ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

-Lou is here, searching for microwave popcorn, looking rather scruffy.-

edited 19th Apr '18 3:06:17 PM by redneckphoenix

Route 4

“But who was he talking to?” Helmsman asked as he put the Scarf back on just to scratch his head in confusion.

“Probably his creator,” Colt responded. “As a Glitch, he wouldn’t have had a biological mother. So whoever he was called by is probably running this whole show, because they’d be in control of Alovye,” he figured.

“But what was his mother talking about?”

“That’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get to it,” Colt waved off.

Agrabah

“Ya think we should return to the palace and lay out a plan of attack?” Colt asked no one in particular.

Why go back there? Xatu asked.

Because when will I be able to come back here again? Colt sniped at his avian Psychic-type.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Kaisei: "...Let's."

He runs, following Megan.

Jasmine looks genuinely confused at Thespi's accusation.

Jasmine: <...I told her? I don't think I did that, I was working with Aladdin.>

Aladdin: <Yeah, she was at my side.>

Amos: <Heh, planning sounds good to me.>

Louis: <Dang, wish I had a friend like that.>

<Of course, maybe I got one... if you wouldn't mind bein' mine...>

<But, huh, like one of your teachers? Dang, sounds like you've got quite the experience. My first experience with all this stuff was when the pirates saw me in the bayou back home. Maybe I could meet all these people!>

Charlotte: <Works for me!>

Maggie: "I am really not sure what to say about this."

Spiral: <I just hope the enemies don't get scarier...>

edited 19th Apr '18 4:23:16 PM by CorvusAtrox

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

 Outside the Stormchaser, past 

-Looks from side to side and sneaks a Poké Ball out-

 Dewford, last night 

-To Channah-

Well I get the impression they certainly think of you as on-Suddenly Sandygast-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Upon the comment of badassery, "Why thank you."

Upon the bees, "Yeah time to run... Amber. Ring of Fire. Cover us."

Amber grinned and nodded, her back lit up as she took a deep breath, <I AM THE AVATAR OF FLAMES!> She shouted before spitting up a huge flamethrower at the countless bees, falling back after Silas and co.

Snakeye of course started to take potshots with pin missile, <Shoot em right outta the skies.>

Route 4

Well, I guess at least beyond the corruption Gudrunn cares enough to check in on her spawn.

-Pent shrugs-

Guess we've got a bit of a trek before we hit the next boss fight.

Agrabah, desert

Yeah Jasmine is fine. Her being fine is part of our current problem but I'm working on a solution that doesn't cause her to not be fine.

-Pent stops for a moment-

I'm a little too drained to explain to everyone. When we get back to the palace people can ask if they know what's gone wrong...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Channah: Eh?

Gangster Mario Wobbuffet: <Mama mia! Another one!> -whips out a spiked baseball bat and approaches the Sandygast-

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

-Oberon raises an eyebrow at Tagg.-

-A real one, on his costume's stomach.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

-Corrin blinks-

Corrin: Camilla? You made it here too, thank the gods... but, wait, no, you're not the one I knew, I'm sorry, I...

-She clears her throat-

Corrin: I'm so sorry, I wish I could say we know each other, but... apparently we seem to have known different versions of each other than the two of us here right now.

Mason: Don't tell me you two are going to get into a fight right in the middle of all this.

Lina: Yeah let's just... Keep going.

-the Bwahliance heads onwards-

Sandyghast: <Now where would that J-Team->

-gives a high-pitched scream seeing the Wobbuffet approach and hides behind Tagg and Channah-

Contact Me!

-Camilla looks at Mason.-

Camilla: <No. She may not be my Corrin but she's still a Corrin.>

<Unless you abandoned Nohr?>

---

Laurent: <The one you refer to is female.>

Sumia: "There's one from that other Robin's universe too."

edited 19th Apr '18 7:45:02 PM by SwiftSeraph

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Route 4

“Wait, wait wait...” Colt spoke up. “Pent... did you just say that Gudrunn is probably behind this?! I promised to her that I would save her from that sword!” He recalled, voice wavering.

