Sylvain, use retaliate lmao

@ifsobblewereafairytype

A trainer from Unova, currently living in Galar! Call me Angie, she/her :3

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Hi sillies!!!!! 'Tis I, Angeline! You can call me Angie or something, I dunno, whatever makes you happy ;w;

I'm in Galar right now!!! I brought my partner Sylvain from Unova (I know, basic name for a Sylveon, but I love him anyway). I grew up in Unova but I was really sheltered growing up so honestly I know more about Galar than Unova augahhughdhhdn. I'm just glad there's local Liepard here

You can, like, ask me stuff, I guess. I just wanna connect with other trainers, maybe get some tips and tricks 👉👈

#My beloved Sylvain!!!!#pokemon #pokemon trainer #pokemon roleplay #pokemon roleplay account #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokemonirl

Sorry I haven't been active. I probably will continue to be inactive. My mom crunched her spine and her nerve system below her lower back is fucked. Sorry

ifsobblewereafairytype

augh. i hate school. they're making me do all the homework i missed while i was stranded in the backrooms. next they're gonna tell me my impersonator was showing their shoulders and send me to detention

water-pokemon-appreciator

Your impersonator actually went to school for you?

Also, screw that school, meanies

ifsobblewereafairytype

No my impersonator just skipped every class. like an idiot. can't even get imposters to do my homework for me smh

#high stakes pokeblogging #high stakes pokereality #impersonator arc

One spoonful

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ifsobblewereafairytype

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

augh. i hate school. they're making me do all the homework i missed while i was stranded in the backrooms. next they're gonna tell me my impersonator was showing their shoulders and send me to detention

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #irl pkmn #impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #high stakes pokeblogging #the backrooms

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[REBLOG THIS IF YOU WANT YOUR FOLLOWERS TO TELL YOU WHAT POKÉMON YOU'RE LIKE. IN CHARACTER OR OUT. THEY HAVE TO SPECIFY.

Also, if you reblogged this, send an ask to the person you got this from. I'm working on doing that myself, and reminders really help. -mod]

I dreamt that I caught a massive sharpedo. Like the size of a trailer. And for some reason it was ice/electric

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #irl pkmn

[it's a sobble... wait that's not just any sobble... it's puddle!]

I didn't have time to meet up with you, but I abused the power of magic anons to send her back!

-@water-pokemon-appreciator

Oh! Thank you so much! I'm so glad to see her again. I'll send you some cheesecake as thanks! Expect it at your door soon. :D

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #irl pkmn

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Reblog if you're a pkmn irl blog, and allow interactions with sapient Pokemon!

IS THE AMONGUS GONE

Oh my arceus were you guys calling it the amongus? Yes it's gone, just me and Sylvain now... having a grand old time... had to move back in with my parents in Unova because my house got destroyed. I still need to get Puddle back from Sidon. I hope she's doing okay.

What happened with Sidon anyway? I... think I texted him to come find me, right before this shitshow started, pardon my Kalosian. Was... is he okay?

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #high stakes pokeblogging #irl pkmn

why does everyone on here have an absurd amount of trauma and refuse to go to fucking therapy? what your issues..? with therapy i mean. your other issues are relatively obvious

agreed, you all worry me so much

ifsobblewereafairytype

i actually go to therapy fairly regularly. if that means anything.

ooc//

congrats to my school for being the first i've ever heard of to teach you how to regulate your emotions, communicate, ask for help, and make big decisions while also supporting the lgbtqia+ community. honestly i fuckin love it here even if i hate crowds

#ooc #ooc post #schools being good for once #good school #we like my school. it can stay. for now.

[Picture of the Glimmerwood Tangle forest edge, a La Reine trim Furfrou sniffing at a plant.]

@ifsobblewereafairytype tracking down Silly Putty for you.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The trees whisper and rustle, and the wind parts the brush, welcoming Emyr onto a sort of path. The distant cry of a Sylveon echoes, its voice carried by the leaves that gossip.]

Typhoon, the Furfrou, perks his ears at the sound. While silent, the lines of his body indicate that he is hunting.

He starts off into the woods, Emyr following not far behind. Emyr doesn't appear to have any other pokemon out of their balls, but the air around him chills the forest, wilting the leaves of the trees he passes like the first frost as the two travel towards the sound.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The Sylveon's cries grow more audible as Emyr and Typhoon near the source. Deep into the forest now, very little light filters through the leaves, shrouding everything in darkness aside from the illuminating mushrooms where Pokémon hide.]

Typhoon makes a single sharp noise, almost like a bark, before loping the last distance between himself and his target. Emyr doesn't change pace, ambling down the path in the same direction. He hears the cries of the Sylveon change when Typhoon finds them. It isn't long before Emyr catches up and sees the two pokemon squaring off, the Sylveon's teeth bared towards Typhoon, unsure if the newcomer is friend or foe.

"Heya Silly Putty- wait, your name is Sylvain, I think. Don't worry, We aren't going to hurt you."

He grins, showing teeth filed to sharp points. "You're not who I'm after today."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain calms slightly, then yowls and digs at the dirt, where a sort of pink mist is stirring beneath the surface. There's some sort of barrier, it seems, blocking off an entrance to some kind of tunnel. Sylvain looks back at Emyr, then tries to break through the barrier with his feelers.

He doesn't seem very up for introductions right now.]

"Huh... interesting." Emyr steps back, nodding to Typhoon. The Furfrou approaches where Sylvain is digging, using his larger paws to clear away more of the dirt before glancing at Emyr for more instruction.

"That looks pretty fairy-like, huh?" he muses, before giving a grin. "Typhoon, Iron Tail."

Sylvain jumps away hurriedly as Typhoon's tail starts to glow. After a few moments, the move has fully charged and Typhoon slams his tail down on the entrance. He jumps elegantly out of the way as soon as the move connects with the ground. Dust and debris go everywhere as the barrier cracks with an eerie wail that sends several of the pokemon that had been hiding in the trees searching for a safer place to rest.

Emyr watches as Sylvain hops immediately down into the tunnel, clicking his tongue before nodding at Typhoon to follow. He drops in after them.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The tunnel is made entirely of drywall, and is steep enough that it almost feels like a slide. Suddenly, gravity seems to shift, and everyone is deposited in what looks like a bland office building with a horribly inconvenient layout and bad lighting. There's a window that just has more offices on the other side, and a door that has blood pouring out from under it.

Sylvain scrambles to his feet and begins sprinting down a hall, taking a sharp right turn.

