-Midori blinks at being pointed at-

Midori: Oh, silly me, my bad. I forgot to turn on the translator!

-She fiddles with some of the electronics in the truck, then puts on an earpiece.-

Midori: Sorry about that. Anyway, hello, you all! Is there anything I can help you with?

Channah: -leans against the Wobbuffet as though it's a desk and stares blankly at Odin-

Channah: -is watching her Pokémon watch her brother's Pokémon, both groups eyeing each other uneasily, or trying to-

Titus: -stage whispering to Channah, jerking his jaw at the jittery Hydreigon sitting across the room from him and subtly punching its neck while swearing quietly to itself- <Oye, what's wrong with him? It's creepy!>

Channah: -to the Hydreigon, carefully- Superfly, you wanna get me a drink? I think there's a vending machine around here.

Superfly the Hydreigon: -abruptly stops punching himself and looks around, dazed, before speaking in increasingly shrill tones- <Yessir! Sorry sir! Right away sir!!> -flies away, resuming its muttered string of obscenities-

Channah: Thanks. You alright Blastoise? Arcanine, stop licking him.

Arcanine the Exeggutor: -one head turns around- <Why yes, dear, as soon as I'm done with this side.> -goes back to licking the face of the Rhyperior standing next to her with one head while the other two watch-

Blastoise the Rhyperior: -trying not to cringe- <Y-y-yeah, thank you f-f-f-f-for ask-asking, s-sir. Just n-n-n-n-nerves...>

Mewtwo the Aerodactyl: -puts his head under his wings and sighs deeply, ignoring the entirely still, unresponsive Blissey at his side- <Oh my goooooods this is embarrrassiiiing>

Dolabella: -rudywadereaction.gif-

Big Savings: -pokes the Blissey experimentally-

Lo: <I wouldn't do that if I were you.>

Big Savings: -retracts her tentacle at mach-speed-

Channah: Alright, so we're good? Again, er, I'll be taking care of you until Garrett gets out of his coma, which the doctors still haven't given me an update on. Knowing him, he uh, might stay under just to mess with us. Caterpie. Are you listening?

-a strangled sigh emanates from the Forretress she addressed as it sinks to the floor and starts into what sounds like a violent coughing fit-

Channah: Okay, good! Um, that's all I wanted to say. You're free for now.

-Garrett's team disperses erratically-

Titus: <...Damn. What's up with the sirs?>

Channah: Habit.

Lo: -in a faint tone suggesting mild awe- <There go some of the all-time greats of the Indigo League...>

Liberty: -scratching his chin- <Golly, Superfly's anxiety has gotten quite bad. Poor thing.>

Dolabella: <Wellllllll I'm gonna take a really long dust bath see ya!> -scampers out-

Channah: This is way too many mons to keep track of...

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

 Dewford, past 

AI uploading, huh? How... unsurprising, folks like Odin always do tend to be obsessed with immortality.

-To Odin-

Okay, any idea where this thing would be?

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Odin stares back at Channah-

Odin: <The malignant version was quarantined to a flash drive in an old Cipher lab by the stable version, but last I heard someone took it!>

Ilya: -picks up- Hello?

Izana: <Y'have any more weed?>

edited 20th Apr '18 5:40:52 PM by Umbramatic

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Somewhere, somewhen

Colt’s words caught in his throat. “Uh... Hi... How have you been doing since we last met at the Christmas Party at the Clavis’s?” He managed to get out.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Channah: ...Exciting.

Gangster Mario Wobbuffet: -looks around uncertainly, then raises the bat again-

Channah: So now what?

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

-Midori almost looks insulted.-

Midori: The herbs I sell are not weeds! Referring to any herb as if it is an unwanted plant is disrespectful to the entire apothecary profession!

-Beat-

Midori: But yes, we do have a number of psychoactive remedies for sale. Medical cannabis, for one, but that's by no means all that's available. We did just get a stock of Lansat. Did you know about Lansat?

