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Tristen stared at his SNAG in confusion as Sub went on the tangent he was on as soon as he picked up the line, but that was Sub probably being the usual self. “Uh, nothing is wrong. Blizz suggested that I call you about this one. Is there any way I can get a computer here in my dorm for school? Like I told Blizz, it’d be really convenient for me to do my school work on or to even make Pokémon exchanges on instead of having to go all the way across campus just to do any of that. Not to mention, personally, I kinda got nothing in here in the downtime. Blizz suggested to talk to you because he didn’t think it was too good of an idea to use any computers the academy might have available to rent or whatever. Something about not knowing what students actually done to these computers as opposed to the ones like in the library. You know, something new? Or…Clean?” It was an odd choice of words, Tristen thought. Still the same naïve kid.

"Okay, thank you, Sub!" He said. This was perfect. Brand spanking new computer to take care of every last daily digital need. Perfect. "Anything that you need me to do? I don't want to just take it and run with it." Tristen then asked. Something like this couldn't possibly be no strings attached could it and it was in fact a case of a time of need and so suddenly at that. If nothing else, Tristen was raised better than a good number of kids.

In other words, raid a Tera Den, Tristen figured. Considering that those Pokémon are tougher than the standard fare, Tristen figured that he would need to bring in a powerful party as a just in case measure because truth be told he never been in one of those before. He was told about the terastalized Pokémon that roamed the region out of the dens during the couple of weeks that he was stuck at the headquarters to recover and how much of a pain they were to deal with, at least by his adoptive father’s team at the time. So, it shouldn’t be too bad if he went in there full power, should it? “Okay, that’s fair enough. In fact, I did need to go out for a while anyways today for another project due tomorrow, so maybe I can take a detour to do that. I’ll try to hunt down one of those dens and take care of it.” Tristen said to Sub.

Tristen would grab his SNAG once the transmission was over then took a look at the clock. Tristen still had a bit before dinner for one, so if he did have any intention on seeing if he couldn’t take a shot at a Tera Den and still make it back at a okay time, it had to be now. Tristen would get changed out of his academy uniform altogether and got dressed into his normal wear, another just in case precaution. Moving stuff around, between his desk and his pack, he finally got himself set, wanting to make the most of the remainder of the day as he could. Grabbing his Pokeballs and supplies, Tristen made his way out of the dorm, locking the door behind him, making his way off for a PC once again to make changes to his Pokémon lineup. Fearing the worst for Spewpa or Litten or even Sprigatito, he would stash them and instead started to withdraw his heavier hitters to make sure that he was going to succeed in this impromptu mission. He if nothing else wanted to make sure that he had his end of the arrangement done before Sub managed to get that computer for him. He'd arrange a whole assortment to take with him, trying to be ready for just about anything that may come his way.

He would make his way out of the academy shortly after, trying to figure out where to go. In the times that he had made his way down south, off towards Los Platos, he didn’t notice any Tera dens what so ever…as if they just didn’t exist. He did recall the occasional one the one time he found himself in Cortondo with his other friends, though they did not actually go into it to see what was inside. Was that the play? Well, it was the only other way he knew and it wasn’t as if he was going to go too far from the limits of Mezagoza. Hopefully he’d be able to find a den somehow, take on whatever is inside, then come back out and make it back to Mezagoza just in time for dinner and hopefully also the final still life he needed to make. If push really came to shove, he’d probably get Xatu to teleport him back to the academy just to save on time. Though that probably meant that even though he is bringing the bird, it was going to have to stay out of the battle to come. Regardless, follow that up with a study session…well, as long as he could manage before finally calling it quits. Tristen started to make his way off West, past some stairs and back alleys, past various stores and through various streets to make his way through the western gates of Mezagoza, heading out into Area Two of the southern provinces.

Tristen kept on the look out as soon as he crossed the bridge that separated Mezagoza and Area Two. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to go far to find any sort of raid den; it was still a big area nonetheless and it wasn't as if he actually studied as to how these dens were actually formed, or if there were any rhyme or reason to them. At least the walk wasn't really all that bad. It could have honestly been worse; it could have been the rocky terrain off into the east that could of hid virtually around anything around every corner. He wasn't all too interested in trying to capture any of the wild Pokemon around, though if nothing else, taking note to a Mareep had his attention. The idea of trying to raise another electric type was somewhat enticing, but then he ended up remembering that he does have an Electabuzz that he needed to get around to purifying. Now that he thought about it, it was going to be easier said than done, especially if most of his time was going to be spent here in Paldea and not in any controlled conditions like in Snagem's training room.

