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EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

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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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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EVENT - Pokemon attacking and stuff

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