<Yo, uh...> Helmsman stammered as he placed a paw on his trainer’s back. <You alright, bro?>

“My Greatest Failure ...” Colt breathed.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

 Outside the Stormchaser, past 

-Just stays quiet for now-

 Dewford, last night 

-To the Sandygast-

I would assume you're not responsible for... this.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Corrin: No, I... well, it's complicated, but I... chose Nohr, then did what I could to unite both kingdoms. And then I died and came here.

Mason: ...

-Mason just sorta turns to Elizabeth.-

Mason: So. You know the J-Team, huh?

Camilla: <My brother did the same thing. Without the dying bit.>

Elizabeth: "I've heard of you. Seen some of you around Alola. Met Pent and Colton back at Pokéworld."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Sandygast: <Gah, of course not! I just got dragged into the mess in the after->

-He gets a good look at Tagg-

<Wait, you! You're either the best or worst person I could encounter... Can you help me?>

-Tagg and mabye Channah will note that the Sandygast's voice sounds... Familiar, and they seem to have one red and one blue eye instead of the white eyes normal for the species-

edited 19th Apr '18 9:11:35 PM by Umbramatic

Contact Me!

 Dewford, past 

-Glares as I notice the Sandygast's eyes-

...Well, if Muninn could win a Game, it makes sense that you could, Odin. It's fitting, devoured by your own creation and crapped out of the Spirit World as a pile of sand.

But give me a good reason why I should help you, and not just bind your soul to a convenient rock and dump it in the deepest ocean trench, or leave you to these Wobbuffet's tender mercies, for what you did to Arika and Ilya.

edited 19th Apr '18 9:29:39 PM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Sandygast Odin: <Yike! Definitely leaning worst. But seriously! I know I've done some nasty shit but I'm here as a favor for Yveltal! There's a big problem incoming and I'm one of the only people- er, mons, who can deal with it!>

Contact Me!

Paul: -sits back in his chair, sipping a coffee casually as he admires a painting on his wall-

Ah, Rembrandt... I've always admired his use of light and shadow. And no space left blank...

Collect the paintings, and every painting itself a collection of details...

-he strokes his chin, thoughtfully-

Return of the Prodigal Son... the importance of family is an eternal theme. Makes me wish things hadn't turned out the way they had with Bert...

-he shrugs-

But you take what you can get, eh, Espadon?

-Over on a table nearby, a man sits, pensively sipping a cup of tea. The man is rather... extravagant in appearance, with icy eyes and a strange hairstyle consisting of wild, silver-blue hair that flows down in a thinning mullet to his thighs and an a strangely long Idiot Hair that pokes out horizontally from his parted bangs, and Van Dyke facial hair to go with. His suit matches the colour of his eyes and hair, though is slightly darker in colour with white flairs at the hem.-

-The man places his cup down, and turns to face the painting in question, leaning on his arms-

Espadon: One of Sartre's most famous quotations is that "Humanity is condemned to be free" - the realisation that humanity gets it's directions from itself rather than from some outside greater force, and how that realisation makes humanity depressed. Because we have nothing to excuse our actions.

-The silver eyed man looks over to Paul-

Espadon: That's the feeling and emotion I get from the Parable of the Prodigal son. The realisation of your actions, admittance of mistake and the wish to go back to more... comforting ideals of structured society and hierarchy. I feeling I, unfortunately, know all well, especially with regards to my own family...

-Espadon takes another sip of his tea-

Espadon: I'll have you know it wasn't easy to smuggle that out of the [Hermitage].

Paul: -chuckles- If it was an easy job, I wouldn't have called for you, hmm?

-Espadon sighs as he places down his cup-

Espadon: Like Sisyphus, I am bound to hell. What has caught your eye this time, Macraul? Another piece from the [Hermitage]? Or the Lumiose Museum? Or perhaps the [Musée d'Orsay]? Maybe something from the [Galleria dell'Accademia] or [Uffizi] in [Firenze]? Or a treasure from the various museums in [London] or [Berlin]? Or are you looking for a relic from outside the continent this time?

