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Pokemon: Ascendancy

Mentions: Sawyer @Vertigo, Fiona @Psyker Landshark, Nordrin @Yankee

Seemed like the police didn't have this handled, even by number standards, judging by the amount of them strewn across the ground. The medical degree he had screamed to check them over, but judging by the screams and explosions he was needed more elsewhere. Normally he liked to have more of an idea of what was going on before throwing his team in, but time was a luxury they didn't have today if the smoke rising from the lab was anything to go by.

He turned to look at Sawyer as the normal type leader arrived, "Nothing good." There would be time for questions later though. He had no idea how many of them were going to show up, most of the gym leaders were probably watching Iris' fight. At least Nordrin was present too. Four of them should be enough, hopefully.

Following the sound of Fiona's shouting it was easy enough to find the source. The middle of the street was a mass of Pokémon and a number of thugs. Confusion crossed his face at the strange Pokémon that stood in front of them. It looked like Jem, his own Bisharp, but also...not. He shook it off and gave the flying type leader a nod of acknowledgement.

At the very least he knew the kinds of weaknesses something like that had, using dark types of his own. He pulled his own teams pokeballs from his belt and released them into the fray. "Apollo sweep a Flamethrower across those things! Roswell, Jem, Shanni get up close and personal!" It had been a while since he'd had to command his whole team at once, but thankfully they hadn't forgot how to work together.

"Zhanna, you get up high, Nasty Plot, and then hit them with a Dark Pulse," he ordered the Hydregion that had stuck close to him for the time being. "And Blythe, you know what to do." The Zoroark snickered and slunk around the side of the battle to no doubt go cause problems with his illusions. He knew to come back if things started getting too hairy. Just who the hell were these guys and what did they want?

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Mentions:-

A yawn dragged itself free as Isaiah wandered around the gym with Beau wandering behind him. He would've left the Herdier at home like he usually did, but the temptation to have a companion that was not pestering him all throughout his work took over. He had already set up most of the maze, planned out the route that was quickest, and told his trainers where they should be. He had set Lurch to coordinating where his benched team would be wandering the maze. Most of them were just meant to scare the trainers in the right direction unless someone was stupid enough to try and fight a Krookodile.

Not a single challenger had made it past Iris yet, though they were just starting. He'd have to work with her when she was free to see if there were any ghost types she wanted to send his way for this season. If that was the case he could keep some of his team in the wings to swap in later. He knew she was busy with the early challengers and, while he wanted to go watch, he needed to make sure everything was in place.

His team was scattered about the gym either training, or relaxing in the case of Jasper and Apollo. Keeping busy was the easiest way to avoid people pestering him as they had for the past week. He paused in his review of the maze when his phone rang. He didn't even get out a hello before Cane's voice shouted over the phone, making him pull it away from his ear with a wince. He listened to the frantic voice on the other side, but before he could get any questions in the call ended.

"Shit." Someone had broken into the lab for what? Maybe it something to do with Ryker's disappearance? Questions and answers could wait though, if they were calling the gym leaders in it must be bad. He whistled sharply for his team and pulled them into their pokeballs as he walked briskly towards the entrance to the gym, "Lurch!" the Pangoro looked in his direction, "You're in charge while I'm gone. Don't let Leo break anything." The dark type gave him a nod as he left, locking the gym up for good measure.

He huffed out a breath, why did this season have to be such a pain? He didn't feel like waiting on a taxi, this seemed far too urgent, so he freed Zhanna from her confines. The Hydregion stretched out her three heads and butted against his chest. He gave her a quick pat, "We need to fly quick, come on." While he wasn't as confidant at flying as Fiona was he had done his fair share during his own challenger days.

Hitting the ground running once he made it to the lab he pulled Zhanna back into her ball. While he didn't put much stock in the police of Galar they did have the numbers. If they were struggling then it must be bad. He couldn't see any of the other gym leaders, most of them were at Iris' battle if he remembered correctly, but if he could track down Cane that'd be good enough.

Clans of the Coast

Ignoring the blood he could already feel dripping onto the mix of sand and grass below him, Stormstrike turned his attention to the screeches and snarling that was going on either side of him. He could see Oakpaw going toe-to-toe with the apprentice that he had seen. He wanted to go and help her, but there was too big of a chance of someone else getting ganged up on. Nightwater was already grappling with his brother and Redtalon was scrabbling onto his feet, green eyes narrowed.

