Session 101

All is quiet as Esme and Linnea face the factory. Skel suggested Tim is up on the roof - but how to get there? There are no stairs, ladders, climbable downspouts, or any obvious approach…other than, of course, flying.
Linnea groans. "Just as we surmount another hill, here's another."
Esme: "Par for the course, no?"
Linnea: "Yeah, yeah. I'm just… exhausted. To say nothing of my companions."
Esme peers. "How did he even get up there? Dig through the walls?"
Linnea: "Wouldn't surprise me. Sands has the power of the claw far beyond what a simple Sandshrew should normally have."
A few pokemon can be seen flying above - attacking something on the roof, which keeps ejecting fainted flying pokemon. Fortunately, allies - apparently weaker backups - are there to catch the defeated combatants.
Linnea: "Hmm…"
Linnea lets out a piercing whistle. (Command?)
[OOC] Linnea: Hailing a taxi^w flyer.
One of the backup fliers - a pelipper - hovers down, curious.
Linnea: "Can you take us up top?"
Linnea points.
The pelipper blinks, her - you think - immediate reaction expression almost screaming, "Are you CRAZY?"
Linnea just shrugs. "Something we gotta do."
Esme: "We're insured, no worries!"
The pelipper shrugs mid-flap, and flies low enough for Linnea and Esme to hop into her large beak.
Linnea hops in, gleefully checking "rode in a Pelipper's beak" off her bucket list.
After picking up Esme too, struggling - carrying a person, let alone two, even over a short range being almost beyond her strength - the pelipper slowly ascends, then disgorges the pair and lands, exhausted.
Linnea: "Take it easy now, you hear?"
Esme tumbles out. "Oof. Thanks for the lift!"
Pelipper: "Pelll…"
The roof is a maze of half-finished construction, more flying pokemon dodging and weaving than were previously seen - and in the middle of it all, a giant dragonite, attacking and breathing various forms of energy and surrounded by a brilliant multi-hued aura, moving at a frenzied pace.
[OOC] WC GM: Pokemon Ed check, if you please
Linnea rolled up 4d6: 14 (6 3 1 4)
Linnea: "Whoa…"
[OOC] WC GM: Esme too
Esme rolled up 2d6: 7 (6 1)
Esme: "That's not normal, right?"
Linnea: "Definitely not."
That aura is clearly some sort of power.
Linnea: "This is something of a far higher power…but why? How?"
Linnea: "It's…it's boosted itself beyond all reasoning! All stats maximized!"
Linnea: "Someone's feeding it!"
Esme: "Can you tell where it's coming from?"
[OOC] WC GM: Perception check if you're scanning.
Linnea: "There's people hiding in the mess. I've seen this before. People taking cover and covertly boosting combatants, like a reverse sniper-"
Linnea rolled up 4d6: 14 (4 2 5 3)
Esme rolled up 3d6+1: 11 (5 3 2)
The half-party sees a guard spec sail through the air, the dragonite nabbing it with mouth and nomming instantly, just in time to ward off some clear smog.
Esme: "…Ah."
Tracing its path, it seemed to come from a…what's a boulder doing up here?
Linnea: "…That's not just a boulder. Geodude line maybe."
On closer inspection, that is one frilly boulder.
Almost fairy-type…but only almost.
Esme digs in her pouch, then hurls a Pester Ball at it. Paralysis.
Esme rolled up 1d20+1: 2 (1)
[OOC] Esme: Pfft
Linnea: "A fairy boulder?"
The not-a-boulder opens her eyes and mouth, glaring at Esme…and then comes the angriest "HAPPI!" Esme has yet heard.
Linnea: "…Happini?"
Esme: "A what now?"
Indeed, it looks like a happini covered in rock dust to blend in with the steel girders up here. The happini gets set to charge Esme - then a gray blissey scoops up the happini, putting the happini in the blissey's pouch, before rolling out to tag the dragonite that had been paralyzed until the blissey breaks him free of it.
Linnea: "What are we gonna do about…this? This is terrifying."
Looking around, there seem to be several healers, staying out of the fight and concealed as much as possible, letting the dragonite attract all the attention.
Esme: "I'd say root them out, but dunno how feasible it is, with only two of us."
Linnea: "We need to find out -why- they're feeding the dragonite. Are they stormderps? Are they Jaegers? It doesn't make sense."
Esme: "Gotta get them to talk to us first."
Esme hurls another ball, but this time at one of the healers. Sleep.
Esme rolled up 1d20: 11 (11)
Esme: "I finally see why they call these 'pester' balls, though."
