EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

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So. It's morning, in winter. It's a nice time, nice and cool. Well, cold, but whatever. This is a short part, because the majority of this EVENT OPENING will be in comments below this.

So yeah. Pokemon are wrecking shit, looking for you guys from other universes.

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sorry for late, irl stuff happen

[emmet]

[Emmet quickly picked up the Pokeball, before ordering his Pokemon again - his own dramatic point.] Jolt, Spider Web! Arrow, Tackle! Do it double fast for double battles! [He shouted, his grin not faltering.
But in his mind, he was going over every reason that he could think of for this. These Pokemon were guardians, of the ancients. In fact, he could have counted on them to not do this back in his Unova.

But that was there, and this is here. With a slight gulp, Emmet looked to Miror B. - and gave a confident nod.] We are not from here. We are from somewhere else. Yup, we are not meant to be here - these Pokemon are guardians. Do you get it?
[Not with that explination, Emmet. But he throws another Pokeball - at a tied up Baltoy. After a few shakes, the deed was done - Emmet had caught another Pokemon. He's gonna have a lot of them by the end of this.]

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[Miror B.'s excited smile freezes for a moment as he considers Emmet's explanation. He doesn't like it.] I don't know about that, darling. They're just going to have to get used to us being here if that's the case.

[With a slightly vindictive edge, he returns to ordering his Pokemon about. A fortuitous critical hit on a Sigilyph leaves it nearly fainted, and Miror snatches the oppurtunity to catch it. He notices that Snivy and Lotad are barely hanging on as well -- the attacking Pokemon must be higher level. That's somewhat concerning.] My Pokemon are at low health, darling; yours must be, too. These nasties are oh-so-overpowered. I'll create a diversion and we'll heal them up quickly. How's that sound?

[Without waiting for an answer, he points to Lotad.] Lotad, Mist! [A trained routine; The Lotad retreats towards Miror, releasing a fog. The Mist builds, filling the street around Miror B., Emmet, and all the Pokemon.]

[emmet]

[They will, won't they. Until Emmet finds his way home, he doesn't want to get attacked every week. With a sharp nod, however, he nods at the second question.] Yup! We can heal up, and use our new Pokemon, too! If they will listen...
[Emmet is sometimes an idiot. For example, now. Why would he use a Pokemon who'd just tried to hurt him? Well, why not? Other then the risk involved, of course. But you know Emmet... he doesn't care for the risk. He still thinks he's just how he was, back in his Unova. The bad feeling he's been feeling? He doesn't know why.

Anyhow, as the mist appeared around the two men, Emmet heard a shriek. It was his Joltik, getting struck by Rapid Spin. With a gasp, he withdrew it - before starting to rush off, in the direction of the Pokemon Center. His movements were calculated, as the singular Baltoy who'd used the move seemed to be locked on to him.]

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[Miror B. had considered using the new Pokemon, but when Emmet voices concern about them listening Miror realizes that it might not be such a good idea. True, Pokemon seem to have some kind of honor system built in: a vicious wild Pokemon will follow any order as soon as it's caught, so long as the trainer is skilled enough. Even snagged Pokemon stolen right out from under their trainer's noses in the middle of a battle would obey their new master. Miror knew all about this. But he still hesitates at the idea of using these new Pokemon. He decides to let Emmet try it out first, just in case.

Quickly, Miror recalls his two Pokemon. The Mist starts to dissipate without Lotad, but Miror is already rushing down the street alongside Emmet. The Pokemon Center is packed with scared, confused townspeople, all standing near the glass doors and watching the chaos outside. Miror scowls and pushes inside.] Out of the way! We are in such a hurry here. Move!

[He reaches the healing center and unceremoniously plonks his four Pokeballs on the counter. He looks up at the attending nurse, who seems quite frazzled and slow on the uptake.] Do be a dear and hurry up. [He watches impatiently as the nurse loads the Pokeballs into the machine, then wordlessly takes them when they're returned. He turns to Emmet.] Your turn! I'm dying to get back in the fray, darling; let's be quick!

[emmet]

Of course! [Emmet knew he should be in a rush. This was fun, after all. And that's all that mattered, right? Not the fact they could be trying to destroy them. Not the fact that it could be deadly.

Nope, the fact it was fun. Emmet kind of wished he had a weapon, so he could fight with his crew. As the balls finished being healed, Emmet grabbed them.] Come on! Let us go!

[Without waiting for an answer, he rushed outside, and released three of his Pokemon. He knew that he couldn't release all four - regulations, you see. Before him, Jolt, Arrow, and the un-named Golett stood. And then, the Golett turned to Emmet, eyes glowing...

And punched him. However, Emmet didn't flinch, or even show that he felt that. What.] You are mine now, Golett. We must protect ourselves. Yup. Now - attack the other Pokemon! The wild ones! The baaad ones!

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[Miror B. grins approvingly at Emmet's enthusiasm, then rushes to follow him out the door. He gives a quizzical look at the three Pokemon Emmet releases, unused to seeing three released at a time like that. Although -- he paused a moment to think about it -- Unovans participated in Triple Battles, didn't they? And --] Oh!

[The Golett punched Emmet! Miror takes a step back, more puzzled by Emmet's lack of reaction than anything else. He didn't think Emmet was the kind of person to take a punch like that. Hmm. He slowly grins as Emmet commands the Golett, appreciating the subtle use of mind games. He releases his Lotad and Snivy as a pair of wild Goletts shamble forward.] Fuhohoho! Right, Snivy, Lotad; pick one and let's go! Snivy: Vine Whip, Lotad: Absorb! [He pulls a couple of empty Pokeballs out of his pocket. It may not be as easy as snagging, but being attacked by a swarm of rare Pokemon was taking a lot of the leg work out of catching Pokemon.]

[emmet]

[Emmet gave a small glance to Miror B. - he was going to capture more Pokemon? Well, that made sense. The more, the merrier... right? He gave a sharp nod, as his Pokemon charged forward - Golett only listening because the punch did nothing.
He then looked to Miror B., and gave a smile. He was bleeding a bit - he did get a bit of that punch in the mouth - but he didn't seem to notice it himself.] How many do you think there are left?