Silas smiles as he feels the ship in motion, the Oblivion wing is flying well, "Oh man... the freedom with this."

Hacks is sitting next to him watching, ~A nice thing to have.~

"I gotta show this off..."

Hacks chuckles as Silas smirks, but who to show it off to? Megan's busy at the moment, he doesn't know a lot of people in the J-Team.

Hey maybe there's someone else at the Stormchaser, and just as that thought popped up, the ship's active LADAR bleeped and on the horizon appeared the familiar zepplin shape.

"Huh, neat."

Silas sets a course and even transmits, "Stormchaser this is Oblivion Wing, coming your way, over, don't worry we are unarmed."

Stormchaser

-Pent sorta gets a little bored and decides to do something mildly interesting. By which I mean he decides to ask a random and unprovoked question in the Team text group-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Silas blinks at the message and responds.

 Stormchaser 

-Has been totally around for birthday celebrations this whole time-

What if I told her now... No, would make things too awkward.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Ever: Perfection.

Take care, Shiki! Be seeing you around, presumably~

-and he skips away-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Stormchaser

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Shiki: "... What a strange person."

She walks off, hands in her pockets.

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

The Pen appears, -Oh man palio, gifts of love, forged in the fires blessed by gods. Daring and audacious.-

Stormchaser

A nice ring, maybe a new sword that isn't tainted by fel flame for myself... There's a bunch of stuff I might be able to assemble.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

The Pen just grins, -Oh it sounds awesome as hell- it says before forming a pair of welding goggles, -I'll supply the safety gear my friend. I'm down for you being Extra™ as hell for love.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

EMPEROR: <It's good! This peace is what all true warriors strive for!>

<A friend told me that once.>

off the shits

Stormchaser

-Pent walks around a little before packing most of his loose schematics aside and gets out a somewhat older page of designs for a ring. Yeesh, doing so kinda reminded him of how many of his plans had been mothballed or abandoned or...-

-He needed to take a moment to step back and try not to get morose about this. An overabundance of ideas was not a problem, as long as he can at least complete some of them...-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Castelia

-Ren looks at his phone and responds to Jessica.-

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-Channah is dreaming-

Metanoia: -sitting at a stationary pottery wheel in the dream, making a clay figure in the shape of a Blaziken- I'm gonna miss you when you get a new body.

Hale: -rolling sedately in some Skittynip nearby as the building gives way to a field of grass- <Whatapleasantlynonsensicalsentiment.>

Metanoia: I mean, I'll miss you being in my head. Like I know you'll be way happier, and I don't want you staying here forever, but... It's nice to have you around. Lucid dreaming is fun with a partner.

Hale: <Mytrueutilityliesonthebattlefield.Iamafoxcatofmassdestruction,asyouhavetoldmemanytimesinthepast.Donotforget.>

Metanoia: Yes, yes... -abandons the pottery wheel and picks up Hale, walking away as the scenery gently shifts to the snowy steps of the Cathedral in the far north of Sinnoh- Do you think I'll be alright when we separate? Since we've been together so long, even if I didn't consciously know it...

Hale: <Obviously.Allofyouaspectsarestrongerthanbefore.> -scoffs slightly- <ThankstoyourInterloper.>

Metanoia: It's so much faster to just say Tagg...

-they enter the Cathedral, which transforms into the recently-invaded Team Iron safehouse before it was broken into-

Metanoia: Well - Huh?

Hale: -leaps down from her arms and starts sniffing the air- <Wait.>

-gradually, the walls begin looking... wet, as though revealing themselves to be made of firm tofu. Their coloring changes to a pale yellow, orange... then a bright, slimy red...-

Metanoia: This -

Hale: <- isnotanightmare.> -his fur starts bristling- <Foreign.Fromoutside.>

Metanoia: It's not Deepest Self...?

-cracks appear in the flooring in front of them, and elongated, fleshy growths emerge, growing vaguely-shaped heads that snap at nothing-

Hale: -abruptly hisses and summons multiple Shadow Balls, which homes in on the cluster of growths and destroys it in a single gross burst of flesh-

Metanoia: Ew.