-onwards it is-

-a trio of humans, a penguin, and a massive, angry swarm of now largely flaming bees may very briefly passersby past Café le Nya, most likely collectively screaming bloody murder-

Megan: -after a few more blocks of disturbing the peace as Snakeye intercept-snipes incoming firebees from the air- Okay, that's IT!

Megan: -sending out Tripod- Bring them all DOWN!

Tripod: -beep-

-and running likely becomes difficult as the force of Gravity above the street multiplies, pinning the entire swarm of bees and also Tripod to the ground-

-there's a heavy collective thud, accompanied by a heavy clank-

-and then a damaging BUZZZZZZ builds from the grounded bees-

Megan: -covering her ears, struggling to stay on her feet against the pressure, yelling- Now, drop 'em!

-and the street floods slightly over the charred Combee, conducting a crackling Discharge to finish them all off-

Someone: -distantly- Oh noooooo...

Megan: -breathing- Ha! We got—

Behind Her: -tink-

-she whirls around to see Pippy, having blocked a dagger-tipped Thief, dripping with venom-

Ninja Toxicroak: <...mweeheehee, you've done well to spot me.>

Pippy: <Oh please, I grew up next to the Great Marsh. This is nothing new.>

Megan: !

Pippy: -exchanging a few sharp blows- <Also, do you have any idea how much [Naruto] I've watched? How many times I've gotten beaten up by other, scarier Toxicroak? This is child's play!>

Ninjacroak: -stabbing with Aura enough to Break Bricks- <I'll have you eat those words, bird!>

Pippy: -grunting, parrying back- <Any fisherman off the dock can feed me better than this!>

-slash- <In any sense!>

-busy watching this, neither Tripod nor Megan notice the lightning-quick Scolipede that rolls nimbly between the bees to Steamroller down on the group-

-or the giant Salazzle that snipes at the group from behind it with a burning, napalm-like mass of venom-

-or the Vivillion Club coming back for seconds from a nearby alleyway, with their swarm of assorted Vivillion-

Logan: Ah, that's good. Have fun! I think I'll stick around here some more, prepare for the Mission.

Addie: <'Till we meet again!>

Mane: <...bye.>

Thespi: -hears Jasmine and Aladdin, pauses-

-she trusts them, probably, they're the Protagonists^tm-

-but there's so many possible twists, and she remembers what happened...-

-something's up, definitely-

Thespi: <Oh god dammit...>

Tripod: -watches her as they drift along-

-the cloud gears turning in her cloud head, turning over tropes-

Thespi: <Damn, damn, damn—>

-floating in a pace, the temperature rising as she works herself up, getting more convinced- <Frost and fire, someone wanted her on that ship—>

-not noting her surroundings- <And she was excited as hell, so unless Jasmine's evil and playing us for fools, someone pretended, faked...>

-she stops, and the temperature drops slightly-

<...Where's Iago?>

Plusle, Minun: -thinly suppressed smirks, but that's pretty standard for them-

Agrabah, Setting-Ambiguous Pirate Ship

Ceal:<M-maybe you could!> ^-^

<Y-you know, y-you don't seem too bad for a pirate.>

<...Wh-which I also am. A pirate.>

<I-I'm bad enough. Totally.>

<...>

-brightly, sincere- <I-I'd love to be your friend...~> ^-^

Lissa: <AAAAH!>

Chrom, Maribelle: -rapid interposition-

Chrom: <...>

<...yes, hello. ...since you're here, are you interested in nonlethally sparring with this horse sea?>

edited 20th Apr '18 6:20:30 PM by Asterisk395

No mind to think. No will to break.

Someone walks up to Ever and the fainted Emboar, takes a selfie with them in the shot, then departs.

Iago is nowhere in sight.

Welp.

Know what else is concerning?

There are a bunch of guards looking at the approaching party with anger.

Louis: <Well, hey, I'm new to this, so maybe that affects things.>

<...>

<Oh thank you, thank you! You made this Croconaw so happy!>

edited 20th Apr '18 6:34:38 PM by CorvusAtrox

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

Mauville, Crooner's Cafe

-Thirtyjoe takes a long sip of some arcane blend of coffee, smiling at the woman sitting across the table from him. She's blonde, with pale skin and vivid purple eyes; clearly no older than her early twenties-

Thirtyjoe: Glad to help you out, ma'am. You'll want to go to Lavaridge after this-there's a guy who lives pretty close to the hot springs who can help you out. Say hi to your grandkids for me, alright?

