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Celadon Hotel

-Ludmilla drifts off to sleep, dreaming of being home for this weirdo holiday that makes people give other people stuff.-

-After a moment to make sure she had truly fallen into REM sleep, Dune silently opens the door.-

Selene: <I told you a sugar crash would knock her out!>

-Dune holds a finger to his lips, and Selene squeaks before mimicking the action.-

-Dune takes Ludmilla's new and very convenient Obscura beret and plops it over his daughter's face.-

-He counts down with his fingers - one, two...-

*wuh-thoomp!*

-Elizabeth pets a sleeping Naganadel in her lap as she telepathically talks to her mons.-

~Are you sure we should trust him?~

~Do not judge a book by its cover, my child.~

He seems harmless, dear.

~I'm sure most assassins do.~

~Lyra, if he wanted to kill me, I would be dead by now. Besides, don't you think you can handle it, miss "I have six guns and can make Psycho Cut constructs"?~

~They're blasters.~

-Elizabeth waves a hand dismissively.-

~Po-ta-toe, to-mah-toe, Lyra.~

~Oh, shut it Livvy.~

What of you, Haku?

~Dead before he could do anything.~

~That's terrifying but also convincing.~

~I guess.~

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Iri Manor

Regina: -She looks up at the sky with Jacob, sitting on the roof- <It's a pleasant night.>

Jacob: "It is̰͟."

Regina: -She looks over at him, eyes full of concern- <... Are you alright?> It's too late
Jacob: "Yes, I am." I'm here.
Jacob: "I'm Fine." You cannot stop
Regina: <....> the coming storm
Regina: <... Okay. I trust you.>

edited 24th Dec '17 9:13:45 PM by Verax

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

-there is a loud commotion from the shop door as Mew Prime zips in, pursued by a Marowak and vaguely Charizard being-

-as she and her pursuers vanish behind an employees-only door, shoppers may notice a man now sitting at the customer service desk-

Deskman: The manager will be unavailable until further notice, but I am authorized to service most customer inquiries.

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

-Jamie just strares blankly at the scene. Shaun approaches the deskman.-

Shaun: "I can see that. I heard you guys carry clothing that turn Pokémon mostly human. Is that just scarves, or are there other things?"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

-Mezzo hands Fortis a scythe-

Fortis: Oh my gosh!

Mezzo: This is technically yours since the evil version of you had it, so uh... Merry Christmas? I would have kept it for my blade collection but it's not sharp.

Fortis: Thank you Piano! Merry Christmas! -twirls it around-

-Fortis and Mezzo are then glomped from behind-

Noelle: Merry X-Mas!

Fortis: Eep! Hi miss Noelle!

Mezzo: What are you doing here?

Noelle: Celebrating X-Mas, of course! And also looking for cute girls to smooch.

Mezzo: Don't you have a girlfriend? Don't you have like 5 girlfriends?

Noelle: What, can't I have some fun? I mean, you went and made out with a tent—

Mezzo: Shut up.

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

-Deskman frowns-

Deskman: Store policy is to not sell defective merchandise. If merchandise is found to possess unadvertised enchantments or curses, including but not limited to transformations, valuable lessons about one's place in the cosmic order, or earworms lasting more than seven (7) days, it may be exchanged at any time for store credit.

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

-Shaun frowns.-

Shaun: "I'll keep that in mind. So you don't know which, if any, of these pieces of clothing cause transformations?"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Deskman: per store policy, such clothing should be found in the reject bin.

-he gestures towards a cloth bin full of various articles-

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

Artoria is driving at questionably legal speeds on a seldom-used mountain highway in... Almia.

Mordred: <AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>

Artoria banks around a corner, the headlights flashing on something.

Mordred: <Wait ->

Artoria slams on the breaks, the car sliding to a halt sideways.

Mordred: <Oh, that can't have been good for the tires.>

Artoria backs up, illuminating a rather large Kommo-o standing in the roadway.

