[ though the surroundings of this tunneled hellscape are unsettling to say the least, Raihan having his team with him at full capacity has made it much more bearable than it could be. Duraludon may be his ace in battle, but it's Flygon that he relies on to get him around, which is perfect for when the floor suddenly starts to get swallowed up into lava. it's hot, but he's surely not the only one trapped in this tunnel - he's heard someone else's voice in distress, and he'll be damned if he leaves them behind.
those who are starting to fatigue from running or have found themselves trapped will hear Raihan's voice, calling out from further within the tunnel to get their attention. riding on Flygon's back through the air, they fly lower to the ground as he leans down to let his arm down within reach as they approach. he'll circle around if he misses, sure, but time is of the essence... and it'll look cool. ]
Take my hand, now!
ii. dreaming big
[ the nightmares Raihan has encountered so far have been navegable so far, but he's yet to see something personalized. that's probably for the best, but he can't expect it to last forever - he's expecting something grim and terrifying, but what he stumbles across is far more unsettling.
his colleagues.
two women sit at a table, seemingly unaware of the pulsating flesh tunnels as they sip their afternoon tea. one is middle aged, dressed warmly in a parka and boots. the other is elderly, siting with an open parasol resting over her shoulder; both look up from their cups to smile knowingly in Raihan's direction.
"Well, if it isn't the 'great' Raihan," says the older woman, sneering slightly. "Won't you join us?" asks the other. "We heard that you've been through some chilling ordeals!"
Heh, yeah... As good as it is to see you two, I'll have to pass. [ he looks more than a bit uncertain, looking between the two of them. even if they're nightmares, he still feels like he has to be on his best behaviour... he even stands up a little straighter. ] Not exactly the time or place for tea, don't you think?
[ the two look at each other knowingly, their shared tea set shattering with a series of loud cracks. suddenly, their bodies begin to evaporate into two swirling storm clouds that start to take shapes that are all too familiar. Raihan jumps back to make space when he sees them, and for good reason - they suddenly explode in crackling electricity to solidify into two gargantuan creatures: a sea monster with a bone-chilling aurora circling it, and a living cake tower, both pushing 90 feet in size. they both let out screeching cries that ring through the tunnels, staggering both Raihan and Duraludon. one Gigantamaxed opponent is manageable, but two might be pushing it... as if that will stop them. ]
Alright, I get it... If you lot can Gigantamax, so can we!
[ though it appears that Raihan is recalling Duraludon to his Pokéball, the capsule soon begins to glow with a reddish-pink light, resonating with the band on his hand. it grows to three times its normal size, and he grins wildly before giving it a toss into the air ahead. ]
Let's show them what you can do, Duraludon!
[ and similar to the way his opponents grew to jaw-dropping sizes, Duraludon does as well - a swirl of dark stormclouds appears over his head as he rises taller into the air, glowing and crackling with energy until the transformation subsides and he his the ground with an earth-shaking slam, revealing his new, 100-foot tall form. he lets out a roar that rings just as loud as the Lapras and Alcremie had, ready for battle.
whatever trepadation had glossed over Raihan's face has now melted away into pure determination and excitement, his eyes wild as he prepares for the ensuing battle. he's confident, but the fact of the matter is that it is two against one, and he's at a type advantage at that. he might need some help... ]
[ in an attempt to lighten the mood some, you'll recieve a text with a photo attached - of Raihan, posing for a selfie with a smoldering, fanged grin as he lounges on the rest stop seats. there don't seem to be any nightmares around here, so why not try to get some laughs? ]
are we gonna talk about the fact that these are teeth or what
iv. wildcard.
