N’s Castle

“Well shit,” Colton breathed, speaking for himself and Kazuma as the were grass’d into unconsciousness.

D.C., however, tanked the move, his Steel-type serving as resistance enough to keep him standing, if barely. He grabbed Category 5 and rained down fire on the Calavera, maniacally laughing.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

-To F!Robin(?)-

Corrin: He's... well, he can just sort of do plenty of things and not really do many of them. Jack of all trades, master of none, and all.

-To M!Robin-

Corrin: Last I heard, he was around here. Complaining about... future people...?

PEFE HQ

F!"Robin": "Interesting to know that you have those here, too..."

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

PEFE HQ, hace mucho tiempo

Channah: -to Archer- This guy who came back to stop Tagg and Solana from dying. Or something. But it must be some other shitty thing about to happen, since you don't know him.

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

PEFE HQ, Tagg's Office

-Pacing-

What am I going to say? What am I going to say?

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

PEFE HQ, today

Basil: -sniffs his way to Tagg's office and sits outside, panting lightly-

Channah: -follows him and regards the door with a slight smirk before knocking- Uh, hey. Tagg? Or are you Dr. Tagg when you're in here?

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

PEFE HQ, Colt's Backpack

-Lissa has proven reluctant to leave the grey couch that she fell asleep on, and in lieu of anything else to do, has sent out her newly-caught Sneasel, who is currently kneading her claws against said couch.-

Lissa: ...So I can't exactly just keep calling you "Sneasel". I'd be pretty offended if anyone else in the Faction kept calling me "human", even if we were some kinda fantasy or sci-fi adventuring party in some RPG dating sim bullshit.

Sneasel: <I'm gonna be honest with you, lassie, you're not making a lick of sense right now.>

Lissa: I can't just pick a name out of a hat either, though. It has to fit. I mean, I'd also be ticked off if... if...

If someone gave you a name. Took away yours. Took away who you are. Took away your choice. Made you into a tool, unable to act, speak, or think unless he allowed it. Too long like that and you'd start to break down, to bite at your tongue and tear at your skin, just to prove you had feelings that were still your ow-

Sneasel: <Lassie?>

-Lissa blinks her eyes open to see the Sneasel sitting on her lap, looking her in the eyes.-

Sneasel: <Is there anything to eat around here? This place looks bloody barren.>

-Lissa stares for a moment before shaking her head.-

Lissa: ...Y'know what? It can wait.

Sneasel: <Maybe for you, it can. I'm goddamn starving over here.>

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 10th 2018 at 11:52:15 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.

Arthur fiddled with his new belt and the several pokeballs that rested on it, Hayden was still walking him through the facility. Despite his... unusual tastes in how to fix problems with energy production, Hayden had proved useful in at least explaining things.

<My last recommendation is a rather... violent subject, but seeing as you are a ancient hero, it should be no problem at all. Just don't expect a typical response. We last found him in Kalos, tranquilizers and Gel Rounds helped us capture him and bring him here.>

Arthur looked over into one of the holographic pits and there rushing through everything was a Blaziken with a letterman jacket, beating the face in of every holo-grunt with a baseball bat. Arthur watched in horror at how quickly every hit was and how fast the Blaziken was moving.

"What's his name?"

<He only calls himself Jacket, and he doesn't speak, he has a old recording device that somehow plays everything he wants to say, we have yet to determine the method.>

Arthur blinked, "Any... positives?"

<He seems exceptionally obedient, just needs a strong hand to guide him. The bat is from his attempts to be a vigilante, we're hoping that you might be that strong hand. Make him... less prone to violence.>

"You want me to tame him?"

<We want you to help him.>

Arthur sighed and stepped into the ring, Jacket stopped and stared at Arthur, "Please leave the area. Bodily Injury And/Or Death Can Occur."

Arthur just stared, "Are you threatening me?"

"Nein." <Do you like hurting other people is what I'm trying to ask.>

He smiled, "Good, that would not end well."

"Warning. Overconfidence can result in severe injury. Please always remember to be aware of your situation and location. Thank you, and Have a Nice Day."

