Session 120

Ignacia, or perhaps just her flame, roars as another massive fire blast soars into the air cavalry, slightly melting a few helicopters enough to send them out of combat. A few others of the fleet are busy rescuing their no-longer-flying comrades.
Ignacia herself is still human-size, but the storm of fire around her reaches the full height of the tower, akin to the old legends of the Dynamax phenomenon from the Galar region.
Sam Spade: "We need to see where she's getting all that power."
Linnea: "This is…ridiculous."
Esme: "Well assuming she stole it all, Legendaries /do/ tend to be quite full of it."
[OOC] WC GM: What does the party do?
Sam Spade: "Okay, let me rephrase. What was it she attacked Moth rather than risk him seeing?"
Sam Spade heads towards the ruins of Pokemon HQ.
Linnea closes her eyes, trying to sense out a similar kind of focus that the giant "Charizard" was using. "Could be another fake…"
The fire aura does seem to be of the same nature - but there is something more, something truer, toward Ignacia's core…and something, on the edge of Linnea's perception, missing…
[OOC] WC GM: Focus or Occult check for more.
Linnea: "Something…almost…"
Linnea rolled up 6d6+2: 16 (3 2 2 2 1 4) (Occult)
Inside the headquarters, at first it looks like Ignacia attacked there just because Moth was there.
[OOC] WC GM: Perception or similar for Sam to find more.
Esme rolled up 8d6: 27 (3 2 2 4 3 6 6 1) (Occult)
[OOC] Esme: ANCIENT WISDOM
Sam Spade rolled up 5d6: 20 (5 4 4 2 5) (Perception)
Esme: "OOF."
Linnea: "…A legendary aura? And…"
Max Thorn rolled up 6d6: 26 (5 1 4 5 5 6) (Perception)
Esme: "The others aren't there…"
Linnea: "Why do Lugia and Ho-Oh not have them? Unless…"
[OOC] WC GM: Max is searching the HQ too?
Linnea: "She either disabled them… or ate them."
[OOC] Max Thorn: yes, with Ammy in the lead. Will roll for her in a mo
[OOC] WC GM: No need.
[OOC] Max Thorn: okay
Within the HQ tower, Sam and Max soon find metal plates, their inscriptions having survived the destruction. They seem to date from the war, describing research beyond the MewTwo cloning. Both sides had investigated it; both sides had foresworn it but were afraid the other was proceeding - Dojji as an extension of creating MewTwos, Amoda as an alternative. Exactly what they were summoning is a bit melted, but the word "Devourer" can be made out.
[OOC] WC GM: Sharing this knowledge with each other, presumably?
Max Thorn: "Devourer, huh."
[OOC] Sam Spade: Naturally.
[OOC] Max Thorn: yup
Sam Spade: "Hey, guys? What's a Devourer?"
Max Thorn: "If I were to guess, what Iggy is."
Linnea: "Ugh…don't tell me."
Linnea: "The only creature I know of known as Devourer in such a bespoke tone is…"
Linnea: "…Zygarde."
Esme: "Mmm. Bad Legendary."
Esme: "A 'Godslayer', if you will."
Linnea: "The aura breaker."
Max Thorn: "Fantastic. Means we're going to have to handle it on their behalf."
Linnea: "Which…okay, that explains the lack on Lugia and Ho-oh's part."
Linnea: "Which means…"
Linnea pales. "Shit. They're in very real danger."
Sam Spade: "Oh great."
Sam Spade: "So what do we do about it?"
Linnea: "Find Zygard and kick the shit out of them, obviously."
Ignacia takes a swipe at Ho-oh, only for Lugia to knock him aside and take the blow. Esme feels the raking burn along her left side, though Esme's own skin is untouched.
Linnea: "…As I say that." She snorts.
Linnea closes her eyes again… trying to sense out a different kind of aura - the pull, the maw, the black hole, possibly.
Ignacia's aura is easy to sense - as well as motes coalescing, rising from the heat and flame, gathering…into eyes.
Green eyes blink open above the entire fray, looking down on the works hungrily.
Sam Spade: "Well, then."
Linnea: "Coming…from above?"
Max Thorn: "Theory: what if Iggy isn't usurping Ho-oh's powers, but instead a Zygarde Messiah? Or so."
The sky darkens around the eyes, concealing any form the body they are attached to might have.
Linnea: "Zygarde is…watching."
The eyes are focused on Ignacia…but some of them shift. As if noticing they have been noticed, several of the eyes fixate on the party.