-the woman smiles and silently nods, picking up her ivory-white bag and leaving the cafe. Thirtyjoe's content to sit there, drinking his coffee and enjoying the light bossa nova coming through the cafe's speakers, when the phone rings. Reaching into his pocket, he picks it up-

Thirtyjoe: Yello?

Munn: Where the hell have you been?

-he sounds aggravated. Thirtyjoe rolls his eyes-

Thirtyjoe: I told you yesterday, man! I had stuff to do!

Munn: Right, right, sorry for snapping at you like that. Are you in Mauville?

Thirtyjoe: Yeah. Why, what's up?

Munn: Well, uh...

-Thirtyjoe hears a furious voice from the other end-

Joe: Chips!

-Munn gives an exasperated sigh-

Munn: They're right next to you.

-a brief moment of silence, before Joe bursts into peals of hysterical laughter. Munn turns back to the phone-

Munn: Joe got a bit too high.

Thirtyjoe: Yeah, I can tell. Has he started freaking out?

Munn: He sorta starts and stops? Right now he's pretty OK, but I don't know if he'll get all paranoid again. Can you come over?

Thirtyjoe: Oh, sure! Nothing settles a paranoid high like seeing yourself from the future walk through the door.

Munn: Wiseass.

Thirtyjoe: You love me anyway~

Munn: Well, right now your past self is melting into the couch and trying to see if he can talk to a slice of pizza, so, y'know. A little advice would be cool.

Joe: But the thing is, Mr. Fenchurch...climate change. Y'know?

Thirtyjoe: Do you have any lemons?

Munn: Oh, sure! Did I forget to tell you about my lemonade stand?

Thirtyjoe: Now who's the wiseass? Anyway, maybe you've got pepper? There's a drugstore right next to the Center, you can run and get a little pepper grinder. Give him a peppercorn to chew on, that'll help break up the THC.

Munn: Alright. Do I still get lemons?

Thirtyjoe: I mean, if the drugstore has lemons and if you're OK with drugstore lemons, sure. Just slice a wedge and let him suck on it, that'll help.

Munn: Right.

Thirtyjoe: And keep him hydrated. What's he been drinking?

Munn: Three liter-bottles of [PEPSI ANALOGUE].

Thirtyjoe: Yeah, that sounds about right. Get some water in him, that'll help take the edge off.

Munn: OK. Anything else?

Thirtyjoe: Just that he'll be fine. But you know that, right?

Munn: Yeah.

Joe: Muuuuuuuunn. Are you calling the fuzz?

Munn: ...thanks for the help, dude. See ya. No, honey, I'm not, and no one's called them the fuzz since the-

-click-

Another green world.

Ziltoid just nods as Snoop nods along, then something horrible happens.

Ziltoid finds his bag is empty... ~Who the fuck ate the last of my [cheetos]?~

Megan and her team don't notice, but Silas and Hacks sure do.

Hacks relays the info to Silas, who acts accordingly. His hand waves out like he's a admiral of a battleship, giving his crew orders to sink a enemy vessel.

"Tae! Hydropump on that Salazzle and their venom, water it down now! Full power!"

Tae takes a deep inhale and spits out a violent torrent of water at the Salazzle, even marching forward to keep the pressure on.

"Hacks, Close combat on that Scolipede now. Stop them dead in their tracks!"

Hacks bounds over and raises his paws as he begins to start pounding at the rolling bug, <ORAORAORAORAORAORA!>

"Snakeye! Deadeye!"

Snakeye lets out a low laugh as the world seems to slow before him, he lets out a sharp whistle and there's almost a glow in his right eye as he looks at the swarm of Vivillion.

<It's High Noon...>

His arm twitches, daring them to try anything... and then, <DRAW!> he fires upon them, pin missiles aimed straight at their faces.

