Leo: *looking around* See anything yet?

AC: <HEY, BLITZY-BRAIN, WHY DON'TCHA COME OUT AND FIGHT US?>

Mau: *tries to silence AC* <Shh!>

---

Blitzwing is getting overwhelmed by the sheer number of Bug-types, and one of them got Poison Powder on him.

[insert something relating to myself here]

awoo incarceration

Gwen: <That lady sure is a tricky one. Probably gonna be a while before I feel safe eating ice cream again...>

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

"Nothing mentioned about Weremons Sholto. But that Chat Client..."

Clever appeared before JD again, "Popular on lycanthrope enthusiast sites. Seems people who turn into pokemon at sundown exist."

JD ignored what only he could see, but he pondered, "Sholto, what if the chat client Nelly was using was commonly seen recommended among websites discussing lycanthropy?"

Silas slid over some gloves for Phaz, "Use those."

"I'd like to remind you that the ship is closing in, and that your shuttle doesn't have any teleporters. Now one of your mages if they were high enough could pop a teleport spell, but for this you'd need to pass a high bar or only teleport back a leg."

Daniel looked about, "We should surrender..."

<This has to be a scripted event that the DM is forcing us through. We sit back, wait, and then advance the plot.>

"You have no evidence."

<Other than you've done this before.>

"Please stop metagaming."

Sholto: <...Then my hunch might be right.>

<Okay, so it sounds possible from this and an incident with my Mightyena's Charizard that they're kidnapping weremons. Given that. I'm thinking we want to find our way to somewhere they might be being held. And I'd rather we stick together rather than split up from here because there's a good chance I might get captured if we're not careful and they find out about me.>

<With that in mind... any plans?>

Hazard: <Mm... Lei would rather not surrender, unless it's the best way to keep everyone safe.>

Pawniard: <Hm, well I'd argue I don't have much to lose by doing it. It seems whatever situation we've ended up in is one you could use help with.>

<...And seems I've finally got a way to fight back again.>

Poochyena: <Oh, yeah, let's check that out!>

The Poochyena goes running for the area.

Glameow: <Thank you.>

<At any rate, I suppose you should know my name. It's Mordecai.>

Edited by CorvusAtrox on Jun 27th 2018 at 4:59:09 AM

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

-Veronica's eyes go wide.-

Veronica: <Oh no->

-The Earthquake sends her flying. She staggers to her feet, spitting a little blood out of her mouth.-

Kaisei: "V-"

Veronica: <I can get in another hit.>

-Once more, one more Brick Break.-

---

-Cia takes the Dark Pulse head on.-

Cia held on for...actually she held on because she's petty and stubborn.

Cia: <Bit of a one trick Ponyta, eh?>

-She wiggles her tail at Bathory and looks between her legs at the illusion fox.-

Cia: <Hey, ya doin' anythin' later sweetheart?>

---

-AU!Shaun actually doubles over in laughter.-

AU!Shaun: "I survived World War Three and the Dragon War. You think I can't handle you?"

-Behind Paul and Co., the woman from earlier watches, half-eaten masalda in hand.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

When they finally reach where the Hydreigon is, they duck under a Cascoon that gets hurled right over them.

Mau: <Ouch.>

[insert something relating to myself here]

Stormchaser Arena

Bathory: <Oh, I've got more than that!>

-Extrasensory-

Contact Me!

???

Brie: <I guess that's probably our best option.>

Foam: <Gather your courage, comrades!>

Brie: <I'm sorry. He doesn't have an off switch.>

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Weremon Jail

Marco raises an eyebrow at Mason's response, but isn't sure enough to comment.

Marco: <Probably shouldn't go around trusting random strangers in a city I've never been to..>

N's Castle

Well, wasn't expecting that to work on weapons too.. I guess it's good I didn't attack. Why didn't I attack again? Daydre gives herself a mental shrug and chucks a grenade at a Peek-a-boo. She also sends out Tabitha, who tanks a Shadow Ball and rushes at one of the Peek-a-boos with a Feint Attack.

off the shits

Weremon Jail

Nelly: <Hmph. I was just mobbed by chickens on my way to buy noodle seasoning.>

<...which doesn't sound any better when I put it that way, I guess.>

Game Night

Mew: ~Okay, here's my idea...~

~We punch the throttle, fly our ship directly at the oncoming ship, then teleport onto the other ship at the last second when we're close enough to cast a proper teleport!~

Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?

Corrin: O-oh. Should I not...

-She looks at her armband for a second.-

Corrin: ...You know what, I think I can just live with the weird looks from this world's residents

???

Artoria: <Wait, don't just go ->

She sighs.

<We should follow, just in case.>

She nods to Corrin. <That's reasonable.>

She sets out after the Poochyena, running to catch up with them.

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

Lumiose City, Jaide Jewellers

-A purple-haired girl in a black letterman, accompanied by a Delphox and a Salazzle, is looking up admiringly at a fist-sized ruby in a locked display cabinet. A shop assistant in a smart black suit walks over to her.-

Assistant: Can I help you, ma'am?

Purple-Haired Girl: Oh, I'm just browsing.