Linnea: "Hi there!"
There is a sudden mild psychic aura, almost feeling like drool.
Sam Spade: "Okay. How do we get this thing out of the fight?"
Linnea: "Look tasty and run."
Esme shudders. "Yeah. We're a big dinner plate."
Sam Spade: "You're even uglier than Iggy!"
Linnea: "Your choice of diet is bad and you should feel bad!"
A few more eyes appear, the area covered by them growing, reaching across the crater's sky…
Linnea: "Yeah, asshole, check it out! We came all this way to beat the shit out of you, then piss on your grave! Stick that in your craw, why don't you?"
Sam Spade: "Nyah, nyah!"
The sky begins to split, a blacker-than-black maw spreading north-to-south between the eyes.
Max Thorn: "Your mom's so old and fat, when Arceus made light he had to yell at her to get out of the way!"
Esme: "Uhh…You suck, and I'm going to punch you?"
The split accelerates as it spreads, soon stretching beyond the crater.
The party's pokedexes beep with an incoming call from Looker.
Linnea: "Hoo-ee! I bet you're even uglier in person, and your sky-portrait skills suck ass!"
Linnea: "…huh?"
Linnea checks.
Looker: "What…IS that? Whatever it is, it's big enough to track on satellite."
Sam Spade: "That would be…a problem."
Linnea: "<It's Zygarde, the Devourer. We're going to beat him up.>"
Sam Spade: "It's also ugly as sin."
Looker: "Well, if you do, you'd better hurry. That maw's opening all the way down to the coast, and to the north…it just reached Fort Blaston, and isn't stopping."
Sam Spade: "Hey, Mouthy! Are you listening!?"
Esme: "…Yeah now that I look at it, I don't think removing it from the fight is an option - It's bigger than it."
Sam Spade: "You're ugly and your face is stupid!"
Looker: "It just reached the lab. If it keeps going like this…"
Linnea tries to reach out for some kind of center or node to reach out and bop before it accidentally the entire world.
The center of its attention is here, but Linnea does feel it slowing.
Linnea: "It's slowing down…"
Linnea smirks, twirls her knife, and sends out a [Moonblast] up into the skies. Shot across the bow/
Sam Spade: "Unless you tell me not to I'm going to keep telling it exactly what I think of it's fat butt of a face."
Linnea: "Keep going. For such a high and mighty being it sure seems to be throwing a widdle temper tantrum."
Looker: "It seems to have stopped, just beyond Dojji's north coast."
Sam Spade: "That's because it's a narcissistic ass, emphasis on the ass going by the crack up in the sky, and it doesn't have the emotional fortitude it takes to withstand insults of this magnitude."
Sam Spade: "Unlike, for instance, a preschooler."
Max Thorn: "You're so ugly your mom had to tie a steak around your neck to get the Growlithe to play with you!"
Sam Spade: "Which is not to say that I think it has the brain of a preschooler, but I do."
The maw begins to grow, east-west, slowly blotting out the sky.
Sam Spade: "Ewww! Don't do that in public!"
Sam Spade: "That's disgusting!"
The Moonblast finally reaches it, high above. The maw…pauses.
Looker: "It stopped. What did you do?"
Linnea: "<Shot across the bow. :D>"
Esme: "Oh! It hit!"
Looker: "Try it again."
Linnea twirls the knife around again, before sending out a small barrage of beams. Now it's getting more serious.
It takes a minute for the beams to cross the distance, but when they hit, the maw begins to close.
Linnea: "You guys try it, too. Go for distance."
Looker: "Whatever you're doing, it's keeping that thing from eating Amoda and Dojji. For now."
Lulim trills, sending out a [Stone Edge] into the dark skies! With something as big as this, it can'
Linnea: 't really miss.
Esme winds up a pitch, hurling a Tri-Attack off towards the baddie in the distance.
Sam Spade: "Alright, Malta…Can you hit that thing?"
Malta jeers and throws an [Incinerate] up into the darkness.
[OOC] WC GM: *splice lines
Max Thorn considers, then sends a flurry of seeds up at the maw. [Seed Flare]
Amaterasu sends up a [Flamethrower].
At this size, accuracy is a nonissue, just distance…but there seems to be something of an updraft above Ignacia and company (who are still fighting; they have definitely noticed the activity but it has not overridden their hostilities yet).
The attacks hit, each one shrinking the maw back down. Zygarde's eyes are definitely upon the party, though.
Linnea: "Any other ideas?"
