[OPEN] Surveyor - Jones.
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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: None.


What in the blighted blazes is all of this.

Fresh earth turns beneath Jones's claws as she skirts the edges of the ravine, staring in confusion at the glacial basin on the other side.. She's never seen a chasm this deep and wide, let alone rivers this vast and bountiful. The sandy, dry soil and scraggly flora are familiar, but this canyon... if Jones didn't know any better, she'd swear it's new

Jones takes a bite of the Pomeg berry she's brought along, biting through the rind and munching it as indifferently as the pips within as she considers the situation. She wonders if this place is even worth her time. A fall from this height would almost certainly be bone-breaking, and potentially fatal. Sometimes, the risks outweigh the rewards.

But the truth is, Jones has spent most of her time on Mautte either bored out of her skull or terrified or angry, or any combination thereof. Even if there's absolutely nothing of value in this canyon, Jones wants to know what it is and why it didn't seem to be here a few months ago. So she shoves the Pomeg berry in her mouth - holding it in her teeth, not yet crunching it down - and begins to plod along the edge of the ravine, just close enough to see over the edge while, hopefully, far enough inland to scurry to safety if the walls start crumbling.
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It happens again, soon after the quake. She'd spent some quiet time in the Stepping Stones to soothe her anxieties about the damage. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great, either--several older trees had shaken their roots loose during the quake in the Somber Wood, tearing down others on their way tumbling to the ground. When she woke up, she didn't feel worried anymore, but she also didn't really feel anything else. When she slowly raised her paw and looked at it, she realized why.

Oh, she thought. This again.

No matter. She knew she could shift back, but she wanted to know more about this one and its story, so she decided to take a slow but steady trip to the desert, perhaps to find something of interest, or to make an ore-crunching stop at the Crater in her Aggron form. In this body, she didn't feel bothered by it, or... anything. She spends the walk pre-occupied, putting one blue paw in front of the other, thick wood hammer clutched easily beneath left arm. Her conscience extends to the fog and out around it, searching for some sort of emotion. For the Charizard, it had been fear. For the Absol, it had been foreboding. What was this one's story? Inadvertently, and without realizing it, she finds out, as her eyes drift shut.

When she approaches the canyon, she does so without knowing it is there, and she does so sleep walking. Completely unaware of the lone figure several yards away, the Komala walks slowly, gradually forward, eyes firmly shut, straight toward the canyon's edge, with no apparent intent on stopping even as the sharp drop looms.
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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: K'sariya (Io).


Meandering by the side of the ravine at least gives Jones a bit of a better geographical sense. It’s a bit hard to tell with the river’s water level so low and with the river being so, well, low below her, but Jones is pretty sure she’s traveling upstream. This is for the best, considering that it might tell Jones where this river’s come from, and why there’s suddenly a canyon in the middle of her beautiful desert.

So Jones thinks as she trudges along, enjoying the warmth of the stone beneath her feet and the sun on her scales -

Right up until she notices another Pokemon.

Acutely aware of how exposed she is, Jones tenses, but the stranger doesn’t seem to have noticed her. Since there’s no cover, Jones decides to circle around the stranger; she has to go fairly far from the cliff to avoid getting trapped between them and the ravine’s edge. As she gets closer, she can pick up a few details about the Pokemon; the more she takes in, the less she’s inclined to take this being as a serious threat.

They’re a gray creature, bulky-bodied with a thick coat of blue-gray fur. They’re short - shorter than Jones, at least - and they don’t look particularly strong, but despite their small stature they’re obstinately carrying a log nearly as big as they are under one arm. Jones just stares for a moment, watching the Pokemon’s slow shuffle, utterly baffled as to why they’re wandering around with a (comparatively) huge hunk of useless wood. Her staring only gets more and more boggled as she watches the stranger walk straight toward the ravine ledge. And keep walking. Step by slow step, they seem to be plodding leisurely toward their death.

