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-As it turns out, Skye and Diane are around together. Skye is still wearing the leather bomber jacket from their costume, but not the mask.-
Skye and Diane are greeted by a tall, middle aged Kalosian man, his younger intern, and a looming fearow that periodically tries to stare at wherever Kai is whenever the strobes hit.
Jean: Bonjour, madames. My name is Jean-Marie Martel, senior editor at the Geographic Society Kalos division. Likewise, my assistant, Ivan Losken and my fearow Daguerre. I would like to request an interview.
Sylveon momentarily reverts to her fox form to Wish for her trainer's recovery. Colton stood up once more after being just unable to find cover from the Hyper Voice, his headphones now starting up a different song.
Much quieter, too, so doubtless he was more vulnerable.
Kazuma covered for his trainer's lack of yoloing and attempted to swing Facepalm Over Two into Tom Phan's gut.
An anthropomorphic Lycanroc appeared out of the portal, dusting off his jacket and looking in his backpack before looking away at where he was. He stretched, placed a paw on his headphones and shifted nervously. He said nothing.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Nov 7th 2018 at 1:17:30 AM
-Lila and Gwen are talking-
Lila: So, your mom and dad told you you were adopted after the whole turning your brother into a weremon thing?
Gwen: Well, I always sort of knew. I was super different to them. Didn't make it any easier when they finally told me. They were still really nice though. I couldn't have asked for better parents. So, you just showed up one day at the beach?
Lila: Yeah. I don't know how I even got there. Ship wreak? Ultra wormhole? In Alola, it could be just about anything.
Gwen: Alola seems really weird. Or are you just a weirdness magnet?
Lila: Apparently that comes with an attribute. But you're super normal too.
Gwen: You're lucky I got over my anger issues years ago. I used to be very explosive. Literally.
Lila: Ok, ok! I get the point!
-The birb girls turn to face Jean and co. when attention is called.-
Skye: Oh, sure, ask away.
Marco: ...Well, er. I was sorta born in this fucked up science facility doing experiments with genetics and Obscura? Like I said, dystopian.
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Nov 7th 2018 at 5:19:18 AM
-in a tree a ways away from the city proper-
Channah: <Okay, like. Uh. You gotta at least, like, make some small talk. Marrakesh is your son and all.>
Lo: -pecking at the bark- <I seem to recall you making multiple statements to the effect that there is no point to perfunctory interaction.>
Channah: <Well yeah. But. You haven't seen him in - what, seven years? He's not an annoying baby anymore at least.>
Lo: <You are right, he's an annoying adult.>
Channah: -flops- <Gah.>
Lo: -primly- <Understand, please, that I am not, nor do I want to be, a parent. I claim no chicks to my name. That is all.>
Channah: <But - >
Lo: <If you were in my position, you would do the same with such an embarrassment. You are well-versed in avoidance.>
Channah: <Why do you guys turn everything around on me? No, don't answer that. Look, you don't, like, wanna be a mother, that's fine. But you can't uh, just negate his wishes like that. It's not his fault. Er. If I wanted to meet my "real" mom, I'd sorta hope she wouldn't just board the Nope Train the minute we make eye contact. 's not really fair.>
Lo: <Hmph. Allow me to remind you, Channah, that our contract included nothing about a situation like this. I am a fighter, not a lover, and I thought I made that clear on the day we met.>
Channah: <...And? I mean, dude. I know the importance of keeping up an image, but - it can't last forever.>
Dolabella: -pops up- <Yo ladies, you done with the period talk yet?>
Lo: <What is he doing here?>
Channah: <For uh, potential lecturing purposes. Dobes might be a bad mom, but he at least he tries. Meaning, he's better than you at this.>
Dolabella: <Damn strai- Hey, how am I a mom?>
-she flies off-
-then gets knocked out of the sky by a well-placed Bullet Seed-
Dolabella: -shrieks as Lo shoots back in a blurred Aerial Ace, throwing him out of the tree-
Channah: <I don't think this is working.>
Artoria: "I'm not sure what I was expecting but this isn't it."
Mordred: "Yeah. Nope."
Messiah: There are gods in all things, especially when lured by your imminent defeat.
-The Clefable glides around, watching Magatsu carefully-
Messiah: I shall defer casting the first stone to you, Heatran of Orre.
-Pent manages to get back in cover and cover his ears but the Bwaaaahtmon isn't so lucky and is blasted away-
-Presumably someone has hauled the phone through the portal. At which point a Porygon2 emerges from it!-
/Duck/: Hello world! And hello...
-The still-very-much-a-Porygon2 rotates on various axis trying to look at itself-
/Duck/: ...Legs? Hello legs? Arms? No?
-The rotation slows down, leaving /Duck/ hovering upside-down in the air-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Nov 7th 2018 at 6:31:38 AM
-Stark passes through the portal, and starts looking around the room curiously and headtilts at their welcome group-
Stark: "Huh, the mon here look kinda funny"
-Blitz emerges hovering slightly off the ground and shaking his head-
Blitz: "Okay, that was weird..."
-He facepaws when he realizes his companion should have been clothed before stepping through. And then blinks at his own pink fuzzy hand-
-Anthro!Mew!Blitz sighs and pulls his hoodie off to hand to to Stark while trying to stay at the back of the group-
"Tie this around your waist before you get us in trouble or something"
The Shaunji parody is struck and stumbles, "Watashi wa iyashi ga hitsuyōdesu!" it shouted, nothing came and it glared at Shaunzo, charging forward drawing it's blade, now glowing, "
Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!"
It started to furiously swipe about attempting to hit Shaunzo.
The Lyra parody begun to twist and contort swinging the swords about attempting to strike Lyra with them. It seemed angry and its body moved in ways that were only possible thanks to its parody nature.
