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Silas took notice of the worried looks, "It's a long story guys. I'll explain at Rêves Froids, but long story short, lost a arm to a guard Bisharp. It still stings... I can still feel it, every finger, ever touch and sensation, in short I am in a lot of pain."

~You seem to be handling it well.~

"I'm a astronaut and a fighter pilot, I gotta take pain with a calm mind or else bad things happen... that and I got most of my anger out during the raid."

~And cried your eyes out on the trip over.~

"Sssshhhhh... no. Don't mention that."

Ribbon was on Silas's lap, curled up and just trying to be comforting.

The Doctor walked in and started to talk with Silas in Kalosian a bit, Silas nodded and turned to Colt, "I'll be done in here in a bit, I just got a few things to go over and then I'll be let out."

At the last texts, Silas chuckled a little.

Jimmy follows as well, reloading his pistol, Gray and Raiden doing various ninja anime moves while Jimmy just takes a straight line. He's disappointed that his pokemon are being total nerds right now.

Still... the image of those mutants won't leave his head.

-Amanita gags-

Who killed these people why are there so many murder weapons what the hell is going on why on Earth did I agree to go with that Wynaut

-she takes a few calming breaths-

Amanita: Okay. Let's...let's think about this. It looks like that rope was after she died... I think I'm going to be sick holy shit, so it still looks like that knife is the right option...

-she goes to retrieve it, leaving Phobos to deal with Kyler-

Phobos: <R-right. Hey, back off!>

-he forms a Shadow Ball in one claw, pointing it threateningly at the other Gengar-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

 I'm Not Really Feeling the Healing World 

Ugh...

-To Garrett-

How about we go together, less chance of me suddenly finding you gone or in pieces after my mons and I come back from some horror movie fight.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Lumiose Hospital

Colt’s breathing caught in his throat. “Phantom sensations,” he recognized. “Er, no offense, but I don’t care how durable you are, getting a limb severed doesn’t warrant a non-overnight stay,” he said. “Much less if you yourself said that you’re still in a lot of pain, and may even need to go through PT if the arm you lost was your dominant hand.”

Semi-begrudgingly, Rei nodded. Lucario and Roy, though, nodded vigorously.

<Physical Therapy,> Lucario quietly explained to Roy.

Colt approached the exit. “Should we meet up in the lobby?”

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

mood music, Silent Circus by Akira Yamaoka in case the link dies

-it's college-rule paper with a single long-dried bloodstain on it; someone has written on it in a neat, small script-

-at the other end of the street, there's a clattering metallic sound. A trashcan was knocked over by a strange-looking Houndour, who snarls at Hae-Won with something in its mouth before darting away-

Arkady: <It's a religious ecstasy, anyway. The Mob isn't real.>

-the next time they pass the posters, it looks as though Pent never altered them-

Arkady: <There's a task to be done. When we... arrived here, that Pikachu sound happened. I think we have to make it happen again, or something...>

Girl: Quickly. -ignores the door, but nimbly scales the wall with her Toxapex's help and reaches the roof, where she opens a hatch and slips in-

-inside is the attic, which looks like a survivalist has been there for few days; various crudely-made survival objects and pieces of wild vegetation litter the floor-

Girl: -sends out a Ferrothorn and a Dusknoir, which join her other mons and form a wall around her, shielding her from Jimmy and co. as she crosses her arms- Who are you and where did you come from. You clearly aren't a monster, so what are you.

-the Gengar's grin turns about as wide as the Judge's smile-

Gengar: -to Phobos- < Brother... > -its eyes turn hazel, like a human's- < I will give you a hint... If you do me a favor. >

Kyler: What?

Gengar: -suddenly lurches forward at Kyler, disappearing the moment it hits his body-

Kyler: -turns to Phobos, smiling slightly- < Keep this a secret from your trainer. > -his voice returns to normal, as though nothing had happened- Is that alright?

Garrett: I can't - exactly walk. Here. -hisses- Scheisse. Son of a- -grunts in pain, then sends out his Rhyperior-

Blastoise: -blinks, then begins stuttering in fear- <U-u-uh, sir I, I, said I can't, I'm s-s-s-s-still - >

Garrett: -closing his eyes- No one. Cares. Just follow the guy.

Blastoise: -turns to Tagg, flinching- <O-k-k-kay...>

Garrett: -tries to wave a hand, winces, and puts it down- I'll be... fine. Might have - to die, anyway. Have... fun out there. -promptly goes limp, breathing shallowly-

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

"Yeah we'll meet in the lobby, and I'll be fine. My ship has a auto-doc... hence why I'm being let out sooner, and I still got my dominant hand. Got lucky there."

