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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

It was a peaceful day, and Riley appreciated the opportunity to unwind after the heated encounter he'd just left. The museum proved to be worth the trip in terms of variety and depth of its attractions, so he could see why it was so popular with the tourists. It certainly wasn't dry, no pun intended. All in all, he considered this a pretty successful outing, and a nice escape from the drama that he had been involved in recently. So long as he kept away from that one potential fight.

Suddenly the museum shook with the force of a loud explosion. RIley was nearly thrown off his feet, and his ears were left ringing from the blast all the same. It was little surprise that screams filled the air, people running for cover while others responded to the danger at hand. Once he got his bearings back he realized the general area that the detonation had come from, providing some purpose.

Generally speaking, this was not the sort of photographer Riley was. But he was also the sort to not look away from an opportunity when it presented itself. Maybe he could sell this to a newspaper or something. He took a few shots of panicked people, but quickly refocused on the real story at hand. The meat was not here. Instead it laid somewhere else in the museum.

Hurrying over, he became more cautious as he neared the scene. As eager as he was, he didn't want to get caught in the middle of a fight. Whatever had caused such a big explosion was likely dangerous, and he was not as well equipped as a trainer was to handle such dangers.
 
"All of this is a scourge on the blessed land we live in!" Shouts and chants echoed amongst the chaos of the museum. Many were still running around in haste. But the west wing that was still under construction was filled with smoke and fire.

"We must absolve ourselves of obscenities!" A woman's voice could be heard chanting through a bull horn. As Riley neared the scene if he could see through the smoke he would find a gaggle of people dressed in white crowded in one of the exhibits that was under construction. It looked to be an exhibit to display a beach scene that had many pokemon and mannikins of trainers playing in the sand and having fun. Many of the girl mannikins of course wore two-piece bikinis and had flat stomachs and bursting bosoms. Along the walls were pictures of real life trainers wearing much the same. That was until a Charzard eviscerated the displays with its fire.

"Such displays of female lewdness are an abomination to purity! We must case all such acts and attire out! Team Purity will see to it!"

A few dozen trainers stood around chanting and encouraging the destruction of the museum as the chaos around them ensued and visitors tried to flee. They are wore bright white clothing, clearly a symbol of such purity they claimed to spread. Atop one of the displays a girl in a long flowing white dress held the bull horn and encouraged the group to use their pokemon to destroy the displays that went against their convictions.

"Cast it all out Team Purity! We will return Hoenn to a pure and virgin like island!" Her charzard roared and spit fire, the whole of the building would burn down at this rate.
 
Making his way towards the source, Riley lifted a handkerchief to cover his mouth with the growing smoke in the air. He did his best to regulate his breathing too so as to avoid a coughing fit. The chants and crying was a good sign that he was getting close to his destination at least.

Arriving, he was made witness to an interesting scene. People dressed in white had occupied one of the rooms in the wing and were busy destroying it. He flinched as a Charizard belched fire, explaining where all the explosions and stuff were coming from. They also made their intentions quite clear as a ringleader with a bullhorn yelled about returning returning Hoenn to a 'pure' state. Admittedly he was confused by the target they had chosen. How would this help whatever their cause was compared to, say, burning down a fashion store or something? Did anyone even know this exhibit was here in the first place?

While some might plunge in to put an end to this outrage, Riley was not one of those. Even if he had wanted to, there was no way his team had the punching strength to take on a Charizard and win, much less getting dogpiled by all the other potential trainers here. Discretion was the better part of valor.

Lifting his camera, he made sure that the flash was not on to accidentally expose himself. Moving carefully, he snapped shots of the girl with the megaphone, the charizard as it roared fire, and some of the other destruction going on. Then he pulled back, figuring he should leave while there was still time to do so. He'd gotten what he came for after all, and he didn't want to get stuck here if the place came down with all this fire around
 
Fire was engulfing exhibits all around the west wing as Team Purity did not limit their destruction to the exhibits that countered their purist ideals. Even the white clad members of the mysterious pokemon gang began to choke on the smoke as the screams of museum patrons behind Riley only became more shrill. Amongst the confusion and chaos no one saw Riley take his picture. They were too busy with their chants, destruction, and coughing to notice.

