Stormchaser

Arvis: <Mostly well, Robin covers what I can't.>

Room

-Oh look, Arika and Ren are separate again-

Arika: Hey, Ludmilla, easy!

Ren: Brute force probably won't get us out of here.

Edited by Umbramatic on Jul 18th 2018 at 10:17:24 AM

Dunescape

-Blackened fabric, lingering smoke. It feels like the shadows themselves are here... But also it feels rather fake?-

If nothing else, Dune merely surrounds us instead of stands by us.

-Pent coughs-

This assumption is playing havoc on my vocal chords.

The Cafe

-Pent walks on over and takes a seat-

So yeah, date. It's happening.

Stormchaser, past

Mew: ~You've got an Espeon in your head, and...~

~You want to be an Espeon to match!~

-Mew's phone beeps-

~...Do you want to be an Espeon to match?~

A Café

“Date. Yeah. This is a thing. What do we do on these things? I’ve seen those cheesy romance movies, but they’re cheesy. Is it possible to avoid that?” She considered, her shirt supporting her question with “無”.

“Colt and all of us are completely inexperienced - we have no idea how these sorts of things go down in reality,” she conceded, ears drooping.

Lumiose

-Is currently doing some training with Limna-

Limna: -Smashes through a wooden board with a water-cloaked kick- <Yes!>

Would be nice if we managed to get our hands on some Blazikenite these days though, haven't been able to test some things yet...

Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 18th 2018 at 10:39:03 AM

Gogie: <That's cool.>

<...So, uh, you remember when I needed to keep your secret and said I had a crush on you?>

Stormchaser, past

Channah: -flaps- <Nono, I want him out of my head. I want him to be properly alive again, in a real body. Can you do that?> -her voice changes and her eyes glow white- <Mew.Iamalreadypowerful,butIwantmorecombatflexibility,ifpossible.> <Hale be quiet.> <SomethingunexpectedforanEspeon.> <Hale.>

Edited by Metanoia on Jul 18th 2018 at 10:45:26 AM

Lumiose

-A stout, somewhat-short, middle-aged man, hair still clinging to its natural green color, takes a break from his walk to observe Tagg and Limna's session-

-An elderly Blaziken with poofy white, pink-accented feathers◊ escorts him-

Older Man: That's an impressive Blaziken you have there. Her proportions look like a Hoennese Standard, but- he chuckles- hardly anything Standard about her, eh?

The Cafe

I... Don't know. All of my dates have either been cheesy or forged in the aftermath of danger... Or both, usually both. Like I generally consider a date to be like, questions and flirting and general light affection but that could easily fall into the cheesy archetype.

-Pause-

And I don't think there's any nearby danger that would suffice either...

Lumiose

-To the older man, getting some odd vibes off their Aura-

Limna's... special, yes.

Limna: -Looking at the other Blaziken- <I've never seen a Blaziken like you before.>

Yours is a fancy breed I'd assume?

Stormchaser, past

Mew: ~...OH.~

~Not something I usually do, but my intern split a person in two once, so I can make this work.~

-she cracks her knuckles-

~Alright! Probably works better if I already have some mass to work wi- oh, of course!~

-the spaghetti noodles swirl out of their boxes, forming a glowing cyclone as Mew understands and deconstructs their matter-

~OK, close your eyes... human, think of... green triangles, Espeon, think of pink elephants. That'll help me split you easier.~

Lumiose

Scheherazade: -coos- <Oh dearie, have you met any exotics before?>

Older Man: Ah, yes. My treasured Scheherazade, of the Sultan breed.

Tell me... Limna, you said?

What's your price?

Lumiose

Limna: -To Scheherazade- <Like the person from [One Thousand and One Nights]? Or that one person Tagg knows with the dragons?>

-To the older man-

Limna's a gift, and even if she wasn't I don't sell my friends. Who are you anyway?

A Café

“The fact that you said that basically means there’s going to be some misadventure or danger within a week that we’ll hear about two weeks later, be jealous about and then we’ll linger around the team for a month or so in the hopes we can get involved in some misadventure,” Ammy prattled.

“But enough about our collective jealousy, how have you been?”

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jul 18th 2018 at 8:17:31 AM

Stormchaser, past

Mari: <Eek!>

Big Savings: -drops her emptying box of pasta like it's electrified-

Channah: -looks suspiciously at the noodles, then reluctantly closes her eyes, stiffening- <...Okay. But. If Hale dies again on me - I will make you eat literal shit.> <Dohavesomefaithinthelegendary.Andinme.Idonotexpireeasily.> -mutters to herself about makeovers and green triangles-

Edited by Metanoia on Jul 18th 2018 at 11:20:27 AM

The Cafe

Do you want the cheery 'I've been fine' answer or the actual answer? Because the actual answer is that I've gotten caught up in some projects that involved assorted games and a little bit of desire, got really sad because of some logic about those projects and the delivery of the facts of that logic and now I'm kinda... Out of things to devote myself to?

... I forgot to wait for your answer on the question didn't I?

Café

“It would be hypocritical of me to call you out for the same faults that define me,” Amaterasu shrugged. “But I would rather neither of us lie on a first date. Hard as it is to ruin a first impression, when it’s ruined, it’s world-shattering,” she sighed wistfully.

