Cassandra Silvers
Heahea City
Affected RPers: @Desolate Divine @Noblejanobii @Shruikan @Chakramaster

Just when Victini and Triad were thinking of making a run for it and getting away from the mayhem, they had encountered Dylan.

“Are you alright?” Dylan shouted in alarm.

“We’re okay…” Cassandra replied, referring to herself and Violet before looking to Jarena. “We managed to slow down her curse, but… it’s still progressing.”

“Oh, well… crap,” Jarena replied, realizing the curse wasn’t broken and was still running its course. “So that’s why I grew another leaf.”

After Dylan had checked his phone, he looked incredibly sick.

“Abbee is trapped inside…” Dylan reported to them, clutching a Pokéball as he looked back toward the urgent care center that was being ransacked by Giratina and Agatha’s followers.

“Yeah, but how the hell are we supposed to get to her?” Violet asked, looking at the situation like it was suicide to head back to where they were originally running away from.

“Vic-tini…” (“I can’t believe I didn’t realize she was here, but there’s so much interference…”) Victini winced.

To Cassandra, stealth was out of the question. Sneaking around would devour too much time and every second that passed was resulting in more and more damage. They had to make their move quickly.

“Dylan, keep a watch on Jarena,” Cassandra told him. “If we can get our hands on a star piece, we can sure her affliction, but if she gets struck by anything else on top of what she has already, we may not be able to fix it. In the meantime, I’ll look for Abbee and Violet, see if you can find that star piece.”

“Vict-tini-ni…!” (“I can guide you to where they are, but there’s a few witches out there that you’re going to have to deal with. I think maybe it’s time they’ve had a taste of their own medicine!)

And that gave Cassandra an idea.

“Violet, snipe at least one of them out with a Pokémon transformation hex,” Cassandra advised her. “Steal their cloak and their reagents and pretend you’re one of them. I’ll do the same, that should allow us to get close enough to save Abbee and get some of those curative materials.”

“Aww man, I want to join in on that,” Jarena replied with disappointment, realizing she couldn’t due to her current hexed condition. “Definitely taking a raincheck on assimilating their ranks, though!”

“Ok, let’s move,” Violet replied to Cassandra as Victini followed them from a distance, covering for them both.

As they moved quickly and quietly through the streets, they kept a lookout for any straggler witches that had broken off from the main group. In the meantime, Cassandra was appalled at how many victims they had claimed with all sorts of afflictions. She had seen one trainer and their Azumarill reduced to a melting pile of wax while an elderly woman had been turned to wood, frozen in a look of despair as her own Delicatty wept at her feet, unable to comprehend what had become of their trainer.

It made Cassandra furious.

Meanwhile, Agatha’s witches were slowly marching through the streets as if they owned Heahea City, now. So far, it looked like they hadn’t been met with much formidable resistance, but Cassandra saw that as an opportunity to strike at their overconfidence. One of them had strayed away from the group, looking for more victims. And as soon as she was no longer in sight of her compatriots, Cassandra took a stand of Nami’s fur and decided it was time to let them have it.

Laying the Pokémon transformation hex on the witch’s cloak, she had only realized a hex had been laid upon her when it was too late, and within seconds after an expression of shock, she had been transformed from a human to a Purugly, and her cloak and all of her belongings had fallen into a pile on top of her. She had climbed out of the pile, completely bewildered at her new form before Cassandra laid the knock-out punch on her, using a pinch of dust from the ground to induce a lethargic and bewildered curse upon her.

Cassandra had quickly snagged the cloak away, along with the belt of pouches and packs that the witch had been using. As Cassandra quickly threw the cloak and the belt on, the now transformed Purugly looked at her.

“Purr…” (“You… you’re… Cassandra Silvers… aren’t you?”) she asked her.

“No,” Cassandra replied, tearing into one of the pouches that was labels as ‘ashes’ before grabbing a pinch of the black powder, “I’m your worst goddamn nightmare.”

It was then that Cassandra used the ashes to induce a third curse on the former human witch, flushing them with blindness and bewildering amnesia in their lethargic Purugly form. Once she had been incapacitated, Cassandra drew the hood over her head, and slowly walked into the main street, acting as if she was one of Agatha’s own.

She then headed back to the urgent care center, hoping to find Abbee. While she couldn’t see him, Victini watched from a distance.

