-Yeah Corrin's just sorta been quiet for the past however long, thankful that nobody seems to be paying her any more mind than usual.-

Silas leads Jessica in just as the ship lurches, having now taken off, "Can't tell you how helpful it's been to have at least one mon who can fly my craft."

He turns on the workbench and a hologram appears of various file folders, he hands Jessica a pen, "So. Power armor, you aren't the first to come to me about that, but I have to ask. What made you want it? Was it the Hardsuit from when we went to the moon?"

Rood: "Well, yes, we haven't had much luck with calming them down, but we've been trying methods and taking care of the ones that get hurt as a result and-"

Rood looks at Mark perplexed at the cosplay comment.

Rood: "These are our uniforms... What's cosplay?..."

Plasma Grunt: "I can explain it to you later, boss!"

Pawniard: <I happen to agree with you. If I'm stuck here, it might be good to help those here.>

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

Stormchaser

“Is that all I have to do?” Colt asked. “I technically lost, so it’s only fair.

<And it is around that time,> the Steel-type observed, the Expert Belt inexplicably around his forehead. <You guys want anything?> He hollered behind him, so the team could hear.

They all materialized and moaned. Sylveon managed to use Heal Bell, restoring everyone relatively.

<Whatever,> they all moaned.

Roy and Caliburn spoke up, each expressing a desire to try some cuisine. Caliburn used his Moon Stone and Roy the Orange Scarf to regain their humanity.

???

<Shall we enter?> Talbain asked Simone.

He shot a glance at Corrin but said nothing. Is she fine? He asked himself.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PMD-Rune

-Keaton plods along after Artoria-

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 28th 2018 at 11:38:43 AM

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PMD-Rune, Guardiana

And, indeed, despite Corrin being the only human here, the people of the town don't seem to notice anything different.

Artoria nods to the Pawniard. <My thoughts exactly>

As they approach the castle and Simone nods to Talbain, Artoria looks back at Corrin. <Is something wrong?>

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

Isbrand: <Yeah...>

---

-Kaisei facepalms.-

Kaisei: "It-you know, I gotta deliver this present. See ya."

-He waves goodbye and leaves.-

---

Jessica: "Mmm...kinda. I figured you were the guy to go to for it but that hardsuit confirmed my suspicions."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

"I'm the go to guy for a lot of tech stuff," Silas responds, "Comes with working with space age technology."

He scrolls through some folders and comes across Hardsuit designs, "We'll work on armor plating designs here."

Silas turned to Jessica, "That tablet pen will help you interact with these holograms, now, what do you want for your suit?"

Stormchaser Arena

Bathory: <I... I gotta...>

-Dark Pulses Oberon-

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 28th 2018 at 12:24:45 PM

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Stormchaser

Colt wordlessly watched Kaisei exit the room. He sighed.

<Can’t,> Sylveon began before she popped a Revive. <Can’t say you don’t deserve that,> she finished.

Caliburn stood up, walked over and placed a hand on his trainer’s shoulder. “I can understand your curiosity in regards to what that was, but that’s not anything we’ll know anytime soon.”

<Washi, you’re not very good at comforting people,> Sunny sighed, resting her head on the still-human Roy’s shoulder.

Sunny’s Mindscape

Roy, tell me. Is there a reason you were so eager to join the battle?

Sunny, when I get caught up in the heat of battle, no pun intended, ha.

Ha.

Anyway, during battle, I can forget my worries and just let out any aggression I can’t ignore.

That does kinda remind me. Your sword. Where does it go? It’s got some mystical properties that I doubt a polymorph would hide.

Its power is probably in my chest. That’s where I feel it, at least.

Are you sure it’s the Sword of Seals?

What else could it be? Some internal flame? Something’s making my hits more powerful in proximity to my core, much like how my sword works.

Oh, a flame doesn’t have to be literal. Or it very well could be.

But if memory serves that’s how fire-ty-...

... Roy?

I’m sorry. My heart still belongs with Lilina.

I’ll see if we can’t find her.

Is that the best I can ask for?

I’m sorry.

As long as you try, I have nothing to complain about.

I have faith she’s here. If Nino and Legault are here, why not her?

Th... thanks, Sunny.

The two physically hugged, Roy running a hand through Sunny’s fur.

Sunny and Roy reached Support Rank B!

Guardiana

Talbain followed Simone but kept an eye on Corrin. His ears drooped, but if she wanted to be left alone, so be it.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Jessica: "Well, there's three designs I drew up."

-She opens a sketchbook. The first power armor resembles a red and pink version of Samus's Varia suit with fox ears and three Vulpix tails, the second resembles a red and black version of this◊, minus sword, plus ears and tails, and the third looks like a set of red and white Iron Man armor...with fox ears and tails.-

Jessica: "I like the second one most."

