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Saturday, October 6th, 11:50 p.m. JST
Saffron City, Silph Co. Tower


The day had been a calm one for most. The usual din and chatter of city life picked up right around the early hours of morning, seven at the latest. Cars and people bustled through the downtown venues of Saffron City's busy business district, dedicated to their morning commute. To most, in truth, it seemed like just another day. It had passed without worry.

But far above the ant-like forms of the late-night civilians below, one person peered out of the large bay windows of Silph Co's research and development facilities. She was well known amongst those of the scientific fields as on the verge of great discovery. She was well known among the rich and well-to-do crowd for being a caring philanthropist. And to a certain power that brewed in the shadows, she was dearly known as a route to greater power.

One of the servants of the powers that be and brewed in the dark shadows of the world, she stepped away from the windows to walk towards the device sitting on the board room table. It practically glowed a sinister magenta-violet. Tubing ran from the main structure to an array on the wall that had been transported in from the research center proper. In truth, she had only relocated it here for dramatic location. She wanted to see Saffron as it was destroyed by what was to come.

Somewhere in this building, a security guard lay dripping blood over his camera consoles. The talons of a Sneasel had torn through his flesh. The woman, had ordered the assault. Now she was one of the few in the Silph Co. Building itself. She set the timer on the device, beckoned to her Sneasel, and made way to the elevator shafts. Everyone else that might have questioned her being here so late? Paid to take the night off. She had the building to herself.

Taking the elevator down to the laboratory floors, the 30's, Vanessa peered out the windows and eyed tower across the street. Using powers latent-ly awakened, she teleported across the thoroughfare to the other tower. She cast her gaze again, blipping across to another lower-skyscraper. Foot by foot, she teleported length by length until she was about at her limit of her range. It took around thirty seconds to get to the area where the blast would be least effective.

She looked down to her watch, counting the seconds with exacting precision.

Three.

Two.

One.

To anyone who could see it from afar, a blinding point of light lit up the Silph Co. Building like a beacon before it expanded to tremendous geyser of light, smoke and vaporized debris. In the immediate area, for a half mile radius of the blast zone, all human, plant and animal-life was instantly vaporized.

A nuclear explosion tore through the downtown Saffron area. Buildings were gutted in moments, their materials turning to a thick cloud of dust and smoke and trace elements. Later, all that would remain of Silph Co. would be a shell of the bottom two floors. The device had been too high up to make a crater in the ground, but the structure integrity of the surrounding blocks of the city had become exactly nothing for a half mile wide circle.

In truth, the explosion that tore through the area was minimal in comparison to most nuclear destructive devices. It had destroyed the buildings, yes, a half mile radius was gone, but the bomb had done more than just destroy. For the next half mile outside that, a mile from the epicenter of the device, buildings were stricken and destroyed, debris falling and ravaging humans caught in the black. A shock wave traveled at thousands of feet per second, flattening humans, buildings and vehicles, knocking everything down by sheer inhuman force. An electro-magnetic pulse rippled through the city, causing all electricity to flicker out in the metropolis.

It would leave some forty thousand dead and hundreds of thousands wounded. Anyone looking to the flash of the explosion would be irreversibly blinded. But the bomb was not just a nuclear blast. At its detonation, material had been dispersed through the area beyond the explosion, effectively turning Saffron into a radioactive-hazard area in its own right. A dirty bomb, the device turned the business center of Kanto into a nuclear fallout zone.



Sunday, October 7th, 5:12 a.m. JST
Saffron City, 1-Mile Radius of the Epicenter


Sirens wailed through the city. Those with access to basements had been advised to remain in them for a foreseeable future to avoid radiation. Initial responses to the destruction were being made on all accounts, but the explosion was still so fresh in happening that Kanto response teams had barely begun to scratch the surface of what needed to be done.

And, unfortunately, the nature of what needed to be done to fight the results of the bomb was about to change.

Radiation is not typically visible to the naked eye. It is something that chemically clings to the surface of any other material, contaminating it. It is a foul substance to clean up and it can taint for years, decades, after it has been introduced. No one at the moment was concerned with clean up so much as they were evacuation and containment. It was more important to organize how to get people out, to move them to an area for contending with contamination and to save lives.

So when stray reports started to come in of red, almost fungal looking growths spreading across building faces, very few response teams were concerned. It wasn't until the growth of this substance became overwhelming that people began to notice.

From the epicenter of the blast, a red slime writhed across the area, swarming up and engulfing whole building-sides with a fast growing, mold-like spread. It swelled, like a blister filling with pus. Beads of grime pooled on the surface of it before each bubble burst up into a headed-tentacle. Beady eyes peered out as blisters and sores swelled on the fungal mass, forming wart like nest that pulsed with purple-veins.

These masses writhed like some kind of alien anemones. The collective creation of these foul creatures was, in some irony, helpful. They swelled to neutralize the radio-activity of the area, in-taking the elements that would normally irreversibly contaminate an area the way a plant converts carbon-dioxide to oxygen.

On the converse, their output was much, much worse than what they in-took.

