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

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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...?

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

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"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.

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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.

hfhjngh my god, the worst, it is her

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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.

NO SHE IS CLEARLY THE BEST

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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.

LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS

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"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."