ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Party

-Echo has her shoulder tapped.-

-For the record, she's dressed up as Maxie. The G3 version, not that anyone in this universe knows what that means.-

Echo: Hmm?

edited 2nd Nov '17 11:23:39 AM by BittersweetNSour

Party

Gabe: Can you explain to my friend Phoenix what is goig on and what we should do next? We're J-Team newbies.

Contact Me!

League Center

Okay, so 'frickin' laser beams' goes on the feature list. Now then, hm... Gonna need some paper.

-He sets the pen down and checks his bag for some-

Between the phone and laptop I don't usually have much need for paper...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-Ever is watching the sky-

Muninn: <This is...bizarre.>

Ever: It is?

Muninn: <You don't think so?>

Ever: No, I mean, if it's weird to you...

Muninn: <There's no precedent for this. Nothing like this has happened in my very long life.>

Ever: ...I really need to gather up my Pokemon. Ephemera is who knows where, and Narrow and Estoc are still on that case... I hope they're safe.

-Ephemera has decided she's tired, and is napping in a corner-

Click!

PEFE!Every: Hello darkness, my old friend.

Intern: AUGH!

PEFE!Every: What are you doing in my room?

Intern: It's my room. I live here.

PEFE!Every: Doubtful. Have you been here the whole time I've been gone?

Intern: Well, not exactly...

-PEFE!Every raises an eyebrow-

PEFE!Every: Continue.

Intern: I tried to sleep in my bed—

PEFE!Every: My bed—

Intern: —And the next thing I knew I was trying to strangle one of the other interns.

PEFE!Every: Interesting.

Intern: What's interesting about that? I couldn't sleep in my own bed!

PEFE!Every: I must have gotten Nihilego toxins on there. When you tried to sleep in it, some likely permeated your skin and got into your system.

Intern: Wait, what?

PEFE!Every: -shrug-

Intern: What am I supposed to do?

PEFE!Every: Don't mess with my stuff?

Intern: ...

-they back out slowly-

Rotary: <Surprisingly long-lasting.>

PEFE!Every: It's definitely a placebo at this point. Come on, we're going to need to denature the room before I can use it again.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Lanakila Center

Upon hearing that Pent was getting something to take notes, he followed suit. He grabbed the laptop - and Prax Obscura - from his bag.

He opened the doc with his notes on Obscura. While waiting for it to open, he also opened up the book. Amaterasu looked at the doc with the coffee flowing into her mouth.

<I'm still surprised,> she admitted.

"So, what do you know about the pen?" He reiterated.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

The Pen suddenly stood up and began to draw a rectangle on the table, after that, it wrote next to the rectangle "R/Paper" and tapped the word.

In a instant, a sheet of paper was there where the word and rectangle was, the figure looking at Pent, -Gotta use that R/ run function. The code of the universe, the code of Glitch. Also you should probably give me a name. Can't keep calling me Magic Pen.-

Lanakila

Colton set the paper aside, feeling the area where the pen marked before rubbing a little more vigorously. There was no ink on his fingers, so he was genuinely surprised.

"R - forward slash - noun can be used to produce objects," he recited as he typed. "Whether this is exclusive to the pen - hereafter referred to as Clement - or whatever entity resides within is unknown," he added.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

League Building

Impressive, real impressive...

-With a slight smirk he picks up the pen and starts trying to draw something-

Clement is a very... It sounds kinda outdated and humble yaknow? Like some farmer folk from a few decades back.

edited 2nd Nov '17 3:22:27 PM by Pentigan

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-Could be anything kid. I ain't too picky. And whatcha tryin ta draw?-

Lanakila Center

"Well, tell me what you decide on," he remarked as he highlighted the text for possible replacement. "I gotta practice Dark Pulse." With that said, Amaterasu knew what would be coming. She set the coffee down and braced herself as her trainer set a hand on her breast some darkness formed.

And then she was struck. Nowhere near as powerful as her own Extrasensory attack, but it was still startling to see him execute that move. <Getting there,> she complimented as she took another sip of coffee. It was running low now.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

League Center

Just a basic sort of figure to animate...

-It was a kinda blobby humanoid figure without a face or really much fine detail. Kinda like if you took a stick figure and drew a chalk outline around it-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

The figure stood up off the sheet and started to shout "He menoy hemenoy!"

-Okay that's new.-

League Center

Oh, a mouth is not required for speech. Well then...

-He just casually tries to contain the little figure without seeming hostile-

So what's the duration on these things?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-You didn't specify it had to be quiet. And as long as you want. Just tell me when to turn it off and I'll turn it off. It's not really alive, more a simulacrum, think of it like a NPC.-

The figure was just watching this little animated blob continue.

-You can set a construct to remote or automatic, visible or invisible.-

League Center

-Pent watches the construct a little more, taking mental note of what he's hearing-

Impressive, incredibly impressive... I can see a lot of potential... Alright then, banish the current creation.

-He sets the pen down and smiles to himself-

Do you get that tingle of apprehension with new powers Colton?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

The construct let out one last "Mehoy-" before fading into dust.

-Hope ya know programming kid. Gonna need those "Run" commands to make it work. There is no truly set limitation. I'll show you later when I can.-

Lanakila

“If you’re talking about the rush of dopamine attained when I realize I have a new move, I’ve only felt it twice so no correlation yet.

“I’m discounting Sucker Punch since I can execute that move when I’m Talbain,” he explained.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Phoenix: Yeah, I have no clue what's goin' on. Help

Mobius Airship

-Dr. Multiman is currently doing a victory dance, to music provided by Oran OS:-

Alonya: ...What the hell have I signed up for?

Oran OS: A party, that's what!

Izaya: The boss knows how to have a good time!

Party

Gabe: Look at us poor, poor newbies, miss! We need your guidance!

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League Center

Huh, guess it's just me then.

-He shrugs-

I think I'm about done with experimenting for now...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-Alright. Just let me know when you want to begin again some time.-

Mecha "blinks" as he watches, "Boss? Are you sure this is a smart idea? Total victory isn't assured yet."

-PEFE!Every is listening to the faint strains of music. She's sent out Spark the Emolga, who is listening far more clearly-

PEFE!Every: What's going on?

Spark: <...They're partying.>

PEFE!Every: I guess that makes sense. If I'd just completed an evil plan, I'd party too.

Spark: <I mean, when you think about it, can you really judge the morality of what's going on here? From Dr. Multiman's perspective, he's in the right, and he's doing something to better the world.>

PEFE!Every: I feel firmly convinced that that's not true.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

There is a knock on PEF Every's door.

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

-PEFE!Every freezes-

Spark: <Are we expecting someone?>

PEFE!Every: Rarely. Spark, stay hidden.

-Spark scampers under the bed, and PEFE!Every goes to open the door-

edited 2nd Nov '17 5:25:52 PM by memyselfandI2

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Panning up, PEF Every could see garish Ekans skin boots dyed dark blue connected to a pair of worn faded jeans, framed by a long, dark blue duster. Traveling up past the shiny golden belt buckle was a rather formal dark blue vest over a bleach white shirt. Atop this lanky figures shoulders was a thick neck followed by a scruffy jaw. Meeting the man's eyes they were confronted with two chunks of piercing emerald. Atop his head, covering a mess of black hair was a slick ten-gallon hat. A patch was sewn into duster just over his heart. It read Admin.

"Are you Every?"

GIVE ME YOUR FACE