Beasts began to birth from their blister-like hives, swelling out of them in a vile display of face-less beings sloughing out of a pus-filled womb. They ambled to their feet, single eyes on their stomachs gazing out at the world they had been born into. Veins pulsed across their red bodies, their skin wet with slime and viscera and for the entire world looking like human flesh that had been flayed.

They were the sheer embodiment of every vile thought, essence and feeling of born from humankind for the past millennia. They numbered in the hundreds of thousands, with more being born every second. And they were seeking out and attacking all human life left in Saffron.

Finally, after century upon century, millennia upon millennia, the greater Darkness had found a way to birth a creature into the world. Its war upon Arceus's creations had begun.


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- - - - - Global Event Overview - - - - -
• Character death is OFF in this event. (Except with player's permission.)
• There is NO posting order in these events. Post as necessary.
• This event is CANON. Whatever happens in this thread effects the board's plot.

- - - - - Global Event Information - - - - -
• You may roleplay in any part of Saffron City you wish.
• You may incorporate other areas or regions so long as it relates to Saffron City.
• You may use any character you wish, so long as their being there is explained and believable.
• You may use as many characters as you like, so long as their being there is explained and believable.
• If there is another Global Event, you may not use the same characters in each.
• You may incorporate one or more of the creatures born from the Darkness in to your posts in whatever capacity you choose.
• You may incorporate other Pokémon Trainers or generic NPCs in to your posts in whatever capacity you choose.
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Vanessa-Lilith looked on with half-lidded eyes at the destruction. She'd gotten away from the blast radius rather easily; The 'seed' implanted in this body allowed her to use some of her powers, but not too many of them. Instantaneous movement was one. Silph was indeed the highest building in Saffron. However, there were still a multitude of tall buildings. She had chosen one to stand on as she looked down at the chaos and destruction. Look at them. They ran, and screamed. Some of the fools even wanted to fight. This is what free will created. When she took it from them and ruled the world with her beloved Cynthia, this would all be over. She would watch the chaos unfold from here. She also hoped she flattened that annoying woman that lived here. That would be a decided bonus. She was one of the only big threats to the entire plan. The prophecy should not be spread to the world. Hateful eyes took in every single ant below. And she laughed. Laughed and raised her arms upward as her body took on a sickly violet glow.

"Go, my children..consume, destroy! Eat this world and re-create it in our own image. Eliminate this peaceful population and show them war, show them pain! Show them that all of their foolish free will only brings them harm."


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There was another figure on a tall building, far across the other side of the city from the ranting woman. He was wearing a black suit with a tie, and a black hat. His golden hair fluttered in the breeze and a faint barrier was formed around his body to protect him from any errant radiation, supernatural or natural. Call it a filter, if you will. He could feel the dark power here. So it had begun, had it? They had warned of it thousands of years ago. Mind you, it wasn't precisely the same prophecy as Sabrina spoke of. No, his people had simply warned against letting evil into the world. And then the minsters and priests had been fools, and given in to the wish of the king, and done a great evil. Perhaps that had even paved the way in a sense, for this disaster. Everything in this world left an echo. One domino toppled entire rows. Faust picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. It was the number of that place where that alchemist was. And he left a single message on their answering machine.

"Find a television. Turn it on."
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"No Turning Back"
Sunday, October 7th - 05:07:22
Sgt. James Ros
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Saffron City, Kanto


The diesel grumble of the Stryker engines of Brigade Combat Team One was the only sound in the dead streets of Saffron City. The three Strykers were inside the dead zone, the circle of severe—not complete—destruction marked by toppled buildings. The firestorm that had swept had further aggregated the catastrophic damage, leaving guttering fires on every surface that was remotely combustible. Through the glimpses Sergeant Ros got of the crew's exterior screens, they were driving through Hell, itself.

Ros' Stryker was of the M1126 Infantry Carrier Vehicle variety. Aside from himself, the driver, and the vehicle commander, eight other soldiers fully-kitted out in MOPP4 protection gear sat in the troop bay of the vehicle, crammed together like sardines in a can, ostensibly providing security for the NEST team in the M1135 Nuclear/Biological/Chemical Recon version of the Stryker, but everyone knew that if the NEST team ran into any real trouble out there, they were on their own; MOPP was chemical and biological protection, and lacked the materials necessary to protect against the hard radiation they were traveling through. The third Stryker was an M1133 Medical Evacuation Vehicle, brought along on the one-in-a-million shot that they found survivors.

No one spoke. The only sounds were distant radio chatter over the vehicle commander's station and the steady, endless ticking of the Geiger counter in the vehicle. And the harsh, steady sound of his own breathing in his ears.

The Stryker lurched upward, slinging Ros sideways in his restraints before the vehicle's nose tipped back down with a heavy crash and continued moving. "We're heading through the remains of the maglev station, if these positioning maps are right!" the vehicle commander shouted back to them over the noise. "The track's collapsed in several places, that's what we just ran over!"

"All stations this net, all stations this net, be advised that we're picking up some anomalies here. Kilo-Two's NEST is reporting some radiation dead zones well inside what should be saturated areas. Repeat, we're getting reports of zero-radiation inside the containment zones. All stations this net, investigate any such anomalies you come across and report back, over."

