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[attr="class","Vgentempheader"]002 . sleight of hand

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vice infects them all. wild laughter carries tonight's mood in a place were winners are born. the same winner that can find their dynasty topple over at the slightest of hands. the risk makes it thrilling. the women makes them hungry. a cocktail of wealth, sex, and danger threatens to drown them all. there's no safety from their addictions - it's their hell. only one person is aware. he is their devil.[break][break]

kogane's casino is a front. the loud beeping of the slots can't hide the cries of exploited pokemon being traffic behind closed doors. they all hear it; they don't care. everyone accepts that. it's part of the business, the very one that funds their sick pleasures. none dare to speak out against the one who feeds them. only the foolish dare to change the status quo.[break][break]

satan sits at the center of it all. his four horsemen surround him, armed with their cards, ready to fall so that the king may rule. "match." chips shuffle back and forth. they already know who wins. it's the same as always. victor can barely hold back his smile. a smug cigar sits firmly between his lips, cusps of smoke leaking between chuckles.[break][break]

tonight, there is a difference. an outsider dares to intrude, to preserve through the filth. months of paper work and interrogating street trash has led to this one opportunity. "whatever you do, don't blow it." the voice in her ear pierce lacks confidence. it's fine, she's used to it. after all, tonight will be the night she shows them all. [break][break]

approach with caution. there's one spot left at the poker table. it has her name written all over it. but something's not right. they play here every night -- there's never an empty spot. [break][break]

the final trial awaits.

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@emma

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[attr="class","Vgentempheader"]000 . identity crisis

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the final trial awaits.

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a long and arduous journey has brought them to the final destination; patient zero awaits. a road paved with blood and betrayal ends with the start of it all. it lies in front of them, and yet it doesn't. a once pure porcelain is tarnished by the growing signs of the virus. its halo is now lifeless, drained of color, dull and gray.

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the inner chamber reeks of a stale air. time has taken its toll. it etches itself into the walls. one can only wonder how long ago creation was. but there is no time to ponder. before them lies the future. for now, the beast remains still, stuck in the present.

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blood shot eyes glimmer as they enter, judging all that enter the sinjoh ruins.

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@ava @emma @shiv @ana

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[attr="class","Vgentempheader"]001. advance of the conqueror

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vice infects them all. wild laughter carries tonight's mood in a place were winners are born. the same winner that can find their dynasty topple over at the slightest of hands. the risk makes it thrilling. the women makes them hungry. a cocktail of wealth, sex, and danger threatens to drown them all. there's no safety from their addictions - it's their hell. only one person is aware. he is their devil.[break][break]

kogane's casino is a front. the loud beeping of the slots can't hide the cries of exploited pokemon being traffic behind closed doors. they all hear it; they don't care. everyone accepts that. it's part of the business, the very one that funds their sick pleasures. none dare to speak out against the one who feeds them. only the foolish dare to change the status quo.[break][break]

satan sits at the center of it all. his four horsemen surround him, armed with their cards, ready to fall so that the king may rule. "match." chips shuffle back and forth. they already know who wins. it's the same as always. victor can barely hold back his smile. a smug cigar sits firmly between his lips, cusps of smoke leaking between chuckles.[break][break]

tonight, there is a difference. an outsider dares to intrude, to preserve through the filth. months of paper work and interrogating street trash has led to this one opportunity. "whatever you do, don't blow it." the voice in her ear pierce lacks confidence. it's fine, she's used to it. after all, tonight will be the night she shows them all. [break][break]

approach with caution. there's one spot left at the poker table. it has her name written all over it. but something's not right. they play here every night -- there's never an empty spot. [break][break]

the final trial awaits.

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@emma

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300 for @phix

Logan gave a huge yawn. Ugh. Why did he have to do this? He was coming along with a bunch of other rocket members to handle some weird job. Something having to do with a ruin? Logan didn't really know. And honestly, he didn't really care. He just had to go get something from these old caves right? If that's what he had to do, then it was already easy work.

