united_one | EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

The moment N decided to take a step outside, he had a feeling something was wrong. Even before he exited the Pokemon Center door, Zorua-- perched faithfully on his shoulder-- began to growl warningly, and the sounds outside were equally as intimidating. The vengeful cries and sounds of wreckage made him tremble, but he didn't hesitate for long before he marched out the doors. There was no way he was going to stand idly by, fearing for both the Pokemon and for the new outsiders.

Instantly, he was assaulted by a sudden, powerful gale-- one that seemed to cut at his face and clothes like daggers. N had barely enough time to identify the attack as Gust before the force of it sent Zorua careening from his shoulder. He whirled around and bolted for her, scooping her into his arms just as the attacker swooped down and hovered before him.

A Sigilyph. N took a step back, stunned.

"I can fight, lemme fight, N!" Zorua protested, but N ignored her, instead clutching her protectively against his chest. Zigzagoon, loyally at his side, stepped forward instead, baring his fangs and yapping insistently.

"You aren't meant to be here, friend," N began, trying to keep his voice steady as the Sigilyph loomed over him, third eye darting about agitatedly. "You are far from home... Go back. It needs your protection--"

"Correct," the Sigilyph answered quickly, voice hollow and quick. "It needs protection. From outsiders. From trespassers. From you."

N froze. But that couldn't be, could it? He wasn't an outsider-- this was his home too. It... couldn't be. "You don't understand, I--"

He was interrupted by a yelp from Zigzagoon, and turned to see the raccoon Pokemon dangling from a Golett's hand, held up by the tail. Instinctually, he made a dash for the pair, grabbing the Golett's wrist with one hand, still holding Zorua with the other. He spoke pleadingly, looking into rage-filled eyes: "Stop it! Leave him be-- cease this!" Thinking quickly, he brought out Zigzagoon's Pokeball-- the Great Ball he had accidentally captured the Pokemon with. In a moment, Zigzagoon was gone, and the Golett was left clutching thin air. And he reached for Zorua's--

A shadow loomed over him, and just as he looked up, the Sigilyph crashed into his skull. Pain exploded behind his eyes, blinding him for a moment and sending him sprawling. He held onto Zorua desperately, still clutching her feebly as he collapsed.

"N! ... N!" Zorua yipped, squirming out of his arms and attempting to lick the blood from his face. "N, you're okay! You're okay! C'mon!"

"Zorua..." he mumbled dazedly. He was going to tell her to run, but the sharp throb in his head placed the words in an impossible jumble.

The Sigilyph hovered closer. "Pokemon of the outsider. You are an enemy too."

"Yeah, that's right!" Zorua growled, shrouding herself in an Illusion-- a second N standing over the first. "Leave us alone!" She leapt at the Sigilyph, tearing it out of the air by one wing. It shrieked in alarm, beating its other wing angrily and sending waves of Psychic energy at its attacker. None of them had any effect.

Kept conscious by the sounds of violence, N began to struggle to his feet. Why was this happening? --No, wait... He knew exactly why. He should have known the breach of the Entralink would have had more dire consequences. He was so ready to introduce the world to them-- teach them how to respect it in their time here, protect it from them. In this case, it would be the exact opposite-- protect them from it.

But he couldn't even stand upright. Some excuse for a hero he was.

"Zorua, stop it... Stop, both of you...!" His voice wasn't nearly as strong as he would have hoped, and it went ignored.

What a weakling, Dragonite thought, as she watched from inside the Pokemon Center doors. Oh, she was going to come out and fight, of course. She was a fighter. These creatures were dangers, they could kill her. Oh, and her... the people she travelled with. But why... why was this man so weak? He wasn't even fighting back. So... this was so confusing.
With a growl, Dragonite exited the center, and looked over N. "C'mon, N, have you battled before?" she asked, as she looked at the Pokemon. Two kinds she didn't know, and one she'd seen once or twice before. With a growl, she glared at them - before one of the Baltoy gripped to Dragonite with a slight Confusion, knocking her to the ground. Great, she'd have a headache after this.

