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Homer, taking the paper: Alright, wish me luck.
-"Homer walks out his Alakazam and Umbreon behind him. Leaving Lita with his Missdreavus, cubone, and kadabra."-
Mokuba, holding up a pen: <Wanna draw on Zags?>
-"Homer walks around, not to sure where to go."-
Homer: Let's see, our best bet would be to find where this guy use to live, so maybe to post office would know.
Anubis: <We could also try the phone service, see if they can tell us anything.>
Melly: <We could just leave and not do anything.>
-"Anubis and Homer look at Melinoe with irritation."-
Homer: Or, we could try the towns professor. Sycamore, or something.
-"A piplup sneaks around an ally, looking left and right before turning around."-
Piplup: <Alright guys, the cost is clear grab your stuff and... guys?>
Voice in the darkness: <watch thyn tongue naiv, for the darkness does not discriminate whom she will consume. Only the chosen few may speak with her in such a man->
-"The annoyed piplup fires a bubble beam and a startled rowlet jumps out of the shadows concealing her."-
Rowlet, teary eyed: <What'd you do dat for huh?>
Piplup: <Oh look, the darkness hates water, better hope the dude who wrote signs doesn't sue you.>
-"There's a sudden scream down the street and the two turn to see a torchick pecking at a woman's purrs."-
Torchik, with a brooklen accent: <There, you like that, ya think yurr tough, I'm a kick yur ass ya scaly turd.>
-"The torchick continues to beat up the inanimate object while the other birds sigh at their friend."-
Edited by OlympianSoul on Jul 9th 2018 at 6:04:56 AM
A man in a leather jacket might be near Nana when she tries reading the letter.
In that elsewhere, a Fraxure comes to try and break the Torchic away from their assault.
Akravator: <Hey, what's that for? This woman or her purse don't look like they're going to harm you.>
-"Not really listening, the torchik firers an ember at the bag, causing the woman to run away in fear."-
Torchik, proudly: <days right, don't fack did me, I'll kick yo are...> -finally realizes the dragon type is there- <Yo, what you want, wanna go or someden?>
Piplup: <Sorry, that things ours, please don't eat him.>
Rowlet: <Nay, but thiy must teach dis battle hungry chick a lesson in humility, less he make folly of our journey.>
Piplup: <...dude, what?>
Torchik, angry: <Oh quite yet squawking, she started it. Her purrs looked at me funny.>
"H-hey, uh..." Nana waves the leather dude over with the letter. "C'n ya read whatever language this is?"
The Leather Dude hears Nana talk to him and present the note in Kalosian.
Leather Dude: "Uh, sure, I can read this, yeah."
He looks over it.
"Uh... He says you seem to have had a difficult life and needed some help, but doesn't know what he could do with his own family needing his help too. He says he enjoyed talking with you. Something about you not being very smart, but he's kind of confused with how the world is too. He says his own descendant's brilliant and ready for the world and also something about missing an arm. And that you're not stupid, you're more like him and the world doesn't make sense, so thanks for being his equal. There's money inside and he'll say hi to your ancestor if he meets him. From Arthur."
"...Ohhh, right, that guy. Guess some of this stuff makes sense now."
"But, uh, yeah, that's what it says."
Fraxure: <Uh, it's a purse. I don't think it can look at you.>
"Guaaahh..." She sniffles, hugging Leather Dude suddenly. "Th-that's the nicest thing anyone's ever s-said to me..."
Leather Dude is a bit surprised and a bit startled at the sudden hug, but given her state... just kind of pats her back.
Leather Dude: "Uh, glad to help you understand it then."
Edited by CorvusAtrox on Jul 9th 2018 at 8:51:50 AM
"I-I gotta... I gotta do something good with this money... I gotta buy out a Toys "R" Us and give it to homeless kids or somethin'..." And with that, she Heelys away.
Leather Dude watches Nana as she Heelys away.
Leather Dude: "Ah, wait, uh..."
"...Is that enough to buy one of those? Aren't they closing down?"