“Hey! Stupid! Look out!” Jones spits. She runs toward the stranger, intent on stopping them from killing themself; at first, she’s sure she won’t be able to reach them in time, but then she realizes that she’s moving so fast that the world around her is blurring. At the edges of her claws and heels, she can see traces of white light, a Quick Attack that she has no idea how to break out of. She’s closing in on the Pokemon - and the cliff edge - too fast, way too fast -

Crack! the stone shifts, pulling downward; Jones looks down to see huge chasms forming on the ledge below her and the stranger. She scoots to a complete stop, scraping her heels badly as she does so, and hisses, “Run,” before the earth gives way beneath her feet.

This is what my good deed gets me, isn't it.
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Aaren the Aggron (Ability: Rock Head)
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Aaren walked along the clifftop, gazing occasionally at the crevasse falling away to the side. The dirt and rock near the edge wasn’t entirely stable and small cascades kept shaking loose to fall into the chasm. Aaren wasn’t sure how he knew it would likely continue for another month or two, but until then he resolved to stay clear of the edge – such a fall might be lethal.

A shout ahead caught his attention and he trod a little faster. He spotted a squat blue quadruped shambling towards the edge, and a bright yellow lizard blitzing towards it. The lizard skidded to a halt before it, black ears flapping; but before Aaren could call out a warning, the edge crumbled and the lizard started to fall.

With no time to dither, the Aggron grabbed the nearest chunk of stone and struck it with his tail. It split into smaller halves, and he hurled them at the cliff face beneath the scrabbling lizard – hopefully far enough down not to strike it directly. Normally this was a tactic to slow charging enemies, and Aaren thought it might slow the fall instead, or give the lizard something to grab.
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#5
Komala-Io is completely unaware of the danger--it takes a full second or two for the information of the look out! to process, and another for her to wake sleepily from her slumber. By then, the ground is scrabbling beneath her, chunking and falling--

It happens without her thinking, without her brain even really processing it, but before she knows it, her tiny arm slams the thick log into the ground like a stake being driven into the earth. Its solitary leaf bursts into a frenzy of roots that race across and into the earth, wrapping around her and the Heliolisk's legs and securing the earth beneath it just in time. The Wood Hammer manages to hold it all together, releasing a few clots of dirt that fall slowly into the darkness of the canyon. Slowly, she hauls herself up, blinking sleepily.

"Hmm," she muses lethargically. She offers little bear hand to Jones. "Sorry. This darned form, it just can't seem to stay awake."
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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: K'sariya (Io), evanfardreamer (Aaren).


Wham! Crack! The chaos of the fall is punctuated by a massive concussion of stone against stone striking directly beneath Jones's feet. Jones has no idea where the rock came from, but it might offer a foothold. Her talons instinctively thrash, hunting for purchase, but the boulders beneath her begin to slide - 

Another crunch, inches from Jones's head, sounds off, deafening and abrupt. Jones is rather stunned to see the wandering stranger slam the log beneath her arm against the cliff face. Suddenly, Jones grasps why the stranger would bother carrying such a thing - almost faster than the eye can see, strong, verdant vines burst from the log, crawling across the cliff and the stone below Jones and the stranger. Jones withdraws her foot, panicked, as the vines near her toes, but she needn't have bothered. The new growth only binds earth, and Jones finds herself and the stranger coming to a screeching halt.

The tiny hand that appears right in front of Jones rattles her already-frayed nerves; her frill flares, which would probably impress the stranger a bit more if their eyes were open. "Can't seem to stay awake? You would've mosied right off the cliffside if I hadn't intervened!" Granted, they had mosied right off the cliffside, but Jones is scrambling for dignity, here. 

Begrudgingly, she accepts the stranger's paw. Just because she's annoyed doesn't mean that she wants to take the risk of plummeting to her death. "And what the hell d'you mean by 'form'?" She remembers that Daniel fellow from before talking about shapeshifting and strange powers; was he really onto something with that tripe?
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Aaren the Aggron (Rock Head)
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Aaren leapt forward, going onto all four legs in a vain attempt at more speed. He circled away from the edge, losing sight of what happened below the cliff’s edge. He heard the deep crunch of stone striking stone, and realized he wouldn’t make it in time if the perch didn’t hold.