"We will reduce this institution of lewdness to ashes with the flames of our righteous virginity!" The girl clad in magnificent white dress declared as the flames surrounded her. She seemed to have little concern. Like most of her team she soon mounted her Pokemon, the aforementioned Charzard and began to make her hasty exit.

"Let this be a warning to all of Hoenn that we shall not be sullied by its lies! For Purity!" She yelled as her Charzard took flight. The leader and her pokemon flew from a large window, shattering the glass as a pilar of flame followed them hence into the air.

With all the shouting from Team Purity gone, the museum was caught up in panic. Hundreds of patrons both human and pokemon fled for the nearest exit as the building began to alight. A stampede of visitors rushing and shoving their way out of the building, with some unable to push there way through the crowd.

All around Riley the terror of others was all consuming. Many were pushing past eachother's to save themselves. Others tried to help but were unable. Nearest to Riley he saw two such patrons that were crying out in terror.

"Chiii chiiii!" A Chikorita shrilly cried as the grass type pokemon was stuck underneath a wooden display that had collapsed. Fire was encroaching on the small pokemon, and given its apparent weakness as a grass type, it would surely not survive unless it was freed soon. The smoke choked out its cries as Riley noticed it the fire licked at its leafs causing it apparent anguish.

A few meters from the Chikorita another patron lay unconscious on the floor. It was a blonde girl who had clearly been trampled by the crowd upon the chaotic exit. She did not move as the smoke covered her and fires approached. No one else paid attention to her as they ran for safety, and Riley's position in the west wing of the museum would soon see him fall victim of the fire himself.

Would Riley save the Pokemon? The Girl? Or Himself?
 
"This is crazy," Riley muttered as the fire spread and the destruction grew. These people were destroying a museum simply for a single exhibit, one that wasn't even finished yet. There was reasonable discourse, and that flew immediately over the line into the ocean beyond. If this was their first move, what would they do next?

Still, even they didn't seem to feel like dying for the cause as they began to leave the area. With the situation rapidly worsening, Riley was not inclined to hang around here. Emerging back into the main part of the museum, he found himself jostled by the fleeing crowd as everyone ran for an exit. It was pandemonium, and he could only hope that the couple he'd ran into before had made it out alright.

He held the handkerchief close as the smoke grew ever more prevalent. Hopefully emergency services were responding, but from inside the museum it was impossible to tell. It was times like these that he wished he had more than just Luma, with how powerless he felt in this situation.

That was when he came across the fallen girl and trapped Chikorita. Taking on Team Purity might have been a bit beyond his league, but he was not so heartless that he would place his own well being above theirs. "Hang on, I've got you," he told them both. His first step was to do a quick look over the girl, to see if she had a Pokeball on her for the Chikorita that was trapped. That would be the easiest way to rescue it.

Assuming none was found, his next move was for his own Pokeball, releasing Luma. He stepped over to the wooden display and lifting it with all his strength. "Luma, pull them out," he directed, amidst his coughs and straining muscles. Once the Chikorita was free, he let the display drop. Then he returned to the girl, grabbing her waist and all but throwing her over his shoulder. "Come on, this way," he said to his partner, moving as fast as his protesting muscles would let him. Surely the exit wasn't that far!
 
The fire soon turned to a raging inferno behind them, and time was running short for all who were still in the museum. While the light of the entrance was still close, the smoke would begin to choke them all be it Riley, Luma, or the two helpless occupants they were trying to rescue. Riley's plan to divide and conquer with his partner Luma certainly had merit to it, but he was only mortal. As Luma pulled the Chikorita with Riley holding the display, the smoke would get to the trainer and pokemon severely, causing the lack of oxygen to dilute their senses.