"...Eh, I... don't think I can catch her now so I'll just... ask her how that went if I see her later or... something."
A bit confused at the whole affair, he shakes his head and heads off.
-How do you solve the problem of empathy?-
-Pent found himself in a well of ponderence over that thought. How do you solve the problem of empathy?-
-He was in that valley between the emotive common folk and the cold exceptional few, too much empathy and too much potential to exercise that empathy-
-And yet he'd never wish to lose either-
-Which still left the problem of empathy. How do you stop yourself trying to solve every problem that tugs your heart when you've got the means to?-
-By recognizing it's not always a problem you should solve. By recognizing that the world is filled with countless problems everyday and no one man can solve them all.-
The Pen manifested next to Pentigan and looked at him, -You have the means to try and fix a problem, but there is the very real possibility that you may end out making it worse from a misguided attempt to fix a issue. Empathy is helpful, but you must know when to stop yourself and detach. It doesn't mean you've sacrificed your empathy, it just means you've recognized when something is beyond you.-
The Pen smirked a bit, -The issue is that you're thinking of your empathic nature as a problem, "Caring to much" is only a problem if you let it control you, and take actions without thinking them through. Reapply it, use it to really look at every action you wish to take and what the most likely outcome is.-
The Pen rolled its shoulders a bit, -Do what you can to help others, but don't go leaping into every problem like its yours. That is gonna be hell on your mental health, and risk hurting people.-
The Pen patted Pentigan on the shoulder, -You'll be fine.-
Music is Terryfold by Chaos Chaos in case the link dies
-Channah is draped lazily across her couch, listening to some relaxing music and reading a book while Lo preens nearby-
Lo: <...Just idle curiosity - are you ever going to give Tagg his present?>
Lo: <His birthday present that you promised.>
Channah: ... ... ...Ah fuck. -gets up and starts looking around-
Lo: <"Soon", then.>
Channah: -comes out from around a corner with a cardboard box and kneels down to rummage through it- Is this more a' Garrett's stuff that the Family shipped in from Angela?
Lo: <Hm, it appears to be.>
Channah: Thought we threw most of that out. -rips open the box and flings out dusty CDs of 2000s-era punk rock groups, dismantled pokeballs with obscene [Spanish] words written on them in permanent marker, and fake rubber insects, then pauses. She carefully lifts out a Pokemon egg- ...
Lo: -haughtily- <If you think I'm going to sit on that for you, think again.>
Channah: -taps it gently, then stands, turns off the lights, and grabs a flashlight, holding it up to the egg and inspecting it-...Someone must've not wanted to raise their baby.
Lo: -cocks her head- <It's still alive? After shipping?>
Channah: -distracted- Yeah. -turns on the lights and stares at the egg, rubbing it to keep it warm- ...Tagg's already got like 5 million Pokemon.
Lo: (So much for all those good intentions days ago.) -rolls her eyes- <Well, as human gifts go and as far as I understand them, you could do much worse. I would say it's only somewhat thoughtless as opposed to entirely so.>
Channah: -is walking down the halls to look for Tagg, accompanied by Mari-
-Joins in Smash-
-Is pacing up and down the halls within earshot of Channah and Mari-
Channah: -sees Tagg and starts over to him- (Must be thinking about something.) Hey.
Mari: -waves cheerfully-
-Waves to Channah and Mari-
Channah: -hesitates, then pulls out a Pokémon egg from behind her- Happy birthday. Finally. If you don't want it, that's totally fine, I understand. Sorry it's late.
-Taking Schrodinger's Mon Egg-
It's fine, I really appreciate it.
Muddy: <I guess that means Hitodama and Akiko have a new sibling now.>
Mark gives an incredulous look before finally saying, "Well, I don't think we're going to get more information out of them. Unless you got any other questions Hajime, I think we should get going."
-Pent sighs and nods a little-
-He starts walking, nowhere in particular really...-
Channah: Oh, good. It's special courtesy of the Family. -beat- I'm sorry in advance if it's a Wynaut.
