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Wren let out a small sigh as Sub released his Galarian Weezing. He was still thinking when Deo announced the floor wasn't infused with Ebonite and Sub immediately outlined a plan for their escape. "Sounds like a solid enough plan to me." He announced as Amber began to prepare. She decided to take Deo first, which made perfect sense to him considering the Luxray hybrid's size. As the pair began to make heir way through the floor, he decided Bohdan's effort was doing enough to keep the gas at bay and released Cassava, his Jumpluff. The pokemon had last been seen as a Skiploom by the other Snagems, before he'd left for Lentimas a year ago. "I'm going to need some Cotton Spore, Cassava. Fill me up." He informed the Cottonweed Pokemon, holding up his Artifact.

"Puff pluff!" Cassava agreed, immediately producing a cloud of spores that the gun-shaped Artifact began to feed upon. Once he was satisfied with the quantity of spores, he held up the Nest Ball that held his partner. "Thanks, buddy!" He told him. "But I need you to stay in your ball for a while now. Even the air's not totally safe right now." He informed as he recalled his partner.

Once Amber returned from her trip through with Deo, he approached the icy Hybrid and let her instruct him on how best to share this ride. The feeling of becoming intangible was awful to him. The cold touch of death itself seeped into his very bones and all of his senses vanished for a few short moments as he became unable to receive any kind of sensory input. Just as suddenly as he'd gone blind and deaf, however, the world erupted back into existence with a flash and a deafening roar. He lost his grip at the sudden assault on his senses and began to fall from the rope. Fortunately, he'd become so used to unexpected falls over the last year that he almost immediately flipped himself around, Artifact in hand, and fired a cloud of cotton toward the ground. Crashing into it, the cloud sagged slightly under his weight before he began to lower himself toward the floor. "I'm fine!" He called up to Amber as he went, sure she nesrly had a heart attack as he fell. "Good thing I deeciided to fiill up on cotton before i went through... That could've been bad." He remarked more to himself than Deo as he looked around. "I can help get them both down when she comes back with Sub." He informed the dark-furred man. "That way you don't have to try and catch them both."

I perked up, staring in confusion, hearing Sub from his own enclosure. “Wait, you sure!? I just-” I said. Seeing the bunch starting to move only confirmed it. “Guess so…” Well, I stood corrected. I had to think fast. We had a way out now; just needed the best way to get through.

“Any ideas?” Tristen asked.

“Just one that doesn’t involve blowing things, never mind us, up…clear the floor…Obstagoon!” I tossed out a Pokeball out in the containment, and out before the bunch in our group out came the tall, black, white, and grey furred wild thing of a Pokémon, Obstagoon.

“Eheheheheh!” The Obstagoon cackled out.

“Obstagoon! We’re short on time. We got to get through the floor. Dig. Have at it.” I commanded.

Obstagoon knelt down clawing away at the floor only for the smooth surface seem to do nothing more than get a bunch of scratches, which did nothing more than turn Obstagoon’s serrated grin upside down. “HAAAH!” The Obstagoon roared out, slamming his fists down on the ground fiercely, crumbling the surface layer of the floor. The Pokémon then started to claw away at the floor, tossing aside the various debris, burrowing into the floor.

“All the way to the other side; we need to see the next floor below. Hurry Obstagoon!” I said. Obstagoon constantly dug away at the floor at a frantic pace; pulling up more debris like concrete, insulation, and wires, until finally punching a hole to the other end and Obstagoon slipping on in. “Follow him!” I said, rushing over to grab Ogerpon who was now reeling from what gas that made it into the enclosure. “Cera, Tristen, Ammy, go!” I said. Tristen would be the first to go on command, having to take a blind leap of faith effectively. Not sure what was below, but it was better than staying here. I would end up following everyone else as soon as they made it through.

Monique heard the announcement and started furiously pounding the floor, unsure in her allergy-confused state what to do other than to use her "heels" to pierce the surface. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and everything went blank for a moment as a pink glow bathed her vision...

...She rematerialized on the floor below, other Snagems and her Toxicroak coming down the line with her. Bewildered, b***h Deluxe looked around and gathered herself, shaking her hair a bit to get it back straight and putting a hand on her hip. "Whoa whoa what was thaaat?" she called out. Her unusual appearance would be the first clue to people other than her own group that the Fairy allergy had gotten a hold of her. Poloka looked at its Trainer nervously, not sure quite what to think of the new getup.

