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I realized from where the confusion came. I made edits in the post you reflect what I described here. I apologize
Let's say 8 is bottom right corner.
You came out to the left, in 6.
Explosion was up one and to the right one, in 7.

1-3
2-4
5-7 <explosion
6-8 <started here
^
Came out to this district

Hopefully the visual helps ^^
Well, you were in 8 (black out), and I "decided" you can't or to 6. 7 is where the explosion occurred (just northwest of 6).
Literally took me all day. It brought me so much pain to just sit here and finish that up. I hope it's not as terrible as I feel. D:

Now...if you'll excuse me...the waves of pain are growing stronger...Dx
Mauville City
Stilettos rapped with some haste - irritation - down the unlit alleys and side streets of the affected portion of Mauville. The woman's dark curls bounced with some exaggeration. Her pantsuit slapped against her ankles immediately after a heel met pavement, producing a kind of graceful percussion in the, otherwise, silent district. Her arms swayed forcefully beside her, sustaining her pace - her near-trot. Her eyes didn't dart around. She knew it was futile trying to see clearly in the fading light. Her eyesight was never the best, anyway. But she'd learned how to process her peripheral vision. Her range of vision was impressive, just not its clarity.
A gasp, slap, and thud sounded to her left, somewhere. Her hearing was also keen when her sense were focused. Damn. I hope this kid isn't already causing trouble, she thought.
She took a sharp turn to see the alley, from where the noise came, now empty.
"Damn," she exhaled. Where'd he get off to?
Footsteps to her right, from behind. A flash of light, a beam. Shit
Her lips curled in and she pulsed out a staccato of high whispers, a chirping of a bird not native to Hoenn. She looked above her - the corner of the building next to her. The shadow of a beast who's eyes shone red with a sinister glower. Rangers walked right past her, not realizing there should have been an alley where she stood. They turned a corner and she snapped. The haze that formed before her fell back into the pavement.
The balls of her feet turned where she stood and paced quickly where this "Rhode" headed off. Though her pace was quick, it wasn't rushed. She was focused, had somewhere to be, someone to collect. Her hair never quite reached over her shoulders, bangs pushed back over her ears. Her trousers patted her shins as her legs swung through the pace beneath her. Her ears could pick up the faint scuttlings of her target as well as the lazy footfalls of a nearby Ranger about which she lacked concern.
The scuttling stopped and so did she - close enough to eavesdrop but not to be seen. That male voice must have been him, but he was with a girl. Or is that a woman? She must have been the one to release that Granbull and Scrafty to direct the attention of the Rangers away from them. Still, she was glad Finster was obsuring her figure and scent.
They seemed to know each other. Cute. She rolled her eyes and sighed silently at the "reunion." Haven was the girl. That could come in handy. But "Rai"? Was that another alias? It was ridiculous enough to name your Pokemon something to rhyme yours. But he could have been a child and at the age where rhyming names were "super cool." But it could have been an off-the-cuff alias. A lazy one, but it could work. But he said it so naturally.
Her musings continued as she followed them from afar as they reached the Sixth District, just west of the Eighth. She whistled again and her cloak was deactivated since she could blend in with the night and the crowds.
BOOM!
Everyone ducked, screamed, ran in reaction to the explosion that shook the ground and trembled up with their bones and over their skin.
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All of her attention was working with her brother to connect the gap between the generators where they had disconnected the converters. There was so much energy to focus, she couldn't hear the whirring of the exposed energy containers and the constant and deafening snapping between her and her brother. The powerful explosions from Manectric couldn't even break her concentration. She had done this hundreds of times before, but never to this extent. The city's power grid was virtually flawless and in place before even she was conceived. The massive levels of energy pushed her and her brother to the extent of their abilities. She couldn't even hope her trainer would finish them off soon enough.
Her cheeks burned and her eyes were buzzing - constantly vibrating. She could feel every bone in her skeleton tremble and her muscles spasm. Her mind was blank. The point to which the electricity sparked her nerves, she couldn't begin a thought or think to move. Until they could replace the converter, she was part of the system. She'd gain a new respect for the vastness of Hoenn's energy system when this ordeal was over.
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Flygon screeched following the explosion. He lashed out at the team of Electabuzz, making them fly every way from the exposed converters. He and Mr. Sturm's Manectric made a good team to hold them off until reinforcements could arrive. It was a good thing Medicham could still reach him all the way to Petalburg. Of course, Jeanne suspected her husband would, ultimately, not make it home for dinner.
Fuck me, Forrest thought. All I wanted to do was go home and have dinner. What the fuck is going on?
The fact Haven ran away didn't surprise him. Medicham wouldn't tell him why, but she was an adult and could make her own decisions. He just hoped she wasn't involved in the explosion, or got herself involved. Still, he was disappointed she wouldn't accept his help. I must be some ugly fuck.
Medicham teleported them close to the explosion - District Six. Crowds rushed to find cover while emitting a sound to rival the explosion. Forrest looked around to make sure there were no injured or casualties.
"Medicham, stay here in case you're needed. You too, Milotic," he said, unable to think clearly enough for them to read his thoughts.
"Shiftry, Breloom, Cacturne, with me."
Masquerain would go where she thought best. Banette would arrive when summoned. Forrest just wanted to get to the source of the explosion to help where he could.
The four of them sprinted toward the Seventh District through those fleeing away. Masqureain decided to join them. She fluttered high above and jetted from side to side to try and see as much of the affected area as posible and prepare in any way she could. It was difficult to see clearly from the contrast of the night and the bright sparks of explosed electricity. She chirped to herself in concerned fear.
What fuckers are trying to destroy Mauville?
It seemed to take too long to get there, but when they arrived, Forrest knew they couldn't have come any later. Five individuals worked to either syphon the electricity spraying across the ground into some kind of battery or defend themselves against the Manectric and Flygon.
"Go! Help Plusle and Minun!" he shouted at Shiftry and Masquerain. "Let's get 'em!" he told Cacturne and Breloom in a surprisingly sinister tone. Cacturne's mouth carved itself larger and in a more exaggerated curve.
Forrest went straight for the trainers, the terrorists, the thieves. Though the number of Pokemon at their command outnumbered him and Mr. Sturm three-to-one, Forrest just dodged the explosions of another Draco Meteor and watched them gunned down by Pin Missiles and Needle Arms. Breloom sent all he could flying past the boarder of Mauville or just straight up into the dusked sky. Forrest grappled and beat down who he could as fast as he could. Taking names and leaving survivors for interrogation was not a priority.
His right fist came down and smashed into a head on the concrete. The sound of skull cracking was deafened by a second, though much smaller, explosion. He then found himself on the ground, having rolled several meters from his previous location. His eyes couldn't see and his ears hummed unintelligible muffles.
@Kymera Much better, thank you.
doctor shmoctor
I'm determined to have my post up tomorrow. Hopefully we can get the show on the road again. ^^
Oh, you know, I love to be immobilized. It's very invigorating...

But, yeah, I guess I'll just read over the IC what I can before falling asleep. :/
Well, so much for getting writing done today. Pulled my back trying to get a sock on...can't sit out stand without severe pain -_-
Yeah...Raisin cookies...the evilest of them all.

Looks like chocolate...but it's a damned fruit -_-
See, the sensitive side of me is like "give them a break" and the writer side of me is like "MAKE THEIR LIVES HELL!"...I'm just so conflicted :(
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