His eyes flickered back to Oakpaw, he hadn't been training her all that long, but he hoped she would be able to handle the other apprentice. He hoped that they would be able to handle a patrol of five with just the four of them too. No time to think about that now though as he shifted quickly on his feet to meet Redtalon. He could tell the reddish tom was impulsive, as shown by his actions just a moment prior.

All it took was a moment for the other tom to rush him. He leapt into the air and twisted hard to land on Redtalon's shoulders, bringing the warrior to the ground with a yowl. He sunk his teeth into the red fur and didn't stop until he tasted blood, digging his claws into the broad shoulders to keep his grip. He raked his hind paws down Redtalon's spine, hating the feeling of fur tearing free, but he wasn't about to let him win.

The air was once again knocked out of his lungs as his quarry rolled, crushing Stormstrike beneath him. He felt teeth sink into his own shoulder and yowled in pain. He kicked up with his hind legs, throwing Redtalon off and sending the tom scurrying back across the border. First into the fight and first to flee it seemed.

Meanwhile, Hawkshadow charged Cloudstorm with a snarl pasted across his face, lunging forward to start battering the other tom's head with rapid blows. They were about equal in size and he used that height to aim blows across Cloudstorm's ears and eyes to try and keep him off balance. "Coyotestar will be hearing of this you foxhearts," he growled as he slammed his paw across an ear, leaving a bleeding tear.

An angry shriek left Nightwater as blood spattered across the ground which she quickly met with as Smokestep pulled her down. She twisted her body in his grip, leaving her side open to his hind claws, but allowing her to sink her teeth into one of his legs.

From what Stormstrike could tell, they were winning, but where was the fifth member of BreezeClan's patrol?

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

Aether enjoyed feeling the wind brushing across his wings and blowing past his face. He loved his work as a healer and a scribe, but it certainly left him cooped up in the dusty parts of the palace more often than not. His eyes followed after Maroon as the other SkyWing hit the air. The deep red of his scales contrasted sharply against the pale blue of the sky. He could see why a lot of the females fawned over him, but he only had eyes for Solstice. Why, Aether still didn't know, but to each their own he supposed.

It had been a long time since he had gone to any festival and once he finally set eyes on it he could feel his excitement building. He was also a little bit nervous being around so many dragons, but he hoped it wouldn't be too crowded. He recognized the SandWing colors, being a pale yellow, and the bright red that denoted the SkyWings. There were a few other colors he didn't recognize but the white of the IceWings, which, if he remembered correctly, sold frigid drinks that provided a nice counterpart to the spicy foods the SkyWings offered.

He gently touched down next to Maroon and, unlike his companion, ducked his head down to make himself seem smaller. He could see one or two MudWings, their bulky forms making waves through the crowds, and a singular SeaWing chatting with a dark blue flagged vendor. It had been a long time since he'd seen so many dragons in one place and it did, in fact, make him nervous.

Thankfully it seemed the attention was mostly being pulled by Maroon rather than himself. He was pretty sure he heard some of the dragons wandering around questioning who he was. It made sense, he was a nobody hanging around with the biggest somebody in the kingdom.

Still, his attention was grabbed by the Prince asking what they should do first. He wasn't expecting to have to make a decision and froze for a moment, "Um...we could go get something to eat or drink and then go look at what's being sold while we eat?" That seemed to be the most efficient way to go about things.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Mentions: Iris @Serei2477

It was clear that some of them were taking Ryker's disappearance harder than the rest. Until they had more information about what had happened Isaiah was going to keep his head down and do his work. Unless something catastrophic happened. There was no reason to piss off the chairman at this point, even if him trying to bar them from looking into it was irritating. He had his own business, literally, that he needed to attend to though, so it wouldn't be hard to keep busy.

He turned his attention to Iris as she stepped out the door of the meeting room. Not everyone had left yet so he had to wonder if the rest of them were jumping down the chairman's throat. Or trying to. He didn't think Hyacinth would budge on this one. He gave the ghost type leader a nod. "We all have each other's numbers in some way. Couldn't hurt to make sure everyone checks in on the occasion."

A faint smile crossed his face quickly at her Mimikyu's insistence. He shrugged at the statement, "I don't think everything is well with any of us at this point." He knew someone would help take Bianca's mind off of things. Probably Fiona.

He pushed himself off the wall, "I should be getting back to the clinic. Good luck with the challengers that are no doubt lined up outside," he told her with an amused tone. With that he made his way back to the hotel to pack and get to the clinic trying to quell the warring thoughts in his head.

