Zeke stared at Ares, "Ares give it back."

"Give what back?"

"Give her money back..."

Ares shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ares give her back her money or else I'll get Char over here."

Ares sat there for a moment and grumbled handing Lissa her money back.

"Again, misanthrope, but the only one who was available for bartending," Zeke explained, "As for jobs, receptionist or even working in administrative wouldn't be too hard. Kicking people in the face won't be necessary but still, give it some thought."

asimov party

Gwen: Well, it was. All the better that I'm not there anymore, I guess.

Lila: It still confuses me why someone would kidnap people and lock them in pages just because they're weremons. Some people are strange.

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Asimov Bar

“I think I’m rather confident in saying that thanks to my Pokéform,” he said as he clutched the Sun Stone in a hidden pocket on his pants.

After the Lycanroc emerged, he had spontaneously donned a different costume. Gone was the unflattering purple shirt to be replaced by a black shirt under an unzipped purple blazer. The shoulders were padded with spikes and the edges of the sleeve adorned with purple fingerless gloves that went up his forearms.

Steel-toed boots with claws on them adorned his feet, said claws actually extending all the way up to his knees. A purple holster was attached to his belt, a fake hand cannon inside of it.

An eyepatch rested over his left eye, his mane was much more scraggly and his tail was combed to make it look like it was splitting into two.

<I’m rather confident in my ability to terraform,> he barked before returning to humanity.

Amaterasu translated, looking at the Lycanroc with irritated eyes.

“I also had to take a fair share of math courses in order to get certified to program,” he added. “I’m not quite ready to ditch my old job. Maybe after those Let’s Go games get released, I’ll get back to you,” he considered.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Island

Liam: R-right, yeah...

-He seems to be rather taken aback by how casually Gwen and Lila are discussing the whole affair.-

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lissa takes her money back from Ares with a small smile.-

Lissa: Hey, I can do bartending. Part-time, maybe. You can't have the kinda love-hate relationship I have with booze without learning how to mix a few drinks.

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.

Zeke laughed a bit, "Sure if you can get yourself a proper Bartender's license we'll let you run the bar."

Ares suddenly gave Lissa another hundred, "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease get your license!"

Zeke smirked, "Yeah he'd rather not do anything around anyone."

Asimov Bar

“Speaking personally, she can actually be rather sociable,” Colton added, looking at Zeke. “So that’s another something to add to the possibility of a new barkeep.

“That reminds me, how’s that Sneasel you caught doing?” He asked Lissa.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lissa pockets the money from Ares.-

Lissa: I have a license. You'd be surprised what kinda qualifications you pick up in my line of work. I also have an ECDL certificate, a Class D Training Classification, and am licensed to officiate weddings in twelve different regions. Not Angela, though, for some reason. That place is a bureaucratic nightmare.

-She looks back at Colton with a faint smile.-

Lissa: Thanks. And Cait's doing fine, teething problems aside. I just don't wanna let her out right now since she's still got a bad habit of trying to acquaint her claws with the thighs of strangers.

Edited by Herbert40k on Oct 31st 2018 at 2:37:41 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.

Asimov party

Gwen: Erm… I can't think of anything else to talk about...

Lila: Same...

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Asimov Bar

Colton blinked. “Strange. Rei never really had that problem. Sure, stealing my jacket and headphones was very rude of her, but she never lashed out at me.

“Eh, captivity does weird things.”

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asmiov Island

-There are several long minutes of awkward silence before Liam looks back up at Gwen and Lila.-

Liam: ...So, um, what are you two d-dressed as?

-It's likely he'd say this even if he recognised both their costumes.-

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lissa frowns slightly at Colton's assessment.-

Lissa: She's just... fighty. She likes getting into scraps. I should probably battle with her more often, help her get over it, but... honestly, I'm still getting over my own hangups in that regard.
She's a tool. Just like you were.
-She shrugs.-

Lissa: So yeah. Still figuring things out. New trainer blues and all 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.

asimov party

Lila: A fairy.

Gwen: A witch.

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Asimov Island

Channah: -folds her arms and leans back against a wall- Ugh, this place sucks. Should've asked Tagg if he was going. Feels weird being at a J-Team function without him around.

Lo: <It is uncharacteristic of you. I was fully expecting a quiet night in.>

Channah: I wasn't gonna be able to sleep either way, so might as well do it somewhere noisy and like, distracting. -sighs and shudders slightly-

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

Asimov Bar

“Don’t know about you,” Colton said. “But I’m always down for a scrap. My ‘mons, probably, but I’m down for combat,” he said.

“I’ll try to hold back as best I can,” he allowed.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Island

Liam: Ah, n-nice.

