Finn: <Yes, score!>
<...>
<Oh, right, yeah, you two too. Guess that's one way of telling him, huh?>
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
-the two Rykliai glare at each other wordlessly-
-Blue!Ryklys marches over to stand next to Blue!Vilkas-
Ryklys: I think we both know what this situation demands.
Malley: <Hoo boy, here we go...>
-and Red!Ryklys leaps off the table, flipping in the air to land beside Red!Vilkas-
Ryklys: Hey, wanna team up against our evil twins?
Battle! Ryklys and Vilkas vs Ryklys and Vilkas!
Ryklys sent out Miti Ruki!
Miti Ruki: <Vegetative Vengance will be... vine? Pretend I didn't say that.>
Ryklys sent out Grace!
Grace: <Vy vill vever vring vhis vp vgain.>
Miti Ruki: ...
Grace: <Vevevev.>
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
The Eccentric Electric
Aspertia City Gym:
"Two down, one to go. You got this buddy! Start off with a quick attack!" Mark ordered the Riolu, still struggling to come up with a nickname for the little guy before he started with an upper forearm strike into his opponent's jawline.
This guy deserves a nickname to show that he's a part of my team...but what? Rye sounds stupid, and Blue is too obvious....I hope I think of something soon... Mark thought to himself as the battle progressed.
Living The Fever Dream
The Wanderer
Eclipse the Moon
Shout-out to Herbert for spagging this post with me
Rémy spits out his wine.
Rémy: Amber, no, we just met this guy-
Amber rolls on full steam ahead, despite Rémy's pleading.
Amber: Well you seeeee it was not long after we had landed in Alola, which we went to after a business trip in [Italy]...
Rémy: Amber no-
Amber yes
Amber always yes!
Once Liam and Lucius are out of the picture, Cleo sinks down into her beach recliner and sighs.
Cleo: Urgh... What a day, what a day. Even on my days off I can't get any reprieve from The Bullshit™.
Cleo actually vocalises the "™" part.
Leonard: At least I get the chance to be human for a while. You don't realise how much you really appreciate opposable thumbs until you lose them.
Cleo scoffs.
Cleo: As if you ever did anything with them in the first place. I'm surprised they didn't fall off from atrophy alone.
Pakhet: <Oh, I could think of at least one thing~> |B3
Montu begins to break out into howling laughter at Pakhet's insinuation, while Gallade simply chortles. Leonard glares at all three of them.
Leonard: I do wonder if you forget that I can understand you, or if you choose to.
He sighs and leans back until he is lying flat on the sand, looking up at the sky.
Leonard: Still... you have to admit that it's a lovely day for this.
Cleo: What? Sitting on our asses and doing sweet FA? Indeed it is, Alola is kinda the region for that.
She chuckles.
Cleo: That's why it's such a goldmine for the hotel business~ People coming from all corners of the globe to lounge on Alola's beaches and do sweet, sweet FA. And giving us the money for the privilege of housing them while they do so~
She digs herself back into her magazine.
Cleo: But really, it is just such a pleasant day to just... relax. Given that no more interruptions spoil the mood, of course.
Comically on cue, a pair of familiar, young voices can be heard not too far from where Cleo and Leonard are lounging. A familiar pair of a young girl with shining eyes and long, ginger hair tied up in pigtails, and a boy around the same age with purple hair (feat. cowlick), high cheekbones, grey eyes and the kind of dour default scowl that is indicative of Cain blood somewhere in the genetics - followed by a Pidgey, Rattata, Dhelmise and Toxapex. One is dressed for the beach, the other, not so much.
Amber: And that's how dad and I single handedly beat a rampaging horde of Larion into submission using nothing but our bare fists!
Rémy: And you're saying you did this when you were six?
Amber: Uh huh! It's why dad let me take Mr. Gone with me when I went out to travel the world!
Rémy: ...That's bullshit, but I believe it.
She gasps and clasps her hands over Rémy's mouth.
Amber: Language!
Rémy: Mmmf!
Cleo looks over towards the commotion and narrows her eyes.
Cleo: Hey... isn't that your little cousin and his friend, Leonard..?
Leonard's eyes follow Cleo's gaze.
Leonard: Hmm, so it is. I haven't seen him since I di-
He stops, eyes widening.
Leonard: ...Oh no.
Cleo: What-
The realisation just hit her as well at that moment.
Cleo: ...
Cleo immediately leaps off her comfy position on her recliner and begins to bury him with sand with a newfound fervor.
Leonard: What are you doing?!
Gallade: <Good question. You're the one with the canine instincts, after all.>
Cleo: He sees you and the ruse is up! We've spent two years trying to keep you off the books and I can't have it ruined by sheer dumb luck now!!
Too late, the swift movements caught the eye of young Amber Hale, and now their eyes are on them.
Amber: Oh hey, look! It's Cleo! I didn't know she was also here in Alola! HEY CLEO!
Amber begins running over to Cleo
Rémy: Well, it would make sense, her family business have business prospects in Alo- H-hey! Wait up!
Rémy follows after her.
Cleo, on the other hand turns around and faces Amber with an expression of pure panic.
Cleo: AH! Little Amber! What a surprise of seeing you here! With young Rémy and all that!
Cleo turns and presses Leonard's face into the sand.
Leonard: Mmmgrnff!
Cleo: A-are you two on holiday or something?
Cleo is sweating bullets.
