underground pool with water thick like blood, soaking everything except Laguna's clothes, whicking off of her. Mr. Business, however, had planned for the occasiona, discarding his umbrella to the side that he seemingly pulled from his suitcase.

Mr. Mimes, man.

Laguna's eyes watched as everyone kicked it into gear, restoring color to the pale Pokemon. It almost made her sick, the sight of it all. This... happened to Sheldon, Hoppy, and Glacia, she was sure of it.

She almost threw up.

Almost.

Hearing orioncayge shouting about getting everyone up, forced her to get a hold of herself. They couldn't delay, she couldn't afford to hurt. She'd save them. She had to.

"Business, I think it's time to get to work, don't you think?"

"Oh, and here I thought I had just started working Overtime." A subtle smirk, a quiet chuckle, and then the man immediately twirled into work. His large tap-dancing shoes clapped against the yacht deck, echoing in the chamber.

"Time to support our shareholders-" A powerful ice-infused twirl carried mystical energy itself towards various colorless Pokemon, Wingull, Finizen, Piplup, and Oshawott. A powerful Safeguard would wash over them, ice protecting them from the elements.

"And ensure that we are cash flow positive." Mr. Business continued, suddenly twirling in the opposite direction as his feet continued to tap away, summoning a Rain Dance that poured down atop the Finizen and Piplup, who looked like they needed a drink.

All the while, a cold, refreshing breeze would wash over themself, readying to keep healing as often as they could.

Laguna could not help but crack at least a bit of a smile at all the nonsensical business statements. "Roxanne! Carry us forth!"

"Aye, Auntie. We have more to free, within." The Onix would slither forwards like a giant snake, carrying forth. "My cousins await us, we shall not delay."

Onix - Tank- 600/600 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: None
Action: None
Battle Log:
- N/A

Galarian Mr. Mime - Support - 290/350 HP

Link to Roll
Core Ability: Buff
Action: Heal x6
Battle Log:
- Took 60 DMG from Strain/
- Buffed Galarian Mr. Mime (himself) +10
- Safeguard x4 on Wingull, Finizen, Pilup, Oshawott
- Rain Dance x2 on Finizen, Piplup
- Buff +10

{COLORLESS POKEMON}Please delete Pokemon and move types from the list as they are completed!
Copy+paste the updated list from the person above you.

SUNDIAL ENTRANCE
Sandile - Fairy
Elgyem - Dark
Cacnea - Bug
Silicobra - Bug Rock
Varoom - Dark
Golett - Dragon

HARBOR ENTRANCE
Stunfisk - Rock
Gastly - Poison
Finizen - Flying
Dreepy - Psychic
Tynamo - Fighting
Wattrel - Flying
Chinchou - Flying
Dhelmise - Poison Rock
Piplup - Steel
Oshawott - Rock

NEXUS ENTRANCE
Grubbin - Electric
Snivy - Electric
Grookey - Fire