ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Nimbasa City

A song with the lyrics mentioning 15 cars and wanting to be a rockstar came to a halt as Colt stood up and looked to Kaito, recognizing him somewhat.

"Lucario!" Colt hollered to the Scarf group. With no regard for Megan, Lucario removed the scarf from the Slowpoke and removed his own scarf, the Expert Belt around his head once again.

<We gotta bail,> he explained. <and I'm not translating myself.> And with that, the Fighting-type returned himself after handing his trainer both scarves. They were shoved into his pockets as he turned to Kaito, flinging his headphones around his neck and dusting off the back of his jacket. "Shall we go?"

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Artoria is currently looking at a scarf.

Mordred: <It's certainly your blue.>

Artoria: <It is a nice color... but a bit big.>

Mordred: <Well, duh.>

Artoria reaches to grab the scarf to see if the shop has it in more... Lurantis size, when it shrinks to an appropriate size as she grabs it.

Mordred and Artoria look at each other.

Mordred: <...>

Artoria: <...>

Mordred: <This is... not a normal clothing store is it.>

Artoria: <It would seem not.>

Mordred looks at Artoria expectantly.

Artoria: <...?>

Mordred: <Well aren't you going to try it on.>

Artoria gives a noncommittal 'what's the worst that could possibly happen' shrug and puts the scarf on.

Mordred: <...>

Artoria: "..."

Artoria is suddenly human.

Mordred: <Like Corrin's armband.>

Artoria takes the scarf off. <Yes. It is. And this is most definitely not a normal clothing store.>

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

 Stormchaser, past 

-Gets Kaito's text and my mood drops-

I'll have to inform Verax about this, if he doesn't know already.

edited 21st Dec '17 1:24:48 AM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Trial of the leaving

Cynthia: "Can't think of anything."

What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't gold

Malie City Pokemon Center, Yesterday

-Dune gives the warmest smile he can while holding an ice pack to the side of his head.-

Dune: Short answer? Yes, and yes. Trust me when I say that it's the reverse of ripping off a bandaid. Once you get it over with you feel so much better.

Malie Center

Diane: Right. Okay, yeah. Yes. Got it. I've got this.

-Beat-

Diane: Aaaaaaaaa I can't believe this is happeninggggggg

Nimbasa

-Kaito smiles at Colton.-

Kaito: Sure. Are they coming too, though?

-They wave to Megan, Jackie, Jared, etc. in the distance.-

Sball

Evan: Really? I mean, there's no way I'd turn down that chance, so sure!

edited 21st Dec '17 6:12:19 AM by BittersweetNSour

Nimbasa: Rude, Lucario

-Megan ~poof~s back to human form when the scarf is removed-

Megan: No one's getting the short stick of anything!

-muttering- Slowpoke are lovely, I dunno what they're talking about..."rhetorical", my ass

-blinks-...I think I recognize that person. If that's who I think it is, then, uh, that's a pretty major J-Team member right there. But I thought they retired...?

-she shakes her head- Probably best not to bother thhheeep

-she waves back, smiling awkwardly-

No mind to think. No will to break.

Amber and Cupid: Yaaaay!> ovo

Emilie: <Think of it as opprotunity for making friends, young master!>

Remy: -Still huffing- Alright! Alright! I'll talk to the ticketers about the situation...

Amber: -Tugging on Evan's sleeve- You're gonna love it in the box! It's so much fun!

The newly formed group begin heading towards the Sportsball stadium

I'm having to learn to pay the price

S🅱️orts

Evan: Ahh hey careful!

-He's dragged toward the stadium, and stumbles to keep up. Amber might notice the "watch" on his wrist go from red to green.-

Nimbasa

"Probably?" Colt admitted. "I mean, if memory serves, they didn't know a party existed, but still wanted to go for their own reasons." He drew the invitation he had received in the mail to give it a once-over.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

"I wish you luck then, to free us from what we have brought about... and as for dealing with the Jester, the trap only worked once, I doubt it will fall for it again... We couldn't face it, we didn't know how... perhaps the people of this time know how."

The chest opened itself to reveal a orb like metal structure, a soft heat eminating from it.

