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( june event ) who's that pokemon?

EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

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This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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[Iris grins at him, because she’s not going to pretend she’s behaving. The cut didn’t hit any bone, but it’s still pretty deep and she should definitely be resting if she wants it to heal properly. And yet she wouldn’t be resting properly if she knew there were other people around herself that needed her help. Alec seems ok, he doesn’t look visibly hurt or anything but still.]

I will be fine. I rested some, I promise. [And it’s true, even. Not for long but she definitely did.]

Could we make a bargain, maybe? I’ll rest properly if you do kind of thing?

[ thankfully she is willing to take shelter because being tossed over someone's shoulder in a skirt would be very, very unbecoming. she doesn't care if this is the 90s, okay, it's just indecent. ]

I've got some cuts, [ she murmurs feebly, slowly removing her hand from jyn's because it's cold and she doesn't want to discuss this or her display at the moment. ]

Are you alright?

[ for the most part, dutch has been sticking close to the dance studio. it's not the ideal shelter, but it's better than nothing at all. it's something -- and part of her still wonders why she cares when she's so sure that her memories of the people here aren't real, but the truth is that she does.

it's what johnny would do, she thinks. helping people instead of turning away. in his absence, she's left to figure this out for herself, but with the decision made, she's on solid ground again. fighting happens to be her area of expertise, after all, far more than dancing.

weaver's isn't too far from the studio, and dutch spots the pile of bodies and makes her way over to check in. trade tips. she's mostly been slashing at the monsters with a large knife and that does the trick, but not to the extent that there's an equally large pile of bodies in front of the studio.

molotov cocktails. that explains a lot. ]

Not the kind of cocktail I thought I'd ask for, but I don't suppose you've any to spare? [ she asks when she spots lantar, tone casual and light. the tension in her shoulders and the slight limb belie her tone. ]

_{[To all the Militesi haters out there: this is why magic is awesome. Moments like these, when he gets to unravel the threads holding together a spell and send a monster hurtling to earth like a particularly vocal meteorite.

Not exactly your standard battle move, but they seem to have thrown the handbook and the standard it's measured by out the window a while ago.

Had the girl been trying to outpace a normal human without the extra pounds of corded muscle and serrated claws, she would've had the clear advantage; she scampers quick as a squirrel, never missing a handhold, and he loses sight of her as he zig-zags through the heavy brush in the direction of her tree.

Katniss won't have to search long; the cape at his neck's a red beacon against the green backdrop. Upon seeing her earthbound, he nods at her, greeting and acknowledgement both.]}

Yup!

_{[Short and simple and about three degrees too perky for the situation, but she'll get no argument out of him. These things are tough enough when it's one-on-one, forget a pack. He'd seen a handful fall on a man taking his three mid-sized dogs for a walk--that's a level of evisceration he does not care to experience firsthand.

Arrowing in a direction away from the body, he joins her in booking a hasty retreat, resisting the instinct to cut branches clear rather than duck around them. Stealth isn't his strong suit, but these things seem smart--smart enough to maybe even track by way of telltale signs of someone hacking at the foliage.]}

I heard water earlier--the river?

_{[Harder to track by water.]}

[Her eyes were immediately drawn to the claw marks on his shoulder and her stomach gave a lurch. He had been hurt. Again. How had he managed to get away from the creature though?]

I'm fine. Well, not fine, because what the hell is going on?!

[All of them are in over their head.]

Are you okay? Is that from them?

[Skye steps closer to him to get a better look, eyes drifting from the marks to his face.]

[Oh thank the Six, she's still alive. Nyx turns towards her voice, spotting the convenient niche she must have holed up in. Unfortunately he wasn't the only one: the creatures were eyeing him up warily, but he was far enough away to make her hiding place a still enticing target.

Like hell.

Nyx cocks his arm back and whips his kukri in an arc as a beast hunkers down to jump. He warps in an instant, magic shattering like shards of blue glass, and before he's even fully materialized he's casting a battier above them. The creature smashes against the dome with an angry cry and lopes away to presumably find a new victim (or help).

There's relief as he twists, one hand still maintaining the shield, and tries not to feel sick when he sees how much she's bleeding. He knows the bite of their claws, himself. It's not pleasant.]

I guess it would be dumb to ask if you're okay.

[A dash of humour to lighten the situation.]

It took Magnus some time to register what Alec meant but needing more time, and when the realization hit, it made his chest ache. "You need to save all of your strength for yourself," he murmured, brushing the hair from Alec's forehead and giving him a careful inspection for any obvious damage. He was dirty thanks to the siege-like conditions inside of the hospital, and the exhaustion was clear in the circle under his eyes. But he was safe, and he didn't seem to be suffering from any major injuries.

