Travels in Ultra Space - Hisui

[Reno Vantas]

Beau knew that he had done what was needed. It really hadn't felt great but it was the truth. And at least from how Larry was looking at him, some part of him knew it too. Smiling as he saw Larry perk up and get ready to spring into action, Beau would crack his neck and look towards the town. "Every knight needs a dragon to fight. And I'm gonna bring the fire for that." Beau shot back, opening a pair of Pokeballs to look at his Seedot and Fletchinder. It was time for a real show. Getting himself into the air with the assistance of Red Baron and holding onto Pistachio with all his strength, Beau called out, "Pistachio, Sunny Day. Baron, Flame Charge." Feeling the heat licking his back as the sun became blinding behind him, Beau's smile would just continue to spread into a manic, almost painful looking face of glee. And like that, it would begin.

From the sky would come a streaking fireball, trajectory placing its crash site as the farms. And there was no way to miss it between the almost blinding sun, intense flames, and constant cracks and booms as this fiery streak shot towards the farm. And while the flame and noise would die out for a moment as whatever this entity was crashed into the farm with a heavy thud, the sun would continue beating down on the inhabitants before the flames leapt to life again, something beyond the plants catching the flames and creating a massive inferno that was racing across the fields with ferocity seldom seen in flames. And the booms would start up again, louder and larger as they now signaled balls of fire erupting from the anarchy that had now engulfed the fields. Who could even tell what the scene looked like up close? Hopefully the guards would soon before the entire food supply ended up a casualty of this disaster.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

SubonicXP

In the dungeons of Galaxy Hall Darts and the medium would not hear the screaming going on above however Darts, as a Ghost hybrid, would definitely sense their dark emotions of dread and fear. Something was going on up there that had a lot of people spooked. Was it his teammates?

Scowling at Darts’ little scene the medium would grumble. “Mysterious over life and death, ha…” She originally scoffed but then a thought popped into her mind, something she hadn’t thought of in a long while, simply because it was too painful to do so. Why she would think of it at a time like this she did not know, it was as if this memory was pulled from the darkest recesses of her mind and brought to the forefront on purpose. “I could use you…” She said softly, fumbling around her person, looking for something. Was mighty Sinnoh trying to speak to her? Maybe that’s why this devil was here, a gift from their lord. Yes, with that spell she could bring her daughter back.

“I need a piece of your clothing. That jacket looks like it would do.” She said, walking up to the cell and starting to open it up with the only key the lock had. An idea had clearly captivated this woman, mental tunnel vision consuming her. Whatever was going on with her didn’t matter to Darts, so long as she turned that key that’s all he cared about. “You’ll do something good for once in your existence.” She evilly smiled at Darts as she turned the key and the lock clicked open. That smile though, something seemed strange, maybe even familiar. Now wasn’t the time to mull it over though as the cell door swung open.

Darts glances upwards at the ceiling for a brief moment, hearing and feeling the utter chaos that has broken out amongst the people of the town. Whatever was going on, it wasn't going to be any of his concern while he's locked down in this basement upholding his end of their bargain. His red eyes swivel back down to the Medium as she's muttering to herself and opening her cell door. Something about his jacket? He could definitely overpower the woman and escape, that wasn't the issue here. The look in her eyes, he knew he recognized it from somewhere. A thousand-foot stare boring into the center of his very being that wouldn't let him escape if she could help it. He just had to play pretend for a little bit longer though, he didn't know whether or not whatever was going on outside his cell was his cue to make an exit or not. Prematurely leaving this place would put all his teammates in potential danger.

"M-my jacket?" He stammers, affecting fright as she approached him. "Unfortunately I cannot part with the garment. It's very sentimental to me. In addition, as you see it's not fit for mortal consumption..." His entire jacket waves and shudders in a singular motion, as if it were a person struck by a chill. "It's a little but much to handle."

MoniqueBrie

Armed with the information given by Deo, what looked like a guard calmly walked past the panicked crowds evacuating Galaxy Hall and into the building. The ground floor looked quite well-appointed, but she wasn't here for that. She moved with precision down a hallway and to the staircase to the basement, which shed the warm lighting and wood finishes for cold, tuff stone surfaces on all sides.

The basement was set up as one long hallway. To one side, there were a few doors, but to the other, the wooden doors were replaced by large openings for jail cells. A guard stood watch outside a cell at the end of this long, damp, and very dimly lit hall, the only light coming from a narrow window just under the ceiling at its end. She was lucky she had Zoroark vision, though nobody here could know that. But the guard, seeing only another of his kind, did not suspect anything.

As she approached the last cell, she noticed an empty chair, as well as several paper tags adorning the outside of the cell. It had just been unlocked, and an older woman was apparently trying to tug on Darts's jacket.

"He must be moved!" she commanded, hoping to stop this...guard? intruder? in her tracks. What was this...woman doing?