The Golem nodded, <If you are here to help, go to the main hallway.>

The gate opened.

<We have a lot to deal with...>

A bubble of reality passed by, <And please be careful.>

The Pen looked to its owner, -So. What are you gonna do? Find a way to get in? Wait out here? Construct something?-

The Pen looked to the others, -And what about them?-

Oron Mountains

-Hyp nods and heads down the hallway-

-As he and the others do, someone might notice a Growlithe trying to sneak up on the Golem Guards-

edited 21st Dec '17 6:50:23 AM by CorvusAtrox

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

-Lucius is wandering the corridors of the base's lower levels, muttering to himself.-

Lucius: Seriously? I know hazing the rookie is a tradition, but why do I have to be the one to make the storeroom run every single time? I only got caught slacking off once. Leave dragging building materials around to the builder Machamp, not the guy who can just about do one pull-up...

-He comes to the storeroom door and throws it open - only to be hit by a blast of cold air that causes him to step back, shivering. Beyond the doorframe the room is shrouded in darkness, but a thin film of frost is visible on every surface.-

Lucius: What the hell? It's like minus ten in there.

-He sends out Falchion.-

Lucius: Something's going on here. Keep your guard up.

Falchion: <So you're telling me to stay frosty?>

Lucius: Absolutely not.

Falchion: <I'm just saying, we've got snow idea what's going on here.>

Lucius: Oh my god.

Falchion: <You're leaving us out in the cold.>

Lucius: Falchion I don't care that you're literally made of knives I will cut you.

Falchion: <Alright, alright, I'll stop. Chill.>

-Lucius glares at Falchion, who grins back, before glancing around the room.-

Lucius: ...Anyone home?

-No reply.-

Lucius: ...Okay, I'm coming in.

-He steps through the doorway, moving cautiously between the rows of icy crates with Falchion behind him.-

Lucius: I don't like this one bit...

???: Then leave.

-Lucius wheels around to see an Abomasnow looming over him, and a dark figure perched atop one of the crates, curled up on all fours.-

Lucius: ...You. What are you doing here?

Shard: Could ask you the same question.

-She uncoils herself and drops down in front of Lucius, her sleek black combat armour causing her to land in the frost with a dull crunch. She stands up slowly, Lucius's face reflected in the dark lenses of her mask.-

Shard: Was brought here. Didn't care to fight, so I stayed. Settled now. You?

Lucius: Don't talk like we're friends. I remember you, y'know.

Shard: Flattered.

Lucius: We battled in Fiore. You worked for Illusion then, but I guess you slipped below even their standards. You're a psychotic murderer.

Shard: Mistaken. Not a murderer. Lucille is, we just look very alike.

-She hisses, a halting, monotonous noise that might have been intended as a laugh.-

Shard: Will give you the psychotic part, though.

Lucius: Shard, Lucille, whatever you want to call yourself... it doesn't matter. Point is, you're exactly the kind of scum I came here to get away from.

Shard: Scum?

-She lets out another strange hiss.-

Shard: There's scum everywhere. All Cains are scum, they just keep their crimes behind closed doors.

-She glances down at the black ice that coats her gauntlets.-

Shard: What were yours? More blood on hands than these, that's certain. How many?

Lucius: I... it was self-defence. I didn't-

Shard: Course you didn't. Keep telling yourself that. What else was there? Guessing you lied, stole, hurt people... same charges could be laid at any Cain's feet, but you consider yourself above them.

Lucius: ...You don't know anything about me.

Shard: Don't need to know who you are. Just need to know what. A privileged young boy, not even old enough to drink... content with his hypocrisy, the crimes he ignores, the broken people he uses then tosses aside, long as his own sense of morality remains intact.

-She scoffs disdainfully.-

Shard: Knew someone like you once. Watched him die at his sister's hand, choking on his own blood. Nothing compared to what he allowed her to endure, without raising so much as a finger. No regrets. Not from Shard.

-Lucius scowls, one hand reaching towards his Pokeballs while the other begins to form a Shadow Claw.-

Lucius: Then you're a monster, same as you've ever been. I'll be doing Iron a favour by taking you-

Shard: No.

