Not A Lawyer
Lumiose Hospital
-Shun sits up in bed suddenly, eyes wide with alarm and concern.-
Shun: Volpe! Are you alright?
-Tara sees Volpe collapse and immediately turns to Dani.-
Tara: ...Go get a nurse.
Dani: O-okay...
-She rushes out of the room while Tara tries to help Volpe over to one of the chairs in the room and sit him down.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 21st 2018 at 6:54:15 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.
The Wanderer
PEFE HQ
From:Tagg
Yeah, we are.
I mean there's not that much to say, things haven't changed that much except we've gotten more touchy-feely.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 21st 2018 at 5:13:03 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
The Wanderer
Test post
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Ribbon is too distracted trying to be friendly to notice the sludge flying at her, it hits. And it stings, <OOOOOOOOOOOOOW! OW OW OW OW!>
<I wanna switch out!>
Stylus has tilted his head at Iris, <Wait what?>
"That figures, I knew something was up."
<... HOW?!>
"I've learned well that things aren't always what they appear, and Iris doesn't have the right grooves in her aura to-"
<You had no idea but a hunch didn't you?>
"Oh yeah pretty much, Iris is a water trainer."
Ribbon frowns, <Well great...>
"Okay Ribbon, switch out, next up. Snakeye."
Ribbon just frowns more as she's replaced with Snakeye, who strides into the arena and pushes up the brim of his cap and grins.
<Howdy.>
His arm twitches as he adjusts his poncho, <Care to duel?>
Flying Colors
-After recent events, Cayenne Macraul is headed straight for the museum.-
Not A Lawyer
Lumiose Hospital - Sometime after Volpe leaves
-Shun is busy tapping out an email on his phone.-
From: Det. Shun Hontou
Subject: RE: Aeroraptor's escape and additional information
Dear Captain Martel,
Thank you for your message, and for your assistance both during the heist and after. I had requested that the Kalosian Gendarmes choose several of their own people to accompany the tour group, which I presume accounts for your presence during the sting.
I imagine the testimonies provided by your Durants will prove invaluable in tracking Whiptail down. If corroboration does prove to be necessary, it should only be a formality - I have enough faith in the journalistic integrity of your publication to presume the transcripts are accurate.
Also, please thank Thomas for bringing me to the hospital. I am afraid I cannot remember much of what happened after that point, but I would be interested in interviewing him in person, both to hear his testimony and to fill the gaps in my own memory.
I was already aware that Aeroraptor had been bailed out, but please do keep me informed as to the progress of your work. It would be very much appreciated, and as you said, may help to prevent a similar situation from developing in the future.
Yours sincerely,
Detective Shun Hontou, International Police
-The moment he hits "send", he lets out a long groan.-
Gregson: <Look at you, sending business emails and making connections. It's almost like you're a real adult now or something.>
Shun: That doesn't make adulting any less excruciating.
-Just then, there is a knock on the door.-
Shun: Oh, for the love of... who is it now?
-The door swings open, revealing a tan, dark-haired young man carrying a bouquet of flowers and wearing a wide smile.-
Beauremont: Why hello there. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
-Shun blinks, his cheeks tingeing every so slightly red as he does.-
Shun: Oh, um... not at all. Come in.
-Beauremont does so, placing the bouquet on Shun's bedside table.-
Beauremont: I thought I'd get you a little something, seeing as you're all laid up and all.
Shun: Uh, it's c-certainly appreciated.
-He shakes his head in an effort to compose himself.-
Shun: How did you know to find me here, if you don't mind me asking?
Beauremont: Well, the news happened to credit a certain dashing and - if I may say so - uncommonly handsome detective with thwarting Wednesday's heist. I thought you'd be coming to the discotheque to celebrate both your victory and the 21st night of September, but you never showed, so I asked around the station. They pointed me here.
Shun: That's a remarkable amount of dedication you put towards finding me.
Beauremont: Maybe. But from what I've seen so far, I'd like to think you're worth it.
-Shun goes red again.-
Shun: T-thank you.
-Beauremont smiles in response and for a moment silence hangs over the room.-
Shun: ...So.
Beauremont: So.
-He sits down next to Shun.-
Beauremont: Shall I make this a little easier and say what I hope we're both thinking?
Shun: Um, sure.
-Beauremont nods, then glances down at his feet, seemingly needing a moment to compose himself.-
Beauremont: Well... forgive me if this seems a little forward, but I think you're cute. Like, really cute. That, and you seem like a pretty sweet guy based on the couple of conversations we've had. So... how about we set aside a couple of dates on our calendars for spending time with each other? We could even come up with a fancy name for this arrangement, like... I dunno, "dating". What do you think?
