Oppenheimer: <You haven't met Trousers?! He's my dad!>

<Oh no! I'm a horrible son!>

-he sobs as he descends towards the basement-

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

Marco goes to the back of his cage and scrunches himself up as small as possible in the corner.

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Montu starts patting Oppenheimer on the shoulder.

Montu: <Hey, hey big guy. Don't worry, all kinds of things slip from your heads - even when family is involved. Heck, I don't even remember my own brothers and sisters really. Or my parents, for that matter.>

Montu pauses, shakes his head, and then continues.

Montu: <Sooo... This "Trousers" bird is your dad? He a big guy like you?>

I'm having to learn to pay the price

weremon jail

Gwen: <I hope those guys know the difference between hair and arms. I'd rather come out with both of them intact.>

-she waves her hairlike arms around-

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

JD looked about before sitting down and turning to Sholto, "I'm about to do something a little crazy. Keep a watch over my body."

And with that, the replicant body closed its eyes and slumped over, it'd look like it was sleeping for now.

Code, Code everywhere, this is what JD knew best and it was what made working at Rossum with Clever for the Replicants so rewarding, that and having a human body more or less, that was pretty good.

The idea was simple, alter some records to show they WERE supposed to be there, after all this was a investigation into what could potentially be a kidnapping, and the police themselves hadn't shown up yet.

This was the one major advantage JD had, the connectivity of the digital world, and it was something he was not exactly willing to give up.

It was at this point he saw something, two other Porygons, not anything really fancy like him but they got the job done.

<HELLO!> They said in unison.

<I'm Gamma Pi!> <And I'm Gamma Theta!> <And Together we're the administrative control center!>

JD blinked and looked at both of them <Okay... So... Can you help me?>

GT did a backflip, <Oh we love to help! What can we do for you?>

This would be easier than expected, <Well I'm a detective->

<A duck-tective you mean!> GP interrupted

JD sighed and prevented himself from palming his face, <That aside... I'm here on official business, I need access to the school and dorms so I can investigate with my partner off in the real world. Someone named Nelly went missing here recently, could you give me access to the school?>

GT looked concerned, <Well we could... but...>

<But what?>

GP took over, <We don't think Deskman would be very happy, he seems to be everywhere.>

<That and his desk is made of Mahogany,> GT added.

<Maaaaaahogany...> they both said in unison.

JD sighed and sent a text to Sholto in the real world.

"Okay since everyone is loaded up. Tae, roll to pilot the shuttle."

Tae nodded and tossed the die.

"Successful roll, you get the engine of the ship purring like a skitty and manage to fly out with little issue."

Daniel took the shuttle near the anomalous crystal, which began to ripple like a wave.

"Anyone have any major words they want to say?"

Open Space, Near Anomaly

Lei: "We got any idea what that is?"

Lumiose Descartes University

Sholto sees the text, fumbles a bit and pulls out his Interpol ID. There is now a leg sticking out from the suit gripping it while one of the suit's legs sags a bit.

Sholto: "Uh, here, see, I'm Interpol. I've got files related to the case on me, this is relevant to the case and if you let us do this I can get you a warrant for it. Promise."

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

-Corrin and Artoria have presumably been asking around the con venue at this point-

outside the stormchaser

-Danny is talking to Eva-

Danny: Yeah, it kind of sucked being cooped up in my room. I hope Gwen is ok...

Eva: But how did you get out?

Danny: It's a long story. So, it started when-

???: Daniel Beaufort, come here at once.

Danny: Oh no.

???: And who's that girl with you?

Danny: Salut, maman, salut papa...

Mrs. Beaufort: Don't you salut me. And don't you run off like that.

Mr. Beaufort: I'm more concerned by the fact he seems to have a girlfriend.

Eva: N-no! I'm not his girlfriend!

Mrs. Beaufort: Well, anyway. We came here to pick you up so we can go to the police station.

Mr. Beaufort: We'd do it ourselves, but we weren't there. Come along!

Danny: Bye Eva!

Eva: See you!

-Danny is dragged off in the direction of the police station-

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Driftveil City:

"Pffft, good luck convincing people to do that willingly. Aside from 'catch-and-release' trainers that only care about pokedex entries and bragging about how many pokemon they marked, very few people ever seem to give up their pokemon...and it's not hard to see why. Some of my mons, most noteably Chopper and I have been through way too much together to just part ways," Mark stated, finding the idea incredulous at best before flexing his arm in a way that prompted Chopper to leap up, grab his arm, and begin swinging around for a little bit before jumping off and doing a back flip before landing almost perfectly....before promptly falling face-up.

