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Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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It does.
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PC and Tablet ded, send help
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I lived the land of no internet
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Sofia Stien - Behemoth Response Assembly


There were so many people here. All capes. Many of them famous to the point that even Sofia had vague knowledge of them. She stayed next to Jason and listened to the speech as best she could, so many thought flitting around her head like so many birds, refusing to land anywhere. Jason told her to be careful once the speech was mostly ended and walked away. Sofia concentrated. She had to help. Jason was helping. Search and rescue. Yeah she could do that. She could help people go through buildings and stuff. She could help. Sofia run over to Inkscape. "I can, uh I can-" Sofia stumbled as a massive quake swept through the area. In the next moment the assembled heroes took off like that a herd of deer that had been startled jumping into action in various ways, leaving Sofia behind along with the other people that hadn't quite figured out their place yet. Sofia needed to find someone she could help. She would find someone she could help.
Dawkin Trustram



Amelia was unquestionably crazy. Dawkin couldn't be convinced to say she had a plan so much as she was blundering forward hoping things would work out in the end. What a harebrained scheme. It seemed unlikely he could do anything to stop her, and he had no interest in being put to sleep amidst a horde of, at least partly, vengeful ghosts. However he certainly couldn't just leave either. Dawkin shook his head, "I'm not going to sleep. But I'm not leaving either, and I don't need Greninja's help. I'm just going to make sure you don't try anything sketchy while she's asleep." Dawkin said resolutely. He didn't like any of this. The Aegis-slash and its puppet, the cackling Pokemon, this mysterious master, the ghostly telepathic message, and Amelia's faith that she could simply work things out. But he'd do his best to make sure she didn't dig too deep of a hole to get out of if push came to shove. Greninja might be strong, but there were a lot of Pokemon here and all it would take is one unseen move to put either of them in critical danger. Dawkin however, had an escape rope ready to go.






Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin followed warily, feeling perhaps that they were walking into a death trap, but continuing on all the same. The boy on the throne spoke cryptically in response. However the more confusing part, was the voice in his head that followed. The master awaits behind this room? This place was only getting more confusing. Just as quick as the voice appeared, it vanished, seemingly cut off mid sentence. "Maybe we should get these guys to start a fight and slip past to find this 'master'" Dawkin muttered to Amelia, as there was no more discreet method of communication available, simply hoping that it wouldn't anger the Aegislash and friends.






Sofia Stien - The Airport


Sofia paused for a moment, considering this new information. An endbringer was coming, Chivvy was here, and Jason was going to help fight it. "I'll come too." Sofia said, getting ready to climb onto Jason's back to hitch a ride to wherever. She wasn't sure how useful she could be, but if Jason was helping she would too.
Sofia Stien - The Airport


Sofia was shuffled around like some sort of baby animal, clinging to its parent for protection. She was only able to listen the cracking of tech and bones as Jason went to work. It seemed they were winning. Another voice showed up, but they seemed to be on the side of the Jacks? Sofia listened to his explanation carefully, opening her eyes towards the end of his speech as it seemed her services were no longer needed. "So we won right?" Sofia asked cautiously. And then some incredibly loud alarms sounded, causing Sofia to wince. "Huh? Are those... the Endbringer thingies?" Sofia asked
Sofia Stien - The Airport


Sofia let out a noise of surprise as Allay picked her up and began running for it. A quick glance around and several screams indicated that more bombs were dropping in the airport. "Ahh, what do we do?" Sofia asked quietly as she was carried away, potentially still holding onto Chatterhead if he was keeping up with Ally. She couldn't really do anything to help deal with the bombs. Maybe if everyone grouped on her she could keep them safe? The collateral on the other hand, was something she entirely couldn't manage. This wasn't fair!
Lance Tourmill


Guess they weren't up for capture then. The Old Man seemed to completely ignore everyone here, though the birds that had been before hanging docilely around were now flying around a frenzied cyclone. Lance eyed them warily, he wasn't sure his odds would be too good if they actually decided to attack considering how many of them there were. Lance looked back at the Old Man to see him sketching something. That 'something' released a flash of light that made Lance cover his eyes, along with a increasing force like he was flying upwards. A moment later the sensation vanished, and as Lance opened his eyes, he realized his old surroundings had as well. This was either some sort of illusion or teleportation magic, either of which were beyond Lance's scope of understanding, but well within his scope of interest. The decision before him seemed simple enough. He had no interest in waiting around and he had an avid interest in learning just what this Old Man was selling. So Lance simply began following him into the cave.
Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin stared at the two pokemon, somewhat bewildered by the mixed aggressive and friendless he thought he saw. At the end... Things seemed to work out. "Well that's good I guess." Dawkin muttered to himself, not at all pleased that he still had virtually no understanding of the situation but following along none the less. "So is our plan to have these two heavy lifters just take out everything? In case you forgot we're not exactly on par with the Pokemon here and I don't know that these guys can take of it all by themselves." Dawkin whispered to Amelia, unsure if the Pokemon in question would take offensive to his doubt.






Sofia Stien - The Airport


Sofia reluctantly let herself be steered towards Allison who promptly and effectively by the sounds of things, zapped the evil doctor. She opened her eyes to see the situation and to her surprise, the doctor had vanished and left behind what appeared to be a ticking time bomb. Chatterhead starting shouting orders and Sofia began touching the floor and then stopped, flustered by the sudden contradictory commands, simply following along after Chatterhead. "Careful!" Sofia shouted to Jason as they ran away, she didn't know what kind of bomb it was but considering what weird stuff had happened so far it could do basically anything and Sofia wouldn't be too surprised.
Lance Tourmill


Lance headed back into the city having just finished an expedition outside for various purposes. It had gotten rather late and Lance for some reason found himself feeling un-nerved by something. The strange howling was a noise that was unfamiliar to Lance, something rather surprising considering he'd grown up in this city. Futhermore as Lance headed back into the city he found remarkable, un-natural, Nautrelomon at every corner. Yata-Garasus. Or at least, that's what he assumed they were, and his PDA confirmed this. Lance found it fascinating that they didn't even seem to mind being stared at. The combination of three legs and eyes, with blood rust plumage and that malicious peak combined to make a visage that only enhanced the disturbing sensation that had been present all night. Lance was far from the only one that noticed and far from the only trainer on the streets. It seemed people were getting into battles and fights left and right. Lance slipped into a side alley and made his way through the city without attracting much notice, as he was rather familiar with it.

For some reason he felt a nagging little pull and he followed it cautiously, not so sure it was a good idea considering the circumstances but too curious to say no. Lance found himself viewing a fountain, upon which an old man sat. More notably, there was a swarm of those Yata-Garasu around him, seemingly at his beck and call. He was babbling something about, ancient magic? Between the birds and the preaching Lance couldn't say he wasn't interested, and the same seemed true for others here. "Yo, Your staff is in your hands already, you don't need to keep looking for it." Lance said as he approached, not sure if the old man was playing him for a fool or really just not all there. "That magic sounds pretty interesting, also, are these Yata-Garasu up for capture or is that a no go?" Lance asked nonchalantly, pretty much ignoring the other, slightly more angry dude also talking to the geezer.
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