-Shun can't help but chuckle at Beauremont's preposition.-
Shun: ...Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
Beauremont: Great! Then I'll book us a table at the Restaurant Le Wow.
-Shun blinks.-
Shun: Isn't the Restaurant Le Wow incredibly expensive and exclusive?
Beauremont: Don't worry, I'm paying. Least I can do for the charming secret agent keeping our city safe behind the scenes.
-He stands up, scribbles something on a piece of paper, and hands it to Shun.-
Beauremont: Here's my number. Hit me up, and we'll figure out a time that works for both of us, okay?
Shun: ...Okay.
Beauremont: Grand. I gotta say, I'm looking forward to it~
Shun: ...Yeah. Yeah, me too.
-Beauremont gives Shun a broad grin.-
Beauremont: I guess I'll see you there soon enough.
-He hesitates for a moment, then leans in to place a kiss on Shun's cheek.-
Beauremont: Bye, then~
Shun: ...Goodbye, Beau.
-Beauremont smiles, then leaves the room. Shun watches him go, grinning like an idiot - and the moment the door closes, he starts doing a happy little boogie in his bed.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 21st 2018 at 11:49:12 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.
Lumiose Museum Grounds, Parking lot
Jean and Shutter come out of a car. Shutter looks worse for wear.
Jean: Relax Gavin. It's your day off. You are not at the office or whatever temporary quarters you hole yourself into. We're well ahead of schedule.
Shutter: I really have to keep telling myself to relax. It takes a lot of work to get myself to not work when I'm not supposed to be working.
Jean: High strung? You really need this.
Shutter: Before anything else, Jean, I've to ask...
Jean: What is it?
Shutter: What the hell were you two doing in the museum yesterday? For that matter, what are we doing here now?
Jean: Well, if you must know, I was called on to cover the new opening of an exhibit. Tommy and I represented the press as a Geographic Society exclusive.
Shutter: ...And?
Jean, hushed voice: Jenny called in a favor. I was there for both crowd control and support for an entrapment operation comprising plainclothes interpol agents and gendarmes as well as costumed contractors working under Interpol jurisdiction. I was called in both for my past experience in the gendarme and as a press representative.
Shutter: And you brought the kid in because he's good at covering things discreetly from the shadows?
Jean: You could say that. Detective Shun was quite happy to have him represent the press in his last e-mail. He's taken quite a liking to your protegé.
Shutter: Not surprised. What would come of it, though? For a guy who used to date Harvey's daughter, he's especially fixated on following one specific guy around.
Jean: Here's hoping Shun will keep him away from my daughter. Not that she minds.
They look around. Jean signals Shutter to avoid the gaze of an incoming woman.
Jean, hushed voice: Madame Macraul is here. We should try not to call her attention.
Shutter: Oh, them. Who are we waiting for, specifically?
Jean: A person I met after the operation; he helped me stabilize my fearow when he got injured.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 10th 2019 at 7:40:59 PM
Ken: "Right, that."
He starts eating the Corphish.
Finntous keeps his distance, observing for now.
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
From: Captain Jean-Marie Martel
Subject: Interview request
Detective Hontou,
It is my pleasure to have helped both Interpol and my old colleagues during the operation.
Thomas has been given instruction. He sends his well wishes for your recovery and will be on standby and will wait further details on the time and place for the interview.
Respectfully yours,
Jean-Marie Martel, Captain (Gendarme of Kalos, Ret.)
Senior Editor
Geographic Society — Kalos
Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 21st 2018 at 8:06:29 PM
The Flamebringer
Route 111
F!"Robin": "I have to say, I don't like our chances if it comes to a fight."She frowns at the Darmantian. "Who are you?"
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
like christ, but with more nails
Lumiose, Natural History Museum
-Ludovic is outside, peering into windows at the mess inside, stopping now and then to absent-mindedly pat his Aurorus Charlotte and scan the area for his wife's arrival-
Ludovic: Such a disgrace, all this. Did someone use Hydro Pump in - Ah! There she is. -brightens and waves at Cayenne in the distance-
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
Flying Colors
-Cayenne beams, approaching Ludovic-
Cayenne: Ludy! There you are.
-She hugs him, and gives him a kiss on the cheek-
Cayenne: I can't believe it. Another heist over one of my donations! I swear, these criminals never learn.
like christ, but with more nails
Lumiose, Natural History Museum
Ludovic: Hello, mine. -smiles into the hug and pecks her on the lips in return- I'm torn between immense pride that your artifacts attract so much attention, and dismay over the second-rate quality of the criminal element here, so I'll settle for being amazed at your talents as always. Now, what exactly are we doing, again?
