Doctor Propizio Wasser Te Haurangi, aka Dr. Prop.
Team Aqua
En-Route to Route 111
Affected RPers: N/A

"Dr. Haruangi...Do you watch politics, by chance?" Dr. Massadar yelled.

Dr. Prop looked up from the inspection of the lucky prototype that got to the field testing stage. The whirl of the helicopter blades and the rush of the air more than justified the loud voice. There was nothing else to do.

"...No, I dislike those droll things. It's mostly just a very dressed-up way of saying something that people don't want to hear, and in any case I prefer working." Dr. Prop responded.

"...Hrm. I was just wondering, because...Well, I just heard of this...Interesting rumor. You see, apparently, the late President of Hoenn had often traveled here...For no recorded reason. Nobody knows what he did. It's the most mind-boggling thing, too, there just isn't a reason, do you understand? Like some phenomena you cannot find out for the life of you!" Dr. Massadar said.

"I guess some people have odd habits is all..." Dr. Prop responded. "Speaking of odd things, what is with all of that?!" Dr. Prop said, pointing out the side door, where more of those fiery streaks of red hit the ground. One hit awfully close to them...

"This phenomena is beyond me...It's so perplexing...I honestly would rather not find out, but considering the widespread impact, we might be finding out shortly." Yantil said.

"<Why did I do this why did I do this why did I do this->"

Something practically yelled in his mind, and it was NOT a very fun voice-booming, dark and with a hint of low empathy. He look out of the helicopter, quickly pinpointing the likely source: The world's most demonic-looking falconer EVER, at least ten feet tall, a red tail ending in a point and a jaw of sharp teeth and limbs ending in sharp points...His arm clutched tightly by a Braviary that was only JUST able to hold him and keep flying.

"...Not the most dignified position..." Dr. Prop said.

"<Shut it, Mortals! I hear your thoughts, and-Oh f*** don't look down don't look down-augh!>"

"I never thought I would see something so...Hideously demonic fail to be intimidating." Dr. Massadar replied, equally frightened and bemused from the looks of things.

"<You idiots know NOTHING of what's going on, NOTHING! Welcome to the Sin Eternity!>"

That declaration was punctuated with the scream of something...Powerful. Dr. Prop whipped his head around just in time to see a bright light give way to a massive darkness, the latter eating the former.

A nasty silence fell over the group as the Falconer, now beside the helicopter, looked like he had himself devoured that light.

"<THAT was your pathetic 'god' Arceus being eaten by Diabora, the ultimate destroyer!>" The devil falconeer said. "<THAT was light gone! Your new masters-Diabora and Deadalus-have arrived! Normally I'd give you the choice to bow and become Dread Slaves or die to become fuel, but I think that, given your tones...>"

One of the grunts just started shooting at the thing the instant that thought got into their heads.. The falconer was surprisingly sturdy and was almost about to laugh when one of them hit his partner's leg. The Braviary instinctively flexed its talons outward, which meant letting go of his partner.

"<F*************************************!!!!!!>" The devil falconer yelled as it plummeted towards the ground.

The grunts got a good laugh out of it. Dr. Prop was tempted to laugh about it as well, but he was looking at the demonic Braviary. The demonic Braviary that carried the falconer certainly did NOT find it funny. A ghastly, heart-chilling energy formed in its now-empty claws, and was shot sideways into the spinning blades. Predictably, they broke.

There was a second of silence. Then gravity got working, the Braviary making a loud call in triumph at precieved revenge.

Dr. Prop wasn't the fastest-witted man in the world, but he managed to grab the Poke Ball for Annabeth the Swanna, and it took no time to figure out what service Dr. Prop needed of her. He practically leaped aboard as the thing flew away from the helicopter, perhaps seconds from it's fiery crash. Heat, light and sound penetrated his senses like a spear through armor.

He could see survivors, though-lucky winners who grabbed parachutes before the thing totally fell. Dr. Massadar was among the winners, as were several grunts and the pilot.

That was considerably better than Dr. Prop expected. He feared he was the only survivor for a second. He wiped his (dry) brow in relief and looked up to the sky further...There was sand in the air.

"...Well, I'd say-"

Dr. Prop was about to say that they may have escaped it.

"Dr. Haruangi, I would hate to ruin the party, but the Braviary moved towards where the devil falconer fell...It could be that he survived. Considering he took bullets pretty easily...His fear of heights may have been an exaggeration..." Dr. Massadar said. "Our best hope of not being spotted twice-assuming that they don't have some countermeasure..."

He pointed north.

"Is into the sandstorm."

"...Well, today has an interesting way of making everything work out!" Dr. Prop said.

He wasn't sure if it was lucky they were going to their intended destination...

Yarvick "The Raticate" Xelsez
Team Aqua
Celestic Town, Sinnoh.
Affected RPers: N/A

Yarvick left the caves and was greeted by an absolutely abominable sight.

He never went this way before, but he had an EXCEPTIONALLY good feeling that a hot crater with what was best described as a black hovering eyeball of something best described as EVIL reeking out of it over said crater was not part of the typical scenery.

