ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Hearthome, Before the Contest Hall - Past

Sergey chuckled

Sergey: "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

As he was saying this the Crustle came back, this time pulling a bigger tablet with the food.

Crustle: <There you go, food's ready. I hope its to you liking.>

Sergey took his Taiyaki and Langosch with a smile.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Route 211

Tex: "How'd you know I was... never mind. There's an extremely agressive and dangerous creature in the caves. I'm heading there now to try and take it down"

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Route 211

Siobhan: "Process of elimination plus random guess. Who other than the police carries riot shields?" -She pauses for a moment.- "What, did someone piss off the Gyarados down there again?"

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Tex: "Nah, the Gyrados isn't too much of a threat, I and 2 trainers took care of it pretty easily. I'm going after something more... unnatural."

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Route 211

Siobhan: "Unnatural?"

Gogmazios: <I blame our Professor overlords. They created something they couldn't handle and now need it cleaned up.>

Amatsumagatsuchi: <Shut up, Gog.>

Gogmazios: -now, inexplicably, wearing Barioth, who is wearing a tinfoil hat.- <YOU CAN'T STOP THE SIGNAL! THE MEN IN BLACK WILL NOT ->

Siobhan: -cuffs Gogmazios lightly behind the ear.- "Shut up, Gog. And stop wearing my Espeon as a hat."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Ember: <That's going to get old really quick.>

Sir Gerald: <Agreed>

Tex: "I'm afraid it's classified. If you must go, then it's better you have an escort than going it alone."

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Route 211

Amatsumagatsuchi: <Tell me about it. You don't have to live with him.>

Gogmazios: -Strikes a vindicated pose-

Siobhan: "Right... Eh. Might as well."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Ever's Box

Access: <I don't get it. You know the killer is a Xatu, so why not just—>

Merle: <Allow me to stop you right there.>

Access: <I will allow no such th—>

Merle used Thunder Wave!

Merle: <Firstly, while it probably is a Xatu based on the pattern of the killings Not to mention the fact that it is most likely another bird anyway, there's a possibility that it's a clever Girafarig or Gardevoir pulling some kind of scam.>

Access: <...>

Merle: <Secondly, do you have any clue how many Xatu there are in the world? They're not a particularly common species, sure, but it's not like I can just quiz every single one to see if they're committing murders in their spare time. Got it?>

Access: <...> -nods-

Merle: <Cool.> -hands Access a Cheri berry-

Access: -noms- <So how many mons have died?>

Merle: <Enough that a couple bird community leaders have been getting in touch with me to try and solve this case.>

Access: <...Is the number over nine—>

Merle used Thunder Wave!

Access: <Hey!>

Achievement unlocked!

Merle: <What, this again?>

The memes! They're over [REDACTED]!

For some reason your character has taken a liking to a particular meme... and annoys (or entertains) the rest with it.

Merle: <...What kind of—>

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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-Noelle is scribbling out a long, complicated equation-

Noelle: Carry the 3... then multiply by 4πr cubed... no, no, no...

Lily: Uh, why are you doing math on a day like this?

Noelle: That girl said my cute Pokémon are too big for Amity Square! So I'm going to prove her wrong by calculating the volume of a fully-inflated Drifloon vs. the volume of a Carbink to prove her wrong.

-Carbuncle is hovering nearby-

Carbuncle: <This... does... not... matter.>

Noelle: Yes it does! I am not going to have some jerk tell me you're not cute enough because you're too big! Now hold still, I need to get a few more measurements.

-Noelle gets out a tape measure-

Noelle: See, both are essentially spherical in shape so I should be able to use the formula for volume of a sphere to approximate, then I can add on the volume of that little cloud thing on Drifloon heads. The problem is, I can't find a good source to tell me the diameter of one!

Lily: Uh... you know you could just ask someone with a Drifloon to compare sizes, right? I mean, I hear they're popular with the gym leader.