Logan walked into the cave with his Metang. For some unknown reason, he was only asked to carry two pokemon with him. Since Eminem, his Torchic, was too weak to do anything yet, Logan would rely on his other two pokemon. His Metang- Ludacris- his Gabite- 50 Cent- and his Kangaskhan- Beyonce- and her baby- Ivy.

With him and his pokemon ready, he walked inside the cave.

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fernando silph CHIEF OPERATING OFFICER SILPH COMPANY (XXX)-980-2754

Dear @dahlia,             Congrautlation                 @dahlia

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[SPIRAL]

.FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

SURVIVE.

fury erupts from a set of lungs too small to stomach the change in elevation. each breath comes out labored but he doesn't have a choice. it's to survive, to persist, to make it beyond this shit hole. fernando has no intention of perishing but his body cannot keep up. fatigue starts to wear away at him. it's a miracle he's able to come so far, a show of grit that supersedes the limits of flesh. but even that has its limits

another guttural scream. this time it breaks out into a series of sobs, each one
another guttural scream pierces the sounds of nature.

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looming spires bleed into an unseen distance. a need to escape is eventually realized. all it costs them is the rest of their stamina. like ants, the scatter, scampering away from the constant threat of being squashed.

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I. DESERT RUINS

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WELCOME TO THE RAID!

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EMERGENCY! SOS![break][break]

five days ago, a mysterious entrance emerged near mauville city that immediately captured the attentions of trainers and explorers all over the region. as they rush to the scene of the incident, they all venture into the cave to see what lies beneath.[break][break]

one day ago, a distress signal emerged from the same location. no other messages came, and no form of communication could be set up. left stranded, the league immediately dispatched their officers and rangers to the scene of the incident, hoping to investigate and potentially save the missing explorers.[break][break]

league, your mission is to enter the ruins, investigate, locate and potentially save the missing explorers.[break][break]

rocket, there has been an anonymous tip that something else is hidden deep within the ruins. why else would that many people rush in at the same time? your mission, straight from the boss, is to find your way in and bring back what's truly hidden in the ruins. you will be greatly rewarded, should you succeed.[break][break]

RULES![break][break]

• this raid is death-enabled!
• this raid will last around one week.
• there will only be one main thread (this one). which means you have to include a notes section of what your character does, where they are, and anything else you can think of. remember to tag who you're interacting with!
• there is a strict twenty-four hour post rule! it's a fast-paced raid so you have to post or risk getting ejected.
• staff will post once every twenty-four hours.
• there is no particular post order but please be mindful not to flood the thread!
• you can bring up to three pokemon in with you but be careful! they are susceptible to dying.

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power is taken, never given. fernando is not one to be denied. he refuses to take no for an answer. today is no different than the rest. his travel brings him to pacifidlog. the barely functional city rests afloat on decayed logs, long past their peak. why they stay in such an uncivilized setting remains a mystery but he can already hear @perse riddle on. it's culture, she says, scolding his lack of appreciation for hoenn's history. it's out dated, he'll retaliate mentally but never voice. the sound of his vehicle shredding through the water becomes a vicious asmr. his thoughts are lost in themselves until some of the stray splash back splatters on his face. he's been doing a lot of that lately, letting his mind wander. the compact nature of his new schedule is to blame but he'll never admit it. living on only hours of sleep is a skill he takes pride in. saffronians don't sleep - and there is none more proud of his heritage then fernando himself. it's the last real trace he has to kanto, even if it fell by his own unbloodied hands. @wild

[fernando silph]

the sight of a baltoy out here, all the way in the ocean, simply levitating in place, is one that fernando ignores. it doesn't catch his interest. not in that form. instead, he looks for his true destination - sky pillar. something about the unrivaled spiral, the dauntless structure, calls to him. it's peerless. those miles away can spot its shaft as it dares to reach into the sky, as if to call to something that lurks beyond the endless expanse of the clear blue sky. fernando knows there's something more and is bound to discover it. what he needs is to weaponize the relics of the past. regirock had been the first, a chance encounter that they had failed to utilize. this time things would be different. @wild

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III.III MOSSDEEP DOWNTOWN

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MOSSDEEP MAYHEM: HARDCORE

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MOD RAID POST!