Across the troop bay's aisle, back near the exit hatch, Private Gilbert leaned forward and shouted, "Hey what do you think all that means? Isn't everything within like ten miles of this place supposed to make your nuts glow if you're out in it for more than a couple minutes?"

PFC Sullivan, arms crossed over his M240B machine gun, responded, just loud enough to be heard, "That's something you'd have to ask those NEST egg-heads. None of us trained for this shit."

"Viper-One, Viper-Two. Be advised, we just rolled into one of those dead zones Magic was talking about. We gonna stop and give it a look?"

It took Ros until hearing that radio call to realize that he didn't hear the omnipresent ticking of the Geiger counter anymore. Shortly afterwards, the Stryker rolled to a stop and idled, the pitch of its engines changing as the vehicle commander contemplated. "Viper-Two, we copy that. Our Geiger counter's stopped ticking. We'll stop for two minutes to let your guys out to take readings, but then we've got to keep on to the Gym." The commander turned away from his station and looked at Ros. "What do you think, Sarge? Counter shows we're clean here, want to risk it?"

"Might as well," Ros answered. "Let us out, would you?"

Metallic clicking and shifting sounds filled the compartment as the hatch unlocked, then air hissed as the overpressure system that kept them contained against contaminants depressurized, before the back ramp dropped to the ground. To Ros' pleasure, his squad didn't have to be ordered; they were already dismounting before the ramp even hit the ground.

Heat washed over Ros' face, even through the protective mask and hood he wore, as he stepped out into the murky, smoke-filled air. He turned in a circle to take in his surroundings as the troops fell into their drilled cover patterns, and the NEST and medical teams deployed from the other two vehicles. Ahead, a felled skyscraper blocked the direct path forward; they'd have to take a side-street to continue on to the Gym. Glass and concrete fragments crunched under their boots. Other than the fires licking at the buildings, nothing moved in the immediate area.

The five NEST men spread out in a circular array from their vehicle, pointing a dizzying array of handheld scanning equipment in every direction. Ros turned over his left arm and looked at the GPS device on his wrist, trying to figure out where, exactly, in Saffron he was. The military system was much more sophisticated and reliable from the occasionally-shoddy performance displayed by his personal phone's GPS, and his current location seemed to be at the intersection of one of Saffron's main thoroughfares and the route north out of the city.

"What in Arceus' name is this?" he heard one of the NEST men mumble.

Ros turned to find several of them standing before a skyscraper that had partially telescoped down into itself. Its entire remaining surface was covered with a red material that looked one moment slime, one moment fungus, alive and pulsating. It was most disgusting. One of the men walked to within arm's reach of it, and his Geiger counter began ticking audibly in the silence. He stepped back, and the device went quiet again.

"I see... These growths are absorbing the radiation. They seem to be what's creating the dead zones. And it's getting larger..."

Another pitched in, "Left to their own devices, they'd probably decontaminate the city on their own."

The nuclear-ologists, or whatever they called themselves, for Ros honestly didn't care at that moment, stayed in their own little world discussing the merits of these growths, as scientists were prone to do, ignoring the actual world around them. Ros and his men watched as the mass shifted, pooling in large pustules that burst into searching, writhing tentacles, and what seemed to be eyes sprouting all over its surface.

Ros sighted his weapon on one of the eyes and called out, "Gentlemen! Might I suggest you retreat from the oozing vagina!"

That got the responders' attention, but before they could get away, two of the tentacles shot out and ensnared them, pulling them screaming into the amorphous mass. The screaming cut off suddenly, and then dozens of humanoid abominations began to slough, crawl, and otherwise disgorge from the disgusting mess.

"Sarge! What the fuck are those things!?" Gilbert demanded.

"Do we shoot them?" Sullivan queried.

Ros heard the whir of a turret, and knew without looking that their Stryker had trained its Bushmaster on the slime field and the things coming out of it. He watched the NEST Stryker do the same. For a brief, terrible moment, Ros was torn with indecision. These things were grotesque, barely qualifying as humanoid, and coming toward them in a manner that all his instincts identified as hostile. But for all he knew, these were radiation-affected, sewage-coated survivors and they needed his help. The Strykers weren't firing either.

"All stations this net, all stations this net. Be advised, nonhuman lifeforms have appeared in the city. BCT Kilo-Two is down. All such creatures are considered hostile. Destroy immediately. Repeat, destroy immediately."

"You heard it, open fire!" Ros commanded, firing a burst at the eye-like nodule he had targeted before adjusting to the more immediate threat of the creatures on the ground. The silence of the entire city exploded with distant small-arms fire, which was quickly drowned by the chatter of Sullivan's M240B and the heavy, chest-hammering chattering of the Strykers' remote-fired machine guns.

The war for Saffron was underway.


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Sunday, October 7th - 05:22:18
Sendai Castle, Tohoku


"...now receiving reports of some kind of creatures, clearly not human, appearing in the most damaged portions of the city that have begun to attack the military search and rescue teams. Armored units from both the Republic of Seafoam and Kanto's own army are engaging these new threats. Saffron has become a war zone."