-The ice around her gauntlets suddenly shatters into fragments that shoot forwards, reforming into tendrils billowing with purplish condensation as they wrap around Lucius's arms, legs, and neck.-

Lucius: Ack!

-Falchion lunges forward to try and shatter the tendrils with a Brick Break, only for the Abomasnow to hit him with a Hammer Arm that sends him flying into a pile of crates.-

Stalactite: <Don't try that again.>

Falchion: <Urgh... no chance of that...>

Shard: New here. Don't want to rock boat. Killing you would be more trouble than it's worth. But...

-She steps forward, the tendrils tightening as she eyes the Shadow Claw shrouding Lucius's hand.-

Shard: ...Might have a use for you after all.

edited 21st Dec '17 6:58:19 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.

Malie City Pokemon Center, Yesterday

Dune: Deep breaths, Diane.

Tapu Village Pokemon Center, Today

-Dune is massaging Deziree's back.-

Dune: You should both tone down the expletives that Wuffles is allowed to use in messages as well as teach him how to use them properly.

Deziree: I happen to like it when he uses "bitching" every other word.

Dune: Kinda makes it hard to read, yeah?

Deziree: Only if you're trying to change the subject away from people doing dumb stuff that we honestly have already handled before. You'd think after he made up with Tagg that Lucius would be just a little less sanctimonious.

Dune: To be honest I always assumed Lucius's default setting was "sanctimonious".

Deziree: I'm just gonna have to find the factory reset, then.

Dune: Please don't go after him with a cattle prod-

Deziree: A Genesect and all of the Musketeers couldn't stop me from going after him with a cattle prod right now.

-One room over, Ludmilla's nose was getting itchy.-

Edna: <Sit still, darling. You cannot rush art.>

Ludmilla: ~I need to use the bathroom...~

Edna: <Fine! Let me finish the neckline first, then you can go indulge in whatever waste disposal you meaty people do. I can get this done with just the measurements.>

-Shaun recalls his Pokémon and follows Hyp.-

Shaun: "Uh...Daydre? Do you have a Growlithe?"

---

Jessica: <Shaun, have you decided on your plus one?>

Shaun: "..."

"Fuck. No."

Jessica: <That's cool. I know who you should invite, but you have to wait until later.>

Shaun: "Ooookay."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Trial of my last post in this area

Aware that the orb was comparatively toasty, Colt beelined for it and held it close to him for the warmth it provided.

Doubtless it would be exhausted of heat rather quickly, so he had Amaterasu's Great Ball on standby as he got on the elevator.

Nimbasa City

Actually, should I - no, it's a plus one, and the other will never let me hear the end of it, Colt reflected, deciding against bringing his parents to the party.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Oron Mountain

Daydre follows as well.

"I've never trained a Growlithe before in my life."

...

".. Hey, what's that Growlithe doing over there?"

off the shits

Trial of the leaving

Cynthia and Phaz follows the Colton.

What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't gold

Amber doesn't seem to really notice Evan's weird wristwatch changing, as she's too wrapped up in her fantastical idea of what she thinks Soccer is and gushing about it rather than focusing on the minor details.

Her birdy, however, does and puffs up and chirps in surprise.

Cupid: <Woah, woah, woah! What's going on with you're freaky armband there! Rrrr! It's giving me the chills!> ovo;;

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Celadon City

Jacob: -He tugs on the lapels of his new suit-

-A white suit you know what have a picture here◊-

-He's looking at himself-

Regina: <Jacob... do you feel better?>

Jacob: "I have a new suit and I'm going to see Ren again. I'm fantastic."

Regina: <You know what I mean.>

Jacob: "I mean I tried the psychic thing again and while it didn't work, I didn't collapse. So. I think I'm all better!"

Regina: <Did you tell Every? She seemed worried.>

Jacob: "I'm sure I'll see her later, I'll just tell her then. She's probably fine!"

