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Midnight Maiden
Guest
Noticing what had occured, Buddy nods. Using a very oddly improvised version of Stored Power, small ebbs of energy would be felt from him, before his eyes began to flash like a torchlight, alerting the visor-donning man and his group to the Left Structure Group.
"Skree-ee-ee!"
The odd fish humanoids and boy that was with his green transforming human friend would be alerted too.
These groups were alerted so that they could see the semi-opened portal.
"An inference would lead me to know that, based on the time motifs and a very likely possibility that the person behind this likes to keep the situation... for the lack of a better word... organised and creative, the ticking of the clock signifies taking time. I wonder..."
Brainstorm would open his cerebral carapace, revealing a large brain that launched lightning bolts into the air. These lightning bolts would then light the sky up in an attempt to find the supposed ticking clock.
"It is nigh-impossible that these sounds have no origin," Brainstorm says, before pointing to the semi-opened portal. "Unless that is the clock we are seeking.
Either way, it seems that I am unable to detect any other structures of importance. Oh! Buddy! There you are!"
Brainstorm scattered towards his pet and partner, Buddy, lifting the little guy by his sickle-shaped pinsirs*.
"Have you, perhaps, acquainted with anyone in this area?" Brainstorm asked the happy little fellow, then briefly looks at Sidon. "I would introduce you to the allies I have made, but I suppose they have not formally introduced themselves to me yet."
Visor-donning Man and his group:
@Midnight Maiden @Lissamel @Nater Taters
Odd fish humanoids and boy:
@Bomb @Mason Moretti @Klutzy Ninja Kitty
Left Group:
@MetalNova @Otto @Takumi @Yun Lee @Archmage Jeremiah @thatguyinthestore @The Myrmidon @Yang Lee
*No, they do not hurt, like, at all.
"Bad people..."
Poor Quilava. No Pokemon deserved a bad trainer. Even he had to admit those Team Rocket goons seemed to be at the very least good trainers--That talking Meowth was always concerned. Clemont didn't advance further towards the Pokemon, but he did put on a bit of a sympathetic frown. Just...Keep his distance. Wes knew what he was doing.
Upon hearing Zarya's question, though, Clemont put on a smile. Someone didn't know what a Pokemon was? Well, when was he ever one to withhold precious scientific information? He adjusted his glasses, a sheen going across them, putting an informative finger up in the air.
"Ah, I take it you're not a trainer? A Pokemon, short for pocket monster, is a variety of collectible monster that inhabits the Pokemon world. They come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and forms; not to mention eighteen different types, each with different moves and abilities associated with them. Despite being, well, monsters, Pokemon are still reliable friends and partners for everybody. Some people preform with Pokemon in specialized contests, or compete with them in athletic tournaments, or just collect them for furthering researching purposes. The most common pastime, however, is Pokemon battling! The most advanced battlers can run gyms, usually specialized by type preference. For example, my Pokemon gym is electric-type exclusive, since that's my passion--"
Clemont's infodump was suddenly ended when the little Eevee let out a screech. He stopped, the shine on his glasses fading away. He turned his head towards the direction of the Eevee, and by extension the group over on the left...And, by further extension, the strange, blueish portal. Huh. Kind of like the weird light they were by, anyway. So it was all connected. He couldn't help but wonder, though...
Clemont began to make his way over towards the portal, an inquisitive look on his face. Hey, anything for the furthering of his scientific knowledge, right? "...Uh, I'll finish that up later. What is this...?"
[ @Nater Taters @Midnight Maiden @Crow
@Yang Lee @thatguyinthestore @Takumi @MetalNova @Otto @Archmage Jeremiah @The Myrmidon
@BLUELIGHT --> PORTAL GROUP ]
Late to the party, a brown haired boy would awaken to where the other survivors found themselves. Disoriented, he slowly sat up with a groan and rubbed his head before opening his dark green eyes. He blinked a few times, his body tensing when he realized he was in a location he didn't recognize. The area around him was dark and he saw no familiar faces around him. Was this some kind of dream? The boy, Yoichi, moved to his feet and looked around, baffled as he would scratch his head.
"I-If this is really a dream... I should be able to talk to Gekkōin. He always speaks to me in my dreams! Yeah, that's what I'll do!"
Gekkoin, are you there?
When Yoichi wouldn't gain a quick response from his contracted demon, the boy would immediately become aware that this truly wasn't a dream.
"O-Oh no," he said to himself, a worried expression showing on his face. "If I'm not in a dream then... where am I?"
Panicked, the boy began to run around in a frantic haste. "Yuu-chan! Kimizuki-kun! Shinoa-chan! Mitsu--" Yoichi cut himself off, stopping in place. "My family... where are they?"
The sweet boy's eyes glassed over, and he squeaked in distress, appearing as if he were about ready to cry.
"M-My family... what will I do if I can't find them?"
@Anyone
Hm..?
Both Wes and Rui went on alert upon receiving the call from Buddy, Wes seeming much more tense and concerned than his counterpart. What if that Eevee was in danger, and that was why it was calling for them to the portal? Damn it. He wouldn't allow even a moment of hesitation, him rushing towards the scene without a second thought. If the Pokemon was in danger, then...--
"Wait, Wes, look out---!"
Thud.
In his hurried speed-walking, Wes had completely failed to notice some boy blocking his path, looking as though he was on the verge of tears. Immediately after impact, Wes scoffed, rubbing his head and shooting the boy a brief, indifferent look before shaking it off and continuing on his way. He could tell him to watch it, later- right now he needed to....--
"...Goodness, are you alright??" Rui inquired, rushing to Yoichi's side with concern while Wes reached the portal and realized that the Eevee was perfectly safe. Oops. Awkwardly, he remained silent, simply calling his Quilava to return and acting as though he hadn't been concerned in the first place.
Unfortunately for him, he had a redhead calling after him, too.
"WES! Get back here and apologize!!!"
"..."
Lord have mercy on him.