ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Channah: -looking down at the necklace- Garrett would've. But it doesn't matter. I can start over soon.

Ghost Floatzel: -recoils and looks terribly lost and afraid for a moment. It only lasts a split second before he retaliates with an Aqua Tail-

Song: -sustains some damage from the beam attacks and uses Earthquake, causing the wrought-iron fence to dent with a horribly loud sound-

Gliscor Ghost: -snarls incoherently as he's stabbed by the spikes, but fails to attack. Instead, he tries to dive for Hae-Won's pockets or pocket-equivalents- <Give... Give...>

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

-Ever catches the bottle in both hands. No sense taking chances-

Ever: Wait was that that movie you all made when we were at Pokestars? I never got around to seeing the premiere; I was banned from the premises after Diesel's soundtrack got out.

Amanita: I'm pretty sure I'm the bat! My Pokeform and starter are both Crobat!

Ares: <Oh, sure, you list yourself fir—>

-Aqua Tail-

<...Ow.>

Ares fainted!

Amanita: Crap...Thorn's out, Phobos too...Musket, Night Slash!

-the Skuntank appears in a flash of light-

Musket: <...Sand? You know how I feel about sand, Amanita.>

Amanita: Quickly!

Musket: <Oh, fine.>

-she darts at the Floatzel, feinting with her claws before lashing her tail like a whip-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-Lucius grabs another bottle and takes a swig.-

Lucius: Yeah, that was the one. Good times, good times. Never saw a single royalty check, but s'okay, because we did it for the art.

-He blinks and narrows his eyes at Ever.-

Lucius: ...Since when did you have four arms?

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Hangar World

Alright, thanks!

-Pent just slams the Amanita card into the top middle and slides the remaining card down into the bottom middle-

I don't know if this is the right thing to do. But I'm saying it's likely the only thing I can do!

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Hae-won: -to the Gliscor ghost- "...Wait, give? What and why?"

Honchkrow: <Hm... what's got you interested in policework?>

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

-The Victreebell yells in defiance, only for the strange node to be hit head-on by a Dragon Pulse bolt from Takumi-

-It goes limp and doesn't move-

Takumi: <Rrrgh... Told you I could take it!>

-he starts glowing-

Julius: -stares at Takumi- ...What...?

Robin: Morgan... I'm sorry...

Pidge: <Yep, that's her!>

-Jean leads Lucas aboard-

-The first thing he should be able to notice is there are a lot of rooms-

Eliot: <All right then!>

-My gang has spent the last several weeks preparing-

edited 6th Jun '18 8:06:56 PM by Umbramatic

Contact Me!

Nana's semi-unconscious on the floor, and Candy's let go of the Victreebel in favor of tending to her! Don't worry, you can't short-circuit brain cells you don't have!

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Kai: Yeah, I figured that was gonna be your reaction.

-Nix droops.-

Nix: <Fiiiine. But, c'mon, just a quick visit to, like, some lost uninhabited island of mystery and stuff? It'll be fuuuuun~>

Kai: ...

-Kai sighs, and gives Brie a look of "should we humor her?"-

Ever: I don't even have two arms. The left ones are a clever prosthetic.

-they take a deep drink, if only to catch up-

So there's art happening? Because I am always here for a drunk movie night.

Brie: ...

I mean, a lost island would be pretty cool. And we have a ton of fliers between us, we can always get back if there's a problem.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Lucius: Ah, I get it.

-Six seconds pass.-

Lucius: I lied. I don't get it. I mostly just said that because I can't feel my tongue right now.

-He pulls up the laptop so that Ever gets an unobstructed view of the cinematic mastery they are to drunkenly behold.-

Lucius: Anyway, my good ol' blue buddy, you are about to learn that anything I touch turns into art. Except exes. Those just turn into bitter recriminations.

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

 Binary Chamber 

-Arms crossed as I sink to the floor of the cage, back turned-

Since you already know about my incredibly fucked up teenage years and early adulthood, I figure I'll tell you that starting over in the sense of human sacrifice like your other brother was saying won't solve anything.