Clans of the Coast

Hawkshadow purred in amusement at Smokestep's words and nodded in agreement, "That's probably why Coyotestar picked him, they're like two rabbits in a warren with their matching serious stares." The larger tom kept his eyes ahead, in the direction of the BreezeClan border, and tightened his jaw as the salty scents crept over the air. The shadows were easy to see and these days BreezeClan meant trouble.

The constant stream of chatter coming from Oakpaw distracted Stormstrike from the teasing that was going on behind him. His whiskers twitched slightly, "Very good Oakpaw, you've got a sharp nose." He would have to check in and make sure that she could focus in on the prey scents as well as other cats more so than the smells of the area, though that could come in handy too. He kept an eye on the opposite side of the border, though his attention was more focused on his apprentice. He came to a stop the moment he heard the angry voice come across the scent line.

He bit back a sigh as he turned his attention to the gray and black tom, "Greetings Cloudstorm," he fought to keep his irritation at bay as the warrior insulted him. He managed well enough, but his brother had always had more of a temper than him. He rested his tail over Smokestep's shoulders in a calming gesture, "We aren't on your territory," it was always difficult to tell exactly where the border was given the constantly shifting sands, but he was always careful not to cross it and today was no exception. "In fact I believe you're closer to the border line than we are."

Another growl came from the BreezeClan patrol as a reddish tom stepped up to stand next to Cloudstorm. "I think we know where our own border is rabbit-breath," Redtalon hissed back at them his own long claws digging into the sand.

Stormstrike's eyes shifted slightly to the rest of the patrol. He recognized the long black pelt and disinterested expression of Nightwater and the pale pelt of Cranesong. Though the shrinking form of a large golden tom he was unfamiliar with. Probably a new apprentice then. He turned his attention back to the two toms, "We're on our side of the border unless BreezeClan has decided to encroach on our territory," his tail flicked irritably, "If that's the case I can tell you Coyotestar will not stand for it."

He didn't want this to devolve into a border skirmish, and Dawnstar herself had said they weren't looking to start a war. It seemed her warriors thought differently as Redtalon let our another angry growl and lunged at him with claws extended. He felt the wind leave his lungs as he was bowled onto the ground and screeched in pain as Redtalon's hind claws batted at his stomach. The weight was quickly removed though as Hawkshadow's massive form grabbed the other tom and threw him to the side. He had enough time to roll onto his feet and see Nightwater slam into his brother with a yowl. So much for that.

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

As Maroon's smile grew larger Aether let his own nervous one cross his face. He was glad to see that he had said something right and the nerves were beginning to give way to excitement as the prince offered for Aether to join him at a festival in the valley. His eyes went slightly wide at the thought of attending a festival, and with Maroon of all dragons. Great skies to think he would be lucky enough to catch the eye of such a noble dragon to the point he wanted to go flying with him.

"Well," he hated to leave Finch with all the work, but Maroon did make a good point. No one would be able to contest him being with the prince. "I certainly haven't gone flying in a while." he hadn't been to a festival in ages either, he was always cooped up trying to get all his work done. He let Maroon lead him back out into the corridor without any resistance and gave the crimson dragon a grin when he asked for his final decision. "I think that sounds great!"

He doubted that Solstice would mind even though she was usually the one that was supposed to tail after the prince. He would at least, technically, have an escort even though Aether wasn't a fighter. He still had his sister's bulk and that would probably be enough. He followed after Maroon with a bounce to his step since he didn't know exactly where this festival was. He just hoped that they didn't run into any of those hybrids that had escaped.

AS they stepped outside he glanced up to the sky. They were blue and dusted with wisps of white clouds that floated lazily in the air. He could feel the wind calling to him and he grinned at Maroon before he stretched his wings and quickly took off. He let the sounds of the great expanse drown out the troubles and work that he had constantly flitting through his mind, taking a few loops around before he came to a hover to let Maroon lead the way.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Mentions: All present, Bianca @Majoras End

Well, the fact that Ryker's pokemon were missing as well was as good an indication as any that something was wrong. Or Ryker had decided he was sick of the limelight and up and left, but given how fired up he'd been the night before that seemed unlikely. The backlash that Hyacinth got from some of the other gym leaders was fully expected though. He highly doubted that a number of them would listen to the fact that he wanted them to keep their noses out of the police's investigation. It was like he'd never met most of them. He had no intention of jumping into the thick of things unless he absolutely had to, if only to keep the others from doing something too stupid.