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everyone flees. everyone scrambles for PROTECT or whatever other variant they have. for the most part, it saves them but not completely.

marcel maeda finds safety behind his dragonair but that doesn't last for long. the PROTECT comes up and shatters as a DRAGON PULSE tears across it. the integrity of the shield lasts long enough to render the damage minimal but they're forced back by the blasts impact. landing in a sort of prone position, he brings out his spiritomb which promptly melts into the ground. its ethereal composition allows it to remain unharmed. when it materializes from the SHADOW SNEAK it places a CURSE upon the mysterious pokemon. at the cost of the pokemon's own well being, the CURSE starts to prick at the pokemon's condition. unfortunately, it's barely a tickle when weighted against the pokemon's overall durability. [break][break][break]

perse descends from above and the LIGHT SCREEN her drampa places helps buffer against the various streams of pulses that streak toward her. it buckles under the energy's touch and shatters instantly after, just like with marcel maeda's PROTECT. the adrenaline of her drampa's BERSERK allows it to BULK UP enough to withstand being grazed by the blasts, twisting and turning as it crashes into the ground. she's not thrown off but lands in a rather rough manner, along with her voltorb. [break][break][break]

freya morningstar fares no better. the acute sense of her dragons PROTECT her from harm but only her. the salamance's PROTECT last as long as everyone else's— it doesn't. the barrier shatters and a DARK PULSE burns across the pokemon's backside. the intense energy rips into one of the pokemon's wings and while it doesn't cut through it entirely, the depth of the wound will render the pokemon unable to use that wing. flight becomes impossible. it starts to plummet. [break][break][break]

one of the dragonairs is safe, caught under the PROTECT prior to it breaking as the beam passes through. by the time the shield breaks, the beam had coursed passed, nailing the other dragonair with a direct hit. the attack is more then a graze but the pokemon is still alive. hurt, broken, and in pain, but alive nonetheless. it also plummets. only the unharmed dragonair can maintain flight but naturally it descends, trying its best to buffer the salamence and stop them from falling to their deaths. [break][break][break]

below, the two loner pokemon are left to fend for themselves. freya morningstar's krookodile finds shelter among the rubble, left untouched by the passing energy beams. Bailey Cooper's dunsparce is not so lucky. the pokemon does everything right— the DRILL RUN clears its path and it spills outside in its ROLLOUT. unfortunately, a large chunk of concrete lands on top of it, pinning it in place as it unravels from its ball form. a ragged edge of the debris penetrates the pokemon's flesh but it's still alive, trapped and hopeless as it starts to bleed out. [break][break][break]

while everyone else has to deal with the plight of being vaporized or blown away, three special individuals have a more pressing matter to attend to. the mysterious pokemon finally catches up to them, uncurling as it reverts to its previous form. try as it may, Bailey Cooper's zebstrika is no match for the pokemon's raw speed. by the time it steadies itself on both legs, the trio are lurched around to face it. @arien and Lucas Lane can barely hang on as the zebstrika bounds forward with MAGNET RISE. the equine starts to ascend, repeatedly bouncing in mid-air as it gains an increasing amount of altitude. [break][break][break]

but that comes to an end when the pokemon BELCHES. a foul order bombards them with the force of a hurricane. up close, the expulsion literally tears all four of them apart, sending the three humans flying away from the heavier, magnetized pokemon. they all become dust in the wind, literally blown away. [break][break][break]