<Oooh, you messed her up BAD! Well done! Okay, I think I know where Abbee is. She’s locked herself in one of the storage rooms that was near the Section B waiting area. Thankfully, they don’t know she’s there.>

Cassandra couldn’t see him, but she nodded softly to show she heard him. At this point, she knew where she needed to go and she remembered the room that Victini talked about. As Victini left to go find Violet, Cassandra headed toward the urgent care center’s entrance. Not too far off was Giratina, but then all of a sudden, she had seen Rayquaza suddenly lash out at Giratina, striking him from behind with a powerful Outrage attack. Giratina had stumbled forward, never expecting such sudden, powerful force. In alarm, Agatha’s witches had turned to see the commotion, never expecting Rayquaza here of all places…

Oh man, Jon, you’re taking a big risk here… Cassandra thought to herself. I hope you know what you’re doing.

“Girraaaaaa!!” (“It’s you…!”) Giratina roared at Rayquaza. (“Thought I’d never get the chance to annihilate you myself, and yet here you are like a sacrificial offering.”)

“Raaa!” (“Woefully mistaken as always…”) Rayquaza snarled back at Giratina. (“Though I suppose that’s how it’s always been with the way you blunder about things.”)

As the two of them suddenly fought ferociously as the thrashing could be heard all over the city, Cassandra used the valuable time Rayquaza had brought her to go for Abbee while she still had the chance.

When she had found the storage room, she threw aside the wheel chair and oxygen tanks that had fallen in front of the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She grimaced, but she quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening, and knocked twice on the door.

“Abbee, it’s me… Cassandra…” she told her, knowing she would recognize her voice. “Come on, we need to get the hell out of here.”


Violet Radcliffe
Heahea City
Affected RPers: @Shruikan

After making sure Cassandra knew where to go, Victini headed toward where Violet was, who had stealth-attacked a second witch and left him lost, dazed, and confused. Violet was able to flush his mind with delusions and left his mind unable to comprehend what was real and what was part of the convincing nightmare he was living in. After finding a loose strand of fur that had been from a previous Pokémon-related incident back at the urgent care center, she had turned him into a Bunnelby before swiping his cloak and reagents for herself. After putting the cloak on, she felt she looked very convincingly like Agatha’s witches, but she kept in mind that any operatives out there would also mistake her for an enemy.

She wasn’t too worried about that, as it seemed as though there wasn’t much left in the ways of defense for Heahea City.

Shortly after, she had seen Rayquaza and Giratina battling as well, ferociously attacking each other, though it seemed as though there were no trainers to command them and were fighting on their own accord.

Violet decided to head into the damaged urgent care center, heading for where the reagent storeroom in Section B. Things were broken, thrown about with chairs and papers everywhere, along with pieces of the walls and ceiling. Still, thankfully most of the storeroom was intact, and Violet was able to quickly find the Star Piece she needed to cure Jarena’s flower affliction. But she decided to go for more, as she felt this may be the last time she had access to these. She took her backpack and filled it with star dust, pearls, mushrooms, and all the other items they would need as curative reagents.

And then, she headed back to where the books were kept. They were still there, and Violet quickly packed them into her backpack as well, although now it was very stuffed and heavy, but it was the maximum she could hope to carry.

“We’re not supposed to be in here,” a voice spoke behind her. “If you’re looking for the infidels, they’ve already left the premises.”

Violet had turned around to see one of Agatha’s other witches, seemingly falling for her disguise. But Violet decided to play along with it.

“They left a large amount of reagents behind,” Violet informed him. “We would do well to hold off on demolishing this place until everything has been extracted for our own purposes.”

Violet was hoping perhaps they would reconsider leveling the urgent care clinic, not just for the sake of the witchcraft victims, but also for the regular patients that needed treatment.

A sudden tremor was caused by Rayquaza slamming into Giratina, causing the ghostly dragon to stumble back and break a portion of the back wall down.

“We won’t be able to reason with the two of them…” Violet replied to the other witch. “Let’s move.”

She then headed to the exit as the other witch followed her. She was hoping she might be able to pry some vital information out of him, but right now, she needed to get out of there before one of these massive draconic legendaries flattened the whole building…

And that was when she had passed by a snow-white Alolan Vulpix. While it wasn’t too uncanny to see one here, Violet could swear there was something familiar about her…