Silas waved said hand reassuringly, "I'll be fine, medicine's improved a lot, and I refuse to sit still. Did enough of that the past two months."

Jimmy and his team climbed in, looking at the mons he put his hands up reassuringly, "My name is James David Smith. I'm human and... well I'm from somewhere else from the looks of it. More specifically I'm from the Unovan region and I'm a former Ranger, a soldier."

He looked about and asked, "What happened here, what is with those mutants?"

Basement World

Well the last one happened... When he departed? I don't think my actions caused it so it might have been him stumbling onto something as he ran away.

-Pent keeps walking and thinking-

We probably can't fake it yeah? I'm not good at impersonating pokemon cries mostly because the damn autotranslate usually blocks them out.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Hae-won: "Mm... so something left by someone... Guessing it's got something to do with that Wynaut. Maybe this Channah person we're looking for..."

Akravator: <Oh, cool, Houndour! Didn't expect to see one here.>

Akravator runs after the Houndour(?).

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

Phobos: <Oh no....>

-he shudders, nodding, but still holding out the Shadow Ball-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Lumiose Hospital

“Kinda want to start sitting still, to be honest,” Colt admitted as he returned Rei.

“Did three Elite Four challenges over the past six months, as well as a few other things that are burning my candle at both ends,” he added as Lucario and Roy returned.

“I was hoping that it’d be reason enough for you to stop whatever it was that caused you to lose your arm, but if I’m understanding you words and whatever it was warrants “sitting still”, I can only appreciate a nose-to-the-grindstone work ethic for so long,” he explained as he exited the room.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

 Healing World 

-Sends out Ali-

Watch him.

-And moves forward-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Silas smirked as Colton stepped out, "You have no idea what I mean by sitting still. I'll explain later."

Within a hour he was out, and wearing a simple blue leather coat, the left sleeve having been tied up in a knot, he sent out a email to all those who had responded with the location of the Ice Cream Parlour and turned to Colton.

"Alright Colton, to sum it up just how much insanity is going on, I'm still me... just time displaced due to some shenanigans involving being trapped in Pokemon form for 2 months and thus had to hide myself in my own bunker to avoid paradoxes."

He smiled a bit, "Anything else you would like covered right now? Cause I'm saving the rest for the others at the Parlour."

Girl: -frowns at Jimmy- Fine then, Mr. Smith. I'll take you at your word. For now. -snaps her fingers, prompting her team to disperse somewhat- ...They're not mutants. They're a symptom of this Otherworld. Someone else's pain.

-she paces in the candlelit darkness, there's something imperious about the way she walks-

Girl: That someone is trying to perform an Obscuric ritual, and they're doing it wrong.

Arkady: -gives the impression of being briefly amused by the autotranslate remark before slumping again- <Probably not. There's something over there.>

-"over there" is a rusted filing cabinet sitting near the ubiquitous radio. Sticking out of a drawer is - what else - a piece of paper-

-the radio is plugged into the wall-

-distant footsteps can be heard down the way-

-the Houndour runs away, growling under its breath. At one point, it trips over a loose cobblestone and loses its prize, yelping. Upon closer inspection, it's a female. The gray cap on her head is a human skull, and the gray raised patterns on her back are large fingers-

Houndour: <My heart! Mine!> -snarls and jumps forward at Akravator with a Fire Fang, intending to remove the threat before retrieving her prize-

-which is a squeaky toy-

-the knife in the bathroom is just as they'd left it, still piercing the Bitter Root-

Kyler: -seems pleased- < Excellent! Thank you, brother. Now here is your hint... They died not by human hands. > -coughs and his demeanor changes; he goes over to the deck railing and leans on it heavily- Oh shit, this is so bad. What if the killer's still here? Holy shit...

-past him, there's a small section in the backyard which looks like it was dug up and then covered again, albeit in a rush-

-the atrium is actually a fairly normal Unovan-style Pokémon Center with an extremely high ceiling, though with the same dilapidated look as the rest of the hospital. The upper level is bathed in sunlight coming from the open windows above-

-someone is sitting very still behind the counter where the nurse would normally be; it appears to be a mannequin or a doll-

-if Tagg were to get closer, he would see that the doll is seated in a wheelchair; both the doll and the chair are badly charred and burnt. One gets the impression that it could fall apart at a single touch. It seems to resemble a young woman, with remnants of black hair and a modest cardigan and skirt. The arms of the doll are held out in front of her, palms upturned-

-there's a note on the counter in front of the doll, and another in its lap-

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

Akravator gets bitten, which doesn't hurt him much, but he's still hurt.

Akravator: <...Geez.>

<...Fine, fine, you can have it, weird Houndour.>

Hae-won: "...Well, maybe that might be a monster that guy was talking about..."