Emyr draws a pokeball out of his jacket and activates it, sending out Nightshade the Aegisol. The Absol-shaped pokemon gives a low, haunting cry.

"Typhoon, Night, go," he orders, sending his newly released pokemon and Typhoon down the hall at speed, Nightshade letting Typhoon lead. Both dog-like pokemon give the puddle of blood pouring from under the nearby door a longing look before following Sylvain's trail.

"You can come back for it!" the exasperated trainer calls after them.

Emyr follows at a more sedate pace.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The further into the complex, the stranger it gets. This whole place has an aura of something deeply wrong, as the architecture gets more confusing and more blood can be found on the walls.

Some of the blood looks (and smells) decades old, while other splatters seem fresher. It smells absolutely rancid no matter where Emyr turns.

Eventually, there's a shrill screeching noise from further down, so high-pitched and anguished that it hurts to listen to.]

Emyr tilts his head slightly at the sound but keeps at the same pace - his own pokemon haven't called out, after all. It's probably the pokemon's trainer- and she's in bad condition by the sounds of it. He pulls another pokeball from his jacket in preparation for what he finds as he comes up on the room his pokemon are waiting outside of.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[There's no sign of any trainer. Instead, as it rounds the corner, he sees the faint outline of something in the mouth of the next hall as the ringing grows ever louder.

Facing off with it are Emyr's pokemon as well as Sylvain, but all three seem to be paralyzed, unable to cry out.]

"Oh, aren't you interesting?" Emyr muses, adrenaline surging. He pulls his sword with a grin as he puts away the pokeball.

"Have you ever been stabbed by a sword made from Giratina bones?" he questions as he recalls Typhoon with the new pokeball he pulled from his jacket. He doesn't recall Nightshade, in fact he walks up to her and starts petting her with his free hand, hoping to jar her out of her fear of this strange being.

"And if you haven't would you like to?" he raises his sword, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. A quick twist of his wrist applies a Paralyze Heal to Nightshade in case she was paralyzed by a move.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Nightshade is cured and immediately starts growling. The thing shrieks and stumbles back as it is slashed, trading out its shrill ringing noise for a rumbling growl.

It lurches forward, limbs snapping and contorting, and attempts to grab Emyr by the face with its massive elongated hands.

A disarming voice knocks it off course, throwing it off balance. It stumbles to the side and splorches against the wall, seeming to melt like putty or chunky ice cream. This causes its face and mouth to further droop and widen, giving it a horrific look.

Sylvain cringes at the sight, but sends another disarming voice its way.]

Emyr laughs as he dodges the seeking hands and fairy type move from Sylvain. Nightshade, shaken from her stupor, lunges forward and hits the thing with a night slash.

While they fight, the temperature rapidly drops, slowing their opponent and causing frost to start crawling over the walls. Emyr swings his blade at where the things "neck" is.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[It slices clean through, the thing's head toppling to the side and disintegrating before it can touch the ground.

The rest of it lies on the floor, its body jiggling and pulsating disturbingly. It tries to lift a hand, but it's fused with its torso, like an inky abomination that can't - that won't - let go.

Sylvain sings something and sprints past, still in a big hurry.]

Emyr pauses to look at the thing as Nightshade follows behind Sylvain again.

"You know, it really would be a shame to leave you here like this," Emyr muses, pulling a Cherish Ball out of his jacket. He tosses it at the downed "pokemon" and watches it be absorbed by the light. The pokeball rattles ominously several times before a soft click indicates a sucessful capture.

"Wonder what I could get from Oli in exchange for you..." he muses as he sets out after Sylvain and Nightshade again. He's still grinning, seemingly energized by the fight with... whatever that was.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain sings from down the way, and Nightshade calls to Emyr.

Once it catches up, it sees a blooded desk. Sylvain pads underneath it, and upon getting closer, a young girl of about sixteen is hidden well beneath the desk, slumped limply against the wall.

Her hair is tangled and matted with blood, a broken phone resting in her bloody hand. The right side of her face is horribly bruised, swelling up around the eye, and there are lacerations all up her right forearm.

The lacerations are scabbed over and seem superficial - the real concern is the massive hole going through her abdomen. It's not going straight through to the other side, but it's a fairly deep wound, and it's still bleeding.

She's unconscious.]

Emyr pulls out Miracleberry's ball and sends her out. The Meowstic makes an inquiring noise as she looks between the injured girl and Emyr. Emyr pets her head before nodding towards the girl. "Not for eating, little berry," he says, tapping her z-crystal collar. "Would you be a love?"

The Meowstic turns towards the injured girl, z-energy gathering around her before using a z-powered Heal Bell on her. As the gathered beings watch, all of Angie's wounds slowly disappear, the hole in her abdomen closing last since it was such a deep wound. From his position crouched near Angie with his pokemon, Emyr watches her stir.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She slowly regains consciousness, still covered in blood. She looks confused - but then she sees Sylvain, and a small smile spreads on her face.

She scoops up Sylvain, holding him curled up against her chest, and he nuzzles into her neck. After a moment, she looks from Sylvain up to the Meowstic, and then up to Emyr. She tries to say something, but all that comes out is a little croak, followed by a weak coughing fit.]

"Hold on, I should have some Fresh Water somewhere..." he reaches into the pouch on his hip and pulls out a bottle of Fresh Water that seems to grow to normal size in its hand. It hands the bottle over to her.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She grabs it in both bloody, shaking hands, and struggles to open it normally before giving up and just biting off the cap. She sips the water once, and then chugs the entire thing in under five seconds.

"Thanks," she breathes, deflating. She rolls out from under the desk and instead sits on top of it, leaning back against the blood-splattered wall. "I didn't.... didn't think I was going to wake up," she confesses."

She coughs and clutches Sylvain close to her chest, who reciprocates.]

"Surprise! then," Emyr says. He stands, pulls out another bottle of Fresh Water and hands it to her.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea how to get out of here and I still need to go talk to the thing that put you here. How do you feel about being very very cold for a few minutes? Because if you're cool with that, Princess is going to give us a lift out."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She looks at Emyr, a little out of it due to the stress of the circumstances. She takes big sips out of this bottle, too, but tries to preserve it.

"Um... I don't... really do well with cold... but, I do even less well with being... here. So, um, s- sure?" She holds out her hand and grabs Emyr's.

"Oh shit you're actually real."]

"Definitely real, and ready to get out of here for now," it agrees, pulling Angie to her feet.

The room drops below freezing as a "shiny" Mega Gengar rises from Emyr's shadow. She does a slow turn, taking in their surroundings, before letting out a chilling laugh.

