ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Treasure Town

-Marmalade pats Xakk nervously-

Elsewhere

-Every shrugs-

Mix: -nuzzles Asphodel-

Lake Afar, Floor B23

Team Wally, in all the free time they've had, decided to do what any gamer would do if left to his own resources. Grind like no tomorrow. Today, their exploits have landed them in Lake Afar, a Dungeon at the extent of the southern peninsula of the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon world. At this moment in time, Wally has been cornered by a couple of Croconaw after being unfortunately teleported to a different part of the floor by a Warp Tile. Artesia's Narrator, in an attempt to help, is the closest to him. Casval and Artesia are isolated elsewhere, though probably to the dismay of neither.

Wally: "I'm a whole lot stronger now, so taste my Gear Grind!"

As he charges up, the gang of Croconaw cringe. Unexpectedly, Nothing happens.

Wally: "..."

Wild_Croconaws: "..."

Wally: "Taste my Gear Grind!"

Once again, the Croconaw cringe as nothing happens.

Wally: "I'm sorry, I think I ran out of PP, could we do this another time?"

Wild_Croconaws: "Grrr...."

In that time, Artesia's Narrator has closed the gap between him and Wally.

Wally: "Nice timing! Mr. Other Narrator, could you toss me a Leppa Berry?!"

Artesia's Narrator: Leppa? Gimme a sec!

The Narrator digs through the team's pouch.

Artesia's Narrator: Ehehehe...It looks like we're out of Leppa Berries.

Wally: "A Max Elixer then!"

More digging.

Artesia's Narrator: Umm...none.

Wally: "How about just an Elixer?"

Whilst this exchange is going on, the Croconaw have decided to ditch them out of pity. How this duo even got this far is a mystery.

edited 28th Jul '12 2:41:39 PM by Pikaninja7

Treasure Town

Xakk: -flies around-

Elsewhere

Asphodel: -wakes up slowly, blinking- <Hi, Mix...>

<He knows not to do something really bad.>

Husk: <No, he doesn't.>

<Come on. Even if he doesn't, what could possibly go—>

Asphodel: -ears perk up suddenly- <NO!> -tackles Onion before he can finish speaking-

Treasure Town

-Mix also tackles-

Bluescale

Eskay: <Bubble sculptures... That's new.>

Skye flies up to try and get Zoltan off the Lord Pleo statue

Skye: <This really isn't a good place for you to be. Especially this sculpture, being devoted to a legendary. So can you please get down from here?>

Treasure Town

<Ow! What was that?>

Asphodel: <You were going to say it!>

Mix: <Yeah!>

<Okay... please let me get up?>

Asphodel: <No.> -curls up to resume sleeping-

Mix: -curls up with Asphodel-

<...>

Psyche blinks at the events of the last few days. "Er... What's been happening?"

Zoltan gives Skye a sad look.

Zoltan: <Aww, do I have to? I can see so far from up here! Everymon down there is so small...ooh, like Teala! Hi Teala!>

The Areodactyl waves a wing, Teala waving back somewhat nervously.

Teala: <Couldn't somemon who isn't sharp have done this?> ._.

Boneyard Fortress - Angela-B

<Gabriel: "Yeah, and...? I mean, they're not exactly common, though from what I've heard, they eat this small stuff right up.">

<(?): "Pah. That's preposterous! The toxic fumes must be getting to your head!">

<Lardna: "... Aren't they all kinda... Dead?">

<Gabriel: "Maybe wherever you're from, but not here. They're not exactly common, but they're around. A lot of them live in steel caves for some reason.">

<Pepper: "Eh? Why?">

<Gabriel: "Supposedly it's what let 'em get past the dragons. And it seems someone might have a score to settle with them. Word is that someone down south's been hunting 'em.">

<Eir: "... How do you know this?">

<Gabriel: "In this business, you know some people, who know some people who do all sorts of things. You could say I heard it through the Grepa bush.">

<Lardna: "Weren't humans turned into mons by some sort of bomb though? How could the ones in the steel caves have avoided that? Wait... They're shelters of some sort?">

<Gabriel: "They're supposed to be called 'Vaults'. I haven't exactly heard good things about most of them. There's supposed to be a Vault 21 that gets good press somewhere up in the northeast. Not that most mons would want to take their chances with raiders and ferals in the desert. Apparently they play a lot of games there.">

<Andre: "... Fighting games?">

<Gabriel: "So are you going to buy something or what?">

<Lardna: "Er... We're kinda short on bottlecaps... So...">

<Pepper: "Wait, do you not get visitors here often or something?">

<Gabriel: "Hardly. This place isn't very accessible with a nest of those damn Deathclaws right outside our factory.">

