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Sub would follow up Chaos's attack rather quickly. The beast would snatch the Mightyena out of the air as it dove at him with a Crunch attack, the pathetic excuse for a Pokemon was then smacked into the Kecleon with a Rock Smash as the Tyranitar swung its mighty tail. And then, for good measure, Sub ordered a final attack. "Hyper Beam." He said with a smirk as the monster blasted the pair of Pokemon through a wall with a beam of pure energy, the two thugs standing their in disbelief as their Pokemon were decimated by a very pissed off trainer and his equally angry Pokemon. "Run." The Snagem Leader said to the thugs with a scowl, the pair not wasting time on debating as they fled through the new hole in the wall, chasing after their Pokemon.

"Now, where is the coward that mugged my cousin." Sub said to himself as he walked further into the building, down dark and dingy hallways, and up creaky stairs that felt like they would cave in at any moment, he was certain to recall Monstressor before going up, he didn't want him to fall through the floor, he didn't need anymore problems right now, he had enough as it were.

"Yeah, boss, he should be heading your way with the goods soon." A voice spoke from the next room, Sub stopped at the doorway as he heard someone speaking. As he leaned over towards the doorway he attempted to eavesdrop on the conversation. "I think it belongs to those guys that can catch another dude's Pokemon. Uh...what were their names...I don't remember. Any who, boss, maybe we could take it apart or something and make our own?" The person in the room spoke, there was no reply that Sub could hear from whoever he spoke to.

Sub had a gut feeling that this was the guy he was looking for, and the goods he spoke of was Toren's Snag Machine, he was going to make this jackass pay. "Hello." He simply said as he stepped into the room, another bald thug, this one however seemed different, he couldn't put his finger on it though. Regardless, Sub would see who this person was talking to, or rather what, some sort of P*DA device. "Whoa! Who are you!? Gloom! Sleep Power!" The guy shouted as he tossed out a Pokeball and released his Gloom, the Pokemon instantly shaking its petals to release a thick cloud of power.

"So it was you..." Sub said with a glare as Griswold the Spiritomb came forth from his shadow and consumed him whole, the two disappearing. Once the Sleep Powder settled, Sub would reemerge, noticing that his target got away. "Dammit, that jerk ran off...well hello there." He said as he noticed that the thug dropped his device in his flight. "This may come in handy." He said pocketing the device, then taking out his own SNAG and noticing it working then. With that in mind, he summoned forth Claydol and teleported out of that dump, he was going to find that guy and make him pay even if it was the last thing he did.

From the hallway peered a totally harmless Furret hybrid. Beneath his bangs, his eyes were honed keenly on Darts. He did not know Darts, or know of his many quirks. At the moment, he didn't care because one thing was glaringly obvious.

"...Shiny."

Darts, keen though his new senses were, had no experience with them because of his freshness as a hybrid.He enters the domicile at an easy pace, heading confidently towards the kitchen in search of some coffee. It was like an ache underneath his skin that constant summons back to Distortion World, pulsing like an evil drumbeat. Coffee kept it at bay a little but Darts was still so cautious with everything, holding back, as if he were cautious of tearing the world apart with a gesture. Coffee. He rummages the cabinet when he gets to the kitchen, searching for it. He is intent on nothing but that.

Jude's tail twitched as Darts passed. He didn't follow -- like that Rayquaza hybrid and sometimes Blizzard, there was something inherently intimidating about him. Still, he watched where he stood, sorting through what few Pokemon he knew about. This hybrid matched none of them.

"I don't suppose you're hear to reap all our souls?" he finally asked. "If you are, you'd want to talk to Sub about that."

The fur on the back of Jude's neck stood on end. A ghostly dragon like this wasn't someone you tried to negotiate with, so he fumbled through his pocket until he found the garnet he'd carved up himself, the size of a dime, and held it at eye level. "I, um. Um. I have this," he said.

"Scared? Nah, he isn't scared of you, he's just put off by your stench, your otherworldly stink." Sub said as he came up from behind Jude and leaned up against him. "What do you bath in? Ectoplasm or something?" He asked Darts.

Darts shoots a glare at Sub. He hadn't forgotten their debt. "I prefer to think of it as a mix of pure luck and deus ex machina." He glances at Jude askance. "Don't worry about the crest, I'm pretty sure it's not worth much for stabbing."

"Trying to sleep over here," Night grumbled from her spot on the couch with a soft snort before shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, "Mind keeping it down a bit before I rip all your tongues out?"