I... think you're better than that.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-there's a long pause before the slab leisurely begins sinking into the ground, exposing the door behind it-

Ghost Floatzel: -its white eyes turn briefly red like a Gengar's as it reels, then it loses all interest in Amanita as it makes a mad scramble for the slab-

Ghost Wobbuffet: -does likewise-

Song: -in Walter's voice- ...All right, then. That was your chance. -starts absorbing the ghosts back into its body-

Ghost Gliscor: -panicking and grabbing at Hae-Won- <...Ring! The - ring!>

Channah: -sighs quietly- You can think whatever. Ira... It wasn't just Garrett. He offered what I've been wanting for years. And I thought. What the fuck, why not. It's easier not to resist. Like... Just let go, who cares. Honestly, thinking about it... It's gonna suck, but you people, you guys'll be fine. Always are.

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

Ever: Don't worry, it's probably still there.

-they giggle-

Anyway that's probably not a good thing and I should maybe talk to Kai but I'm very drunk right now so not toniiiiiight~

-they've had a sip-

-get yourself together Ever-

Ever: I am ex-ci-ted~

Amanita: Hey! Get away from that door! Flamethrower, Musket!

-Musket sprays out a stream of gas from her tail, lighting it with a spark to create a bloom of fire between the Song!Mons and the door-

Amanita: Come on come on we gotta go!

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Kai: All right, fine, I concede.

Nix: <Whoo!>

-She poofs up happily.-

Kai: So, are we taking Spec to get there, or one of your teammates?

 Binary chamber 

-To Channah-

But you won't be, not with this freaky ritual they have planned. You... mean a lot to me, you know that right?

edited 6th Jun '18 9:41:05 PM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Channah: -deflates a little- It's hard, to. Hard to really... articulate how few fucks I give about that. You-

-a door creaks open from below. In steps a short, unassuming young [Korean] man with pitch-black eyes and a fragile air about his thin frame. He's wearing a very worn mint-green hoodie-

-he takes a deep breath and goes to stand at the edge of the moat, staring into the liquid-

Ira: -shyly, without looking up- Hello.

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

 Binary Room 

Look, I get if you don't-Suddenly Ira-

Hitodama: <...What.>

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Laurent pauses and decides they should be left alone. He leaves.-

Morgan: <Father...no, don't apologize. It was Grima's fault. And...my mother is still alive. She was when I left, at least.>

<I know you aren't my actual father, but at the same time you are.>

-She slithers onto/around him in a...comforting sort of way? She's doing her best to hug Robin.-

Morgan: <...>

---

Laurent: <Lucina, do you recall what your parents said about the other Robin's Grima?>

Lucina: "...don't stab him with Poin-I mean, Falchion?"

Laurent: <Yes. You are aware I respect your parents and the other Robin.. Truthfully, I even idolize our Robin herself. Lucina...>

Lucina: <Yes?>

Laurent: <Should the chance present itself, take your blade and drive it straight through that dastard's heart - if he still has one!>

Lucina: "Did something happen Laurent? Before, you agreed with everyone that Grima should live and not...well, not die, but slumber."

Laurent: <You'll recall our last battle with Grima in Ylisse. Grima tried to possess Robin - and were it not for us, she would have succumbed to the Fell Dragon.>

<I theorize that a similar event occured in the male Robin's world - albeit with one major difference - Grima succeeded.>

<Lucina, Robin watched, powerless, as Tiki died by his own hands. And evidence suggests she was his wife.>

<That's why he doesn't talk about Ylisse much, and why he hasn't returned to his Ylisse - it's a wasteland, destroyed by Grima much like it was after the original Shepards perished.>

Lucina: "..."

-There's two solid minutes of silence in the room.-

Lucina: "Laurent...would the Parallel Falchion even do anything, since it was only partially awakened?"

Laurent: <Doubtful. I had a lapse in judgment earlier, Lucina. Rage clouded my brain. Do not throw your life away, nor anyone else's. But...Grima...cannot go unpunished.>

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

mood music, Room of Angel by Akira Yamaoka in case the link dies

Ira: ...Tagg, right? I, um. Don't think we've met. I'm Ira. -glances up in the general direction of the cages for a split second before looking down again- Hm?

Channah: -stiffens slightly, staring back-

Ira: Oh... Sorry. I. Uh, interrupted. But it's time to begin. -continues to stand there as the black liquid starts to ripple, then steps back as the rippling increases-

-the concrete island holding Deepest Self's chains abruptly cracks and collapses in a loud noise, sending up debris and dust and shaking the chamber. A... thing breaks the surface in front of her, extending huge reptilian forelegs to rest on the ground. It's the front half of a Torterra, but badly decaying and covered in tarry mud that slides off its spiked skull. Now that the island has broken, a clearly visible snake-like torso can be seen underneath the liquid's surface, connecting it to Deepest Self like so. It starts to moan quietly-

Ira: -shyly smiles at the ground- Okay, um. Ye-eun, would you do the honors?