<Maurice: "Oh great, way to remind me...">

<Bottles: "You guys seem more than able to handle a few Kecleon. Why wouldn't you be able to just kick them out?">

<Gabriel: "We've gone over there and taken out a few, but they always seem to come back. Besides, we're machinists, not fighters.">

<Andre: "Eh?">

<Gabriel: "We manufacture gear here. Armor, weapons, ammo... We've been at this for the last 30 years. But the last 10 have been hell.">

<Lardna: "And why's that?">

<Gabriel: "We've stripped the area surrounding our factory of all the scrap metals that were left after the invasion. Now we have to rely on Adytum to supply us with raw materials.">

<Eir: "Adytum?">

<Gabriel: "It's a settlement here in the Boneyard.">

<Eir: "Ah.">

<Gabriel: "At first it was fine. They supplied us with raw materials, we manufactured and sold the weapons. Then 3 years ago, their mayor, Zimmerman hired some mercenaries to help protect Adytum from the deathclaw and the odd random attack by raiders. Those Regulators are cold hearted bastards and are squeezing us for all we have. We make the gear and they get rich off of it.">

<Moogle: "'Regulators'?">

<Gabriel: "Bunch of thugs who pretend that they're keeping up law and order here in the Boneyard.">

<Lardna: "So why not vote with your feet and just move?">

<Gabriel: "We would if we could. But moving is a major undertaking with all the lathes and mills. These are things that aren't just picked up easily moved. We could move but the deathclaw make it impossible.">

<Moogle: "Oh! We have a-">

-Clamping Moogle's mouth shut with a vine-

<Pepper: "Shush!">

<(?): "Hey! Show respect to your superior, you overgrown flowe- ACK!">

-And is Vine Whipped-

<Pepper: "If you weren't out of your mind at the moment, that would have been harder...">

<(?): "Rrr... Don't think that I'm not going to remember that!">

<Lardna: "So wait... If we managed to get the Kecleon to move... You'd be able to leave?">

<Gabriel: "If you could get rid of the Deathclaws once and for all you could name your price.">

Treasure Town

-Mix nuzzles Onion and purrs-

Bluescale

Eskay: <~We're here at Bluescale, which is apparently a place where Skye met and fangirled over Lake for the first time. Apparently Lake's alternate self founded the place, too.~>

He gives her a concerned look

Eskay: <~Are you feeling all right? You've been kind of... distant... the last few days...~>

Meanwhile, Diane flies up to Zoltan

Diane: <Yeah, you kind of do have to get down from there...>

Skye: <Sorry, but we don't want this sculpture to burst... That wouldn't make anybody very happy...>

She flies back a bit to keep her distance from the sculpture. Sharp wings aren't exactly the best around bubbles.

Treasure Town

-Onion pets Mix with some difficulty-

Psyche blinks and shakes her head. ~Yeah, I don't know, it's just been kinda hectic for me the last couple of days. I'll go into autopilot some days when that happens.~

Treasure Town

-Mix purrs-

Bluescale

Eskay: <~...All right... I can't help but worry a bit for you, though...~>

Psyche huggles Eskay ~It just happens a lot when everything is really hectic. It's a defense mechanism so I don't just collapse from exhaustion. I'm fine. I'm sorry I worried you.~

Treasure Town

Butterscotch: <You sure that's safe?>

-Mezzo is starting to wake up-

Treasure Town, elsewhere

Fortis tells Roc what she knows about the shards.

Treasure Town

Mix: <Of course! :3>

Zoltan: <Aww, okay...>

With a flap of his wings, Zoltan jumps off the sculpture...but ends up accidentally popping one of the eye spikes on the Lugia's head.

<OH! Oopsie...>

Teala: <...Oh no...>

Meanwhile, a certain Dragonite and Feraligatr are trying to work out what the only painting in the gallery is trying to depict.

Stratus: <What do you think?>

Luke tilts his head, squinting hard at the mess of brown spots.

Luke: <I think...I think it's a whole bunch of browny blotches.>

One of the gallery attendants, a Quagsire (not the same one Luke tried to eat the other day), let's out a chuckle.

Quagsire: <It's not just a bunch of brown splotches! What you see here is the first painting from the first artist in Bluescale; Lazuli the Feraligatr!>

Stratus: <Oh?>

Quagsire: <Yes, this was his first painting! It's a priceless piece that many would pay thousands for!>

Luke: <Well, that's all very well and good...but what is it a picture of?>

The Quagsire gives the two an Mareepish look.