Gallade: <Hoo boy...>
Amber: Weeeeelllll! We just got back from a more business like type trip in [Italy]!
Remy pants and dusts the sand off his suit, before retorting to Amber's statement.
Rémy: -More like it was my business trip and you tagged along...
Amber huffs at Rémy.
Amber: Yeah, to meet my cousin!
Rémy: Touche.
Amber: Annnnyway, my cousin Lupo is a well-known chef just like Rémy's dad Antoine! Due to the cutlery-
Rémy: Culinary.
Amber: Right, culinary streak in the family. Has decided to expand business ventures by starting a line of sturdy yet affordable kitchen utensils!
Rémy: And we asked Lupo if he would like to promote this new line.
Amber: So I got to see my ma's side of the family and Rémy got a new business partner!
Rémy: Lupo then suggest a trip to Alola, both as a break and as an excuse for Amber to visit her other cousin. A chap named-.
Rémy finally notices the struggling body Cleo has pinned in the sand.
Rémy: Uh...
Remy takes a few steps back.
Rémy: Sis... warned me of the darker side of your business, but I'd never expect to see it in broad daylight...
Amber: Huh?
Cleo tries to find a response but the only thing that comes out is nothing more than a shaken squeak. Meanwhile Leonard is still kicking and squirming beneath the sand.
Leonard: I cmmmrng't bruuungthe!
Gallade: <Okay, that's a reasonable complaint.>
He telekinetically tugs Leonard out from underneath the beach and sets him down, leaving him panting heavily.
Leonard: ...Arceus, I'm going to be coughing up sand for weeks...
He does just that, before looking weakly up at Rémy.
Leonard: Erm... hello there.
Amber turns to look at Leonard, and gasps in surprise.
Amber: L-L-Leonard! Is that really you?
Rémy's Rattata and Amber's Pidgey begin to panic and flail.
Emilie: <AAAH! A GHOST!>
Cupid: <MISS CLEO IS A NECROMANCER!> :V
Rémy, upon noticing Leonard, goes pale as a sheet. Impressive considering his already rather pallid complexion.
Rémy: LEONARD? YOU'RE ALIVE!?!
Rémy shakes his head.
Rémy: N-no! That can't be! W-we saw your bodies! You and Uncle Laurent were dead as doornails! We attended your funeral!
Remy looks angrily at Gallade and Pakhet.
Rémy: I-If this is some sick joke conjured up by your weird psychic Pokemon! It's n-not very funny!
Montu sits up and lowers his shades at Remy.
Montu: <Hey! Keep my babe outta this, you little whelp!>
The Toxapex and Dhelmise that have been hovering slightly behind during this conversation begin chuckling.
Medusa the Toxapex: <Au contrare kiddo, I'm finding this fucking hilarious!>
Dutchman the Dhelmise: <Here! Here!>
The sound of a high five echoes, though no fives were highed. Cleo, on the other hand, is reduced to nothing but stammering.
Cleo: -Sweating up a storm- I! Uh, I, I, I C-c-c-can...
Amber is just thoroughly confused.
Amber: Cleo... What is going on?!
Leonard: Well, we, e-er...
He starts wringing his hands.
Leonard: You see, ah, that was... that was a dummy! At the funeral, I mean. Rumours of my death were greatly exaggerated to throw off the... um... ninjas. The ninjas that were after our fortune. Hence why I had to fake my death and go underground to, uh... give me a few minutes to think about that.
Gallade faceblades.
Gallade: <...You could've stopped at 'faked my death'. That was all you needed to say.>
Now, Amber and Rémy were kids , at times even gullible kids, but neither of them were quite as stupid as to believe Leonard's tall tale.
Amber: Well... As my dad would say, "That's a load of bollocks"
Rémy nods.
Rémy: Yeah, the proud and stubborn Leonard I know would have never kept complete radio silence for two years and going - especially when matters of inheritance were tossed around... And Amber, didn't you just clasp my mouth for saying rude words... >_>
Amber: Yeah, and didn't the genetic tests confirm it was Leonard's body?
Rémy: That too.
Amber and Rémy look back at Leonard. Amber looking even more confused and Rémy looking suspicious.
Leonard: Whatever happened to closed casket funerals?
He sighs and looks back at the kids.
Leonard: ...I understand that this is a lot to take in, but it is me. Leonard Cain, in the flesh, so to speak. I can prove it if you like.
Rémy: B-but how?
Pakhet creeps up behind Rémy
Pakhet: ~That's a doozy of a tale, yannow~
Rémy wheels around in surprise.
Rémy: GAH!
Pakhet: ~It's a tale about dealing with powers beyond ones you should be playing with, you wanna hear it?~
Amber: Ooh! A Tale!
Gallade: ~Seriously? We're going to tell The Tale twice today? I'm still exhausted after the first time.~
Pakhet: ~TBH? Same, alas. I don't think I could do another~
Amber looks dejected
Amber: Aww...
Pakhet: ~....Oh sucks. Very well, have at you!~
Pakhet whips up a small cloud of sand and the little pieces of silicon and bone flicker together to make the images of The Tale of Leonard's Revival. Gallade helps out, and Leonard watches The Tale play out before him once again.
Leonard: Don't you think this is a lot to be telling them? They're still just children, they're not-
Gallade: ~Remember what happened the last time we kept this all behind closed doors?~
Leonard: ...That's fair. Very well, there you have the full tale.
Amber and Rémy watch in awe.