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what goes up must come down. the mysterious pokemon inhales, pulling them back in with an even greater compulsion as they're subjected to the vacuum of the pokemon's SWALLOW. the rush of wind is deafening. not even sound can escape the void. the sudden change in direction inflicts a terrible sense of vertigo and all three of them feel the onset of nausea and a panic induced headache. what little they can make out is the zebstrika being the first victim, snapped up by one of the pokemon's pinsir like appendages, crushed into a splat of blood, flesh, and bones, before being tossed in. with their current speed, they'll meet their end inside before the pokemon has a chance to mince them up in the same fashion. [break][break][break]

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• the EARTHQUAKE almost knocks @triss down but she steadies herself. @zerker helps her up and she asks him to get her closer to the beast. he obliges and the trio get on top of his steelix before it charges toward the unknown pokemon. @triss recalls her alakazam and malamar.
• arian coin's gardevoir lets itself out just in time to use PSYCHIC to pull lucas lane close. before the unknown pokemon plows through the store with HEAVY SLAM they TELEPORT out. arian coin, his gardevoir, lucas lane, and the legendary pokemon end up about half a block away. the legendary pokemon let's them know that it's almost done.
• @lane 's beheeyem materializes right behind the unknown pokemon. it tried to use POWER SPLIT before TELEPORTING out but didn't have enough time.
• @marcel follows the sound of destruction to find the unknown pokemon. he has his dragonair use THUNDER WAVE from within the cover of MIST.
• @perse releases her voltorb. still on her drampa, they flying closer. she looks for an opening: the giant mouth and the two snapping appendages.
• the pokemon starts to charge forward and steps on @lane 's beheeyem. the THUNDER WAVE from @marcel 's dragonair PARALYZES it right as it steps onto the beheeyem. splat!
• freya morningstar releases her krookodile. still on her salamence, they fly in closer, staying lower toward the ground level. her dragonair uses SAFEGUARD and LIGHT SCREEN. her krookodile uses STONE EDGE and ROCK SLIDE to collapse nearby buildings onto the unknown pokemon and hinder its path. @freya takes the chance to fire a pair of FLASH arrows at its eyes.
• @bailey recalls her hitmonchan as @perse 's zebstrika leaves it in the dust. she can see arian and lane in the distance and approaches. she suggest the get onto her zebstrika to leave while everyone else comes in close.
• @bailey brings out her dunsparce. it scampers into a building and pelts the unknown pokemon with ANCIENT POWER before running for a different one.
• the combined efforts cause the pokemon to pause. it uses GYRO BALL and chucks out slabs of concrete and bricks in all directions. it charges toward @arian , @lane , and @bailey , while using DRAGON PULSE and DARK PULSE. the energy beam shift in all directions at an incredible speed. everyone except those being chased end up in the laser's path. @bailey 's dunsparce is protected by the building it's hiding in. except he building starts to collaspe.

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footage from mossdeep plays on repeat. the spectacle of @bailey escapin death by a hair's breath lays down the foundation of the unfolding tragedy. the camera feeds dies in a fit of static, panning to another view which displays several blocks of ruination, the city streets evaporated by the pokemon's terrifying HYPER BEAM. the damage laid bare onto the streets of mossdeep transcend what is possible; it reeks of a terror that rivals the monster of the desert ruin. but there is a stark difference between regirock and these mysterious pokemon—regirock was alone.

hoenn faces a threat unheard of. no amount of historical references reveal any basis as to what these things are. even silph co.'s state of the art simulations are unable to assess any way to defend against such terrors. not when evidence points to the intensity of the attack, using the rubble as a reference point to calculate a rough estimate of the magnitude of the attack.

fernando yells in a frantic command for the league to mobilize. the second battalion is ready for deployment, even moreso when knowing @perse is stranded somewhere downtown. however, a secondary set of alarms go off as news that team rocket has started to mobilize in the west.

tch.

how troublesome.