“But if there’s any details you want to tell me about, bend an ear,” she offered.

Lumiose

Older Man: Who am I? I'm the world's foremost Blaziken collector, Paul.

1.000.000,000 [Euros], then?

Stormchaser, past

Mew: ~Sheesh, way to make me nervous. ♠~

-The light condenses, as Channah and Hale feel a furious summer evening breeze rip their souls apart...-

-ka-reconstruction!-

Mew: ~Huh, that was way easier than I thought.~

-the light fades, revealing a Gallade towering above the Flechinder-

Lumiose

Paul... now where have I heard that name before...

-More forcefully-

Once again, Limna is not for sale.

Lumiose Streets

-Ever and Guillaume are sitting on a bench, feeding Fletchling-

Ever: You ever feel like someone's about to get the living shit kicked out of them?

Guillaume: ...Are you threatening me?

-Ever blinks-

-fortunately they are saved from the need to respond by a Delibird-

Delibird: <Hello! You look like you're trying to feed Fletchling and be otherwise left in peace!>

Ever: You're spot on.

Guillaume: What's he saying?

Ever: I'll tell you later.

Delibird: <Have you considered that, by feeding Fletchling, you deprive yourself of food?>

Ever: I'm not a fan of birdseed, so—

Delibird: <Well, worry no more! For the low low price of whatever's in your wallet right now, I will sell to you a Delibird Frozen Feast! It's the hot new it— well, it's the cold new item that hasn't even hit the stores yet!>

Ever: Sounds unhealthy.

Delibird: <Would you call this sandwich unhealthy?>

-the Delibird pulls a sandwich out of his bag. It's been very carefully frozen-

Ever: I mean, I have no idea where you got that. For all I know it's—

...Wait.

Delibird: <Watching your weight? No need! The Delibird Ice in this sandwich contains no calories!>

Ever: First of all, ew. Second of all, not my concern. ...Third of all that wouldn't actually change the calories in the sandwich itself, and fourth of all that is my sandwich.

Delibird: <...I have no idea what you're talking about.>

-though the panicky feather-shedding tells a slightly different tale-

Ever: I think you do.

Delibird: <And I think— oh what in the world could that be?>

Ever: What?

-they turn around, and when they turn back, the Delibird is gone-

Ever: Stupid penguin. Wherever could he have gone?

Guillaume: He just...ran off when you were looking the other way.

Ever: I guess we'll just have to wait and see when he pops up next.

Guillaume: Look, I can see him running away. We could catch him.

Ever: Truly the Dark Souls of petty crime.

Guillaume: Sometimes I wonder if you actually understand Kalosian or if you just spout predictive text.

The Cafe Date

Alright. So started by wanting to make a 2B costume but I both wanted to make it cool with features but also avoid accidentally causing Automata to happen to me and then I realized that because-of-how-our-world-works-I-could-cause-Automata-to-happen-on-purpose-so-I-could-rescue-9S-but-then-Shift-sent-me-anemailaboutwhynoneofthiswouldworkanditgotmefeelingverysadandkindaattackedand...

-Breathe Pent, breathe-

Aaaaaah.

Stormchaser, past

Channah: -feeling the effects of the separation- <Aergh - > -blinks as the light fades, then her beak drops open-

Hale the Gallade: -does an experimental spin, accidentally unleashing a Psycho Cut that knocks both Mari and Big Savings out cold, then flexes- <Ah.Thewind.Theground.Physicalsensationreturns.Whatmasterfulwork...Andnotabadtrade.Almostaselegantasbefore.FarmorethanIwasexpectingfromnoodles.>

Channah: -starts to vibrate-

Hale: -scoops her up gently, speaking with more respect- <Mythanks.Mew.Weoweyou.Unfortunately.>

Channah: <... ... ... My baby... What did you do...>

Hale: -to Mew, beginning to restrain his trainer- <Andthereisourcuetopartways.Thankyouagain.>

Next to the Stormchaser

An airship. This is what he gotten into.

Alisher's right eye twitched slightly in irritation. He's seen his fair share of urban places to know that aerial vehicles most likely do not sell camping equipment. He circled around Julius to stare him straight in the eyes.

"What is this supposed to be?"

Café

“Colt dressed as [The Jesus of Suburbia]. [American Idiot] didn’t happen.

“Lucario dressed as [Frank West]. [Dead Rising] didn’t happen.

“Rei dressed as [Lilica Felchenerow]. [Arcana Heart] didn’t happen.

“D.C. dressed as [Albert Wesker]. [Resident Evil] didn’t happen.

“Go ahead and make that costume. I’ll help if I can,” she offered.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jul 18th 2018 at 9:11:20 AM

Stormchaser, Past

Mew: ~...what's wrong with noodles?~

-headtilt-

Lumiose

Older Man: ...

1.800.000,000 [Euros], final offer.

Scheherazade: <You would fit right in with my brood.>

Lumiose

-Visibly irritated-

For the last time, the answer is no.

Limna: <Brood?>

-Turning around-

Limna, let's go.