Chord: *To Maekrite.* <I know, right?>
Guardé: <Zzz...Ha! Take that, you awful psychological issues! Zzz...>
-To Silent.- "Er...I'll pass, thanks. I don't like the sight of blood."
-Comet, noticing Treeo, goes over to say hi.-
Comet: <Hey there.>
Treeo: *Looks shocked at the sight of Comet." <Oh! Hi...>
Comet: *Tilts head.* <Are you okay? You didn't seem so good yesterday when we got back here.>
Treeo: <Um...I wasn't then, but I'm fine right now. Well, as fine as I can be in a situation like this.>
Comet: *Nods.* <Yeah, that's understandable...>
edited 13th Dec '11 11:22:33 AM by Luke924
Tulip: (notices Treeo) <Oh, hello Treeo, yes! Haven't seen you in a while, yes!>
Odette: (flies over to Guardé, landing on his head) <Hi!> (notices Comet) <Ooh, new friend?>
Artemis: <Well...> (explains the situation to Felis and Sunny) <So, yeah... Someday, these trainers are going to make some therapist very rich.>
My fanficMaekrite -waves a paw to Chord — <Yeah, and to think you guys have to deal with him the entire time...> — walks around idly, then chuckles at Odette landing on Guardé's head — <[-Oh well, one good thing he can do! ^_^>.
To Luke:
"Oh, dislike blood? Don't worry, there are other precious bodily fluids to choose from..." Motions to Juanito and Pedrito to start handing over pillows and covers. Then looking around. "Where are Ichtacya and Algira when I need them? All my mons are leaving me..."
Maekrite — <Algira is on a date. I haven't seen Ichtacya ever since yesterday, but I think she went around to search for Dintel. You'd never see me leaving Silent behind...> — swings horn.
Silent picks up a cover and hands it over to Faith.
"Ms. Faith? For your son. Don't worry, his mons take care of him."
Far from there
Ichtacya is drawing a crude image of a Sandshrew on a wooden post. A Skarmory lands nearby.
Skarmory♀ — <Hey, uhm...> — points to Ichtacya — <Are you the one looking for Sandshrew?>
Ichtacya -nods — <I am yes. You have any news?> — wags tail.
Skarmory♀ — <I don't.> — observes the Leafeon's mood decay a bit — <But don't fear! I heard there is a guy there who knows about Sandshrew!> — points to the east exit of town.
Ichtacya gives her thanks to the Skarmory and walks away.
edited 13th Dec '11 11:34:22 AM by SilentReverence
Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?Felis: <What. Why would he do that?>
Sunny: <I don't know, it sounds like a good idea to me...>
Felis: <No, it's not. Why would he be stupid enough to take in everyone at once? He was just asking for this to happen.>
Mezzery's Room
-Forte walks in the door-
Forte: Hey Every, is Piano still asleep or—
Forte: Uh. Where is everyone?
Butterscotch: <They took her over to another room, I think. The cat picked Sunny up and walked off.>
Forte: Okay...
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.Chord: <Yeah, it downright sucks.> *Sighs.* <Maybe I could convince Luke to box him for a while...>
Guardé: -Smiles in his sleep as Odette lands on his head.* <Zzz...Warm...>
-Looks a bit ill at the mention of other bodily fluids.-
"Er...I'll pass on that one, too."
Stratus: <Ew! Thinking about that is enough to make me almost lose my appetite!>
Treeo: *Notices Tulip and blushes.* <Oh...hi there, Tulip. How are you?>
Comet: <Oh, these are friends of yours?> -Raises a paw to Odette and Tulip.- <Hey there, I'm Comet! Nice to meet you!>
Rascal: *still licking Rex*
Rex: *covered in Flareon drool*
Faith: *accepts the cover* I see... *sighs*
Tulip: <Oh, I'm fine, yes. How about you, yes?> (looks over at Comet) <Oh, nice to meet you, yes! I'm Tulip, yes!>
Odette: (giggles a little at Guardé, before turning her attention back to Comet) <And I'm Odette!>
My fanficMezzery's Room
Shadow: <Something strange is going on...>
Forte: What is it, Shadow?