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 13 (13)
It hits well enough - only for another blissey to whistle. The dragonite whirls and lets off a snap hyper beam - which, fortunately for Esme, wastes itself on the steel girder she happens to be behind.
At least the dragonite is - for now - ignoring its flock of attackers.
Esme: "Hmm."
[OOC] WC GM: Another Perception check, if you please
Linnea rolled up 4d6: 11 (3 3 1 4)
Esme rolled up 2d6: 10 (6 4)
The dragonite continues to glow and flex, posing and slowly advancing…almost as if doing more show than attack.
Linnea: "…they don't seem to be attacking. What is this?"
Linnea: "It's almost as though it's an act."
Linnea: "…Is someone filming this?"
Esme: "Hey Lin. Is Miator ok?"
Linnea: "She's…injured, but I can support her."
Esme: "Not to fight, just to talk."
Esme: "Maybe she can at least get some more details for us."
Linnea sends out Miator, who still looks exhausted. "(Arceus bless, is there still more of this?)"
Linnea lets out a soothing little tone, and light seems to glow from within Miator a moment, mending injuries. [Spirit Mending: -2 injury]
Linnea: "(That's…better, but…hm. Okay.)"
Linnea: "Right, so what do we do? Catch a healer and ask? Or… (gulp) talk to the biggun?"
Another hyper beam barely misses Miator, by about 10 centimeters overhead.
Linnea: "(Shee-)"
Esme: "Just ignore those! He's missed twice now, and we've been standing still the whole time."
Linnea: "(I…I guess…)"
[OOC] WC GM: Another Pokemon Ed check
Esme rolled up 2d6: 11 (5 6)
Linnea rolled up 4d6: 13 (3 3 4 3)
"Without healing or boosting, Hyper Beam can only be used by a pokemon twice per day," echoes from classroom training in Esme's and Linnea's heads, just as the third hyper beam whizzes by.
Linnea: "That's a twice a day thing, they're using move boosters. But WHY."
Linnea supports Mia, as they try to move forward to where one of the healers are.
The healers are in every direction including up, but back off as Linnea approaches.
Linnea: "(It's okay. We won't hurt any of you.)"
Linnea: "(We want to know what's going on.)"
Blissey: "GO AWAY! GET OUT OF HERE!"
…a Gaelan blissey, apparently.
Linnea: "…Gaela."
Linnea: "(Why are you here?)"
Blissey: "Isn't it obvious? We're keeping Strongwing here up."
Linnea: "(What is Strongwing here for?)"
Blissey: "So he can stay in range of us? Mighty as he is, he wouldn't last in the open sky against all these attackers."
Linnea: "(Why is he being attacked? Who is attacking him?)"
The dragonite - Strongwing, apparently - harumphs and returns his attention to the pokemon harassing him.
Blissey: "Your friends, duh."
Blissey: "Here we were, just trying to stop those two ground pokemon who have no business being up here in the sky from ruining our leader's plans, and then so many pokemon - and now people, too - show up and attack us."
Esme: "…Who's your leader?"
Miator rubs at her face. "(Who, indeed.)"
The blissey nearly gets hearts in her eyes. "Our leader? You don't know? The brave, wonderful, handsome, cute…oh, one time he glanced at me and my heart just melted…"
Esme: "Is it that pichu that's cheating on his wife again?"
Esme: "Because I swear to Arceus, I am really tired of him."
Blissey: "…wife?"
Esme: "AUGH."
Linnea: "Wow, he really gets around."
Blissey: "You…you're lying! He could never devote himself to just one of us like that!"
Linnea: "(Maybe you should go have a word with him.)"
Linnea: "(How dare he play with your devotions like that.)"
Esme: "First the drifblims, now this. Is this really how all of you Stormies are?"
Blissey: "Uh-uh! He asked us to guard up here and-" She covers her mouth suddenly, eyes widening.
Linnea: "(Oh, figuring it out, are you?"
Blissey: "F-figuring what out? We're just up here helping Strongwing who's being attacked, that's all we're doing, honest!"
Linnea: "(Why are you so nervous then? What is there to worry about?)"
[OOC] WC GM: Occult check, both.
Linnea rolled up 6d6+2: 26 (3 3 5 5 5 3)
Esme rolled up 6d6: 23 (4 5 6 3 2 3)
There is a faint whiff of power, almost Lugia-scented, from the far corner of the roof - with Strongwing and his whole combat in the way, and the healers in the way of all other routes on the roof itself.
Linnea: "…is Lugia here? Or some kind of power, lurking in the corner…"
Esme: "She likes to make an entrance…but there's certainly something. Hey! Can you guys stop fighting for like, 2 minutes? Preferably longer, but yeah."