reason and foresight drive him to divert his attention. no one can fault him for the appearance of an otherworldly invader. much less so when they exhibit a power that rivals the hyperbolic myths of legends. that means handling team rocket is the most suitable course of action. with slateport unoccupable

cause him to change his course of action. no one can fault him for the appearance of an otherworldly invader. much less so when they exhibit a power that rivals the hyperbolic myths of legends.which means handling team rocket is the most suitable


reason and foresight cause him to change his course of action. no one can fault him for the appearance of the ultra beast; an impossible ene


he's ready to ship out and bring the second battalion over to mossdeep, even moreso when he knows

fernando yells in a frantic command for league headquarters
fernando is frantic in

hoenn faces a threat unheard of. no amount of cross referencing


footage from mossdeep plays on repeat. the spectacle of @bailey escaping death by a hair's breath lays down the foundation of the tragedy. the camera signal dies in a fit of static, panning to another view which displays the sight of the several blocks being evaporated completely. this type of damage transcends the capabilities of what's possible. this is something else, a terror that rivals the regirock from the desert ruins.

the worst part was that this thing was not alone. and just like that, hoenn faces an unimaginal thread unthought of.
the worst part was that this thing was not alone. and just like that, hoenn faces a threat unheard of.


the camera signal dies and the static pans to another view,



footage from mossdeep plays on repeat. the sight of guzzlord's HYPER BEAM evaporating several blocks of

@songbird
@dominic
@desmond
@leia

boris


"to be the one who killed silas blackwell. it's so tempting, isn't it? you're so close. all you need to do is to reach out and seize it."

he stops not too far away.

"what will it be, kyle lopez?"

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fernando studies the zoroark with a fixed curiosity. it reminds him of @perse and he wonders how the zorua would've fared under him if he never gave it to her for her birthday. he's vaguely familiar with the pokemon's ability to create ILLUSIONS but can't imagine to what lengths it would go. everything seems normal to him until it morphs into something else.

at first it turns into his mother and then his father, neither of which draw much of a reaction. fernando knows they're both long dead and the illusion will have to be more immersive than that to tug at his fears. the pokemon keeps probing and eventually it stumbles upon elysia. that's the only form he spares a second glance at, realizing the uncanny accuracy of his deceased lover and smiling back at her. "teacher," he responds, unaware of how much thomas can observe and unwilling to reveal more than he needs to.

elysia smiles back at him and reciprocates his answer with an uncharacteristic wave. "hello, fernando." her smile cannot match the phantasm of the original and for that fernando is both grateful and disappointed, frowning as her figure melts into the ground. not too bad so far, right?

the arena shifts and soon enough they're not in verdanturf anymore. fernando watches the scenery change until he recognizes the rocky foundations that surround him. he's in a cave, obviously, but which one is a question answered by the sound of electronic clicking. he's back in the desert ruins and the door to regirock's chambers opens. inside is an exact replica of his past experience, with multiple explorers having their bodies smashed into dried out pulps.

is he supposed to battle it? sure, he'll admit that the spontaneous nature of the encounter had been frightening but something so insignificant wouldn't compromise being his demon, would it? fernando refuses to reach for one of his pokeballs, certain that dying here would have no effect on him in reality. which, by all means, is a safe assumption. it's what happens next that leaves him baffled.

@perse running into the chamber alone catches him off guard. that's not what happened last time, so is it some part of the illusions that he's supposed to conquer. before he can react, perse turns toward the rest of the raid group and extends her hands outward, as if blocking them from entering. "stop! regirock's done nothing wrong." as she says that, it comes to live behind her, each sets of dots lighting up as the golem returns to its former glory. without a beat, it steps forward, launching a HYPER BEAM that instantly evaporates several members such as @malcolm, @zeke, and @thalia. fernando's about to protest the absurdity of it all but perse intervenes. "literally nothing wrong! regirock is a piece of history that we must keep—" the head scientist is splattered like the rest of the explorers as the regirock crushes her underneath its mighty stone legs.

fernando's eyes narrow and he glares at the beast. what a stupid thought. there is no way that was persephone and even if that was, fernando would be the first to advocate for her demise. that is not the woman he knows and trust. more importantly, that is not the woman he loves. so, when the regirock approaches, persephone's remains still coating the bottom of his stubby legs, fernando doesn't flinch. it starts to beep again and fernando is blinded by the HYPER BEAM, engulfed in a blinding light.

when he opens his eyes, he's back in silph co. not hoenn's silph co. but the main building in saffron, from before the invasion. from what he remembers of his childhood, he's in one of the main testing facilities. his father is giving him a tour, walking with a much younger, more naive fernando. at least until they come to the training room and his father lifts him up to peer into the room's windows.