Amber: Woah... so a squiddy lady brought you back from the grave? Using fantastical Obscuric powers?
Rémy: What truly awesome power...
Amber: I don't think even 'cus could pull a trick like that... That's...
Ambers eyes grow wide
Amber: THAT'S SO COOL! Oh my gosh Leonard, that's so amazing something like that happened to you! Lucky!
Rémy, however, thinks practically about the situation, and points dramatically at Leonard.
Rémy: Wait! With you being alive now, this brings up a crisis of succession!
Amber: Oh yeah!
Amber looks over to Leonard with a chippery cheer.
Amber: Rémy owns and runs Cain Enterprises now!
Rémy looks over to Leonard, a self-satisfied smug smirk painted on his face. Leonard simply stares at him. Cleo, on the other hand, looks away awkwardly as if she's been trying to hide that particular nugget of information from Leonard for a few years now.
Leonard: ...What.
Emilie: <It's a long chain of events and coincidences!>
Cupid: <And it all starts with your grizzly demise!>
Amber: Well, you see! With you and your papa dead, and Lulu...
Rémy and Amber share a short and sad silence, as the two were very fond of Lucille.
Rémy: ...and Lucille rejected from the lineage, the line of succession with regards to Cain Enterprises was a large, looming question. People tried to get in on the chaos and siphon off pieces of the company for their own greedy needs...
Amber: But then everyone had a realisation! You see, the line of the Kalosian Cains wasn't completely gone! They still had one branch still going!
Amber gestures dramatically to Rémy.
Amber: Rémy's Grandma, Lydia! Your Grand-aunt~
Rémy adjusts his bowtie.
Rémy: But mémé is old and didn't really have the energy to run a whole business, especially when...
Rémy trails off, but Amber cuts in.
Amber: -Rémy's parents and sister already have their jobs! But Rémy saw this as an opportunity to make his name for himself! And so Miss Lydia bequeathed the company to him!
Rémy straightens his back and puffs out his chest, an expression of pride smeared on his bratty face.
Rémy: And that's how I became the sole proprietor of Cain Enterprises!
Rémy grins at Leonard, who merely stares back at him.
Leonard: ...So my father's company. My company. Is now in the hands of a thirteen-year-old boy.
Rémy leans towards Leonard, arms on his hip and with a scowl.
Rémy: Would you like to take it up with mémé personally, then? She could lash your dad into a cowering position with just one flick of the tongue, I don't think you would stand a chance against her, even in her old age.
Rémy folds his arms.
Rémy: If not lamenting the fact that, out of all the people in our family to cheat death. Why you.
Leonard glowers at Rémy.
Leonard: You... you little brat. You have no right to-
He stops, realising how much of Laurent is in his voice.
Leonard: ...No. No, you're right. I wouldn't stand a chance. I shouldn't have come back into the fold. The company is yours, as it should be.
Rémy makes a sound of confusion as he rubs his eyes at Leonard.
Rémy: Guh? You're seriously acknowledging me as the rightful owner of Cain Enterprises?
Rémy's rather floored by the "revelation" and scratches his head.
Rémy: I wouldn't have expected that from the Leo I knew...
Leonard: Right, because he's dead.
Emilie: -Curling her tail- <Death may have been a rather extreme lesson in humility, but a lesson in humility none-of-the-less>
Cupid: -Fluffs up- <Like all the times I was nearly made into dinner! It taught me that Hydreigons are just jerks> >v>
Emilie facepaws. Amber, however, puts her hands on her hips and pouts at Cleo and Leonard.
Amber: But if you've been alive for all this time Leo, why haven't you told anyone? Not even your cousins...? I just don't understand.
Cleo and Leonard exchange awkward glances at each other, before Leonard looks back at the pair.
Leonard: Because this family is poison that cares more about its name than its members, and I didn't realise that until it was far too late. So congratulations, Rémy. You deserve-
He is suddenly enveloped in a cloud of silvery light...
Leonard: Oh, I cannot believe-
...and there is now a shiny Furfrou sitting in the sand where Leonard stood.
Pimpernel: <...I suppose this is one way to remove myself from awkward social functions.>
Amber gasps, and dives towards Pimpernel. Smothering him with cuddles and kisses and all those things you do to cute dogs.
Amber: Oh my gosh, Leo! You look so cute as a puppy! I just wanna hug you forever and feed you lots of treats.
Cleo: I mean, same.
Pretty much everyone looks at Cleo.
Cleo: -Folding her arms with a huff- W-what? Dogs are cute!
Pimpernel: <...You know what? This is fine. I didn't need my dignity anyway.>
Remy, on the other hand, seems pretty darn angry at Leonard, and not even turning into a cute doggo could quell his fury. Or stop the tears from pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Rémy: F-fine! Be that way! Nice to know that we mean nothing to you, Leo! We wouldn't want to see you anyway!
Rémy turns around, Emilie trying her hardest to snuggle her trainer better.
Rémy: ...Besides, even if you did see mémé again, she'd probably just call you "Laurent" and talk to you as such...
Pimpernel: <...She probably would, yes.>
There is a hint of anger to his barked words, but for the most part he seems simply resigned as he looks to Cleo. Cleo looks down to Leonard and pets him, but also whispers some bitter words of caution.
Cleo: Just a heads up, Dandelion, but Rémy's family has had a tough time lately. First with dealing with his grandfather's late stage Alzheimer's, then with his grandfather's death, and now Lydia's early onset dementia. I don't think making your big Anti-Cain stand here was in best taste
Pimpernel: <...Oh. I... I didn't know.>
Rémy looks back over to Amber.