"Ooooh, now you're threatening me."

Jacket said nothing and just stared, tilting his head at Arthur, slowly lifting the bat.

Arthur caught on and frowned, "Don't. Try it."

Jacket stopped, and blinked a little, "Disculpe."

"I have faced things tougher than you and always came out victorious no matter how challenging."

Jacket smirked a bit, that had his attention.

"Now, I understand you've tried vigilante work. That I can understand, but you need direction."

Jacket's eyes widened and he was smiling.

"I can't promise you a lot, but I can promise adventures and more, maybe we'll right some wrongs, but at this point, we'll see."

Jacket dropped the bat, Arthur was rather surprised.

"However, one little problem, if you try to cross me or cause trouble, I will make your existence unbearable in whatever way possible, discipline won't be a problem? RIGHT?!"

Jacket was a little taken aback but gave a thumbs up. <We're good. We're cool.>

Arthur smiled, "Welcome to Team Knight."

Tagg's Office

-To Channah-

Please don't, still makes me feel weird even after a decade. I just can't get Every and Tracer to quit calling me that so I don't bother anymore.

Besides, my own girlfriend Okay that also feels weird to say but whatever calling me that feels extra weird.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

PEFE HQ - Backpack Interior

Without warning, some redhead in his late teens, in casual attire with a particularly glistening choker partially obscured by his shirt leans over the back of the couch, looking at the both of them in silence before speaking up.

"Rei's Pokeball doubles as an icebox," he said, looking at the Sneasel. "C'mon, I'll escort you," he offered.

<Sounds like she woke up,> a distant voice said before a flash entered into the backpack and dropped down in proximity to the ever-present rift it appeared from.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PEFE HQ

Channah: Well that's good, 'cause I don't wanna start. You busy? Got something to show you.

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

Downtown Gym

Benedetta: "Not bad. I look forward to watching you fight against the Elite 6."

-She holds up a badge and tosses it.-

Harold recieved the Tempest Badge!

---

PEFE HQ - Awkward Silence

Isbrand: "I, uh, don't hold anything against beneveolent Glitches, for the record."

---

PEFE HQ - Bayonetta Reference

Cereza: "I go by Cereza now...but yes. Now, a dirty rat...Enzo, yes?"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Phoenix OS: [That wasn't my concern...]

Alyssa: It's just, uh...

Skye: Kind of a big bombshell to drop so casually.

Alyssa: What she said.

PEFE HQ, Colt's Backpack

-Lissa starts and rolls over to face the figure addressing her.-

Lissa: What? I already told you, I'm not going-

-She stops as she actually gets the chance to see him for the first time, and her expression splits into a smile.-

Lissa: ...Why, hello there. How come you haven't introduced yourself before now, huh?

Sneasel: <Ach, finally, someone with their head screwed on right. Lead the way, fella.>

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 HQ - Backpack Interior

"Because I have my own things to do," he said succinctly, slightly annoyed, as he began walking, leading the Sneasel to Rei's Pokeball.

For some reason, a sword sheathed in a golden scabbard rested across the redhead's back.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Tagg's Office

-To Channah-

Okay, lead the way.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

PEFE HQ, Colt's Backpack

-Lissa rolls her eyes as she sits up.-

Lissa: ...Okay then. Man, why are all the guys in this place so uptight? I feel like I oughta have ironed my uniform or polished my shoes or something.

Sneasel: <Wait, you haven't polished your stones? Well then, you oughta. Polished rocks are the best rocks.>

-She and her newly-found trainer keep following the redhead over to Rei's Pokeball.-

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.

Pianis's Cabin

Avery: ...I'm gonna go now.

Amanita: I'll catch up with you later?

Avery: Eh.

-she heads out-

Amanita: ...Well.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

PEFE HQ

Halfway to their destination, two different Pokeballs opened up. A Lucario and Weavile both materialized, the former quickly rushing over and grabbing the latter's Great Ball.