---

*Tink!*

No damage!

-Oberon just looks annoyed.-

~Could you...let her win?~

Nay. Though there is no honor in defeating her, I shall not forfeit.

~Please? For me? Just let her get a few hits in and pretend to faint.~

...very well, my liege. As thou commands, it shall be.

-Oberon Copycats, sending a Dark Pulse back at Bathory.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Brie: <I'm always up to help people!>

Foam: <Yes!>

-PEFE!Every is reading her texts-

PEFE!Every: ...What the fuck am I supposed to do about dreams?

Cervantes: <Hmm, there's therapy, or sleep aids, or—>

PEFE!Every: I was speaking mostly rhetorically.

 Do you by any chance have nightmares frequently? 
yeah obviously why 
Meet me in 20 seconds. 
um 
Don't worry about where. I'll find you. 
not less worrying 
but ok i guess 

PEFE!Every: We're going to Lumiose.

Cervantes: <Does it worry you at all that Ever seems to assume that everyone has frequent nightmares?>

PEFE!Every: Are they wrong?

Cervantes: <...>

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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Silas nodded, "Possible, gonna be a bit cramped but entirely possible."

He flipped through some Hardsuit files, "We can easily conform the exoskeleton itself but it will sacrifice some of its advantages as a spacesuit, which obviously won't be a big deal for you as you don't go to space often."

"Armor plating is going to be tough though, the material we use for mon suits is elemental conductive, it only doesn't break because it conducts the energy from a attack to where it has to go, to inside the suit to the mon itself. Figure that one out, the guys down in exotic materials apparently spent entire weeks without sleeping working on it."

"So armor plating will have to be made of something else, I'm thinking electro-reactive polymer, Johnny back at Asimov is working on said plating for upgrades to various Rockets, including the Odysseus, make em more likely to survive micro-meteors."

Silas smirked a bit as he flipped over to another folder in the hologram, "Now tell me... what do you want for weaponry?"

"So you saved the Captain. What next?"

Tae nodded, <I say we surrender and ask for medical help. We can break out with enough effort.>

Game Night

Hazard: <I'll agree to that, but probably have Lei make sure that no one who's surrendered will be hurt.>

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

Lumiose boutique

-Eva is looking at clothes with Merah-

Eva: I guess that's what happens when you name someone after a colour. I'll have to start calling you goldy or something. Wait, am I sounding really racist to you?

Merah: <Kind of. Ooh, look at that fedora!>

Eva: Yeah, if your asking ne to buy it then the answer is yes.

Merah: <Yes!>

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

Nana pokes her head into the store, looking around. "This place's s'posed to be magic, huh...?

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Denali is sitting behind a desk, watching a video of tiny orange men singing about assumption of risk.

The store itself is neatly organized with a "REJECTS! DON'T TOUCH!" Bin nearby, for those unfamiliar with mystic arts, they wouldn't notice that it has a perception filter on it, thus nobody notices it, and instead sees the more mundane clothing.

Denali looks over at Nana, "Hello shortstuff and welcome to the Ersatz alliance, I'm filling in today, what can I help you with?"

"One'a those magic scarf things... and..." Nana notices a letterman jeskeck hanging on a hook nearby, and grabs it. "This jackecst."

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

"Ah yes the cursed top as I call it. It's special power is to deflect attention from it by making you incapable of saying what it is... WHY DOES THIS EXIST?!"

Denali sighs, stands up and straightens their pink suit, "As for magic scarves."

Denali looks outside and sees Silas walking away, "Oh you're friends with Silas? Have you met Arthur?"

"I dunno, seems like a perfectly normal jageck to me." Nana shrugs. "Big guy, shiny metal, crazy rich, kinda weird? Yeah, I know 'm."

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

"Excellent! Now!"

Denali smiles as several gem hands come up and clap, the rejects bin flying over to Nana and sitting before her, "Inside that bin is a item that could turn you into a pokemon! Or turn you into a rock... you never know with Mew."

Denali smirks and continues, "Of course once you find your item, legally I can't just sell a rejected product to you SOOOOOOO... there will be a test!"

Nana's halfway through rifling through the bin when she looks up in shock. "Test?! I dunno algebra!!"

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Denali stares at Nana for a moment, knowing they shouldn't abuse this power. But they do anyways.

"Quick what's 9 plus 10!"

"Fuck uhhhh 21"

She dabs. The jeskegt goes flying.

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Denali laughs as a gem hand catches the eggset (FUCK), and Denali pats Nana on the shoulder, "Oh you and I are gonna get along great."

Another gem hand reaches into the bin and pulls out a scarf for Nana, "Here you are. Now, are you ready for the actual test?"