ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

-Notices Fool-

Hey Fool.

-Hands her the other GS Ball-

This was the other one.

-Points to Victini-

That's what I got.

Random Bystander: -Notices my accent- Oh, you're not from around here are you?

-Points at one of the symbols-

That's the symbol of Pokefutures, Inc. They're like, the hottest thing in Angela right now. They've done so much for the region in terms of R&D.

Past!Tagg: Hmm, really?

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Looks at the symbol-

Oh, not the same... Thought for a moment that it might have been the symbol on the mysterious roommate's luggage...

-Somewhere on my belt, Ur stirs in her ball-

edited 23rd Jul '11 5:46:48 PM by Pentigan

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-is hanging out in Solaceon Town, having stored all my 'moms but Electivire and Weavile, and is tossing Hecate's Ultra Ball from hand to hand, wondering where the others are and how I've managed to zone out for so long-

Victory! Honor! Destiny! Mutton!

Oh hey Tagg

-Is handed the GS Ball-

So this is our second prize! I wonder what's in mine!

-Looks over to the Victini and blanks out for a moment-

-Claudandus looks up to Kessie-

Claudandus: I miss Phantom...

edited 23rd Jul '11 5:48:28 PM by PippingFool

I'm having to learn to pay the price

In the Past

-I take Dintel, one of my (then) new Pokémon, out of his Pokéball, and give him a tourist cap-

Past!Silent — Come, climb up! — Dintel growls*

and does so — Now, just look cute at everyone.

-watching Tagg-

— Wonder what did he manage to find out...

-In the Present-

— We were quite surprised when we found out how this entire place worked...

edited 23rd Jul '11 5:53:03 PM by SilentReverence

Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?

Kessie: <Awww... Kessie cheer up Claudandus! Claudandus Kessie's friend!>

What's in the ball, Fool?

Claudandus: That's very sincere of you Kessie.

-Fool places Claudandus and tosses around the GS Ball in her hand-

I'll find out. Just not now.

I won't be on for very long and we're going to be at the hospital for 30 Minutes~. So brb

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Bye, love. Hope your nan gets better.

-On the roof of the Game Corner-

<Random!Murkrow #5: "Technically, it's closer to 250...">

<Mafia!Murkrow #3: "You're not helping!">

<Mafia!Murkrow #1: "Look, either we have 'dis boid as our boss and try to fight the other 4 top murders off. Or argue about which one of us gets to be 'da boss and get muscled out by one of 'dem bit players in the meantime. Which one do ya guys want?">

<Random!Murkrow #6: "Having to toady up to one of 'dose losers? Oh Arceus, no...">

<Random!Murkrow #7: "Count us in. Besides, 'da new boss has got friends, right? I mean, just look at 'is girlfriend 'dere!">

<Random!Murkrow #8: "'Dat's his girlfriend? But she's not a boid!">

________________

-On the roof of the Department Store-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Please... Do you want to know why he never became my avtoritet?">

<Mundane!Honchkrow: "... We're listening...">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "He's too soft!">

<Yakuza!Honchkrow: "...">

<Triad!Honchkrow: "... That's a joke... Dui bu dui?">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Nyet! He's too afraid to do anything that would put his bratya i sestry in harm's way! How else do you think I've been able to keep him in line since he left with his human?">

<Yakuza!Honchkrow: "He's still a threat... And one threat is already too many...">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "If it will shut you trusy up... What if I arranged for him to keep himself occupied with one of the gopniki?">

<Mundane!Honchkrow: "Ugh... Speak normal!">

<Triad!Honchkrow: "... Keep going...">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "One of the gopniki stumbled on the warehouse moya bratva has. He apparently has a bit of a nedovolstvo against my more experienced bratok...">

<Yakuza!Honchkrow: "And?">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Simple, I play the gopnik, and let him and my bratok fight it out.">

<Mundane!Honchkrow: "Assuming that that works... I approve...">

<Yakuza!Honchkrow: "Hai... It would allow us to focus on the one who disposed of the Game Corner murder's oyabun...">

<Triad!Honchkrow: "And what do we do if another baofa hu comes between then?">

<Mundane!Honchkrow: "We dispose of them first... Let's see them fight off one of our murders...">

-Others murmur in agreement-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "We're done, da?">

<Yakuza!Honchkrow: "If you wish to leave, we'll survive without you...">

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Spasibo."> *

-Flies off with Avtoritet!Murkrow-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "... I need you to play along with something...">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "Da? Chto eto takoe?"> *

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Vy budete znat, kogda eto proizoidet. Pomnite, chto eto tryuk."> *

-Continues flying southward-

edited 24th Jul '11 12:50:48 AM by TracerBullet

Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985

Past!Tangent: So wait, what does Pokéfutures... do?

Another passerby: What don't they do? They manufacture all kinds of technology, and they do it with the help of Pokémon! They say they're going to revolutionize the world, and have us see Pokémon as something besides battle partners.

Past!Tangent: Hmm... if that's so... who here, then, is bankrolling such well-funded poachers?

Present!Tangent: I'm sure you can guess who it was already at this point.

edited 23rd Jul '11 5:56:54 PM by Tangent128

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

-Finishes checking out and sits down to try to figure out how the device to get Zero's voice back works, which I got offscreen-

Zero: ...

edited 23rd Jul '11 5:59:11 PM by strawberryflavored

I think so...

"Salamence": <Ooh! Ooh! I know!>

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Woolly: -Slightly offended.- <Hey...>

Unite: <Ignore him, Woolly. Well, you're right. I do have friends. Whether they'll want to get involved in this whole thing ins an entirely different matter. They didn't really come here to fight in a gang war, ya' know.>

Woolly: <I'll help, though! I can zap 'em all out of the sky for ya'!>

Unite: <That's my girl.>

I've got a pretty good idea.