Paul: Would you be familiar with The Shinx of Hatshepsut, currently housed in Castelia's Art Museum?

-Espadon threads his fingers together and leans forward-

Espadon: Ah. Yes, I would. It's one of a pair, both known for their uniqueness in the fact that they are maned, rather than just a typical king's head on a leonine form.

-Espadon raises his eyebrows-

Espadon: That Maned Shinx is pure, carved limestone, Paul. It isnot going to be easy to smuggle out. Plus, this is an overseas venture, so being able to take my time and sneak my way across the continent is not gonna be an option, I'll need either some form of naval or air support to back me up in getting the statue to you.

-Espadon looks-

Espadon: Not to mention various forms of... compensation, Paul.

Paul: -raising an eyebrow- I see the tea has not warmed your chilly disposition today. Well, go on, then, spit it out.

-beat-

Not the tea, I just had the carpet cleaned.

-Espadon momentarily ponders deliberately disobeying Paul's command and spitting out the tea onto the freshly cleaned carpet, but doesn't. Instead, swallowing the beverage and staring directly into Paul's eyes, with a chilling, menacing glare-

Espadon: You breached our agreement, Paul.

Paul: -freezes for an imperceptible instant, then takes a long sigh before muttering- Ah... the de Nile bird. I suppose that would upset you, yes...

-Espadon gives a sarcastic "Mm-hm" in response before standing up from his position and beginning to pace around the office, arms folded behind his back.-

Espadon: Now, were it up to me. You would return the de Nile bird back to its original owner. But, knowing you, that's not in the cards. Is it, Paul?

Paul: -snorts, blowing a puff of steam off his mug- My Blaziken fancy has been a lifetime's work. Ripping that apart for the whims of some brat who couldn't appreciate the bird's value? See reason, Espadon. Honestly.

-Espadon turns his head to the side with a "Feh", before looking back at Paul.-

Espadon: As expected from you, Paul. Since my main request will never be complied with. I have two conditions with this latest contract.

Should I precure the desired object - in this case, the Limestone Maned Sphinx of Hatshepsut housed in the Castelia Art Museum - the payment I will receive will be double the usual request price.

Paul: -frowning- I see... and your second?

-Espadon's icy glare from before returns as he stares directly at Paul-

Espadon: If you break my terms and conditions again, I will not heasitate for a second in airing out all of your family and specifically your dirty laundry. From the nature of your connection to me, to the nature of your art collection, to the corruption and fixing within your casinos, Paul.

-Espadon's glare morphs into a leer-

Espadon: Do not forget this, Paul. I can break you and your family's reputation as easily as I have built it up over the years by procuring you these great works of art, among other things I have done behind the scenes to secure your family's good name.

Paul: -sighs- If that is the hill you wish to die on, I cannot stop you. But my undoing is just as much your own.

-standing up, stretching his arms- Still, in respect of our fruitful partnership of all these years, I suppose this old man can place one limit on his reach.

-narrowing his gaze- And just the one. Old Man Macraul does not pass out favors lightly.

Espadon: Hmph. Albert Camus once stated in his seminal work The Myth of Sisyphus that Sisyphus must have found happiness in his Absurd task of pushing the rock up the hill, only for it to fall down again, as not succumbing to madness was rebelling against the inherent meaninglessness and madness of the universe. So even if a task is futile, and pursuing it is mad and hopeless, I will pursue such a task to the end as I have no true concern of what the outcome will be, Macraul.

Besides, have I ever asked you of any other favour but this one, Paul?

Paul: -waving dismissively- You're a fool, Squalo, but a fool whose results speak for themselves.

To business, then.

-he rolls out a map of Unova onto his desk-

I can arrange to moor my yacht in... let's say, Nuvema Town. Accessible, plausibly deniable, nice breeze. Fuzz and Braid know the region well, if you need muscle.

