TM - A Mauv-olent Presence in the Bright City

[Atlantis_Darts]

Darksol88

Cera was still coughing a bit as she tried to get used to water being in parts of her throat she didn't ask for water to be in, thankful there weren't any more coins to worry about it. The reprieve would be short-lived once she realized the Game Corner was beginning to flood with Starmie's Surf, though, even if some of it was being drained; the flow was too fast for the hole to keep up, so to speak.

"I don't-" Cough. "...suppose there's any other tricks in that spindle, Darts?" She was ready to try lifting one of the slot machines with Psychic, but maybe one of those TMs could end up having a better idea. Or it could just end up being something really dumb like Metronome and gambling all the more. Or worse, it could be Psywave.

Darts swirls around the room alongside Cera as the Surf washes both of them out. Even though he was resistant to water that didn't mean he had to like the effect of it as it attempted to drown them both.

The Surf and giant hole in the floor had created a giant suction drain, water whirlpooling down into... wherever that particular orifice went. The gambler can feel the surging tide moving and pulling himself and the little Mew in circles around and around as they moved closer and closer to the middle of the room.

Luckily for them both the Giratina hybrid had maintained a pretty tight grip on the bag of TMs even as they slopped around in the wash. He grunts at the Mew's request, digging through the bag for something, anything that would help them get out of the situation. Unfortunately they were all labeled with numbers and he didn't have time to boot them all up to get the handy introduction message. He was going to have to pick another one and pray. He digs one out from the very bottom of the burlap sack - dusty and almost covered in cobwebs. He shakes the thing open and doggy paddles forwards, fighting the artificial current to slap the thing on top of Cera's head with a familiar beep. "Here goes everything..." He manages to get out before a wave of water gargles down the rest of his sentence.  

[Darksol88]

Atlantis_Darts

SubonicXP

Feeling the next machine on her head, Cera gulped and braced herself. She was able to keep her footing for now, feeling she might have to drop the transformation at a moment's notice if it came to it. But maybe Darts found a good TM; it'd hurt, but any of the electric moves could be useful. Or maybe an ice move to freeze the water and disrupt its flow. Or if not those, it could be something really strong like Hyper Beam and give a way to blast the Starmie out. She was poised to do whatever the TM allowed as soon as it finished, nodding to Darts...

...and proceeding to send every coin from earlier at Starmie, a few extras materializing somehow afterward and scattering all of them along the floor to be caught in the swirling waters. Practically uncharacteristic for the predicament, Cera blinked and narrowed her eyes. Not because of Darts, he did as she requested and all and it wasn't like they had time to examine the TMs. But of all the moves she could've gotten from one, it had to be...

"...Pay Day? Really? Why?"  

[Atlantis_Darts]

SubonicXP

The furious clanging of the coins sent by the Pay Day rung out as they connected with Starmie's central gem, the impact containing enough force to slightly crack the stone and cause the Starmie to cry out in pain and lose control of its psychic hold over its own body and drop into its own surf, no longer able to levitate. The Starmie, like the two Snagems, would then be pulled into the current and towards the rapidly forming whirlpool where the slot machine once stood.

The Starmie would head straight for Darts, the current pulling it straight for him. It would have no time to register where it was going in its daze nor would it have time to prepare itself for the threat it was rapidly approaching.

Darts pivots in the water, his feet finding traction below its surface as he pivots his hands around his body. He pulls his gilt hands back, the energy of the underworld flowing through his body as it wells up from the core in the center of his soul. He breathes in a breath that rattles with the spirits of another world, phantom energy crawling along the fringes of his jacket and golden fingers as he takes one step forwards in water but ends his step licked by flame.

He's successfully torn the barrier between worlds asunder as he moves through into the Distortion World, his hands smoothly moving up and around as he maintains his focus, just like he was taught by the Laoweng. His Calm Mind reverberates in the middle of the agonizing chaos he found himself in but he maintains his form, following through and tearing back into our world with an enormous burst of energy as he deals a blow with ephemeral grace, the point of his fingers glowing a dark purple as he sunders the veil and smashes aside the Starmie with his Shadow Force - probably overkill but this Starmie had already proven to be a difficult enough opponent he wasn't going to take a chance.  

[Darksol88]

SubonicXP

Atlantis_Darts

Cera wanted to question if such an attack was really necessary, but given there was the whole "the Game Corner has become a flushing toilet" problem that showed no signs of stopping- presumably so long as Starmie was still in the fight- maybe going for overkill was the best option. It certainly made what she had in mind throughout the encounter easier, preparing a Great Ball in her Snag Machine and tossing it to follow up on Darts' attack. "Better on our side than against," she remarked, trying to step back against the water's pull. Doing so nearly made her lose her footing, though, panicking a little at the idea of falling at a time like this.

"Also, yeah, better idea than trying our luck with those TMs a third time. I think." She hoped to never be on the receiving end of an attack like that from Darts.