Asimov Island, near Mezzo
Ever: Sorry Pianis Mezzo sort of automatically gets my vote~
-they replace their hat-
So uh I was talking to Lucius right now and uh...he kind of may have possibly confessed to having feelings for me?
I'd prefer if you didn't stab him.
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.Asimov Party Stage
Colton takes a seat, facing the same way as Pent and facing Amaterasu as well.
“Okay, how should we go about this? Should I have fun with it?” Amaterasu asked, drawing a particularly bright wisp of flame from behind her back.
For the sake of keeping up the illusion, her tails were hidden under her gown, fanning out around her to highlight the pleats’ perimeter. The flame also rested on her wand’s tip, seemingly conjured from it.
“Or are we here for hypnotic triggers and not induction?” She asked, flame getting dimmer.
“Sitting here with my psyche already your designated bitch like,” Colton said bitterly.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]Asimov Party
“Good call,” Amaterasu observed. “The induction is always a necessary evil.”
With that, the dull wisp on the tip of her wand departed, circling Pent’s vision while Amaterasu’s glowing eyes locked with Colton’s, causing him to return his glare.
“Sleep,” she demanded with a snap of her fingers, which, if all went well, would cause the both of them to sleep, leaning against each other.
People may notice what’s going on.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]So frequent are tales of humans performing drastic deeds in times of loss, be it for revenge or denial or guilt. However, humans are not the only ones to make such decisions. Even Pokemon mourn for their lost companions, and even they can be rash.
One such tale tells of an inseparable duo — a human archer, and her Decidueye partner. A pair of expert hunters, wandering the land, doing what it takes to survive, and even testing their might challenging terrors and threats to the safety of the towns they pass through. Over many years, they gained a reputation as heroes, as legends, and were showered with praise. It seemed as though these two noble souls — the Spirit Hunters — were unstoppable.
One day, the Spirit Hunters came to a desert town, far from their home, after hearing tell of a monstrous, ravenous creature that came through the town nearly every new moon, terrorizing the citizens under the darkest of dark nights. Obviously, if any heroes could thwart this menace, it would be the Spirit Hunters; as such, they proudly accepted the task, and stayed in the town until the new moon came. During their stay, they learned from the townsfolk what the creature's patterns were. Despite the brutality it displayed in its victims, it seemed to be quite the intelligent beast — it would leave one well-known victim for show, to draw attention away from the rest of the victims it snatched away to feed on.
When the new moon finally came, the Spirit Hunters made a plan. The Decidueye Spirit Hunter was to wait where the wealthy dwelled; when he could trap the creature with a Spirit Shackle, he would send a glowing arrow to the sky to signal the location. The human Spirit Hunter would then bring a group of the town's soldiers to assist in slaying the beast.
However, the beast managed to outsmart the Hunters. Rather than making its first strike on the wealthy, the creature instead targeted the human Spirit Hunter, far from her Decidueye partner. Despite the efforts of the soldiers, the beast managed to slay the Hunter, then escape without so much as a trace.
The Decidueye was devastated. His lifelong friend and partner had fallen to a beast they thought they could conquer, all because they had been separated. The town held a funeral in honor of the fallen Spirit Hunter, burying her in a local graveyard, which the Decidueye visited every day.
After two weeks, the Decidueye had fallen to inescapable grief, and did something drastic. On the night of a full moon, the Decidueye flew to the highest point in the city, notched a Spirit Shackle arrow, and shot it directly into the grave of his fallen partner. With all the force he could muster, he focused his grief into his spiritual abilities, and pulled and pulled. Eventually, the surface broke, and the body of the fallen Spirit Hunter rose, breathing with life.
At first, the Decidueye was overjoyed — his partner was alive again! But, as he came closer, he realized that he had made a mistake. Her body was wrought with decay, her gaze lost, and the darkness-laden arrow and chain were now permanently embedded in her body, binding her to a world she was not meant to be in. In a rage, she berated the Decidueye, before attempting and failing to yank the arrow out of her chest.
The Decidueye fled. The Risen Hunter trudged away, leaving the city with the sound of clanking chains following her. The ravenous monster, which had never been slain or identified, continued to terrorize the city every following new moon, being known as the New Moon's Beast until the citizens eventually abandoned it. It's said that the three roam the world to this day, with grief, grudges, and hunger all unresolved.
Mason: ...Well, that's depressing.
Vierr: It's a ghost story, dude. Ghost stories aren't happy.
Mason: I know, but did you have to lay it on so thick?
Vierr: Whoever wrote the folktale was the one laying it on thick!
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Oct 8th 2019 at 7:48:28 AM
When Harold would eventually arrive at the room, he'd notice the fairly plain-looking set of double-doors, with no windows, and a sheet of paper reading 'GYM TRYOUTS HERE!' hastily taped to the door. There didn't seem to be a light on inside, but one could hear indistinct murmuring.
Those sell-by-dates won't stop me because I can't read!Asimov Island, somewhere private
Ever: To clarify—
-they stop-
-take a minute-
Sorry. I'm getting, uh, fae. Give me a moment to collect myself.
-they take a few deep breaths-
I didn't really think it mattered, because I assumed our interactions were entirely platonic. But since it is evidently the case that they are not— and I just want you to know the effort it took to not use the word "paradigm" in that sentence, because I am really stressed right now and I'm pretty sure I use unnecessarily long words as a coping mechanism for everything— I'm getting off-topic—
Breeze: <They kind of have similar feelings and they thought you should be the first to know, since they want to talk with you about how to respond.>
Ever: -points wordlessly at Breeze-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.PEFE HQ
-Elizabeth is buried under her covers when her phone goes off.-
Olivia: <You, uh, gonna get that.>
-A muffled "I'unnuo" gets through the covers. Olivia sighs as she pets the egg and carefully nestles it in an incubator.-
Olivia: <You can't stay in there forver.>
~Watch me.~
-Olivia shakes her head and meanders over to Lyra.-
Olivia: <Help.>
-Lyra rolls her eyes.-
Lyra: <Fine.>
-She flicks her wrist and the covers go flying off the bed.-
-Liz looks...unhinged. Hair matted and knotted, clothes dirty, a haggard face.-
Elizabeth: "I hate the both of you."
Lyra: <Name a more iconic duo, I'll wait.>
Olivia: <Just answer the phone.>
-Liz mumbles some obscenities as she T Ks her phone to her hand.-
From: Jessica
LMAO dis party b poppin
U should rly come
It'll be good 4 u
promise
From: Elizabeth
no
From: Jessica
i thought u'd say that
so i prepared
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ur man b lookin like a snak
come get spoopy
why be sad and mopey when you can be gay and have a vampire BF
thats the dream, Lizzy
From: Elizabeth
even if i wanted
From: Jessica
theres an ichigo costume in your closet
mew-mew not clorox boi
take a shower, get dressed, get lit

Asimov Party
I do believe Ammy mentioned something like that earlier.
-She smirks for a moment before getting up from her own seat-
Anyway yeah, if they don't mind the hijack we'll prep.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.