Then the small bear reached the edge and started falling forward. It was out of reach for a lunge to save it, but it flopped against the crumbling edge, letting its chunk of log swing forward and strike the cliff. Aaren heard the resounding crack, then a strange flurry of plant sounds and a flicker of green.

He slowed as he neared the bear, hearing what sounded like a tirade starting from over the cliff edge. Peeking carefully he saw the yellow and black lizard standing on a tangle of roots, vines, and rock.

“By the Eight, I’m glad that worked,” the Aggron rumbled. “Are either of you injured?”
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Even as the Helioisk talks, Io cannot suppress another yawn that bubbles upward, free paw patting her open mouth as she pulls her concerned savior up from their predicament. Eye cracks open and little Komala ear wiggles as he questions her use of form.

Oh, this one must be new, she thinks, though her expression doesn't communicate the thought outwardly. For the first time in all of the chaos, she notices Aaren. It takes a second or two, but a smile soon blooms across her features.

"Aaren," she greets kindly. Registering his question, she casts her eyes downwards. She seems fine. As the foliage slowly withdraws back from the log, she picks the heavy thing up with ease, then looks back to the Helio. She's about to consider explaining, but realizes how much of an absolute pain it is to do so with this dumb bear. Io focuses on a familiar feeling of anxiety, of dread, of premonition and soon enough, her body changes. Blue fur grows long, paling beneath the sun into a snow-white. Muzzle lengthens, and where her ears shrink beneath her fur, a bladed mandible swipes parallel to her features. Perhaps almost grotesquely, the log melds into the rest of her, as if its matter supplies the rest of her newfound bulk. Legs elongate and body raises until an Absol stands where the Komala once had. She gives a bit of a shuffle of her paws, relieved when she sees she can once again feel the ground and the outside world. She turns a single considerate eye back to the lizard.

"When you remain here long enough, you are chosen to carry the body and souls of those who could not make it here with you." It's just her theory, but she's not sure how else to reasonably explain these things that have been happening. "I'm sure you will be chosen, too." So far, most had.
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Jones the Heliolisk (Solar Power Ability).
Rogue.
Affected RPers: K'sariya (Io), evanfardreamer (Aaren).


Absolutely nothing that was happening was encouraging.

The instant Jones's feet touched stable earth again, she lunged away from the ledge, darting between the horned brute and the fuzzy one as fast as she can. When she turns, her frill is fully expanded. She ignores the metallic one's question, everything except - 

The fuzzy one is suddenly a lot less fuzzy.

Silky white fur replaces the curly gray fluff. Instead of ears, the stranger now has one great, obsidian horn curling from one side of their head. Thick, sharp claws grow from their huge white paws. A brutal scar leaves their right eye closed; the left fixes Jones with a piercing cerulean stare. Her first words - fanatical talk of souls and chosenness - had heaped even more fear on top of her already-mounting anxiety, but at the idea of herself having souls crammed into her brain, and being stuffed into different bodies, she balks

"You're mad. You're absolutely, barking mad." The words come out flat and toneless. Jones looks, desperate for backup, to the metal one - she'd conflicted with him before, but right now that doesn't matter to her in the least. "You have to know that she's spitting nonsense, right?"
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Aaren the Aggron (Ability: Rock Head)
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Post affects: Io, Jones

Aaren is reassured enough to smile as the two make strides away from the crumbling edge. The blue bear seems to know him somehow which gives him pause. He’d only met a handful of creatures so far on this island, and he’d remember a dozing blue bear. Unless perhaps, they knew him from before the island stranding?

He opened his mouth to question that, then snapped it shut as the blue bear simply changed. In moments it had turned into a white quadruped with a curving black horn – an Absol, he recognized, never a good sign. He took two quick steps backward and settled into a defensive stance.

“What manner of trickery is this?” he asked with a growl. “Bodies? Souls? So help me, if you’re an agent of that One, I’m going to kick your tail through your horn and right off this island.”
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