PEFE Holodeck

The ground gives out from under Colton, as his back slams into the ground, something he will feel in the morning. He manages to pick himself up, staring at Lissa’s presumably prone form with a Dark Pulse Orbitar held in front of his hand.

“Yield.”

Lucario cricked his neck.

Cait would probably feel about forty different steel-cold punches slam into her.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PEFE HQ, Training Module

-Cait is knocked out pretty much immediately by Lucario's strikes as Lissa looks up at Colton from her prone position, raising her arms hesitantly.-

Lissa: Alright, alright, I yield.

-For a moment, it looks as though she's considering some alternative form of attack, but instead she just smiles and lowers her hands.-

Lissa: So, are you gonna kiss me, or what?

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.

Skye: Holy fuck yeah I'm starving let's go get food

-She gets up.-

-Kai keeps smiling, but it slowly fades as they watch Kahlia leave.-

Kai: ...Unfortunately I can't have too much sympathy for someone I'm trapped in a deal with.

-They sigh, and have their meal before heading home.-

Kai: ...Hmm.

Holly: <Dear Xerneas this is absurd.>

-Kai is staring into a mirror, now clad in their costume◊ for the heist. However, what isn't in the image that they happen to be wearing is a domino mask.-

Kai: Has a sort of phantom-thief vibe to it. Certainly more subtle than their blatant-supervillain getups from the other incident.

Holly: <Kai, please.>

Kai: Hey, Holly, do you know the [Japanese] term for that trope? The phantom thief, I mean.

Holly: <Please.>

Kai: It's 怪盗. "Kaitō". I think that's really funny, you know? Like, that was one of my names.

-Holly facepalms.-

Kai: Also I don't know how she did it but this fits perfectly. It's astonishingly comfortable. Maybe I could stay out of sight for the heist and wear this for Halloween. What do you think, Holly?

Holly: <You have nobody to blame for any of this but yourself.>

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Sep 13th 2018 at 12:24:54 PM

PEFE Holodeck

“No.” He said simply, turning away from her. But then he paused. “Augh, gonna feel that one in the morning I swear.

“Oh yeah, you. Why did you engage me? In combat, I mean.”

Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 13th 2018 at 9:04:52 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Guillaume's Apartment

Ever: ...Has it been two weeks? Doesn't feel like it...

Guillaume: You were asleep for a lot of it.

Ever: Right.

...I...

Thank you. Really. For the offer. But...I can't.

-they frown. Guillaume looks concerned-

Ever: I just...can't. I'm sorry.

-they curl into themself, looking almost like they're about to be sick-

Guillaume: (somewhat frostily) Lucius. Please don't stress out my other guests.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Lumiose

F!Robin (the real one, not the grima-possessed one pretending to be the real one in the PEFE HQ) is walking around Lumiose, wondering where everyone is, not really cognizant of the fact that she has a phone, which would easily solve the whole problem. Mostly because that's still an incredibly novel concept to her, that you can send letters without actually sending a letter.

Unfortunately, her musings on how to get into contact with the team, the leading plan currently being pressing Sumia into service as a messenger are rudely interrupted by a Lampent rushing past her, seemingly in a hurry to get... well, nowhere in particular because they look incredibly lost, on second glance.

F!Robin: "Are you... looking for someone? Going somewhere?"

Lampent: <I am l'Arachel! I, guided by the light, seek to punish evildoers everywhere!>

The Lampent starts to rush off again.

<Follow, if you would aid me!>

F!Robin: "W - wait, do you even know where you're going? Wait!"

She starts chasing after l'Arachel.

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

Guilluame's Apartment

-Lucius looks over at Guilluame, his tone similarly icy.-

Lucius: I've known them for longer than you have. I can't say I've been the greatest friend, but the last time they... the last time things got anywhere near this bad, they didn't have much of a say in what they were doing. Do they have much of a say now?

PEFE HQ, Training Module

Lissa: Hmmph. Rude.

-She sits up.-

Lissa: It's a good way to burn off stress, isn't it? Short of fucking, I can't think of anything better for purging anxiety from your system. Before this, I was super nervous about running into you again, and now here I am, ready to smack you in the ribs with a quarterstaff. In an affectionate way, of course.

-She grins.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 13th 2018 at 5:13:23 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 Holodeck

“TMI,” Colton said succinctly.

“Look, I’m just glad I managed to meet up with you so soon; I want to apologize for making you paranoid,” he said as a hard light version of himself in red and dark gray appeared and had his rush parried by the original Colton’s Night Slash Claws.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

PEFE HQ, Training Module

-Lissa seems to tense up slightly as she gets to her feet, weighing up Colton's remark.-

Lissa: It's okay. Honestly, I... I should probably apologise for running off like that as well. And for a lot of other things, too. I know I'm not an easy person to be around, I know I'm too fucked-up and in-your-face for anyone to really enjoy spending time with, but... I do appreciate you coming over here to tell me that.