Battled... Him? Without Pokemon? Never. Sometimes, it was difficult to remember Dragonite wasn't human; it seemed like such a silly question. He would have laughed, if not for the situation and the nagging throb in his head.

And then Dragonite was on the ground, attacked by a Baltoy. Apparently, that was the last straw; he finally forced himself to his feet, placing a hand over the gash at his scalp, trying to stanch the bleeding.

"Leave her alone..." With shaking fingers, he reached for Zigzagoon's Pokeball, tossing it into the air above Dragonite and the Baltoy. It snapped open to reveal the raccoon Pokemon, who promptly plummeted out of the Great Ball, head first-- hurtling down at the Baltoy. It apparently knew its trainer's command before it was spoken. "Headbutt!"

Headbutt - it knocked the Baltoy off-balance, but it wouldn't K.O.. Of course it wouldn't K.O.. With a steady growl, Dragonite tried to stand - but her body was throbbing. Was it because she didn't have her typing anymore? Yeah, it was because her body was weak now. She couldn't even take a blow like that? How... bad. How weak.
But she still struggled to her feet, with a powerful roar. She didn't want to deal with these Pokemon - no matter how much she was injured. Giving a glance to N, she then felt around her belt...

Before letting out Swablu. They needed all the help they could, right? Even if Dragonite still disliked the small, annoying (but brave) bird.

N glanced concernedly at Dragonite. Of course, she was used to being a Pokemon-- a powerful dragon Pokemon, no less. Humans, however, were not built to fight against Pokemon.

When she let out Swablu, he gave her a small nod of approval (though it prompted a slight wince on account of his injury). Fighting against these Pokemon alone, as humans, was fighting a battle they wouldn't win.

"Zigzagoon," he called, and the Pokemon rushed back to stand at Swablu's side, ready for battle. N's eyes slid past the pair to Zorua and the Sigilyph, still wrestling on the ground, the Sigilyph pinned by one now crooked wing. He cringed sympathetically; this was horrible. They were only trying to protect Unova from a potential threat... "Use Growl."

The Zigzagoon obeyed, giving a sort of roar of his own. It wasn't an offensive move, of course, but it would lower the strength of the opponents' moves, whether they chose to attack the Pokemon or the trainers. "Then, use Headbutt again."

Hissing, Dragonite looked to the once-floating Pokemon - before turning to Swablu, as well as the Baltoy. They needed to take it down, too - make it faint. And N seemed okay with the Sigilyph. "Swablu - I don't know how you attack, but attack that Baltoy!"

Swablu gave a brave nod, and dived towards the Baltoy - Astonish. The spinning top flinched, and Dragonite laughed to herself - before leaping towards the creature itself. Of course she was to take it down herself. Swablu let out a sigh, and then turned to N. If he needed help, it was ready to help...

...after all, it looked like Dragonite was handling herself. Violently, too.

N gave a little wince as Dragonite set to attacking the others.

"Be careful," he warned weakly, unaware if she would even listen to him through the turmoil. He abruptly seemed to remember something and added promptly, "And don't kill them! They've done nothing wrong!" That, he assumed, would be an especially difficult thing to get across.

With Dragonite keeping the Baltoy at bay, he moved his attention to the Sigilyph, which was now screeching out a nearly incoherent chant that sounded vaguely like "stay away" as Zorua and Zigzagoon whittled away at its strength. He approached carefully, flinching every now and then as a stray Gust cut at him. He reached for another Pokeball at his belt-- the last Great Ball that remained in his possession-- and reached out, gently pressing it to the Sigilyph's side. It disappeared inside the capsule, and he forced it closed with both his hands, keeping it shut as the Pokemon tried to struggle free. A moment later, though, it stilled, and, heaving a sigh, he returned it to his belt.