"and that is where we train pokemon to the best of their abilities," he explains.

what fernando sees astonishes him but reminds him that this is nothing more than an illusion. his shock is fleeting and rescinded, more triggered from a jump scare than what truly lies inside. beyond the window is @silas and @dorian, each training alongside their pokemon with the same regiment that fernando uses for his own. the resemblance is uncanny until silas takes out a glock, aiming at several targets and shooting them with an inhuman accuracy. they're training for something, fernando's not quite sure what, but they're obviously training for something specific, for a certain moment. both of them turn to face him and laugh, acknowledging his presence but mocking him all the same.

the scene turns to the slateport invasion and fernando spectates from @dahlia's office. rocket flood into league head quarters and he watches with an apathetic frown as the force beat them back. at least until @dahlia joins the fray. what should've been their prime leaders turns into an event that fernando cannot comprehend. "everyone, put your pokemon away. we can solve this with words and compassion." fernando's eyes narrow and he doesn't understand how this divergence will teach him anything. "we're not here to be mean. i'm sure the rockets have a good explanation for what they're doing and we need to respect their choice to do so."

fernando's eyes go wide when several members return their pokeball until league head quarters is filled only with defenseless league members and rocket pokemon. "how about that? see, we can solve this with peace—" rocket comes down with the might of a hammer and their pokemon show no mercy to any of them. only dahlia is left untouched and fernando glares at her with an annoyance that bleeds into reality. he can only watch an arbok bite off a man's head so many times before he grows bored. he doesn't try to stop @marie as she approaches dahlia in her disguise and disappears behind a TELEPORT.

the illusion is done and fernando is back where he started, safe within the confines of thomas' gym. the nature of his hallucination leave him uneasy if only because he doesn't comprehend them. was that supposed to be a sign? to tell him something?

"congratulations, councilman. you've fought off your demons and have earned the right to the demon badge."

fernando starts to leave the arena and return to thomas when multiple people approach from the forest.

"well, well, well. if it isn't councilman silph and the new gym leader thomas benoit."

it doesn't take much to guess who it is but fernando reaches for a pokeball. "battle routine—"

"no, councilman. this is my gym. i got this. this is my territory and i'll show these rocket grunts why they should've stayed disbanded."

fernando ignores thomas only because they're surrounded by at least a dozen grunts. at six pokemon each, they'll need all the help that they can get. fernando releases his glalie and immediately has it use PROTECT against the numerous attack that come his way. his eyes turn to thomas and he barely catches a glimpse of him entering hand to hand contact with one of the grunts. with an expertise fit for an elite interpol agent, thomas grabs the grunt by the hand and flips the rocket member onto his back. he's about to disarm the knife from his hand when they both hear a familiar voice rings from thomas' back pocket.

"agent benoit, this is commissioner goode. you are not to harm a hair on any of those rocket members. remember, we fix problem with our feelings and our love for one another. with friendship, anything is possible, teehee!~"

fernando's eyes go wide at the realization that he's still in an illusion and he calls out for thomas to ignore the order. "as acting councilman, i veto her command. thomas, you are to defend yourself as you see fit."

but it's already too late. fernando watches in horror as thomas not only helps the rocket grunt get up but stabs himself with the rocket's knife, guiding the grunt's hand into delving the knife deeper into his chest. "orders are order, councilman silph."

[SPIRAL]