ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Felis: <My, you really must live under a rock if the most you've heard about Unova is from your trainer.>

Felis, would you stop trying to insult everyone you come across?

Felis: <Make me.>

I guess that's one way of putting it, yeah. Would you mind showing us where your village is, then?

-Rising Star wordlessly steps backward through a nearby bush; the village clearing is behind it-

Diesel: <Um...I did live under a rock. I was a Kricketot, what did you expect?>

Felis: <Of course you... Wait.> -facepaw- <I didn't mean it literally, you stupid Bug-type.>

Oh, there it is...

-Me and Lake follow the Cubone through the bushes into the clearing.-

Wow. This is a nice place you have here.

lol @ Diesel... Also WHERE DO THE CUBONE HIDE DIALGA'S TOOTHBRUSH????

Cubone Patrol #3 — <Hey,> — talks in low voice to another patroller — <what's going on with Rising Star? He looks kinda spacey these days.>

Cubone Patrol #4 — <Dunno, must be the weather.> — swings bone — <I'm more worried that we have so many visitors these days.>

Cubone Patrol #3 — <Yeah... gotta be fun to see what Iron Marrow says about it.>

Meanwhile at the lunch facilities, I nom sandwich while my mons nom their food.

Maekrite (drags pot under table) — <Why do I have to keep up eating this crappy bottom percentage Rattata substitute? At least let me hunt the friggin' real deal...>

(Pokégear beeps)

— Oh, mail from Juanito! *reads* Uh? The guy's asking for overtime... I guess I can find him something to transport... let's see...

I go to a nearby computer and check the PEFE news system. A security Porygon pops up as I click in the hidden link to the underground service bulletin for the higher-ups.

— ...Right... *facepalm*

edited 26th Jun '11 11:07:43 AM by SilentReverence

Again, sorry I haven't been on much at all. I've been distraced with my game. Once I beat it and have nothing to do again expect to see me return. Just assume I'm off training for my next match or something.

I also have a friend coming over today, so I won't be on anyway.

Diesel: <Hmph. I don't like you either.> -turns away, crossing arms-

-Felis walks off without another word-

So, who built these traps anyway?

Someone who doesn't like fangirls, I guess....that narrows it down to everybody.

edited 26th Jun '11 11:17:59 AM by memyselfandI2

Probably inside a Substitute or something. Can we a tually use that joke?

Sure, Why Not? Floatzel

PEFEgon: Attempting to authenticate "Silent Reverence".

-flies around room-

PEFEgon: Sanity test complete. Activating identification roulette. Voiceprint requested.

... That is, can you say something? Like, "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers?"

edited 26th Jun '11 11:24:44 AM by Tangent128

I sigh at the Porygon.

Dintel (coming from under the table) — <Oh! A Pokémon?>

— Hey! What you mean sanity test!

As the test is completed and the voiceprint is requested.

— Well can't I just say anything? (mind wanders of for a moment, then I blush) Can't come up with anything... Uh, yeah, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

I don't think they'd actually brush with Dialga's toothbrush. They're half-crazy, not savages. But yeah, they have it, why not?

PEFEgon: *click* *whrrr* Voiceprint analysis... pronunciation errors match profile. Face metrics accepted. Final scan commencing. Say cheese, Nido-man!

Meanwhile In The Past

-Three Marowak emerge from a shelter; one wears a dark stripe of bark glued to their head, one has a red-painted head, and the last has a blue circle on her torso and wields a Lairon femur-

Red Skull: <Human visitors? If this is going to become a regular occasion, we really need to establish some more formal talks...>

Iron Marrow: -dripping with sarcasm- <Aw, was the rube from Kanto too bewildered by the last visit to return?>

Maekrite — <Heh, something right that they know about him. What are those things anyway, Dintel?>

Dintel — <I don't know. They look and behave like Xatu done very, very wrong...>

Maekrite (Tries to sniff, doesn't detect a thing) — <Nah, not Xatu... I'll ask Trainer later, you just distract him while I go for a real meal...> (disappears behind the table)

Dintel — <Hey! You conceded to Trainer to not go around hunting!>

(Up the table)

— Oh... photo time? OK I guess... — stands still.

I hope these pictures don't reach teh internets...

-the Porygon flashes brightly-

PEFEgon: Profile match. ACCESS GRANTED

So, now what? Oooh, hello cute Sandshrew!

Okay, just be friendly, and things will be fine.

-I step forward.-

Greetings. My name is Luke, and this is my friend, Lake.

Lake: <Hello.>

We've come here on a peaceful mission on behalf of the PEFE to find out more about you and your society.

Dintel — <Oh hai!> — you know the drill — <What are you?>

I notice the PEFEgon has spoken to Dintel, so I pick him up and sit him on the table, near the PEFEgon

— Hey, well, this is Dintel, my Sandshrew. You can talk to each other? In the meanwhile I'm just checking some particulars of our news system...

I navigate my way to the PEFE Underground Bulletin. There are some posts of the secretaries sharing fanfics about some weird pairing between Felis and Diesel, a "how cute do you think Shinx are" quiz, a comment on how one of the webpage developers was attacked by one of our experimental Archen as he was typing a GOTO, and a list of flagged keywords in the central switchboard's system.

— Oohh, this is interesting... something about fangirls, again? Better call Tangent. Thanks, PEFEgon... — frown— you don't have something closer to a name, don't you?

edited 26th Jun '11 11:53:13 AM by SilentReverence

- In the present, is still in my hotel room, just doing random things out of boredom -

- In the past, HotStuff, Velvet, Wings and I are just quietly following the group -

PEFEgon: My interface name is pgn6, but you free to assign an alias. We haven't been very good at coming up with our own, it turns out...

Past

Rising Star: <They're something like storygathering shamans, it seems; this one and the blue one with teeth want to stay in the village for the night.>

Iron Marrow: <Hmph. What is this village coming to, putting up with all this rabble...>

Bark Stripe: <An... interesting request. Though given that the last visitors we hosted proved to be... fun, I guess... I am inclined to give you a shot.>

Iron Marrow: <And let them freeload off the stores?! We have better things to do than put up every numbskull that wanders by!>

Bark Stripe: <For the night, Iron; and anyways, I do think that it is only fair that we ask them to pull their weight for the night.>

edited 26th Jun '11 12:05:45 PM by Tangent128

I guess we can do some stuff for you while we're here, right Lake?

Lake: <Yeah, sounds fair enough.>

Okay then. Thanks for having us here. We promise won't cause any trouble.

Lake: <It'll be like we're not even here! You'll see.>

Random Cubone #1 (looking from a distance at the elders and Lake) — <Hear that? They are going to spend the night with us?>

Random Cubone #2 — <Yeah... that's weird. I wonder how does that... "thing"> — points at Lake — <expect that no one will notice him.>

Random Cubone #1 — <So long as the children don't notice, we're golden... what about sending the pair with the Graveyard Guard?>

Random Cubone #3 appears from behind and bone-slaps both Cubone. — <You two. Shift guards with Rising Star, now.>

-gets call from Silent-

Yeah, fangirls... no, ask Gamer...

Past

Bark Stripe: <Very well; how about we take you down to the Moor Clan quarters to get settled, then.>

Iron Marrow: -sourly- <...I'm going to retire early. With luck you will all be gone by the morning.>

edited 26th Jun '11 12:31:18 PM by Tangent128

Lake: <Well, that one with the Iron Club doesn't seem very nice...>

That would be lovely, thank you.