-He smiles nervously at Gwen and Lila.-

Liam: I'm, um, Caleb. He's a wizard. From, er... well, you p-probably wouldn't know it.

Asimov Island, Bar

-Lissa nods at Colton.-

Lissa: Sure. I'd like that. I mean, I already know you can kick my ass, but that's all the more reason for a rematch.

-She smiles faintly.-

Lissa: Anyway, I oughta bounce. Boss is probably wondering where I am, and our costumes look way better when paired with each other.

-She heads off.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Oct 31st 2018 at 3:57:31 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.

Asimov Island, Ama

Seeing Ton isn't following, Ama focuses on Brynhilde and Sainte.

Ama: "... Tsk."

She throws another tail towards Sainte's legs, this one staying vaguely tail-shaped this time. If it hits it'll tangle around Sainte's legs with the intent to trip her up.

Asimov Island, Foxes

Given that Heat Wave isn't a move you can Ally Switch out of, Alstroemeria and the Alolan Ninetales take the full brunt of the attack. Alstroemeria again doesn't take much damage, but the Alolatales looks like she's hurting.

Alstroemeria: <-Hellebore!>

Alstroemeria pulls out a stick and waves it in a circle in front of her. A wall of light pops up around both her and Hellebore.

Hellebore flexes her tails and a massive wave of cold air and ice blasts across the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Back At The Party

Marco is here. He's currently dressed as a generic wolfskin, albeit with Rockruff ears and tail. Somehow he is not a full Rockruff despite it being night.

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Party

Alli: You miss your boyfriend, huh?~

---

Houston: <Too slow!>

-He vaults over the Play Rough and uses Shadow Sneak-

Contact Me!

-Marco may find Mason sitting somewhere, with his costume head off.-

-He seems to be messing with the head's ponytail — or rather, a bunch of fabric tucked away inside it.-

asimov party

Lila: Cool costume.

Gwen: Yeah, it's awesome.

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Asimov Island

Channah: -gives Alli a Look-

Lo: <...It appears so.>

Channah: -sighs- Lo.

Lo: <What? You were saying about as much.>

Channah: -rolls her eyes, but her face reddens-

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

Asimov Party, Bar

Ever: Aw. Cute.

-they grin-

Look at me, redeeming people with the power of love.

-their grin spreads-

We should probably get back to the others. I'm sure they'll be wondering what's up.

Asimov Party, outside

Okay, so they're comfortable enough with each other to trade off defense-offense, setting up more and more barriers while weakening my team. I'm sure Ever would have something to say about slipping around defenses or finding the unexpected angle.

I say no defense is perfect. And two can play at that game.

-as the Blizzard whips out, Brie's already reaching for a ball. Not to protect Ramphyros, who's knocked unconscious by the attack, nor Skyfire, who weathers it with some difficulty, but to send out-

Calamity: <Oh yeah!>

Brie: 'Fire, breather! Cal, smash!

Calamity: <OH YEAH!>

-one of their spikes detonates, sending them careening towards the foxes, aiming to bounce off of Hellebore into Alstroemeria-

-Skyfire, for her part, folds her wings and lands, flames licking around her as she restores health-

Calamity used Rock Slide!

Skyfire used Roost!

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Asimov Party

“Okay then,” Colton waves off, casually sipping some more Lemonade.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Island

Liam: Oh, uh... t-thank you.

-He smiles and glances down at the floor, his cheeks turning a faint shade of red.-

Asimov Island, Bar

Lucius: Oh yeah, they probably are.

-He grins, taking Ever's hand in his.-

Lucius: You don't mind me being insufferably smug about this whole thing, do you?

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.

asimov party

Gwen: Well, see you around.

Lila: Yeah, same.

-they walk away-

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Asimov Halloween, Marco

Oh hey, a person here he actually knows. Marco approaches Mason and gives him an awkward wave.

"Oh uh.. Hey there. What's up."

Asimov Halloween, Foxes

Hellebore dodges the attack, but Alstroemeria isn't so lucky. The Braixen doesn't take the hit well, and collapses.

Hellebore: <...>

<Alstroemeria, we're going.>

Alstroemeria: <I-I can still fight->

Hellebore: <We only needed to stall for a bit. Staying here will likely result in our loss.>

Without another word Hellebore grabs Alstroemeria by the scruff of her neck and starts to run. A thick, white Mist covers the area and obscures their escape.

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-Mason glances up.-

Mason: Oh, hey. Didn't realize you came to this.

-He tugs on something from inside the ponytail, only to be met with the sound of ripping fabric and breaking metal.-

Mason: Ah, shit. This fuckin'... spring-loaded thing got all tangled when it retracted the Kai costume. Didn't even win anything with it.