-She shakes her head.-

Lissa: I... my hangups with mons are stupid, I'll admit that. But I've never actually told anyone why it's an issue, except the people who saw it for themselves, and I... I still don't think I'm ready to talk about it. I'm sorry. To you I must just seem like some random asshole who's as forward and sweary as a sailor, yet closes up the minute you try to ask something even remotely personal, and I... I can see how you wouldn't want anything to do with that.

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 Holodeck

“Hey, I’m not easy to be around either,” Colton defended as a gap opened in his holoclone’s defenses, evidenced by three claws going through his chest before being removed and a few more swipes following up, turning the hard light construct into static.

“I’m not going to judge you for whatever your hangups are,” he comforted as he was surrounded by grunts on all sides. “And if I didn’t want anything to do with you, I would have dashed the moment I saw you,” he explained, a Dark Pulse Orbitar being crushed in his hand before said hand punched the ground and created a dark shockwave that launched them all skywards.

“If there’s something you feel like you need to tell someone, do it,” he said, stepping out of the holodeck and illusioning up some sound-dampening foam to cover up the backpack. “We won’t judge.”

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Guillaume's Apartment

-for a second, Ever's face lights up-

-and then they look a lot worse-

Ever: Excuse me.

-and they disappear into the bathroom. Guillaume glares at Lucius-

Guillaume: I don't know what you're talking about, but I get the sense Ever doesn't need or want the reminder. And while they may be too nice to tell you that, I'm not.

I'm rescinding your welcome. Get out.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Guilluame's Apartment

-Lucius's eyes narrow as he glares at Guilluame.-

Lucius: Excuse you, but last time I checked, you didn't have the authority to tell me what to do or to keep me away from my friends. I get the sense that Ever doesn't want or need whatever a shitstain like you is doing to keep them like this, and you can't stop me from putting an end to it.

-He moves to take a step forward...-

-...and then stops, still hanging back in the corridor.-

-He takes another step forward...-

-...-

Lucius: AH, FUCK!

-...and then stumbles backwards, clutching at his sides as though in extreme pain. After a moment, he looks up at Guilluame with daggers in his eyes.-

Lucius: ...Fine. You win this round. But you're gonna need more than arbitrary bullshit like this to keep the rest of us out. C'mon, Falchion, we're leaving.

Falchion: <What? But we're->

Lucius: We can't do anything right now, but we know people who can. And this match isn't finished just yet.

-He shoots another glare at Guilluame before turning and marching out of the apartment, Falchion following behind.-

PEFE HQ, Training Module

-Lissa raises an eyebrow at Colton as he buries himself in the midst of battle.-

Lissa: Oh, so there's a chance you would've bolted the moment you saw me? Good to know I'm not that ugly, at least.

-For a moment, she seems to have about half-a-dozen thoughts dancing on her lips, but she settles on just one as she recalls Cait and shrugs.-

Lissa: ...I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully I'll see you around, Tali.

-She tosses aside her quarterstaff and wanders out.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 13th 2018 at 6:18:58 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.

Courtyard of Disrepair, Past

As he began to feel Birdie charging, Drake ceased his own charging and dropped off. Obedience was never his strong suit, but strategy wasn't his opponent's. With nary a second to spare he was sent flying off as the scrafty careened into yet another self-inflicted injury.

A cloud of ashy debrisformed around the walls of the Old Cafe Lysandre. Tommy and Shutter looked on, not sure if they would end up being named as vandals (but then again, they'd hardly be the first to have defaced the structure—rude words in Kalosian were scrawled around the walls; the most polite piece of graffiti being "this place looked prettier as a dump"). Tommy flinched at the prospect of getting in trouble with the authorities, even if this was the former property of a now-hated figure and the gendarme had largely looked the other way whenever things happened here.

His phone remained silent; Gimbal had disappeared to Arceus-knows-where. She'll be back.

PEFE HQ, Past

Solana and Tagg enter the facility in which Lex and Anka are being contained and are met with...

Lex and Anka talking about cartoons over frothy hot cocoa.

Lex: I still can't believe it, Anka! She was PD all along! And man they had all the hints beforehand in how everything didn't match up! Like with the visit to Pyrite's Forge and the hints dropped by Blue Goldstone in The Trial!

Lex whumps his head onto the table.

Lex: I feel like... a fool... a buffoon. I can create machines of fantastic complexity but I am completely oblivious to foreshadowing in children's cartoons. Like some kind of charlatan.

Anka nods along, somewhat lost at Lex's infodump and dramatics, but encouraging him all the same.

Anka: -After taking a sip of her cocoa- Well, it was nice to see Pyrite again, and to have her join the team. Especially after the controversial nature of her debut episode...

Lex pops up, pushing himself forward in a weird sense of excited jubilence.

Lex: Exactly! And Azurite returned as well! Honestly the fight with the Diamonds was just so cool-

At this point, Lex finally stops his discussion dumping and slowly turns around to face Tagg and Sol.

Before falling out of his stool in shock.

Lex: Doy!

