-Hears the singing and falls asleep while inside one of the cars-
September: <Sing? Uh oh...>
-Starts falling asleep-
September <Sleepy....But I can't.... The singing...Wait, That's It!>
-Buzzes his wings as fast as he can, creating a loud singing noise-
-Flies after the car with Star in it-
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Chatot: (somewhat surprised, still speaking in Elesa's voice) Oh, he drowned out my singing!
Zoroark: (still covering her ears) <What?>
-The car opens up to let the passenger out, and September swoops down and Grabs Star, flying for the exit-
Violet City
-The Xatu stands on top of the Pokémon Center, examining young trainers as they come and go-
Xatu (annoyed, as full minutes pass between every saying)) — <Chikorita... Cyndaquil... Totodile... Sentret... Furret... Ledyba... Spinarak... Chinchou...> — sighs, looks at his shadow to measure the time — <oh my... oh well. Natu... Chikorita... Mareep... Azurill... Hoppip...> — hours pass — <Aipom... Totodile... some idiot who chose Sunkern... Wooper... Chikorita... Gligar, naïve kid with a Rattata... Snubbull... oh! a Qwilfish!> — hoots and blinks, surprise lasts short — <Chikorita... Spinarak... Teddiursa...>
Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?-In a back alley-
<Mundane!Honchkrow: "We've been accepting jobs for two years. As for who's giving them, I haven't the slightest clue. The other bosses and I meet some agent every so often to get assignments and divide them up amongst ourselves...">
<Leana: "... But why? And why are they important enough to threaten random Pokemon and people with death? I thought that we tried to avoid causing things like that...">
<Mundane!Honchkrow: "The humans started backing off from us shortly after we started getting assignments, and even if they did try to interfere again, we'd be able to dispose of most of them. One of the 'krows that you see here is likely tougher than most Pokemon with humans around here. As for why we do these jobs... How do you think that we became so tough?">
<Mundane!Murkrow #2: "Well that and we get a ton of loot for each job...">
<Vlad: "... I really don't like where this is going...">
<Shaun: "Same here.">
Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985Chatot: (still in Elesa's voice) Oh, they're getting away!
Zoroark: (still covering her ears) <What?> (sees that they are getting away) <Oh no, what to do...?> (remembers something) <... Oh, what an idiot I am!>
- Zoroark goes over to change the path of the other rollercoaster cart over on her side of the gym -
Chatot: (to Zoroark, still in Elesa's voice) ... Yeah, it might be a little too late for that.
He's right, these Murkrow are comparable to Gym Leader Pokemon in terms of power.
Torchic: -Has been hiding behind me with Victini this whole time- <These Murkrow are scary.>
So, what kind of Pokemon is this agent anyway?
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.-September makes it to the exit but can't fit through the door-
September: <What do I do now? Got it.>
-Hyper beams a hole in the Ceiling-
September:<Sorry for the Property damage!> -Flies out-
-The Every sees The Hyper Beam blasT a hole in The ceiling-
What the—
-The Every sees SepTember flying ouT-
A Flygon?
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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.-To Tagg-
<Mundane!Honchkrow: "It varies, but most of the time it's some deformed Ninetails.">
<Mundane!Murkrow #4: "Yeah, we've also gotten a few jobs from some bug too. Not a local one either...">
<Mundane!Murkrow #6: "We're not fully sure, but the two seem to know each other...">
"... How on earth do Pokemon get these sort of re- Wait... But... That's impossible!"
<Vesta: "... No...">
<Kammy: "... But they're all the way across the sea! How on earth could they be influencing anything here?!">
<Nadia: "... I'm lost here, what's going on?">
<Toothless: "... I think that we might have stumbled onto something really complicated...">
Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985- Zoroark manages to reach the gym's entrance, only to stop in her tracks as September blasts his way out through the roof -
Zoroark: <...>
Chatot: (flies over to Zoroark, still in Elesa's voice) ... Maybe no one noticed?
Zoroark: (sighs) <... We're doomed.>
Deformed Ninetales? Probably a Zoroark, if not some vulpine mon from some other region that I haven't read about yet. The resources definitely point to Scolipede and Artemis. Excellent plan I have to admit, they're definitely not making the sort of mistake other empires have done in the past.
Ingenious.
Garchomp: <To think their reach extends this far...that's really scary.>
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.-The Every blinks, and decides To invesTigaTe-
-The Every opens The door and sees The Zoroark and ChaToT-
What the—
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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Chatot: (still in Elesa's voice) Well, this... this is bad.
Zoroark: <You can stop speaking in that voice now, you know.>
Chatot: (still in Elesa's voice) Well, I've been speaking in this voice for quite a while, so I've kind of gotten used to it.
