Lancer || Cu Chulainn

...Something's wrong- [Through the static, it's very possible to see Lancer holding a shell with a trembling Squirtle withdrawn into it.] -and I don't mean the weather.

Am I the only one feeling the ground shake? And what the hell...did anyone else see any sign of that thing that last girl on the network was talking about?

Somethin's going on. I might not have a damn bit of magic anymore, but you can't get rid of instinct--I'm telling you, this place is gearing up for some serious shit.

[Dropped to the ground of Route 34 not far from Goldenrod, the video showed an oddly tilted view of Lancer with his Venomoth at his side, currently facing a group of very angry Krabby.]

[That tends to happen when a trainer provokes the hell out of them looking for a way to challenge his already overleveled Pokemon. Oops.]

C'mon, then. Let's have a little fun. [The insect darted forward, and the next few moments were a rush of motion, snapping claws, fluttering wings, and one Lancer swatting at a few of them with a fishing pole. Until...]

[Snip.]

[In a moment, without warning or indication. The atmosphere changed drastically. The wild Krabby that had leapt up to attack the fishing rod wielding Trainer had instead caught half of a blue ponytail in its claw. The air had become tangibly heavy with absolute shock, and everything from the wild Krabby to Lancer himself had fallen uttelrly still save only for the wingbeats of a Venomoth.]

[That signature blue hair was now several inches shorter.]

[And the look on Lancer's face--an absolute look of horrified shock turning to sudden snarling anger--suggested this meant far more than a simple cosmetic change.]



Fragarach, PSYBEAM!

[In response to her Trainer's sudden rage, the sudden psychic distortion in the air was apparently strong enough to knock out the video feed.]