Jadis: - Notices something on wall - wait, what is that?
Mata Nui: ...waitaminit. - Lifts boulder, puts on switch. A door opens. -
Umbra: Aha! Briliant, Jadis and Mata Nui!
-Jadis blushes-
edited 3rd Jan '12 7:02:11 PM by Umbramatic
Contact Me!Need some help, Pentigan?
Latias: -wonders if she should call Susan-
[Angrily] Ok, we're gonna find these jerks and make them pay.
-Calls out Swampert, Swellow, and Mightyena-
Most of the problem is that most of the time I spend on the computer is playing Skyrim. And when I do that it occasionally causes my computer to turn itself off.
-Has been avoiding anything to do with the group until this whole problem sorts itself out-
-Whether that would actually help is debatable, it might even be hampering it-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.:\ Bluh. That sucks.
Latias: -decides that she misses her girlfriend. Long distance is hard. So she dials Susan's number-
-Notices some ringing, looks over at Susan-
Susan: It's my phone.
<Which is...?>
Susan: ~Sigh~ Left wrist.
-Fishes around in the wrist fluff and pulls out the phone, which I hand to Susan-
Susan: -Hands the phone back to me- You've got to answer it, your voice coming through my phone would seem weird.
<Oh... Right.>
-Answers-
<Hello?>
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Latias: <Hey, babe! How are you?>
-Continues onward. Eventually, we reach a large wooden door, with a shag carpet for "visitors" to wipe their feet on. A red carpet, looking suspiciously similar to Infernape fur.
'Kratos: -Investigates-. <No trace of Auric energy. This is fake fur.>
Thank Arceus for that.
-Gamer opens the door to find a large, spacious living room, filled with furniture and bookcases. Near the back of the room is a large stone throne. It is empty, but there are drag marks behind it, suggesting that it can be moved.
For phycopathic, manipulative bastards they have good taste in houses. Not as good as DS or Mom, though.
"USE YOUR WORDS NOT THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE" ''memyselfand I 2"<Babe? Oh, right.>
-Glances at Susan-
<I'm fine.>
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Latias: <Good to hear it! What adventure have you landed yourself in the middle of now?> -teasingly-
-Susan is writing some responses for me to read out-
<Personally, nothing much. Pent had some sort of mind thingy recently but I wasn't involved.>
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Latias: <Ooh, do tell!>
That throne looks like it's been moved. It's probably a secret entranceway or something.
-Attempts to move the throne, to no avail-
Huff, huff. Swampert, try using Strength, then let's both push
Swampert:<Ok, Jeff>
-Swampert uses strength and pushes the throne out of the way-
-Begins explaining the events of the mindscape arc, taking care to try and make it sound like a retelling of what I would have told Susan-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Latias: -listens- <Wow, sounds like they had quite the problem to overcome. What were you doing during it?>
Fortree City
Wandering back into town, Rex looked around for any sign of the rest of the J-Team. Not noticing anyone immediately, he continued forward, his Pokemon following along behind him.
Rex: I should probably check on Spathi and see how he's doing. But first, I need to find out who I should box for Claudia...
Kim: Hey, Rex!
Rex: Oh?
Looking to his right, Rex noticing Kim approaching, blinking at her appearance.
Rex: Why are you covered in snow?
Kim: Well...Mezzo's little brother's Glaceon started a Team Glacier and wants to cover the world in snow.
Rex: ...And Forte says that we're weird. :|
Kim: We also met some Team Magma people.
Rascal: <Sounds like an upstanding group.>
Kim smiled at him as Glaze, Clover, and Aqua wandered over as well, finally managing to catch up to the energetic Ranger.
Kim: So, what are you all up to?
Rex: Well, I was trying to figure out who I should box. Claudia wanted to visit the Weather Institute, and I have a full team AND a little baby Pokemon to take care of.
Kim: Hmm...I have an idea. Why not give Rascal to me for a while? That way, he can be around and you can have a free space.