-There is not a moment of silence after the end of that sentence before Regina just backhands Jacob across the face-

"OW"

Regina: <You are horribly unempathetic.>

"If there is no way to win, I will simply force a way."

shootin some 🅱️-🅱️all outside of the school

-Evan panics, and momentarily forgets he was pretending he didn't understand Pokemon-

Evan: Hey, it's not that freaky! Just don't touch it and you'll be fine!

Malie Center

-Deep breaths.-

Diane: ...Thanks. Thanks for the advice, too.

Nimbasa

Kaito: Well, it wouldn't hurt to officially invite them.

-They approach the group, smiling-

Kaito: Hey, if you all need people you can be plus-ones to for the party, I've got a few friends we can hash things out with.

edited 21st Dec '17 10:38:37 AM by BittersweetNSour

-Ever, who went to sleep after having a wrench thrown at him, is just now waking up and checking his texts-

Ever: ...

-he thinks for a little while about how to respond to all this-

Ever: Muninn.

-a Mimikyu, once again wearing a Latios sheet, pokes out from under the bed-

Ever: Kaito appears to be under the impression that Alli has entered a portal over Lostlorn.

Muninn: <Oh, good, they found it.>

Ever: ...What did you do?

Muninn: <Uh, what exactly would I have done?>

Ever: I don't know, because I'm not a 7000-year-old Latios with a grudge against everyone. What did you do?

Muninn: <Clearly, they figured it out on their own time. But good job slowing them down by not telling them what I told you.>

Ever: Ugh. I do not have time for this...

-he goes to text Kaito to tell them to disregard the information on Alli, when Muninn smacks the phone out of his hand-

Ever: You're really going all-in on this one, huh?

Muninn: <I ought to, being as it's true.>

Meanwhile

-PEFE!Every has yet to emerge from her blanket-

Rotary: <Are you sure?>

PEFE!Every: Go away.

Checkmate: <We brought you this chocolate.>

-PEFE!Every peeks out of the blanket-

PEFE!Every: ...I don't deserve that big Toblerone.

-and wraps herself up again-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Celadon City Pokemon Center

-Dune, Deziree, Ludmilla, and a currently human Selene are here now.-

Selene: Hey! I think I'm getting better at being the type I want now!

Dune: Heh. It only took you three tries to get Fairy or Psychic this time.

Selene: Oh shoosh you! That's still improvement.

-Dune is dressed in a plaid shirt with khaki brown pants and matching leather jacket. He's just thankful he remembered where his grandpa's old bolo tie was. He is the quintessential image of southwestern business casual.-

-Deziree is in a curve-fitting dress that is totally not distracting Dune nope no siree. Her gunmetal grey bracelet may seem a little odd on her ensemble, but otherwise she walks with the confidence that she has her husband's undivided attention.-

-Ludmilla has a much more child friendly version of the same dress, though purple rather than Deziree's turquoise. She tugs at the sleeves and the skirt, being entirely unfamiliar with anything other than pants.-

-Selene has a bouncy and vibrant pink dress that wouldn't look too amiss in a '50's diner were it not for the bits of Moon Stone in the trimming which glint brightly in dim light. Her altered Moon Stone shines brightly around her neck.-

Ludmilla: Mom, do I have to? I don't... like... being around lots of adult people.

Deziree: Oh, trust me - the term "adult" has very vague meanings in this group of ours.

Dune: Now Dezi, don't be mean.

Deziree: Hey, it's not being passive aggressive if the ones I want to be passive aggressive towards aren't present.

Dune: I almost prefer it when you're regular-aggressive rather than passive aggressive.

Selene: Oh, don't worry! We're all friends. Friends sometimes disagree with one another, and that's when we have Pokemon battles to determine who is right!

Dune: Selene, that doesn't happen all that often anymore.

Selene: Well it needs to come back, because that was fun!

Psyche, worried about Every, texts her.

"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassin

Nimbasa: omg I met you, like, years ago

-Megan has just put her phone away when Kaito walks up-

Megan: Eep!

-her emotions read some definite recognition, nervousness, and sort of...awe?-

-you know, the sort of stuff you get when you see a minor(?) celebrity-

-the startledness passes shortly-

Megan: Um, s-sure!

edited 21st Dec '17 11:36:29 AM by Asterisk395

No mind to think. No will to break.