Lenore Valdis.
Goldenrod City, Johto.
Affected RPers: (By Lenore): @XaikuX, @Death's Spook, @TheProtobabe; (By the evacuation): @Neo Emolga, @Lord Celebi, @The Nonexistent Tazz
Thank God for prophets.
* Sidenote to Xaiku - if you need this removed for whatever reason, fine, but I figure we still need at least a little bit of momentum.

Rain spattered the windows of the limousine, doing nothing to improve Lenore’s mood. It wasn’t very good to begin with - she still detected tension from everyone around her, and she wasn’t a big fan of car travel, having almost never used it. In her humble opinion, if your city was so big you needed to cram yourself into a smelly metal box with wheels to move around through it, your city was too big. She didn’t care to be so close to Lance or Helena, either; her natural paranoia made it seem likely that she would be groped at or stabbed, and she -

<Lenore.>

Usually, Deborah’s tone was calm, unhurried, neutral. But now her psychic voice practically burned with urgency. “Excuse me for a moment,” Lenore said to the other limousine passengers with a quick, tight smile before lowering her head, closing her eyes, and pressing her hands against her ears. She needed to concentrate. <Deborah. What’s wrong?>

The reply was a long time in coming, too long. Finally, fumblingly, Deborah managed to say, <I don’t know. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, or seen…> There was a brief pause, during which Lenore only sensed undiluted distress from the bird. When the voice returned, it was a bit more controlled, but still overlaid with unease. <Three ships,> she said. <Three warships are entering the harbor, Lenore. I do not know much about your human weaponry, but I do not believe that they are from our enemy Kanto. There are seven Johto ships sailing out to meet them. Everyone on board the Johto ships will burn. Everyone.>

Nausea rolled through Lenore’s stomach. Neither time nor distance meant much to Deborah’s eyes; she was seldom wrong. Lenore was trying to formulate a response when Deborah continued, <There is more. On board the lead ship… I do not know what it is. But I sense two sources of immense power. One similar to your Burst Heart, but stronger, darker. The other similar to the energy signature of a Psychic-type Pokemon, but… Twisted. Strange. Immensely powerful and infinitely adaptable. Its is the power that will kill the Johto sailors. Then the killing will spread to the city. First Harper Tower. Then...>

The limousine jostled as it drove over a bump and Lenore’s concentration was momentarily broken - no bad thing, considering that Deborah’s vision was beginning to spill over into Lenore’s own mind, giving her the wonderful image of boats, buildings, and bodies rent to cinders in a flash of light. She looked up, out the window, hoping to perhaps wipe the memory away. In the distance, the bay stretched out into seemingly endless ocean. Several dark smudges dotted the horizon - hard to say for sure, but they weren’t necessarily not advancing ships. Lenore swallowed painfully. <You’re sure about this, aren’t you, Deborah?>

<When you arrive at your destination, consult with Micah - much as you can with him, anyway. Even Hananiah or Asiyah might be able to sense the coming disaster.> She fell silent, though Lenore could tell that she still had something on her mind.

<Do it.> When she received no reply, Lenore pressed on. <You know what I mean. You want to start warning people, start trying to get them away from the coast. I’m telling you to do it.>

More silence as the limousine pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. When Deborah spoke up again she sounded faint, far away. <I am near the tower, projecting my voice as loud as I can to try and spread the fear. Some of them are moving away. But most are caught up in the spectacle and they will not be moved.>

The others began to pile out of the limousine. <Show them what you saw, then. That’ll get them moving in a hurry. Now, I need to go. Good luck.>

Much as she wished she could help Deborah, she knew that the situation was out of her hands, and she had to focus right now on more immediate problems - like that the hospital, and the entire group she was with, was fairly close to the coast. She decided, like Deborah had suggested, to see what Micah thought.

Almost as soon as the Absol was released, he hurried over to her, nuzzling her so hard as to almost unbalance her. Alarmed by his alarm, she held his head between her hands. “Calm,” she whispered. “You need to be calm. You can feel it too, can’t you? Something very powerful will be here soon.”

She released her grip, and Micah nodded, muttering his own name and frantically gesturing with his tail to Helena and the Harper brothers. Sometimes Micah could get hard to understand, but his message was clear: “Why are these people still here? They need to move.”

“Lance, Alistair, Helena,” Lenore said to the others. She did her best to keep her voice calm, but she was pretty sure that her stress was obvious, if not in her tone then on her face. Quick as she could, she relayed Deborah's message, doing her best to keep it word for word. "Micah senses the danger as well," she added, gesturing to the still-anxious Absol. "If we stay here, our very survival may become unlikely. I don't know how much time we have, but I'd estimate no more than -"

<Between ten and twenty minutes, Lenore.>

"Between ten and twenty minutes before everything gets ugly." For once, Lenore was actually grateful for Deborah's interruption, quiet and strained though it was. "I suggest that anyone with a Psychic-type use that Pokemon to spread the word through the hospital en masse; it will save time. My next polite recommendation is that afterward we get the h*ll out of dodge."