Mari: <But you love Wynaut! You always hug and snuggle all of them on Family visits!>
Channah: Yeah, but - never mind. Anyway, yeah. Hopefully it won't be hard to raise.
Can't be any worse than the fossils, or my Hydreigon.
-Amidst the crowds thronging through the streets of Lumiose City, most people aren't looking twice at the Jaide Jewellers storefront. This works to the advantage of the Delphox crouched by the air ventilation unit on the rooftop, and the masked individual perched next to her dressed in a black-and-pink Salazzle costume.-
Delphox: ~Okay, one security camera loop set up, as promised. I'm afraid the system automatically refreshes every fifteen minutes, so you're going to have to be quick, darling.~
Whiptail: Fifteen minutes? I'll be done in five, Rue, don't you worry.
-She takes a small capture from her belt and taps the powder out into the vent as the Delphox rolls her eyes.-
Ventrue: ~If you say so. Don't be too long, now.~
Whiptail: Come on. When am I ever not on time?
-One of the lenses of her mask winks at Ventrue, before she darts to the back of the building and jumps off, her costume's tail catching the balcony and easing her down to the fire escape where a Salazzle waits.-
Whiptail: Ready to go, Tizzie?
Tzimisce: <Blood slides. Down the schoolhouse walls they will answer. The call from the fourth illusion.>
Whiptail: Awight! Get the door, would you?
-Tzimisce nods and turns to the metal door in front of her, using Flamethrower to melt through the lock. After about thirty seconds, the door swings open, and Whiptail steps forward into the store.-
Whiptail: Hello, Lumiose! I must say, it's a pleasure to be here in the World's! Greatest! City! Now then, who's ready to see the scheming, the glamourous, the one and only Whiptail in action?
-There is no reply. Mostly because everyone in the store, both customers and staff, have been rendered unconscious by the Sleep Powder floating through the air.-
Whiptail: Huh. Tough crowd. In that case, I guess I'll just-
???: <Stop right there, criminal scum!>
-An Air Slash scythes between the aisles of jewelry cabinets, Whiptail only escaping it due to her costume's tail grabbing one of the light fixtures above and pulling her up.-
-She wheels around to face the Noctowl that attacked her, still hovering over the supine form of its trainer.-
Noctowl: <Prepare to face the aerial wrath of justice, you felonious->
Whiptail: Okay, cool it, Valiant Knight.
-She lashes out with the whip on her belt, which courses with electricity the moment it touches the Noctowl and sends it crashing to the ground.-
Whiptail: There we go.
-She thinks frustratedly to herself.-
Whiptail: Rue, explain to me how you were sifting through the guards' thoughts for two whole weeks and somehow didn't manage to catch that one had a mon with Insomnia?
Ventrue: ~New hire, dearie. Besides, you dealt with him well enough.~
Whiptail: ...I suppose.
-She shakes her head, drops down, and starts walking through the rows of display cases, ignoring all the bodies and jewellery she passes while humming quietly to herself.-
Whiptail: You know that I've been drunk a thousand times, And these should be the best days of my life, life, It's not what I thought it was~
-She stops when she comes to the end of the isle, just before a display containing a fist-sized ruby, exquisitely carved. The plaque in front of it reads "The Ruby of the Red Continent".-
Whiptail: You know it would be strange, To live life in a cage, And only believe the things you see written on a page~
-She stares at the ruby for a few moments, smiling beneath her mask, before taking a metal contraption from one of her pockets and inserting it into the lock of the display. It clicks open in an instant.-
Whiptail: Thank you, Rue~
Ventrue: ~Don't thank me, thank modern cryptography. Just don't leave your calling cards this time, please?~
Whiptail: And where's the fun in that?
-She gently places four playing cards on the display, before reaching out and grabbing the ruby with both hands. Immediately, alarms start blaring all over the shop.-
Whiptail: Aaaand that's our cue. Grelly?
