Slateport Center
<Geeze, uh. WOW... Look, um, if there's anything I said, or worse did while I was playing one of these games that somehow adversely affected your world. I'm really really sorry, I had no clue.>
-Shinobi shakes his head-
<Shesh, I've talked to a legendary before, but never someone from an entirely different universe... Um. I hope you're adjusting okay>
Beach
"Hope your day's been better than mine..."
-Tori gives the Numel pets to distract herself-
"Didn't know you had a Numel"
edited 25th Jan '15 6:58:14 PM by BlitzTrain
Dragonscorched Island
Selene: Wait, how is it still- Oh. Oh, they're nearby.
Earwen: Most dragons do not stir unless their hoard is disturbed.
Satele: <Heavy sleepers, those dragons.>
-Beach-
-is walking around, spots Tori and Lane, and runs over-
Tori! Lane! When did you guys get into Slateport?
Slateport
(Without a word, Hephaestus struggles his way out of Salvador's grasp and attempts to run for it. I say attempts - you can only go so fast when you're wearing towering platform shoes.)
Tastes better on the way back down.???
-a blonde is making her way towards a Doctor-
The Diner
-A certain Doctor (no, not that one) is sitting in a booth, perusing his options.-
Cid: Hm. Ribeye. I like ribeye.
The Diner
-a girl with one eye sits across from Cid-
Kirsten: Never get a ribeye in a diner, unless it's chicken fried.
-her voice sounds rather hoarse-
Beach
Lane:Yeah...I...caught her on...New Year's day...
-He blushes as he remembers kissing Tori that day.-
Ashe:<Ashe, my name is. What name have you?>
-Lane notices Rebecca.-
Oh! Rebecca! Hey! We just got here the other day...hehe...
edited 25th Jan '15 7:07:02 PM by Skyzerk
Slateport
Hepheastus may trip over Salvadors hair in his silly attempt to get away from him.
I'm having to learn to pay the priceSlateport Pokemon Center
<Yeah, I can imagine....>
-The Greninja stops himself-
<Actually, no. Being suddenly turned into a pokemon against your will and doing so every time the moon is out has nothing on whatever happened to get you here. Wow.>
Beach
"Oh, cool. Nice to meet you Ashe, I'm Tori"
-She continues to pet at Medd shows up-
"Oh, hi, just got here yesterday actually"
edited 25th Jan '15 7:09:29 PM by BlitzTrain
So something's disturbed their hoard, grand.
-Pent steels himself and presses deeper into the ruins-
I don't remember any caves around here though... There might be deeper inwards.
-There is the sound of something falling over elsewhere in the ruins-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Slateport
(With a brief yelp of shock, Hephaestus tumbles head-over-heels and lands in on his elbow in a distinctly uncomfortable position. Both his mask and his Pokéballs come loose and roll on the ground, but he makes no attempt to grab them, being too preoccupied with his newly-acquired pain and confusion.)
Tastes better on the way back down.The Diner
Cid: Indeed. That's why I pointed it out.
-He sets his menu aside.-
Cid: But that's not why I called you here.
-He pushes his glasses back up his nose.-
Cid: I assume the condition of your throat does not reflect your overall health?
Dragonscorched Island
Earwen: Ah, reminds me of the Timeless Isle...
Satele: <And me without a Moonblast...>
Selene: If nothing else, you can use Sunny Day and I can Moonblast them.
edited 25th Jan '15 7:14:21 PM by DuneTheWanderer
-Beach-
Oh, cool. I flew in with Eskay a couple of days ago. I seem to have lost track of him since then though.
-shrugs and flops down next to Lane-
Ah well. So, what've you two been up to?
The Diner
Kirsten: No. That was due to...
NI HQ, Showers
-she is screeching in a loud, howling banshee call that would make an Exploud jealous-
Kirsten: SKREEEEEAAAAAAAAAGH!
Juliet: -has the podcast she is listening to turned aaaaaaaaaaall the way up-
The Diner
Kirsten: Methods of expressing myself.
Slateport Pokemon Center
<Yeah, born human, ticked off a semi-malevolent magical entity that turned me into a Froakie, thought my life was over for a bit actually. But some people in the J-team kind of took me in and things have smoothed out since then.>
-Shinobi indicates the wide bandage on his chest-
<Hasn't all been pleasant, but considering how things could have turned out I'm generally pretty happy with my situation>
And can leave it at that or continue later so you can sleep Umbra
edited 25th Jan '15 7:27:36 PM by BlitzTrain
The Diner
Cid: ... Hm.
-He takes a picture from his pocket, places it on the table, and slides it across the table.-
Cid: This is who I'd like you to take care of. His name is Darien Bunansa. He is my son.
-The picture looks like what Cid would have looked thirty years ago, was healthy, and had light brown hair instead of grey.-
If all goes well we shouldn't even need a Moonblast.
-There is a faint sound of scrambling elsewhere in the ruins before the unmistakeable flapping of wings of an incoming flying dragon-type or dragon-like-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Beach
Lane:-smiling a bit-Not much...still kinda exploring...though I was gonna poke around Route 110 a little tomorrow...
Ashe:<Another female, she does approach...know many ladies, you seem to.>
Lane:>_>
The Diner
-Kirsten observes the photograph-
Kirsten: ...take care of. I don't assume you mean that he's sick, do you?
-she smirks-
The Diner
Cid: The boy's never been sick a day in his life.
-He cleans his glasses.-
Cid: He's become... more of a nuisance than I could have anticipated. I now need him to stop. How that's accomplished...
-He puts his glasses back on.-
Cid: I leave to your discretion.
Dragonscorched Island
-Earwen's brow furrows, Selene jumps a little, and Satele hits the floor.-
The Diner
Kirsten: ...I see.
-she smiles, widely, genuinely excited-
Kirsten: When you say "to my discretion", do you mean that...?
Ah, something about genetic melding and trying to find some suitable friends for a younger, genetically-melded version of myself. I didn't ask much while I was there.
-He shrugs and picks at some of the wreckage-
Still a bit warm...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.