As Tristen continued on, he started to take note of something. There was a faint streak of light from close by that almost fully blended in with the sky. As if someone was trying to shine a spotlight. He would make his way around and take notice to the pink crystal formation. It was pay dirt. He would quickly scurry his way over to the crystal formation, not sure how long it had been there, or how long that it would remain for that matter, but as he got closer, he took notice to something out of the ordinary. A Pokemon. Stuck, perhaps. "Oh boy..." he would approach the rock formation, slowly getting closer, until he realized what it was. "Oh hey there...did you get stuck in this? Here, I can help...just...take it easy, alright? I'm not going to hurt you...just relax..." he'd reach over and gently pull on the Hoppip, managing to get it dislodged from the crystal formation. "There you go. All better. See, no big deal. You might want to fly off from here before something else happen. Maybe try to float a little higher next time, okay?"

Tristen could only stare in confusion for a second when the Hoppip stared back, confused itself, but apparently it wasn't too thrilled of Tristen holding it as he was. When it squealed, Tristen nearly jumped, not imagining a Hoppip could be so loud. He then noticed the tera energy swell but before he got to let go, he was blown back by the powerful force. Tristen went into a backwards tumble before being laid out flat for only a second. He quickly got up and stared in confusion as the crown formed and it became something he didn't necessarily expect. He expected something that would represent a Grass type, but this? A heart? Wings? Was this fairy typing? "Wait, Pokemon can terastalize into different types?!" Tristen asked. Up until now, he only known Pokemon to keep to their types. When he was told that it 'futzed' with their typing, Tristen up until this point just assumed it only took hold to a dominant type and ignored the other type if they had one. This was something different entirely. Tristen took out a Pokeball and his SNAG. "GRAY, I hope you are getting all of this...just found out something new." he said. Well, he was looking for a battle. He got one...

"Go! Magmar!" he shouted. He tossed the Pokeball out and out came the living inferno that was his Magmar.

"Maaaag," The Magmar spoke.

"Alright, Magmar, let's go! Flamethrower!" Tristen commanded.

The Magmar breathed in then unleashed a powerful plume of fire towards the Hoppip. On any other day, this might have been overkill. Dealing with these terastalized Pokemon? Who knows...

The reference was lost on Tristen, not so much for what GRAY meant, but the focus that Tristen had on the battle. Magmar ended up wincing a little bit from the attack, only so much as the Fairy Wind was only a discomfort, but nothing more. The fact that it even did that much was because of its newfound typing. “Okay, Magmar! Use-“ Tristen cut himself off, both he and his fiery Pokémon stared in confusion as the Hoppip once again squealed and conjured some sort of barrier. That didn’t look like any sort of Protect attack, nor did it look like any sort of Light Screen or Reflect. “What in the world? Blizz didn’t talk about Terastal Pokémon making some sort of shield…” Tristen said, staring in confusion. Though if it was like any other shield, then it might just only require…what? At least one extra fire attack to put this thing down? It was just a Hoppip, after all. Fairy typing or no. “Magmar, try another Flamethrower!” he shouted. The Magmar was willing to oblige, once again breathing in and unleashing the harsh plume of fire towards the Hoppip.

‘Severely reduced’ is right. Tristen was dumbfounded how protective this barrier was. This was as if some sort of…super light screen or something. Something like that shouldn’t have been possible. Even Protect screens tend to fade out right about now, but this one apparently is still going strong. Was this the Terastal energy supplementing the barrier? Tristen could only speculate. Though the barrier did seem to withstand some damage. It was going to need a lot of brute force to break. Truthfully, the pressure started to be put on by this empowered Hoppip once it started to not only let loose a Poison Powder, it sent it off, carrying it with another Fairy Wind. Tristen had to back off lest he ended up poisoned himself. “Magmar! Look out! Don’t breathe that in!” he shouted.

Unfortunately, by the time he got that instruction out, while a fair bit of powder incinerated as it tried to make surface contact with Magmar, it was the powder that didn’t which became an issue. The walking inferno started hacking and coughing from the poison carried on the wind. “Oh no…” Tristen uttered. The Manetric now knew he needed to get out of here now. This has gone far enough. The last thing he wanted was Magmar to fall to the likes of a Hoppip of all things. Maybe he could coax this barrier off of the Hoppip by suffocating it with poison itself? Time to pull a page out of Magmar’s former trainer’s book. “Magmar! Smog!” he shouted.

"Maaaag!" Magmar let loose a whole massive plume of toxic smoke which moved its way over towards the Hoppip.