-She sends out a snarling Crobat.-
Gangrel: <Oh? Are you finally ready to let me feed upon the->
-Gangrel suddenly chokes upon the powder-filed air.-
Gangrel: <Ack! What... what is->
Whiptail: That stuff in the air is Sleep Powder, and it'll knock you out in another twenty seconds unless you get us out of here.
Gangrel: <You... you heinous...>
Whiptail: Let's go, okay?
-Despite muttered protests, Gangrel allows Whiptail to get on board, and the two go flying out of the store through one of the rear windows.-
Whiptail: We're not in the clear yet. Take us up to the rooftops.
-Gangrel soars forwards and upwards until the pair come to the roof of a nearby apartment building, where Ventrue is waiting.-
Ventrue: ~Took your time, didn't you?~
Whiptail: Two minutes, forty-two seconds. Not bad for a few millions' worth of gems. Or, well... gem. Though I've got special plans for this one.
Ventrue: ~You can explain those later, maybe?~
Whiptail: Of course. Just get us out of here, and I assure you, everything will be made apparent~
-Ventrue smirks, just before the supervillain and her three Pokemon disappear with a blip.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 10th 2018 at 4:02:11 PM
JD had split from Shotlo for the time being, their time at the casino had lead nowhere but JD was certain it was involved. For now he needed to collect his thoughts and think of a alternate route.
Unfortunately the blinding lights and deafening sirens made that hard, JD looked up and saw several police cruisers starting to surround a apartment complex, a tall one in fact. The gears turned and JD stepped forward.
A officer stopped him, "Hey! Who are you?"
JD gave it some thought, "Jack Denton. Private Investigator."
"Never heard of you."
"I'm not from around, my credentials are a bit hard to place. What's the situation?"
The officer gave JD a look and frowned, "That's a need to know pal. Don't need any civilians stepping in making things worse."
JD quirked a brow, before turning to the Police-Mon, a Large Arcanine wearing what appeared to be a vest and armor, "Care to tell me?"
<Hostage situation, it's not as if you can understand me anyways. But some rich tech guy's been injured, his wife is fine but their daughter is currently at the mercy of some angry Pory who built itself a body out of spare parts around the apartment.>
"Hostage situation? Porygons. I can help."
Both the officer and the Arcanine looked at JD with shocked, "Did yo-"
JD smirked, "I'm full of surprises," he responded with a brief flash in his eyes to emphasize the point. He turned to the apartment and marched forward, none of the police stopped him, though he could hear a few Police Porys going on about the surprise.
He was a bit annoyed when one decided to call him Ducktective.
JD entered the apartment and looked about, scanner activating and looking for clues as he mentally ran some systems checks, making sure he didn't need the new internal weaponry that Clever had outfitted the body with, hopefully never. He wanted to be human, and needed to maintain that look at all costs.
Police were talking with one of the victims, a Mrs. Daleus, the scanner picked up on her and displayed some news feeds about the woman as well as what her current response was.
JD stepped forward to Sarah and turned off his scanner. Sarah looked at him, and then noticed he didn't have a badge or anything, "W-Who are you? Why are they sending you in to save my little girl?!"
JD responded calmly, "I'm a specialized negotiations contractor. I have experience dealing with situations such at this. I will get your daughter back safely, now, can you tell me about anything that happened?"
Sarah took a deep breath and began to talk, explaining how Victor had been working with Porygon AI systems to develop something, something even better than before, then their Porygon Davy snapped and took over a few tools that Victor had been working on.
JD thanked Sarah and stepped forward, beginning to scan the room, to the shock of the police officers. He found Victor slumped against a wall, SWAT medical teams tending to his wounds, according to JD's scans, he'd live, but he was out for questioning.
The apartment was nice looking, had 4 rooms as well as a living room/kitchen combo, and access to a outside terrace with a pool. Money went a long way.
JD continued to scan until he noticed something, Amelie's room was open, the door was busted.
He entered, the room was a mess, signs of Amelie having struggled were here, she failed obviously, she was only 8 after all. Headphones sat there, music still playing, she must have missed everything until it was too late. JD pondered what would have motivated the Porygon to attack.