"...Let's keep looking."

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

 Healing World 

-Looking at the doll-

Feels... possibly bird-y.

Lucani: -Does the Vikavolt equivalent of a shrug-

-Moves to carefully take and read the notes-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Basement World

Oh good, we're doing that. #Random documents and audio logs~#

-He chuckles and grabs up the loose sheet of paper-

Lemme know if "I AM THE MOB" approaches while I'm reading, mkay?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Siobhan: "Yep! I'm a member, technically, though I've been busy working on that thing," -She points at Silas' airship- "Recently."

edited 10th May '18 7:47:31 PM by Izshta

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

Phobos: <O-okay.>

-Amanita collects the knife, heading back to the living room-

Phobos: <Wait!>

Amanita: Huh?

Phobos: <I, uh...I'm not sure this was done with human weapons?>

Amanita: What makes you say that?

Phobos: <...It just doesn't look right.>

Amanita: Hm. Maybe it's something to do with those petals?

Phobos: <M-maybe. There are Magical Leaves outside, too.>

Amanita: ...Okay...

-she heads outside, making a face at the other body as she passes by it to the pre-dug area-

...Man, I was really hoping to never have to exhume another body.

-taking a shovel out of her backpack, however, she begins doing just that-

edited 10th May '18 7:52:04 PM by memyselfandI2

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Ice Cream Parlour

Every single ‘mon of Colt’s got their own ice cream, paid for under Colt’s name. Of course, they had to eat it in their Pokéballs, but it was still a little bit of a haggle.

Colt stood up straight and brushed a little sweatbout of his hair before indulging in white chocolate and whipped cream flavored with cookies n’ cream.

“I mean, if there’s anything you want to say, you can bend my ear if you want. Just the two of us, and no I’m not coming onto you. I am not making that mistake again,” Colt allowed.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Silas stepped in and stretched a bit, only to stumble a little when he realized his right side had more weight on it, "Gonna need to get used to that."

~We're looking into replacements.~

Silas ordered a orange soda slushie and sat down at a table, hoping the others would arrive, "So Colton, any specific questions about the events involving the loss of my arm?"

~It's quite the tale.~

Jimmy whistled, "Damn... any idea where it starts?"

edited 10th May '18 8:08:21 PM by EchoingSilence

-Shaun pays for his "meal" - a sprinkle-dipped cone full of chocolate ice cream, [M&M]s, and chocolate chips, and a root beer float - before taking a seat by Colton and Silas.-

Shaun: "So...you've joined that club."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Kaisei sees Silas and Colt in the parlor and waves at him,

There is someone else beside him in a cloak scarfing down ice cream.

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

Julius: -looks at Shioban-

-then at the Oblivion Wing-

-then at Shioban-

-then at the Oblivion Wing-

-then at Shioban, sparkly-eyed-

You designed the space machine?!

Bathory: -snickering- <Well, here he goes again.>

-Jared also snickers-

-Jean sits down next to Silas with some black Razz Berry chip-

Jean: -to Shaun- Guess this is an initiation.

-to Silas- Gladly, captain.

Contact Me!

-suddenly, a cry splits the air - it sounds like a Houndoom's voice. It's coming from the town center-

-the Houndour grabs its toy and bolts in the opposite direction-

-the note in front of the doll is written in a round, girlish hand-

-the note in the doll's lap says:-

-there's a mechanical groaning sound from upstairs, which then grinds to a stop and all is quiet again-

Arkady: <Yes...>

-the first note has been typed out rather than handwritten-

-there's another note underneath it, much smaller and written in a peculiar sloppy style-

Arkady: <...I feel so horrible...> -starts whimpering, but shakes himself and clamps down on it hard and looks at the note- <... A clue?>

-luckily, Amanita digs up a mere booklet instead-

-it appears to be an old, yellowing handmade diary, written by a small child and stapled together-

Girl: -just shrugs- Here. Read this. -bends down briefly to pick a piece of paper delicately by the edge and hands it to Jimmy with a slightly disgusted look on her face-

-the paper is torn in half, leaving only half the page. At the top of the page is a handwritten date, while the rest is typed out—

Girl: Whoever this is, we're dealing with someone under an illusion that can create physical worlds on another plane of existence. Such as this one. And my- our time to survive here is running out. -sighs and assumes a thinking posture- ...

edited 10th May '18 8:25:50 PM by Metanoia

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

Lumiose Ice Cream Parlour

“You said you lost it to a Bisharp guard,” Colt recalled. “Who did they work for, and what was being guarded?

“Or is this the stuff you’ll explain once everyone gets here?” He realized as he waved to Kaisei.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]