"<...Hrmph. What pathetic resistance those old-fashioned light-clingers had...Not even a Pokemon capable of harming me...>" The thing thought, possibly thinking it only meant to itself.

His eyes twitched but never fully blinked. He could not take this much in.

Calvin came out and had to clearly bite his own tongue quite literally to keep his mouth from going.

"<...Lucky I do not have ears...Else I would have certainly been able to hear their annoying death wishes personally. Telepathic AND Regular hearing...Ugh. Disgusting. Ears are disgusting on their own too...>"

It wasn't looking towards them.

Yarvick's first instinct was to run like a coward. Yarvick's second instinct was to sneak AROUND it...Possible...

"<...So...What do I do now, milords...I see-no, wait, that's a bloody pun, aguh-I get you. I'll keep-I'll make sure nobody comes...Bloody eyeball puns, and they're so pathetically easy to make!>" The devil eyeball thought to itself, as Yarvick tiptoed around the edge of the crater. "<...Still...It feels like this place was effectively abandoned already...All that were there were the elderly and children...Hrmph. No credible threats...Ah, what am I saying?! Even a man stuffed to the gills in weaponry could never take me on!>"

Yarvick was willing to trust those private thoughts of the crazy eyeball monster. Slowly and steadily, he was a quarter of the way there already...The Eyeball was moving towards the town as well, allowing him to advance...

"<...Hrmph. Now that I think about it...one of them pulled that one on me...It felt like a tiny little sliver of flesh from my master just dropped off and got life of its own as a Pokemon...But it's own attack meant nothing to me...In any case, the thing was near-to-mindless...May be worth loo-I mean, investigating! Bah! Sight puns!>" The thing thought, moving slowly, almost painfully slowly...

...Halfway around the crater...

"<...Hrmph. You idiots think I can't tell when people are trying to sneak by?!>" The eyeball said. "<Unfortuantely, I don't need to have ears to sense you with psionics!>"

It turned towards them, and Yarvick was almost instantly reminded of the crazy eye of Sauron (or whatever Pokemon equivalent would exist in the world of Maridia). It stared directly at them, rage and pride brimming. He was practically frozen in place.

"<Shortsighted as a mayfly-no, d**m, eyepun, bah! No matter! You get no choice! You are dead! DEAD! DEEEAAAAD!>"

"CHRISTMAS TIME IN HELL!!!" yelled a voice, jovially and madly.

The eye turned towards the source, directly opposite the duo of Yarvick and Calvin.

If Yarvick could have seen it, that would have made his day, but effectively what the eyeball saw made it take a look best described as 'Oh c**p' in pure eyeball form. Yarvick heard a rocket, then...

The Eyeball messily exploded, getting its demonic guts all over the duo. On the other hand, Yarvick felt free to move-and the first thing he did was go to the nearest untouched grass and defile it with demon guts.

"F*** this s**t! Literally f*** this s**t!" Yarvick yelled.

"...You'd spoon demon guts? THAT's...Interesting by all standards!" The mystery man said, equally as happy and crazy as before.

When Yarvick got a satisfactory amount of demon goo off of his clothing, he actually turned to his source.

Therein was a blue-haired, 50-year old something man in a santa suit with a rocket launcher, at least a whole foot taller than Yarvick, sporting an absolutely MAD grin and devilish red eyes, as well as pale skin.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS IN JULY!" He yelled. "Your present is...Well, not horribly dying to a demonic eyeball of doom and getting loads of demon s**t in your clothes! Also a family reunion, BUT WHO CARES?!" The crazy man said.

"...OK, what the f*** is with the Santa Suit?" Yarvick said, flabbergasted quickly.

"IT'S CASUAL TUESDAYS!!!" The man yelled.

Calvin almost seemed sweaty-more panicked than when he saw the crazy disembodied eye of hell.

Wait.

"...You're seriously not-"

The crazy man ripped off his santa suit to reveal a snazzy business suit-black with a sharp red tie.

"In a business suit?!"

"No, not in a buisness suit, you're seriously not the boss around here, right?" Yarvick said, almost cautiously.

"OF COURSE I AM!" The crazy 50-year old man said. "Oh, but just so you're not asking stupid questions the whole way through...Yes I'm also your daddy who could never visit you because mommy was a b**ch and ran away and I was busy-"

Yarvick just looked like he was slammed with a freight train at full force.

"...Yeah, long story! But, against my better judgement, I decided to blow up a demon! Like a thousand more to go, if the news is any indication, but first, inside the evil lair!" The crazy man said, taking him by the arm and marching soundly towards the town.

"...Your name, dad?"

"...Oh, yes...Forget to say that sometimes...I FORGET TO SAY MY NAAAAAAAAAAAAME!!! But, seriously, I am Ardos Xelsez...Third Leader of Cipher. Charmed." He said, the devil-like qualities of the grin now fully apparent.

...Yarvick was now fully aware why his mother thought this man was definitely not going to be interacting with her son.