That happened relatively quickly, and the surrounding Golett and Baltoy's attacks seemed to cease for a moment, stunned as the largest member of their group disappeared. Zorua and Zigzagoon looked confused for that moment as well, but soon moved to stand at N's feet again. He was the first to begin the attack again.

"Zorua, Leer! Zigzagoon, Growl!" The Pokemon quickly obeyed. If N remembered battle tactics correctly, those should affect all the attacking parties-- lowered strength of attack, and lowered defenses. He turned to Swablu. "Swablu, those Golett-- Use Astonish, understand?"

Dragonite had gone into attack mode. Into survival mode. She wasn't listening to the world around her - she was too busy trying to protect herself, like back at home. She was scared. Terrified. And she knew she wasn't going to hold back. Because, if she held back, she'd be as good as dead... in this body, anyway.

Swablu, however, was listening intensly to N. And when he ordered the Astonish? It came as quick as his voice finished, the small, untrained Swablu seemingly going to crash into the Golett - stopping a brief second before it did. The perfect way to flinch people is to scare them, after all.

As Swablu struck, however, Dragonite had succeeded. She'd weakened the Baltoy, to the stage that it wouldn't be able to fight back. She didn't look like she was stopping intentionally, however. Her hands were bloody, from the Pokemon spinning in them. Her breath was harsh, from tiredness. From this stupid body. Damn it.

The Golett flinched, and N took the moment to glance over at Dragonite. His eyes immediately moved to her bloodstained hands, wide with shock. Instinctually, he reached out and grasped at her upper arm, pulling her toward him. He stepped before her, placing himself between her and the closest attackers.

"You see?" he questioned, keeping his eyes trained on the battle. "That is why humans do not battle as Pokemon do-- we are not built for it."

The Golett began to move again, and he grit his teeth. "Zigzagoon, Tail Whip-- Zorua, Pursuit-- Swablu, Astonish again!" He was talking so quickly it was beginning to become almost intelligible; commanding three Pokemon at once was not something he was used to. But his own Pokemon seemed to understand it well enough, rushing forward to lash out accordingly at the offending Golett.

N glanced over his shoulder at Dragonite. "Let me handle these Golett-- Then, we shall get your hands looked at." They certainly looked painful... And besides, it would be wise to get his head looked at as well.

Not only did N's Pokemon understand the command, Swablu did as well - diving in for another Astonish. By now, it was as if Swablu was one of the three in the gang. As if it were N's...

Dragonite let out a growl as N grabbed her. But she couldn't fight back... she couldn't. She'd gotten hurt by a simple Pokemon - if she was still normal, if she hadn't become this beast, that would have barely hurt. She then let out a hiss. "I... I can still fight! I have to!"

But, she wasn't moving to fight. She was... in shock, basically. From getting that injury. She then sighed. "...Fine, N."

In her usual oblivious fashion, Paprika only bothers to open the window to take a look outside and decide whether or not it's worth getting up early. She's about to go back to bed and sleep through the entire mess, when a Sigilyph decides it has a prime opportunity to slap into her window like something out of some B-movie.

"Holy shit!" she yelps, toppling backwards onto Old Man and waking Robin up in the process. "N? There's like, this thing here, and it's glowing and shit!" With no immediate response, Paprika decides to do what any person with zero special skills does best--she gets the hell out, Robin perched on her shoulder. Old Man follows her down the stairs of the Pokemon Center with surprising speed, though with far more grace, given that Paprika slips down the last few steps and lands squarely on her unfortunate posterior, just in time to see N get nailed by the other Sigilyph. Paying no heed to the fact that she's still barefoot, she bursts through the door, nearly hitting N again. The road to hell really is paved with good intentions...

Cautiously, she taps N on the shoulder, Robin tensed on hers to attack.

"Dude, are you okay?"