-Channah's eyes turn purple and white, but once again minus Hale's intelligent stare. Her hands slowly move to rip a bead off of the necklace, letting it roll off her lap. Immediately, the chains come to life, jerkily lowering the cages a few meters toward Deepest Self's open jaws before stopping with a mechanical whine-

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

EMPEROR: AHA! A lead! <I apologize in advance for being forward, but would you happen to know where he is right now? Or where we could find him?>

Daydre.. exists. I guess.

Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something..

off the shits

F!Robin freezes, her brain processing this and… failing.

F!Robin.exe has stopped responding and needs to close Ryoma and Xander are sitting in a room. The atmosphere is… tense.

Xander: <We have things to discuss, Prince Ryoma.>

Ryoma: <That we do, Prince of Nohr. There’s been an uneasy silence between us. I would see it resolved.>

Xander: <You are not the Ryoma from my world, are you?>

Ryoma: <I’ve come to suspect the same thing. I ask you this, Crown Prince of Nohr: Whose side did your Corrin chose?>

Xander glances almost painedly out the window. <She chose Hoshido.>

Ryoma: <And mine Nohr.>

There’s an awkward pause.

Ryoma: <I fell defending the throne. I gave my life for Hoshido.>

Xander nods. <And I for Nohr. I - Elise died, sacrificed herself, to show me that Lady Corrin wanted what was best for Nohr, as well. It changed nothing. I had a duty to my country. I could not shirk it.>

Ryoma gives a harsh laugh. <It was on death’s door I understood the same. It would seem we’re in the same position, Prince Xander.>

Xander: <So it would seem.>

Vi: “So. The Mare Tranquillitatis. Not exactly the beach I was ever expecting to walk on for a first date.”

Siobhan: “Perks of being an astronaut?”

Vi: “It would seem so.”

The two sit on the lip of a crater, holding hands.

Mordred’s currently walking back to the Stormchaser from… somewhere, where exactly is not important. What’s more pertinent is that she’s walking along Lumiose at night. She stops at an alley, frowning. An unfortunately familiar fog curls out.

Mordred sighs, rolling her shoulders. “Hey Iris, you wanna go again?”

Iris steps out of the alley. “Mordred, dear, I just want to reunite our family.”

Mordred: “Yeah, not going to happen until we get that Nihilego toxin flushed.”

Iris laughs maniacally. “Oh, Mordred, I’m fine.”

Mordred: “... Yeah, I don’t remember you being this murdery.”

Iris: “Oh Mordred. Don’t make this hard on yourself.”

Mordred: “Most of the time when someone says that, they were generally planning to make it harder anyway.” -She settles into a boxing stance, one hand reaching up for her necklace-

Iris snarls. “So be it.    You brought this on yourself, Mordred   ”

Mordred: “Yeah, no, that doesn’t follow.”

An albino Delphox just sort of… appears. And looks around.

Iris and Mordred: “Merlin?!”

Albino Delphox Merlin: <Oh, am I interrupting something with you two?>

Iris: “   Merlin. What do you want?   ”

Mordred: “Kind of, but could you please talk some sense into her?”

Merlin: <Me? Oh, I’m here for no reason in particular. And Iris? Hm… Oh, that will be resolved.>

Mordred: “... You’re a shitty prophet, Merlin.”

Merlin: <Good thing I don’t claim to be one.>

Mordred: -turns to Iris.- “So, are we continuing this or do you wanna go talk to Interpol?”

Iris: “   There’s nothing wrong with me! Why won’t you understand!   ”

Merlin disappears much as he came.

Iris and Mordred square off

A figure jumps off of a nearby fire escape, dropping a kick onto Iris, who, being a perfectly normal, if nihilego toxin’d, human, just sort of falls over unconscious.

Mordred: “And who the fuck are you?”

The figure looks back at Mordred. They’re wearing a garment which is a bizarre combination of trench coat and kimono, a black cloak, and a black scarf, with a dark red version of Lucina’s butterfly mask over their feminine face. What skin is visible is very tan, and their white hair goes down to their knees, even pulled back in a high ponytail.

???: “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Go, before more come.”

Mordred: “That doesn’t answer my question.”