One blue eye stared down at the news video playing on the iPad detailing the recent nuclear attack on Saffron City. The man knew full well what that meant; he'd researched well the actions and consequences of Japan in World War II, had absorbed every bit of information available about the atom weapons.

The news of that attack wasn't a concern for him. He was going to stay out of that. Radiation was something he had no desire to acquaint himself with, and he had no skills to lend for searching for survivors of that heinous attack.

But these creatures that were appearing...

With his right fist propped against his chin, his left index finger pressed to the time bar of the video and scrolled it forwards, then backwards, then back some more until he managed to bring it to a stop over a poorly-focused image of several of these creatures, and what appeared to be the hive-like growths that birthed them, all backlit by the muzzle-flash of rifle fire.

"I wonder if it'd even be worth going and sticking my nose in there," the man mused. "Those army guys look like they're on point, hell of a lot different from the rifle corps back in my day. They might have this whole thing taken care of by the time I get there..."


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Althea was certainly popular these days. She had gotten more phone calls in the past few months than she had in the past few years all together. So, when the maid came downstairs to the library with another ornate phone, Althea looked up at the phone. She reached forward and placed an old fashioned bookmark between the pages, closing the tome.

The woman answered it.

"Find a television. Turn it on."

Althea blinked, recognizing the voice. Then she replied in her typical matter-of-fact voice.

"I don't have one."

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Kotomi stood to the right, slightly behind him, of her daimyo dutifully. Her arms tucked into the pockets of the brown trench coat she took to wearing during colder seasons and her sword's hilt was visible beyond the shoulder of her slight frame, situated on her back. The girl had been in sort of a zen state, simply at peace protecting the man she had sworn fealty too. (Granted, there wasn't much to protect him from in this day and age, it was still a matter of her personal honor.)

She blink abruptly at the sound of Masamune's voice and then leaned over him to watch the video on the device in his lap. She watched in silence until he was busy trying to freeze frame one of the scenes. She scrutinized the creature in the video.

"They might have this whole thing taken care of by the time I get there..."

Kotomi shrugged. "We can get there in roughly an hour if we take the bullet train. It stops right in Saffron."
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"An hour, huh? Faster than I expected. It used to take four days to march down to Edo if the weather was cooperating."

Closing down the browser he was using, he turned off the iPad and stood up in the shade of the tree, gazing out from the opening in the castle walls overlooking Sendai. From the images and video he'd studied, Saffron and Sendai looked quite similar. He couldn't bear to think of that kind of thing happening here, in the city he had made. For the most miserable of moments, his mind's eye replaced the idyllic scenery with a vision of hell; red skies choked with smoke and ash, screams of the dying filling the air, those abominations methodically searching out everything they could find.

His features contorted into a scowl. That alone was reason enough to intervene in the Saffron debacle. Perhaps if he did enough damage, destroyed enough of those things, whatever they had that controlled them would determine that Sendai was not worth the cost in attacking.

"Well, guess it's going to get busy, then." Turning back to the small outbuilding he currently called home, he moved to head inside.

He set the iPad down on a desk just inside the building, heading directly for his room with the practiced ease of having done it many times. Inside, unused since he had arrived here, his armor sat waiting on a stand, surrounded by the six blades that history somehow failed to record as being commonplace for him.

It took barely ten minutes from the time he had entered the room until he stepped back out, the gi and hakama replaced with his armor, all six swords in place at his sides and the pistols he was known for holstered at the small of his back. Carrying his helmet in his hands, he turned his gaze toward Kotomi. She was so like Kojuro, so obviously his descendant, but she was untested in real battle, and he still wasn't sure how he felt about a woman fighting.

None of that really mattered, though. This was a different age, where women were allowed to be every bit as formidable as men. It was too early in the game for a named character like her to get killed, anyway. "Let's go join the party."


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"Hm. Then find the largest mirror you can. You really need a small television or radio wherever you happen to be at. There's been a disaster in Saffron. It's related to something you might find interesting, else I wouldn't have called you."

Faust hung up the phone after that, and waited. He idly fingered a mirror in his pocket. He would wait a little while, vaguely guessing how long it would take her to get to a mirror. Five minutes at most, he figured. Every woman had a mirror somewhere, if for nothing else than to make sure their hat was on correctly. Everybody loved hats.
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The attack hadn't been what had tipped the imposing man off. No, it was the awakening of those things that keyed his senses immediately to the area. The Dairokuten Maou's eyes shifted in the direction of the disturbance. The look on his face was not the usual one of self-confident amusement. If that thing existed in this day and age, he not only owed it one, but owed it back pay. With his two ground-based companions in their containers, he gestured to his two free companions. His Hydreigon understood, and soon, the group was flying at a breakneck pace towards Saffron. Naturally, Nobunaga sat on the back of the dragon with his legs and arms crossed in front of him, the trifle of wind and speed meaningless to him as he maintained a field of energy. His Honchkrow followed alongside the speeding Hydreigon, keeping good time because of his Lord's ability to bolster them with his own power. They shared a type, therefore, he could easily help them achieve new heights. It was unlike Nobunaga to boost his partners, preferring to let them use their own strength. However, this was a time when speed was of the essence.