Amber finishes her firey assault upon the discharge and sees her trainer, she smiles as he stands tall commanding everyone, <Well there we go...>

-Ever makes a mental note to find whoever took that picture and curse their family-

Pleth: <Still don't want me texting anyone?>

Ever: ...Can you read?

Pleth: <No.>

Ever: -sighs-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Grima: -cracks his knuckles-    Great! How rough we talking?   

Ilya: Colt? Uh, I'm good, I guess. Doing OWCA missions and stuff.

Azama: <We'll take that cannabis and lansat, thank you~>

Volcarona!Ammy: <Er, we come in peace?>

Gabe: Not me, bro.

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Midori: Ah, great! My boss will be glad the Lansat's selling. Berries are their thing, after all.

-She starts to ring up the sale.-

Midori: How much are you paying for?

 Dewford, past 

-To Odin-

If it's the same lab I'm thinking about this guy from the Mobius Society One of this season's villains called Izaya, about as slimy as you but with worse fashion sense, has it now.

Guy gives me the willies, I suspect he's far more dangerous than he appears since he has to have known what was in it, and I don't even know what he looks like.

-To Channah-

We have to get it back from him somehow.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Unknown Whereabouts

“OWCA?” Colt parroted. “Is that something the general public knows exist or is it the kinda thing where you just said it and I already know too much?

“That actually kinda reminds me. I know this might be a random question, but I feel you might know this as another Kyurem. What’s a Mind of Crystal?”

Agrabah

Xatu paused. Colt was awakened from his music-enduced trance and removed his headphones. “Uh... hello,” he waved. “What’s the problem, sir?”

<I think it was your facepalm.> Xatu observed.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

-Record Scratch-

Setsuna: <Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh we don't got money.>

Ilya: You do know too much. But you're J-Team, you're on the OCWA's nice list. As for Mind Of Crystal... They've got one kind of Legendary touch.

Odin: <Apparently I'm so last season... But we gotta get that flash drive away from that Izaya guy! Name sounds familiar...>

edited 20th Apr '18 9:05:06 PM by Umbramatic

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-Midori blinks, and frowns-

Midori: ...Well, I'm sorry to say, I can't give them to a group of strangers for free. If I wasn't doing this for a job, maybe, but I am.

-Pefery may spiritually feel the sentiment of being hugged.-

-There are definitely reasons for this.-

edited 20th Apr '18 9:16:49 PM by BittersweetNSour

Pleth: <I spy, with my enormous predator's eye, something beginning with "E.">

Ever: Emboar.

Pleth: <No.>

Ever: Ever.

Pleth: <No, though "egotist" does also start with E, so good guess.>

Ever: Ennui. Emptiness. Existential despair.

Pleth: <Bingo! You win this cotton candy I stole!>

Ever: Oh hey, thanks.

-he nibbles it-

Narrow: <You know, isn't Breeze out of the box? You could get his help, right?>

Ever: I mean, I could also cut my arm off, but I don't think we've really reached that level of drastic measures, do you?

Narrow: <Uh.>

Pleth: <Oh, what about the Ranger? You could ask them to summon you.>

Ever: I feel like I've embarrassed myself in front of them enough.

Pleth: <Good point. I don't want you making me look bad in front of a Ranger...>

-she shrugs-

<I mean, I hope you're prepared to die here.>

Ever: I'm prepared to die anywhere. There's embalming fluid in my backpack.

Pleth: (to Narrow) <The scary thing is that he's serious. I can smell it.>

Narrow: <...There are definitely easier ways to become a ghost.>

Pleth: <We can't all just chug a magic energy drink.>

Narrow: -poofs up irritably-

-...-

Narrow: <...You know, the Emboar will probably wake up eventually. We didn't kill him.>

Ever: Please do not ruin my dramatic moment.

-PEFE!Every briefly feels very warm and cheery-

-she gives a little smile to nothing in particular, and goes back to watching footage of a Drampa using Dragonbreath-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Where and when?