Quagsire: <Er...well, we don't actually know. Apparenttly, after she finished it, she stumbles and dropped the it into the swamp...>

Stratus: <...Oh.>

Luke: <So that's why it looks like some brown splotches...>

Stratus: <Does anymon know what it was supposed to be?>

The Quagsire simply shrugs.

Quagsire: <No, but legend says it was truly a magnificent piece. A true work of art!>

Luke: <...We'll have to take your word on that one.>

Treasure Town

Asphodel: <Yep.>

Treasure Town

Mix: <:3>

Bluescale

Eskay huggles back

Eskay: <~It's all right, I tend to worry too much about stuff anyway.~>

Meanwhile, Diane and Skye watch as Zoltan accidentally pops a part of the Pleo sculpture. Instead of getting incredibly frustrated at Zoltan like some mons would, they merely sigh loudly.

Skye: <Just... try to stay away from the rest of the sculptures... Hopefully somemon will come over to fix it after we're out of sight...>

Psyche sighs. "Great... Let's get out of here."

Zoltan: <Oh...okay then!>

The Aerodactyl glides down to Teala, who sighs with relief.

Teala: <Promise me you won't go near any more of the sculptures, okay? The last thing we need is to get a whole bunch of Feraligatr and Salamence angry with us...>>

The Aerodactyl tilts his head.

Zoltan: <But then what am I supposed to perch on?>

Meanwhile, Lake and Nadia are still discussing Bluescale lore with the Swampert.

Lake: <Okay, so that's how M-, Er, Lake learned Bubble Shield. But what about everymon else? Was it something that he passed down?>

The Swampert nods.

Swampert: <Yup! Shortly after he met with Suicune, Lake came to what would become Bluescale and taught the Feraligatr there how to use the move as well! It was just the boon the Feraligatr needed to drive those jerk dragons out of Johto for good!

Since then, it's been passed down from generation to generation, becoming a common move amongst most of the water types around here. We still get a lot of good use of it, as you can see.>

Nadia: <And that's how Suicune managed to get a whole town as obsessed with bubbles as she was.>

Lake: <I'm sure that wasn't her intention...>

Junktown, PMD-B

-While walking inside a store we notice some mons wearing scarves with human skull patterns on them not too far away-

Muddy: <Who are those guys?>

<They look like trouble.>

???: <Welcome to Junktown, strangers. What can I help you with?>

-The figure appears to be a Bisharp-

Draca: <How about telling us a bit about this town? Who are you anyway?>

Bisharp: <The name's Killian, Killian Darkwater. I'm the mayor of this fine town. Who might you be?>

<We're just a bunch of travelers.>

Vault Dweller: Er, I come from up north.

Killian: <Up north? Not much 'cept desert and Shady Sands. Are you guys from there?>

<We're from far away, but this human here with us is from a Vault.>

Killian: -Starts laughing-

Helios: -Not amused- <Hey, what's so funny?>

Pica: <Yeah, you rusty piece of metal.>

Killian: -Still laughing- <Oh yeah, sure he does. And when he was a baby, his crib was a safe.>

Vault Dweller: -Annoyed- No, no. It's called a Vault. It protected us from the war. It's been full of people for 600 years!

Killian: -Shrugs- <It's not the craziest story I've heard, I must admit. Anything else?>

Cobalt: <Who founded this place?>

Killian: <My grandfather did, he was a human soldier before the bombs hit. Afterwards he made Junktown since he found himself without any allegiances. Felt that instead of living in the ruins of the old we ought to make something new.>

<What's near here?>

Killian: <{From outside, we've had the occasional to-do with the Khans. But they've been pretty quiet lately. Inside, trouble's been from the Skulz, those guys outside. And I hear of some strange things happening down by the Hub, but they haven't affected us yet, knock on my mother-in-law's head.>

Ana: <What about the Hub?>

Killian: <The Hub's a trading center, whatever you couldn't find here you'll probably find there. To be more exact, there's some rumors coming up from the Hub. Caravansdisappearing, people being butchered, even some talk of big green monsters who eat human and mon flesh. All sorts of weird stuff. Necropolis is further south...but don't go over there, place is like death and the climate's bad all the time if you know what I mean.>

<We'll have to check that out sometime.>

Bohr: <What about in town?>

Killian: <Oh, we got tons to do. The Skum Pitt's on the east side, by the entrance. Great drinkin' place. Gizmo's is near there. And if you're hurtin', Doc Morbid's your man.>

Pica: <That hardly sounds like much.>

Killian: <If that's too fast for you, you're free to go elsewhere.>

<I think we'll head over to the Skum Pitt for a bit.>

Killian: <Fair warning, but the bartender Neal, he takes shit from nobody. Not even from the few Raiders who come here.>

Muddy: <We'll keep that in mind.>