Shadow: <I can't tell, exactly. Too many jumbled up signals. But it's coming from there.> -points a paw in the direction of Crewe's room-
Forte: You think that's where Piano is?
Shadow: <I think we should take a look.>
Butterscotch: <We'll come with.>
Dreadwing: <Says who?>
Butterscotch: <Well, I want to know what's going on, so I'm coming. You can stay here and be bored if you like.>
Dreadwing: <Fine, then.>
-Forte and the rest of Mezzo's mons follow Shadow's lead-
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.A soot covered figure carefully made his way into Fallarbor town, he was panting heavily and looked exhausted. "Depthcharge, Seaspray... Get this stuff off of me guys.." He tossed out a Corphish and a baby Kyogre whom both soaked him with water to get rid of the soot before returning to him, his red hair now wet and shiny as he lifts off his goggles. "Finally! Now I need to find everyone else!" Parisse had made his way to Fallarbor and was heading to the Pokemon center to heal-up. And to take the time to message Tagg about where he'd been and that Depthcharge was doing fine.
Some distance behind him was a man who looked like him dressed in a suit, next to a girl with green hair and a dress covered n a musical note pattern holding an umbrella above herself and the man. "Well Arcee is appears he's finally made it... Took him long enough. The gym battles were a major distraction, not to mention his delivery jobs..." Arcee giggled and gave her lover a hug. "But Paresse, he'd be boring if he wasn't him~" Paresse sighs. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Live the rebound, welcome to the breakdown!Treeo: *Rubs the back of his head.* <...I've been better, I'll admit.>
Comet: <Well, it's nice to meet you guys. I guess you have a trainer too, then?>
Just Outside of Fallarbor
Ichtacya walks to a random non player character who is minding his own business sitting on a rock and collecting some of the falling ash.
Ichtacya — <Er.... hello there?>
Lady — "Oh, my, what a cute litte gray Pokémon... uhm... you kinda look like an Espeon..."
Ichtacya rolls her eyes and shakes the soot off her.
Ichtacya — <Uhm... have you seen a Sandshrew?>
Lady — "Oh! I see now... a beautiful Leafeon!" Sees Ichtacya smile. "And you want something, little creature?"
Ichtacya — <Er, asking about a Sandshrew.>
Lady — "...?" Tilts her head.
Ichtacya rolls her eyes again, blinks and then lifts the crude Sandshrew artwork.
Ichtacya — <I'm looking for a Sandshrew, see?>
The lady smiles and stands up, then thinks for a moment and speaks.
Lady — "Oh yes, my! See, Sandshrew are Ground-type Pokémon."
...
Ichtacya — <...aaaaaaaand? :3>
Lady -blinks — "Oh. They live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <Oh, really? Do you know where can I find this particular one?>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <Yes, you mentioned that. It's just that we lost this one and I was wondering where could I find him...> — drops head.
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <So I'd go to a desert and...>
Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?GODDAMN DOUBLE-POST!!
edited 13th Dec '11 11:51:01 AM by Bloodmonkey
Live the rebound, welcome to the breakdown!Tulip: (tilts head) <Oh? Did something happen, yes?>
Odette: (nods) <Uh-huh! She's over there.> (gestures towards me with her wing) <And that Espeon next to her is Velvet, one of our teammates!> (gestures towards Artemis and Mira) <And over there are my mothers, Artemis and Mira.> (gestures towards Marionette) <And that's Marionette!>
Marionette: (has accidentally pinned herself to the floor by shoving her nail through her leg, she doesn't seem particularly bothered by this)
Odette: (chuckles) <She's kind of weird.>
My fanficInfernape: >Man, he is really out of it. Not sure why either, he's a heavy sleeper but even he feels Litwick eating his soul after a few minutes...>
Litwick: <Mm, wonder if he's okay...>-Light continues to shine, indicating she's still eating his soul-
Infernape: <You're NOT helping things.>
Litwick: <But I'm hungry....>
edited 13th Dec '11 11:59:58 AM by MichaelDj54
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?Crewe's Room
-Shadow walks into the room, followed by Forte and Mezzo's mons-
Forte: This is just scary...why are they all asleep?