Assistant: Are you looking for anything in particular?

Purple-Haired Girl: Actually, yeah. I've been looking at a few pieces, but nothing's really caught my eye. I want something you know at a glance is priceless, something that makes men want to fight over it.

-She flashes a smile.-

Purple-Haired Girl: Something for someone really special, you know?

Assistant: Well, we do have a VIP collection, but I'm afraid that's only available to clients on our list.

Purple-Haired Girl: VIP? Sounds like my kinda thing.

Assistant: Excellent. If I could just take your name and address, then I can look for you on our-

Purple-Haired Girl: Nah, I don't give that away to just anyone. You haven't even taken me out to dinner yet.

-She winks.-

Purple-Haired Girl: Besides, you won't find me on that list. Thanks for the help, though. You've been a real sweetheart.

-She turns and wanders out of the store, turning to her Pokemon.-

Purple-Haired Girl: So, what do we think, gang?

Delphox: <Five cameras, two electronic locks, and a bored rent-a-cop? Darling, I've pulled harder heists than this with my eyes closed.>

Salazzle: <A book opens, a page. Turns words spiral until there is no more time to end.>

Edited by Herbert40k on Jun 27th 2018 at 3:22:58 PM

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.

Cia: <Ya didn' ansa ma question, sugah.>

---

Shaun: <Brie, why are you apologizing?>

-Issy finally pulls out her armband, only to get exasperated and put it back as the Pawniard and Poochyena take off.-

-She sprints after them, Shaun flying behind with hookshots.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

-Brie blinks at Shaun a couple times-

Brie: <Um. Uh... Foam, let's go!>

-Foam skates after Artoria-

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Jun 27th 2018 at 7:47:29 AM

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Japer of Gengeral Junery

"Nice to meet ya," Colt nodded to Mordecai. Then he cracked his knuckles. "Shall we get going?" He asked the group.

Stormchaser

<I think by the time you're spitting out blood-> Sean tried to say before he got Brick Broke. After some time, he almost instantly appeared behind Veronica, a fist glowing silver, and slowly dying down.

If the move connected, a bit after Veronica looked at him she would feel a rapid-fire series of punches.

???

<We're doing this, then,> Talbain shrugged. He walked behind Artoria, wondering if he should send out his team. They would make this easier, but he could learn from this.

Game Night

"That's suicide," Colt complained. "Let's do it!"

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Stormchaser Arena

Bathory: <Once I evolve, sure!>

-Extrasensory again-

???

Keaton: <Other dog! Come back!>

-heads after the Poochyena-

Contact Me!

???

The town they approach seems to be a pretty generic quiet little medieval [European] fantasy town, with a town guard that seems to be on edge. As expected, all of the inhabitants seem to be various pokemon.

A young-looking Kirlia sits on the beach. with a book.

Artoria motions for the group to kind of stay back, and approaches the Kirlia, who looks up at Artoria with eyes that seem to hold a wisdom beyond her years. How cliché.

Kirlia: <Hi, traveller! Want to hear a story?>

Artoria: <A... story? I'm sorry, but I'm looking for my sister. A Lurantis, like me.>

Kirlia: <Lurantis aren't common around here... but I've heard one's been spotted with the forces of Runefaust.>

Artoria: <Runefaust? Apologies, we're... travellers from afar.>

The Kirlia smiles and nods. <So, want to hear a story?>

Artoria: <I... suppose.> -She waves everyone over.-

Kirlia: <In ages long forgotten, Light fought Darkness for control of the world.>

<The Dark Dragon led the evil hordes of Darkness, and the Ancients fought back with the powers of Light.>

<The Ancients fought back with the powers of Light. The Dark Dragon was defeated, and cast into another dimension. The Lord of Darkness vowed to return in a thousand years.>

<Time passed, and the Dark Dragon was forgotten by all. Ten centuries of peace ruled in the lands of Rune.>

<Until the kingdom of Runefaust brought ruin and fear to the lands of Rune. Hordes of evil creatures ravaged the lands.>

<Here and there, strongholds of Good still hold out, like our city here, Guardiana, awaiting a hero who can wield the power of Light!>

Artoria: <... That seems like a stupid thing to forget.>

Kirlia: <Yeah… I’m Simone, by the way! I don’t think they’ll believe a kid like me, but I think the Dark Dragon’s behind Runefaust’s attacks! Can you help us, please? It’ll be an adventure!>

Artoria: <I can’t ignore Mordred’s plight… but she’d want me to help these people over her.>

Kirlia Simone: <Your sister sounds like a kind woman.>

Artoria: <She's... certainly something.>

Simone: <Come on, this way!>

She stands up and closes her book, and skips into the city.

Edited by Izshta on Jun 28th 2018 at 8:00:16 AM

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

More spoilers probably. Be forewarned.

Stormchaser

/Duck/: >Come on, it'll give you a chance to just let loose and sword things without worrying about holding back and trying to use a very lethal weapon as a nonlethal weapon. And I can tag along and skim data from the Machine hivemind.

I mean firstly no. Secondly I'd have to be the cinnamon roll to survive and even then it's not a secure thing.