"We'll come back to play later, Princess," Emyr says, drawing her attention. "For now, can you take us back to where we entered in?"

The Gengar bobs in place to signify a nod. Around Emyr, Angie, and the gathered Pokemon, the room rapidly darkens. For what seems like several minutes, the group is standing in the forest the tunnels run under. Frost coats the clearing, epicenter right under the feet of the group.

"It doesn't take as long as it feels like," Emyr explains, dropping his grip on Angie now that they're out of the area between dimensions. "But it does leave you cold."

It recalls its pokemon as it finishes to speak.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She sneezes several times sequentially, and shakes her head a little.

"Cold..." she mumbles. Sylvain slinks up onto her shoulders and drapes himself around her neck like a scarf. Her head droops and she clings to what's left of her tattered, bloody shirt.

"Can..." she begins, hesitating as her words slur together from exhaustion. "...can we go home? To... my home? I.... I just want to be done with this. And take a shower. Or- or several."

She lets out a shaky exhale.]

"Yeah, I think that thing is around your home too, so that would be my next stop anyway. Can your Sylvain get us out of the forest or do I need to grab us a lift? He can drive from up on your shoulders, if he wants." Emyr pets Princess briefly before gesturing for her to take the lead.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Instead of answering, she looks at Sylvain for an answer. Sylvain just uses a feeler to point at Emyr.

Angie turns back to look at Emyr. "I think we should get a lift. I... Sylvain and I are exhausted, and I'm not sure how well I can walk right now. I... um... I haven't really had anything to eat for... I have no idea how long I was down there for. Y- you get the idea."]

"I've been to Ballonlea before, we can teleport." he says, sending out his Gardevoir hybrid. The strange maid-like pokemon holds a hand out that starts glowing with psychic energy. After a few moments, the teleport goes off.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The light from the teleport clears, and they stand in front of a house - or, the remains of it. The cottage is in shambles, the roof entirely caved in with massive holes in the walls that are charred at the edges. It looks as though three different battle teams had a frat party in her house, and forgot to have a supervisor to make sure they could remember it the next morning.

Angie bursts into tears, pressing her bloody palms into her eyelids and wailing, the stress of everything crashing down on her. Sylvain runs his feelers through her hair and gives little kisses to her cheek, but she is inconsolable. Sylvain looks near tears now, too.

She falls to her knees, sobbing profusely.]

"Okay... listen. Let's get you to the Gym, I'm sure the Gym Leader can make sure nothing kidnaps you again while you figure out what to do about your house."

Emyr just... lifts Angie up and slings her onto his back piggy-back style. He starts walking off, Fuchi floating behind him. Princess seems to have disappeared - possibly back into Emyr's shadow?

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She lets herself be carried, too distraught to protest or function, and entirely shuts down.

Ballonlea's Gym Leader, Opal, is already waiting outside with tea by the time Emyr and Angie gets there.]

"She needs a medical checkup and food, I gave her water and Miracleberry hit her with a Z-Heal Bell. I promise not to cause trouble in town bye now Auntie."

Emyr sets Angie down in front of his... aunt? They're related?

"Hmmph," is all Opal says before her gym trainers swarm out to help carry the rescued girl inside.

Emyr backs away with the intent of tracking down the impersonator.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The gym trainers help Angie inside, and Opal follows soon after with the help of her cane.]

[End]

#impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #long post #high stakes pokeblogging #//impersonator is currently unavailable!!!!! for reasons #thanks so much for the rp!!!! sorry my quality of writing declined at the end jsvtbdnjf

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Hi. My main blog is @ifsobblewereafairytype.

You might recognize my cats from @cats-and-confusion. That's my old blog.

I have anxiety and a low people-battery. You can talk to me but I'd rather you didn't unless absolutely necessary.

I don't care if you repost or reblog. I might dump art here sometimes. Or make a different sideblog for that. I don't know yet.

Cat guide:

#ooc// cat blog.

[Picture of the Glimmerwood Tangle forest edge, a La Reine trim Furfrou sniffing at a plant.]

@ifsobblewereafairytype tracking down Silly Putty for you.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The trees whisper and rustle, and the wind parts the brush, welcoming Emyr onto a sort of path. The distant cry of a Sylveon echoes, its voice carried by the leaves that gossip.]

Typhoon, the Furfrou, perks his ears at the sound. While silent, the lines of his body indicate that he is hunting.

He starts off into the woods, Emyr following not far behind. Emyr doesn't appear to have any other pokemon out of their balls, but the air around him chills the forest, wilting the leaves of the trees he passes like the first frost as the two travel towards the sound.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The Sylveon's cries grow more audible as Emyr and Typhoon near the source. Deep into the forest now, very little light filters through the leaves, shrouding everything in darkness aside from the illuminating mushrooms where Pokémon hide.]

Typhoon makes a single sharp noise, almost like a bark, before loping the last distance between himself and his target. Emyr doesn't change pace, ambling down the path in the same direction. He hears the cries of the Sylveon change when Typhoon finds them. It isn't long before Emyr catches up and sees the two pokemon squaring off, the Sylveon's teeth bared towards Typhoon, unsure if the newcomer is friend or foe.

"Heya Silly Putty- wait, your name is Sylvain, I think. Don't worry, We aren't going to hurt you."

He grins, showing teeth filed to sharp points. "You're not who I'm after today."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain calms slightly, then yowls and digs at the dirt, where a sort of pink mist is stirring beneath the surface. There's some sort of barrier, it seems, blocking off an entrance to some kind of tunnel. Sylvain looks back at Emyr, then tries to break through the barrier with his feelers.

He doesn't seem very up for introductions right now.]

"Huh... interesting." Emyr steps back, nodding to Typhoon. The Furfrou approaches where Sylvain is digging, using his larger paws to clear away more of the dirt before glancing at Emyr for more instruction.

"That looks pretty fairy-like, huh?" he muses, before giving a grin. "Typhoon, Iron Tail."

Sylvain jumps away hurriedly as Typhoon's tail starts to glow. After a few moments, the move has fully charged and Typhoon slams his tail down on the entrance. He jumps elegantly out of the way as soon as the move connects with the ground. Dust and debris go everywhere as the barrier cracks with an eerie wail that sends several of the pokemon that had been hiding in the trees searching for a safer place to rest.

Emyr watches as Sylvain hops immediately down into the tunnel, clicking his tongue before nodding at Typhoon to follow. He drops in after them.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The tunnel is made entirely of drywall, and is steep enough that it almost feels like a slide. Suddenly, gravity seems to shift, and everyone is deposited in what looks like a bland office building with a horribly inconvenient layout and bad lighting. There's a window that just has more offices on the other side, and a door that has blood pouring out from under it.

