Paula: When you work in a multiverse-based organization, you tend to travel to a lot of worlds, you know. I turned into a Corphish in one world way across the multiverse.
Mobius Airship
PEFE!Every: Hm. I suppose that tracks.
Spark: <Does it? Does it really?>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.-Paula raises an eyebrow at Spark-
Paula: Does it not track?
PEFE HQ, Minstrel's Meadery
-Lissa flinches and jumps back as the balloon Eevee pops.-
Lissa: Whoa, dude, calm down! Like you said, you've got it now. And hell, you don't even need to do anything with it. Sometimes it's just a nice thing to have, being able to hold onto the fact that somewhere, someone out there knows your name.
-She smirks again.-
Lissa: Assuming you remember that you gave it to them in the first place.
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 9th 2018 at 8:14:46 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.PEFE BEER!
"Exactly," he said cuttingly.
"I can remember sharing my name - more often than not - but I can never know for certainty if they remember my name," he observed, chugging half the Lemonade. That's the stuff.
"I'm not gonna do anything infamous because I still have my morality, but let's just say that when a lot of people you associate with are heroic, you kinda become a face in the crowd despite your deeds," he considered.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]PEFE HQ, Minstrel's Meadery
-Lissa gives a hic-chuckle.-
Lissa: Haven't you seen the news recently? Infamous is in. You and I could get some domino masks and skintight spandex, come up with some stupid names, and bam! We're supervillains. Instant fame overnight, and if it gets too much for you, you can always retreat back into comfortable anonymity at the drop of a hat. Not a bad gig, huh?
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 9th 2018 at 8:19:37 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.PEFE BEER!
"Okay, I'm gonna be the voice of reason here and say - " he interrupted himself to illusion up a megaphone that amplified his voice enough to be loud for humorous reasons but not enough to damage anyone's ears.
"YOU'RE NOT DRINKING ANY MORE TONIGHT."
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]PEFE HQ, Minstrel's Meadery
-Lissa jumps in surprise as Colton starts Suddenly Shouting, but after she recovers she trails off into helpless giggling, slumping against the bar.-
Lissa: Killjoy. Still, you're probably right. Any more and I won't know who's bed I'll be waking up in come morning. Not that that's always a bad thing, mind...
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.PEFE BEER!
Colton stared at Lissa incredulously.
Mindscape
"I'm concerned for her!" Insecurity chimed, pressing the button.
"If she knows this happens why does she do it?" Strategist asked, Smartass gesturing to him and pressing his own button.
"You'd think she knows this is a problem," Otaku considered.
"I think what terrifies me the most is that she seems fine with it," Ambition breathed.
Reality
Colton facepalmed.
Powerful winds radiated outwards, knocking over every unsecured drink in the room, wine glasses colliding with each other but none of them shattering.
Any other concurrent carnage depends on how sturdy the materials in the rooms are.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]Mobius Airship
PEFE!Every: -shrugs-
You do seem like someone with potential to be a Dark-type.
Spark: -sighs-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.-Paula beams-
Paula: That's the best compliment anyone's ever given me!
PEFE HQ, Minstrel's Meadery
-The corridor and bar are both fairly sturdy, since they're made up of the same sturdy material as the rest of PEFE HQ, but Elegist looks up at Colton with an annoyed look regardless.-
Elegist: <Hey, idiota! Could you stick to wrecking homes rather than my bar?>
-Lissa doesn't react, since she's fallen asleep on top of said bar.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 9th 2018 at 9:08:20 AM
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.-Mezzo mumbles something in her sleep as Pianis opens the door-
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.PEFE BEER!
“Heh, sorry,” Colton apologized, looking at Lissa’s slumbering form.
He rolled his eyes and threw up a Pokéball. Julius landed beside his trainer and dragged Lissa onto his back.
“I’m gonna go see to it she doesn’t sleepwalk or anything. C’mon, Julius,” he said to his Stoutland as he started walking to the door. “let’s see if this place has lofts or something.”
Julius nodded and followed his trainer out of the bar.
Where Lissa lied earlier was now where a reasonable tip lay from Colton’s pockets.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]PEFE HQ, Minstrel's Meadery
-Elegist sighs, but telekinetically collects the tip, as the peacefully-sleeping Lissa is carried back to an actual bed by Julius.-
Hoenn Battle Frontier, Battle Base
-Assuming Kai is currently here, they may feel their phone buzzing as they receive a text.-
From: Kahlia
hey beautiful~
long time no see
wyd? <3
-Kai observes the battles going on through the base from the Boss's Room, sighing as they watch a trainer fail their challenge.-
Kai: Dammit, they were so close to finishing, too. Ah well.