Instead he let his eyes flick lazily from person to person as they all leapt to refute what the chairman said. Hestia and Astrid were no surprise, but Mika's usually friendly demeanor being upended by the situation was certainly something. Sure they could all go running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to figure out where Ryker was, or they could sit around with their thumbs up their asses. Neither option was particularly appealing.

When some of the other gym leaders started to step out he figured that was the cue that the meeting was as over as it was going to get. If the others wanted to continue to fight with Hyacinth that was their prerogative. Nordrin was on the right track, he had his own business to run and the gears would keep turning with or without Ryker there. For now at least. He gave Hyacinth a nod, "I'll be headed back to the clinic then should someone need something of me."

He pushed out the door and noted Bianca leaned up against the wall. He stepped out of the way of the door to lean against the wall next to her. "You alright?" He kept his eyes fixed on the wall across from him, but there was some genuine concern trapped somewhere in his voice.

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

Aether watched his sister push past them with general disinterest. He had gotten used to her brusque exits, especially when it came to Maroon being around. He didn't think it would be so bad, to have another dragon that cared as much about you as Maroon seemed to care about Solstice. His sister was just stubborn and he did think the prince was inclined to lay it on a bit thick. Not that he would tell him that, he wanted to keep all of his limbs in place thank you very much.

He was too wrapped up in his own thoughts, he really needed to get better about that, that he didn't notice the wing until it wrapped around his shoulders. He jumped ever so slightly as he was snapped free of his thoughts and gave the prince a tentative grin. "I am well thank you," he tried to keep his voice as even as possible despite the buzzing in his head that told him that the Crown Prince was touching him. He considered Maroon a friend, but he had no idea if the other dragon thought of him that way. He hoped he did, that would be neat to be able to say that he was friends with a royal.

"I was planning on going to finish scribing scrolls for Finch," he shuffled his talons slightly at how boring it sounded. He liked his job, it made him happy and he got to meet all kinds of dragons in the infirmary who were grateful to him and his work. Compared to what Solstice or Maroon did though it sounded dull in comparison.

He had no idea what Maroon wanted, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity, "Of course if you had something else in mind, or wanted some company I'm already well ahead of where I need to be." He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, though he wasn't sure he was doing a very good job. Keep the zeal under wraps Aether. He didn't want to make a fool of himself, "Only if you want though, of course, your highness."

Clans of the Coast

Stormstrike's whiskers twitched in faint amusement as he watched his apprentice lay into his brother. She was a bit of a spitfire at times that was certain, but he enjoyed mentoring Oakpaw. She was a challenge and a fun young cat to be around. He was just glad that he didn't get stuck with Barkpaw. The tom meant well, but he was a stubborn as the sun was set to rise. He had to wonder what Smokestep's kits would be like when they were apprentices, it was amusing to think about. He would love to mentor one of them, but he wasn't sure Coyotestar would allow it.

He returned his brother's greeting with a faint grin and Hawkshadow nodded his broad head in response. "Alright, let's go." He turned and pushed his way through the woven fronds and gorse that made up the entrance to camp and lifted his head to wind that raced across the open fields. "We're checking the BreezeClan border. Coyotestar wants to make sure they don't get any ideas."

They kept a decent pace and once they crested over one of the rises of the plains he looked down to where the grasses gave way to the beach. If he squinted hard enough he almost thought he could see BreezeClan's camp nestled away in the rocks and driftwood that made up the shore. How they could stand to live so close to the ocean was beyond him. He was pretty sure some of them even dove into the rough waters to try and fish. The thought made him shudder.

As they stepped over and down the hill he turned to Oakpaw, "What can you smell on the wind?" They were on patrol and he wanted to keep her senses sharp.

With the two other cats on patrol distracted Hawkshadow turned to Smokestep. His large paws cut through the grass with ease as he kept up with the others. "Congrats on all three kits opening their eyes," his green eyes were warm, "Always great to have new little ones in the camp. Won't be long before they're tumbling over and under everyone's paws." A purr rumbled his chest, but he kept his eyes trained towards the beach as the approached the border.

The smell of BreezeClan was strong on the wind and given the flat land they were on it was easy to see the border patrol on the opposite side. Stormstrike had hoped that they would miss the other clans dawn patrol and he bit back a sigh as he realized that they were probably going to have an encounter. He just hoped that it would be a civil one.