Wintown

-She nods, frowning a bit.- -It was the night before I could go on my journey too...-

It's been 3000 years…

Wintown

-Jason relays the message, then resists the urge to hug her again out of sympathy.-

Jason:She's actually a pretty interesting gal to talk with.

Sekra Range

[pop] [pop]

Eridanus: Well, this is my choice. *cough* Just don't burn any trees.

Fox: <Oh hey hey! I guess I am going to face these guys in a batle.>

Forge: <You know, I've never used a certain thing before... I should make use of that. Especially since this is a Double Battle.>

"Screw it, I AM going to enjoy this game!"

Wintown

"Oh... That's awful... Where do you live? Wild Scyther aren't very common as far as I know."

Sekra Range

Lane:And here are mine of course.

Hugo:<It has been too long since our last battle.>

Guard Armor:<Indeed my flaming friend.>

Wintown — Yesterday

-Whatever smile Sarah had fades.-

Sarah: ...Seems to be a trend in my family...

-She hugs Marie-

Wintown — Today

Sarah: Sounds good to me~

-She looks around for a cafe.-

Yo Herbs, would this be a bad time for Lucius to get a Sneasel to the face? Or was that you signing off?

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Wintown, Night, Past

Prowler bows."It is my pleasure to meet you, Emperor. I don't believe that you have a Stand, do you?"

She then walks up to his Tropius and reaches her hand out, to nuzzle.

Wintown Cafe, Past

Marie hugs her back, tight, tears streaming down her face."It's so good to see you again."

edited 11th Jul '14 7:27:56 AM by MHMhasf1998

Wintown

-I'm from Kalos. Snowbelle City, to be specific.-

edited 11th Jul '14 7:25:47 AM by Weirdguy149

It's been 3000 years…

Go ahead and Sneaselise him.

Wintown

-Lucius has long since lost track of Bishop, and seeing as the Scizor is nowhere to be found in the hotel, has resorted to wandering around the town aimlessly.-

Lucius: Damn it, where has he run off to? This is the first time he's just flat out bailed on me, and without even stopping to explain why...

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Wintown

-While looking around for a suitable Cafe-

Tori: "Alright... How about that one?"

---

-Blitz, still followed by his Growlithe and Lairon, come across the Jason-Weird-Sakura group-

Blitz: "Hey everyone."

Wintown, last night.

-The Emperor chuckles.-

Blue Emperor:I assure you I am not that dangerous. And what of yourself? The name Prowler carries an air of...shady business.

-Decade allows himself to be pet.-

Wintown

-Once more, message delivered.-

Jason:Oh, hey there, dude!

edited 11th Jul '14 7:30:32 AM by Skyzerk

Sweeeet.

Wintown

-Crewe is perched atop a building when she sees Lucius-

<... !!!>

-bwaCRASH!-

Lucius's head

-there is now a Sneasel here-

<HERBERT!>

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Sekra Range

Eridanus: Very well then. I guess I can either win or lose... [beat] Fox! Trap that Flareon! Forge, paralyze Escavalier before it tries something stupid!

Fox whips up a sand tornado that then is flung at Flareon.

Meanwhile, Escavalier can expect a sphere of static electricity if he fails to dodge.

"Screw it, I AM going to enjoy this game!"

Wintown

Lucius: GAAAAAH!

-Lucius flails helplessly for several moments, swatting at the sudden Sneasel sitting atop his skull before realising who it is.-

Lucius: Wait... Crewe? Is that - wait, who am I kidding, of course it's really you. Nobody else would make an entrance like that... anyway, where the hell did you run off to? It's been months since we last ran into each other!

edited 11th Jul '14 7:34:56 AM by Herbert40k

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Wintown

"I see... Well, I have a Scizor myself so it's a bit sad to know that you're afraid of them, they aren't all bad."

Sekra Range

-Both mon dodge their respective attack.-

Lane:Hugo, roast that ball of metal! Guard, bash the Trapinch

-The Flareon belches a Flamethrower at the Magnamite while the Escavalier lowers his head and charges at Fox.-

Under a Lawyer's desk

Rosary: <Asking nicely? Not... exactly, but they did kinda turn up and tell me to leave town or else demand a ton of money from my friends, so...>

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

Under a Lawyer's desk

Fletchinder: <In that case, we will meet in court in the afternoon. Your case has been prepared for you.>

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Wintown — Past

-Sarah holds the hug-

Sarah: ...I guess if I ever knew you before, it would have been when I was too young to remember...

Wintown — Present

Sarah: Sounds good!

-She gets up and heads toward the cafe-

Wintown

-Crewe yelps and scrambles off his head yo avoid being swatted. She hops down to the ground and switches back to human form, grinning-

Of course it's me, numbskull! How many other teleporting Sneasel do you know?

-she gives a laugh suspiciously similar to a cackle-

Ha, you should've seen your face! That never gets old.

-she twiddles her green scarf between her fingers-

Oh, I've been doing... stuff. Rayquaza stuff.

-she pulls him into a hug-

It's good to see you, Herbert.

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Wintown

-I know... I just have trauma from it.

It's been 3000 years…

Wintown Hotel, last night

-Straw just nods his head half asleep-

Mmhmm...that's great. But...I kinda need sleep. Night...

-He goes back to sleep-

Present

-Straw is less asleep, and is around-

Wintown

Jason:It's understandable. Don't worry.

-Pat pat.-

Wintown

-Lucius looks rather surprised by Crewe's sudden hug, but decides that he isn't going to ruin the moment by resisting.-

Lucius: It's good to have you back. Even if it means more headaches in my immediate future.

-He pulls away, scratching the back of his neck as he does.-

Lucius: Though I should probably point out that it's Lucius now. Not Herbert. I had a... well, let's just say it's a long story.

edited 11th Jul '14 7:43:17 AM by Herbert40k

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.