“I mean, what can they do? I think I saw something similar in action with a dude who swore on Ho-oh’s name before delivering a promise so expertly worded I’d probably believe anything she said if she succeeded it with that. Do Minds of Crystal have anything like that?” He asked, vaguely aware his hard head had nothing to do with it.

It was an acquired skill, after all. And then he caught his breathing and snapped his fingers.

“And before I forget, tell your brother I said thanks for him making my life flash before my eyes back on Poni Island.”

edited 20th Apr '18 10:05:16 PM by AbsentCoder

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Virbank City:

Mark's eyes widen a bit as he overhears some important information before asking Hajime, "Hey Jime, any idea where Driftveil City is?" having said his name as a variant of "Jimmy" before also asking Roxie, "And who's this Clay you mentioned, friend of yours?"

Living The Fever Dream

Agrabah

Ah, so we are on track for a story completion. Hullo! Something wrong sirs?

-Pent keeps his weapon drawn-

Please choose your actions carefully.

Route 4

-Pent shrugs and follows the group-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

stormchaser, past

Lila: See you sometime hopefully!

-leaves-

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Agrabah

A Cacturne narrows her eyes at Pent.

Cacturne: <We should be telling you that, murderers.>

Krokorok: -to Colt- <The problem is the sultan's dead and you're the prime suspects.>

Mauville

Squealer shifts a bit, maybe he's waking up?

No, his weight's just shifting more onto Ever's hand.

Virbank Gym

Hajime: "Uh... I think it's north, maybe west of here?"

Roxie: "Yeah, he's the Gym Leader of Driftveil City. Also has a hand in the Pokemon World Tournament there."

edited 21st Apr '18 9:29:46 AM by CorvusAtrox

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

Pippy: <Ohshit>

-and then Silas intervenes, commanding the battlefield-

-the Hydro Pump splatters the napalm-venom, and the Salazzle takes a deep breath and marches forwards as well, breathing a white-hot torrent of liquid flame to meet the intense Hydro Pump-

Totem?Salazzle: <Yyyou shallll BUUURN!!>

-Aura is an exceptionally bad choice against venomous bugs for some reason, but the physical presence of Hacks stops the Scolipede in its tracks-

Scolipede: <I'm a train! Rawr!>

Spandex!Macraul: -grinning, riding the Scolipede- You should move.

Suit!Macraul: -likewise- Or you'll get Bulldozed.

Scolipede: <Beep beep!>

-and the Scolipede pivots, kicking backwards at Hacks like a horse-

-all of the Vivillion are sniped from the air, instantly-

Vivillion Club Leader: Oh noooooo

Megan: -taking heart from Silas's successful battlefield command despite this being...a lot more intense than the Random Plant Thieves, she gains some confidence and rummages around for a strategy-

Ninjacroak: -at Pippy- <Mweeheehee...I've had enough of you...!>

-the Toxicroak draws out a slightly crystalline, iridescent marble and flings it at Pippy-

-where it explodes into an Obscura-filled mass of dangerous, dangerous sludge, smothering him...before being spun away from him on a flowing bubble-like shield of water-

Pippy: -covered in poison, to little effect- <And you call that Acid Armor?>

-unleashing a wave of "pure cold", freezing the Alolan Muk- <I have SEEN Acid Armor, and this can't possibly be that!>

Frozen!A!Muk: -vibrating- <I say, you could stand to be a bit less rude. ...And a bit more digestible, perhaps.>

Megan: -sends out Pollen, who seems frustrated at her orders, but...flies away-

-to Silas and Kaisei- ...when I give the word, recall everyone.

Logan: See you!

Thespi: -who was fed up, now only freezes, stunned- <...murderers.>

Plusle, Minun: -what bunnies?-

Tripod: -disappointed sigh, and watches, and listens-

Agrabah, Setting-Ambiguous Pirate Ship

Ceal:<I-I'm so glad!> ^-^

<...y-you know, I haven't h-heard the sounds of f-fighting for a while?>

Chrom: <...hm.>

-to Robin- <...Dear?>

No mind to think. No will to break.