Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190509204551/@comment-27344811-20190510134412

aaaaand guess who else just happens to stop by the gas station (it's for interaction shut up)

the supervessel docks itself.

And unfortunately for Malware, he isn't too familiar with the Proto-Truck in its ship mode- he's sen it briefly, but isn't something that struck out to him at all.

The ramp extends and the doors open. Malware tudges outwards, before turning two other mechamorphs.

"Spyware, you shall go inside and see if they have any of the proper medication for Virus, and those things Bootleg craves so. Kilobyte, you shall deposit this credit-" Malware flicks something over to a very small lad. A small lad smaller than a teenager. "-and refuel us. Make sure that you do the right kind of fuel this time, understand?"

"Okay." he walks off.

"Mnnngh, I do not understand the appeal he finds in those.... parts."

"Yes, he refues to divulge any information on what they are for- and I would rather keep it this way." Malware walks up the ramp and back inside as Spyware scuttles on his four, insect-like legs. - A black ring finds itself traveling to a planet with little to no sunlight, to the outside of a castle.... -- And deep under the sea, Kyogre moves with grace in his domain.

He's a bit nervous today. The land has been shaking with rage, but what for? It is very odd, even for Groudon. He is never this angry... he thinks. He's always angry, but this many earthquakes?

And that's when he sees the blue light....

Magma pops and boils as Groudon growls, his eyes glowing a dee, deep maroon, and a giant ring wrapped onto his finger.

The lava slowly turns red...