Living The Fever Dream

That is probably a safe assumption.

While it was a while ago, the two are able to get something, at least. From what they're able to gather, Mordred (or someone who looks like her) was definitely here but nobody saw her leave. Whether this just because nobody was paying attention is a different story, though.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Lumiose

<Where would that even be?!> Pichu the Second cried, indignant.

Pichu the First groaned in response to his brother’s hollering. <Not so loud,> he moaned. <Arceus, my head...>

<Could we get some help, here?> Pichu the Second pleaded as he lifted his brother over his shoulder, getting the elder Pichu’s scarred ear in his face.

Pichu the First groaned in protest but didn’t fidget out of his brother’s grip.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

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Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Lumiose police station

-Mr. Beaufort, Mrs. Beaufort and Phantump!Danny walk in-

Officer: Hello there, how may I help you today?

Mrs. Beaufort: We're here to report a missing person.

Officer: Ok, let me just get something to write with.

-he gets out a sheet of paper and a pen-

Alrighty then, who's missing?

Mr. Beaufort: My daughter, Guinevere Beaufort.

Officer: And how long have they been missing for?

Mrs. Beaufort: Quite a few weeks now.

Officer: What do they look like? Do you have a description, or some photos?

Mr. Beaufort: Yes. We have photos.

-He hands the officer a picture of Gwen in human form and a picture of a small size Gourgeist wearing a silvery hairband-

Officer: Are you sure they are the same person? Or is she that Gourgeist's trainer?

Mrs. Beaufort: Um, yes. But one will surely lead to the other. They're literally inseparable.

-Danny snickers-

Do you want to find her or not?

Danny: <Sorry mum.>

Officer: Where was the last time any of you saw her?

Mrs. Beaufort: Daniel was the last to see her. What he has to say is quite unnerving and makes me suspect a kidnapping.

Officer: The Phantump? Sorry, I don't understand monese.

-Danny facepalms-

Danny: <Crud. I guess I'll have to...>

-He turns into a human-

Officer: What the?! Did he just?!

Danny: Yup. I'm a weremon and so is my sister Guinevere. Those two pictures were of the same person.

Officer: But I thought weremons were only from myths. I guess they do have a habit of turning out to be true... Anyway, you had things to tell me?

Danny: Yes, so we had been hearing about various weremons going missing around Lumiose and my sister got rather worried. So, we went to the ice-cream parlor cos, well, it's ice-cream and we needed some. So there was this Weird lady in a catsuit on a table near ours with some strange coloured Blazikens. Gwen gave me her phone so I could get away. So, like. a few minutes later I'm running through the city and I start feeling really woozy. A few hours later I wake up in a bush and Gwen is nowhere to be seen. There was this one girl who got a look at the security tapes and they don't look suspicious, or so I've heard, but she hasn't been seen in weeks and we are all very worried for her.

Officer: Let me just write all that down. An intriguing story indeed. Definitely quite a few missing persons around here. Don't worry, we'll do our level best to find her.

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-Concern.jpg-

Corrin: ...That's... odd. She had to have gotten out somehow, if she's not here anymore. That's how leaving works. Pardon the obvious statement, it didn't sound as redundant in my head.

-Odin's stomach grumbles-

Odin: ...To the restaurant!

-the group heads there-

Jean: Do you know if there's some sort of database around here Where we can look it up?

-indeed the group can see a black and white gate up ahead with Reshiram and Zekrom motifs-

Reina: This Tom Phan must be a hero of Truth or Ideals... Prehaps he can help us.

Contact Me!

The name "Tom Phan" and the words "Relics of Goodness" immediately set off alarm bells in Daydre's head.

"... I don't trust anything with the words 'of Goodness' in the title. Actually anything with an explicitly positive modifier in the title makes me a bit suspicious."

"... I think I've been playing too many video games."

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Bwah Castle

“Likely a hero of Ideals,” Colt observed. “I remember meeting N a few months ago, and he had Reshiram with him,” he recalled. “I guess we should get lookin’,” he decided, approaching the gates.

“And that’s some healthy skepticism, but this is FB we’re talking about,” he comforted Daydre. “I don’t think they’d so quickly stab us in the back.”

Lumiose

<Information rectangle?> Pichu the First asked.

<Yeah,> Second added. <One of those little black things that I see humans use to get information on,> he recalled. <Ya got one of those?>

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Artoria: "Well, it's not wrong, which..."

She considers.

"I don't like this."

Brynhilde: "Food works."

She follows.

Rin: "No, I think that's just common sense. If you have to emphasize something, it's probably not that."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

My sorceress does a Knowledge: Weird Space Junk check on the crystal!