Zoroark: (sighs) <Well, only one thing to do now.>
Chatot: (still Elesa's voice) And that is?
Zoroark: <This.> (grabs Chatot, throws her at Every's face and quickly runs out through the door while Every is distracted)
-Near the Village Bridge, the two are devising a plan to mess with the government.-
Weavile: You're sure about this, right? We can't just waltz up to them and say, "Hey, we're going to own you."
No. Being less obvious makes it more fun.
Weavile: What would you call "less obvious"?
Maybe we can pretend we want to join them...
Weavile:...and then we rob the base. I got it. Let's be quiet, though, Big Brother Is Watching and could probably screw us over at any minute.
Got it. But they're not here...so we just have to look!
-they continue onto Route 12-
I'm alive and less annoying than ever before.-Drake Palmer wakes, gets dressed and heads down to the organ-
Drake: <... It's not going to work Altair...>
Altair: <You have to try.>
Drake: <Why? These songs never work. I might as well just yell out "Hey! Mother Draconis! WAKE UP!"...>
-No response-
Drake: <And even then it won't work...>
Altair: ~Sigh~ <How about we go down to the cavern...>
Drake: <I don't really think I want to->
Altair: <Come on, we might as well walk through the caverns for the exercise, you haven't been out of the tower for days. And I hear that the shinefinders have got another batch they're bringing in today.>
Drake: -Eyes light up a little at the idea of what the shinefinders may have brought back- <Okay.> -Heads off to the caverns-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.-Listening to Tagg's comments-
<Shaun: "... What on earth is going on?">
<Vlad: "Yeah, who are you talking about?">
-To Tagg-
<Mundane!Honchkrow: "... Wait, you know who these agents are working for?">
"But... How? How is this possible?"
-Finally noticing Tagg's Victini and Torchic-
<Mundane!Murkrow #9: "Also, what happened to your Torchic, and what is that white Pokemon?">
Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985Erk! -The Every leTs ouT a cry as The ChaToT hiTs him in The face, buT afTer The iniTial shock, he spins around To hiT The ChaToT wiTh his backpack before running afTer The Zoroark-
Get back here!
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Chatot: (stumbling around dazed, still speaking in Elesa's voice) Urgh... Sorry I failed... Please don't eat me... (collapses)
- Meanwhile, a short distance away -
Zoroark: (running, glancing over her shoulder to see Every following) <Well, this certainly isn't going to attract a lot of attention...> (runs faster)
Xatu (seeing some children crying) — <Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Chikorita... Cyndaquil...>
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Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?-Helen is riding on her way to Goldenrod, Ashes perched on the saddle in front of her, front paws on Epona's neck, and Hermes and sitting on her flank-
Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!-The Every conTinues his pursuiT of The Zoroark, buT begins To lose ground-
Dammit...can't keep up with that thing....
-Suddenly...-
Whirl: <Prepare yourself!>
-The Whirl leaps off a nearby building, plummeTing down Towards The Zoroark-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.-To Mudane!Murkrow #9-
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
-Starts pacing in the middle of the alleyway-
So this is how Scolipede and Artemis, excuse me Liepard exert their control outside of Unova, through proxies like you and the other Murkrow gangs of Celadon. It would make sense that they'd want more but not overextend themselves in the process.
Musashi: -Is explaining to Vlad and Shaun about Scolemis' takeover of Unova- <It's horrible back home right now, they've taken over almost everything.>
Audilith: <Sure, I like my home region, but I'd rather be here in Kanto at the moment.>
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Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.Zoroark: (glances over her shoulder) <I think I'm getting away...> (sees something falling towards her) <Oh, come on!> (tries to dodge it)
- The commotion appears to have drawn the attention of Sawk, who is still on patrol, and the two Delibird who were on their way back to the Battle Subway with the berries they had gotten from various houses. The three of them begin moving over to the area to investigate -
-Sol is currently in her Study, she slams a knife down into her map of Unova-
CONFOUND IT ALL!
-Sol is starting to lose it-
FIRST THE PATROL IN PINWHEEL FAILED ME AGAIN, AND NOW THERE ARE REPORTS OF THE DRIFVEIL SQUAD BEING BEATEN BY SOME NOBODIES! DAMN IT ALL!
-Sol starts pacing around the room-
AND WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT AMATUER FROM BLACK CITY IS PROBABLY PUTTING THE BLAME ON ME WHEN IT WAS HER JOB TO COMMAND THE UNIT.
-Sol sit back down and buries her face in her hands-
If worst comes to worst then I will have to take the Forest myself and not leave it in the hands of an idiot!
-Napoleon comes in-
<Napoleon>: <Are you done yet?>
-Sol sighs-
Yes Napoleon...
I'm having to learn to pay the price