Noelle: ...

-Noelle facepalms-

Noelle: I've been working on this for over a day! Why didn't I think of that?

Noelle: See, I have photographic evidence that a puffed-up Drifloon is larger than a Carbink! Now will you let me and Carby in?

Receptionist: Look, ma'am, we only allow cute Pokémon in here. Put your rock away.

Noelle: It is cute! Look at that little face, isn't it just adorable?

Carbuncle: <...>

Receptionist: It's a rock.

Noelle: It's a gemstone! And it's a Fairy type, those should be included here!

Receptionist: Unless you have a Clefairy, we don't need you here.

Noelle: This is an outrage! I won't stand for— Eep!

-Noelle is interrupted by Lily physically picking her up and hauling her out of the room-

Noelle: Hey! Put me down!

Lily: I was way too tired of listening to that argument. And you weren't going to win, trust me.

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

-Hajime notices his rice arrive-

Hajime: "Oh, thanks."

-He then gives his water to Buddy to stick his roots in-

-The Heal Pulse should hit its intended target-

-Lisa looks at the painting for a bit, though doesn't remark on Ren's looking at her-

-She does hear Galvani, however-

Lisa: <Take a wild guess.>

-Ghostus is wandering around doing nothing of consequence when he runs into a Dusclops-

Ghostus: <Augh, hey, watch where you're going!>

Dusclops: <Me? I always go this route! You're the one who should know where they're going!>

Ghostus: <Bah, you get in my way, I can beat you.>

Dusclops: <Heh. You're a Haunter and you're threatening me? I've beaten all the Haunter around here easy.>

Ghostus: <Well, for your information, I am both not from here and quite able to kick your butt.>

Dusclops: <Pf, if you could, you'd already be a Gengar.>

Ghostus: <Hey, I can stay a Haunter if I want to!>

Dusclops: <Oh, you're one of the ones who doesn't want to evolve, huh? You think you can win battles that way?>

Ghostus: <I'll show you I don't need to be a Gengar to beat you!>

-He lobs a Shadow Ball at the Dusclops, who takes it square in the chest-

Dusclops: <...Oh you've done it now.>

-They lob one back at Ghostus-

You Bet We've Got Something Personal Against You!

Your character meets someone who immediately dislikes them for reasons that neither can explain.

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Hearthme, Sergey's Camp, Little SC-TS-Bubble

Sergey just came back from the contest, he searched for his normal clothing to change himself... only to notice his team standing there with faces tghat spoke of two things: 1st: Guilt; 2nd: Amusement

Mireille: ~Err... I'm sure you want your clothes right now... see we wanted to wash them... Arceus knows you were wearing it long enough.~

Sergey got a bad feeling, though just continued to listen

Mireille: ~Now you see... the stuff is clearly clean now, but somehow it also err... shrunk.~

She held out Sergey's Tee-Shirt... only that it was about half the size it should be causing Sergey's jaw to drop... which in turn caused Aicha to giggle... which in turn caused a Death Glare from Mireille.

Mireille: ~We've... bought you some other clothes... have a look. We even got some money of our own to buy them don't ask how... just don't ask.~

She pointed on his tent.

Mireille: ~They're in there.~

As Sergey got out again he wore the outfit of a pilot. Promting shaking heads from the team and a point to the tent again.

This time it was the outfit of a Depot Agent...

-Cue Chirping Crickets-

Now it was a... Maid... outfit... Sergey's face showed what he wanted to say.

Sergey: "Who even bought this?"

A giggle gave him the answer.

As he emerged again he wore the outfit of a Gamer, nice looking trenchcoat, Fedora everything. This time a universal thumps up.

Sergey: "Kay, seems I'll be wearing this from now on until I get my old stuff again."

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

Tex: "Alright, follow me"

-Tex continues walking on the path-

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This armor...

