-It takes all of five seconds before Rose comes back out to grab an actual change of clothes before she forgets, and then empty her pockets and toss the contents onto her bed — including her Poke Balls, as well as a folded switchblade — before she retreats to actually take her shower.-

-In the process, a shiny Fearow emerges from one of the Poke Balls.-

Domino: <...Er, do we know you?>

Nana immediately grabs the switchblade and starts playing with it, like a crow and/or small child instinctively drawn to shiny objects. She tilts her head at the Fearow, utterly uncomprehending. “Uh... caw?”

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-Domino gives Nana a look.-

Domino: <...All right, you can't understand me. But please be careful with that thing, it's spring-loaded.>

Izaya: Excellent to meet you too, Paula.

-Owen and Metal look at each other-

-They can tell the same thought is crossing both their minds:-

Aphrodite: Very.

Julius: Well... One of the Robins said that care and battles helped.

Takumi:    <Battle! BATTLE!>   

-The fridge rumbles-

- And turns orange-

-A giant Fridge Rotom with bunny ears emerges!-

Lina: Ah shit.

-The Fridge Rotom fires a Blizzard, freezing everyone solid-

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Nana tilts her head at Domino, flipping the knife around in her hands. Thankfully, she knows her way around knives, but she’s still liable to drop it accidentally.

“...You want some Pokebeans or somethin'? I keep 'em here...” She opens a small pouch on her bag.

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-Paula grins-

Paula: So, what do you do around here? From the sound of it, you seem popular with the bossman.

Domino: <Uh, sure, if you've got 'em.>

-He peers into the bag.-

Nana opens up the pouch wider, inviting Domino to take as much as he’d like.

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-Metal twitches his ears noticeably at Paula's words-

Izaya: I'm an information broker; I can get just about any info Multiman here needs for the right price.

Multiman: Orihara here has been very useful to our operations, and a pleasure to have around.

-Now it's Owen's turn to twitch-

-Arvis freezes mid-scratch-

Arvis: <...My... Son?>

-he whirls around-

<That man was giving me a warning! We need to find him; this entire world could be in danger!>

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Stormchaser, Considerable Past

“We at least know what they are planning, and we know we can prevent it, possibly,” Colt considered as he instead tried to retrieve his phone. “I mean, I understand his motivation, but does he know what he’ll unleash if it pans out? Chiazard hivemind,” he spat. “It’s not pretty.”

Bwahte 4

Colt fired Pot Shot, and then a Nasty Plot boosted Dark Pulse Orbitar when he felt that the shot wouldn’t be strong enough.

Lucario fired off the Flash Cannon, and then tried an Aura Sphere upon remembering Electric resisted Steel.

Kazuma dove in with Facepalm Over Two.

Or, they tried to, anyway. They were all frozen solid.

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Wreck of the S.S. Libra, The Other Day

-Rill grabs the Omastar and suplexes him into the sand.-

-He then crunches his abs and flips back over the Omastar.-

-He then suplexes the Omastar again.-

-This repeats.-

???: What kind of move is that?!

Dune: You know, I'm not actually sure. I think he's just playing it by ear at this point.

-The suplexing continues.-

???: AAAAGH! I hate you adults! I just want to be left alone!

Dune: Well-

-Dune stops.-

Dune: ... You ran away from home, didn't you?

???: No duh! It was awful!

Dune: ...

???: And now I bet you're just gonna send me back so mom can slap me around for making her waste booze money on-

-Dune holds up his hand.-

Dune: What's your name?

???: ... What?

Dune: Your name. You never mentioned it. I don't need your last name, but I have to call you something.

???: I... I'm Wes.

Dune: Wes. When was the last time you had a full meal?

Wes: I... um...

Dune: You wanna go get a burger?

Wes: What.

Dune: I'm asking - RILL KNOCK IT OFF! - I'm asking if you want a burger.

Wes: I mean... yeah, I guess-

Dune: C'mon, there's a Six Dudes just outside of Phenac we can head to. They know me there. We can talk after you've had something to eat.

Wes: Wait, why after?

Dune: Because when I would run away from home I'd always be in bad mood before grabbing something to eat.

Wes: Wait- you-

-Aela and the Harbringer walk up the steps to the College gate. A Gardevoir Mawile is waiting for them.-

The Harbringer: <Farelda.>

Farelda the Mawile: <Ysmir. Are these guests? I haven't met them.>

The Harbringer: <It's a long story.>

Farelda: <Just mind they behave.>

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Paula: Impressive. Guess I should be careful not to get on your bad side, shouldn't I? Don't want you to dig up any dirt on me.

-She winks.-

-Domino takes a few beans.-

-Other than that, the next few minutes are spent in somewhat awkward silence, until Rose finally comes back out looking fairly refreshed.-

Rose: ...Hey.

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“Oh!” Nana fumbles the knife, and she drops it, skittering loudly across the floor.

