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The morning after the meteor shower, things start as they always do. Union’s gearing up for another day: people going to work, shops opening, kids heading to school, and foremen getting their crews to work on the last of the damage left by Kyurem’s rampage through the city. It’s just an ordinary day, with only a passing thought given to yesterday’s odd occurrences by anyone outside the scientific and psychic communities. There’s some very real theories floating around there, but there’s little real chance at anything solid coming from the discourse. At least, until reports start coming up Route 1 from the single port started by one Union entrepreneur two years ago. It’d grown quickly with Gigan help, seaborne trade flowing up the lone road, and now it was completely overrun.

Panicked sailors and land crew come streaming up the way, nursing hundreds and hundreds of Bug-type induced injuries. Beedrill stings, Spinarak bites, and photographs of several enormous members of a new species that’d yet to be recorded quickly circulate and prompt Council response. Whatever these things are, they’re clearly hostile and the risk of damage to the city itself seems likely given how quickly the port had been overwhelmed.

With the city still shaken by Kyurem’s attack, the Council wasted no time. The call to arms was put out and trainers hastily sent out to deal with the sudden intrusion. Anyone willing and able to fight was asked to head down the road as quickly as possible, with the intent of sorting this out and either diverting the tide or stopping the invasion cold. The road itself is deserted, abandoned wagons left in a hurry, and not a single wild Pokemon can be heard for miles. It’s almost like they were aware something big was coming, and even the more aggressive types clearly opted to clear out.

When it comes into view, the port itself seems to be in particularly bad shape. Smoke rises up into the horizon, and hundreds and hundreds of Bug types swarm all over the structures, chewing away at the wood and stone. But perhaps the most troublesome sight is the beings that are overseeing the attack. Several members of the new species, fifteen feet tall at minimum, twenty at the peak, direct the swarm in its efforts. And further out to sea, a singularly massive specimen, some forty feet tall, watches it all, hunched forward, dark eyes gleaming with interest as its minions go to work…
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The days following the failed attempt to free the Gigas' from their captivity had been rather solemn. With the citizens of Union coming to terms both with their failure and the looming threat of retaliation on Gigas' part. It's a time for preparation, for reflection....

"Aaaand, fetch!"

And it's a perfect time to head down to the park and throw a ball around. Harry tosses the ball as hard as he can and then stands back as Mouse, now quite possibly a gazillion times the size he'd been as a Lilipup goes bounding across the grass in hot pursuit. He makes it, snatching the ball up in his mouth just as the newest addition to Harry's group, a Tyrunt, comes leaping out of nowhere and tackles the enormous Stoutland, making Harry wince with a slight grin as he watches the scuffle erupt. Lash stands beside him, serene and peaceful, though not without a look of irritated disinterest on her expression.

It's his day off.


Later on at night, he's left the more rambunctious Pokemon at home and headed out for dinner. It's a little place he's discovered since his move to Union. Almost literally a hole in the wall, or at least a door down a flight of steps.

It's a quiet place, old, slightly dingy but cozy enough for Dresden's taste with the sounds and smells of food cooking behind the bar. It's nearly deserted too with only a few customers, the bartender, the Machamp bouncer by the door. And Dresden sitting at one table with a half-downed glass of beer beside him, scratching away at a notepad while he rubbed his chin in thought.

Closed to Rei

Of course, it's not all parks and beer. A lot of people had been involved and as time ticked on, he found himself worried about one in particular. Of his team, he didn't exactly know Haruka or Michiru very well, but the memory of seeing Rei rattled, even for a moment, kind of stuck in his brain. As such, he'd resolved to check in on her. Ice cream in hand. Because ice cream makes everything better.

He found a place that does ice cream takeout. They have a Vanillite breathe on the box before you leave. It stays frozen under a hot sun for hours.

So, another afternoon, he makes his way down to Ninetales Vale with his absolute battleship of a Stoutland by his side eagerly wagging his tail as they approach Hikawa Shrine and knock on the door.
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Action on the Tropical Island.

[If you happen to be wandering around the island today, especially walking along the beach, you might be a little bit surprised to find yourself passing through an area that looks a little bit like it'd been hit by several meteors...or a series of miniature volcanic eruptions. There are large patches of sand that have a glassy sheen to them, or deep divots and furrows all around. The surf is just beginning to wash away some of it, but there was definitely something going on.

If you keep going, you'll actually find a teenage girl laying under an umbrella a little further on down the beach, the entire area blanketed in harsh sunlight. She looks a little beat, scuffed and bruised up, and laying down beside her is a Noivern that looks similarly exhausted. It's chest rises and falls and it's eyes are closed in sleep, tail curling around the umbrella protectively, while several other scamper around, playing in the surf. A Cherubi, a collection of golden Exeggcute, and a Cubchoo seem to be playing some sort of game, tossing a rock at a Venusaur. Every time the rock gets close, it's smacked away by a vine, almost effortlessly at that. It seems like they're trying to get those rocks into a small crater behind the big plant-toad, and...failing.

