Professor Illia Vised took a moment to admire her handiwork, a small smile of grim satisfaction playing around her lips – which was a very dangerous place for a smile to be playing – before tugging the pickaxe out of the Sneasaldo’s forehead with a grunt of effort.
“Good riddance tae bad rubbish.”
Who needed Flying-types when they had a good tool and a strong arm? A run-up, a quick leap, an arm around the neck as the other swang the pickaxe. The CROSSIL’s body was toppling to the floor before it even realised what she’d done, let alone attempted to mount any kind of defence. One down, Arceus only knew how many more to go.
Illia returned the pickaxe to the holster at her waist, grabbing the business end of the curious firehose-like object attached to her bulky backpack. “Alreet, which one a ye needs healin’ nae?” She scanned the battlefield, her single eye leaping from one knot of combatants to another. Her wandering gaze came to a screeching halt at the sight of a Sneasler engaged in fierce claw-to-claw combat with an Armazolt. And she was losing.
“Bella! Hold on, me lass, ah’m coming!”
The professor charged through the chaos towards her Sneasler – her lab assistant, her best friend, her first successful experiment – seemingly unheeding of the fire, thunder, poison, and ice flying through the air. Illia’s backpack began to hum as she switched the firehose into the ‘ready’ position, pointing the end towards Belladonna. With a heavy ‘thunk’, she pushed the lever forward. A red stream of light leapt from the hose and connected with the Sneasler’s body, bathing it in a warm glow. At once, the wounds on her body began to close up.
Illia’s smile widened, becoming almost wicked. The remains of a Pokemon Center’s healing unit, one of her own resurrection machines, a chunk of Dynamax crystal, and a little something scavenged from a ruined engineer’s shop had made this device – not to mention her own cunning brain. Days of hard work, multiple failures, all lead to this. The ultimate portable healing device. The medipack.
Belladonna let out a cry of triumph as she felt new energy flow through her body.
“Dire Claw! Aim fer tha soft underbelly!”
“Snee-ah!” The Sneasler’s claws flashed out, catching the Armazolt just below its armoured chest. It staggered back and fell, paralysed by the attack.
“Weel dain!” Illia kept the medipack aimed at Belladonna, pouring yet more healing energy into her body. “Now, Stalker! Burn ‘em before they geet up agin!”
One of the Fiery Stalkers in Illia’s little army answered her call, wheeling around and cantering towards them. The Typhlosion body raised its arm, a ball of eerie purple fire gathering around its hand. It bought the arm down sharply, releasing a stream of fire towards the downed enemy CROSSIL. The unleashed Flamethrower had it blazing merrily; the Stalker followed up with a Flame Charge, crushing the Armazolt under its fiery hooves before leaving its victim behind in the dirt, its wild charge carrying it into battle with a Snolororus.
“Hah! If only the stoatin’ Cara Liss could see us now, eh?” Illia whooped as she shared a triumphant hi-five with Belladonna. “She wouldna know whit hit her!”
Not too far away, Illia’s Toxicroak and Runerigus were tag-teaming CROSSILs with the help of Cold Snipers. Masked Prowlers darted in and out of the melee, gleefully spreading their parasites to any Bug-type or Omanyte line that crossed their path. Above her, two Blossom Drifters played tug-of-war with a Telestar, blissfully immune to its attempts to eat their brains; after all, Illia was fairly sure that they had none. At least, not in their heads.
“Now. Which way to Cerulean City, eh?”
tornait-hashu
Curdola is underrated for horror elements
me likey
Revolutionary_Swim38
So, Illia is the Medic now. You mentioned her Medigun variant has a dynamax crystal in it, does that mean she can potentially dynamax her pokemon wherever she wants, even outside of Galar? Would that be her version of an Ubercharge?
Rinzukesa
Daaaaaamn I love it
boocati
What in the Aurorous h. Goodra Cursola is going on here?
CrimsonPresents
My boy looks so sad…how hurt him?
VacuumMeHead
ah yes, manmade horrors beyond what the mind is capable of understanding
12oyalpain
Looooooooove it^10
BlancsAssistant
This thing needs to be taken out back and put down from the looks of it
KamenRiderGemn15
….Every single CROSSIL post, whether fan or original, I am just tempted to join and use them in my own story just to see what I can do to fuck around and find out. And it keeps getting stronger. So thanks!
