We Do What We Must (Open)

[Jay]

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[atrb=width,20][atrb=style,border:0 black none;]	[atrb=style,BORDER:0 BLACK NONE;height:202!important;width:320!important;color:5f3f5f;][scrolly:h(202),w(320),sy] I swear to frickin' everything when I get out I'm drop kicking every little-- Ripper hissed out complaints and the like yet was drowned out by Cas's incessant squealing about how cute he Gastrodon was. Upon having the weight removed from him and then being pushed up into a sitting position, Jack slowly sat up on his own and set two hands behind his back before popping several bones in succession before finally relaxing. His shot leg was throbbing a bit, yet Jack was still on painkillers anyways and was barely registering it. Slowly looking around, Jack suddenly grinned at Mystel and pat her on the head slowly. "Aren't you just a sweet thing," he cooed a bit before looking over at Alaric and then looking around for his crutches. One of them seemed to be relatively close to him, and he grabbed at it easy enough, yet he couldn't see the other one at the moment..... [/scrolly]	[atrb=style,width:154;border:0 black none;]
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[ Alaric ]

Mystel just cooed a happy "Daah-on<3" as she continued to snuggle BJ rather vigorously. It was about to a point that friction would have made the motion hot and uncomfortable from most other things, but Mystel was fortunately cool to the touch and very slimy (though lubrication in this particular instance aside, whether or not getting that slime all over oneself could be counted as fortunate was very debatable). Some thirty seconds later, it struck her that he'd stopped petting, and she stopped to blink, looking up to see him looking around, and following just well enough to realize she should look too, though she didn't know what she was looking for.

Meanwhile, Boxer was still confused and looking around himself, inadvertently spotting a crutch which.. seemed to have flown quite a way. '.3. Poor guy.. Ah well, he could get that for hi--....wut. Suddenly, Boxer began to panic a little as he realized his feet had gotten much heavier. Oh, he knew it! He knew they were too big, and now look! Trying to walk was like trudging through feet of snow in a Blizzard, except he was indoors and... actually his hooves worked better on snow than they were right now why was this happening?? ;-; He couldn't give up though. He just.. had to.. work harder.. Had to get.. crutch.. for...

At this point, Alaric noticed Boxer moving (kind of), and couldn't help but cringe and laugh. "Poor boy," he commented as much to himself as anyone. Still, he wondered what he was doing exactly and followed his gaze to-- OH. He gave a more awkward laugh and headed toward the crutch himself, patting Boxer as he went. "Don't worry, boy, I'll get it."

...Get?? Mystel knew how to get! What needed get? Looking to Alaric, she looked all around him before finally looking in the direction he was headed and-- oh was that it? She could get it! In a burst of ridiculous speed, she half ran over Jack without even thinking as she rushed to the crutch, grabbing it up in her mouth and taking it to... Alaric, who sweatdropped profusely. "Uh... Good girl..." he mumbled a little reluctantly. Sighing, he headed over to BJ. "I believe this is yours?" he attempted to joke, if clearly uncomfortable. Boxer, meanwhile, was near tears. How did Mystel get SO fast and why was he so slow and and and and---

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[Jay]

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[atrb=width,20][atrb=style,border:0 black none;]	[atrb=style,BORDER:0 BLACK NONE;height:202!important;width:320!important;color:5f3f5f;][scrolly:h(202),w(320),sy]Zane had managed to calm himself and rather than try and help up his trainer, he was simply waiting for some sort of order so that he could continue the battle. Meanwhile Xeja had recuperated himself and now waited calmly as well. Jack Spade had flinched ever so slightly at the Gastrodon running over him. However, he recovered quickly enough only to blink upon seeing the other crutch presented. Taking it and then slowly shoving himself up again, Jack sighed but could only oddly smile at the weird goo that was now coating him. "Heh... well... that was a pause I guess?" he asked rubbing the back of his head and sweat dropping at Alaric. Rolling his shoulders and trying not to flinch, he looked towards his pokemon and then back towards Alaric. "Thanks for the crutch... ready to get going again?" [/scrolly]	[atrb=style,width:154;border:0 black none;]
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[ Alaric ]

"Eh, right." Alaric nodded firmly. After a moment, he sighed and looked down at Mystel, who had gone to nuzzling away at Jack's legs once he'd finally stood back up. "I think this one's caused enough damage though.." he noted with a slight cringe. "Let's just... count her as fainted." He slipped a ball from its hanging loop on his belt and knelt down, getting her attention. With a little pet behind the 'ear', he told her, "Good girl," then recalled her.