The medium turned and looked, having been caught in the act. "Who are you?"

Monique racked her brain. What did Sub say their leader's name was? It came to her after a moment.

"He must be moved. Commander Kamado's orders."

The mere mention of the name of the Commander, though, was not enough to jerk the medium out of her mental tunnel vision.

"I'm not letting this devil go!" she spat, still trying to tug at the jacket. This alarmed Monique, given that the jacket was pivotal to the entire plot to get back home.

Time for Plan B. The "guard" reached for a Poké Ball and produced a Pokémon the likes of which the medium had never seen. It was small, but it bore a bone with two flames whose ghastly green light illuminated the cell. The cursed flames of the Alolan Marowak sent the woman into agony. She started screaming, something Monique knew had to be stifled without her identity as a Zoroark being uncovered.

"Unshackle him so he may be moved!" she ordered like an officer commanding a prisoner—except her prisoner was not the one being imprisoned.

The medium did not abide, and Monique moved to push her off of Darts. She might have felt for a moment the fuzziness of Pokémon hybrid hands, but given the sensory overload she was experiencing, that realization might not come to her for some time. With Marowak's twirling bone distracting the medium, hurting her, and providing light, Monique worked as fast as she could to undo the restraints. After several minutes, they were all unbound. Monique recalled Kalama into her Poké Ball, plunging the room into darkness, before running out with Darts, still casting a disguise, and returning upstairs.

It was at that moment that a strangely familiar-looking guard burst through the doors of the dungeon, interrupting Darts' affectation with the medium. In an instant the gambler knew what was up. It was time to get going. The Medium wasn't letting her prey go so easily, but the Alolan Marowak distraction certainly bought Darts enough time to undo his own bonds. Monique gave it her all to try and free the manacled hybrid, but Darts took action himself. He slipped his gilt fingers into the space between his ankle and the shackle and snapped it with a twist of his shoulders, easily smashing the well-built iron on first one leg, then the other. He doesn't have time to thank the disguised hybrid before Monique whisked him away frantically, the pair of Snagems on each other's heels as they run out of the building.

"It feels like all hell is breaking loose up here." He finally manages, as the pair of them are ascending the stairs step for step out of the headquarters. "Was this part of the plan? What's going on?"  

[DragonFang099]

The sounds of screams and running people was the signal Amber had been waiting for, and she turned to Arauth. "Do it," she said. Arauth, knowing what she had to do, nodded and went invisible, heading just outside the village to do as Amber had asked. While the Ghost-type was shooting Shadow Balls at the ground to cause a few explosions, Amber focused on the village. While she knew the intentions behind Beau's attack on the farms, she couldn't in good conscience just leave the fields to burn to ash.

Pulling a second Pokeball from her belt, she tossed it in the air, releasing Bubbles, her Froakie. "Bubbles, use Water Pulse on the fields closest to us, try to stop the flames from taking over completely," she said. The Froakie gave a nod and turned to the fields, spraying the fields closest to them with water in the hope that they could save at least a little of the crops. If this worked, they would be able to prevent the village from starving until new crops could be planted.  

[Cecile Silverstone]

Once the plan was in motion, Leon stepped into action. "Everyone stay calm! We will protect you!" Leon shouted as he was guiding everyone away from the battle. As he was directing people, he noticed someone knock onto a large vase and was about to fall over on a pair of siblings. Leon quickly rushed over to them through the chaos and held the giant vase from falling. The siblings were an older brother and little sister. "I-It's okay! Go on ahead!" He said as the kids ran off. He pushed the giant vase back up in place. He sighed of relief as he had Roserade pop out of his Pokeball. "Let's calm down the crowd with Sweet Scent." Leon said as Roserade performed a small ballet as a pink mist filled the air.  

[Requiem of Whyspers]

Wren was careful to wait until everything was well underway before he made his way back into town, Altissima resting on a nearby hill and watching for him to begin he charade. As he walked into town, he projected loudly, a prayer to the Kami to grant him aid as he moved between villagers. As he "prayed", flower petals burst into existence around the villagers who appeared to be most in danger, pushing and pulling at them gently until they were whisked off their feet and hauled away from the danger zone. As he Channeler moved through he town, he appeared to dance between the panicked villagers, until he got near Absol and a "veil" of flower petals blocked it's view. "Move!" He exclaimed to the villagers remaining nearby. "The Kami can only grant me power for so long. I'll cover your escape." He told them, turning back to Absol and giving it a barely masked smirk. Even with everything going on, hs anxiety was through the roof right now. He'd known to expect something chaotic but this was quickly becoming a bit more chaotic than he was prepared to deal with.  

[Reno Vantas]

Beau would stumble to the meeting site, soot covered and with both his Pokemon stashed away once again. Man, it was really easy to keep people away from you when no one really had any Pokemon to try and sort out the fires you were starting besides someone already on your side. But now it seemed they had another person in front of them. And he was throwing some real....strange eyes towards Darts. "Hey Volo. I'm Beau. And.....why the hell are we trusting you?" Beau questioned, hand reflexively flexing as he slowly moved himself into the path between Volo and Darts.  