Sylvain scrambles to his feet and begins sprinting down a hall, taking a sharp right turn.

Emyr draws a pokeball out of his jacket and activates it, sending out Nightshade the Aegisol. The Absol-shaped pokemon gives a low, haunting cry.

"Typhoon, Night, go," he orders, sending his newly released pokemon and Typhoon down the hall at speed, Nightshade letting Typhoon lead. Both dog-like pokemon give the puddle of blood pouring from under the nearby door a longing look before following Sylvain's trail.

"You can come back for it!" the exasperated trainer calls after them.

Emyr follows at a more sedate pace.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The further into the complex, the stranger it gets. This whole place has an aura of something deeply wrong, as the architecture gets more confusing and more blood can be found on the walls.

Some of the blood looks (and smells) decades old, while other splatters seem fresher. It smells absolutely rancid no matter where Emyr turns.

Eventually, there's a shrill screeching noise from further down, so high-pitched and anguished that it hurts to listen to.]

Emyr tilts his head slightly at the sound but keeps at the same pace - his own pokemon haven't called out, after all. It's probably the pokemon's trainer- and she's in bad condition by the sounds of it. He pulls another pokeball from his jacket in preparation for what he finds as he comes up on the room his pokemon are waiting outside of.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[There's no sign of any trainer. Instead, as it rounds the corner, he sees the faint outline of something in the mouth of the next hall as the ringing grows ever louder.

Facing off with it are Emyr's pokemon as well as Sylvain, but all three seem to be paralyzed, unable to cry out.]

"Oh, aren't you interesting?" Emyr muses, adrenaline surging. He pulls his sword with a grin as he puts away the pokeball.

"Have you ever been stabbed by a sword made from Giratina bones?" he questions as he recalls Typhoon with the new pokeball he pulled from his jacket. He doesn't recall Nightshade, in fact he walks up to her and starts petting her with his free hand, hoping to jar her out of her fear of this strange being.

"And if you haven't would you like to?" he raises his sword, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. A quick twist of his wrist applies a Paralyze Heal to Nightshade in case she was paralyzed by a move.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Nightshade is cured and immediately starts growling. The thing shrieks and stumbles back as it is slashed, trading out its shrill ringing noise for a rumbling growl.

It lurches forward, limbs snapping and contorting, and attempts to grab Emyr by the face with its massive elongated hands.

A disarming voice knocks it off course, throwing it off balance. It stumbles to the side and splorches against the wall, seeming to melt like putty or chunky ice cream. This causes its face and mouth to further droop and widen, giving it a horrific look.

Sylvain cringes at the sight, but sends another disarming voice its way.]

Emyr laughs as he dodges the seeking hands and fairy type move from Sylvain. Nightshade, shaken from her stupor, lunges forward and hits the thing with a night slash.

While they fight, the temperature rapidly drops, slowing their opponent and causing frost to start crawling over the walls. Emyr swings his blade at where the things "neck" is.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[It slices clean through, the thing's head toppling to the side and disintegrating before it can touch the ground.

The rest of it lies on the floor, its body jiggling and pulsating disturbingly. It tries to lift a hand, but it's fused with its torso, like an inky abomination that can't - that won't - let go.

Sylvain sings something and sprints past, still in a big hurry.]

Emyr pauses to look at the thing as Nightshade follows behind Sylvain again.

"You know, it really would be a shame to leave you here like this," Emyr muses, pulling a Cherish Ball out of his jacket. He tosses it at the downed "pokemon" and watches it be absorbed by the light. The pokeball rattles ominously several times before a soft click indicates a sucessful capture.

"Wonder what I could get from Oli in exchange for you..." he muses as he sets out after Sylvain and Nightshade again. He's still grinning, seemingly energized by the fight with... whatever that was.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain sings from down the way, and Nightshade calls to Emyr.

Once it catches up, it sees a blooded desk. Sylvain pads underneath it, and upon getting closer, a young girl of about sixteen is hidden well beneath the desk, slumped limply against the wall.

Her hair is tangled and matted with blood, a broken phone resting in her bloody hand. The right side of her face is horribly bruised, swelling up around the eye, and there are lacerations all up her right forearm.

The lacerations are scabbed over and seem superficial - the real concern is the massive hole going through her abdomen. It's not going straight through to the other side, but it's a fairly deep wound, and it's still bleeding.

She's unconscious.]

Emyr pulls out Miracleberry's ball and sends her out. The Meowstic makes an inquiring noise as she looks between the injured girl and Emyr. Emyr pets her head before nodding towards the girl. "Not for eating, little berry," he says, tapping her z-crystal collar. "Would you be a love?"

The Meowstic turns towards the injured girl, z-energy gathering around her before using a z-powered Heal Bell on her. As the gathered beings watch, all of Angie's wounds slowly disappear, the hole in her abdomen closing last since it was such a deep wound. From his position crouched near Angie with his pokemon, Emyr watches her stir.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She slowly regains consciousness, still covered in blood. She looks confused - but then she sees Sylvain, and a small smile spreads on her face.

She scoops up Sylvain, holding him curled up against her chest, and he nuzzles into her neck. After a moment, she looks from Sylvain up to the Meowstic, and then up to Emyr. She tries to say something, but all that comes out is a little croak, followed by a weak coughing fit.]

"Hold on, I should have some Fresh Water somewhere..." he reaches into the pouch on his hip and pulls out a bottle of Fresh Water that seems to grow to normal size in its hand. It hands the bottle over to her.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She grabs it in both bloody, shaking hands, and struggles to open it normally before giving up and just biting off the cap. She sips the water once, and then chugs the entire thing in under five seconds.

"Thanks," she breathes, deflating. She rolls out from under the desk and instead sits on top of it, leaning back against the blood-splattered wall. "I didn't.... didn't think I was going to wake up," she confesses."

She coughs and clutches Sylvain close to her chest, who reciprocates.]

"Surprise! then," Emyr says. He stands, pulls out another bottle of Fresh Water and hands it to her.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea how to get out of here and I still need to go talk to the thing that put you here. How do you feel about being very very cold for a few minutes? Because if you're cool with that, Princess is going to give us a lift out."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She looks at Emyr, a little out of it due to the stress of the circumstances. She takes big sips out of this bottle, too, but tries to preserve it.

"Um... I don't... really do well with cold... but, I do even less well with being... here. So, um, s- sure?" She holds out her hand and grabs Emyr's.

"Oh shit you're actually real."]