Rex: Oh...that's a good idea. What do you think, Rascal?
Rascal: <It's fine with me. It means I get to spend more time with my children~>
Aqua: <Yay!>
Rex: Great! So, let's head to the Center and make the withdrawal in your name.
Both teams proceeded to the Pokemon Center, preparing to do just that.
Goldenrod City: Rex's House
Faith had adjusted back to her life fairly simply, making a small dinner for herself and her Pokemon in the kitchen. The creatures in question loitered around the living room, chatting amongst themselves or preoccupying their time with other things.
Near the Stairs
Fang: <...and then he said I was a top-tier Raticate!>
Joe: <Good for you! Maybe we could train together sometime and see how strong you are?>
Fang: <Do I get treats if I win?>
On the Couch in front of the Television
Breezy: <Teehee. Silly ponies~>
On the Carpet
Dash: <Zzz...>
Orchid: <Zzz...you will make a noble steed one day, Dash-roo. Zzz...>
Route 121
Phoebe smiled in satisfaction, noting that she wasn't too far off from her destination. From the grassy hill she was on at the moment, she could see Mt. Pyre looming in the distance. Most people might say she was crazy, but she missed the chilling winds of the mountain, the pea-soup thick fog, and the hoards of ghosts that traversed the summit. She'd spent the better part of her childhood getting familiar with them, after all.
She continued along her way, humming a little tune to herself. She noticed the brush near her begin to rustle, not breaking her stride at all. It wasn't until the Mightyena leapt in front of her that she halted her pace, regarding the Pokemon with curiosity.
The wolf Pokemon bared its fang, leering at her with its blazing red eyes. It let out a loud bark, warning the Elite that she was trespassing on its domain, lowering into a crouch and preparing to attack.
To its surprise, Phoebe merely smiled. She stayed where she was, her eyes locked onto its. The Mightyena glared at her fiercely, presuming that she was trying to stare it down. However, Phoebe made no attempt to do so, staying rooted firmly where she was.
Phoebe: Oh, surely you don't want to bother with little old me. I'm harmless.
The Mightyena seemed hardly convinced by her words, letting out another bark. Phoebe's expression changed slightly, her smile waning into a small frown. Her eyes flickered slightly, a ghostly blue wafting into them. The Mightyena blinked at the sudden change, the hackles on its neck starting to rise.
Phoebe: Now... won't you kindly let me pass?
Mightyena: <...>
Wordlessly, the Mightyena stepped out of her path, the girl's smile returning moments later.
Phoebe: Thank you.
She continued past it, resuming her little song, as she strode off towards a nearby pier. The Mightyena watched her go, shuddering slightly before returning into the bush.
Goldenrod City: Daycare
Lyra: Haha! I finally showed up in a post again! Now, to do something cool before this message is sen-
-Looks over at Susan-
Susan: -Shrugs-
<I was recalled at the time, so it was pretty much just relaxing...>
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.-After the throne is dragged away, a hole is revealed, and the group goes through it.
-Inside of it, there's a room exactly like the last one. Except this room is not empty. There are about a half dozen Smeargle in there, with Meme sitting at the head of a large dining table. He does not yet speak, motioning with his hands for us to sit down and eat.
edited 3rd Jan '12 7:30:57 PM by gamerex27
"USE YOUR WORDS NOT THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE" ''memyselfand I 2"Latias: <Thinking about me?> -winks-
Spathi: <Er...sure, I'll be sure to ask about that.>
-Susan is blushing, it's a rather odd effect-
-I decide to try and sound like I'm blushing as well-
<... Yes...>
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Salamence: <Cool!>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.-Telepathically-
I smell a Rattata, keep your guards up.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.Latias: -giggles- <You're so cute when you blush.> -turns serious for a moment- <Hey, did Pentigan ever work things out with Daisy?>
Bleh, sorry guys, haven't had any time to post and my plot at this point is going nowhere.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.