-Cid straightens himself in his chair. He's been developing a horrible habit of slouching lately.-

It's almost complete. One last item to finish the set - and that's the gauntlets. But that trail's cold. Last I had heard, they were on a Ranger transport heading to the Orange Islands, but that was years ago. The ship had never made port, and the stretch of ocean between the two is so huge that anything short of draining it all would make searching practical. Maybe he'd have to find a way to track traces of metal underwater. Perhaps Devon had developed something along those lines...

-He licks his thumb before working off a smudge on the chestplate.-

I won't be repeating the mistakes of the past, though - while the Golden Armor is powerful, it's not infallible. Even the weakest Pokemon with enough willpower can weaken the enslaving bond. Perhaps some enhancements could be made, just so long as nothing broke...

Hearthome

-Etran is walking out of the city, with plans to make it to Veilstone.-

Siobhan: "Okay then."

-She follows Tex.-

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

-There could be a short-ish brown haired, red eyed young man about with his Aggron. Or a Greninja with a scar on his side sitting in a tree playing on a portable gaming device after nightfall-

-Or there could be a blonde girl with ear-phones plugged into something in her pocket flying low overhead on a Flechinder-

-Either are open for meeting at some point-

Hearthome, Outside the Contest Hall - Past

as Sergey started eating he looked to Hajime and Blitz

Sergey: "So, what are your plans now? Also... I hope I didn't cause you trouble by making you come here."

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

-Blitz takes his bowl from the Crustle's tray, and blows on the dish a little to encourage it to cool to a temperature more comfortable for eating before smiling at the Crustle-

"Thanks! You can tell her it smells pretty good so far"

-He blows a little more, then turns to Sergey-

"No problem. I'm kind of between plans right now, to be honest... Mostly trying to take the rest of the month easy before things get chaotic again, I guess"

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Hearthome, Jason's Room

-Jason's lying on his side-

Eve:Jase...?

~go away...before I lose you too...~

Jay? Hey, stop talking about that. You aren-

~Everyone I'm near leaves at some point...i j u s t...c a n t...~

Jay?

~i l l j u s t...c u t t i e s ...~

Hey, Jay?

The Twins' Camp, outside Hearthome

Mary:KYAAA!

Dane:Sis!

-Dane bursts into the tent, what he sees makes him jump-

-His sister's body was becoming transparent...-

Mary:Dane...h...help...?

Dane:Ooooooh no. No no no no. What in the wo-

-He begins to recount his father's stories.-

...n...no.

-He grits his teeth and dashes out of the tent-

Hearthome

-Senshi is walking around-

Dane:SEN!

Senshi:~Wha- How do you know my na-~

Dane:No time, Jason, trouble, help, now!

Senshi:~Look kid, my trainer may not be feeling well, but that doesn't mean-~

-Dane runs up and whispers into his ear-

...

~How do you know about that~

Dane:No time, teleport!

-Blip!-

Celestic Town, Shun's House

In the living room of the Hontou household, Tantei is helping his grandson strap a bag of luggage to his wheelchair.

Tantei: You sure yer gonna be okay? I'm gonna be awful lonely with both my grandsons outta the house.

Kenji sighs, exasperated.

Kenji: Yes, I'll be fine. It's the Pokemon Rangers, Grandpa, not biohazard disposal.

Tantei: I 'spose. No more dangerous that what Shun's up ta. Is yer bag all packed?

Kenji: Of course it's packed. I wasn't about to drag it halfway across the region only to end up dragging it all the way back.

Tantei chuckles.

Tantei: Wouldn't put it past ya. Shun was about to land in Unova before he realised he'd forgotten his... well, I won't bore ya. Yer keen to get goin'. Take care of yerself, okay?

Kenji: Sure. Will do. Bye.

Tantei: Check in every once in a while, won't ya?

Kenji simply shrugs in response and rolls out of the house on his powered wheelchair, his bag strapped firmly to the back.