"Definitely real, and ready to get out of here for now," it agrees, pulling Angie to her feet.

The room drops below freezing as a "shiny" Mega Gengar rises from Emyr's shadow. She does a slow turn, taking in their surroundings, before letting out a chilling laugh.

"We'll come back to play later, Princess," Emyr says, drawing her attention. "For now, can you take us back to where we entered in?"

The Gengar bobs in place to signify a nod. Around Emyr, Angie, and the gathered Pokemon, the room rapidly darkens. For what seems like several minutes, the group is standing in the forest the tunnels run under. Frost coats the clearing, epicenter right under the feet of the group.

"It doesn't take as long as it feels like," Emyr explains, dropping his grip on Angie now that they're out of the area between dimensions. "But it does leave you cold."

It recalls its pokemon as it finishes to speak.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She sneezes several times sequentially, and shakes her head a little.

"Cold..." she mumbles. Sylvain slinks up onto her shoulders and drapes himself around her neck like a scarf. Her head droops and she clings to what's left of her tattered, bloody shirt.

"Can..." she begins, hesitating as her words slur together from exhaustion. "...can we go home? To... my home? I.... I just want to be done with this. And take a shower. Or- or several."

She lets out a shaky exhale.]

"Yeah, I think that thing is around your home too, so that would be my next stop anyway. Can your Sylvain get us out of the forest or do I need to grab us a lift? He can drive from up on your shoulders, if he wants." Emyr pets Princess briefly before gesturing for her to take the lead.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Instead of answering, she looks at Sylvain for an answer. Sylvain just uses a feeler to point at Emyr.

Angie turns back to look at Emyr. "I think we should get a lift. I... Sylvain and I are exhausted, and I'm not sure how well I can walk right now. I... um... I haven't really had anything to eat for... I have no idea how long I was down there for. Y- you get the idea."]

"I've been to Ballonlea before, we can teleport." he says, sending out his Gardevoir hybrid. The strange maid-like pokemon holds a hand out that starts glowing with psychic energy. After a few moments, the teleport goes off.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The light from the teleport clears, and they stand in front of a house - or, the remains of it. The cottage is in shambles, the roof entirely caved in with massive holes in the walls that are charred at the edges. It looks as though three different battle teams had a frat party in her house, and forgot to have a supervisor to make sure they could remember it the next morning.

Angie bursts into tears, pressing her bloody palms into her eyelids and wailing, the stress of everything crashing down on her. Sylvain runs his feelers through her hair and gives little kisses to her cheek, but she is inconsolable. Sylvain looks near tears now, too.

She falls to her knees, sobbing profusely.]

"Okay... listen. Let's get you to the Gym, I'm sure the Gym Leader can make sure nothing kidnaps you again while you figure out what to do about your house."

Emyr just... lifts Angie up and slings her onto his back piggy-back style. He starts walking off, Fuchi floating behind him. Princess seems to have disappeared - possibly back into Emyr's shadow?

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She lets herself be carried, too distraught to protest or function, and entirely shuts down.

Ballonlea's Gym Leader, Opal, is already waiting outside with tea by the time Emyr and Angie gets there.]

#impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #long post #high stakes pokeblogging

[Picture of the Glimmerwood Tangle forest edge, a La Reine trim Furfrou sniffing at a plant.]

@ifsobblewereafairytype tracking down Silly Putty for you.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The trees whisper and rustle, and the wind parts the brush, welcoming Emyr onto a sort of path. The distant cry of a Sylveon echoes, its voice carried by the leaves that gossip.]

Typhoon, the Furfrou, perks his ears at the sound. While silent, the lines of his body indicate that he is hunting.

He starts off into the woods, Emyr following not far behind. Emyr doesn't appear to have any other pokemon out of their balls, but the air around him chills the forest, wilting the leaves of the trees he passes like the first frost as the two travel towards the sound.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The Sylveon's cries grow more audible as Emyr and Typhoon near the source. Deep into the forest now, very little light filters through the leaves, shrouding everything in darkness aside from the illuminating mushrooms where Pokémon hide.]

Typhoon makes a single sharp noise, almost like a bark, before loping the last distance between himself and his target. Emyr doesn't change pace, ambling down the path in the same direction. He hears the cries of the Sylveon change when Typhoon finds them. It isn't long before Emyr catches up and sees the two pokemon squaring off, the Sylveon's teeth bared towards Typhoon, unsure if the newcomer is friend or foe.

"Heya Silly Putty- wait, your name is Sylvain, I think. Don't worry, We aren't going to hurt you."

He grins, showing teeth filed to sharp points. "You're not who I'm after today."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain calms slightly, then yowls and digs at the dirt, where a sort of pink mist is stirring beneath the surface. There's some sort of barrier, it seems, blocking off an entrance to some kind of tunnel. Sylvain looks back at Emyr, then tries to break through the barrier with his feelers.

He doesn't seem very up for introductions right now.]

"Huh... interesting." Emyr steps back, nodding to Typhoon. The Furfrou approaches where Sylvain is digging, using his larger paws to clear away more of the dirt before glancing at Emyr for more instruction.

"That looks pretty fairy-like, huh?" he muses, before giving a grin. "Typhoon, Iron Tail."

Sylvain jumps away hurriedly as Typhoon's tail starts to glow. After a few moments, the move has fully charged and Typhoon slams his tail down on the entrance. He jumps elegantly out of the way as soon as the move connects with the ground. Dust and debris go everywhere as the barrier cracks with an eerie wail that sends several of the pokemon that had been hiding in the trees searching for a safer place to rest.

Emyr watches as Sylvain hops immediately down into the tunnel, clicking his tongue before nodding at Typhoon to follow. He drops in after them.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The tunnel is made entirely of drywall, and is steep enough that it almost feels like a slide. Suddenly, gravity seems to shift, and everyone is deposited in what looks like a bland office building with a horribly inconvenient layout and bad lighting. There's a window that just has more offices on the other side, and a door that has blood pouring out from under it.

Sylvain scrambles to his feet and begins sprinting down a hall, taking a sharp right turn.

Emyr draws a pokeball out of his jacket and activates it, sending out Nightshade the Aegisol. The Absol-shaped pokemon gives a low, haunting cry.

"Typhoon, Night, go," he orders, sending his newly released pokemon and Typhoon down the hall at speed, Nightshade letting Typhoon lead. Both dog-like pokemon give the puddle of blood pouring from under the nearby door a longing look before following Sylvain's trail.

"You can come back for it!" the exasperated trainer calls after them.