-Espadon chuckles at the mention of his birthname-

Espadon: Squalo, huh? Nobody has called me that in a very long time...

-Espadon turns around and sits down on the chair in front of Paul's desk, mulling over the map-

Espadon: Hmm, Nuvema Town, eh? A little obtuse and out of the way, but that's what makes it desirable as a mooring point. In the cover of night, it would make the perfect rendezvous point should I secure an advantageous path from the city.

-Espadon leans back and folds his arms over his belly-

Espadon: Everything else, I can handle on my own. Bribe money, infiltration gear, all the usual stuff. And of course.

-Espadon stretches and rotates his left arm-

Espadon: The DeCosti family specialty.

Paul: -grinning, reaching out an arm to shake- A pleasure doing business with you, then.

Espadon: -smirking, and shaking back in response. Making sure not to accidentally tear off Paul's arm as he does so- As per usual, Paul. I shall prepare to leave for Castelia tonight, how soon do you think would you be able to moor your yacht at Nuvema?

Paul: Ten days is a safe window. I may sprinkle in a few day trips while it's moored.

Espadon: Perfect, I will arrive in the city five days to a week beforehand. I assume I'll have access to your Loft Apartment in Castelia for the duration of this operation?

Paul: Naturally. I assume you won't need the keys?

-Espadon smirks at Paul-

Espadon: Of course. On the chance that I get captured, it'll be less incriminating evidence pointing to you, after all.

Paul: -smirking- Then we have a plan, Espadon. Meeting adjourned, then.

-Espadon nods as he stands up from the table, turning around with a smile on his face-

Espadon: -smiling- Hmph. A pleasure. I'll be seeing you within the fortnight, Macraul.

-And with the blink of an eye, Espadon vanishes from the precinct as if he was never there in the first place-

Paul: -sighing- As overdramatic as always...

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Ziltoid sat there... he didn't want to move at all, he just giggled to himself a bit as he levitated another bundle of [cheetos] to where his mouth was and bit into them.

It was a good day today, shit man today was a great day.

People walked by, confused as to the sight they were seeing.

Brooks had come into Lumiose today for something and had Data with her, so to her surprise, seeing a alien with a bong, a cup of coffee, and a bag of snacks sitting at a park bench, his eyes glazed over, she had to investigate.

<Brooks please no.>

Too late, Brooks had already marched over, upon further examination the beheeyem was wearing a cape and boots, she could recognize him now. This was the "musician" known as Ziltoid.

"Uh... hello."

~Heeeey pal.~

The deep voice was slurred and uneven, Ziltoid was quite simply stoned.

"Any reason you here?"

~420 man. Shit... Earth has some good shiiiiiiiiiit...~

"And... don't you have your own place to blaze?"

~Hell yeah~

"Then why don't you?"

~Ya don't blaze in a sealed oxygen environment... rule number 1 of space travel...~

He chuckled a bit more and took another hit, Brooks was left confused and just decided to walk off.

-Ever has wandered away from the Stormchaser, Pleth following along-

Pleth: <We're not going to pretend to be a fountain again, are we?>

Ever: Did you not like the fountain thing?

Pleth: -sheepish lizard grin-

Ever: Well.

Pleth: <I don't want to pretend to be a well either.>

Ever: No, I meant—...

Pleth: -snickers-

Ever: -giggles-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Mauville

Ever and Pleth might see a certain Emboar lumbering over to them who gives a wave.

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

Ever: Oh, hey Squealer. What's the conspiracy of the day?

Pleth: -pokes him with a claw-

Ever: I'm right, though.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-A Gabe is next to the Ziltoid, also smoking a blunt, several by the wayside-

Gabe: People just like, don't get it.

Contact Me!

Ziltoid nods, still taking a huff, ~Today is the day... the day that matters...~

Somehow Ziltoid has manifested a beanie.

~I wonder if PEFE has any 420-J?~

There's also a Lucario with a beanie, a blunt, and a dark hoodie nearby.

<You're telling me...>

~Hey Snoop.~

<Hey Dawg.>