Rémy: Don't we have that cousin of yours to see, Amber?
Amber: Oh, yeah! We do!
Amber gives one last squeeze to Pimpernel and bounds up with her characteristic boundless energy.
Cleo: You were mentioning him earlier, but you never got around to his name or what he does.
Amber: Oh! Yeah! His name is Volpe! And he's a police officer!
Rémy: According to Amber, he was once a member of the International Police, but took up a soft retirement here in Alola!
Amber giggles.
Amber: Volpe's weird but he's fun and cool! He's an Obscuric and he has abilities to turn his shadows into ice!
Cupid fluffs up.
Cupid: <Brr! Frosty!>
Pimpernel has given up on any attempt to resist being snuggled.
Pimpernel: <...He sounds like a good man to have in the family.>
Cleo: Well, I hope you two have a lovely time meeting that cousin of yours, Amber...
Cleo picks up Pimpernel.
Cleo: But I think it's time for us to retire for the day.
Amber: Aww. Ok!
Amber waves at the two!
Amber: Cya Cleo and Leo! Hope you have a good day
Rémy: -Bluntly- Adieu
Amber and Rémy continue on with their stroll down the beach, while Cleo begins to head back towards the city.
Cleo: Nup. Not gonna stay here much longer, too many people crashing our party already. I can't deal with another passersby coming across us and finding out you're alive and explaining that all again.
Pimpernel: <Yes, I'd quite like to avoid that, if at all possible.>
He looks back at the departing Amber and Rémy.
Pimpernel: <...Do you think he knows what a mess he's gotten himself into?>
Cleo: He's a kid, so probably not. Though, unlike your family, the Beaumont-de Callone's are all pretty tight knit and support/care for each other. So his downfall probably won't be at the hands of a family breakdown.
Pimpernel: <...I hope so. He's a decent sort.>
He scoffs.
Pimpernel: <Still a spoilt, insolent little brat, of course.>
Cleo pats Pimpernel on the head.
Cleo: Takes one to know one, so they say.
Pimpernel: <That would explain how we ended up stuck with each other.>
Cleo sneers at Pimpernel before whistling to her Pokemon.
Cleo: Montu! Pakhet! Let's get back to the hotel.
Pakhet: <Aww, already?> 3:
Montu: <My feathers were getting lighter...>
Pakhet: <Oh, alright.>
And Pakhet ~winks~ the group back to Cleo's Hotel.
Amber: And that what happened!
Cupid: <Wow! You told that like a true poet, Lady Amber!> ^v^
Rémy and Emilie have buried their faces in their hands/paws. Rémy emitting a sound that's some sort of weird mix of crying, whining and muffled anger
edited 22nd Dec '17 8:49:54 PM by PippingFool
I'm having to learn to pay the price
The Flamebringer
She is silent for a moment.
Artoria: "This is... nice."
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Dunsparce Cloud
Vilkas: Sounds like excellent terms. Duirel? I imagine you'll still be of use.
Duirel: <This should be entertaining.>
-he steps forward, flames sparking up around him-
Vilkas: As a courtesy, we'll allow you the first move.
Vilkas: I imagine you'll come to regret that. Nero!
Vilkas: Wait. What?
Vilkas: The name was chosen as a bit of irony, really.
-he holds out a ball, and a flash of light pours out, forming the shape of a Ninetales-
Vilkas: After all, the original Nero was famous for watching [Rome] burn. My Nero? He's more of the guardian type.
Nero(?): <This weather...really will not stand.>
-the light fades, waves of white energy pour into the air-
Nero(?): <After all, what's Christmas without snow?>
Vilkas: Witness the power of Team Glacier!
Duirel: <...>
Vilkas: ...WHAT?!
edited 22nd Dec '17 8:39:38 PM by memyselfandI2
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Flying Colors
Clavis Manor
-Echo smiles and leads Tagg in a dance. Despite the 13 inch height difference, Echo is doing an excellent job of keeping the dance... functional, at least.-
-Corrin giggles-
Corrin: Yes, it is. It... feels like home, despite me barely remembering what home was like. Bits and pieces.
Ryklys: ...
...
...
-slumps down on her knees, kneading her scalp-
...why me...
Grace: <...I can live with this. Converge on the soft target.>
Grace used Icicle Spear!
Woooosh!
Miti Ruki Teleported out of the way!
Miti Ruki: <Icicle Spare!>
Grace: <...what?>
Buzzzzzzz!
Grace teleported to line up the second shot!
Woooosh!
Miti Ruki dodged again!
Miti Ruki: <You know, here, there, spear, spar- oh fine not my fault you lack a comedic ear.>
Buzzzzzzz!
Woooss-buzzzzzz!
Miti Ruki: <Ouch!>
Grace: <Found your pattern!>
Hit 2 Time(s)!
Grace: <I guess you could say I have a comedic...>
Miti Ruki: <Oh no.>
Grace: <...air.>
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
like christ, but with more nails
Channah: -has dried off by now and is sitting in a corner somewhere, aimlessly people-watching -
Lo: <Enjoying yourself now?>
Channah: Oh yeah. Sure. Drunk with joy.
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
Dunsparce Cloud
- Vilkas is staring in utter shock at the Alolan Ninetales-
Vilkas: Wha— ...He's...