And with that, he was back to his side of the field. The type situation still didn't look great now, but.. Well, Trick Room still had a short duration left, right? He did have one Pokemon who that should help. "Let's see what we can do, Cyto." A new ball was tossed out beside Boxer, and upon its opening a medium mass of green goo took form, a skeletal creature within. Cyto the Reuniclus let out a little squeak of delight, and then caught sight of his opponents. *_* Hello there~ Taking on a flirty smirk, he winked at no one in particular, though it did seem primarily aimed between Vash and Jack. Xeja didn't catch his eye so much. Of course, Alaric, being behind him and all, went oblivious to this. "Who's turn- Eh.. Never mind. You go." orz As apology for Mystel tackling the shit out of him oh God he still couldn't believe that happened.

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[Jay]

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[atrb=width,20][atrb=style,border:0 black none;]	[atrb=style,BORDER:0 BLACK NONE;height:202!important;width:320!important;color:5f3f5f;][scrolly:h(202),w(320),sy]Jack half sighed but grinned slightly at Mystel disappeared. BYE HONEY SEE YOU LATER~! Cas called out happily waving slightly somehow as he did so. As the battle resumed itself, Jack looked towards Zane who had, by this time, finished his laugh. "Zane... use Foul Play on... the ...Reuniclus. Xeja use Confuse Ray on Rapidash," Jack finally decided. Zane turned his head from one side to the other, debating whether that was the actual move he wanted to use, seeing as well, he was obviously better at making decisions and all. Alright alright we'll go with that. Forming the Foul Play, the Zorua charged forwards. Xeja, though tired, managed to work up enough energy to form the Confuse Ray and sent the cloud of confusion at Boxer. [/scrolly]	[atrb=style,width:154;border:0 black none;]
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[ Alaric ]

Confuse Ray? Fuck. Alaric bit the inside of his mouth a bit, but called out in turn, "Cyto, Focus Blast. Boxer, Heat Wave." He didn't really need to call targets.

Cyto was smart enough to know that attack was super effective on one of them and completely ineffective on the other. With the speed boost of Trick Room to his advantage, the Reuniclus slid out of the way the Zorua's attack, getting barely knicked in the process. Given the type disadvantage it certainly stung, but he totally had this~ <Sorry cutie~> he told the Zorua, launching a burst of energy his direction.

Meanwhile, Boxer's move would have covered a broad enough area to hit both opponents in most scenarios.... but as it stood, Trick Room still had him pinned to the ground as if each hoof was made of lead, and then shoed with something that weighed even more than lead, and then encased in dark matter. The bright lights flashed, mesmerizing the unicorn and leaving him in a state of slack-jawed awe. He.... he felt like he was.. supposed to be doing somethi--

Just then, his hooves finally managed to move. Unfortunately, it was only to flail right out from under him, sending him plummeting to the floor in a pathetic heap nigh worthy of QWOP. As if the unnatural confusion wasn't enough, the Rapidash found himself drowning in a sea of WHY IS THIS HAPPENIIIINNNNG? ;A;

Alaric's mouth fell open and a hand flew to cover it as his beloved steed fell but... Oh... Oh wow that... For the most part, his face held a steady DB> and he wanted little more than to stop the battle and run and hug his poor baby (considering he'd raised Boxer from birth and all, and unlike some trainers that wasn't something that was commonplace to him, meaning its value to him was undampened in any way). ....And yet, somehow, at the same time... Some very small, very immature part of him was fighting a laugh, because oh God that was horrible but shit he wished he could see that fall in slow-motion oh Christ Alaric was just a horrible person today okay no thinking of laughing concentrate now.

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[Jay]

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[atrb=width,20][atrb=style,border:0 black none;]	[atrb=style,BORDER:0 BLACK NONE;height:202!important;width:320!important;color:5f3f5f;][scrolly:h(202),w(320),sy] The Focus Blast exploded Zane sideways, and while being propelled like a catastrophic rocket in the opposite direction, he went crashing into Xeja who went sliding with him before sliding into the wall. Between being side struck and becoming a candle sandwich, Xeja fainted exhausted while Zane had just barely managed to keep conscious. Falling forwards after that, the Zorua struggled to get to his feet and shook his head all but leering at Cyto. Shit that had hurt and he felt like he had candle wax on his coat--- oh hey Xeja was out. Jack's eyes had happened to focus in on Boxer for a short moment until the side rush caught his attention. Ack, Xe... Ripper hissed something profane, but Jack simply returned his Litwick before fishing out -- Jack stopped a moment just in time to see poor Boxer, and for a few seconds, he just stared. Half a dozen voices were laughing in his head, and before he knew it, Jack was laughing with a hysteria akin to a hyena. [/scrolly]	[atrb=style,width:154;border:0 black none;]
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