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Celadon City

-the trash can flap opens, making a metallic bonk as it hits the trash can occupant in the face-

Trash Can: Ow.

-with some difficulty, the person clambers out of the exit, landing on the pavement with an "oof" to reveal...-

Joe: Holy fuck!

-a skinny white-haired boy covered in trash, wearing a Nanab peel as a hat and grinning from ear to ear-

Joe: Isn't this a blast from the past? :D

Ever: ...

...

...

Well, I know why you were in the can, so I guess we can get past that awkward phase of the conversation. How've you been, Joe? I missed your face.

Celadon

Joe: Aaaaaw, that's sweet of you! ^^

-he shakes his head, sending the Nanab peel flying off-

Joe: I've been good! Well, sorta. My Heart's been going haywire for, like, a year, which kind of makes me get all mood swingy and socially anxious. Luckily my self from the future came over to help me out and prepare me for my job which I still don't know!

-he smiles-

Joe: How about you?

Golias: -to Channah- "Hm, it's an excellent name. You don't see me commenting on this continent's tendency for clouds and colors for place names."

Channah: That's Unova's theme? Weird. But eh. Grust still sounds like something I'd come up with.

Celadon

-Echo chuckles-

Echo: We'll see which clause in the code applies when the time comes.

Mobius Airship

-Heap hits the Zoroark with a Fire Blast-

-Ever blinks-

Ever: ...There's a lot to unpack there.

Right, Joe's a Heart. Hopefully he's got that under control...

Um, things have been alright. I've been running a ghost motel out of myself, I've been keeping more in touch with my family, I caught that Latios that was controlling my mind back in Orre.

...

Did you say your future self is around?

Celadon

-Joe nods vigorously-

Joe: Yep! Don't worry, he's not all battle-scarred, so I don't think this is the Mad Max future we're going into. Only real differences is that he's calmer and cooler than me, he's got a job as some sort of diplomat, and he likes Steely Dan.

-head tilt-

Joe: Ghost motel?

 Marvelous Bridge 

-To Golias-

I've met a person from where you're from, you're a long way from home.

Ever: Huh. That sounds...stabilizing. And existentially intriguing. But you're plenty cool as you are.

-he smiles-

Yep, ghost motel. Say hi!

-Ever blinks, and when he opens his eyes, they're solid black. His hair stands on end, writhing like snakes, and obscura flickers around him as dozens of various limbs manifest-

-all of them giving Joe a friendly wave-

-and then he's back to normal, the only sign that anything was odd the slight dishevelment of his hair-

Ever: I take them places they couldn't normally get to, and they help me get there faster! ^_^

Asimov Jet

".. Uh. Depends on what we're trying here."

Mt. Lanakila PMC

-Doomsday sighed. If it weren't for the fact that she was technically on the job 24/7, she'd be developing a taste for scotch right now. Or whiskey. Or rubbing alcohol. She eventually settled to try vodka at some point.-

-Ludmilla had another migraine earlier today, which was weird. This one came along just a day or two after the last one. What was she doing to trigger them? Or was it the elevation?-

Ludmilla: What would it be like if your hands were made out of hot pockets?

Doomsday: <What are you doing up?! I told you to get some sleep!>

Ludmilla: Can't. Brain won't slow down. ... What would it be like if your face was shaped like Orre?

Doomsday: <Oh jeez, you're going through a euphoria. Fucking migraines, can't have consistent side effects...>

Ludmilla: What if the world was made of many small worlds that all look exactly like our world and one of the worlds was made of glazed donuts?

Doomsday: <Alright that's it, I'm Singing you to sleep. Go. Scoot. Back to bed.>

Celadon

-Joe watches, dumbstruck, as Ever shows off his ghost limbs-

Joe: Coooooooooool.

-he blinks, then sniffs the air a couple of times-

Joe: Something about you smells different.

Ever: Thanks!

-he folds his legs up onto the bench curiously-

Uh, I've been using different perfume, but not like, that recently...you sure it's not just...

-he gestures vaguely at the trash can-

Celadon

Joe: No, it's not the trash. And it's not the perfume-which is great, by the way, where did you get it?

-he shook his head-

Joe: No, you smell like me.

-beat-

Joe: Not like trash, again, just to be clear. Like...uh, what's the word...

-snaps his fingers-

Joe: Yeah, that's right! You've been hanging with fairies?