The mysterious figure flicks out a pokeball. “I... It’s not important right now. Just go.”

Mordred: “... Right, I expect answers later.”

???: “I’ll give what answers I can. Go. Now.” -She sends out a Kommo-o, settling into a fighting stance.-

Mordred takes that as her queue to leave and runs off.

Iris’ Nihilego friend rounds a corner, and teke-lili's angrily. ???: “Let’s go, Zhu.”

The Kommo-o nods, and steps forward.

edited 7th Jun '18 12:37:58 AM by Izshta

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

 Binary chamber 

-Staring into Deepest Self's gaping maw as I notice the cages have stopped their descent-

What, did you have something to say before you feed us to my friend's own aspect?

Hitodama: -Seems to be contemplating devouring again-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Corrin is sitting on a couch, staring at her phone in deep, intense thought.-

-Scarlette peers over her shoulder.-

Scarlette: Something wrong?

-Corrin yelps at Scarlette appearing so quietly.-

Corrin: Gods, Scarlette! Don't sneak up on me like that!

Scarlette: Sorry, sorry! I'm just wondering what you're so focused on.

Corrin: Right, yes. I've taken the liberty of obtaining this game called Capumon Jumble.

Scarlette: (Mason's letting you download more apps?)

-Corrin goes back to focusing on the board on her screen.-

Corrin: And it is proving a much greater challenge than it would initially seem...

Scarlette: (Dear gods Mason's letting her download more apps.)

Corrin: So I have taken it upon myself to surmount this challenge and prove myself as a strategist. I will not rest until I have completed every stage!

Scarlette: That's a great challenge to give yourself Corrin you just keep yourself occupied with that good luck!

Hangar World

I'm gonna acquiesce on whether it's a good idea to utilize the door.

-Pent shrugs and stands by the entrance and watches the sand-

... Is it a little distasteful to say that I kinda want to get one of these sandghost pokemon for myself? Like definitely not this one, but a smaller and friendlier one.

Bwah Bunker

-Pent is... Here. He's looking rather pale and out of it and is trying to keep his coat held tight. His gun sits on the table, slightly disassembled as he stares intently at the elemental core at it's heart-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Bwahnker

<Who were you talking to?> Julius asked his trainer as he approached them.

Colt opened his mouth to answer before looking at the setup. Lucario had his laptop open, a video describing how to use some move he couldn’t make out from this distance. Everyone but Julius was on standby.

“You guys learning new moves?”

<Our repertoire is pretty shallow, I think,> Lucario defended.

“Point,” Colt conceded as he then channeled his Sun Stone’s power.

Talbain emerged, looking like an excited puppy with his energy. <What are we learnin’, eh?>

Some time later!

Helmsman learned Aqua Tail, Brine, Dig, Dragon Tail, Knock Off, Liquidation, Smart Strike and Superpower!

<Ya know, Absent, if you keep this up for all twelve of us it’s gonna get grating,> Sylveon snarked in no particular direction while Helmsman was looking over what moves he learned, written down by Roy for everyone’s sake.

Talbain looked very paranoid at the mention of Absent. <You keep muttering that name under your breath,> Xatu considered. <Who is Absent?>

<You really don’t want to know,> Talbain warded off. <Let’s just say I might also have a split personality, like Lucario,> he left it at.

And so he yawned returned himself, more to take a bit of a nap than anything else. Everyone followed suit but Kazuma and Roy.

The silence, save for the scratching of the pen writing down what moves Roy could remember were taught, eventually tore at him. He grabbed the Orange Scarf and put it on, cracking his knuckles and almost missing such a simple thing.

It was so much easier to hold the pen; why didn’t he do that sooner? Was it because his trainer was-... wow, he realized. He was spending a little too much time as Colt’s Pokémon.

He didn’t want to lapse into this mentality where he was living and dying - metaphorically - by Colt being his superior. Shouldn’t he be his? No, he doesn’t know much of anything about this world.

But he learned enough that he could probably make something out of his life.

Where would he even go? And leave the first person to show him kindness?

Surely there’s more nice people out there.

Well reality isn’t nice, okay?!

Roy slammed his head into the table and just simmered there for a bit. Not crying, not angry, not even confused. He stood up and walked into the middle of the room. He drew the Sword of Seals and started swinging it around, missing that brand of familiarity.

The door wasn’t locked, so someone could probably enter.

edited 7th Jun '18 4:37:58 AM by AbsentCoder

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