[ hit me with something different! Raihan and his Pokémon are available for help with fighting back against nightmares, but will also exchange phone numbers with anyone that is willing to, so feel free to text or call him as well! if you have his number, feel free to assume he's sent a good-looking selfie to start the conversation. ]
no subject
[ though the surroundings of this tunneled hellscape are unsettling to say the least, Raihan having his team with him at full capacity has made it much more bearable than it could be. Duraludon may be his ace in battle, but it's Flygon that he relies on to get him around, which is perfect for when the floor suddenly starts to get swallowed up into lava. it's hot, but he's surely not the only one trapped in this tunnel - he's heard someone else's voice in distress, and he'll be damned if he leaves them behind.
those who are starting to fatigue from running or have found themselves trapped will hear Raihan's voice, calling out from further within the tunnel to get their attention. riding on Flygon's back through the air, they fly lower to the ground as he leans down to let his arm down within reach as they approach. he'll circle around if he misses, sure, but time is of the essence... and it'll look cool. ]
Take my hand, now!
ii. dreaming big
[ the nightmares Raihan has encountered so far have been navegable so far, but he's yet to see something personalized. that's probably for the best, but he can't expect it to last forever - he's expecting something grim and terrifying, but what he stumbles across is far more unsettling.
his colleagues.
two women sit at a table, seemingly unaware of the pulsating flesh tunnels as they sip their afternoon tea. one is middle aged, dressed warmly in a parka and boots. the other is elderly, siting with an open parasol resting over her shoulder; both look up from their cups to smile knowingly in Raihan's direction.
"Well, if it isn't the 'great' Raihan," says the older woman, sneering slightly. "Won't you join us?" asks the other. "We heard that you've been through some chilling ordeals!"
Heh, yeah... As good as it is to see you two, I'll have to pass. [ he looks more than a bit uncertain, looking between the two of them. even if they're nightmares, he still feels like he has to be on his best behaviour... he even stands up a little straighter. ] Not exactly the time or place for tea, don't you think?
[ the two look at each other knowingly, their shared tea set shattering with a series of loud cracks. suddenly, their bodies begin to evaporate into two swirling storm clouds that start to take shapes that are all too familiar. Raihan jumps back to make space when he sees them, and for good reason - they suddenly explode in crackling electricity to solidify into two gargantuan creatures: a sea monster with a bone-chilling aurora circling it, and a living cake tower, both pushing 90 feet in size. they both let out screeching cries that ring through the tunnels, staggering both Raihan and Duraludon. one Gigantamaxed opponent is manageable, but two might be pushing it... as if that will stop them. ]
Alright, I get it... If you lot can Gigantamax, so can we!
[ though it appears that Raihan is recalling Duraludon to his Pokéball, the capsule soon begins to glow with a reddish-pink light, resonating with the band on his hand. it grows to three times its normal size, and he grins wildly before giving it a toss into the air ahead. ]
Let's show them what you can do, Duraludon!
[ and similar to the way his opponents grew to jaw-dropping sizes, Duraludon does as well - a swirl of dark stormclouds appears over his head as he rises taller into the air, glowing and crackling with energy until the transformation subsides and he his the ground with an earth-shaking slam, revealing his new, 100-foot tall form. he lets out a roar that rings just as loud as the Lapras and Alcremie had, ready for battle.
whatever trepadation had glossed over Raihan's face has now melted away into pure determination and excitement, his eyes wild as he prepares for the ensuing battle. he's confident, but the fact of the matter is that it is two against one, and he's at a type advantage at that. he might need some help... ]
iii. but first... (text only)
[ in an attempt to lighten the mood some, you'll recieve a text with a photo attached - of Raihan, posing for a selfie with a smoldering, fanged grin as he lounges on the rest stop seats. there don't seem to be any nightmares around here, so why not try to get some laughs? ]
are we gonna talk about the fact that these are teeth or what
iv. wildcard.
[ hit me with something different! Raihan and his Pokémon are available for help with fighting back against nightmares, but will also exchange phone numbers with anyone that is willing to, so feel free to text or call him as well! if you have his number, feel free to assume he's sent a good-looking selfie to start the conversation. ]