-Their phone buzzes. They check... and fumble and almost drop their phone in surprise at the sender.-
Kai: Oh gosh.
-Holly facepalms from the side of the room.-
From: Kai
Oh, hey! It really has been a while.
Unfortunately I'm working right now, it's kinda boring tbh. :/
-To be clear, Kai has never received a "wyd" message in their life and has no idea what it's supposed to imply beyond the actual literal question it stands for.-
Stormchaser, Pianis's Cabin
-It's Amanita!-
-and also Avery!-
Amanita: Hey, Pianis.
-she walks in, Avery following with some confusion-
Amanita: This is Avery, by the way. She's new to the J-team.
Avery: No I'm not.
Amanita: She is though.
Mobius Airship
PEFE!Every: It's not a compliment. I'm stating facts.
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Lumiose
-A bunch of people in gunmetal blue hardsuits pour over a number of documents on a table, detailing various factions of this particular Earth-
Wanderer: So... you followed those Team Locke folks over to this universe, and we have reason to believe that the Red Talon has an interest in procuring Mobius' resources.
Calvin: -Placing his helmet on the table- Affirmative.
Judith: -Pinches bridge of nose- This complicates things immensely, especially now that Mobius showed its hand last week. They're definitely gonna try to swoop in like vultures on a carcass once the J-Team's done with them.
Calvin: -Pulling out a pocket-sized device with a red button- We should call the fleet, last I checked they're actually nearing this universe.
Wanderer: -Shakes head- Not yet, we still have no idea where their actual base is, and attacking them that openly would just have them go to ground. Again. I should've hit that airship with like 20 lightning strikes, almost nothing gets up from that.
Calvin: -Counting with his fingers- So that's interfering in the affairs of other worlds, this nutso multiverse fusion plan, crimes against multiverse peace, using those abominations, this terrorism stunt... Multiman's gonna be in jail for a long time. If not by us, then by this universe's authorities, which is good enough for me, Commander.
Judith: -Arms folded- I feel like we can put the squeeze on him at least, make the J-Team's job a bit easier.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.Stylus lifts his arms to prevent the catch and takes the moment to dodge the flamethrower, though he does get singed a bit.
<You know, you may be part flying type, but, you're still a big dragon mon that breathes fire. Meaning->
Stylus proceeds to use Close Combat right on Vito's gut at this range.
Pianis: Hey. Good to see you. I was just wondering about you.
Mezzo: Why does the name Avery sound familiar? Also, why are you here and not Ever?
Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.PEFE - Ambigious Location
Interior of Colton’s Backpack
Julius and Colton walked in the infinite expanse, the zipper behind them the one source of light aside from the light from the human’s phone. Eventually they rested their eyes on an old gray couch that they laid Lissa’s body on and draped a blanket over.
Colton placed a few Pokéballs beside Julius from his pockets and outlined the instructions. Keep watch and don’t let her sleepwalk and endanger herself. Tag out when one of them sleeps on the job.
Julius, Sylveon, Lucario and Mae were assigned to keep watch. Who knows who Lissa would wake up to?
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[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]PEFE HQ, Ambiguous Location
-After a few hours, Lissa stirs on the grey couch, rubbing her forehead.-
Lissa: Ugh... where am I? How long was I out for?
Battle Base
From: Kahlia
oh, you working too? i've got a big job coming up real soon
but i have a lil bit of time to unwind first~
i would ask you out on another date but you seem like a business before pleasure kinda person <3
Pianis's Cabin
Avery: Uh, who?
Amanita: They got pretty hurt when we all got dragged into another universe. I think they needed some time alone. Are you all alright?
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.PEFE HQ - Colton’s Backpack
A Luxray, sitting on her haunches, looked at her, but not with the same soul-piercing glare her species was known for. More with concern than anything else. The sleeping forms of a Stoutland, a Sylveon and a Lucario with an Expert Belt around his waist lay beside her.
<You okay?> she asked, getting up on the couch with Lissa and walking in circles a bit, getting comfortable as she attempted to rest her head on her lap.
<You blacked out a few hours ago. You’re in our trainer’s backpack right now, in a room a few doors down from the bar you passed out in.>
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[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
PEFE BEER!
"Recognition feels good," Colton snapped, the balloon Eevee violently bursting in a reflection of his indignation. "When was the last time a debugger was directly thanked for his contribution?!"
"Uh, sorry you had to see that," he apologized, setting aside the finished cup of lemonade and grabbing a can from his backpack, letting it crackle and fizzle as it simmered in his hand. "I've just kinda learned to go along with not getting special attention, but now that I'm getting it, at least I think I am, I don't know what to do with it," he realized.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]