The answer came when he saw pictures of Amelie and Davy in the park, smiling as he popped in and out of a toy UFO.
This warranted further answers, what was Victor doing that caused Davy to snap, it couldn't have been good.
He marched over to the other room, with only a single word on the door: Workshop, before he was stopped by a officer.
"Hey, you're supposed to be negotiating right? Why aren't you?"
JD turned to the officer, "I'm gathering evidence, if I attempt to negotiate without knowing what the criminal is thinking, I may endanger the hostage even more."
The officer nodded, "Well hurry the fuck up, we got orders to move in soon."
JD nodded and picked up the pace, he entered the workshop.
It was even worse of a mess, twisted metal, broken cases, a bent soldering iron, as well as a large computer with what appears to be a swap machine and a singular pokeball inside it. JD didn't like where this was going, and was fairly certain Victor had broken some rules, "Note to self: Make sure Victor does time."
He activated the scanner and picked up some files, it was about Porygon experimentation, apparently how the PorygonZ evolution had come to be fascinated Victor, and he wanted to try and create his own evolution, or even fix the bugs with the Z-Type evolution. JD let out a deep sigh, there was always one person. The next file was on the experimentation on Davy, who had before been a electronic babysitter of sorts.
More files, something about a device called a PRB had inspired Victor and motivated him to try his own to see how it would work with his experiments, along with Davy snapping, the experiments went back months. Notes on how the workshop was soundproofed so the family could sleep if Victor needed to experiment. The designs for what Victor had built were incomplete and were more than likely to break down, he wasn't a proper robotics engineer it seemed.
JD could understand why Davy was angry, Still his response was out of line.
JD adjusted his outfit, turned off his scanner, and stepped out.
Davy's head hurt, he sat in this hulking shell of metal and plastic, the person he thought was his friend in hand. Amelie was crying, scared of him, Davy didn't care, he had called for help numerous times and she had ignored him. Victor had gotten his, now it was time fo-
Davy looked up and saw a new human face, not a cop or anyone, but a older looking face in a fancy coat.
JD stared at the slapdash body, it was inelegant and haphazard, it looked more in danger of shaking itself apart than seriously injuring anyone intentionally, though considering all Davy had been through, that made sense.
"I'm here to talk!"
From the body's loudspeakers came, "I don't want to talk! I want to be let go!"
"You know I can't let you do that, just let Amelie go, she's innocent."
The body roared, "She let me suffer! Every night for 4 months Victor played with my code, my body, with who I am trying to institute his idea of a change!"
"And he'll be punished for it, but you have to let Amelie go."
"She couldn't have known, her dad never told her, and your screams would've never reached her. She's a innocent in this."
The hulk shook a bit, it's grip loosened on the crying young girl, but not totally, lights from a police copter shone on the metal beast, Davy grumbled and moaned.
"You want to talk? Talk to me! But get rid of the others!"
JD looked at the Helicopter and the police inside, a Alakazam was charging a attack of some sort. JD waved them off, he couldn't risk Davy destabilizing and hurting Amelie.
The Pilot nodded and flew off, the Alakazam sending a telepathic message to JD, ~Hope you know what you're doing.~
JD resumed, getting closer and closer, "Just let her go Davy, it's too late to get out of this after you attacked Victor, what he did was wrong and he will be punished."
He could the sounds of police chatter about Victor and what he did, followed by the words, "When he wakes up, we're gonna have questions".
"But if you go any further than this tirade will be for nothing, you'll be a criminal who lashed out and hurt more, nobody will take your story as anything more than a deluded revenge fantasy. You may even risk permanent deletion."
Davy grumbled and his grip loosened more, slowly JD was making progress, "I want to get out of here! I'll let her go at the city outskirts! I'm making my getaway!"
"How do you plan to do that?" JD asked.
"This is a robot body, I'll just leap to the next building! I can make it!"
"It won't work Davy, Victor was a programmer by nature, his knowledge of robotics is severely limited, that thing will fall apart!"