Celestic Town

As Kenji approaches the town's outskirts, his Poketch starts to speak as an avatar of a blue-haired anime girl pops up on the screen.

Rei: Y'know, lying to your grandpa's a pretty shitty thing to do.

Kenji: Urgh, I know. I don't need my Porygon lecturing me about it. What, would you rather I died of boredom here in Celestic?

Rei: No. I'm just wondering how you plan on getting to Hearthome. A lot of Sinnoh's routes aren't exactly handicapped-accessible.

Kenji: I'll figure something out. You and Motoko can take care of your poor defenceless trainer, right?

Rei: I accept no responsibility for whatever ends up happening to you. Most people choose a hobby that's less risky. And less insane.

Kenji: And less awesome.

Rei: That's debatable.

Kenji: Whatever. You're just jealous. Soon everybody in Sinnoh is going to be talking about how cool I am.

Rei: Again, debatable.

Kenji: I'll put you on mute if you keep mouthing off.

Rei: Go ahead. Have fun getting to Hearthome without your map, watch, or any of your other Poketch apps.

Kenji: Point taken.

He carries on towards Hearthome.

Route 212

Meanwhile, outside Hearthome, Kenji's brother is trying out a new hobby.

Morstan: ~I thought you didn't like fishing.~

Shun: I don't. Given that I am supposed to be on vacation, however, I decided that I ought to give it another try. It's supposed to be relaxing. One of those acceptable masculine pastimes.

He and Morstan stare silently at the water for about thirty seconds.

Shun: I don't see the appeal, myself.

Morstan: ~Where did you get the rod, anyway?~

Shun: One of the fishermen here was just handing them out. He seemed to have a whole bag full of them. I felt it would be rude of me to refuse.

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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.

Hearthome City

(Belinda is slouched in a chair outside a café, accompanied by another girl her age. Jason himself would recognise the other girl as Uzuri Blake, having met on his trip to FUAM, but even to Dane it should be obvious they're bored out of theur skulls.)

Tastes better on the way back down.

Thanks to Crewe for spagging this with me.

Hearthome City

-in the late hours of the afternoon, a grey-haired man and his Rhyperior are entering the city-

Lawrence: ...I had forgotten how time-consuming it can be to navigate Sinnoh's route system on foot. I'm not a young man anymore.

Epsilion: <Still, I didn't think walking would give you trouble after seeing you fight again.>

-Lawrence's hands clench into fists-

Lawrence: You saw what they did to my son. Am I supposed to stand idly by whilst my family is threatened? If I still had access to the resources I had whilst leading Neo-Galactic, finding and destroying them would be child's play.

-Epsilon frowns-

Epsilon: <We've had this conversation before... would it be worth inviting the threat of further revenge?>

Lawrence: ...No. You're right. This is Lucius's battle to fight, not mine. If he asks for my help, I will provide it, but until then I have other family matters to concern myself with.

-there is a small floop! from a nearby rooftop. A few moments later there is a considerably louder bwaCRASH! and there is now a Sneasel clinging to Lawrence's shoulder-

Crewe: <TITAN!>

-Lawrence staggers backwards in surprise, but after a few moments he gives a broad, sincere smile-

Lawrence: Ah, Crewe! I suppose I should have anticipated such an... enthusiastic greeting. Are you well?

-she purrs, settling herself into a more comfortable perch on his shoulder-

Crewe: <My aim is getting better! I can avoid the face like at least half the time now. Don't tell Lucius, though, so I can keep doing it to him without him knowing it's on purpose. I'm good! How are you?>

-Lawrence's smile falters-

Lawrence: ...Not so good. But we can talk about that later. For now, I am simply glad to see you again, and happy to hear that you are healthy and in high spirits. I feared you might have found yourself in similar circumstances to Lucius.