[OOC] WC GM: Who is Esme talking to?
[OOC] Esme: Mmm. Strongwing and the flying buddies.
The flock backs off - leaving Strongwing to face Esme.
Linnea: "Can you, like, move a bit as well, please?"
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 5 (5)
Esme crosses her arms.
Linnea gets another Hyper Beam for her troubles - but this one only misses because it was telegraphed enough for Linnea to dodge. It would seem that Strongwing is no longer pulling punches.
Linnea: "Oh, come ON."
WC GM rolled up 4d10+69: 84 (5 7 2 1)
The blast does land near enough to hit her for (84-SpDef, Resisted +1 step) damage.
Linnea: "Guh-"
[OOC] Linnea: 122/173
Linnea: "Okay. Fine. Have it your way."
Linnea draws in energy, before letting out a booming, deafening shout! [Energy Finesse + Relic Song]
Linnea rolled up 1d20: 11 (11) (all legal targets sleep on 16+ and evens)
[OOC] Linnea: tch
Linnea rolled up 3d6+42: 52 (1 4 5)
Linnea: "Esme! I'll keep them busy as long as I can!"
Esme sighs. "Why do they have to be so difficult, when I'm trying /not/ to fight for once!"
[OOC] WC GM: Esme's action?
Esme snaps, her aura forming a barrier. She then attempts to squeeeeeze past the dragonite to check out the weird energy source. [Shields Up + Movin]
Strongwing tries to stand in the way, but obviously exhausted from that hyper beam, he moves as if drunk. Esme easily slips past…
Homing in on that energy source, she finds a larger than usual pillar - on closer inspection, probably hiding something within.
Strongwing takes in a breath, recovering…
[OOC] WC GM: Linnea's next action, then Esme!
[OOC] WC GM: Init order if it's not obvious: Strongwing - Linnea - Esme. Strongwing's recovering from Exhaust last round.
Linnea 's eyes glint malevolently. She gestures at Strongwing with her magicked knife, and ribbons of fae energy burth forth, wrapping their way tightly around the creature -
Linnea rolled up 1d20: 17 (17) (AC 4)
[OOC] WC GM: Hit!
Linnea rolled up 1d8+45: 51 (6) (Special/Fairy, put into Vortex)
Linnea: "I really must insist, do not fuck with the fae."
Esme continues her investigation of the pillar, seeing if she can draw or pull out whatever it is hiding within…
The result is…almost custom designed to take down Strongwing. Strongwing is not yet injured, though…
[OOC] WC GM: Esme: Tech Ed
[OOC] Linnea: Oh, right
Esme rolled up 6d6+1: 11 (4 1 2 1 1 1)
[OOC] Linnea: Tagging Fey Law due to Fairy-type hitting. DB10+ moves are Bound, -4 Accuracy. ))
[OOC] Esme: Das several 1s
Esme finds a panel - really, a small door, about Tim-sized - that appears to be locked.
[OOC] WC GM: Doing something to/about the lock or panel?
Esme: "No time for tools…" She holds a finger to the lock, small orbs circling around it. "Cheri don't fail me now…" She focuses, and this time, they turn into frigid ice in an attempt to freeze it off with her [Hidden Power]!
[OOC] WC GM: Roll to hit & damage
[OOC] WC GM: Evasion 0, as with most buildings.
Esme rolled up 1d20: 18 (18) (AC 2)
Esme rolled up 2d8+37: 48 (7 4)
The lock shatters, letting the panel swing open. Buried and chained within a mess of arcane symbols, crystals (perhaps formerly shards, now closer to dust), and gears is someone of Tim's rough size and complexion, though it is impossible to make out more details quickly. Whoever it is, is slumped within the prison and not looking too good.
Esme: "Oh that is /bad/."
Strongwing rushes Linnea in utter Outrage!
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 18 (18)
WC GM rolled up 4d10+81: 108 (4 5 9 9)
Hits for (108-Def) damage!
[OOC] WC GM: Linnea!
[OOC] Esme: bonk
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 9 (9)
Linnea lets out a short scream as the dragon smashes into her - (39/[138]) she plunges her dagger into Strongwing as she tries to take back the energy that was battered out of her! [Draining Kiss]
Linnea rolled up 1d20: 20 (20) (AC 2)
[OOC] WC GM: CRIT!
[OOC] Esme: blammo
Linnea rolled up 4d6+47: 65 (6 4 6 2) (Fairy/Special)
Strongwing would appear to be rather tough: Linnea only recovers a little bit (6 HP).
[OOC] WC GM: Esme!