Hale: <No.Itpriesatyourpsyche.> -as some of the stalks of flesh slowly regrow- <Rest.Iwillexpelthisintrusion.>

Metanoia: -fading from view- You sure, sweetie? You still don't have your Psychic abilities back.

Hale: -turning to the stalks with a predatory cat-smile as the surroundings turn more... organic- <Goodpractice.Seeyoutomorrownight.>

Metanoia: Alrighty, whatever...

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

Stormchaser

Colt never even played those games but stilled his breathing. “If you say so,” he conceded.

<He’s right, though!> Roy spoke up, having eaten a second piece of cake while everyone else had returned to Colt’s pocket.

“Anyway, I think I’m gonna go now, browse Ersatz and see if they’ve got a backpack I can hold my crap in since I can’t rely on my jacket and laptop bag forever,” he observed, walking away while returning Roy.

“I’ll probably see you around,” he said before he left.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

stormchaser, past

Eva: -to Channah- Good point, but what if it was given by some dubious guy who poisoned it? Or someone who would fill it with sedatives and kidnap all who eat it? But anyway, cake is cake, so I'm gonna eat it!

-eats more cake-

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

Virbank City Gym:

Suspecting that conventional attacks weren't going to work, Mark perhaps unexpectedly ordered, "Rookie, get a Counter ready! I don't care how much you hurt right now, you gotta stay strong!" Confused, but in no position to argue, Rookie takes a combat stance, readying themselves for the next attack...if there's even an attack at all. Regardless of what would happen next, Rookie would be forced to endure some poison damage, being brought down to a little over half their health.

Living The Fever Dream

Roxie smirks.

Roxie: "Nice idea, but you'd have more luck with Mirror Coat. Grimer, Venoshock!"

The Grimer spits out a special poison at Rookie like the Koffing before her.

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

Vyvyan gives an an annoyed sigh at Lucius' unsubtle attempt to pocket Levi's number while Sandy gives a hearty laugh.

Santiago: Usually we'll leave him to his own devices and then act disappointed, but not surprised when he straggles back to the Tower after making a bad decision.

Santiago picks the passed out Levi up by the back of his crop top's collar.

Santiago: Which, as you could probably tell, happens more often than it should~

Vyvyan grumbles and flumps onto the counter.

Vyvyan: That, or we let his boyfriend deal with him. How Xylander stands him enough to actually want to date him is... beyond me.

Santiago then drops Levi and whispers to Lucius.

Santiago: If you're wondering about how Levi's relationship status affects or impacts the interactions he had with you, don't be. They're in a pretty open relationship

Vyvyan gives what feels like a glare from underneath his hoodie.

Vyvyan: Santiago, why are you encouraging him.

I'm having to learn to pay the price

EMPEROR waves goodbye.

off the shits

Virbank City Gym:

The Riolu is bombarded by poison, and the damage added onto their status effect caused Rookie's health to be brought down to dangerously critical levels. "Alright buddy, I think you've had enough. I"m trying to get you stronger, not get you killed!" Mark said as he withdrew his mon and replaced him with Chopper.

"Even when you've beaten two regional champions, you're always learning something new," Mark then says, fully aware that he spent his turn switching mons instead of letting Rookie faint, but it was not without reason as he began planning his next move.

Living The Fever Dream

Virbank Gym

Roxie looks at the Machop, considers a bit then gives a command.

Roxie: "Alright, Grimer. Don't poison, just use Venoshock!"

The Grimes nods and shoots the special poison at Chopper.

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

Virbank City Gym:

Whether it be due to his eagerness to fight or experience against similar kinds of opponents, Chopper was able to narrowly dodge the Venoshock attack. "Alright Chopper, you know what to do: Unleash your Mega Punch!" Mark ordered rather enthusiastically as the Machop began charging a punch meant to be thrown at the Grimer's face.

Living The Fever Dream

Virbank Gym

The Grimer makes no effort to move, just hunker down, and gets punched in the face. Some goop flies off her to the sides. She looks a bit hurt, if less so than normal due to her hardened goop, but still kicking.

While Chopper's fist is close, she lets off another Venoshock.

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