Either way, Yukiko doesn't seem to be completely aware of her surroundings, or of anyone approaching. This is probably good, given that she's trying out a Calderan swimsuit for the first time and she wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those around other people.



[The video feed opens up to show a sunny beach, little paws covering part of the lens for a moment as Teddie accidentally slips up getting it off his trainer's wrist. He and Bereth have a surprise for her, after all.

Setting it down in the sand, he scampers a little ways off and whistles, waving a snotty paw to get Bereth on screen. The Noivern complies, stretching and standing upright, tapping his chest with a claw like a singer might before they start belting out a song.

And then...the horror begins. The audio feed is filled with a horrific shriek, though it seems to have an actual melody to it. The little Cubchoo appears to be attempting to sing along, but the noise is just so great that he's completely drowned out.

In fact, the only other thing audible over the explosive burst of sound is a feminine cry of surprise, dismay, and rage.]


[Yukiko appears on the video now, leading with a flying tackle to the big dragon. The noise abates so your speakers are no longer about to explode...]


[Someone hasn't quite gotten their hearing back completely...but the band is snatched up and she looks apologetic...]

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With the revelation of the presence of the Enhanced, Union was able to quickly mobilize. As the strange conditions continued to worsen, the Trainers of Union once again set out to bring order to the chaos.

This time however, they do not walk entirely alone. A small, dedicated team remains behind in Union, sorting through the dossiers and information that Crystal and Rory have collected. Connected to those in the field via Warp Band network, hopefully they can identify the Enhanced and find a way to calm them before a tragedy occurs.

[OOC: There will be a thread for each active team based on the sign-ups. Any areas that did not have any sign-ups will not be present and will be addressed later. As per our usual standards, moderators and NPC helpers will progress the log at least once every 24 hours. The Union log will work somewhat differently from the battle logs in that the participants will be collecting information concerning the Enhanced; when enough information has been accumulated, they will be asked to tag into the battle threads to provide guidance and support to those out in the field.

Characters participating in the Union log will function as support staff for this event. They will have their own log interacting with Rory and Crystal and as characters in other logs encounter the Enhanced, they can use the observations made to try to find out more about the Enhanced in the field and help the people in the field determine an appropriate situation. Because of this, players in the Union thread may threadjack any ongoing log to relay information as needed.

The outcome of this event will depend very much on player decisions and the ability of the characters to respond to the threats at hand, so we would highly encourage you all to tag as regularly as possible. Thanks!]
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[When Pamela appears on the warp band’s video feed she looks a little tired and exasperated. She’s sitting in a room at home, and several of her Pokemon can be seen in the background.]

How do you correct persistent behaviour problems? I’ve tried explaining things, I’ve tried positive reinforcement and I’ve tried taking away privileges, but it’s still continued. In a couple of cases, the problem behaviour is hazardous for others, so that’s what I need the most help with.

[As if to punctuate her point, Tulip the Pumpkaboo is spinning in the background and fires off Confusion. Luckily for Pamela, Lily, her Gardevoir, is prepared. The video cuts out for a moment as Lily teleports Pamela out of harm’s way. Instead, Marigold the Combusken is struck and Pamela has to scramble to keep him from setting her couch cushions on fire. After a couple of chaotic moments, she returns her attention to the warp band.]

See what I mean? Any helpful advice you can offer would be appreciated.

[She turns back to Tulip, raising an eyebrow.]

Tulip, sweetie, we talked about this. Spinning around is one thing, but firing off Confuse Ray like that? It’s not okay.


[Pamela’s Gastly, Crocus, is extremely possessive of his “mommy”. So possessive, in fact, that he surrounds her with toxic gas anytime someone gets close to her just to make sure everyone knows that she is his.’s a very good thing that her evolved Enlightened abilities include a complete immunity to poison.

Rather than hacking, coughing and being weakened by the poison gas, Pamela just facepalms and sighs.

Not again.


Jan. 4th, 2015 01:17 am
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[An older, white haired man with a push-broom mustache appears, somewhat out of frame, the footage recorded at a odd angle]

"Hello?" Gordon asks. "Hello? Is this thing working?"

[The video goes a little warbly, nicotine stained fingers occasionally obstructing the view, as if the warp band is being adjusted inexpertly. The sound of a Pokémon being summoned is heard off screen.]


[Gordon lets out the wordless grumble of an elder trying not to swear, and turns to yell off the side of the screen.]

"Barbara! I think I broke this stupid thing!"

[A beat, with a feminine voice heard, muffled by distance.]

"I'm trying to send that video thing," Gordon says, leaning back as a feminine, youthful hand comes briefly into frame, the video getting briefly worse, badly garbling something the feminine voice says, and then clearing up.]

"Okay, right. Uh, hello?" Gordon says, looking with frustration at the gadget. "This is James Gordon, and my daughter tells me, now that I have one of these bands, I should post a--"

[Gordon is cut off by a Squirtle face filling the screen, making some faces before Gordon pushes him out of the way.]

"Mike! Stop. Go bother Barbara. She should be feeding Rex."

[Gordon waits, watching something off camera leave, quickly from the looks of it.]

"Right. Where was I? James Gordon, newly bonded. Hello."

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