Settling back down, he peppered soft kisses over the parts of Alec's face and neck that he could reach without moving. "It seems to be over," he told him, eyes fixed on their joined fingers and the fading black on the back of his own hand. In the heat of battle, he hadn't had time to give much thought to the alliance rune that Alec had been so comfortable with. It was something to discuss later, when they were at home in bed and sleeping for the next few days.

It did hurt, thank you, and the odd tugging sensation makes Dirk's stomach churn, which proves really terribly distracting. Even were that not the case, he frankly has no idea. This isn't his area of expertise.

"Anders is bound to be back eventually. He can do a... thing." Oooooh, wavy magic fingers. "Anyway it's only the one this time. That's not so bad."

Wait. He turns his head abruptly to meet her gaze. The abruptness turns out to be a bit of a poor choice, and his head lolls drunkenly for a moment as his vision goes spotty and dark, but only a moment, of which he's reasonably proud. Not proud enough that he isn't pouting, though, at her utter lack of tact. Utter lack. He's deeply offended, and it shows in his tone: "Mouth-foamy?"

Not a fate he fancies. Though he supposes if he's unconscious during it wouldn't be so bad. Well, fine. And she's bolstering him, sort of, which is kind of her.

"You're very supportive for someone who's just shot me, so thank you for that, I suppose. You shouldn't feel too bad. Well, a bit bad. It is, and I cannot stress this enough, exceptionally painful. It's just that it was probably meant to happen, and I've been shot by worse people. Yours isn't even electrified." He raises his eyebrows and nods earnestly. See? Not so bad.

"Your... thing. I mean. Arrow-y thing. Bolt-y thing? Are they bolts or arrows when it's one of the sideways ones with the triggers?"

[He'd been injured in the fighting, but thankfully it hadn't been anything that healing runes couldn't deal with that. Glancing down at her leg, he gives a questioning 'are you sure' look that he uses regularly with his siblings.]

That sounds suspiciously like something my friend would say.

[And Alec usually ended up having to find some way to con Jace into resting before his parabatai would finally agree. He doubts that he'll be as effective with her but he'll try.]

Sounds like a deal if it doesn't include a bed. There's too many people needing rooms in the hospital for me to take one away from someone who's hurt.

Letting out a sigh, he wrapped an arm around Magnus, trying not to think of how much effort it took. He hadn't been this tired since after they fought Sebastian, but at least everyone he cared about was safe. Sensing Magnus' scrutiny, Alec opened his eyes and gave him a weary smile. "I'm okay. Nothing runes couldn't fix. I was careful." He'd known that there'd be no relying on his husband if he needed to be healed or any of the other magic users or doctors that were at the hospital. There were too many injured for Alec to become another person for them to try to treat.

Humming softly at the kisses, he lifted their joined hands so he could brush his lips across the Alliance rune. "I thought so but I wasn't sure if I dreamed it or not." Now that he knew for sure, he could finally relax and not worry about finding a way to help Magnus power the wards without either one of them giving too much of themselves. "You're safe. Izzy's safe." Looking around them, he felt a pang of loss that was somehow worse than during the wars. "When we go out there, it's going to be worse than Alicante."

❰ honestly, much of raven's apparent focus stems from the fact that she had no better way to spend all these shitty sleepless hours. she's throwing her full attention into this to keep her mind off everything else that went down today.

so the distraction is not only okay — it's welcome.

the question's a good one, and as 'on top of things' as raven has managed to feel so far, she doesn't have a definitive answer. her gaze drops, a little sheepishly. ❱ Probably not enough, ❰ she says, but lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. ❱ It's fine. I'm used to it.

❰ they're not supposed to talk about the past, but in the middle of a crisis, and with such a vague comment? she's not too worried about consequences, really. ❱

[It's an interesting definition, but it's one that he can roll with since he supposes he's a mutant compared to humans.]

I'm a hybrid, half human half— [he chokes on the word 'demon' since it's not a fact one tends to advertise about themselves] —something powerful. It gave me magic, something you don't seem to be scared of. [He smiles at her, looking past the bloody clothes to see the girl wearing them.] Are you a mutant?

[Maybe some day, Magnus would be able to understand how fighting made Shadowhunters come alive, but today wasn't that day. He'd of course seen it over the centuries, that strange phenomenon of the Nephilim gaining a new spark in their eyes when they were battling a foe as if turned into predators stalking prey. It was as impressive as it was terrifying, if he's being honest, but he hasn't had to worry about the Lightwoods turning that aggression on him in centuries.