It would take him a bit of time to get to Saffron; not too much time, as he wasn't too far form there to begin with. But as he pushed his partner to move faster, he had a feeling when he got there, he was not going to be happy. Not one bit.
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Between 11:50 p.m October 6th & 5:12 a.m. October 7th. JST
1 1/2 Mile Outside Saffron City


Since the opening of Seafoam, Red had wandered around Kanto just a bit. He’d been home to see his mother, explained about his change of circumstances, and had been making a route of it, visiting friends in Viridian, Pewter, Celadon, Cerulean, and was on the route to Saffron when the bomb went off. It was a blinding flash that hurt his eyes, even from his distance and only catching the barest glimpse from behind his helmet, and the motorcycle he was riding started a spinout as black spots flashed in front of red eyes, Pikachu ‘shouting’ from his shoulder as he struggled to get the bike back under his control, blinking to clear his vision.

It was after a full four turns, and almost hitting his side that Red finally got his bike under control, and it slid sideways, into a halt, one booted foot hitting the ground. He immediately checked that Pikachu was okay, hunted for the pokeballs on his belt, and reached into his pocket for Joltik. Once he was certain his companions were in the clear, he lifted his head back towards Saffron, feeling sick to his stomach.

A bomb had gone off in the middle of Kanto. He’d felt it. Felt more than just the shock of how close to home it hit, but felt the way the explosion ripped away the lives of others, humans and Pokémon alike. The feeling had him grinding his teeth and wrenching his eyes away from the distance, still blinking as he reached into a pocket for his cell phone, ripping his helmet off with his other hand. It was ringing when it came out of his pocket, and he popped it open. ”Yes Mother, I’m fine. No, I wasn’t to Saffron yet. Yes, I saw the explosion.” He paused, and glanced again rubbing his eyes with his free hand, Pikachu patting at his face worriedly and waving a paw to make certain he could see.

”No, I mean saw the explosion. I’m on the road, about a mile and a half out from the city edge. Yes, of course I’m going in. I’ll call you when I get into town and have more news. Keep the television on. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Love you too.” He ended the call and dialed again. This time, it was his… was girlfriend even the right word?

”C’mon Gis, pick up the phone.” She hadn’t been exactly thrilled with him when he’d told her that he was taking a trip around the cities, but it had been a while since he’d been in Kanto, and he wanted to get reacquainted with people, make sure his old contacts were doing well, and just visit with people who had been out of touch with him for a while. He wouldn’t go further until she’d answered though, and turned the speaker phone on, letting it ring out loud while he typed out a fast text to one other person – Green. The text was simple: ‘Explosion in Saffron, turn on TV and text back as soon as you get this.’

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Between 11:50 p.m October 6th & 5:12 a.m. October 7th. JST
Nobunage & Nouhime's Home


Nouhime had felt, more than heard Nobunaga prepare to leave the small apartment they were currently sharing, and had caught him seconds before he left, leaping nimbly onto the back of his Honchkrow as it passed her. It was a risky move, considering the speeds at which the bird moved, but she wasn’t about to let him go off on his own. Especially if that thing was back in some capacity. No, she’d be going with him for this.

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Between 11:50 p.m October 6th & 5:12 a.m. October 7th. JST
Seafoam Islands, Temporary Residence


Parvana hadn’t followed Faust when he’d gone ‘out’, but instead had chosen to stay behind and cook dinner for her and the three boys under their care. When it happened, she crumpled, the pan of water she’d had in her hands crashing to the floor with a splash, her hands going to the sides of her head as she screamed. There wasn’t any power in her voice, it was just a single anguished cry, as so many lives, so many voices in her head screamed in agony, and then were silenced. Ciel rushed to help her back up, but she swatted the boys hands away with her own gloved ones, keeping him at a distance as she stood, and gripping her head, started teleporting, from where she was, to where Faust was. It would take time, given the distance, and she didn’t want to teleport blind, but she locked onto his location through their unique link, and began moving, quick as a flash, across the distance from Seafoam to Saffron. It would still take her a few minutes at best, and Ciel had rushed to turn on the TV at her bidding, the three boys intending to see what was going on, apparently.

The whole world had just gone to hell.
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Sunday, October 7th - 05:09:35

The phone was answered alright, though it was a call-back. And of course, the first thing he heard was just her sigh. Yeah, she'd seen the news. And yeah, she knew about the military moving in. This was way out of her league. Interpol would be investigating the crime as an act of terrorism, but they were just on the official end of it.

"I know what you're about to say. And yes, I'm aware. Not only that, my hands are tied. It isn't just Saffron. There's a terrorist action in Unova as well. The higher ups are scrambling all over the place like proverbial chickens. Officially? I can't do anything. Unofficially..well. I can tell you what I do know, and what I don't know. First off. What I do know. Rocket has nothing to do with this. Either incident. Weird as it sounds, they're innocent of any wrongdoing. I did find some disturbing data on those discs, but..that's for another time. There's nothing about this.