Keiko continued slamming into the 'glass', taking the small cracks as indication that shattering the barrier was possible. But as time passed, the gas pouring into the part of the room she was in was starting to have an impact on how quickly her stamina was fading. Eventually, she'd fall to her knees, the energy clones of her arms dissipating as tears began welling in her eyes. This situation the team found itself in really felt like it was the end of them all. She just wanted it to be over, but in the end, she just wasn't strong enough.

Keiko was at an all-time low when her brain registered what Sub had said. The floor wasn't made of any stupid special stones like the barrier separating the only child she had left had been Some people had already gotten through to the other side. There was still hope yet. With a smile, she wiped her eyes, only for her facial features to slip right back into anger. She had to force Frustration to trigger with a roar, but with her aura flaring around her body again, she put all of her remaining energy into breaking the floor open with her fists. She didn't have the energy to use another Frustration-augmented Dizzy Punch, but the strength she had left would have to do.

Yuna and Serena may be gone, but she she had a feeling they were still alive, and that meant that she could NOT afford to die here.

Ulla noticed Deo go down the floor as she heard Sub's remark. "You hear that Comfey? Let's have Lucario out for now to-" Before she could even take out a Pokeball, she felt a sudden jolt of space moving. Unbalanced and not knowing what was happening, Ulla flailed around only to be met with slamming into a floor. She groaned as she looked around to see where exactly they were. "Did...Did someone forget about the Ebonite being a thing?" She said as she picked herself up wincing in pain a bit from the collision. "First Papa's mess up. Now this?" She said as she looked around to make sure her group was all okay.

That's when her eyes landed on Reno who had part of his artificial hand. She walked up to him and inspected the arm. "Yeah. I'm not gonna be able to heal that." She said as she noticed Comfey healing any other wounds the team has sustained because of the fall. While her Pokemon was doing that, Ulla looked around trying to figure out what the plan was now. "Well...our guide turns out to be crazy...Now where do we go?"

The sudden blinding impact that Reno got from the failed Teleport to Deo's side was certainly a small touch unexpected. Who would make the exact same room layout right beneath this room with the same walls that had slid up when you could achieve the same effect just by having the entire wall slide up and down as one piece? Either way, they were all now down a floor with an entire solid piece between them and the gas vent. Rubbing his head for a moment with his right hand, the echo of his attempt to thank Deo for giving a small beacon to ping off of made him stare at the hand he had been intending to reach with.

Hearing Ulla pipe up from she had landed, Reno would look over with mild disgruntlement. "With how much Ebonite is here, its not exactly a surprise that there's more in the way. Figured it was worth the chance since I could get a general lineup and with how much Psychic energy you get wreathed in for teleportation, we would bounce off any Ebonite and keep the roof above us to keep the gas out. Not like you can make opposing magnets somehow phase into each other before they repel." Hearing the concern over his arm, Reno would look over to where Ulla was indicating and saw his prosthetic was suddenly sheared halfway up the forearm. Looking over to the wall, he would see the small amount of remains poking out of the wall. ".....okay, might need to review those little dart things Isaac had them add into the arm. Must've screwed with the energy around my arm enough to do....that. Well, it isn't a real Snagem saga without my prosthetic suffering major damage." Reno mused, slowly drawing up onto his feet to begin examining the room. The slime would rapidly condense at the end of the arm, forming into a slime forearm and hand rapidly to replace the obliterated hand. Stopping as he looked over at where Monique was, he blinked before asking, "Um....Miss? Are you Monique or is this someone else currently?"

Group One:



Obstagoon easily burrows through the floor, at least as far as going through metal was concerned, giving the whole group passage through and down to the floor below. After a little bit of a drop, they would find themselves in a smaller, similar room, with the gigantic translucent cross splitting the room into quadrants. Ogerpon lands right at Tristen's left as they come down, frowning behind her mask that even despite her best efforts it had done little more than cause the material to bend. The group as a whole did little more than plug the vent temporarily of gas, so they would all be feeling fairly sick still coming out into the fresher air. There was no other way out of this room, and the other four rooms, than an individual singular door leading out into one of Realgam Tower's other rooms.

The door being their only real means of progression out of the room would lead into another, larger room, full of tanks and vats. Shrouded figures lingered and floated in the strange-looking liquid, bobbing up and down calmly in suspended homeostasis. The only other door out of this room was on the far end, through the maze of holding canisters and gene vats.