-Crewe's pleased purr abruptly changes to a low growl-

Crewe: <Nah. Anyone looking to use me as a battery would have to go through Chad. And also, me. 'Sides, whoever they are prob'ly don't even know who I am. S'not like I've been hanging out with the J-Team much lately.>

-she flexes her claws-

Crewe: <I'm gonna make 'em regret messing with my pack, though.>

Lawrence: I understand the sentiment. Even so, I would much rather you remained safe. I would hate to have been away for so long only to be forced to ground you upon my return.

-he smiles again. Crewe snorts-

Crewe: <You could try! I can teleport, and also I have, like, an army of birds that can also teleport, and also I am way sneaky.>

-she cocks her head thoughtfully-

Crewe: <Also, I don't have a room, so there's not really anywhere to ground me to, so there.>

-she grins and prods the side his head gently with one paw-

Crewe: <So I can go avenge my fruitcake whether you like it or not, hah!>

Lawrence: Then I suppose I will just have to ground him instead, for his own sake. Though I suspect that he would not take kindly to the idea.

-Crewe makes a valiant effort to hold back a giggling fit-

Crewe: <Oh man, oh man, I can just imagine the look on his face! He'd probably go out and pick a fight right then out of spite!>

-she devolves into loud purring, then nudges him-

Crewe: <So what've you been doing, Titan? Adventures? I bet you've been having adventures.>

Lawrence: You could call them that, I suppose. PEFE prefers the term "emergency rescue and relief services". I would imagine that it is not dissimilar to the work done by your Rayquaza Corps. Recently, however, I have been on an extended leave... for reasons that I imagine Lucius already explained to you.

-she cocks her head again-

Crewe: <Huh? No, he didn't tell me nothin' about you. He doesn't like to talk about you much, and also we got into a pillow fight and he almost passed out, it was totally embarrassing on his part.>

-she frowns-

Crewe: <Is something wrong?>

-Lawrence pauses for a moment, then sighs-

Lawrence: ...I will give the boy some credit for tact I did not know he possessed. Yes, I'm afraid there is a serious issue that we need to discuss.

-he gives Crewe a downcast look-

Lawrence: Do you mind becoming human for a moment? I would much rather have this conversation face-to-face.

-Crewe frowns and looks around-

Crewe: <Yeah, okay, but... like, can we go somewhere that's not a street first? 'M tryna be better about, like, changing in public.>

Lawrence: Certainly. This is probably not a conversation we should be having in public either. Do you know of any location in the city where we could speak privately?

-she scratches at her feather, thinking, that abruptly straightens up-

Crewe: <Yeah, yeah, we can go to Lucius's hotel room! Hold on, I can get us there.>

-she stands up, using his head for balance, and lets out a shrill whistle that really does not sound like something a Sneasel should be able to make. A moment later, there's another floop! and a Natu appears on Titan's shoulder and chirps a greeting-

Crewe: <Hey, Nolan, mind taking us to that room? Y'know the one, the one with the lame fruitcake inside.>

Nolan: <Well I do daresay I could perhaps pinpoint that lovely location.>

Crewe: <'Do daresay'? Weak, Nolan.>

Nolan: <Hmph.>

Crewe: <Anyways, yes, take us there, pretty please with a cheri berry on top.>

-the Natu chirps, and another brief floop! later, they stand in Lucius's hotel room. Thankfully, Lucius himself is not present, although evidence of his residency is scattered across the floor-

Lawrence: ...Hmm. I thought that Lucius would have grown out of Riolu-patterned boxer shorts by now.

-Crewe makes a face-

Crewe: <Ew, ugh, I did not need to know that. Also, it reeks in here, I need to be human to deal with this nonsense.>

-she hops off of Lawrence's shoulder and a moment later a human girl is standing there instead-

Crewe: Ugh, much better. Anyways, thanks, Nolan, now if you could kindly scram.

Nolan: <Fine, farewell.>

-he chirps again, then disappears with a last floop! Crewe leans up against a wall and crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow-

Crewe: Okay. Now what's going on that Lucius didn't tell me?