Sam Spade shrugs and puts a little more OOOMPH into the next one.
Sam Spade: "Your mother was a wheedle!" [Taunt]
Linnea continues her barrage alongside Lulim.
The maw eventually disappears. Shortly thereafter, Ignacia freezes.
Sam Spade: "Welp, she's been coopted, I think."
Ignacia: "What - no. No! I refuse! I did this for power, not to be…a…aaaAAAIIIIGGGHHH!"
Ignacia seizes up and rounds upon the party, her face a mask of fury.
Linnea: "Sup toots."
Sam Spade: "You made a bad bargain, lady. But you knew what bargain you were making."
The air cavalry break off and tend to their wounded.
Sam Spade: "Alright, Chicklet, let's get dangerous."
Max Thorn pulls his pistols out. "All right, Amaterasu, let's dance."
[OOC] WC GM: Esme's still got Gervais out?
[OOC] Esme: Ye
[OOC] WC GM: K, then. Round 1! Amaterasu then Sam!
[OOC] Sam Spade: Not gonna worry too much about overtyping Aerdan here, cuz no direct effect.
[OOC] Max Thorn: sun is in my face so can't see for shit; uhh.
Sam Spade: "Okay, Chicklet! Iggy's face, your fist! Make it happen, but stay focused! You too, Gervais, Lulim!" [Focused Orders to Gervais, Chicklet, and Lulim, and Tagging Ignacia.]
Amaterasu uses [Foul Play]
Max Thorn rolled up Error: Expected end of input on line 11: ^
Max Thorn rolled up 1d20: 9 (9) (ac2)
[OOC] WC GM: Hits!
Max Thorn rolled up 4d8+10: 24 (4 5 3 2) (plus iggy's attack)
Ignacia seems battered already - but Amaterasu's blow seems to just bounce off. The air near Ignacia ripples, like a skin-tight aura or three.
[OOC] WC GM: Gervais!
Max Thorn: "Great, a barrier."
Gervais squints. He motions to Iggy, and turns to Esme. "Ni? Do."
Esme: "Yeaaah, we'll have to do something about that. Get ready while we figure something out."
Gervais shrugs and flexes, to [Hone Claws]!
[OOC] WC GM: Max!
Max Thorn eyes Iggy, then assumes a ready stance; [Overwatch]
Ignacia ROARS, then unleashes a massive Fire Blast…
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 12 (12)
WC GM rolled up 3d10+110: 121 (3 5 3)
The ground underneath Amaterasu is incinerated, charred black leaving only four unmarred pawprints!
Amaterasu is, of course, unharmed.
[OOC] WC GM: Lulim and Chicklet!
Chicklet: "OH NO YOU DIDN'T!"
Sam Spade kicks off the ground and bolts right into Ignacia, dripping flames! [Flame Charge!]
[OOC] WC GM: *Chicklet
Chicklet rolled up 1d20+3 2d6+10+23: 13 (10) 41 (3 5) (AC 2, Chicklet's speed +1 CS)
Lulim howls, rearing up and sending a massive crystal blade wheeling off toward Ignacia! [Stone Edge]
Lulim rolled up 1d20+1: 4 (3) (AC 5, crits on nat 14+)
[OOC] Linnea: :eyeroll:
Lulim's attack heads in Ignacia's direction, at least, but veers off to the right. Chicklet's lands more solidly, but bounces off that same aura.
[OOC] WC GM: Linnea then Esme!
Linnea trills out a soothing little note to Lulim, applying an [X Accuracy].
Esme: "Hmmm."
Chicklet: "It's not working! Esme, what should we do?"
Esme: "Well…"
Esme stretches a bit. "Those Auras there are a problem. Normally the Legends could help turn those off, but she's got one that stops them from using theirs, so that's a no go."
Linnea: "Hm…"
Esme: "But luckily, we're not Legends! We just work for some."
Esme has no idea what she's doing! All the same, she rushes ahead, trying for an Aura-shattering punch!
[OOC] WC GM: Roll it!
Esme rolled up 1d20: 19 (19)
A solid hit! Cracks of light slowly spread across Ignacia…
Linnea: "Oh, shit."
Ignacia: "WHAT? But…Ho-oh's aura…there's only one that could…"
The aura SHATTERS, flaking off in quickly-burning-up motes. Two more auras remain.
Sam Spade: "Um. Does that mean what I think it means?"
Esme: "Lugia sends her regards!"
Max Thorn: "I don't know, lady, I just flex here."