Second. The satellite technology I've been using for long range scanning has been picking up energy signatures that aren't pure radiation in that place, and they're growing. There's something in Saffron that's giving off a life and energy signature that's totally alien to anything I've ever seen or heard of. The scouter say it's over nine thousand, and I don't like the look of it at all. That's the other thing. All of my Psychic-type partners are really, really disturbed. Not like anything I've seen before. There's something bad in Saffron, and I don't mean terrorist bomb bad. I mean..really bad. I'll give you visual images when I get some.

And on top of that? The satellites are..detecting a major disturbance forming over the city. I don't recognize it. And darling? These numbers are off the charts. Whatever it is that's headed your way, from wherever it's from? It's big. And it's bending space. I give it an ETA of about ten to fifteen minutes before it arrives. I'll tell you more as I learn more."

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Sunday, October 7th - 05:22:41

Giselle wasn't kidding about space bending. Around the time frame where the military encountered the disturbing monsters that were emerging from their freaky space pods, and had already begun opening fire, the sky above went pitch black. Faust didn't even have to look up. He knew that aura. And he knew why it was here. This monstrosity..it offended him. There were two beings who hated this dark power with all their might. The first was Giratina, who had been twisted by it long ago. The second..that was the other who had been touched by it, but had been strong enough to shrug it off. However, the touch had done its damage, by making his power uncontrollable at points. However, when Faust was near, things were a little better, as he acted as sort of a balancing point. He watched as the black sky twisted into what could only be called a funnel of gravity. It was almost like looking up into a black hole. But this wasn't something that was a portent of doom. No, actually. These men were about to get to see something that any rare hunter worth his salt would have given his left nut to see.

A black bolt tore down from the sky, and interposed itself between the soldiers and the monsters writhing towards them. Their bullets seemed to pass through the vaguely incorporeal form that stood in front of them. Black as night, with a collar of red, and hair like a full moon. Eyes like turquoise gems stared in silent hate at the things that moved towards their prey. It turned its head towards the men, and said, in its haunting, echoed tone of voice, a few simple words.

"Retreat to higher ground, humans. These things are beyond you."

Darkrai raised one ebon-colored arm then, his eyes alight with power. Already a brilliant energy shone from every angle of his body. A force of intense gravity barreled from his outstretched hand in a beam-cannon like wave to collide violently with the shaking mass of abominations, their source generator, and further on through several damaged buildings. All he left behind in the wake of his attack was a long carved out trench in the street a hundred meters long, and falling rubble, with sparks of energy here and there marking the remnants of a truly amazing blast. The buildings had wide holes in them big enough to drive their vehicles through if they wanted, and the structural framework had been melted from the intensity. What kind of attack was that? At first glance, it looked like the attack type Dark Pulse..but it made a normal version of that attack look like a comparison between a raindrop and a tsunami.

"These beasts know not compassion or quarter. But If I were to fight here, I would kill as many humans as monsters. My power is difficult to control."

Darkrai turned then, and if the men were still there or in retreat, it didn't matter; he would raise his arm again. Only this time, their guns would glow. Specifically, the clips on the guns.

"I have imbued your weapons with my personal energy. Those projectiles will damage these monsters more effectively. But they are limited. So be sparing. Once you run out, you will be back to your mundane weapons. And I know not if they can hurt such things. Perhaps they can. I have only seen the like of these things once, long ago."

And so the keeper of nightmares rose upward, and observed from the sky. At best, he could provide cover fire if he had to, from an aerial standpoint. He would give Faust a nod, who would return it. Both of them had much to do.
Oh ZUN, bless this thy Mini-Hakkero; that with it, thou mayest spark thine enemies to tiny p blocks, in thy mercy.

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Althea blinked. A mirror? What could that possibly do? While it was akin to a TV in ways, there was no way she could possible see imagery in it the way a TV would provide. Althea wandered through the rows of books towards her bedroom. Moving small piles of books out of her wake carefully, she shifted into the corner of the room. The mirror itself was in the corner proper, a sheet over it to keep it from collecting much dust from the books around it. She pulled the sheet from the shimmering surface. Her bedroom itself was full or stacks of books.

She was still unsure as to what Faust intended to happen. The purple haired alchemist peered at the mirror carefully, as if expecting someone to walk right out of the thing.

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As the man walked inside to prepare, Kotomi released her Skymory. She walked forward to check the saddle strapped on its back, cinching the straps and losing them where need be as the metallic bird mussed at her hair affectionately. She was finishing up when Masamune returned.

Kotomi turned to take in the sight of Masamune in full battle dress. It was truly something to behold. But the time for awe was long past. If she was truly to swear her life and blade to him, now was the time that she best get him to Saffron and aide him in whatever fight might be taking place there.

She smirked slightly and in good humor. "The Shinkansen is only a short flight from here. Faster by sky than car. Once there, the trip by train is roughly an hour."
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Oh. Not good, not good.
First Latias was drawn here by... by.... something. It felt familiar. Home away from home. .....Enigma Stone. That was what it was called before.