-while Vilkas is staring in shock at Ryklys-
Vilkas: ...Wait. Are you—
...You're not Team Glacier?
...Wait.
...No.
Team Aqua?! You're with those glorified scuba-divers?
-which snaps Vilkas out of his shock-
Vilkas: HEY! Team Aqua is a renowned organization and you should be so lucky as to have them as an enemy!
Vilkas: Whatever you say. Hey, Ricky! Teleport away from this! Nero, Blizzard!
Nero: <We'll chill you to the bone!>
-and the hail intensifies briefly, as heavy winds whip over the entire field-
Duirel: <Nice try, "Nero", but you don't hold a candle to the genuine article.>
Vilkas: Flare Blitz!
Duirel: -vanishes, reappearing behind Nero- <Teleportation. Three out of four mons recommend.>
-and pounces at the Ninetales, knocking him to the ground with a flaming tackle-
Duirel: <The fourth will get back to you when he wakes up.>
Nero: <Ergh...don't count your chickens.>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
The Flamebringer
Flying Colors
Clavis Manor
-Corrin goes quiet for a while, listening to Artoria hum while the two of them dance.-
-After a moment, though, she speaks up again.-
Corrin: Do you sing? Or just... hum?
Guess Who...?
Poni Shore
-Elty, Pyry, and Pekka wave goodbye as the sail is righted-
<Hess: "Finally. Let's just hurry up and get out of here.">
-And the ship is shoved off the beach by its crew, hitting the water and starting to bob out to sea when a light suddenly forms-
<Hess: "Hey what the-">
-And opens up a wormhole that promptly swallows up the Mistral Marauder... And closes up immediately afterwards-
Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985
Ryklys: -jumps to her feet at the sound of Vilkas's endorsement-
That's right! Team Aqua are professional pirates! (And more fundamentally aquatic ecologists!)
-the Blizzard looms-
Miti Ruki: <uh... hehehe.... snow hard feelings?>
-and the Exeggutor is promptly pun-ished-
Miti Ruki was knocked out!
Ryklys: Outplayed in this round, but don't expect to hold the advantage.
ATAN! SUNNY DAY!
-a Shiny Tropius is released-
Atan: <LET! THE SUN SHINE!>
-he spews a dazzling orb of indeterminite light into the sky-
Atan: <LET! THE SUN SHINE IN!>
Ryklys: -tightens her red bandana- For we fight for the glory of Team Banana!
-record scratch-
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
pain peko
Jessica: "Hey Shaun!"
-She strides over to the wall where Shaun is, hands behind her back and a grin on her face.-
Jessica: "Why don't ya look up?"
-Shaun casts his glance upward to see some levitating mistletoe.-
Shaun: "...Arceusdamnit, Beowulf."
Jessica: "Now now, there is mistletoe, and you know what that means!"
Shaun: "I was ambushed and unfairly...mistletoed?"
Jessica: "Mmm...no. Silly. It means this!"
-She leans him and kisses him on the lips - quickly, but not briefly. Shaun...-
Gkdfjdjbf WHAT THE FUCK?
That wasn't half-bad.
Oh Arceus now what the hell do I do?
Shaun: "..."
-Jessica's got the biggest shit-eating grin in history on her face.-
Jessica: "Did I take your breath away?"
Aw fuck man be cool
Shaun: "Yes...but I'm going to...take it back?"
Smooth, Shaun. Smooth.
Jessica: "Oh? Is that s-"
-Shaun leans forward and kisses her, longer this time, before breaking away.-
Shaun: "Yep."
Okay can I go die now?
-Jessica's grin doesn't fade one bit.-
Jessica: "Not bad."
Shaun: "I don't know if I should be insulted but right now I can barely form a coherent sentence."
Jessica: "Well, would you like a drink...sweetheart?"
-Shaun blushes brighter than Jessica's dress and nods.-
Jessica: -giggles- "Okay then."
