I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[kickingcatcher]

[Her face is filled with nothing but shock for the longest time. Then, she blinks and shakes her head, trying to come back to what's happening. She just stares as her gaze goes back and forth, to the Gold with a bruise on his face, and the one completely enraged.

What is going on?] G-Gold!? Why... why are there two of you? [She takes a couple steps toward the one on the ground by now, glaring up at the real Gold.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[That rage isn't fading any time soon.]

There's only one of me! That guy's a phony!

[kickingcatcher]

[She can see that. And is almost more inclined to believe the one with the temper is the real Gold.]

But how do you know he's a phony? [Sorry, but she is living the dream right now. And... likes it. The impostor stands up and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She blushes again, but doesn't do anything to reciprocate the gesture.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold's not sure what's going on here, but what he does know is that this guy is playing with Crys' feelings. There's no way she would act like this normally. But if this is how his impostor will play... He can play that way too.

Gold takes Crys' free hand into his own, just like the impostor, giving it a squeeze, letting her feel the warmth of his hand, the roughness of it, the throbbing of his pulse, his fingers still trembling every now and then as he tries to reign in that anger.]

C'mon, you're actually buying that garbage? You're takin' this whole thing way too seriously, as usual.

[kickingcatcher]

[When Gold's hands meets her own, her blush greatly darkens. His hand... it feels more real to her, more familiar, and a lot more welcoming. She jerks her hand away from the phony, giving Gold's hand a gentle squeeze in return.] I'm not being that serious.

[She keeps her gaze lowered, however, unable to face Gold at the moment. Her own hand begins to tremble as she speaks.] ... I'm sorry.

[And rather than focus on apologising, she should worry about the Dream Shifter. Its glare says its ready to kill the both of them.]

[mischiefbreeder]

Don't apologize. Apologies aren't gonna get us anywhere.

[He lets go of her hand, meeting the Shifter's glare with his own.]

This is your dream, Crys. You're the one who's gotta end it.

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[kickingcatcher]

[She nods, still facing the ground as she raises her arm to wipe away a few tears. When she looks up, her own face is angry, yet determined. But there is a bit of sadness still in her eyes. She turns to face the Shifter, getting her own pokemon out from their balls. But Crys wants to land her own hit right now just from the rage of it all. She runs up to the Shifter and swings her leg up to kick him right in the face...]

You jerk--

[kickingcatcher]

[But not before the image of Gold fades, and her mother's appears instead. She stops dead in her tracks and is unable to even move at this point. With her leg still raised, she just stares up in shock at her mother's face. It still looks so kind and happy, just like she remembers it. Her "mother" smiles at her, and Crys looks like she's about to just break down.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[The new form the shifter takes on has no effect on Gold, and why should it? It's her dream, and he's a spectator. He's unaffected by her dream... Which means he's the only one that can help her!]

Crys, c'mon! Keep it together! She isn't real! None of this is real!

[kickingcatcher]

[In the moments that Crys was frozen, the Shifter brought out their bladed weapon and ready to strike Crys. Snapping out of it, she barely managed to dodge it, but it was able to leave a large cut on her left arm. She let out a cry, and stumbled back. It closed in on her, but Crys just glared at the opponent.]

Mega, use Razor Leaf! And then Psychic, Xatee! [Small leaves began to rush to the Shifter, and forced him back a ways. And then he was raised into the air, and slammed hard to the ground. Unconscious by this point, the sphere around them dissipates. Arckee helps support Crys, clutching her left arm in pain. Her face is pained, and not just because of her arm. It hurt, having to attack an image of her mother like that.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...It's over. She did it. The dream's over and she managed to knock the Shifter out.

...But knocked out's not good enough. He can't let a guy like that wake up. If he wakes up he'll be a danger to Crys--no, to anyone out here. Who knows how many of these guys are running around? Something has to be done about them.

...But Crys comes first. He has to check on her.]

Crys! [He goes running to her side now. She's been hurt...]

[kickingcatcher]

[She's shaking. A lot. And the blood runs quickly down her arm, and her Pokemon huddle around her. She turns to Gold, hand still covering the wound, and her eyes are a little panicked.]

G-Gold... I-I... [She can't find the words at the moment. She just bites her lower lip in pain and clutches her arm.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold looks over at Sneasel and nods. The Pokémon nods back, and walks over to the unconscious body of the shifter, covering its claws with ice in a sickle-like shape. It knew what it had to do, and it was fine with it. It felt just as strongly about what that shifter did to Crys as Gold did.

It'd be sure to keep this kill quick, quiet and clean. Meanwhile, Gold was going to tend to Crys. He removes a strip of material from Explotaro's suit, near the neck area where he'd already removed some before for his flames, and walks over to Crys.]

Gimme your arm.

[kickingcatcher]

[Crys notices the silent nod, and as Sneasel walks over, she turns her back the shifter. He just silently nods to Gold, holding out her left arm. The wound starts in the middle of her upper arm, stopping just above the elbow. The blood is still running, but not as bad as before. She stayed silent, in slight shock of everything that just happened.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold takes the strip and wraps it around the wound. It's not enough to cover the whole thing, but it should be good enough to at least slow the bleeding.]

We need to get you some help, pronto.

[kickingcatcher]

[She looks up and nods slowly.] We can take Arckee to get to the infirmary.

[He's already next to them, crouched down to let them get on better. She carefully raises herself onto her Pokemon, waiting for Gold to follow. There's about a million things she wants to say, but can't find the words.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold decides to get on top of Explotaro, Aitaro and Sneasel hopping on with him.]

I'll take the lead.

[He's not sure what to say to her. He knows what he saw there... But he doesn't think it could be true.]

[kickingcatcher]

Arckee, just follow Explotaro. [He gives a nod as Crys puts her other two Pokemon away in their balls. For now, she tries to subtly hide her face behind Arckee's fur, just in case she starts crying.

Which is bound to happen at some point.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold still feels unsure about what he saw there. Just... everything. Are the Third Party really capable of doing things like that? Could the Malnosso do something like that too?

He glances back at Crys.]

...You gonna be okay?

[kickingcatcher]

[She dozed off, getting lost in her own complicated maze of thoughts right now. It took her a few moments to realize he said something. She lifts up her head a little, and gives a small nod.]

Y-yeah... I just need to get my arm looked after. [She knows he meant it in another way, but let's hope this way will let her get by.]

[mischiefbreeder]

...Okay. I'll get you help, Crys, so just hang tight.

[He doesn't want to fight with her over it.]

[kickingcatcher]

I will. [Her voice gets a little quieter.]

Thank you. F-for everything, I mean. [It's not much but she at least gives a small, yet grateful smile in in thanks.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[He gives her a side-grin.]

Of course. I told you I'd be there for you, didn't I? When do I ever not follow through on my promises?

[kickingcatcher]

[She shakes her head.] Never. You always do.

[mischiefbreeder]

You're damn right. Now let's get goin'.