Shadow: <No Obscura in their heads, as far as I can tell...except for that one.> -points a paw at Fool-
Forte: Weird. So what's going on?
Shadow: <Too many signals going around. It's hard to make out, but I think their minds are linked somehow.>
Forte: And that means?
Sunny: <They're off to rescue Crewe and Mezzo!>
Forte: Oh, hi, Sunny.
Felis: <Except that this idiot...> -points at Tagg- <got them stuck.>
Butterscotch: <So now instead of one comatose person, we have a room full of them. Fun.>
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.Just Outside of Fallarbor
Ichtacya — <...the thing is, I'd have to get past that area first with all the Trainers and, well, what do I find after that?>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <Yes, that's it! The [desert]! That's where Trainer mentioned that Dintel was caught...> — hops in joy, shaking some soot off. — <So, I'd have to think of what to do afterwards, because Trainer is busy...>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <Yeah but I can't just go and interrupt...> — paces around — <And who else could I ask for advice? I don't want to [drag] the other mons in the group into this, the thing at the inn seems to be enough of a problem already...>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <...Yeah! I could ask the other Sandshrew there for help! Surely somemon there remembers Dintel...> — pounds — <But that still leaves the issue of how do I get the Trainers there.>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <...I know that. I was wondering if you have any idea.>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya — <...You are not listening to me.> — tilts head. — <Do you feel all right?>
Lady — "Sandshrew live in the desert." Points to the south.
Ichtacya -blinks, sighs — <Look, lemme try just once more...>
Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?Treeo: <Err...> *Sweatdrops.* <...I don't really want to talk about it right now. Sorry.>
-Comet watches Marionette, not bothered by the fact that she's stuck herself with a nail.-
Comet: <Heh. She is a bit.> *Chuckles.*
Chord: <Hmm...> *To Woolly.* <Am I the one who finds it odd that Comet doesn't seemed to be bothered by...well, any of the weird stuff we go through?>
Woolly: <It is a bit odd, I'll admit. I guess she's just used to this kind of thing?>
Chord: <But that would mean that she's been living in a place where strange, things happen all the time! And to be honest, I'm not sure that's even possible.>
Woolly: <You don't know that. It's a big world, anything can happen.>
Chord: <...I guess. Still bugs me though.> *Beat.* <No pun intended.>
Woolly: *Giggles.*
Helios: -To Felis angrily- <Don't call my trainer an idiot!>
Let it go Helios. Though admittedly the idea of attempting a psychic headache is oh so tempting...
-To Silent-
Not really. I suppose I should inform the others about what I'm about to do to them.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.Parisse gets into the Pokemon Center and sends a message to Tagg. <I'm in Fallarbor's Pokemon Center, I'm alright just so you know, I've been busy. Anyway see you there if you're close, if not tell me where to head, later pal> He handed his pokemon to the nurse and took a seat.
Live the rebound, welcome to the breakdown!~-~ Mindscape ~-~
-Time winds back up to speed, Pent? finishes tuning the black rectange hovering at the edge of the town, it now shows a small wooden room-
Pent?: Done.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.What is that?
You cannot firmly grasp the true form of Squidward's technique!Pent?: Porta-portal, only way to get around Terria since the Cracking. At least it's easier than walking around in the mists for those Cracked to get you.
edited 13th Dec '11 1:11:59 PM by Pentigan
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Felis: <Explanation, please.>
Sunny: <Well, if I had to guess, I'd say that whatever sleeping sickness Mezzo had is spreading to the others.>
Felis: <Explanation from someone who knows something, please.>
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.