Mordred: <What the shit>

Kommo-o: <SCION OF PENDRAGON, HEED MY WORDS.>

Artoria: -reaches for her scarf.- "If it is a fight you want it is a fight you shall have."

Kommo-o: <I COME NOT OFFERING VIOLENCE, BUT PORTENTS.>

Artoria gives a disbelieving look◊.

Kommo-o: -raises their claws non-aggressively.- <A STORM BREWS UPON THE HORIZON, SCION OF PENDRAGON. LINES WILL BE DRAWN. THE FIRST SEAL HAS UNRAVELED, VISIBLE IN THE SKY FOR ALL TO SEE, AND THE SECOND YET COMES UNDONE.

<HEED ME OR NOT, THY FATE HANGS IN THE BALANCE, SCION OF PENDRAGON. SEEK THE SWORD THAT IS THY BIRTHRIGHT. WITH IT THOU MIGHT FIND ANSWERS - AND THY DESTINY>

-And the Kommo-o poofs off, leaving a very confused Mordred and Artoria.-

Mordred: <... What. The fuck. Just happened.>

edited 24th Dec '17 10:08:02 PM by Izshta

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

Artoria is driving at questionably legal speeds on a seldom-used mountain highway in... Almia.

Mordred: <AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>

Artoria banks around a corner, the headlights flashing on something.

Mordred: <Wait ->

Artoria slams on the breaks, the car sliding to a halt sideways.

Mordred: <Oh, that can't have been good for the tires.>

Artoria backs up, illuminating a rather large Kommo-o standing in the roadway.

Mordred: <What the shit>

Kommo-o: <SCION OF PENDRAGON, HEED MY WORDS.>

Artoria: -reaches for her scarf.- "If it is a fight you want it is a fight you shall have."

Kommo-o: <I COME NOT OFFERING VIOLENCE, BUT PORTENTS.>

Artoria gives a disbelieving look◊.

Kommo-o: -raises their claws non-aggressively.- <A STORM BREWS UPON THE HORIZON, SCION OF PENDRAGON. LINES WILL BE DRAWN. THE FIRST SEAL HAS UNRAVELED, VISIBLE IN THE SKY FOR ALL TO SEE, AND THE SECOND YET COMES UNDONE.

<HEED ME OR NOT, THY FATE HANGS IN THE BALANCE, SCION OF PENDRAGON. SEEK THE SWORD THAT IS THY BIRTHRIGHT. WITH IT THOU MIGHT FIND ANSWERS - AND THY DESTINY>

-And the Kommo-o poofs off, leaving a very confused Mordred and Artoria.-

Mordred: <... What. The fuck. Just happened.>

edited 24th Dec '17 10:08:02 PM by Izshta

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

Celadon

-Kai and Rose are TOTALLY INNOCENTLY curled up all snuggly together.-

-It's cute and nothing more.- yeah thats bullshit we all know it

-Let Rose Be Happy.-

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edited 24th Dec '17 11:42:48 PM by BittersweetNSour

Mordred: <So please explain to me what the actual fuck that was>

Artoria: "I have... no idea."

Mordred: <As I recall, a Kommo-o, not native to [Japan], let alone Almia, just told us to go find Excalibur and was talking about the apocalypse.>

Artoria: "Yes."

Mordred: <The fuck?>

Artoria: "I... do not know."

Mordred facedesks. <Whaaaat the fuuuuuuuuck and I literally set you up with a video game character.>

Artoria: "... Mordred it was just a dance."

Mordred looks at Artoria exasperatedly, then slams her face back into the table.

Artoria: "Mordred -"

Mordred: <Resistant to normal-type attacks.>

Artoria: "Mordred that... whatever."

Mordred: -pops her head up- <Seriously what the fuuuuuuck.>

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

Clavis Party

-With a sound that is kinda painful to be at the epicenter of, the plate pile that uses Pent for mobilization makes it's way following Selene-

The Depths of Christmas Eve

-Cold winter nights, through the chill the dancing of the sky still promised threat and looming disaster-

-Dark winter nights, shadows loom larger than life allows, stars dot the tear within and without. Without the stars twist tales of a hunting archer, the Fraxure it meets and the tools to catch and tame it. Within the tear a constellation shines through the green of a nebula: The Thief-

-Grim winter nights, she walks the streets alone, between the falling flakes some moments her skin runs with verdant sigils, but the glimpse passes with a swish of her red and white dress. A trick of seasonal magic, surely. She is a hunter, looking for her quarry. She is akin to a Fraxure, bearer of glaive. She is a Thief, cunning and wicked. But this is the feast of odd things, so she turns against her nature-

-Instead, a gift-wrapped box and a folded piece of paper she placed outside his portable domicile. The Brass wished to cut off the serpent's head before it grew scales, but in this clarity of thought and the backwards days of Saturnalia, she had a different goal-

-She just wanted her father to walk the path that would lead to her existence-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Clavis Combine

-Megan and Pippy blink at Ever's departure Thespi: <He pulled a Gligarman!>, before smiling-

Megan: It was nice meeting you too!

Thespi: <Thanks for the exposition!>

Pippy: -smiles- <And all the advice.>

Megan: Take care!

edited 25th Dec '17 4:17:30 AM by Asterisk395

No mind to think. No will to break.

Silas looked at Shaun, Hacks however felt the aura and nearly fell over from the power.

"Yeah there's something off about this guy..." Silas whispered to Shaun.

Hacks rejoined his trainer as they stepped over to the discount bin.

The door opened, Sarah Grant wondering who could be visiting this early in the morning. On Christmas no less.

At the door was her first born, a big smile on his face, and his Pokemon team behind him. Sarah said nothing and sat there for a minute before pulling him into a hug and then saying "Welcome home Silas. Came to see your family for Christmas?"

"Well of course. Haven't missed a Christmas yet, don't plan on starting now."

In Silas and his team stepped, Bishop looking around at all the decorations.

Silas's father, Leonard Grant sat beside the tree, sipping a hot cup of coffee, "Hey son," he said with a smile, "Welcome back. Merry Christmas."

Silas took a seat on the couch, Hacks soon sitting beside him. It was nice to get back home.

The presents however would wait, "Mom. Dad. I kind of have something to tell you," his smile becoming a bit uneasy.

Sarah and Leonard looked at each other, "Well... What is it?"

<Yeah go on. Tell them about it,> "I will Snakeye give me a moment."

The two looked, Silas realized what had happened, "Hacks what did Silas's cacturne say?" ~He told Silas to tell you guys already.~

Silas took a deep breath and explained a lot about what had gone on, leaving out the details of alternate dimensional travel for now. It would be saved for later and honestly it was a bit too much trouble and would leave too many questions.

Silas finished with, "Long story short, I got turned into a Lucario and now I can understand Pokemon now."

Sarah and Leonard sat there, pondering what to say, Leonard went first. "Is that all?"

"Huh?"

"Son. You're part of the Grant Family... honestly being turned into a Pokemon is peanuts compared to the stuff your Grandfather had to go through, or hell what happened with your ancestor Arthur."

Silas admitted Arthur the Cursed did have a pretty wild adventure to go through.

"You're still you, you're emoting more from the looks of it, and you came home to see us for Christmas. So what if you're part of the J-Team and you have gone on all these crazy adventures. You're still my son, I'm just glad you're here."

Silas smiled a little, that was reassuring.

"I'm honestly not surprised at the Lucario bit, considering how much Hacks hangs around Silas and how even as a kid you kept him outside of his ball constantly. It's like existence has a sense of humor," Sarah added.

~That's what Amber said!~ Hacks said with a chuckle.

Silas gave his family a look, before shrugging with a sigh and laughing as well. It was kind of funny, and hey, Christmas day.