Startled, he flinched and jerked his head up to look at her. Only Paprika; he relaxed, but the sudden movement sent a wave of pain through his head, and he shut his eyes with a hiss. Clamping a hand over the wound at his scalp, he moved to sit on his knees.

"I..." he started dazedly. He pulled his hand away, narrowing his eyes disapprovingly when he saw his fingers stained with blood. "I will be fine..."

Everything looked-- and felt-- hazy around the edges, but, looking forward, he caught sight of Zorua, still wrestling with the Sigilyph pinned beneath her. A strike from the Sigilyph's non-crippled wing made her revert to her original form, but she kept on attacking. N winced and attempted again to get to his feet.

"These Pokemon... are protectors," he explained, speaking haltingly. "To... get rid of the outsiders..."

The Golett from earlier finally noticed him again and began to approach, fist raised and crackling with what looked like lightning. N staggered backward a little.

"That apparently means us."

Keeping a wary stare trained on what appears to be a midget version of the Iron Giant out to kill them, Paprika sticks an arm under N's to try and tug him back up into a standing position. Backing up towards the door slowly, she fervently tries to recall everything she's ever heard about shark, bear, and moose safety, and how to avoid subsequent gory death at the hands of said animals. Sure, they're not quite the same as lightning-shooting little robot men or trippy, flying Kachina dolls, but given the circumstances, Paprika's inclined just to get the hell out.

"B-But aren't you supposed to be from Pokemon land or whatever?" she protests nervously, her own Pokemon completely forgotten.

"I am," he answered tentatively, using her support to get back on his feet. He leaned against her briefly, just until he could find his balance again. "But if they are speaking truth--" He supposed they were; after all, Pokemon never told lies. "-- I am not from this particular version of it..."

He mumbled a quick, "Thank you," and took a small awkward step away from Paprika, reexamining the Golett that was approaching them-- as well as the scene of Zorua and Sigilyph behind it.

"Go back home," he tried again, speaking as clearly and confidently as he could manage. "Outsiders or not, we have no intention of harming this world." The Golett's eyes flickered, apparently aware of, but ignoring, his words. "I do not want to be forced to take violent measures against you... I can understand your language-- you witnessed that! We can negotiate-- please."

The Golett just blinked again and, with a robotic cry, swung its arm at N's legs. He recoiled just enough to avoid the brunt of the attack, and staggered back to Paprika's side. He glanced at her sidelong, his expression reluctant but grave.

"... Are you prepared to battle, Paprika?"

"P-Prepared to what, now?"

This is turning out to be way more than what she'd expected--Pokemon was a kid's cartoon, at least the last time she checked! Paprika's quite completely forgotten that she even has Pokemon of her own until Robin launches herself towards the Golett with a shrill cry, pecking and scratching at it to little apparent effect. She makes a move to stop Robin, but Old Man shuffles in front of her and she can swear that he's shaking his head at her, like he's trying to say that they know what they're doing, even if she hasn't got a clue.

"Uh, sure, man," she says to nobody in particular. "We'll just, uh, go get, like, a crowbar or something and go all zombie apocalypse on these guys."

He watched as Robin threw herself into the fray, and instinctually reached for a Pokeball on his belt. But he quickly withdrew his hand, apparently deciding against it. The only Pokemon he had was Zigzagoon, whose Normal-type moves would do nothing against the Golett. There was Zorua, but she was locked in a battle already-- the one with the Sigilyph. If he was going to help ward off the Golett, he would need to reclaim Zorua... but there was of course Paprika to worry about.

"No," he protested, giving her a mildly disgusted look. "A crowbar? That's barbaric..." He eyed Old Man, then glanced back at Robin. "Your Pokemon already have the right idea-- you will command them against our attackers. Battle to subdue, but do not kill. Zorua can help us, but..."

He clamped his hand over his head wound again, in a poor attempt to stanch the bleeding, and started off in the direction of Zorua and the Sigilyph. "Distract them while I handle this!" Paprika could at least do that, right...?