Smiling a little, tucking his weapon under one arm, his fingers start to burn with magic that takes on a reddish hue rather than the usual blue.] Luckily, fire is a specialty of mine.

[But Izzy finishes the creature off, and Magnus is more than happy to allow her the killing blow. Warlocks weren't built for this—Magnus was much more comfortable providing support to fighters rather than becoming one himself—and maybe some of it had to do with the fact that he had no stomach for violence. He could lash out when his loved ones were threatened, but otherwise he stuck to self-defense.

Looking down at the creature, its neck turned into one massive open wound, Magnus glances back up at Izzy before they start moving along again.] Not the effect we'd hope for, anyway. But we know they're not demonic, given your whip and the seraph blades have little effect on them. Their physical forms don't dissolve, there are no sparks of hellfire, and it's only a lack of runes that makes me hesitate to suggest that they might be Foresaken.

[All of it is unsettling, from the lack of understanding to the consequential inability to exploit any weaknesses. He's ready with a fire spell for the next time, though, and though he doesn't want to invite any opponents closer, he's also itching to see how they react to the magic.]

[The streets are chaos, and not only thanks to the creatures running after citizens or pouncing from rooftops. There's a wild variety of fighting breaking out, from people with the expected weapons—guns, baseball bats, even a few swords that surprisingly didn't come from Magnus' house— to far more interesting tactics that draw the eye to burst of lightning, fire, and other elements. It would be strange, if Magnus weren't right there throwing fireballs at creatures who weren't close enough to strike with his blade.

But Magnus isn't a natural fighter, and sometimes he loses track of his surroundings. Which is how he nearly gets run over by someone who comes leaping over a car to land inches in front of Magnus. While that isn't entirely out of the ordinary, given who Magnus is married to, the display of magic is worth of attention.]

They're weak to fire. [Magnus pulls the guandao from it's holster on his back and gives it a quick spin, setting the end on the ground so he's ready to defend any attack.] Though it looks like you can handle yourself even without that tidbit.

[When Magnus spots Nyx, he can tell that his attention is elsewhere. Knowing that warriors, especially in the midst of a battle, are likely to jump even at the smallest interruption, he clears his throat when he's still a good few feet away from the window. Once his presence is known, he steps closer and leans against the opposite side fo the window frame.

Laughing softly at the question, he shakes his head.] If I sleep, the wards I've put up around the perimeter will go down. [Which is an unfortunately situation, given he needs to regain strength to keep up the barriers in the first place, but sleeping long enough to recover would make the hospital more vulnerable.] You look like you could use some, though. They're setting up a rotating patrol, so you've got some time.

[ While Cassian was fine with presuming that Laura could hold her own, Poe and Jyn obvious were not, which means he's already shouldered his rifle by the time Jyn is yelling his name.

Less than the count of two until he fires it, and the monster with his teeth in Laura loses an eye and half his face; it lets go in order to scream at Cassian, which just gives him an ample window to fire again. ]

For the most part, after leaving a bunch of dead gray bodies around, the critters seemed to have gotten the message that messing with anyone in or near the bar got them pretty damn dead.

Lantar keeps his guard up, though. Makes sure to keep any other volunteer fighter's guards up too. Makes sure to keep people in the storage room occupied in case boredom got the better of them and they tried something stupid.

It's been a long couple of hours and his clothes were in tatters where the monsters had tried to claw or bite him, only to encounter the solid carapace underneath. He's in the middle of ripping strips off of sleeve when Aranea arrives.

"You know, for some reason I was expecting you to appear wielding a giant human dildo. I mean, that thing isn't too far off, but you know."

It's wry and tired and dark with an undertone of relief that spreads onto Lantar's avian face following the words.

"So, what flavor you looking for? We got vodka and petrol, vodka and kerosene, whiskey with both..."

❰ raven typically doesn't take too well to being told what to do and when, but if there's a time to push back, it's not in the middle of a massacre, it's not so soon after she brought a house down on top of her, and it's not with crowe.

so her lips press together a second, the only outward sign of her kneejerk defiance before she swallows it and lowers her gun with a nod. ❱ Yeah, ❰ is all she says, then she's off to the bathroom to clean herself up.

in retrospect, this is a terrible idea. trying to take a shower in the middle of this mess — because that's just what raven needs, to be naked and wet when those things break in — but she's got the rifle propped against the bathroom counter and between that and how spectacularly quick she plans to make this shower, everything should be fine. ❱

[Raven rigged an explosion. Nyx whistles low, little more than an exhale between his lips. He hadn't been close enough to see what had happened, but he'd felt the shake. He didn't know that Raven was capable of pulling that off in the little time there had been since the attack started, not without some kind of magic or technology.