As he powered through to now rescue the girl he would barely have the strength to lift her and begin yo carry her from the building. Pokemon began to panic as all tried to make their escape, and though his actions in attempting to save both the pokemon and girl were heroic, they had their consequences.

As the light of the exit and safety was close through the fog of the smoke, the last thing Riley and Luma would see is a large Blastoise stepping through the museum's front door wearing a red hardhat and letting loose with his water cannons to battle the blaze. While the short burst of water prevented it from consuming Riley and company, it wouldn't be enough to put out the fire entirely. But for Riley, he would black out from the inhalation of smoke moments after, the firemen and pokemon dragging him and his charges the last few feet.

Riley would awake in a Slateport Hospital bed an unknown time later. He had an IV, an oxygen mask, and a massive headache. Dressed in a hospital gown he was neatly tucked in to the bed as the soft chirping of Taillows outside rang in his ears along with the sound of the EKG machine.

"Oh are you waking up?" A nurse standing at the end of Riley's bed looked surprised as she held a digital pad and eyed the patient. She had a surprised smirk as her han reached for his wrist to measure his pulse. Her soft yet freezing cold fingers brushing across Riley's skin has he felt incredibly disoriented and weak.
 
Muscles straining against the weight, Riley heaved himself forward as he carried the girl towards the entrance of the museum. The smoke grew ever more potent, and his coughing fits sapped ever more of his energy as he went on. Yet he could not afford to stop now that he had committed himself to this course of action. He had to get them all out.

He knew that Luma was having trouble too, and part of him wanted to return his partner to the Pokeball. But that would leave him having to carry the Chikorita too, and there was no way he could stop now to pick them up. His breaths grew shorter and his throat ever more clogged as the smoke rose, the heat of the flames licking at his heels. In some errant part of his mind, he thought that he should really consider diversifying his team a little.

At last the entrance came into sight, but his effort was all but spent. His vision wavered and he simply could not get his limbs to move. A pokemon stepped into view just as his energy failed and he collapsed to the ground, pulled away into oblivion.


Riley winced as awareness slowly returned. His head pounded, his throat hurt, and he felt as stiff as a log. His ears were afflicted by the beeping of machinery, toning out the beat of his heart at every moment. His eyes watered as he forced them to open, and he found his vision to be fairly restricted at this point. He was definitely not where he had last been in the museum though.

With how weak he was, there wasn't much more he could do besides lay there on the bed. Still, enough thoughts percolated through his head and past his sore muscles for him to speak at least a little bit. "Am I....is Luma...?" If anything had happened to his partner, he wasn't sure he would be able to forgive himself. That even overshadowed the outcome of his rescue attempt.
 
The nurse came closer to the edge of the bed near Riley's head. Her cold fingers finding his arm and comforting him as he came to the realization of where he was an what had happened. She had a nurturing smile that was no doubt useful in her profession.

"Easy now." She whispered. "Both of your Pokemon are fine. They are recovering at the Pokemon Center, and are doing far better than you." Her eyes wandered to his vitals, with a satisfied hum she took the oxygen mask off of his face. "But you are doing much better as well, just needed some rest is all. How do you feel?"
 
The relief that Riley felt upon learning that Luma was alright was tempered by the pain that any such expression of that relief brought. It wasn't worth trying to correct her error with regards to Chikorita in this case either, since he wasn't in much of a position to get in a heated discussion about it either. At least he did not have that on his conscience to worry about.

His head turned slightly to face the nurse as she took off his oxygen mask. His breathing still wasn't what it used to be, but at least he was breathing. ""'Ow', or something like it," he replied after a moment before breaking into a small cough. It seemed smart to try and keep his sentences short, both for his lack of breath as well as his headache. That was probably nothing new to the nurse though.

Then Riley fell silent once more. He was a bit less of a conversationalist in this state, and wasn't quite there to catch up with everything as of yet.
 
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