<Xatu told us everything,> Rei summarized, partially muffled by Lucario's translating paw over her mouth.

"Honestly?" The redhead said. "I don't see myself as uptight," he said as he readjusted the sword on his back and rubbed the hilt with his right hand with minor nervousness.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PEFE HQ, Colt's Backpack

-Lissa blinks at the redhead's discomfort, as well as at the sudden appearance of Rei and Lucario, but decides to go along with it.-

Lissa: ...Right.

-The Sneasel, however, looks slightly more confused.-

Sneasel: <Wait. What's a Xatu, and what the hell's this everything it told you all about?>

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 10th 2018 at 1:14:53 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.

-Mezzo shrugs and rolls over-

Pianis: What was that about?

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

Harold recalled everyone and picked up his Lucario as he took the badge, "Thank you very much. I look forward to the Elite 6 Matches!"

He walked out.

Silas looked about and grumbled, rubbing his stump where his left arm was, "Ow... okay... back here then."

Stylus was sitting there, <Hi me.>

"Hello me... why are we back here?"

<Mostly because you like the idea of talking to yourself... Also seriously we have a new arm! Make it form in here!>

Silas blinked and gave it some thought, before them arms of silver formed over the stumps, the two waved them a bit, "Okay... need to memorize the details a bit more, but there we go. And what else?"

<Still having trouble controlling that berserker rage in Mega-Form?>

"Well you would know."

<Yes, I do, and as we're both the same person just different minds, oh my god work on it!>

"I'm in agreement."

<Also, get that arm checked, I think we might have tore something during that fight. You'll know when you wake up.>

"Wait wha-"

Stylus awoke and shook his head, Harold was looking over him, "Hey pal."

<Hey,> Stylus responded, stretching, only to hear something pop and for his left arm to twitch, <Uh...>

"You okay there?"

<I think something in my arm might be broken,> Stylus responded as he tried to move it, the response was sluggish and slow, with the sound of grinding gears.

<I think I overdid that fight.>

PEFE HQ

"Psychic/Flying type, amazing psychic abilities, able to communicate telepathically, and odds are he basically just told them about what we were talking about before we met up," the redhead summarized, removing his hand from his sword.

<He said something about "white noise", too,> Lucario noted, translating himself.

Rei wasn't listening. She just went into her Pokeball to get the food.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 10th 2018 at 5:16:56 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PEFE HQ

Channah: No, no. It's just this. -comes closer and shows Tagg a sheet of paper with a bunch of names and some numbers written on it- This number here is all the Wobbuffetts in the Family at last count. 129. I won't read the whole thing to you, but the - Big Six - the dons, they call themselves - are named Alessandro, Domenico, Melchiorre, Peppe, and Sebastiano. And, uh, Montanari, obviously. He's the youngest and the least amoral. -pause- I'm not responsible for those names, they chose them. They're the leaders, the Family doesn't do anything without their permission. The only one they answer to is Garrett, who doesn't order them around as much anymore, and some distant members of the Family don't even know their names. Most of the group is in Johto, some are in Hoenn and Kanto, a few are in Kalos, Angela, and I think the Sevii Islands? Yeah. So... They mostly do their own thing. They can take care of themselves and I'm not asking you to do anything, but they are, y'know. My Pokemon, technically. And since we're - this - now, they might try to creep on you a bit more. I don't know. Either way, I didn't tell them I'm telling you this, so there's that. Did I miss anything?

Basil: -sits there with his tongue hanging out-

Channah: Guess not. So. Now you know. In case you ever wondered.

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

PEFE HQ, Colt's Backpack

-Lissa shrugs, apparently neither hearing nor acknowledging Lucario's comment about white noise.-

Lissa: Okay, well, is there some chance he can get us out of here, then? No offence, but this place kinda freaks me the fuck out.

-Meanwhile, the Sneasel nods along in time the redhead's comments, with just enough enthusiasm to suggest that she doesn't really understand anything that's being said.-

Sneasel: <...Gotcha. And this white noise, it's edible, right? Like green leaves or poison ivy?>

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.