The little girl had reached the end the entrance to a sidestreet. A blissey emerged, and I heard someone yell 'Softboiled! Quickly!'. It was Jonny. He didn't look much older, but much the worse for wear. We couldn't be too far in the future, but clearly the world had been in chaos for a while.
Blissey started to glow, and as the egg in it's pouch shone white, Azurill's cries became less painful. Older Jonny handed Blissey a six-pack of big bottles of lemonade, and then began frantically spraying her with pink bottles (Hyper potions?). 'Now the others! Help everyone you can!'
Blissey began chugging lemonade for all she was worth, restoring her health as quickly as she gave it away, and the light from her egg intensified, sending healing beams out, back down the side road, to Azurill, and off down the street, striking other Pokémon that were emerging, backing towards us, or being helped along by desperate looking people. I recognized a ruin maniac, several bug catchers, hex maniacs, a rich boy, a group of aroma ladies, sobbing young trainers, a few people from college and school, all manner of Pokémon, and, flying above the crowd, providing cover from falling debris and blasts shooting by over head, a mighty, roaring Charizard, being ridden by slightly older Ragnarok. He shouted something down to a Garchomp leading the group up the road. It nodded and ran off, I have no idea where.
The shadow over us lifted, restoring a half-light to our surroundings, as there was a tremendous crashing sound, and the city shook. I turned to see a building turn to dust as something huge skidded down the street towards us. A huge green claw slid to a stop a little behind us, and as the dust settled, I saw the rest of the huge green dragon, lying still on the ground, scarred and roaring. Rayquaza's eyes weren't even swirls. They were closed. His roar gave way to a whining groan, and it's attempt to lift it's head ended as it collapsed. We just looked on, in shock, but I heard future Ragnarok swear loudly, and fluidly.'T! Tempest! Are you there? Don't tell me you actually went up there on him! T!!!'
There was a yell from above, and a speeding bolt of some kind plummeted towards us. More dust and rubble flew into the air, as a crater exploded in the street.
'Oh you idiot! Jumping off? What did you think would happen! You'd float gently back to earth? When Spoinks fly!'
I saw an older version of me get up, dust himself off, and examine a tattered remnant of sleeve, where there was now nothing but a hardened, rounded, white shoulder, with a small pink gem in it. 'Damn, this was my favourite shirt. Don't worry, I'm ok...mostly. We each have to make use of what we have available. In my case, a shoulder that can survive almost anything.'
He saw us. 'Oh God, I forgot, this is when we turn up. For pity's sake, get out of here you lot! Fat lot of help we'll be if you get killed! Go on, move!'
He turned back to future Rag 'How's Don doing?'
'Don't know, last I heard....'
As they carried on in urgent whispers, I looked at Kirlia. 'They...they can see us. We're covered in dust from this terrible place, and I just warned us not to get killed. Are you sure we're just projections LOOKING at the future?'
'It..it is possible..that interference at this end..from Dialga and Palkia...has caused us to appear here fully.'
We waited, on tenterhooks, as Kirlia closed it's eyes and concentrated. 'It is impossible to shut down the Future Sight from this location. Temporal and Spacial distortion have pulled us fully in.'
At this point we were forced to run, because a bolt of pink energy hit the building next to us, and it began to dissolve into little specks of pink light. A man nearby pulled out a Pokéball, and said 'Go! Scizor!' before being struck by a beam of blue light, and a strange roar was heard. Scizor leapt from his ball, only to be dragged back inside, and for the man to tuck his ball away again. He then brought it out once more, summoned Scizor, and watched as it escaped and returned to it's ball. This continued in a loop, and we were forced to leave him, and flee up a side road. Pichu, squirming in Rag's hands, leapt free and tore off, desperate to escape the chaos. We chased after, and found ourselves in what had been Market square. Pichu had stopped short, confronted by a Pokémon. It should have been a dusclops, but it was completely black, with wisps of black energy wafting from it. It had a shadow ball in it's claw, and it was closing in on Pichu, who gave out a cry of fear, and fell backwards, sparks flying from it's cheeks in terror.
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