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*Crack.*
Professor Illia Vised took a moment to admire her handiwork, a small smile of grim satisfaction playing around her lips – which was a very dangerous place for a smile to be playing – before tugging the pickaxe out of the Sneasaldo’s forehead with a grunt of effort.
“Good riddance tae bad rubbish.”
Who needed Flying-types when they had a good tool and a strong arm? A run-up, a quick leap, an arm around the neck as the other swang the pickaxe. The CROSSIL’s body was toppling to the floor before it even realised what she’d done, let alone attempted to mount any kind of defence. One down, Arceus only knew how many more to go.
Illia returned the pickaxe to the holster at her waist, grabbing the business end of the curious firehose-like object attached to her bulky backpack. “Alreet, which one a ye needs healin’ nae?” She scanned the battlefield, her single eye leaping from one knot of combatants to another. Her wandering gaze came to a screeching halt at the sight of a Sneasler engaged in fierce claw-to-claw combat with an Armazolt. And she was losing.
“Bella! Hold on, me lass, ah’m coming!”
The professor charged through the chaos towards her Sneasler – her lab assistant, her best friend, her first successful experiment – seemingly unheeding of the fire, thunder, poison, and ice flying through the air. Illia’s backpack began to hum as she switched the firehose into the ‘ready’ position, pointing the end towards Belladonna. With a heavy ‘thunk’, she pushed the lever forward. A red stream of light leapt from the hose and connected with the Sneasler’s body, bathing it in a warm glow. At once, the wounds on her body began to close up.
Illia’s smile widened, becoming almost wicked. The remains of a Pokemon Center’s healing unit, one of her own resurrection machines, a chunk of Dynamax crystal, and a little something scavenged from a ruined engineer’s shop had made this device – not to mention her own cunning brain. Days of hard work, multiple failures, all lead to this. The ultimate portable healing device. The medipack.
Belladonna let out a cry of triumph as she felt new energy flow through her body.
“Dire Claw! Aim fer tha soft underbelly!”
“Snee-ah!” The Sneasler’s claws flashed out, catching the Armazolt just below its armoured chest. It staggered back and fell, paralysed by the attack.
“Weel dain!” Illia kept the medipack aimed at Belladonna, pouring yet more healing energy into her body. “Now, Stalker! Burn ‘em before they geet up agin!”
One of the Fiery Stalkers in Illia’s little army answered her call, wheeling around and cantering towards them. The Typhlosion body raised its arm, a ball of eerie purple fire gathering around its hand. It bought the arm down sharply, releasing a stream of fire towards the downed enemy CROSSIL. The unleashed Flamethrower had it blazing merrily; the Stalker followed up with a Flame Charge, crushing the Armazolt under its fiery hooves before leaving its victim behind in the dirt, its wild charge carrying it into battle with a Snolororus.
“Hah! If only the stoatin’ Cara Liss could see us now, eh?” Illia whooped as she shared a triumphant hi-five with Belladonna. “She wouldna know whit hit her!”
Not too far away, Illia’s Toxicroak and Runerigus were tag-teaming CROSSILs with the help of Cold Snipers. Masked Prowlers darted in and out of the melee, gleefully spreading their parasites to any Bug-type or Omanyte line that crossed their path. Above her, two Blossom Drifters played tug-of-war with a Telestar, blissfully immune to its attempts to eat their brains; after all, Illia was fairly sure that they had none. At least, not in their heads.
“Now. Which way to Cerulean City, eh?”
Curdola is underrated for horror elements
me likey
So, Illia is the Medic now. You mentioned her Medigun variant has a dynamax crystal in it, does that mean she can potentially dynamax her pokemon wherever she wants, even outside of Galar? Would that be her version of an Ubercharge?
Daaaaaamn I love it
What in the Aurorous h. Goodra Cursola is going on here?
My boy looks so sad…how hurt him?
ah yes, manmade horrors beyond what the mind is capable of understanding
Looooooooove it^10
This thing needs to be taken out back and put down from the looks of it
….Every single CROSSIL post, whether fan or original, I am just tempted to join and use them in my own story just to see what I can do to fuck around and find out. And it keeps getting stronger. So thanks!
So he angy?