PEFE HQ
-Aztec Camera floats down a hallway levitating a small box, looking for a Pentigan-
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
Dunsparce Cloud
PEFE HQ
To: Kylo Elric
From: Ever
dw abt it
ur the reason im not a tacky art deco piece rn
To: Tagg
From: Ever
omg
wait so whats the story
howd u tell her
throw an nb a bone here i just got out of a creepy murder dungeon
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
PEFE HQ
Daydre decided wandering around again was a good idea and somehow ended up in a Forest Module.
She also only about half remembers the way back so right now she's not pushing her luck and is sitting here sketching a Miscellaneous Sentret.
off the shits
Not A Lawyer
Lumiose Hospital
-Shun taps out another email.-
From: Det. Shun Hontou
Subject: RE: Interview request
Dear Captain Martel,
Thank you. I will get in touch with Thomas at some point in the near future, and tell him I appreciate the well wishes.
Yours sincerely,
Detective Shun Hontou, International Police
-Once it's sent, he goes back to happy dancing.-
Lumiose City
From: Lucius
yeah but he could've done anything after telling me to fuck off
and i know he didn't but i hate knowing that he had that chance
anyway i'm just glad to know that you're safe
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 21st 2018 at 1:40:16 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.
Eclipse the Moon
Lumiose Hospital, Earlier.
Volpe, on instinct, raises his arm in Tara's direction. Covering it with obscuric ice spikes and glaring at her with a look best described as "angered fright" on his face.
He quickly regains his senses, though, and drops the ice barrier. Allowing himself to be lead to the chair, but is still silent.
Yveltal's Mansion
Dolores leans into Odin and closes her eyes.
"Dolores": ...so..rry... fo...r... ever..y...thing....th....at...i...
She seems to be falling "asleep".
"Dolores": ...tha..ts...wh...y...i'm... hee...ere....
Edited by PippingFool on Sep 22nd 2018 at 8:28:43 PM
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Not A Lawyer
Lumiose Hospital - Earlier
-For the briefest moment, Tara hesitates as Volpe waves a spike in her face, but then carries on helping him over to the chair. Shun's expression hardens into a thin line.-
Shun: ...Volpe. I'll ask again. Are you alright?
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.
Eclipse the Moon
Lumiose Hospital
Volpe silently glances at Shun with a "what do you think?" look on his face before sighing and looking down with a much sadder expression.
Volpe: ...It happens. More frequent as of late. But it happens.
Volpe leans his head back against the chair, staring at the ceiling.
Volpe: It's a very... visual way of my body telling me I'm going to expire in the near future.
I'm having to learn to pay the price
Meet The New Boss
Route 111
Sinister Darmanitan: <I am Sutur. I see some of you have already come here by my hand.>
Robin: What are you talking about?
-to the others-
The other me is right. We've got to prepare to run.
N's Castle
-The moon swings around wildly as the clock hands turn!-
San Dialga Gym
-The Quagsire merely stares, then barfs up another Sludge Wave-
Mansion
Odin: Why... Why are you here?
Contact Me!
Not A Lawyer
Lumiose Hospital - Earlier
-Shun stares at Volpe with a sort of shocked, forlorn surprise, while Tara - being tactful for once in her life - decides to stay quiet.-
Shun: "Expire"? No, you can't... how often does it happen? Is there any way to mitigate it? There has to be something that can be done about this...
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 21st 2018 at 2:03:50 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.
Snakeye darts to the left, dodging the attack, <Won't work twice little... duckie... Hm, this is gonna be hard for banter.>
"Pin Missile!"
Snakeye raises both arms as he runs about and starts firing Pin Missiles at the Quagsire.
"Sooooooo, quick question, this entire gym is based around throwing people off ain't it?"
The Flamebringer
Route 111
F!"Robin"'s face twists into a snarl, before she composes herself. " I - I don't like that assertion."This... insect would presume to hold power over me?
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
N's Castle
"Okay, so we just have to match that other moon's position..?"
off the shits
Route 111
-The army approaches the group-
-It seems to be made of a variety of Pokemon, but is lead by a few Darmanitan, a Granbull, and a Natu-
-One Darmanitan is unusually large, dark in color, and heavy scarred, as well as sporting armor-
Scarred Darmanitan: <Well what do we have here?>
Mansion
Odin: Auntie? Auntie, stay with me!
San Dialga Gym
-Iris sends out... A Quagsire?-
Iris: Sludge Wave!
-The Quagsire belches... a wave of sludge-
Contact Me!