Emyr follows at a more sedate pace.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The further into the complex, the stranger it gets. This whole place has an aura of something deeply wrong, as the architecture gets more confusing and more blood can be found on the walls.

Some of the blood looks (and smells) decades old, while other splatters seem fresher. It smells absolutely rancid no matter where Emyr turns.

Eventually, there's a shrill screeching noise from further down, so high-pitched and anguished that it hurts to listen to.]

Emyr tilts his head slightly at the sound but keeps at the same pace - his own pokemon haven't called out, after all. It's probably the pokemon's trainer- and she's in bad condition by the sounds of it. He pulls another pokeball from his jacket in preparation for what he finds as he comes up on the room his pokemon are waiting outside of.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[There's no sign of any trainer. Instead, as it rounds the corner, he sees the faint outline of something in the mouth of the next hall as the ringing grows ever louder.

Facing off with it are Emyr's pokemon as well as Sylvain, but all three seem to be paralyzed, unable to cry out.]

"Oh, aren't you interesting?" Emyr muses, adrenaline surging. He pulls his sword with a grin as he puts away the pokeball.

"Have you ever been stabbed by a sword made from Giratina bones?" he questions as he recalls Typhoon with the new pokeball he pulled from his jacket. He doesn't recall Nightshade, in fact he walks up to her and starts petting her with his free hand, hoping to jar her out of her fear of this strange being.

"And if you haven't would you like to?" he raises his sword, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. A quick twist of his wrist applies a Paralyze Heal to Nightshade in case she was paralyzed by a move.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Nightshade is cured and immediately starts growling. The thing shrieks and stumbles back as it is slashed, trading out its shrill ringing noise for a rumbling growl.

It lurches forward, limbs snapping and contorting, and attempts to grab Emyr by the face with its massive elongated hands.

A disarming voice knocks it off course, throwing it off balance. It stumbles to the side and splorches against the wall, seeming to melt like putty or chunky ice cream. This causes its face and mouth to further droop and widen, giving it a horrific look.

Sylvain cringes at the sight, but sends another disarming voice its way.]

Emyr laughs as he dodges the seeking hands and fairy type move from Sylvain. Nightshade, shaken from her stupor, lunges forward and hits the thing with a night slash.

While they fight, the temperature rapidly drops, slowing their opponent and causing frost to start crawling over the walls. Emyr swings his blade at where the things "neck" is.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[It slices clean through, the thing's head toppling to the side and disintegrating before it can touch the ground.

The rest of it lies on the floor, its body jiggling and pulsating disturbingly. It tries to lift a hand, but it's fused with its torso, like an inky abomination that can't - that won't - let go.

Sylvain sings something and sprints past, still in a big hurry.]

Emyr pauses to look at the thing as Nightshade follows behind Sylvain again.

"You know, it really would be a shame to leave you here like this," Emyr muses, pulling a Cherish Ball out of his jacket. He tosses it at the downed "pokemon" and watches it be absorbed by the light. The pokeball rattles ominously several times before a soft click indicates a sucessful capture.

"Wonder what I could get from Oli in exchange for you..." he muses as he sets out after Sylvain and Nightshade again. He's still grinning, seemingly energized by the fight with... whatever that was.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain sings from down the way, and Nightshade calls to Emyr.

Once it catches up, it sees a blooded desk. Sylvain pads underneath it, and upon getting closer, a young girl of about sixteen is hidden well beneath the desk, slumped limply against the wall.

Her hair is tangled and matted with blood, a broken phone resting in her bloody hand. The right side of her face is horribly bruised, swelling up around the eye, and there are lacerations all up her right forearm.

The lacerations are scabbed over and seem superficial - the real concern is the massive hole going through her abdomen. It's not going straight through to the other side, but it's a fairly deep wound, and it's still bleeding.

She's unconscious.]

Emyr pulls out Miracleberry's ball and sends her out. The Meowstic makes an inquiring noise as she looks between the injured girl and Emyr. Emyr pets her head before nodding towards the girl. "Not for eating, little berry," he says, tapping her z-crystal collar. "Would you be a love?"

The Meowstic turns towards the injured girl, z-energy gathering around her before using a z-powered Heal Bell on her. As the gathered beings watch, all of Angie's wounds slowly disappear, the hole in her abdomen closing last since it was such a deep wound. From his position crouched near Angie with his pokemon, Emyr watches her stir.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She slowly regains consciousness, still covered in blood. She looks confused - but then she sees Sylvain, and a small smile spreads on her face.

She scoops up Sylvain, holding him curled up against her chest, and he nuzzles into her neck. After a moment, she looks from Sylvain up to the Meowstic, and then up to Emyr. She tries to say something, but all that comes out is a little croak, followed by a weak coughing fit.]

"Hold on, I should have some Fresh Water somewhere..." he reaches into the pouch on his hip and pulls out a bottle of Fresh Water that seems to grow to normal size in its hand. It hands the bottle over to her.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She grabs it in both bloody, shaking hands, and struggles to open it normally before giving up and just biting off the cap. She sips the water once, and then chugs the entire thing in under five seconds.

"Thanks," she breathes, deflating. She rolls out from under the desk and instead sits on top of it, leaning back against the blood-splattered wall. "I didn't.... didn't think I was going to wake up," she confesses."

She coughs and clutches Sylvain close to her chest, who reciprocates.]

"Surprise! then," Emyr says. He stands, pulls out another bottle of Fresh Water and hands it to her.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea how to get out of here and I still need to go talk to the thing that put you here. How do you feel about being very very cold for a few minutes? Because if you're cool with that, Princess is going to give us a lift out."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She looks at Emyr, a little out of it due to the stress of the circumstances. She takes big sips out of this bottle, too, but tries to preserve it.

"Um... I don't... really do well with cold... but, I do even less well with being... here. So, um, s- sure?" She holds out her hand and grabs Emyr's.

"Oh shit you're actually real."]

"Definitely real, and ready to get out of here for now," it agrees, pulling Angie to her feet.

The room drops below freezing as a "shiny" Mega Gengar rises from Emyr's shadow. She does a slow turn, taking in their surroundings, before letting out a chilling laugh.

"We'll come back to play later, Princess," Emyr says, drawing her attention. "For now, can you take us back to where we entered in?"

The Gengar bobs in place to signify a nod. Around Emyr, Angie, and the gathered Pokemon, the room rapidly darkens. For what seems like several minutes, the group is standing in the forest the tunnels run under. Frost coats the clearing, epicenter right under the feet of the group.

"It doesn't take as long as it feels like," Emyr explains, dropping his grip on Angie now that they're out of the area between dimensions. "But it does leave you cold."