Anka and Sol wince as Lex crashes to the floor, but have no fear. He picks himself up, dusts himself off and stands in a dignified stance.

Lex: M-Madame Solana! Monsieur Tagg! W-What a... surprriiise??

Lex gulps.

Lex: Is there anything y-you need me for?

Anka stands up and nervously adjusts her glasses.

Anka: I, I think they want to see our progress on counteracting the Infinity Technology, Lex

Lex: -Turning to face Anka- W-wait, they know about that already?

Anka: ...I-I sent Pani Solana a memo earlier today. I-I mentioned it before we took a break to play Brigoo 2

Lex: Ah, right.

Lex turns back to Solana and Tagg, a slightly terse expression on his face.

Lex: -Voice cracking- Would you like to see what we've accomplished?

Yveltal's Mansion, Past

Once Odin reaches the basement, he sees what has been the source of the strange, droning piano music this whole time.

It's a woman, around her late thirties to early forties in age. Waifish in appearance, sher slender figure is dressed in an elaborate blue gown, overlayed with a matching low cut and tightly fitted blue blazer with white fur trimmings on the collar and cuffs. More distinct than her clothes though is her long, golden hair - not too dissimilar in colour to Odin's - that flows down past her waist in barrel ringlets.

Needless to say, this addition to the mansion is rather new.

The woman keeps playing the same few notes at a slow pace for a while, until she only just seems to recognise the other presence in the room and stops, turning around to face her new guest.

This reveals two more noticeable features about this mystery figure.

The first is her heterochromatic red and blue eyes, dull and glazed over in appearance.

Second is the large, ugly, haphazard scar on her forehead.

Strange Woman: Oh..... Hello.....

Her voice is laboured and breathy, and something about the way she speaks seems... disconnected.

Strange Woman: Who.... Come closer... Let me... See you...

She turns around and goes back to drumming on the piano keys.

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Isle of [Sicily], Angela

-The waiter nods and disappears.-

Luca: "So..."

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

PEFE Holodeck

“It has nothing to do with you being ugly or n - aaand she’s gone,” Colton hollered at Lissa before realizing she was out the door.

Colton facepalmed.

The door to the holodeck went flying open, denting the wall and allowing out a massive gust of wind.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 14th 2018 at 8:15:34 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.

-A text goes out to Ever, or at least their phone.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Sep 14th 2018 at 3:12:25 PM

Guillaume's Apartment, last night

-Guillaume watches Lucius go, a mixture of satisfaction and irritation on his face-

What a goddamn quagmire.

-he sighs, and goes into the bathroom, where Ever is bent double over the toilet-

Guillaume: Feeling better?

Ever: Mmh.

Guillaume: I rescind my direction to not think too hard.

Ever: An error on your part.

Guillaume: All you've really done here is move up the timetable. Let me show you my collection.

-he sends out Damascus-

Twang!

???

-we're here now. It's dark, and cool, but probably not moist enough to be a cellar-

Ever: Nice place. The taxidermized Aromatisse really ties the room together.

Guillaume: Yes, well. Follow me.

-Ever does so, turning past several displays of various Fairy-types, until they reach a rather conspicuously empty area-

Ever: Really? I don't even rate centerpiece?

Guillaume: I suppose you could always use the last few days of your life to develop a better dress sense. But no, I don't think so.

Ever: Few days? Really? Not for nothing, but what stops you from getting it over with?

Guillaume: Rigor mortis, primarily. I wouldn't dream of killing you before determining how to pose your corpse.

Ever: Well, you know what they say about those who live by the aesthetic.

Guillaume: What do they say about them?

Ever: They're morons.

Guillaume: Hmm.

???, now

-Guillaume is examining Ever, who is once again in a circle-

Guillaume: If only I'd captured someone a tad more expressive.

Ever: Damascus, play Despacito.

-bzzt-

Guillaume: Oh, look at that. You've got a text.

Ever: I'm popular. I know it must be new to you.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

PEFE HQ, past

-To Lex-

Haven't had the chance to catch up with Stefan Galaxy lately, been too busy in more ways than one.

-Beat-

Yes.

N's Castle

Gekkota: -Leaps in front to take the brunt of the Bloom Doom due to her Grass-type resistance-

Rabbid!Ann: -Aims and fires-

Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 15th 2018 at 5:24:45 AM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

N's Castle

-The Calavera goes down-

-It drops... a gramaphone?-

-Oh and also the Bwhatmon-

PEFE, FE Crew

Robin: Long story short, Finn is now posessed by an even worse dragon, and we've got to find him.

PEFE, Cerzera

Enzo: <Ack! Duly noted!>

Angela

-Coil pauses before Auric sparks jump between his fingers-

Coil: ...Yes. Yes I am.

Mansion

-Odin's eyes go wide-

Odin: A-Aunt Dolores? Is that you?

Contact Me!

N's Castle

Daydre and co. look out from [Schrodinger's cover] to find the fight is now over.

"..Is that what I think it is?"

off the shits

???

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Kai: ...They're unusually serious today. Huh.