-Lawrence sighs and sits down on the computer chair, speaking with pain in his voice-

Lawrence: This will not be easy for you to hear. It is a conversation that no father wishes to have with his daughter, but at least I have been given the time to come to terms with it.

-he looks up at Crewe-

Lawrence: ...I've been told that I have slightly less than a year to live.

-it takes her several long seconds of staring bug-eyed at him to gather enough coherence to speak-

Crewe: What?!

Lawrence: My latest medical examination revealed that I am suffering from terminal Aura Depletion. Reckless use of my abilities in my youth has been slowly killing me for the past two decades. I... I wish I could think of some way to deliver the news more gently, but the fact remains that my prognosis is bleak.

-Crewe starts pacing the room, gesticulating frantically-

Crewe: Okay, hold on, hold the fuck up. You're telling me, that back in Holon, back in Kalos, when I was screwing around with my Obscura and knocking myself and shit, and Tagg lectured me about the consequences and I ignored him, you're telling me he was right?

-she rounds on him, eyes wide-

Crewe: And you—you didn't—you—you idiot!

-she clenches her fists-

Crewe: Some evil mastermind you turned out to be! You're s'posed to know—friggin' everything, I dunno, but you didn't—you went and—and burned yourself up like those assholes tried to do to Lucius and now—now you—

-the anger drains out of her and she stares at him looking very lost and defeated. Her voices goes very small-

Crewe: You're dying?

-Lawrence meets Crewe's outburst with a firm glare-

Lawrence: Yes. I'm dying. Because when I was your age, like you, I had no care or consideration for the consequences of my actions. I had been given powers that marked me as more than merely human. They were proof that I was destined for greater things. Why should I waste them on the advice of such lesser men, too meek and cowardly to be leaders? I could do things they could only dream of. I had a vision that could change the world and the power to make it a reality. I was... I...

-his steely visage suddenly cracks, and he bows his head-

Lawrence: I was a fool. An impulsive, delusional, childish fool with no regard for the wellbeing of others, blinded by his own destructive ambitions. My time in this world has been cut short, and I wasted so much of it in pursuit of an impossible goal... I spent my life causing needless anguish and death rather than being a father to my children...

-a single sob escapes him-

-Crewe takes a few hesitant steps towards him, nervously places a hand on his shoulder, then abruptly throws her arms around his neck and clings to him with surprising strength for her small size. She buries her face in his shoulder-

Crewe: I don't want you to die.

Lawrence: Thank you, Helen. I know that it is inevitable, that it is what I deserve, but... I don't want to die. I don't want to leave you and Lucius behind...

Crewe: I'll—I'll look after him, okay, I won't let him get himself killed or anything, even though he always tries, it's ridiculous, but I won't let him, okay, I'll keep him safe, you don't gotta worry about it.

Lawrence: I'm grateful, but... that shouldn't be your responsibility. It should've been mine.

-he wipes his eyes and pulls back, attempting to compose himself-

Lawrence: ...He didn't believe me at first, you know. He assumed I was lying to him.

-Crewe sniffs-

Crewe: Yeah, well, he's a stupid dumb idiotface. That's not news.

Lawrence: Was it idiotic? He had every reason to believe I was lying. After all, I lied to you... I told you the most twisted, hurtful lies. And you believed them, because you trusted me. A trust that I abused for my own selfish ends…

-she thumps her fists on his shoulders-

Crewe: No, stop it, okay, stop! I forgave you for all of that stuff, okay, everything you did to me, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm the only one who gets to decide if you should still feel bad about that stuff, not Lucius, not even you, 'cause it happened to me, got it? And I forgive you for it, all of it, I forgave you a long time ago, so you don't get to keep going on about it, you hear me? You're not allowed.