[OOC] WC GM: Round 2! Amaterasu!
Amaterasu send forth a gout of flame! [Flamethrower]
Max Thorn rolled up 1d20 3d10+46: 14 (14) 62 (4 4 8) (AC 2, Burn on 19+; Poisons if Burns)
This time the hit gets through, clearly damaging her. Any normal person would be unconscious by now…
[OOC] WC GM: Sam then Gervais!
Sam Spade: "Okay, phew! Alright, Gervais, Chicklet, and I guess Esme! Stay focused, aim your shots! I believe in you!" [Focused Orders to those three, + Tip The Scales]
[OOC] Sam Spade: So +1 CS to Attack, Special Attack, or Speed, and +1 CS to Defense or Special Defense
[OOC] Sam Spade: Attack and SDef for Chicklet
[OOC] WC GM: Gervais!
Gervais follows after his Trainer, following up with his own [Poison Jab] straight!
Esme rolled up 1d20+2: 22 (20) (AC 2)
[OOC] WC GM: CRIT!
[OOC] Max Thorn: sweet
Esme rolled up 6d12+90: 125 (12 1 6 3 10 3) (Poison, Physical)
Another aura cracks, shatters, and boils away. At a guess, if the previous one was Rivalry, this one might have been War…
Gervais cackles, overjoyed with finally adjusting to his size and hitting things! "Ni ni ni do!"
[OOC] WC GM: Max!
Max Thorn fires a [Crippling Shot] at Iggy's feet. "Dance, girl!"
Max Thorn rolled up 1d20 1d6+35 6d6: 2 (2) 41 (6) 18 (3 1 6 2 4 2) (AC 5, Slows target for one full round, -1 Spd CS, initiates Trip manoeuvre hence the Perception check)
[OOC] Max Thorn: not that it matters since it missed.
Ignacia is still floating. Max shoots the ground - which has no feet or legs, and thus proves very hard to trip.
Ignacia concentrates, building up heat, then sends a firey wave at the entire party!
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 20 (20)
[OOC] Max Thorn: eek
WC GM rolled up 8d10+120: 171 (7 8 9 1 10 1 9 6)
Everyone - trainer and pokemon - is hit for (171-SpDef) Fire damage!
Chicklet laughs.
Amaterasu shakes it off like it's water. Max is less fortunate.
Sam Spade screams.
Max Thorn drops to his knees, not quite stifling an agonized cry. ((6/163 HP))
[OOC] Sam Spade: 26/181 HP
Gervais is knocked clean out.
Esme less so. She holds up a cleanse tag, which quickly burns away, but at the very least keeps her standing. (44/168)
[OOC] Linnea: 36/198, Lulim KO
Linnea: "…Bitch…"
[OOC] WC GM: Chicklet, then Linnea, then Esme.
Chicklet glances back at Sam, and her face goes pale red. Then dark red. "YOU HURT SAM!"
Sam Spade rushes in and kicks low, fire bursting from her foot! [Blaze Kick!]
Chicklet rolled up 1d20+4 3d10+10+27+5: 7 (3) 69 (10 9 8) (Crit on 18, Burn on 19.)
[OOC] Sam Spade: AC 4, so quite possibly miss on 7.
A little too low. Ignacia curls up her legs just in time for Chicklet to go under.
Chicklet gnashes her teeth.
[OOC] WC GM: Linnea!
Linnea grits her teeth, snapping her fingers at Ignacia, sending a vicious spark of energy out toward her - [Fey Spark]
Linnea rolled up 1d20: 16 (16) (AC 3 for -2 Sp.Atk CS)
The spark seems to drain off some of Ignacia's firepower…
[OOC] WC GM: Esme!
Linnea also sent out Miator as the switch action because she forgot. Derp.
Esme rubs her chin, her [Life Force] as wisps of silver across her wounds (80/168). "Un de plus!" She swings for another aura-shattering Haymaker!
Esme rolled up 1d20+1 : 10 (9)
This punch hits - but the auras do not seem to line up. Though Esme is at least very certain what this last aura is…
Esme: "…huh."
Esme: "It's gonna eat you."
Linnea: "What?!"
Sam Spade sighs.
Max Thorn: "Could use the master ball."
Sam Spade: "Honestly, Esme. I think we all knew that going in. Including Ignacia. The only question left is why she thought it wouldn't."
Esme: "I mean, it's literally waiting for us to finish."
Max Thorn: "She's just that sure of her authority, I guess."

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