"Now come on, it's Christmas, let's open some gifts and watch some specials," Sarah finished grabbing a present from under the tree.

Even with how much had changed, today for Silas, was going to be the same as his previous ones regardless.

Celadon

-A slip of paper floats by on the wind.-

edited 25th Dec '17 4:53:09 AM by BittersweetNSour

Celadon

-That note likely tangles itself on the bag for now because Pent's author needs to sleep and thus Pent is remaining in bed a bit longer-

-Oh also some giddy drifty girl (not the one from the previous post) has dropped by the bag to disgorge some dull white and black crystals, a note and a small present wrapped in blood red paper-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-All is quiet.-

-The multiple members of the Snalitzo family are all sleeping.-

-A young boy wakes up, and walks to the living room, rubbing his eyes. Many presents are under the tree.-

-Phoenix kicks the door open, shouting "HO HO HO"-

Little Boy: Caleb!

Phoenix: Sup, Alex.

-Alex runs through the apartment, yelling into all the rooms.-

Alex: Caleb's home! He brought more presents!

-Five minutes later, the whole Snalitzo family sits in the living room, excitedly.-

Phoenix's Mother: It's so nice to see you, Caleb. You must be having so much fun on your journey!

-Phoenix laughs, and shows his brother his badges.-

Alex: Woah! You beat two gym leaders?!

Phoenix: Mhm. Say, why don't you open the first present, Alex?

-Phoenix hands Alex a wrapped sphere. Alex rips the paper to reveal a shiny Pokéball.-

Alex: Is this...

-Alex tosses the ball, and a Lillipup appears in a flash of light.-

Phoenix: He's all yours, buddy.

Alex: *excited gasping* Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou so much!

-The Lillipup jumps up and licks Alex's face.-

Who's ready for a highlight reel?

Shaun: "Well, everyone's here. Even you, Celena."

-The woman in a green kimono nods.-

Human!Celena: "I am glad I get to take part in this celebration."

---

Shaun: "Here Beowulf, open this."

-Beowulf cleanly unwraps the box with a combination of Telekinesis and Psycho Cuts to reveal...a chess set?-

-But not any chess set. A Monified one. Psychic-types versus Dark-types. The former set has figurines of a Gallade, a Gardevoir, two Beheeyem, two Medichams atop two Girafarig, two Metagross, and eight Ralts. The latter set has figurines of a Zoroark, a Weavile, two Greninja, two Bisharp, two Tyranitar, and eight Alolan Rattata.-

Beowulf: <Thank you, Shaun. I imagine this will see much use.>

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Jamie: <Shaun, if you want Jessica's present, you need to close your eyes.>

Shaun: "Fine."

Jamie: <You can open them now.>

-Shaun looks at the box in front of him and opens it to reveal a Vulpix with a gift bow on her head.-

Jessica: <Ta-da! Isn't this the best present?>

-Shaun grins.-

Shaun: "Maybe."

---

Marshall: "That's from me."

Shaun: "Okay."

-Shaun opens a box of T Ms - all new.-

---

Bryan: "I know you like the resilience of your phone, since you don't want it to break, so I built that for you."

-Shaun admires the sturdy, tank-like smartphone in his hands.-

Shaun: "Thanks, Dad."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Psyche squees upon getting the text.

"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

Shaun: "Ya think?"

-Nonetheless, he and Jamie also approach the reject bin.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

-Lucius is sat in his dorm, picking at the cold TV dinner on his lap while occasionally taking swigs from a bottle of cider.-

Lucius: ...Merry Christmas, me.

Kirk: <We're right here, you know.>

Lucius: Merry Christmas us, then. Man, next year can't come quickly enough...

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.

-Maggie is around-

-She is still not wearing shoes-

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

Iron Aux Base

Scarlette: Guess that makes two of us, huh?

-She sips her own mug full of cider.-

Scarlette: Merry Christmas to the ones alone.