The sister Eon had not seen Soul Dew in a very, very long time. Which could only mean that something found....killed... one of her very few brothers.Her species was growing scarcer, and no ordinary person could be responsible. For now, though, the Timid Wanderer was just glad she had not met the fate of the orb lying next to her.

Rush. The ruffling of feathers. Trees and grass alike rustle. What happened here!? L-Latios! The Bold Wanderer had scoured all of Hoenn trying to look for his sister. He had never thought that she would go so far as Kanto. But that didn't matter; it seemed like it took all she had just to stay invisible, out of the way. Still being able to see her, he outstretched his arm while descending slightly. When she took it, he would release a pulse of healing energy. Good.... Now we can go see....

Something else happened. I think you can feel it, too...? Latias searched out the source of so many negative emotions; it was difficult, as there was turmoil and tumult here, in Pewter City, as well. But surely enough, her head turned, as if a compass, to the southeast. She gathered up herself, now fully healed, and nodded to her brother.

They both folded up their arms and lowered their heads. A gale suddenly swept through the area as the Eon Duo prepared for takeoff (pun intended). As they made a mad dash for the epicenter of anger, sadness, and malice, anything in their wake that was not rooted to the ground was swept away by the powerful downwash of their flight.

So... this is why. Latios looked on all of the destruction wrought in this place. He had seen it from as far as Kanto, but he dared not find this before his sister. That was before he turned his gaze down. These... monstrosities. They certainly weren't human. And.... the same humans seemed revolted by them. Some were fleeing like mad, others staying to combat these vaguely human entities. He was searching out the thoughts of people still in the city, pinpointing their locations--- but he found one that was not human, but not humanoid.

Latias, too, looked upon the one that was neither human nor monster. A calm distinction, not ravenous like those.... things. Might be a Pokémon. No, no, no! Can't think about that right now.... need to focus n the problem at hand.

The two Eon Pokémon flew down towards the area where most of the fighting was going on.
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He gave her what he felt was good time..and then he put his arm through the hand mirror he carried with him. He stepped halfway in, and shifted across the reverse world. He had a general idea of where she'd be in terms of 'area'. It took him only a small amount of travel time, and then the mirror in front of Althea lit up, and Faust reached in and pulled her into it quickly. Into the Reverse World. He tipped his hat.

"This is my power. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Faust. I'll take you to Saffron through the Reverse World. But try not to draw attention. 'He' is still here, and he despises trespassers. And with the things floating around now that are, I'm betting he's going to be twice as active. Shall we go?"

He took her hand then and began leading her elsewhere, towards the next portal; where he left his hand mirror in other words.
Oh ZUN, bless this thy Mini-Hakkero; that with it, thou mayest spark thine enemies to tiny p blocks, in thy mercy.

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Saturday, October 6th, 11:50 P.M. JST
Saffron City Subway Train C


Bella had come to this city for one reason. To find someone. She'd lost him the last time they had met and now she was on a journey to find him. Saffron City had been one of his key places to bring up in conversation, so this was the first place she had decided to look. Sitting near the front of car 3, Bella was flipping through the pictures on her phone. An absol sat freely at her feet, eyes closed as if it were asleep.

The first sign that anything was wrong was when the absol suddenly raised its head. Bella immediately glanced down to ask what was wrong, but before she could talk the subway train shook and the screeched to a sudden stop. The power flickered off and all was quiet.

"Abso-?!" Bella started, but suddenly a force blasted the subway train forward, a screeching sound filling the tunnel and sparks shooting in the air as the sudden force pushed against the automatic second hand breaks. Bella grabbed a bar next to her seat and put one arm around absol.

Another station was coming up, but as they came close, a force shoved the train off the rails and up onto the station platform, brushing the car along the floor and against the wall. People leaped out of the way of the train and the lights flicker on and off as the emergency power tried to turn the lights back on.

Bella's eyes flickered as darkness filled her vision and she passed out. Absol lightly touched his furry head to hers. There was some blood, but no serious injury to her. He glanced back and sighed a airy sigh. No one could say the same for most of the cars occupancy.

Sunday, October 7th, 11:30 a.m. JST
Saffron City, Business District Station


Bella looked around. After the what ever had caused the subway to crash, the exit to the surface had been closed by a cave in of bricks and rubble. Since the large group of survivors were still situating themselves, no one had asked around for a rock type Pokémon, or any other type of Pokémon that could be of assistance. She coughed. The air wasn't of the best quality and the she was pretty sure there was a fire in one of the cars that had popped up and blocked the tunnel that led further down the stations towards the center of the city. After looking back down the tunnel from which the train had come, Bella had found that the tunnel had been closed off from what she could see. Another cave in from the rocking of the earth.

Absol stood at Bella's side, face hard.
"At the end of the day things will always get better. If it isn't better, then the day hasn't ended yet."

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~Monica Avalon~
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~Ezra Mynol~
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~Ralts (Oliver)~
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The creatures were not bulletproof. It had not taken any time at all for the soldiers of Sergeant Ros' squad and the Strykers to discover this. The heavy .50-caliber machine guns of the vehicles still reduced them to paste the way any humanoid should have happen when hit with several rounds the size of one's finger in the space of a second, but the rifles had a higher rounds per target rate than Ros was entirely comfortable with.