-She saunters off. Shaun just stands in the same spot, grinning.-
-Meanwhile...-
Ruby: <You're absolutely adorable after we kiss, darling.>
Lightning: <And you always, uh, l-look beautiful. Even when we aren't kissing.>
Ruby: <Oh? Well, tell me, do I look better when we are? I'll demonstrate again, if need be.>
Achille: <Alright, madames, I'm walking away now.>
-The misteltoe falls. Ruby puts the sprig behind Lightning's ear.-
Lightning: <Um, I think I need to be sure of my answer.>
Ruby: <Well then...>
-An Alolan Vulpix is staring at Rowan.-
edited 22nd Dec '17 9:42:42 PM by SwiftSeraph
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"
The Pokémon Genius
-Two very distant regions apart, the two talk-
⦕...Are you prepared?⦖
﴾...Ï̵̳̞̬̂̋ͮ̅̋͒ͪ͐̀̊̑͘͜͜͜ ̵̧̨̪̯̦̠͓̹̖ͫ̉̀͢ͅd̅́͂̑̓͗ͣ̋͑͛ͫͦ͜͞҉̡͚̟̹̬̯͞ō̘̰̦̝͈̫̗͍̟̲̮͚͙ͧ̐̔̔́͘͝ǹ̛͓̘̯̓̄̋́͆̔̐̽̈́̍͜'͙̬̰͉͕̼͔͔͈̼̼̲͇̞̙̬̜̫̄́̑̃̔̍ͩ̓̒̒̒̄͜͝ṫ̎̆͗̌̑ͤ̂̔ͬ͌̔ͫ͏̞͈͔ͅ ̸̱̳͚̺̦̬̯̺̳͌ͩͬ͑̓̑́͘p̴̵̸̼̲̘̰͓̞̬͚̱͉͚͖̼̾ͦ͂ͩ̽̊͂̈̀͆͆͑̊̀̚͞a̸̧̱̭̹̘̩̾ͯ̇̈́͋͊̋̌͌͆ͧ̾͛̀ͪ̉͆̕͜͢y̵̴̷̩̜̱̪̝͚̺̹̺̼̻͕̺̆̂ͨ͊̃ͪ̃̄̄͌͒̓̌̊̋͛̋ ̎ͬ̎ͯ̿͑҉͙̬̟͎͖̞̣̠͚̯͕̘̟̯̬͓͖͓ą̵̸͚̟̙͍͖̭̮͚͙̞͈̥̬̞̮̞̫͆ͪ́ͪͧͣ͐̃ͧͩͅẗ̸̜̟͙̞͉̳̘͈̦̥̰͍̤̰̯̦͍̝ͨͬ̅̒ͤ͐͗ͣͮ̅̾͐̕͠ͅt̶̓ͮ̎̐̅ͫͭ̆̚҉̢̖͇͍̰̯̫́͢e̷̖̲̯͎̲̦͋̊̽̊͒̐ͤ̑̀̐̍͗̔́̄͛ͦ̾͋͠͠n̢̧̛͍͎̘̪̰̠͔͖̝̦͚̯͖͓̺͒ͯͥͨ̐͐̂̌̔͒ͣ͌͛̓ͣͬ̋̕͞ͅt̷̢̹͉̰̱͓̺͙̣͓͇͇̠̲͗̅ͬ̑̄͑ͩͮ̕͡i̭͉̜̣͍͔͍̻̣̬͕̤͚͉͙͇͎̐͊ͭ͑̑ͥ̆̌̃̚͟͝͝ͅo̸̧͖͍̫͉͓͈͑ͮ̏̎͌ͣ̀͜n̸̨͔͇̤̭͕̬̻͇̭̪̝̭̖̳͕̊ͪ͌̔̒͒̊ͮ̔̅͂͝ ̍̅̅̆ͨ҉̢̡̡̛̠̲̞̖̩̘̭̠͓͉̯̙̙t̨̢̡͇̠̖͙̪̜͖̬̬̻̿ͧ͒͒͒́͢ͅỡ̷̛̗͕̣̘͚͎̖̠͉̘̳͇͈̈́ͦ̒̐ͮ̈́͐ͭ̀͞ ̌̍ͧ̋ͦ̑͡͏̶̵͕̘͔͖͇̜͚̫̠̤̠͉̺̤̣̥͍̝ṭ̴̞̪̹͔͍̪̰̭̣̩̦̠̌͌̍̌̑̃ͣͧ̋ͩͬ̿́́͞ͅh̃̐̎̋͛̾͛́̃͗ͣ͒̐ͧͪ̾̚͏̢̡̛̤̺͙̦̮̦͚̝̩̺̤͙̼̘̪͓̻̱̟̕eͣ̈ͥ̉͐́̈́ͬ͐̏̒̒͒͂ͥͯ̔́͡҉̰͓͙̝͓͍̳͖͖̳̬͓͈͖̮̀̀ ̷̗̱̭̹̟̬̰̱͇̱̞̰̖̥ͮ͆̊̄ͮ̈́̂̾ͫ̇̍͜w̶̷̡̹̝̘͔̙̬̫̲͎̙̩̟̩̘̬͙͒̉̑̀́͂̀̿̍͛͆͒̃͐ͭ̄́̚͘o̶ͬͣ̈͑̽̾̆͑ͦ̃̿̑̅̽̅̆̀̈̀҉̧͇̲̠͚̜r̴̶̙̫̭̮̜̖͋̉̅ͧ̉̐ͫ͛̔͛͗̈́̏̊ͩ̇͒̆͜͢l̷̛̲̣̣̗̰̗̱͕̪̽̄̈́̓̉͋̿͑̐ͬ͗̾̂ͪ̒͛̈́͘ḑ̍̃̐̀͛̄̀̂ͨ̑̎ͦͦ͋̋͗̃ͣ҉̗̲̭̣͈̖̫̣̫̹̰̦̤ͅ ̸̸̜̱̘̹̺̩̃ͭ̃ͦ͂͂̎e͗̇ͬ͑͌͑̉̃͠͏̡̲̥͉͙͉̱̙̹̣͓̗͙͘n̷̶̷̛̜̦̣̙̬̬͕͇̻̠̱̟̮͇̯̯̙͌͒̌ͭ̃̋̑̓ͦ̿͌d̶̴̡͙̘̳͓͕́̈̈́͊̒͋̋̔̃́̊͋ͨ̇́i̡̧͙̮̰͔̜͙̘͕͔͎̟̝̔̓͌̓̆̋́̚ņ͍͖̖̫͔͚͈̝̤̟͈̫̪̫ͣ̏̈͂ͭ͛̓ͣͪͬ̀͐ͮͬ̕͝ͅg̨͛̇͐ͣͨͤ̂͒̈̿ͤ͊ͭ͏̷̡̦͖͚̦﴿
⦕...I see. But will it be enough?⦖
﴾ͩ̓͋̑ͥ̎ͮ̑̔̚̚͝͏͈̯͈͈̺͖͈͕͍̙͍ì̶̶̪̱̼̺̘̹̥͙̞̩̻̣̲͙̫ͬ̄̀̓̿̃̔̓̓͆̄ͦ̈́̆͘͘t̴̢̧̨̘̟̞͕͍̹̘̻̦̥̗͈̞͚̳̞̔͋ͧ̐̔̆͂̇̋̓ͩͫͣͅ ̀ͣ͗ͫ̓ͨ̈́̓̆͌͘͟͝҉̙̬̮̦̱̬̞̼̯̪͕̠̣̦̣͕̼̭ḧ̵̸̘̰̜̣͙̰̤̭̻̼̙̫͆̓̈͐̓͆͋ͦͫͩã͐̓̋͗͘͢͞҉̥̪̖̦̞̟̜͕͉̫͈̣̮͟ͅͅs̴̵̝̮̗̙͙̩̲̩ͪ͋͊̇ͥ̆̽̊ͬ̽ͩ̌͐̿̉̚̕ ̛͙̫̩̰̯͖͈͌̍͋̎̅͂̽̋͐ͬ͂̈͋̔͊́̕͜ͅé̊̌̎̃̀̓ͣ͆̐ͧ̄̏͏̶̴̡̟͕̼̰̦̙̠̭͍̰͇̞̺͎̮͙̰ͅn̶̖̥͓̳͇̫̹̘̊ͪ̒̒̍̇ͭ͐ͫ͝d̺̙̖͙͇̟̣͕̏̒ͩ̃̈̈́͑̈̀̚e̶͎͇͖̻̩͍̪̖͖͔̱̻̳̍ͧ̇̔ͭ̆̈́ͨ̅͆̉̏̀d̞͙̩̲̦͉̩̦̰͔̰̜̙̓͑̌̒͞͝ ̬̞̮̱̱͙̖͎̻̩͒ͮ̊ͮ́͘ͅf̒ͮ͋̀͛̆͒ͯ͏̻̭͇̳̜̲̬͉̙̀͜ő̽̿ͮ̏̏̌̄̆̄̃ͨ҉̷̡̛̟̙͍̫̮̙͉͉͓̞rͩ̂̄̒ͮͤ̇͂ͬ̄̇̏̚̕҉̸̯͉͎͎̗͍̤̰͕ ̲̺̩̙̲͈̱̪̦̜͖̖͍̗̫̣ͮͧͦ̊̕ͅm̴͓̳̦̭̺͚̽̉͐͑̎͘͜ȩͩ̑̆ͨͯ̏͋̽͒ͬͪͩͭ͒ͮ̇̓̄͝҉̘̜͓̝̱̜͖̺͉͙̦̱̗̟̙̗̀͞ͅ﴿
⦕And you can handle them, this time?⦖
﴾ͩ̓͋̑ͥ̎ͮ̑̔̚̚͝͏̡͈̯͈͈̺͖͈͕͍̙͍͇̣͉̮͓̫͎̣͑̏ͩ̊̄͛͑̀̕m̷̢̙͓͕͓̲̮̬̰̞̰͔͔̪̰̮̦͖͍̃̐ͬ̄͊ͨ͟͟͡ͅa̢̨͙̹̣̥̙̞̿̅̆̀́ͩ̑̏̅̔ͫ͛̒ͨ̓̄̚͘͠n̴̩̝̤̖͉̣̲̱̣̝͚̎̅̑͐ͨ̀̏̒ͪ̄̒̐ͭ̀ỹ̛ͮͨͯ́̎͋͆ͦͤ̂͡͏̺͇̮̗͖̦͚̠̦͍̺̭̗̤̻̜̤ ̸̶̸̞͈̜͔̤̫̟̫̼̩͊ͭ͐́ͩ́͠͡ţͥ̈́ͩͥ͌̆̽͊͒҉͈̞̲͓̪͇̝̠̻͍͕̙̳̭̟̪͎i̹̫̭͍̟̰͖̻̤̰̺͑̐̾ͫ̂̌͑̑͒̿̔̒̀͘͝m̡͚̜̯̱ͯ̅ͨ͐̂͂͗ͮ̄ͫ̿̎͗͋ͬ̆ͦ͝e̵̬͔͕͓̲͉̣̙̞̯͈̞̰̪̖̼̫̮̝̋́̌̏̎̓̃͆̒̈́ͧ́̓͟s̶̢̰͔̫̲͍̰̫͙̲͗̈̓ͩ͐̃̃̾̇͜﴿
⦕... I see.⦖
﴾ͩ̓͋̑ͥ̎ͮ̑̔̚̚͝͏̡̡͈̯͈͈̺͖͈͕͍̙͍͇̣͉̮͓̫͎̣͍̞̠̟͇̥͚̹̬͙̰̙͚̘̰͑̏ͩ̊̄͛͑̀ͧ̓ͬ̓̆̽̑̾ͣ͑͆̿̉ͭ̈́ͤ̿ͬ̀̕ͅͅḁ̛̳͍̤̖̭̺̾͐̂ͣ͂͊̀͟͞͠n͑̾͑́̊ͩ̾̌̅͢҉̸̸͎̺͉͉̼̜̕ͅd̶̡̫͙̟̟ͨ̓͑͡ͅ ̵̼̻͍ͩ̽ͦ̊ͮ͑̂ͬ̈̃͗͐͂̉ͯ̉̐̊̚bͯͨ̿ͦ͟͡͏͓̫̤̗̘̗͇͚̦̟̤̲͙̳̘ͅȩ͗́̃ͤ͗ͮ̓̀͊̆͏̻̱̠͎̱̩̝̲̦͍̦̦͓͓̳͇͙͕g̅͌ͧ̊̔͌̑̒̀̂̈͌ͤͨͨͥ҉̵̖͎̟̭̹͚͘͢͠ả̾̑̊ͦͩ̊͋̔ͧͦ̏̽̑͑͘͏͘͏̡͔̞͚̠̪͔͔̥̬͇̩̝̣̭̦n̵̛̉̐ͫ̎́̊́͛ͪ͋̽͒̓̉̾ͫ̊͏̟͎̪͔̟̬͕̝̱́ ̷̴͎̬̼̜̙̣̦̦̰̝͎̼͚̠͉̲͓̾̒̈̅͋̈́̊͂ͭ̓̎ͬ̊͌̚͢͝͡aͤ͌́͒́͗̍͏̨̢̣̗̭̰͔̻͓̖̠̗̖̗̞̣̜̟̪̹̕͜ģ̷͖͚̤̹͖̯̔̒͐ͯͬ͋̊ͬ̒̑ͥ̓̋̌ͪ̈́́͘͟a̵̧̨͕̙̠͔̰̻̟̙̦̹͖̰͖̠̦ͬ͒̊̓ͥͨ͐͂͂ͬͪ͘i̔̐̃ͬͯ͗͒ͨ͗̿҉̷̧̻̹̦̫̙̣̩̺́͝ṉ̷̷̯̲͊̾̅̓̓͆̆̓ͫ͜͡͞ ̿͂̋̎̍̅̔̉ͧ̃̎ͥͬ́ͪͥͨ͢͡͏͈͇̗͉̞i̴̵̛̲͈̻͚̱̯͇̯͔͕̦̺̘͕͔̪̙̹͔ͨͭ͗ͫ́ͥ̊̒̋̆́̚͢n̷̪̮͍̮̻̂ͨ̂ͥ̾́̀́͜ ̣̩̼̞̯̱̲̣͈̄̅ͥ̍ͧ̏̉̒͂̽̇ͧ̽ͨ͗ͧ̇̍͟͟͝͠ͅt̢̡̠̩̺̗̣͕̯̘͍ͦͨ͒̄̈́̒́̽ͬͩ͑̽̈́́̊̊ͦh̨͓̫̰͚̖̖̱̺̟͕͕̲̹̬̖̓͂ͤͦ̓̈ͭ̀͋̈̈̔̿ͬ̄ͤ͐ͧ͠e̵̮̜̤̭̱̖͍̫͉̬͕̠͉͈͍̘̫ͫ̇̒̈́̌̓ͥ͛̓͑͑ͩ́̕͞ ̂ͮ͑͋̐̈́̊ͥ͒͐̈̚҉̶̷̘̤̺̲̘m̶͍̮̞͇͇͇ͬ͊ͮ̈͞ő̴̢̳͖̺̼̞͕͙̟̩̻̬͉͊̉͗̍̉ͮ̉ͧ͊̔̌͑̕͝ͅŗ̴̮͙̦͓̠͒̉̌͗̄̌̿ͯͮ͐̎̓̐͑̅̽̊̀̕n̡͎̘͖̯̣͓͈̜͒̈́̽̉ͨͦ͒̚̕ǐ͒̈ͭ͒ͯ͊̾̇҉̸̜̭͇̬̹͔̣͕͓̬̬̳n̴̤̜̳̱̻͎̙̪̫͖̟̫̋ͤ̅ͫͭ̾̍̔͐ͅͅg̶̭̻̘̝̖̟̪̰͕̻͚̺͆ͦͪͭ̎ͧ̀͘͜͜﴿
⦕... I will be ready. Get ready.⦖
"If there is no way to win, I will simply force a way."
The Flamebringer
Mordred: <Artoria, you sell yourself short.>
edited 22nd Dec '17 9:42:14 PM by Izshta
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Clavis Party
Rowan's pretty soundly passed out. He twitches a couple times, but that's about it when it comes to activity.
off the shits
pain peko
-Jamie pokes Rowan a few times, suprised no one else seems concerned about the unconcious Ninetales man on the floor.-
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"
Flying Colors
Clavis Manor
Corrin: Ah. I was... just a bit curious, is all. I had a friend with a lovely voice back in my home world, and your humming reminded me of her.
Some Rando
Clavis Party
While Colt and Ilya were interacting, a Pokéball opened and a gray blur dashed off, an orange fleck acconpanying her.
Clavis Ballroom
Sometime later, some lady in an orange scarf and casual attire, including a shirt with the character “匹” would show up and kneel beside the unconscious Ninetales, shimmying his shoulder for a response.
She’d mutter something about D.C. and her trainer.
edited 22nd Dec '17 10:04:31 PM by AbsentCoder
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Clavis Party
He groans and rolls over. Any further disturbances prompt a murmur of, "Wow Daydre it's the weekend I'm surprised you're trying to wake me up..."
off the shits
The Flamebringer
Tamamo pokes Rowan. "Too much to drink, I would say☆" All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
PEFE!Every: See? Exchange of information.
-...-
-she walks off briskly, looking for the person she was looking for when she joined this group-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.