"But it's like, the zombie apocalypse, you know...?"

Paprika reaches out as if to stop N, but stops herself in turn--clearly, when everything wasn't going to hell in a handbasket, they need to have a nice, long movie night. As if to remind her of concerns more pressing than N's sorrowful lack of cinematographic savvy, the Golurk raises its fist again, wreathed once more in lightning. Some sort of strangled shout escapes her, which apparently passes for something resembling a command in Old Man's book, or at leas enough of an incentive to absorb the attack with seemingly no ill effects.

"Dang," Paprika comments, accompanied by a low whistle. "Could you, uh, do that again or something? Except, like, attacking the little Iron Giant or whatever?" Can she actually do this? Probably not.

N doesn't look like he has any clue what a "zombie apocalypse" is, nor does he look like he's going to take the time to puzzle over what it could mean. He makes a beeline for the two struggling Pokemon, holding up his arms in an attempt to block the gusts caused by the Sigilyph's wings as he gets closer. Zorua glances up at him as he approaches, but refuses to move from her spot.

"Everything will be alright, friend," he calls out, reaching for a Pokeball on his belt-- his last Great Ball. "Be still."

The Sigilyph apparently doesn't want to "be still", but it seems to be too exhausted to attack in protest. N reaches out and presses the Great Ball to the Pokemon's side, and it disappears with a flash of light, leaving Zorua biting at thin air. N reluctantly forces the Pokeball shut with both his hands, clasping it until it stills.

Even if Paprika's attempts are inexperienced, it seems to be just enough distraction. N promptly turns and gestures to the Golett attacking her. "Zorua, Pursuit."

Zorua's fur begins to glow a ghostly purple color and she surges forward, throwing herself at the Golett and knocking it backward.

Having absolutely no clue what she's supposed to be doing, Paprika finds herself suddenly aware of the fact that her bare feet are absolutely freezing. Seeing that the fight appears to be over, Robin reluctantly perches on Paprika's shoulder and begins to preen her hair, ignoring any protests. With a long-suffering glance at N, Old Man plods over to sit at Paprika's feet, completing what must be the worst spectacle in all of Pokemon training's history.

"Uh, you okay, man?" Paprika calls, hoping that this means the catastrophe is over and they can all go back to bed where it's warm and not winter.

N promptly returns to Paprika's side, and takes a moment to look over her Pokemon, making sure they aren't hurt too badly. Then, he scrutinizes their trainer, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes," he answers absentmindedly. Now then, less than stellar battling aside... "Where are your shoes?"

Paprika and Dragonite had likely traveled long enough with N to know of his odd sleeping patterns. He seemed to be surprisingly active at night, supposedly leaving camp to meet whatever nocturnal Pokemon were around, but he still had a tendency to wake up very early. Today was one of those days, and he apparently has forgotten that Paprika was probably trying to sleep when this chaos began.

"Uh," Paprika starts, before realizing that she really doesn't have a clue where they are. "Somewhere," she determines, doing an awkward little hopping dance to try and keep her feet off of the suddenly freezing cold ground. She supposes you don't notice those things when freaky Pokemon are out to kill you.

"So, if we're done with, like, the Pokemon-zombie apocalypse or whatever the hell that just was, d'you wanna go get your head fixed? 'Cause I'm not first-aid certified or anything, so I'd probably end up making it waaaaaay worse."

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AND THEN THERE WAS VIOLENT TL;DR OOPS

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LOL OOPS IT'S STILL WINTER ;;

PFFFT NO PROB, BRO

moose are actually really dangerous okay

oh man moose are terrifying LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MOOSE

yessss someone who understands those feckers are dangerous

can't everyone see those antlers and hooves I mean DAMN IF IT GETS MAD....

^^ reasons I am glad there are no moose in my area

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hfhjngh my god, the worst, it is her

NO SHE IS CLEARLY THE BEST

LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS