-now normal again, they all look slightly embarrassed, minus Fangirl and Truth-

Truth: -dryly- No, we're going to leave you in there to do whatever you want to my fragile psyche. -follows-

Fangirl: -gives Tagg a nervous smile before joining him, along with the rest-

 Channah's Mindscape 

-Walking forward-

So... What should we expect regarding Deepest Self?

-Brie is lying on the mattress set up for her, her arm in a sling, her leg supported, and wearing what Ever has flippantly described as icepack mail over most of her upper body. Ever's sitting on the edge of the mattress, as it's the only piece of furniture that involves no metal. He's taken off his prosthetic and left it on his bed, to avoid any chance damaging it further-

Ever: How are you holding up?

-Brie grins-

-...-

Ever: ...No way. This was not a learning experience. You are not allowed to claim that you got something out of this, because I just picked up some cuts and bruises and it's going to be really embarrassing if I'm the one stressed out over the whole thing.

Brie: No, think about it!

-she winces, and continues a little less enthusiastically-

Brie: Okay, yeah, things could have gone better. I'm not, like, happy about that woman with Bisharp powers sucker-punching me or anything.

Ever: I think it was a Feint Attack.

Brie: If I could move I'd smack you.

Ever: But you can't.

Brie: Anyway, I'm really not happy that Skyfire and Tara got hurt.

Ever: Guillaume and Amanita took them to a Pokemon Center, along with the rest of our team. They'll be fine.

-Brie sighs with relief, realizes that this also hurts, and decides to just keep explaining herself-

Brie: But those creeps from Pokefutures are gone now.

Ever: Yeah, good thing that giant monster finished them off.

Brie: Right. And we have a ton more info on how to deal with Zemmalise, and I bet PEFE!Every saw stuff we didn't while we were out.

Ever: Probably.

Brie: Though, unless we want to get Guillaume mixed up in this again, at least one of us should get a Key Stone. At this point, it's becoming impractical not to have it as an option.

Ever: -sighs- Yeah. I'll see what I can do.

Brie: What makes you think it's going to be you?

Ever: I mean, unless we get a nice long break before Zemmalise shows themself again, you're sitting that out. Because, you know, you can't stand.

-Brie sticks out her tongue at Ever, and is delighted to find that this doesn't hurt at all. He rolls his eyes-

Ever: You should get checked out by an actual doctor at some point soon. I like Guillaume but a medical degree is rather comforting.

Brie: I think he likes you too.

-she grins slyly-

Ever: (thoughtfully) That's not the read I'm getting. He was more surprised that I was straight than upset that I'm not single, so either you're wrong or he's just really good at hiding his emotions. I think he's just nice.

Guillaume: ...I'm also right here.

-indeed, he's currently exiting the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea-

Brie: Wait, what?

-Brie attempts to crane her neck, but can't. Ever grins shamelessly-

Ever: We're talking about you.

Guillaume: (dryly) So I heard.

-he smiles at Ever and walks off, leaving Ever with a cheerfully smug expression and Brie looking like she wants to hop on Atlantis and fly to distant lands-

-Guillaume makes his way over to the couch, where Amanita is browsing the Internet, bored. PEFE!Every is curled up on her shoulder, fast asleep. Guillaume sits down on Amanita's other side, offering her the second cup of tea, which she accepts-

Guillaume: So, you're all pretty close, huh?

Amanita: Yeah. Weird, since we're about as closely related as your average strangers, but we've been through a lot together, so it kind of stands out, you know?

Guillaume: Family's important. Reminds me I should call my sister.

Amanita: ...Same, honestly.

Guillaume: So you're not fae, then?

-Amanita nearly spits out her tea. Guillaume looks embarrassed-

Guillaume: Uh, sorry. I mean, Ever...you know, he looks like he's about to be sick when we're in a metal building, and there's the prosthetic, and also his generalized manner and presentation. I was just curious; I'm Kalosian, these kinds of things are important to me, you know?

-Amanita blinks a couple times-

Amanita: ...Uh, no, I'm not fae. I'm a Poison-type trainer, even; I doubt they'd have me.

-Guillaume laughs-

Guillaume: You should meet my Crobat sometime. She's a sweetheart.

Amanita: Ooh! I love Crobat! My starter's a Crobat, he's awesome!

-Guillaume smiles-

-meanwhile, PEFE!Every is asleep, and despite her peaceful appearance, her dreams are-

-well-

-she's sitting in a cavern lit only by a dim, ambient light, across from an indistinct figure. It looks like her in general outline, but the light leaves PEFE!Every in her usual gray, casting the figure in red-

PEFE!Every: ...Hi.

Hi.

PEFE!Every: You're...you're the Aegislash, right? You're behind all the weird thoughts I've been having?

It's how I communicate.

PEFE!Every: ...You killed someone yesterday. Not that he didn't deserve it or anything, but...you're in my head. Can I trust you?

He was trying to hurt us.

Are you upset? Please don't be upset.

PEFE!Every: ...I'm not upset.

Okay.

I just...don't want to be left again.

-...-

-sounds familiar-

PEFE!Every: I won't leave you. Promise.

Okay.

PEFE!Every: Um...hey. Is there something I should call you? It feels weird just thinking of you as "Tiny Honedge". Especially since neither of those things are true now.

Frey.

PEFE!Every: Sounds good.

-she leans forward to give Frey a hug-

edited 15th Mar '18 10:50:44 PM by memyselfandI2

-Mezzo is curled up in bed, playing a game on her Switch-

Mezzo: You know, this doesn't feel the same without Cinnamon on my head.

Sunny: <I could be a replacement?>

Mezzo: You're a good hat, Sunny, but you're not a Mario hat.

Bergmite: <Yellow hats are better, seriously.>

-they enter the atrium-

Fangirl: -in a hushed whisper- It's a mysterious being who's been here since the beginning of time... Er, the beginning of me, I mean. Sending plagues and natural disasters on its own people. No one really knows why.

Truth: -running her tongue over misshapen teeth, leaving a broken trail of dirt on the floor- Been a while since I've had an audience with em. Don't expect a lot of scintillating conversation. If there's one thing Deepest Self can't stand, it's people.

-the vast dream cathedral is grand and stately - boxy and neo-classical in style, with columns and arches decorated in mosaics and icons of Flying and Fire-type Pokémon, Channah's team past and present, as well as upside-down crosses-

Dioh: -looks pleased- Amazing! I love religious architecture!

Truth: Eh. You know, when I was a kid and sat at home alone a lot, I'd talk to god, pretend he was my friend. ...All that time for imagination games and that's all I could come up with, heh.

 Channah's Mindscape 

-Says nothing, but looks slightly uncomfortable at the crosses-

Ersatz alliance

Lila looked around. Everything was so much bigger than her. She also was confused about something.

Cleffa!Lila: <Um, how do I turn back?>

edited 16th Mar '18 1:07:15 AM by QuantumMelody29

Whittington

With that, a portal is opened, giving off a familiar feel of sand and magic.

Amos: <What in->

Basil: <Fascinating... this is how you'll leave, then?>

Thespi: -floating over- <So that's ✨Mission Complete!✨>

Tripod: at 0:28!

Main Quest: Magic Mirror

Thespi: <I'm glad you're alright, Basil.>

<And we are indeed planning on chasing them down! It's the next part of why we're here!>

-suddenly, Pent-

-both Ceal and Tripod cringe at the poorly-played harmonica-

-and stare at the portal that's opened up as a result-

Thespi: -awed- <Man of mysteryyyyy...>

Ceal: <...could we do that?>

-...-

Ceal: -poorly-played-harmonica noises-

Tripod: -poorly-played-harmonica noises-

edited 16th Mar '18 7:40:33 AM by Asterisk395

Whittington

Nope, just the one portal.

Ceal: <Darn it.>

Tripod: -Razz Berry noise-

Thespi: <...Hey, uh, awkward question.>

<Does anyone know what happened to the mind-control hat?>

Main Quest: Magic Mirror

edited 16th Mar '18 7:53:56 AM by Asterisk395

Thanks to Crow for spagging this with me!

Pakhet levitates the last of Cleo's (many) suitcases from the Baggage Claim carousel onto the suitcase trolley while Cleo nearby is texting someone on her Holocaster, idly petting the Shiny Furfrou by her side occasionally.

Pimpernel: <At least I can finally stretch my legs here after I had to spend half the trip in that ball.>

Cleo: Well, you started out human. But it was a "No Pokemon On Board Flight" and you just so happened to transform in the middle of our first flight to [San Francisco]! I could have gotten into a whole heap of shit because of you, yannow!

Pimpernel: <Hey, not like I wanted to! If the airline bathrooms worked differently, I could've been sitting in literal shit!>

Cleo: -Grumble sighing- I do thank the powers that be that you transformed inside the bathroom where no-one could see you instead of on the deck where everyone could. Even if you did cause a line in front of the toilet for 30 minutes.

Pimpernel: <Do you know how hard it is to unlock the toilet latch with paws!? I'd like to see you try it!>

Cleo: -Rolling her eyes- At least I was able to recall you and bribe the passengers involved before anyone else noticed. But anyway, what is it like inside those Pokeballs? I heard that each one creates a tailor made environment for each 'Mon. And that Luxury Balls especially create a nice, comfy, plush environment. You should have been right at home, Dandelion.

Pimpernel: <...It's not too bad, I suppose. It's fairly comfortable and cushy, I will admit. Still, it reminds me of this whole situation and how low I've sunk. It makes me feel like a common mutt.>

Cleo: I bet you had more room in there than you would sitting down in the cabin, even considering we were in First Class accommodation

Pimpernel: <It's the principle of the matter!>.

Nearby, Pakhet exaggeratedly wipes her brow and looks to the now stocked trolley with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Pakhet: -Smiling- <Phew! All that work done! And no thanks to that trainer of ours!>

Montu: -Leaning on the suitcase trolley- <That's just the life of being a stinkin' rich stuffy aristocrat! You expect everyone else to do the hard labour for you! From people to Poke-GAH!!>

Montu, not realising that you push the handle of the trolley to make it move, inadvertently causing the trolley to slip out from under him and cause him to crash on the floor. Pakhet squeals as she dramatically puts her paws on her cheeks.

Pakhet:<MONTU, BABE!> D:

Gallade: <...You alright? I'd figured you'd know how those work before trying something like that.>

Montu: -Muffled- <(I'm okay! I'm okay!)>

Montu pushes himself off the ground and dusts himself off, looking over to Gallade.

Montu: <It's not that I forgot how it worked, old sport. It's more that I wasn't paying attention to how it worked!>

Pakhet: -Helping Montu dust himself off- <Well then, now that we got all the bags on the trolley, do you want to go hang out in the duty free shops around the airport~?>

Gallade: <Heh, guess that's one benefit of this international flying. I'm game.>

<And 'old sport'? What decade were you born in?>

Pakhet huffs and points her wand at Gallade.

Pakhet: <You're one to talk about inserting outdated literary references into our modern lingo, there, Charlie!>

Montu: <I do distinctly remember you taking any opportunity you can to quote the good bard, Charles>

Pakhet: <And you called your bottle of [Kentucky] Bourbon "Ol' Sport" just the other day, Gallade!>

At that moment, Cleo and Pimpernel stroll over to the Three Amigos. Just in time for Pimpernel to hear Montu and Pakhet call Gallade "Charlie/Charles".

Pimpernel: <...Charles? I've never heard you go by that name before.>

Gallade Charles: <Well, *you* certainly weren't creative enough to give me a name, so I came up with one.>

<And let's not sweat the details, you two, not when we could be getting drunk off our asses.>

Montu: <We've been calling him that for years, but fair.>

Pakhet: <We flip between the two, especially when you are around. But agreed, let's go find some sweet, sweet booze!>

Montu: <That precious aqua vitae~>

Cleo places her hands on her hips and pouts at the the three.

Cleo: Oh, nooooo you three don't. I'm not having you ransack the Duty-Free stores like you attempted to back at our stopover in [San Fran]. Besides, we've got places to be, and I got the message from father that Henri should be waiting to pick us up at the Waiting Area, and I don't want to waste his time by having to tear you away from buying 15 bottles of rum and 10 casks of wine!

Pakhet: <That happened one time!>

Charles: -Mock begging- <We'll be good little drunkards this time! Promise!>

Pimpernel: <Gallade, that's that. You're going to stay here when we go meet Henri.>

Charles: <Still sticking with Gallade, huh?>

Montu: <What a power move.>

Pakhet: -Giggling- <If by "power move" you mean "got owned so hard that he had to double down on his mistake to preserve his non-existing final shred of dignity"~>

Pimpernel doesn't have a good response to this, so just sits there mumbling and turning a shade of beet red instead. Cleo, feeling a little sorry for him gives him a quick pat on the head as the Three Amigos holler away.

Cleo: Don't worry about them. They've always been like this, yannow.

Pimpernel: <Hm, I suppose one part of this is that I'm now subject to it all.>

Cleo: That is true, I guess I'm spared because I can only hear what Pakhet or Gallade choose to tell me, rather than every inane quip their mouths blurt out.

Cleo stretches.

Cleo: Anyway, we best be off. Montu?

Montu: <Yes, yes your highness>

Montu pushes the handle of the trolley and actually moves with it this time, following Cleo out of the baggage retrieval area and into the Waiting and Pick Up zone, where an elderly man holding a sign reading "de Nile" stands by the exit. Cleo smirks, pushing her way past others in the airport and giving a casual wave to the family chauffeur.

Cleo: -Smiling- Hey there, Henri! How's it been?

The man puts away the sign and bows in response.

Henri: It is a pleasure to see that you are in good health, Mademoiselle de Nile.

Cleo laughs as she gives the chauffeur a hearty pat on the back.

Cleo: I keep tellin' ya Henri! Call me Cleo! I prefer it to all the stuffy businessy type titles everyone else calls me.

Henri clears his throat as he pushes his glasses back up.

Henri: And as I keep telling you, Mademoiselle de Nile. It's not appropriate for me to refer to you like that. We chauffeurs have a strict code of conduct, after all.

Cleo blows a razzberry at her chauffeur and waves him off.

Cleo: I guess we'll always be at an impasse regarding that. Anyway, we should be gettin' back to the limo before we get charged for staying too long in the pickup zone.

Henri: Indeed.

Henri moves over to the Airport doors and holds it open, bowing and gesturing to Cleo.

Henri: After you, Mademoiselle, and I really hope you didn't talk to any of the clients in Alola the way you're talking to me now.

Cleo sticks her tongue out at Henri as she exits.

Cleo: As I keep saying! There's a time and place to be fancy and there's a time and place to be fun. I'm not in business mode at the moment, so won't you allow me to be a lil loose, pépère~?

Henri smiles at Cleo while Montu and Pakhet roll their eyes as they follow her out of the door.

Montu: <I swear, old man Henri has the patience of a saint.>

Pakhet: <He's a champ to have to deal with Cleo's nonsense while she's here~> :P

Pimpernel: <Then what am I for having to deal with you all?>

Montu: <A chump>

Pakhet: <One tugged along by the red leash of fate~>

Charles: <Pretty stubbornly, really.>

Pimpernel: -dryly- <Ha. ha.>

Charles: <Why are you metaphorically booing them? They're right!>

All three break out into hearty chortles and chuckles as Pimpernel grumbles and growls, waiting for the blissful, momentary reprieve from their taunting. After a bit of moseying towards the limo, Pakhet helps Henri with loading Cleo's bags into the trunk, then the group is shuffled into the back of the Limousine by the old chauffeur.

Henri: -While getting into the driver's seat- As you know Mademoiselle de Nile, it should be around a 4 and a half hour drive to get back to the estate, 4 hours if the traffic is good. Do take the opportunity to relax and rest Mademoiselle, as I know such long flights can take a toll on a person.

Cleo laughs as she pours herself a glass of champagne that was in an ice bucket near her seat.

Cleo: Oh Henri, you've always been on the lookout for me ever since I was a kid. I was travelling First Class! And one of Grand-Uncle's business partners, no less! It was as luxurious as they come!

Henri: That may be true, Mademoiselle, but timezones deal their pain equally across populations - luxury is no barrier to their wrath.

Cleo hums and takes a meditative sip of her champagne.

Cleo: That is true.

Pakhet: -Pouring a glass until it's overflowing- <Yeah! Time zones are the worst!>

Montu: -Catching the overflowing champagne in his own glass- <If I could, I would smoosh the globe until it was one very long, slightly tilted cylinder! So everyone is in one timezone! Whaddya think, Charlie ol' boy?>

Charles: <Would be nice… if we didn't mind whatever that'd do to the earth's orbit, at least.>

Cleo leers and points at the Three Amigos.

Cleo: Oi! Don't you waste my champers, you three. This was a coming home gift for me!

Charles: ~Excuse you. We are most definitely not wasting this fine champagne.~

He catches the champagne overflowing from Montu's glass with his own.

Cleo: :/

Montu: <We shall appreciate this fine elixir with our usual Falstaffian gusto~>

Pimpernel raises an eyebrow.

Pimpernel: <Falstaffian? I didn't know you lot were fans of Henry IV. Hell, I didn't know you read anything outside of the labels on beer cans.>

The three mockingly gasp overdramatically at Pimpernel's insinuation.

Pakhet: -Placing a paw on her chest at Pimpernel's great offence- <Ex-cuuse me! We are prodigious connoisseurs of 37 plays and 154 sonnets credited to great Bard himself! Among other many other literary classiques!>

Montu: <And it's not just beer cans! We also admire the labels on things like vodka, whiskey, rum and tequila~>

Charles: <I suppose with him taking this long to catch up with the fact I have a name it'd only make sense that he now realizes we've been making these references for years too~>

The three take a simultaneous, smug sip of the champagne they poured themselves. Pimpernel, unable to rebut these undeniable facts, grumbles and stews some more - unintentionally inching closer into snuggling territory with Cleo.

Pimpernel: <How much longer until we reach our destination? I need a break from these three.>

Cleo: -Looking over to Pimpernel- You heard Henri, 4 and a half hours. I would offer you some of the champagne to offset their torment, buuut alcohol is deadly to dogs. Plus you wouldn't be able to hold a glass anyway with those paws of yours, considering you were thwarted by airplane bathroom locks.

Pimpernel whines in that pathetic, high-pitched, doggy way.

Pimpernel: <It's confirmed. Arceus hates me and wants to punish me with a Fate Worse than Death itself! Even more damning considering I was brought back from it!! What did I do to deserve such a fate!?>

Charles: -Snickering- <Like Sisyphus, you are bound to hell.>

Pimpernel gives an annoyed yip towards Charles the Gallade. Cleo, sighing, attempts to comfort him by giving him some comforting head pats.

Cleo: It's alright. In around 30 minutes they'll drink themselves unconscious off the in-car bar tap and pass out, then it'll just be smooth sailing till we get back to Cyllage. Can you hang on 'till then?

Pimpernel: <I suppose I could…>

Cleo scratches Pimpernel on the neck and leans back, taking another sip of her champagne.

Cleo: Good~ Now just... relax and enjoy the ride.

Pimpernel sighs and lowers his head onto the limo seat, silently enjoying Cleo's neck scratches (not that he'd ever admit it).Meanwhile, during this whole, silly exchange; Henri drove out of the pick-up bay and started making his way onto the highway, heading back towards Cyllage and thus, home.

edited 16th Mar '18 8:50:00 AM by PippingFool

The Pen reappeared near Pentigan, -Whoa, seems we got a distance limit there kid. You ok?-

It floated over, still taking the odd Gengar form, -So. What did I miss?-

Stylus was bored, very bored, several days of waiting, apparently these things took a lot of planning or something, and no aura use thanks to that jammer. He had tried, but it never got very far, leaving him with little time for anything else to sleep.

The Hotel they were staying at had pokemon other than Herbert to talk to at the very least. Apparently they were having a few issues, a Bellhop's pokemon, a raichu, had brought to his attention a broken radio that they had been trying to fix for a while. Stylus had brought a palm to his face when the raichu admitted they thought it just needed more power and had spent their time zapping it.

Stylus asked for a few things, the radio, a toolkit, and a proper sandwich or burger, preferably one that was extra meaty. The food was his payment, he didn't have much use for money at the moment since he couldn't get into his own bank account.

It was all brought within short time and Stylus had been a bit worried when it had a old retro 40s look to it, those worries were quickly dealt with when he opened the radio and found modern circuitry inside. It was one of those quirky modern builds with a retro style, he didn't quite get it but if people wanted to buy this, no reason for him to argue with it.

The repairs were simple, it was just a radio after all and didn't hold as many complicated parts as his pDroid or any computer he had worked on before. Stylus's mind skipped a bit when he thought about the fact that he was human, he hadn't brought it up, and he really should sometime, but for now he was stuck.

With it finished, he popped in a battery, turned it on, and when it started to play the familiar music of Meilleurs succès de Lumiose, he smiled a bit before taking a bite out of the burger he had ordered.

<Woooooow...> The Raichu said in awe looking over the finished product.

<Yeah I'm pretty good.>

<Not pretty good, amazing! I get that Lucario can hold things with their paws better than some mons, but you fixed this thing good as new!>

Stylus blinked, was it really that surprising that he was good with mechanical items? Hacks had picked up quite a bit from him fairly easily, sure Hacks still preferred combat but what could you do?

<Is it that unusual?>

<Yeah usually mons need to be taught how to use human technology and fix it. We've had a few recent catches come through here and call my trainer's Tablet a "Information Rectangle" or the "Glowing Plate of Knowledge". Did your trainer teach you?>

Stylus gave it some thought, lie and keep his cover, or be honest, honesty won out, he had nothing to lose from it. <I taught myself, I've always been interested in machinery ever since I was a kid.>

<Wow and your trainer let you?>

<Jay over there has only had me for a month or two...>

<Wait... You were a wild riolu and you learned how to use human technology and fix it?>

<Actually I was human.>

The Raichu looked shocked.

Denali was pleased with themselves, having set up a proper stand of new gems and jewels, with a piece of their crowning gem of mega stone forging. A piece of Mewtwonite X, ostensibly just a fancier looking gem right now.

"Alright can't wait for more custo-" Denali almost tripped as they felt something.

He had entered Kalos, Denali groaned. Ever was in Kalos, and they knew that they would be having a Fae to Fae chat eventually.

"Let's hope he arrives soon."

Whittington

They looked at the terrain through the portal before deciding. Roy and Amaterasu returned themselves, leaving Rei as the only one out, along with the Orange Scarf. She rolled her eyes and put it on.

“Good question, actually,” she observed as she pocketed the Pokêballs. “That thing should be sealed away or destroyed. Preferably both - seal away the shards,” she laughed.

“So, we’re going to be chasing after that [two-bit pirate codfish]?” She asked to confirm her suspicions. “I’m gonna need to know where to find or buy a Razor Claw.”

-The Smasher attacking Deziree is countered by Pollen, but it goes for a Hyper Voice-

-the others start swinging their blocks at the rest of the party, though the Steelix chomps a few-

Nero: Just take the scarf off, umu! And I have plenty of money left over from... from...

-she pauses-

Cavendish: -quietly slips the scarf off Lila-

-Marina breaks the tiara in her teeth-

-Tromba slithers onto shore and belches-

Umbra: -pats her- Good job.

-to the portal-

So. Next world?

Now-Human!Ammy: This takes me back.

Umbra: ...Damn, me too.

Marina: <Me three!>

Enzo: <Ack! You guys are acting like this is a vacation. Me? Now those pirates know I was working with you guys, I've got to cover my ass!>

Umbra: Hmm.

-he gets an impish smile-

What if I made you an offer?

Enzo: <Hmm?>

Umbra: We'll protect you and make sure those pirates don't touch you on our watch... If you join us taking them down.

Enzo: <W-what? You're nuts, ape!>

Umbra: -shrugs- Hey, we both want those pirates out of the picture, right?

Enzo: <Hmmm... Actually, you have a point...>

-he might still need some convincing-

edited 16th Mar '18 10:13:39 AM by Umbramatic

-there is now a rather confused Blue here, wearing pajamas-

Ever: ...Uh.

-he looks around. He seems to be in a store of some type?-

....Hello?

...I'm gonna need to have a talk with someone about personal boundaries, I guess...

-he doesn't seem to notice Denali-

"GOOD GRABEN!"

Denali jumps and falls over in shock, knocking over their display.

They get up and brush themselves off, "Okay what the hell?"

Denali walks over and sees the arm, "Oh. It's you."

They sigh and tap Ever on the shoulder, "Behind you."

Whittington

Chum: <Well, that's that...>

Jones: <Unless we wanna seal the pieces too.>

Copper: <Well, if you wanna keep your family safe, taking care of the pirates would definitely help.>

Basil sees Marina Break the tiara.

Basil: <Thank you.>

-to Enzo- <We'll, I can't force you to, certainly. In fact, we've got duties to tend to here.>

-to Rei- <Unfortunately, I cannot tell you that.>

Dawson: <Yes, good luck.>

The two of them head off.

Basil: <Well, Dawson, we had some cases we were working on?>

Dawson: <Indeed, I propose we start with that missing Darling boy...>

edited 16th Mar '18 10:44:38 AM by CorvusAtrox

-Ever very nearly jumps out of his skin upon being tapped, but manages to recover his composure-

-...-

Ever: ...Hello. By whom do I have the pleasure of being summoned?

Denali gave Ever a look, "Huh. So I know about you but you don't know about me then Ever Memito."

Denali smiled a bit, "Well then. You may call me, Denali, the lord of evo stones."

Denali extended a hand, and purposefully made their form around the hand shimmer a bit revealing what looked to be a diancie arm for just a moment.

edited 16th Mar '18 10:33:52 AM by EchoingSilence

-Ever blinks as his name is spoken-

-and then again as the illusion shimmers-

Ever: ...O-oh.

-he takes the offered hand, shaking it briefly-

Diancie. Apocryphal legendary, Rock/Fairy, if I recall.

Um. Do you have need of me?

Is this because I was talking to Brie about Key Stones yesterday?

Denali quirked a brow at Ever, before letting out a laugh, "Need you? No! I'm just wondering how the hell I summoned you into my shop!"

Denali patted Ever on the back, "Relax! You worried about some sort of Fae hierarchy thing? I'm not really into a lot of old style fae rules."

Denali shrugged it off and snapped their fingers at the fallen display, which set about rearranging itself back into proper order, "So seriously. I was just mumbling about how our meeting was inevitable, how did you get summoned here?"

-Ever blinks a couple times, seeming mildly antsy, but relaxes at the news that he's not about to be sent on a quest-

-as Denali continues talking, an expression of embarrassment spreads over his face-

Ever: ...Well, uh. I am a bit more old-fashioned, I guess. Especially when I'm tired, and I've had a terribly long week. So that's probably how. Um. Sorry to impose.

-he blinks at the repairing display-

...What sort of shop is this, may I ask?

"This is Megavonne. My store, the premiere shop for all of Kalos's needs for Mega Stones, Key rings, and anything else related. Awhile ago I had a customer come in looking for Lucarionite, I was rather surprised when I smelled something similar about him. But he left with what he wanted and was pleased, of course he had to go through some trials first."

Denali finished up the display and summoned a hand shaped gem carrying what looked like a glass with some wine in it, "I don't have any major telepathic powers but I control gems and stones well enough. So anyways, why do you ask?"

Denali quirked a brow as they sipped from the glass, "Why? You looking to buy some quality items?"

Do not drink the wine. This is a fae shop, and besides you haven't eaten anything today and it's mid-afternoon.

-Ever thinks about this for a bit-

Ever: ...Well. I've had a lot of complicated feelings about Mega Evolution, especially given my cousin's...misadventures with it. And the fact that my starter can't do it; it just feels unfair. But...you know what they say about desperate times, yes? I may need to resort to desperate measures.