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((Those Plasma bastards. Also, I figure that the explosion's intensity was magnified by sudden exposure to Gorm's regenerative Aura. Given that Zack hasn't had to create a lethal explosion for a while, he was unable to properly counteract Gorm's power and it directly fed into the blast.

So really, it was mostly Sage Aura doing the booming ninja ))

((Well.... Time skip AWAY! biggrin ))

Luka had managed to make his way to Castelia without any problems. After all, the road was still perfectly fine and he was used to biking between Nacrene and Castelia. He'd done the trip across the Great Sky Arrow Bridge numerous times a few days back so it didn't faze him in the slightest. In fact, he thought he covered the journey in record time and it felt good to be back in Castelia. It wasn't the same as when he'd returned to Nacrene but he felt refreshed to be away from everything that had happened.

He made his way to the Pokémon Centre and healed his Pokémon just to make sure that they were all completely okay after everything that had happened. So, Luka was back in Castelia and it was time for him to continue his journey. Just where that journey would take him was a different kettle of Alomamola.

((On a side note, happy birthday Jump.))

((Well, there goes my editing privileges. Looks like you guys'll have to moderate the RP without me dramallama

@Richhead- Turns out it was some stupid way that they were sending out the limited editions; steel case comes one day, everything else comes the other. Either way, I feel justified at being pissed off with them.

Also, my laptop should be getting fixed today. I've ordered the parts and I'm a technical ******** these days so it should be working soon. If not, well, it's not like I'm missing anything here. Uni work, on the other hand, is kinda taking a nosedive

P.S. Post, you criminal scum aka everyone))

"Ya should defitly sue Ma!" shouted the voice of a scrawny, wiry looking man. He lead the pack of several similar looking people. All followed by the rumbling of steps, like an earthquake embodied in a large form.

"Mm," groaned the large figure dressed in a white dress with pink flowers. The large mass of flesh bags and bulges looked more akin to a Wailord than a person, but she reacted and 'communicated' like a person.

"Cain't bah-lieve they woun't let ya on cuz yer too big, Ma. Simler events mah a**!" shouted the scrawny thing.
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Another groan of agreement from the 'creature' of a person.

"Ah odda kick dem in de-s**t!"

He tripped over a mass of flesh that slept upon masses of other fleshes. "Who da ******** left a Snorlax out here?!" he shouted as he got up and peered at the unkempt haired obese lad.

"I think dats a person, Teddy," said another man, dressed in flannel. Just as skinny as his brother.

"Hurry up," boomed the creature of nightmares, Ma. "I wanna eeaaat," the word dragged on, like it brought her pleasure, her voice raising to moan the word.

"Eatin' contest ain't till t'morrow, Ma. And we gotta get to Castelia first," Teddy said.

A groan of displeasure sounded from the large object of fleshy bags as she stepped passed Robby and onward, toward her goal.

((Oh cool, belated thank you's, guys! biggrin

And also, what Mar said. About moderating stuff. And also about school work. Hence my absent-ness. But I'm still around, and I shall post. Someday.))

Soon after the door was answered, standing before the trio of Redgraves was a fourth one. (and the world ended)

Kero Redgrave, an older man, if his hair was short people might claim he looked akin to his son. Ponytail and mismatched eyes, stubble that composed a beard. He'd been busy that day, probably working on his bike. A habit he'd picked up in his off days. Oil stained muscle shirt and jeans, an apathetic look but his posture was at attention. To his subordinates, he was intimidating. To Zack? Who knew.

"Zack," Kero stated his greeting, his eyes moving to Elizabeth with a nod and then one to Katelyn. "Elizabeth, Katelyn. Helena's in her room. Dinner's ready."

The tall man stepped aside for them to enter, against the door pushing it fully back against the wall. "I don't see Wayne," he observed. Expecting an explanation, but one would have to know him to know that - the way Kero saw it Wayne should've been close enough, if not outright in, Castelia, right?

"Not a whole lot else to do but those sorts of things," Kero commented. Such was the life of a single man. No person to devote to with his kids growing up, doing their own thing. The grass, the lawn, was well taken care of. Trimmed daily to a perfect size, never over cut the lawnmower was set specifically. Watered, fertilized. The garden, out front anyways, was full of various flowers and pushes, but outback? It was closer to a farm. Fruits and vegetables grew, an excuse to avoid going to the store for such things.

Inside, the house was clean. The hallway holding pictures of the family together, at various ages. Kero's first wife, his second. A young Helena, a young Zack. Variations of those types together, with Kero thrown in in some of them.

Kero gestured toward the dining room. "Your sister helps on her off days, but there hasn't been any big missions since Sinnoh." An apathetic tone hid whatever sentiment he might've held toward such a position. Not a single muscle betrayed the illusion that he was simply stating such things as if they were no more than 'the way things are'.

"And you, Zack? It appears you've angered your wife and upset your child, or did I take that long to answer the door?"