Group Two:




Darts was in the same sorry state as the other three, having been the singular group not to block or otherwise try and halt the progression of gasses. His vision blurred and went wavy as he saw the others attempt to smash and hack at the floor in one desperate Raticate-esque attempt to gnaw themselves out of the trap they found themselves in. His hackles raise, his jacket collar quivering as he gives himself another jolt of Outrage into his arms, joining alongside the others in planting a blow on the base of their cell. The combination of four of Snagem's arguably strongest heavy-hitters sending attacks into it didn't just break the floor, it demolished it, sending cracks zig-zagging across the surface before plummeting them down to the bottom in a heap. There's a 'woosh' as the gas disperses into the open air and out the doorway behind them, giving all four of them a chance to breathe now.

"Haaaah.... haaaah...." The Giratina hybrid attempts to suck wind, even though he doesn't need to breathe, finally free of the Ghost-type energies sucking the life force out of them. He manages to crawl over to the dividing glass, seeing Ogerpon's consternation that it couldn't break the surface of the thing before and places a singular golden hand against it, a gesture that Ogerpon reciprocates in turn with the edge of its sleeve. "Go on, then." He says. "We'll catch up with y'all around the bend."

There's a conflicting glance at her master before Ogerpon acquiesces, determining him to be in good enough shape to not need her care, and following Blizz and the others off.

The gambler sits up, trying to slowly pull himself to his feet. That gas had been no joke, he could feel it caking his insides as he tries to stand, spitting a mouthful of black spittle down on the floor. "Everyone else okay?"

There was a singular door awaiting the group, in the exact same fashion as each other quadrant. This room, unlike the rest of the tower so far, was brightly lit - almost blindingly so by comparison to the dimness of the emergency-lighting tinged rest of Realgam they had encountered. It was also massive, with an enormous vaulted ceiling and walls far apart from each other and incredibly empty. The bright white walls, floor, and ceiling were all subdivided in a grid of criss-crossing black lines that served to checkerboard each one of them into even grids of squares. There was one door all the way off at the far side of the room, on the opposite end from them, and there was also a door off to their right, nestled on that wall.

Group Three:



Group Three makes it through the gas fracas relatively unscathed, with one of the better forms of filtration and a cleanly-executed escape plan to fall to the ground below between Deo's catching and Wren's cushioning assist, they are looking miles better than most of the other groups, with maybe only mild fatigue and a little irritation in their lungs to show for the trap above them. If they wanted to communicate anything to the rest of the group, now was the time otherwise...

The room awaiting them coming out of their quadrant of the tower looked like a tunnel at first, with ebonite-coated walls on either side of them as they take their first couple steps in. Eventually, however, the true nature of the room would be in front of them as they reach a wall rather quickly, with two paths to take winding left and right. Veteran Snagems might have a nice flashback to a Silvery version of what was now stretching in front of them - it was a maze, a labyrinth of indeterminable size. But what, oh what, was the minotaur prowling these hallways?

Group Four:



This group was also not suffering very many ill-effects of the gas compared to Groups One and Two, just due to Ulla's swift thinking and Reno's quick (though ill-fated) action to get them out of the way of the gas. Minus one prosthetic arm, it seemed like they all could be in worse shape all things considered. As far as where to go, there was only one doorway out of this room. If they had anything they wanted to say to the rest of the team, now was the time as their doorway leads...

To something that looked like a plush study. Bookshelves line the walls full of books, an oddly dissonant tonal exchange from the rest of the chintzy and/or robotic nature of the rest of the tower. There were plump couches here and there, cushions looking freshly primed to lie upon and just spend the day reading away. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, the warmth oddly soothing despite the hot nature of Orre's desert climate. Pictures on the walls highlighted famous events throughout the history of the Orre region, the S.S. Libra prominently featured as it made its way through the waters outside of Gateon Port for example.

And despite the otherwise perfectly comfortable and snooze-worthy environment there was one thing dissonant in the middle of all of the cushy luxury. A harsh, jangling ring, easily discernable as that of an old-timey telephone was coming somewhere deeper within the room. Over and over again it rang, as if the caller on the line was not going to take 'no' for an answer. From the doorway, there was no immediate exit to this room on the far wall, if they wanted to find an exit out of here they were going to have to make their way inside.