"What do you know?!"
"Enough, I'm like you."
And for a moment, JD exited his shell, letting Davy and Amelie see who he was, what he was.
Davy let out a gasp in shock and stepped backwards, right off the back of the Terrace. JD panicked and darted forward, the world slowing as he ripped the arm that held Amelie off, down Davy fell to the street below, Amelie in shock as she was saved.
He heard the crash and looked over, there, having landed on a car was Davy's body. JD looked at Amelie and one thought entered his mind.
JD stepped out of the elevator, followed by several SWAT personnel who were taking the shocked family out. He looked over and saw a Metagross holding a containment tube with the despondent Green Striped Pory inside, he had survived the fall, made sense, the body took most of the damage.
As he stepped out he was greeted with several officers, and even a few reporters asking questions, JD rebuked them all and continued forward. He had just done his job.
The Arcanine smirked, <Well well. Seems this guy has potential.>
-Shun is still lying in hospital. Some of the bandages have been taken off him - he now only has two limbs suspended in the air instead of three, and portions of Shun himself are now visible. Tara is still sat next to him, playing with his phone.-
Shun: Could you please give that back?
Tara: In a moment, Shortstack. I'm almost done hacking the Interpol database and erasing my criminal record.
Shun: Wait, are you actually-
-Tara rolls her eyes and sets the phone down next to Shun.-
Tara: Relax, I was joking. I was never that good of a hacker. Besides, it's your phone, I'm not about to go snooping through it.
Shun: ...Right. Thank you.
-At that moment, the phone starts ringing.-
Tara: ...I'm guessing that's for you?
-He grabs the phone and answers it.-
Shun: Detective Shun Hontou, International Police. How can I help you?
???: Ah, good, this is the right number. Lemme check the passphrase... the significant Noctowl hoots in the night.
Shun: Uh... yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men?
???: Okay, so it is you. There's a whole bunch more verification I'm supposed to go through, but it's super long so I'm gonna skip it in case you need to take a leak or something. Anyway, you can call me Cal. I'll be your handler at Interpol from now on.
-Shun hesitates for a moment.-
Shun: Is that your real name?
Cal: Is "Hontou" yours?
Cal: Wow. I knew that already, but... wow.
-Shun rankles, but decides not to comment.-
Shun: What happened to my last handler? Inspector Lex?
Cal: Gross corruption. He's serving five years in an Angelan jail.
Cal: Yeah. There's a reason you haven't had any cases in a while, Boy Wonder. Honestly, I'm surprised you got to keep your badge at all after the mess you made of the Blaise case.
-Shun is silent as there is a shuffling of papers from Cal's end.-
Cal: Anyway, you're in luck. You're back on the Costumed Weirdos beat.
Shun: ...That's not a real department.
Cal: Well, there's enough of them now that we need someone to deal with them, and that's you. You've already been given access to the case files. Latest incident is a jewellery theft in Lumiose. Wasn't much taken, but the store's owned by some rich people with rich people problems and they've been up our ass about it.
Shun: I'll look into it. Anything else?
Cal: Well, I should probably tell you that there's one more case in Lumiose you've been attached to. Some private detective type designated as a PoI by Interpol.
Cal: Person of Interest. I'd leave this one to the actual cops, since this isn't like wannabe vigilantes where you just gotta be wacky enough to earn their trust. This case requires actual undercover skills. So let it be, kid.
Shun: ...Yes, sir.
Cal: Good. I'll be in touch.
-He hangs up.-
Tara: ...You're not actually gonna listen to him, are you?
Shun: Not for a moment.
Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 10th 2018 at 8:24:59 PM
R S M Factory
-Upon getting closer, it's clear that the being is a very stubby robot-like body with a Magnemite head-
Stubby guy:Not many...come here. Have you come...to hear his wonderous grace's...sermon...?
Weiss:Oh great, something annoying. Just smash it and-mnph!
Nier:-now clutching a angrly mumbling book.-<Weiss, shush!>
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