Kori: <Hmph. I'm sure your arms will grow back.>

-nonetheless, she doesn't actually do much to Gwen's hair, beyond repeatedly snipping the scissors in the air near her ears-

Nelly: <Ugh... Hey, Marco..?>

Deskman: Sorry, promises aren't sufficient. I need the actual paperwork.

Veld: <It's mashed up fruit. It's jam.>

-she grabs a piece of fugu and counters the Slash with a Poison Jab, in an attempt to Poison Jab-

Fuzz: -seeing the Vaporeon emerge from his meatpuppet- <That's... gross...>

Vaporeon: <He'll live :3> -Surfs at Fuzz-

-meanwhile, as Jab hamsterballs, he collides with a thick metal door, with a nice nice fancy spoked latch and everything-

Brebre: -taking the skates from Connie- <Thank you! Let's see if I've got it in me...>

-he slips them on, when...-

floof!

Mienshao!Brebre: ...

...

<OH MY TAPU!>

Ton: See, this is what I was worried about.

-Oppenheimer nods eagerly-

Oppenheimer: <My dad's big and strong, like me! Ma says he used to be even bigger!>

-there's a shuffling sound as some crates are pushed aside, revealing a somewhat-slouching Blaziken. "Trousers" is still buffy and fluffy, but has clearly seen better years. His plummage is mostly dark feathers on his body, but giving way to a golden crest at his shoulders and above-

Trousers: <Hey kiddo, who've ya got there, eh? Wait wait, let me guess...>

-he studies Montu-

<A hostage! He's a hostage we'll be trading to get one of those nice big plaza fountains for a birdbath!>

Oppenheimer: <Nope! That does sound luxurious, though...>

Trousers: <Hmm, is he a model? I need a Lady Liberty stepping on some Seviper for my next print run of independently-issued Pokedollars...>

-oh, yeah, there is a print studio visible in the space behind Trousers, strewn with art pieces that coincidentally might to an untrained eye just so happen to resemble legal tender-

Oppenheimer: <Nope! Can I draw the next one though?>

Trousers: <Hahaha, notta chance! Wait- I know!>

<He's Oppenheimer Junior!>

Oppenheimer: <WOO-HOO! You nailed it!>

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Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

Weremon jail

-Gwen sighs-

Gwen: <How come we're being collected, anyway?>

Lumiose police station

Officer: Well I'll be seeing you lot then.

Danny: Hopefully with Gwen. See you around!

-he shifts into a Phantump and follows his parents out-

Mr. Beaufort: Now, who's for some food?

Mrs. beaufort: Yeah, why not.

Danny: <What are we waiting for? Let's go!>

-they head off to a restaurant-

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Corrin: I don't either... but I don't know where else we'd be able to find information.

Rana: ...Wow... that's a lot to go through.

Scarlette: Yeah. And... I think I still have to go back. I can't stay here yet.

Adonis: I can't say I'm not still worried about you going back, but... if you must, I suppose we're nobody to stop you. Just... please, return safe again, okay?

-Scarlette nods-

Scarlette: I will, dad.

-She smiles-

Scarlette: Besides, I have friends there. And they're going to get this poison out of my head and get me a new arm.

-Her parents smile back.-

Rana: Good luck, then, dear. At the very least, we'll rest easier knowing you're alive.

Scarlette: I'll do my best to keep in touch, too. Maybe Astral, or Lily or someone can carry messages.

Rana: We'll keep an eye out, then.

-Scarlette nods, and turns to head out the door.-

Scarlette: See you, mom. See you, dad. Love you.

Adonis: We love you too, dear.

-She heads out to find Lily(?) again-

Marco: <Maybe if I hide they'll forget I'm here...>

<What?>

"I mean, even if they don't have any intention of hurting us they could still have stuff they don't want to tell us."

off the shits

-That Hyper Voice knocks Athena into the red. Her Light Screen shatters.-

Athena: <...>

-Athena draws in close, fist glowing with Obscura.-

Athena: <Submit.>

---

Aveline: <Let's just go in order.>

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Jenna(?): So wait, you mean to tell me that the guy who tried to stop you is that guy I dated way back when... and also this girl from another universe is his sister?

Lily(?): Small world, right? Or, uh, worlds I guess.

Jenna(?): I always knew he was bad news.

-Lily(?) notices Scarlette approaching and waves to her-

edited 22nd Jun '18 1:56:17 PM by Mezzopiano

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

AU Space Tunnels

Soujin: "Clockwise, Counter-clockwise, Clocj, or some other order?"

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every