It recalls its pokemon as it finishes to speak.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She sneezes several times sequentially, and shakes her head a little.

"Cold..." she mumbles. Sylvain slinks up onto her shoulders and drapes himself around her neck like a scarf. Her head droops and she clings to what's left of her tattered, bloody shirt.

"Can..." she begins, hesitating as her words slur together from exhaustion. "...can we go home? To... my home? I.... I just want to be done with this. And take a shower. Or- or several."

She lets out a shaky exhale.]

"Yeah, I think that thing is around your home too, so that would be my next stop anyway. Can your Sylvain get us out of the forest or do I need to grab us a lift? He can drive from up on your shoulders, if he wants." Emyr pets Princess briefly before gesturing for her to take the lead.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Instead of answering, she looks at Sylvain for an answer. Sylvain just uses a feeler to point at Emyr.

Angie turns back to look at Emyr. "I think we should get a lift. I... Sylvain and I are exhausted, and I'm not sure how well I can walk right now. I... um... I haven't really had anything to eat for... I have no idea how long I was down there for. Y- you get the idea."]

"I've been to Ballonlea before, we can teleport." he says, sending out his Gardevoir hybrid. The strange maid-like pokemon holds a hand out that starts glowing with psychic energy. After a few moments, the teleport goes off.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The light from the teleport clears, and they stand in front of a house - or, the remains of it. The cottage is in shambles, the roof entirely caved in with massive holes in the walls that are charred at the edges. It looks as though three different battle teams had a frat party in her house, and forgot to have a supervisor to make sure they could remember it the next morning.

Angie bursts into tears, pressing her bloody palms into her eyelids and wailing, the stress of everything crashing down on her. Sylvain runs his feelers through her hair and gives little kisses to her cheek, but she is inconsolable. Sylvain looks near tears now, too.

She falls to her knees, sobbing profusely.]

#impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #high stakes pokeblogging #long post #//here comes the breakdown

[Picture of the Glimmerwood Tangle forest edge, a La Reine trim Furfrou sniffing at a plant.]

@ifsobblewereafairytype tracking down Silly Putty for you.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The trees whisper and rustle, and the wind parts the brush, welcoming Emyr onto a sort of path. The distant cry of a Sylveon echoes, its voice carried by the leaves that gossip.]

Typhoon, the Furfrou, perks his ears at the sound. While silent, the lines of his body indicate that he is hunting.

He starts off into the woods, Emyr following not far behind. Emyr doesn't appear to have any other pokemon out of their balls, but the air around him chills the forest, wilting the leaves of the trees he passes like the first frost as the two travel towards the sound.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The Sylveon's cries grow more audible as Emyr and Typhoon near the source. Deep into the forest now, very little light filters through the leaves, shrouding everything in darkness aside from the illuminating mushrooms where Pokémon hide.]

Typhoon makes a single sharp noise, almost like a bark, before loping the last distance between himself and his target. Emyr doesn't change pace, ambling down the path in the same direction. He hears the cries of the Sylveon change when Typhoon finds them. It isn't long before Emyr catches up and sees the two pokemon squaring off, the Sylveon's teeth bared towards Typhoon, unsure if the newcomer is friend or foe.

"Heya Silly Putty- wait, your name is Sylvain, I think. Don't worry, We aren't going to hurt you."

He grins, showing teeth filed to sharp points. "You're not who I'm after today."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain calms slightly, then yowls and digs at the dirt, where a sort of pink mist is stirring beneath the surface. There's some sort of barrier, it seems, blocking off an entrance to some kind of tunnel. Sylvain looks back at Emyr, then tries to break through the barrier with his feelers.

He doesn't seem very up for introductions right now.]

"Huh... interesting." Emyr steps back, nodding to Typhoon. The Furfrou approaches where Sylvain is digging, using his larger paws to clear away more of the dirt before glancing at Emyr for more instruction.

"That looks pretty fairy-like, huh?" he muses, before giving a grin. "Typhoon, Iron Tail."

Sylvain jumps away hurriedly as Typhoon's tail starts to glow. After a few moments, the move has fully charged and Typhoon slams his tail down on the entrance. He jumps elegantly out of the way as soon as the move connects with the ground. Dust and debris go everywhere as the barrier cracks with an eerie wail that sends several of the pokemon that had been hiding in the trees searching for a safer place to rest.

Emyr watches as Sylvain hops immediately down into the tunnel, clicking his tongue before nodding at Typhoon to follow. He drops in after them.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The tunnel is made entirely of drywall, and is steep enough that it almost feels like a slide. Suddenly, gravity seems to shift, and everyone is deposited in what looks like a bland office building with a horribly inconvenient layout and bad lighting. There's a window that just has more offices on the other side, and a door that has blood pouring out from under it.

Sylvain scrambles to his feet and begins sprinting down a hall, taking a sharp right turn.

Emyr draws a pokeball out of his jacket and activates it, sending out Nightshade the Aegisol. The Absol-shaped pokemon gives a low, haunting cry.

"Typhoon, Night, go," he orders, sending his newly released pokemon and Typhoon down the hall at speed, Nightshade letting Typhoon lead. Both dog-like pokemon give the puddle of blood pouring from under the nearby door a longing look before following Sylvain's trail.

"You can come back for it!" the exasperated trainer calls after them.

Emyr follows at a more sedate pace.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[The further into the complex, the stranger it gets. This whole place has an aura of something deeply wrong, as the architecture gets more confusing and more blood can be found on the walls.

Some of the blood looks (and smells) decades old, while other splatters seem fresher. It smells absolutely rancid no matter where Emyr turns.

Eventually, there's a shrill screeching noise from further down, so high-pitched and anguished that it hurts to listen to.]

Emyr tilts his head slightly at the sound but keeps at the same pace - his own pokemon haven't called out, after all. It's probably the pokemon's trainer- and she's in bad condition by the sounds of it. He pulls another pokeball from his jacket in preparation for what he finds as he comes up on the room his pokemon are waiting outside of.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[There's no sign of any trainer. Instead, as it rounds the corner, he sees the faint outline of something in the mouth of the next hall as the ringing grows ever louder.

Facing off with it are Emyr's pokemon as well as Sylvain, but all three seem to be paralyzed, unable to cry out.]

"Oh, aren't you interesting?" Emyr muses, adrenaline surging. He pulls his sword with a grin as he puts away the pokeball.

"Have you ever been stabbed by a sword made from Giratina bones?" he questions as he recalls Typhoon with the new pokeball he pulled from his jacket. He doesn't recall Nightshade, in fact he walks up to her and starts petting her with his free hand, hoping to jar her out of her fear of this strange being.