Cereza: <We should wrap this up, dear.>

???: <Fluffles? Where'd you go?"

Growlithe Fluffles: <Over here!>

-A Litleo walks through the grass onto the scene.-

Litleo: <What's going on?>

Fluffles: <I'm fighting this Fennekin so this lady can catch me and be my Trainer!>

-Her tail wags.-

Litleo: <And what about me?>

Fluffles: <Oh, I didn't think about that.>

Shaun: "Uh, question - what the hell is a wild Litleo doing in Unova?"

Litleo: <It's a long story.>

Shaun: "I have the time."

Jessica: "Oh, leave him alone. Hey little Litleo, you wanna come with us too? I'm sure Cereza and Fluffles could use the company."

Litleo: <Cereza...do I know you?>

-The Litleo cocks his head and looks at the Fennekin, who does the same.-

Litleo: <In the language of flowers...>

Cereza: <Rosemary equates to rememberance. What was I known as in Ransei?>

Litleo: <Kunaimi, a mercenary and a witch. What was I back then?>

Cereza: <As I recall, a Purrloin, then a Liepard. Who was my husband?>

Litleo: <You never had one. Though if I recall, you did end up married to a woman for a night.>

Cereza: <Oh yes, that was quite the experience. Hello Cheshire.>

Litleo Cheshire: <Hello mistress.>

Shaun: "OKAY WHAT THE FUCK"

Cereza: <I suppose we owe you an explanation.>

Shaun: "Your Arceusdamned right you do!"

Fluffles: -Is a very confused doggo-

Jessica: "Does this mean the battle's over?"

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Sep 5th 2018 at 8:58:28 AM

Megan: It's a teleport!

Vee: <Um...>

Megan: -to her mons- Okay, start up Warp Drive!

Pippy: -standing up- <We're not calling it that.>

Megan: But warp drive!

Megan: Okay, assuming we're doing this, where do you want to go?

-Tripod and Pollen float up, stretching metaphorical and literal wings-

Megan: I'm surrounded by J-Teamers, so do you trust? If not me, then that I don't want to get kicked out or arrested for hurting you?

Vee: <But they don't know Teleport! And we still haven't gotten a harness or-or anything!>

Megan: Trust me! And we're not doing it like that! Are you with me?

Vee: -sighing- <Of course I am.>

Megan: Great!

-Megan skips over to Tripod-

Okay, so you're gonna–

–got it?

-they beep in cheerful affirmative-

Megan: And, last but not least...

-she hops in front of Daydre and clasps her hands-

Are you my ally? And an ally to my mons?

-she looks at Daydre with earnest eyes-

-Ever beams-

Ever: There's this place in Floaroma, near the flower shop. They sell really nice stuff.

-his grin fades a little when Joe mentions fairies, but quickly springs back up-

Ever: Uh, in a manner of speaking. You know how there are the guardian deities of the islands in Alola? One of them has claimed some partial credit for my existence, along with that of some other branches of my family.

Celadon

Joe: Ooooh? So, like, does this manifest at all? I know when I hang out with fairies it kinda gets weird sometimes.

-Ever gives Joe a sideways smile-

Ever: "Weird" is probably the word. Metal and poison disagree with me vehemently, and when I'm around other fairies, especially ones that can make any claim to power, I get...uncomfortably pliable.

Like, I know what I'm supposed to do, and I just do it without paying a lot of attention. Which, to be fair, has always been a problem.

-he blinks-

When were you around fairies?

Asimov Jet

Daydre looks a bit flustered at the question. ".. U-uh, I think the last island I was on was Akala and yes I guess so?"

edited 10th Jan '18 9:44:59 PM by Daydre

Celadon

Joe: More often than you'd think! I handle myself pretty well around them, though-I don't let them walk all over me, but I follow all the rules. Plus, y'know, fairy-types and all. I don't get all pliable like you, but I do get...loopy? Like, you know that Clefable Dune has, Selene? She stops making sense during certain phases of the moon-like, not incoherent, but not really adhering to what's normal or, like, possible. That's sorta what happens to me.

-Ever smiles-

Ever: That sounds pretty much faerie. It's good you can handle yourself.

-his grin spreads, just a little-

And that you follow the rules. You gotta do that.

-he winks-

Celadon

-Joe nods-

Joe: That's right!

-thinks-

Joe: Y'know, have you noticed that over time we've sort of become more alike?