-Lawrence manages a sad smile-

Lawrence: ...Your understanding has always amazed me. Anyone else in your situation would have hated me, and had every right to. But you... you forgave me. Even though I gave you no reason to, even before I made an effort to change my ways, you still forgave me. It took me a long time to understand, but I eventually came to the realisation that I had to make amends, if only to be worthy of that forgiveness.

-he shakes his head-

Lawrence: Lucius, Jacob, Caroline... they may never forgive me, and I accept that. But I have to try. I have to try to repair the damage I inflicted.

-he looks up at Crewe again, and for a moment he seems almost helpless-

Lawrence: But how? How am I meant to fix everything?

-Crewe flops down to the ground next to him and leans her head on his leg, frowning-

Crewe: Well, I don't know Jacob very well at all, and I don't even know who Caroline is, but I do know the fruitcake. And he is a li'l gray bundle of angst and spite, so I think it'll take him a long time. He's really good at holding grudges. It's like, instead of playing sports as a kid, he practiced holding grudges. But you're still his dad, and you're dying. I think, if you tell him you're sorry, and don't yell at him when he yells at you, and you're real patient, he'll come around eventually. You did save his life.

-she suddenly jolts upright-

Crewe: Wait, hold on, is Lucius gonna die of Aura Drain—or Obscura Drain, or whatever—too, because of what those assholes did to him? Because I can't lose both of you at once, okay, that would be massively unfair and I refuse.

Lawrence: ...Lucius has already died once. I can't comment on his current condition, but I suspect that he will still be alive long after you and I have departed, without suffering from the effects of Aura Depletion. That may very well be why he was targeted in the first place.

-he sighs-

Lawrence: You are right about his tendency to hold grudges, though. Nevertheless, I will continue trying to make peace between us. I cannot afford not to... not when the time I have left to me is so limited.

Crewe: Okay, well... That's weird, but also good, I guess. I will process the fruitcake's apparent immortality later, Lord Rayquaza I cannot deal with all of this right now.

-she takes a deep breath-

Crewe: Okay. I'm good. Everything's fine. Well, no, actually everything kinda sucks, but that's fine! I'm handling it. I am totally dealing great right now. There is some amazing handling of this situation going on right now. And Lucius will come around! Otherwise I'll beat him up. Everything's gonna work out okay. And you are not allowed to be so defeatist all the time, okay, if you're only gonna be around for another year it's not gonna be a really shitty year, got it? It's gonna be the best damn year ever. Promise me.

-Lawrence nods-

Lawrence: I cannot promise anything, but I will make every possible effort to ensure that this remaining year is as fulfilling as it can be.

Crewe: Good!

-she stands up and brushes herself off, then lets out a long, shaky breath-

Crewe: Well. I'm exhausted.

Lawrence: As am I.

-he thinks for a moment-

Lawrence: ...I am told that going to eat at fast-food restaurants is a traditional family bonding experience.

-Crewe laughs-

Crewe: I wouldn't know. But I do love fast food.

Lawrence: Then our itinerary for the rest of the day is established. After all, I can think of few better uses of the time I have left than spending it with the family I have left.

-he smiles again as Nolan floops! them away-

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.

Where Blitz is

-Blip!-

Dane:You!

-He tries t grab Blitz's arm and Blip him to Jason's room-

Near Belinda and Uzuri

-Blip!-

...Ah shit. Beggers, not choosers!

Dane:And you!

-He tries to blip Belinda to Jason's room-

Blitz: "Ah- wha-?"

-Blitz is blipped away. Leaving Stark the Aggron looking in confusion where is disappeared trainer was-

-In the new location, he's a little too confused to react to anything for a moment-

edited 4th Jun '16 6:01:37 PM by BlitzTrain

Hearthome Hospital

(By the time Belinda and Uzuri actually realise what's happened, they've already been blipped.)

Uzuri: Huh?

Belinda: What just happened?

(Rather than take in their surroundings, the two girls simply stare at each other, both too confused to react properly.)

Tastes better on the way back down.