The Strykers were dividing their time between hosing the creatures whenever they encroached too much on the soldiers, or pouring fire into the eye-like blisters that seemed to be spawning the things, to negligible effect. That wasn't to say they were doing nothing, but something like the 20mm or 30mm autocannons of a Bradley would have been more suited to that job. Or Arceus forbid they had a few M1A3s on hand. There was a lot to be said about the killing power of a 120mm smoothbore cannon.

Bottom line had the soldiers steadily falling back to the armored security of the Strykers, which, at the very least, could theoretically run the things down and get them the hell out of there.

That was when Darkrai arrived and obliterated the hive they were trying to take down. And what looked like several more city-blocks of hives. The aftermath of that event left the soldiers stunned for a few moments, long enough for the pseudo-Legendary to buff their weapons and peace out.

It took exactly fifteen seconds for Gilbert to snark, "Hey, buff the .50!"


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Laura was riding the subways before the explosion caused her life to go from its normal chaotic running around to nothing short of pure chaos of the kind she'd never experienced before. One minute she'd been smiling at her green bronzor, Myrth; the next moment it froze, it shock causing it to stop the moment of even the air right around itself. When it did of course, the train, still moving, kept on doing so, making it look like the shiny green psychic and steel type had gone flying backwards, landing right by the door with a loud clang of metal on metal, slightly denting where it hit on its gear like bumps, causing many in the car she was in to jump in surprise. While many then laughed at the surprise or glared as they considered it rude, it made Laura frown. This wasn't normal behavior for Myrth..something was up with him, something had bothered him...er....it. She let go of the hand hold she'd been gripping so she could walk over and..peel Myrth of the wall. It did occur to her that it was technically unsafe to do this, but really, the chances of a train accident happening, especially in a subway were so little that there was nothing that could possibly go-...

The next second that happened as she held bronzor close to her proved her to be the same word she was about to think: wrong. As the train car bucked under her she lost her footing, tumbling around as the lights flickered in the cabin, before going out, the shriek of twisted metal and bangs of impacts knocking things loose. Unfortunately, this included some of the seats that were supposedly safely bolted to the train car. as suitcases, purses, and a large metal seat came into contact with her body, Laura's head banged into the wall quite hard o or..was it the floor? No maybe it was the roof..she couldn't tell anymore, hell she couldn't even see, as everything went dark on her, two of her three pokeballs coming off her belt and going off to who knows where in the chaos.

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Outside, one of the pokeballs had come to a rest out side the car, which most people had evacuated due to the light coming from within, and the heat. The inside of the car was burning, but it appeared everyone had evacuated, to concerned with making sure they were alright to worry about their stuff.

Which left Laura out cold buried under a rather heavy chair and other such things in the burning car, though the fire was on the other side. The Poké Ball that had come to a rest outside the car popped open suddenly, a slightly brownish looking Aron popping out and looking around. Rusty, looking around didn't seem to panic so much as sniff the air. so much iron....and...the coppery scent of blood he could smell. It caught wiff of its trainers scent among the iron and steel, and walked over there, skirting around the fire as it tried to find her. Coming to t stop near the pile, it saw a bit of bronzor, also trapped under there at the moment, and walked over, poking it with his metallic head a few times until it glowed a it, and the items on top of it floating off as it got itself free. Floating in the air it dumped the stuff back where it was and looked around for Laura..which..it realized she was there when both of her Pokémon heard a groan. Bronzor acted quickly and scattered all the stuff away form her, though neither of them realized that..they'd put quite a bit of burnables around the train car. As Laura came to and sat up, rubbing her head and wincing -she'd have to watch that spot, touching it made her dizzy with pain, must have bruised it badly..- a couple of the things caught fire, starting to spread among the brief cases and papers and such.

Looking at Myrth and Rusty, the Aron, Laura smiled weakly. "Hey, thanks for that...ugh..what..happen-OH CRAP why is there so much fire blocking the exits?!" when she spotted this, Laura then realized how one half the windows were against the ground, and the other..had rubble coming in it, so it wasn't a viable escape. the tiny opening that WAS the door required crawling through for anything larger than Aron or bronzor, and flame made crawling a bit difficult if you didn't want to get you're ass burned off. Which she didn't.

So that left one logical escape, in Laura's mind. "Aron, make a new door on that side using iron head!" Of course as they burst out o the car, Laura was coughing since, standing up had put her right into the smoke cloud. Not tom mention the sound of metal breaking through metal was rather noisy, making her pounding head worse. Laura stopped to pick up the Poké Ball she recognized as Rusty's, putting it on her belt before noticing another on of her poke-balls was missing. She saw the glint of one near someone else's Pokémon though, and walked over, reaching down for it to check it, but she wasn't completely steady on her feet yet, causing her to stumble, clearly about to lose her balance, one arm flailing out to grab at something ,anything for support.

People were in chaos, and they were noisy, and if things kept up like this then she was damn well going to set them straight so she could get out of here already. As soon as she got her feet under her. All of this trouble for a business trip for her dad. Wonderful.
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