Is anyone else getting a vibe of these poachers and the corporation funding them as a sorta anti-Team Plasma?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-thinks about it for a second, then nods, keeping quiet as usual-

-On the Game Corner roof-

<Random!Murkrow #8: "I like 'da way she talks!">

<Mafia!Murkrow #2: "Yeah, with a boss like 'dis, 'dose jerks won't know what hit 'em!">

________________

-Flying back to industrial sectors-

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "Look! It's the gopnik that the slabak was talking about!">

-Notices Crowley and his five minions in an alleyway-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Da... Let's pay him a visit... Remember... Act offended.">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "Offended? What are yo-">

-The two land in the alleyway, in view of Crowley and his minions-

-To Crowley-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Hmm hmm hmm... Privet...">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "... Wait... Why are you interested in this gopnik?">

edited 23rd Jul '11 6:07:33 PM by TracerBullet

Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985

Hope your grandmother feels better Fool.

So as you can obviously tell, these guys were the source of our troubles. We won't bore you with the investigation and just cut to the chase.

Pokefutures, Inc. HQ

Past!Tagg: So this is the place.

edited 23rd Jul '11 6:10:49 PM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

All you need is a grainy greyscale filter for this memory.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Unite: <Yeah, by the end of the day, we're gonna' own this whole town!>

Woolly: <YAAAAAY!!!>

---

Crowley: -Looks up from another of Bill's bad drawings.- <Eh? Who are...>

-At the sight of Mafiya!Honchkrow, Crowley's eyes go wide, his beak falling a-gape.-

Crowley: <Holy Miltank...Look at 'er...>

Bill: <What's wrong with da' boss?>

Conrad: <Oh, Arceus, I think he's in love...>

-Crowley straightens his "hat", trying to look presentable.-

Crowley: <Hello, my lady. What can me and my Krows do for you?>

edited 23rd Jul '11 6:12:51 PM by Luke924

-Thinking-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Eto slishkom prosto..."> *

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Hmm hmm hmm... So you were the one who paid us a visit earlier today... I didn't have a pleasure of meeting you for myself, da?">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: " Chto vy delaete? "> *

Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985

Crowley: <Oh, 'dat was your place?> -Looks embarrassed.- <I do apologies for dat' disturbanced we caused earlier. One of my gang didn't look where 'e was going and crashed through your window. We were afraid ya' krows might hurt him, so we got in and out again as quick as we could. Sorry if it seemed like we were bein' rude, we were all sorta' shocked at da' time.>

Bill: <But I thought we went in der' to->

-Woodstock clamps Bill's beak shut with his wing before he can finish his sentence.-

Crowley: <So, what's a lovely young Krow like you doin' in dis' part a' town?>

-Commenting in the Present-

— That say was pretty dangerous. While we organized the best we could, we didn't know how much resistance were we going to meet or how corrupt law enforcement was. I mean, from their perspective we were the evil guys invading, so we used a two-prong strategy...

In the Past

Past!Silent — Yes, Tagg...

-I hand over Tangent a small comm device and a Magic Floppy Disk-

Past!Silent — Ok, then... I'll try to cut the internal security systems as soon as I can, meanwhile you make it to the network backbone to plant the message with the evidence.

-I point to a couple of places in a diagram-

— Tagg? Your hideout will be in that direction... — points to the west — Pokéteco and Cephas are going to distract the outside guards and pretend our target is the distribution center... let's hope they can rush it. — points to another point in the east — This is the way to the underground station hosting the core AI. Once there, fight your way to insert this floppy and use the UNIX commands we practised. — shaking hands — Good luck.

-Tagg, Tangent and I separate; I quickly produce Dintel and Vlad, who was borrowed to me, to enter through a window and head to the network station attached to the building's security backbone to destriy it.-

In the Present.

— This was our only chance. The AI that controlled the building... I can't recall its name... would be quickly alerted of our presence and contact law enforcement, who would surely side with those guys. That's why we acted separately.

-pointing to Tangent and to two figures of Tagg and Tracer-

— While Tracer would help our mons rile up as many of their personnel as they could, pretending that the target of the attack was the distribution center, Tangent and I would hack the AI to send to the internets a message with evidence of the company's actions. As an insurance, Tagg was waiting in a secluded position near the seashore, ready to make use of Cobalt to relay the stream to a friendly research ship.

— ...And so it begun...

edited 23rd Jul '11 6:34:13 PM by SilentReverence

Fanfic Recs orwellianretcon'd: cutlocked for committee or for Google?

"Salamence": <Wait...but Dintel's right here...> -pokes Dintel with wing to make sure he's real-

Salamence, it's an illusion.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-In the illusion-

<Past!Vlad: "Yay! We get to chew wires, Dintel! And they're telling us to do that!">

_________________

-In the industrial districts-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Hmm hmm hmm... You're not from around here, are you? I am a vor v zakone... One of the best ones in this town too... And I think that with your help... You could make moya bratva the bratva in this town...">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "... Chto vy govorite?"> *

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Long story short, I'd like to give you a job... As my avtoritet...">

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: "...">

-After a long pause-

-Irately-

<Avtoritet!Murkrow: " CHTO CHERT VOZMI?! YA SLUZHIL VAM PREDANNO DOLGIE GODY! "> *

-Claps Avtoritet!Murkrow's beak shut-

<Mafiya!Honchkrow: "Hmm hmm hmm... You are interested, da?">

edited 23rd Jul '11 8:12:37 PM by TracerBullet

Hard Boiled Detective Since 1985

-Is humming generic film noir music-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.