"And if you haven't would you like to?" he raises his sword, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. A quick twist of his wrist applies a Paralyze Heal to Nightshade in case she was paralyzed by a move.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Nightshade is cured and immediately starts growling. The thing shrieks and stumbles back as it is slashed, trading out its shrill ringing noise for a rumbling growl.

It lurches forward, limbs snapping and contorting, and attempts to grab Emyr by the face with its massive elongated hands.

A disarming voice knocks it off course, throwing it off balance. It stumbles to the side and splorches against the wall, seeming to melt like putty or chunky ice cream. This causes its face and mouth to further droop and widen, giving it a horrific look.

Sylvain cringes at the sight, but sends another disarming voice its way.]

Emyr laughs as he dodges the seeking hands and fairy type move from Sylvain. Nightshade, shaken from her stupor, lunges forward and hits the thing with a night slash.

While they fight, the temperature rapidly drops, slowing their opponent and causing frost to start crawling over the walls. Emyr swings his blade at where the things "neck" is.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[It slices clean through, the thing's head toppling to the side and disintegrating before it can touch the ground.

The rest of it lies on the floor, its body jiggling and pulsating disturbingly. It tries to lift a hand, but it's fused with its torso, like an inky abomination that can't - that won't - let go.

Sylvain sings something and sprints past, still in a big hurry.]

Emyr pauses to look at the thing as Nightshade follows behind Sylvain again.

"You know, it really would be a shame to leave you here like this," Emyr muses, pulling a Cherish Ball out of his jacket. He tosses it at the downed "pokemon" and watches it be absorbed by the light. The pokeball rattles ominously several times before a soft click indicates a sucessful capture.

"Wonder what I could get from Oli in exchange for you..." he muses as he sets out after Sylvain and Nightshade again. He's still grinning, seemingly energized by the fight with... whatever that was.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Sylvain sings from down the way, and Nightshade calls to Emyr.

Once it catches up, it sees a blooded desk. Sylvain pads underneath it, and upon getting closer, a young girl of about sixteen is hidden well beneath the desk, slumped limply against the wall.

Her hair is tangled and matted with blood, a broken phone resting in her bloody hand. The right side of her face is horribly bruised, swelling up around the eye, and there are lacerations all up her right forearm.

The lacerations are scabbed over and seem superficial - the real concern is the massive hole going through her abdomen. It's not going straight through to the other side, but it's a fairly deep wound, and it's still bleeding.

She's unconscious.]

Emyr pulls out Miracleberry's ball and sends her out. The Meowstic makes an inquiring noise as she looks between the injured girl and Emyr. Emyr pets her head before nodding towards the girl. "Not for eating, little berry," he says, tapping her z-crystal collar. "Would you be a love?"

The Meowstic turns towards the injured girl, z-energy gathering around her before using a z-powered Heal Bell on her. As the gathered beings watch, all of Angie's wounds slowly disappear, the hole in her abdomen closing last since it was such a deep wound. From his position crouched near Angie with his pokemon, Emyr watches her stir.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She slowly regains consciousness, still covered in blood. She looks confused - but then she sees Sylvain, and a small smile spreads on her face.

She scoops up Sylvain, holding him curled up against her chest, and he nuzzles into her neck. After a moment, she looks from Sylvain up to the Meowstic, and then up to Emyr. She tries to say something, but all that comes out is a little croak, followed by a weak coughing fit.]

"Hold on, I should have some Fresh Water somewhere..." he reaches into the pouch on his hip and pulls out a bottle of Fresh Water that seems to grow to normal size in its hand. It hands the bottle over to her.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She grabs it in both bloody, shaking hands, and struggles to open it normally before giving up and just biting off the cap. She sips the water once, and then chugs the entire thing in under five seconds.

"Thanks," she breathes, deflating. She rolls out from under the desk and instead sits on top of it, leaning back against the blood-splattered wall. "I didn't.... didn't think I was going to wake up," she confesses."

She coughs and clutches Sylvain close to her chest, who reciprocates.]

"Surprise! then," Emyr says. He stands, pulls out another bottle of Fresh Water and hands it to her.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea how to get out of here and I still need to go talk to the thing that put you here. How do you feel about being very very cold for a few minutes? Because if you're cool with that, Princess is going to give us a lift out."

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She looks at Emyr, a little out of it due to the stress of the circumstances. She takes big sips out of this bottle, too, but tries to preserve it.

"Um... I don't... really do well with cold... but, I do even less well with being... here. So, um, s- sure?" She holds out her hand and grabs Emyr's.

"Oh shit you're actually real."]

"Definitely real, and ready to get out of here for now," it agrees, pulling Angie to her feet.

The room drops below freezing as a "shiny" Mega Gengar rises from Emyr's shadow. She does a slow turn, taking in their surroundings, before letting out a chilling laugh.

"We'll come back to play later, Princess," Emyr says, drawing her attention. "For now, can you take us back to where we entered in?"

The Gengar bobs in place to signify a nod. Around Emyr, Angie, and the gathered Pokemon, the room rapidly darkens. For what seems like several minutes, the group is standing in the forest the tunnels run under. Frost coats the clearing, epicenter right under the feet of the group.

"It doesn't take as long as it feels like," Emyr explains, dropping his grip on Angie now that they're out of the area between dimensions. "But it does leave you cold."

It recalls its pokemon as it finishes to speak.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[She sneezes several times sequentially, and shakes her head a little.

"Cold..." she mumbles. Sylvain slinks up onto her shoulders and drapes himself around her neck like a scarf. Her head droops and she clings to what's left of her tattered, bloody shirt.

"Can..." she begins, hesitating as her words slur together from exhaustion. "...can we go home? To... my home? I.... I just want to be done with this. And take a shower. Or- or several."

She lets out a shaky exhale.]

"Yeah, I think that thing is around your home too, so that would be my next stop anyway. Can your Sylvain get us out of the forest or do I need to grab us a lift? He can drive from up on your shoulders, if he wants." Emyr pets Princess briefly before gesturing for her to take the lead.

ifsobblewereafairytype

[Instead of answering, she looks at Sylvain for an answer. Sylvain just uses a feeler to point at Emyr.

Angie turns back to look at Emyr. "I think we should get a lift. I... Sylvain and I are exhausted, and I'm not sure how well I can walk right now. I... um... I haven't really had anything to eat for... I have no idea how long I was down there for. Y- you get the idea."]

#impersonator arc #high stakes pokereality #long post

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