[MoniqueBrie]

After making their mad dash out of a frenzied Jubilife Village, Darts and Monique made it to Deertrack Heights. The Zoroark hybrid shed her disguise, but instead of Sub waiting to greet them, a man in some tattered, yellow-and-white outfit was there.

“Hello, Snagem Team! Or is it Team Snagem?”

Monique eyed him warily. He was carrying some oversized sack on his back. His explanation of where the leader had gone made sense, but this person, whose identity she did not know, left her feeling little comfort. He seemed exceptionally chatty for the situation. And his gaze was rarely leaving Darts.

She folded her hands over her chest and exhaled. He was like one of those merchants who occasionally left Flower City running a racket of "common by us, rare by you". Every mannerism about him creeped her out.  

[DeoLux]

Heading to the gathering point, Deo was very uneasy about him 'breaking' a law to free one of his teammates. However there was no time to think on that as he had to meet with the rest of the team, and Sub, at this location.

When he arrived there, he looked around for Sub. Only to find this figure, a person called Volo. Pointing at Darts with a declaration of confirming a theory. Deo was already suspicious about meeting another person and not Sub. This though, would make it a whole lot more suspicious than anything else.  

[Atlantis_Darts]

SubonicXP

In the midst of the chaos Darts and Monique would had little problem escaping from Galaxy Hall, passing Leon who saved some kids from a falling vase, then catching up to the fleeing Freth as she too fled from the vicinity of Galaxy Hall. Now on the outside Darts could see first hand the extent his team went to rescue him, though there were doubts they actually had to do all this, he could have escaped on his own easily, right?

Darts had much of the same thought, as there was no need for anyone to do any of this for him to free himself. "Thanks for the assist." He says all the same to Monique as they pad onward towards Deertrack Heights, legitimately comforted by the fact that someone cared to come looking for him anyhow. "Seems like things have gotten a bit... rowdy since they put me behind bars. Must be something to do with the devil coming to town." It was a joke, but one made rather tongue-in-cheek. Who knew what was happening out here?

MoniqueBrie

After making their mad dash out of a frenzied Jubilife Village, Darts and Monique made it to Deertrack Heights. The Zoroark hybrid shed her disguise, but instead of Sub waiting to greet them, a man in some tattered, yellow-and-white outfit was there.

“Hello, Snagem Team! Or is it Team Snagem?”

Monique eyed him warily. He was carrying some oversized sack on his back. His explanation of where the leader had gone made sense, but this person, whose identity she did not know, left her feeling little comfort. He seemed exceptionally chatty for the situation. And his gaze was rarely leaving Darts.

She folded her hands over her chest and exhaled. He was like one of those merchants who occasionally left Flower City running a racket of "common by us, rare by you". Every mannerism about him creeped her out.

Monique and Darts are some of the last to arrive at the gathering, rounding the bend next to Amaranth and coming face to face with the person known as Volo. The Giratina hybrid shared Monique's sentiments about the man. Dealing with hustlers and con-men at the gambling table had calloused Darts to the normal sliminess that came with the individuals but there was something rather off about this man even compared to them. It cloaked about his every movement, and while he couldn't put a direct finger on what it was that distinguished this particular racketeer from his fellows, Darts didn't like it all the same.

SubonicXP

“Your leader said I’d find you all here, nice guy, would have loved to have spoken to him longer. Seemed to be a wealth of knowledge to rival my own.” He said, almost wincing at that admittance. “My name is Volo, and in case you’re wondering where he is he set out to meet a relative of mine, Cogita. She is one of the last descendants of the Celestica, but now isn’t the time to get into that. Just know he had some questions I couldn’t answer but she definitely can. Shouldn’t take him too long for him to return.” He said, letting out a groan as he cracked his neck. “Think we might have an idea on getting all you back home, and it revolves around…you.” Volo said, pointing a finger at Darts, his gaze intense, such so that it might even make the Giratina hybrid wish to look away. “I think your leader was on the right track with his theory.” He smiled.

Darts doesn't turn his gaze, as uncomfortable as the meeting between their pairs of eyes continued to be, and stares down the merchant in turn even as Beau moves in front of him. There it was again, that niggling little itch at the back of his skull that there was something about this man that he should know... did know, but it was eluding him just barely. Like a half-remembered part of a dream once you wake up. "Oh really?" He asks finally, gesturing up and down at the entirety of his hybrid-ness as if daring Volo to drink it in a little. "You know a lot about interdimensional travel, do you?" he half-spits, a little sarcastically. His hunch or gut instinct notwithstanding, Volo wasn't doing the best job of getting on Darts' good side off the bat, that was for sure.