What he should have known was that Crowe would have gone looking for her. The memories this place gives are strong enough to influence their actions, especially in a situation like this. Astrals know that the moment he's clear to do so he's got a few people of his own to find.]

Enough. [His response is a little louder, feeling more secure now that he's not alone. He leans a little heavier against the wall to stand up straight again, closing his eyes against a small surge of dizziness.] Are you two hurt?

Iris smiles as she nods and looks into the room for a chair.

“Of course.” She may not be able to just go outside and help fight the monsters like she’d want to, but she’s no stranger to staying behind because others can do a better job than she would. And as long as she’s able to help in other ways, like keeping Elsa company then she’ll take it.

“I think we’re all worrying for the others, too. It’s been kind of a mess, but people seem to be doing a good job of keeping this place safe.”

[Iris nods, knowing how to read between the lines even if she doesn’t really know much about Raven’s life. She isn’t sure how much of the Raven she remembers is the real, actual Raven but… well, one of the few things that allows her to sleep through the doubts at night is that the Iris she remembers in Insomnia isn’t that different from the Iris she remembers in this place, when it comes to her personality. She’s still herself. So maybe Raven is still Raven, as well.

And Raven is a very strong, very independent woman. So Iris is definitely wondering what happened in her life to shape her like this.]

Well, ‘used to it’ isn’t the same as ‘good for you’. So… [She motions at the food she brought. It’s not much, just some hospitals supplies she found so it’s going to be inducibly bland. But still.]

What do things look like, out there?

I did!

[Iris purses her lips. This feels a lot like trying to reason with Gladio, she happens to have a lot of experience in dealing with protective big siblings. But to be fair said big sibling also trained her to the best of his ability and is the reason she can defend herself if needed, so.]

And I’m doing my best to stay put, but there’s a lot of people I could help. [She tilts her head.] But you really don’t need a bed to rest. I can get you some blankets.

[Again, Gladio trained her on survival, so sleeping on the floor seems pretty normal to her.]

[Iris has seen magic before. It’d be hard not to, considering who her family is and how close they have always been to the royal family. Her memories are almost entirely back by now, so she’s not exactly shocked by seeing Nyx use it… but that doesn’t make it any less impressive when she gets to see it in action. Nyx looks flawless using it, like it’s an extension of himself. Like it comes naturally to him.

Knowing Nyx is a soldier is one thing, but it finally hits Iris that he’s a Glaive. She swallows another whimper of pain as he approaches- her hiding place is simply her using a hole between the debris of a wall the invaders brought down. There isn’t much space left in there, even with Iris hugging her legs to herself.]

I will be okay. [She says with the same exact expression Gladio gets when he’s made up his mind. It probably looks more impressive on him.]

But I can’t exactly run like this. And they can probably smell the blood.

[The light of the blade causes a memory to burst behind her eyes, and she sees a flash of green being wielded by her brother in a desert. For a moment, the image lingers on her retinas, but that's all the time that Leia Organa allows herself to see it. Later she'll look it over, rotate it this way and that and attempt to find the right empty spaces in her memory that line up with it's bumps and rounds. Now is not a time for introspection; it's a time for action, and she can literally feel the upset of the children in the back of her van as much as they attempted to keep their cries silent.

Nodding to Alec, Leia looks over her shoulder just once, and she speaks softly, but her voice carries in the way that it always does, filling the car around them.]

Shhhhh, it's going to be alright. Alec is a good fighter, and he's going to help get us there. Picture the light around him too.

[Good thoughts couldn't hurt, she'd decided, even if they were just enough to keep the kids calm. Somehow she expected that these things could feel their panic just as much as Leia could, and the last thing she wished to do was to ring the dinner bell and bring more of them falling around them.

Keeping her eyes out, she nodded to Alec, and she hits the auto button on the window letting it roll down as she shouted back.]

Be careful!

[She could see that he could handle himself, of course, but she also didn't want him to get hurt in the defense of her little band.]

[While Wade is stabbing the holy fuck out of that monster, Laura's just gonna — y'know.

Slowly stagger up to her feet, holding her stomach together with her hands; it's taking a minute for it to mend, but while that's doing its thing, she'll... be... quietly watching the man work on overkilling the monster in question.

Take your time, buddy. Her stomach hurts anyway.]

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