/Duck/: >How would player interaction even work in that scenario?

And then there's the trauma! I'd know it'd be coming but I'd still have to at least act like I've been broken and damaged and pained by it a-all... Honestly I'd probably need a hug afterwards anyway...

/Duck/: >Nice oscillation there. Do you need a distraction?

-Pent stops for a moment and breathes deeply to correct his tone to something a little more formal-

Can... Can you go fetch me something to eat? I need some time alone...

/Duck/: >Alright, but I'll get someone to stand guard outside just in case your 'daughter' managed to sneak back aboard the ship and comes looking.

That's fine, thanks.

-The Porygon manifests from the pokeball plugged into the laptop and starts floating to the door-

One... One more thing. Can you let my team know that I... really appreciate that we're super supportive of each other yaknow? Basically just a general thanks.

/Duck/: <Of course sir. The feeling is mutual>

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Veronica: <I-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this-shit.>

-She gets knocked away from Sean.-

Veronica: <I'm done. And you owe me a box of cakes.>

Kaisei: "Fine."

-He recalls her.-

Kaisei: "Well, I'm out."

-He discreetly pockets a Capsule-covered Great Ball.-

---

-Cia wobbles a bit as the Extrasensory hits, clearly on her last legs.-

Cia: <Excellent, madame. But we stand to see who shall evolve first.>

-She takes everything she has left and funnels it into one final Flame Charge.-

---

Shaun: <This sounds generic.>

Isbrand: <You never told us about this...>

---

Kaisei: "Mama?"

-Jessica looks up from her extra large chocolate-dipped red velvet waffle cone bowl filled with a scoop each of strawberry, chocolate, peanut butter, lavender cherry (yes that's a real thing), Rocky Road, [jalapeño], and mint choclate chip ice cream topped with an ungodly amount of hot sauce, sprinkles, whipped cream, and hot fudge syrup.-

-Oh, and her root beer float.-

Jessica: -Daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin- "What's wrong, Kaisei?"

Kaisei: "Well..."

"You know what, nevermind. It's not important."

Jessica: -Gesturing with a spoon- "It's not about a girl, is it? Or a boy or an enby?"

-Kaisei laughs.-

Kaisei: "I don't have any problems with that, Mama."

-Jessica giggles.-

Jessica: "I don't have any grandkids, do I?"

Kaisei: "No. Probably."

"I mean even if they exist there's a 75% chance they're dead so."

Jessica: "Great now I'm depressed."

-She blows a raspberry - er, Razz Berry and holds up a thumbs down.-

Kaisei: "Sorry."

-Jess shrugs.-

Jessica: "C'est la vie."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

???

-Foam's eyes literally sparkle-

Foam: <We're gonna—>

Brie: Foam no

Foam: <—save the town! Come on, everyone, we're going on an adventure!>

Brie: Foam please we need to focus on the miss—

-Foam jets off after Simone-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Stormchaser

<Was that five?> Sean asked his trainer.

“I don’t think that was five,” Colt agreed. “And I saw you slip that into your pocket.”

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

R S M

-Shinobi on the other hand looks both disturbed, but thoughtful-

Shinobi: So, were these humans that died before whatever caused everyone here to be pokemon, or were they somehow passed over?

-He shakes his head-

<This place is supposed to be an abandoned scrapyard. So we might as well start with finding out who's got the place running>

-He pats the upset Mismagius-

<You gonna be alright, Sylphie?>

Edited by BlitzTrain on Jun 27th 2018 at 10:41:56 AM

weremon jail

-Gwen has started messing around with seed bomb-

Gwen: <Before you ask, I'm not trying to escape, I'm just bored.>

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

You know the drill.

Stormchaser

-Halfway through a communal meal with his mons (/Duck/ somehow managed to order in some dang nice honey torchic and rice. Something about competing delivery apps came up in the conversation) Pent stops and stares deeply at his food-

Could I save him?

Booster: <Huh?>

Revol: <Sorry mate, the food's already dead.>

Shift: <Dude no. I know what you're thinking but no.>

But if there's anyone capable of it it's me. I can fish up a good concise liner sheet for the story, play the character entirely differently, even maybe bring along more J-Teamers as backup or to infiltrate other key story roles. And then like... I dunno bring him here? This world is way more upbeat and full of friends.

-Shift backs off from his food and gloops up to look at Pent-

Shift: <What gives you any right to do so?>

We were at the middle of a dimensional vortex even before Mobius broke the sky. The canon of other things can be bent and changed if it works as a narrative and-

Shift: <-As the only one who knows how it will pan out I> must interfere with an already perfectly written and poignant story just because the cute guy I'm crushing on has a hard time.

-The last bit was a pitch perfect mimic of Pent's own voice-

That is not what I was going to say.

Shift: <So? I saved you the trouble of putting it in a roundabout fashion. Admit it's petty and just move on already. It's getting pathetic>

-He lifts himself up, turns into a microphone and lets himself drop before rolling towards the door-

Did... Did you just mic drop me?!

-Shift returns to his blobby form and stops at the door-

Shift: <Call me when you're ready to worry about your own world first.>

~Slam~

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.