[OOC] Linnea: 62/[138]
Esme digs through the mess of mechanics and magic to pull out the chained figure!
[OOC] WC GM: Any particular move or ability you're using?
[OOC] Esme: Uhh
[OOC] Esme: Not sure I have anything applicable
[OOC] Esme: Ah, though-
[OOC] WC GM: Athletics check, then?
Esme rolled up 6d6+1: 20 (6 5 1 1 5 1) (Stronk)
In lieu of finesse, brute strength does the job. The figure turns out to be a short woman of obvious Dojjian ancestry - easily confusable for Tim from a distance. She tries to struggle to her feet, before her eyes meet Esme's. There is the spark of recognition, then she slumps into a kneeling position. "You who have bonded with the master of my friends. I can summon them, but I am too weak to control. Will you pledge to direct them, to clear our foes?"
Esme blinks.
Esme: "Uhh. I can do that!"
The woman smiles, then whistles. The mystic scent of Lugia's power begins scaling up rapidly, soon nearly overpowering. Overhead a dark storm cloud spins into existence, thunder and lighting booming within, soon spreading a mix of near-steam rain and cold drizzle.
Esme: "Lin! We have friends inbound!"
Strongwing rears up to attack - then the healers mob him, pulling away Linnea's ribbons while singing and showering him with pink healing energy.
Linnea: "Oh, come on…"
It appears that Strongwing has made a full recovery, and takes in a breath preparing his next attack…
[OOC] WC GM: Linnea's turn!
Linnea draws a heart-shape of magic into the air, before hurling it at Strongwing! [Sweet Kiss]
Linnea rolled up 1d20: 12 (12) (AC 6, ignores Speed Evasion, -2 Acc for a round if misses)
[OOC] Linnea: confuses
Strongwing staggers, confused again - and all but a sitting psyduck.
Sure enough, a certain trio of legendary flying pokemon dive down from the clouds. They look to the lady as they approach, who gestures to Esme. In turn, they look to Esme for direction.
[OOC] WC GM: Esme's turn. Don't bother rolling, just narrate it.
Esme: "Nice to see you all again! Now…" Her eyes faintly glow, Lugia's power swelling up within her. "Could you finish this?" The trio nod, before taking off to the sky. They circle over Strongwing, each letting loose their signature element, a Tri-Attack Tornado ensaring the dragon in flames, frost, and fulmination!
That proves more than enough to take Strongwing down. The healers pick him up - barely able to heft his weight between them all - and jump over the side, popping parachutes to slowly glide down out of sight.
The lady coughs as her avian friends settle atop the framework, looking on. "How…how did you find me?"
Esme goes to help up Lin, who took more hyper beams than any one person ever should in a day.
Esme: "Ah, we sensed a bit of power stuck in there. Lin here distracted them while I got you out!"
Linnea: "Ugh…is it over?"
Esme waves to the Trio. "Merci beaucoup! You guys are always helping us out!"
Linnea: "I need a nap…for a bout a week or so."
Esme: "Only a week? What a go-getter you are."
Lady: "How did you know to find me up here? They…I'm pretty sure they were masking me. I've been in there for weeks."
Esme: "Guh."
Esme: "We came to find two of our friends, and kind of just stumbled on this mess. We only got into town like, today. Yesterday? Time is a mess to me now."
Lady: "They thought, just because of where I'm from, I was with those Jaegers."
Esme: "They're not very bright."
Lady: "I had noticed. May I have your names, please? I am Fiza, the gym leader…though I think they faked my death to take over my gym."
Linnea: "Linnea."
Esme: "Esme Duval, of the Fontaine-Duval Estate."
Moltres snaps off a salute to Esme. Fiza slowly stands up, leaning heavily on a pillar, then climbs up to the trio, who mob and cuddle her.
Fiza giggles a bit, then looks down at the half-party. "Thank you Linnea, Esme, but your friend is in another prison."
Following her line of sight, another thick pillar can be found.
Linnea: "Ugh…"
Linnea: "Some things just never die."
Esme looks. Is this one also surrounded by a giant dragonite?
Not any more. It is the opposite corner of the same roof.
Esme goes to crack open that pillar too.
Busting it open, Tim is found within - covered in string shot, only his nose left open so he can breathe. He is trying to struggle out of it - looking like a giant bug trying to emerge from a cocoon - with no luck.
Esme cuts him loose. "There you are!"
Tim collapses to the floor and breathes heavily. "BLEAH!"
[OOC] WC GM: +100 pokemon XP each for this battle - even Sam & Max; that XP share is still active
Linnea: "I agree."
Linnea: "Can we rest now? Please?"