Act cool, act cool...

“'Sup.”

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Rose: ...

-She snatches the switchblade.-

Rose: Give me that.

-She pockets it.-

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“It looked cool...” Nana looks oddly like a kid being scolded, and scoots over on the bed to make room. “Um, your... I forget what kind it is but I gave him some Pokebeans,” she mumbles, indicating Domino.

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Rose: You're lucky I didn't bother taking it out to stab you with when you attacked me earlier.

-She sits down, scratching the back of Domino's neck.-

Rose: Anyway, this is Domino. He's a Fearow. Wait don't they have Fearow in Alola

“Eehhh...”

Nana trails off, smiling nervously. “He’s nice... They do I just forgot”

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Izaya: -winks back- Of course not.

Multiman: -enjoying the seeming comradery-

Owen and Metal: -internal screaming-

Aphrodite: ...This is one of those things I'd probably regret asking about, isn't it.

Siivagunner: <By the power of high-quality rips, this plot LIIIIIIIIIVES!>

-The group approaches the Cubone tribe-

Zumi: <We will!>

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Azelle looks nervous at hearing this.

Gogie: <...Wait, danger? What's going on?>

Cris: <We'll behave!>

Tsubasa: <Probably.>

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

Virbank City Pokemon Center Entrance:

"So I take it you're a situational trainer? Must own quite a few mons, do you see yourself as a competitive or casual trainer?" Mark then asked, noticing that the line was progressing slowly but surely.

Living The Fever Dream

Phenac City, Six Dudes

-Wes finally takes off his gasmask, revealing a freckled, pale face and a headful of blazing red hair.-

-Dune can't help but note how the gasmask keeps his face from burning, even if the lenses on it are so old and clouded that they could be a facsimile for advanced cataracts.-

Dune: So, Wes-

-Dune stops as the young man digs into his burger before grabbing a fistful of fries from the massive cup and shoving them in his mouth. Dune just smiles with nostalgia and waits.-

-And waits.-

-And waits.-

-Damn, this kid could clean out all of Orre if he had the drive.-

-Eventually Wes leans back and pats his stomach.-

Dune: So Wes. Where'd you get a whole team of fossil Pokemon in Orre?

-Wes shifts in his chair.-

Wes: I... er...

-He looks down at the bag filled with empty burger wrappers and fry cups.-

Wes: You promise not to tell anyone?

-Dune pantomimes zipping his lips.-

Wes: They were my grandpa's. He used to work on Cinnabar Island, before he...

-He rubs his eyes with his bulky trench coat.-

Wes: My mom tried to hide his Pokeballs, didn't want to have anything to do with them, and used his money for booze. So I took them and ran. Carracosta was good at finding water under the sand and bringing it up, but... I was getting really hungry out there. Not much grows in that part of the sands.

-Dune doesn't interrupt.-

Wes: I used to think that, maybe my mom was an old Cipher member, or a runaway member of Team Rocket or something, but no... it turns out she just doesn't like that I remind her of dad.

-Dune's brow furrows.-

Dune: How'd you learn this?

Wes: She told me. She came home a week ago after a three day bender, and ranted at me when I wouldn't unlock my door for her to hit me again.

-And you could see the moment Dune's heart breaks, right about there.-

Dune: ... Hm. Say, Wes.

Wes: Hm?

Dune: You're... Fifteen? Sixteen?

Wes: Sixteen.

Dune: Good. Tell you what. I know someone who I used to work for who could probably hire you out as a guide and bodyguard for above minimum wage and give you a roof over your head. You'd be completely independent, eat what you want, sleep when you want, and work... well, that one's up to her, but you know.

-Wes just looks on, mystified.-

Dune: But you'll have to make sure that your Pokemon skill are up to par - learn your team, bond with them, and be able to provide the best you can.

-Wes nods his head so fast his hair turns the area around his face into a red blur.-

Dune: When you're done, we'll head over to visit Professor Mesquite.

-Paula grins.-

Paula: I like this guy. Looking forward to seeing him around. Where to next, sir?

Rose: Right, right. Anyway, what do you wanna know? Ask away, I guess.

“Umm... I feel like you had kinda a good thing going earlier...?” Nana mutters, to disguise the fact that she’s almost completely incapable of original thought.

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Arvis: <Something happened to him... I don't remember exactly what but he went from kind to cruel almost overnight... He's a threat. Where is he?>

-Izaya gives an odd smirk-

Multiman: Well... There's been one last thing I've been meaning to show you Iron folks for a while... Come.

-He starts heading for the bowels of the airship. Owen, Metal, and Izaya follow-

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stormchaser, past

Marie: <Yaaaaaa!>

-Marie dives down towards bisco at a high speed-

Lumiose ice cream parlor, past

Gwen: Erm, is that weird Blaziken thing yours?

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