{RP} The S.S. Wishmaker - Tides of Witchcraft

[Neo Emolga]

Jarena Farrell and Violet Radcliffe
Battle Stadium Spectator Booth
Affected RPers: @Desolate Divine @Chakramaster

Ugh, my head, what just…

They heard a commotion, and the last thing Jarena remembered, Lance was about to attack her and Violet with his Dragonite. For a minute, she could have sworn somehow she had become a Buneary for a few moments, but then when she looked at herself, she was human.

Was it some kind of hallucination? What exactly had transpired?

And then when she looked up from the floor, she saw Jon and his Latios, now in his Mega form. Somehow Jon had found out about Lance’s dark and murderous plan, and she could see he had beaten him into a bloody mess while Latios had kept his two Dragonites locked in a telekinetic grip. She wasn’t sure how Jon found out and managed to come to the rescue just in time, but it definitely looked like he had way more of the upper hand now.

Meanwhile, Violet was certain Jon was going to beat Lance to death then and there. She and Jarena had managed to get to their knees, trying to understand what the situation was. One of the first things they saw was the four operatives had all been eliminated before they could respond to Jon’s all-out assault on Lance. Something or someone had struck the four operatives hard in their heads and knocked them out cold before they could deploy a single Pokémon.

Between the unexpected transformation, reversion, and the distortion of memory and time, Jarena and Violet weren’t quite sure exactly what had happened, but for the time being, it appeared Jon had the situation under control now and the two of them were at least somewhat safe. Although from the looks of things, it appeared Jon was not going to stop his attack on Lance, shouting angry obscenities between his powerful strikes that left Lance with bloody gashes, broken bones, and savage bruises all over his face.

“Holy hell, Jon…” Violet remarked, wondering if she was about to witness Lance’s murder.

“He’s gonna kill him…” Jarena muttered in shock.

But they couldn’t entirely blame him either. Lance was about to kill the both of them, cover it up, and frame Jon and his Latios for it, taking advantage of the eon Pokémon’s erratic tendencies and leveraging that as a means to cover up the murder and destruction that Lance was actually responsible for. They could distinctly remember that before everything became ambiguous. But she couldn’t entirely understand Lance’s motives. What was it all for? Revenge? The money? Pride? Eliminating Shadowcraft? She knew he couldn’t get it all and he’d never get his money back from two dead corpses, but it seemed in his reckless actions, he had lost his rational thinking from this realization and was simply out for blood in a berserk and deranged furor.

Violet could tell Lance never approved of Jon’s proposal, and the whole aspect of him being outvoted by the other Champions had driven him over the edge to take a chance on this nefarious plot once it had been decided this was where Jarena and Violet were going to be during Cassandra’s battle with Avery. Her only guess was his pride, his dark obstinacy, and his sheer unwillingness to compromise over any of it was the reason for his monstrous irrational behavior.

“STOP!” they had heard a voice cry out. “Don’t fight!”

Both Jarena and Violet looked up to see one Pokémon they weren’t ever expecting to lay eyes on in their lifetime. But there Jirachi was, holding both Jon and Lance in place before Jon could land that final killing blow on Lance.

“Oh… my… god…” Jarena gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “Is that… hooooly crap, THAT’S JIRACHI!!!”

Violet couldn’t believe it either, just now getting to her feet. Where before she thought she was going to need to resort to using her witchcraft in self-defense, it now looked like that wasn’t going to be necessary. But she kept an eye on Lance and the unconscious operatives. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had managed to catch her off guard while she wasn’t looking. If any one of those operatives looked like they were coming to, she would make sure they’d go right back to sleep again.

For now, she decided to let the small star-shaped mythical Pokémon decide what was best. After all, it wasn’t that long ago that Victini had stopped what could have been a disastrous all out costly brawl back in the Royal Prominade…

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Cassandra Silvers
Battling Arena
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

It was hard for Cassandra to fully understand what had happened, hitting her like a memory lapse but still with engrams of a glowing white mysterious power that had turned her back into an Eevee. But suddenly things reverted back to normal, or at least she thought they did. Was it some kind of daydream or an illusion?

And yet nothing had changed, but she could have sworn she remembered getting surrounded by a white glow, waking up as an Eevee again before speaking to Victini and Ninetales, and insisting on continuing the battle despite being transformed.

But now she looked at herself and she could see things had not changed within the battle itself, Ninetales was still attempting to strike down Avery’s Zebstrika, Knautia, with a telekinetic Extrasensory attack, exactly how things were before she noticed that white light surrounding her. It almost made her wonder if a stray psychic trace of the Extrasensory attack had made contact with her and put her in a hallucination trance. But for now, she felt fine.

Regardless, she decided not to dwell on it any further because every second was crucial in this battle…