The strike did little against the armored shell that had formed, the Vi Parody having become Obidiah Stane, the gun barrel now rotating, "Your services are no longer required!" it said before opening fire, thankfully its aim sucked.
The Pentigan Parody just continued to fire Gasters, as if that was all it knew, and then it spoke, "Cute tool the Pen, great power huh? Glitch based abilities and all so conveniently useful for your obscura skill, power like that would corrupt many a lesser man. Then again, how do you know you aren't already corrupted?"
It stopped, "Maybe you don't use that power to its full abilities to avoid corruption, maybe you aren't worthy. Maybe your concerns about having earned the power are true, and you're just a pretender who got lucky. Maybe the Pen is better off with who holds it now, one who truly un-"
It froze, unable to finish.
Arthur dodged rocket fire, charging forward away from the beast, "Whatever is going on here is not something I was prepared for!"
He let out Ranger and Heavy, "Distract the beast!"
Samuel was next, "Options!"
<It seems the creature is composed of distorted ink based matter,> Samuel responded rushing along right next to Arthur, <I'd suggest attempting to take direct action, it's design doesn't denote many weakpoints.>
Arthur's opportunity came up as the Cyberdemon punched the ground and pillars arose made of rock, he climbed up them, leaped, and decked the Cyberdemon right in the face, it stumbled a bit as Arthur landed.
"That should've done something!"
It roared and knocked Arthur away, the arena rippling as Arthur hit a wall, "Okay made it mad."
Samuel looked through the pokeballs, and recalls Ranger and Heavy, they weren't doing much, <Only so much we can->
floating next to Arthur, is a futuristic looking shotgun, Arthur sits up slowly and looks at it, it's made of the same ink like material as the Cyberdemon, he gives it some thought, "You don't think?"
Arthur grips the weapon, and charges back in.
Price stood there impatiently for some time, his hands on hips and very audibly tapping his foot like an angry mother.
"Uh, Arnie... I don't think they're gonna go..." Cunningham once again 'tactfully' whispered.
"I think I figured that out, THANK YOU. ...Anyway, so you're not going to go along with it, hmm? Waste all our hours of hard work we put into this?!" Price suddenly got aggressive, now stamping his foot on the floor. "If that's how it's going to be, fine! I SWEAR before E.V.P. KRETE HERSELF, I WILL END YOU!"
"Hey, I'll end him, too!" Cunningham interrupted.
"Right, right, we will end you!"
"So get ready for A PAINFUL DEATH AT THE HANDS OF A PSYCHOOOOOOO!"
Cunningham just stood there holding his finger-stabbing pose for a good seven seconds, before Price could only sigh.
"Cunningham, must you ruin everything? I thought that was suitably dramatic, but then- oh, forget it! Let's just get this over with!"
With that declaration made, they both brought out Timer Balls, signifying their intentions well.
-Lyra smirks as she observes her anthro arms.-
-Shaun, Ace, and Tsunami have become anthro birds, a la Falco - wing hands (claws for Tsunami), beaks, feathered bodies, etc., with the same proportions as their human selves.-
Shaun: -looking at his hands- "I don't know what I expected."
-He's dressed in the usual - tealish shirt, jeans, sneakers, and his tactician coat.-
-Tsunami and Ace are, ah, sans-culottes...and everything else.-
Tsunami: "What are you staring at?"
Ace: "Us wearing nothing but jewelry."
-Tsunami looks down and shrugs, taking a moment to admire her muscles.-
Lyra: "What happened to Star's clothes...?"
-Shaun reacts lighting-quick, parrying with arm and bow, though some strikes glance off his armor or penetrate his clothes.-
Shaun: "Kore o iyasu!"
-He attempts to whip a spectral chain at Shaunji's sword.-
-Advantage of having constucts and indestructible guns - great defense.-
-Disadvantate of having only two arms - ya can't be everywhere at once.-
Lyra: <Ah! Can't I pick a safeword?>
-She attempts to spam Y 5 times a five-punch combo.-
Drakos sighs at the sight of all the others entering, and lacking clothing, "Do exhibitionists just follow you Captain Grant?"
Silas shrugged, getting a better look at his left arm, Drakos took note of it as well.
Gio snapped his fingers and some workers came up and handed those in the group lacking clothing some general outfits and such to wear.
"Fought another war and suffered for it I see," Drakos responded as Silas examined his metal arm, the hand spike protruding but otherwise being the same.
"Yeah, play stupid games win stupid prizes," Silas responded clenching it, "Won't affect my piloting skill too much, throttle control is left stick anyways."
Drakos smiled a bit, "Regardless, good to have you back."
Gio stepped forward, "So good to see you as well, the merch sells well of course, which I've used to help the Cobalt Stars and such, and as for the group, limo's out so let's grab a tour bus and we'll show off some of the changes and such, we do need to get to my place of work first, get you all outfitted for the ceremony."
Silas grinned, "Proper suits and such?"
"Well for your guests yes, for the Cobalt Stars themselves, you'll be in uniform, we got a new design as well we-"
"I get it Gio you want us to model for you."
Giovanni shrugged, "Welcome back Captain, a lot has changed in the past year."
Bishop turned to Duck, "Darn it, You mean I don't get arms and legs? I'm stuck as is, well that is a goddamn bitch of a situation."
He grumbled a bit, "We need to get you a robot shell of some sort."
Harold and Stylus stared before Harold shrugged and tossed out Ribbon, who bounced about, <fighting time!>
Stylus stretched and got ready, <Let's make this quick.>
Edited by EchoingSilence on Nov 7th 2018 at 9:36:01 AM
The pair wasted no time unleashing their sole Pokemon; a Sigilyph and a Seismitoad, respectively.
<"Good afternoon! Ever wondered what it feels like to have a philosophical truncheon slammed on your very much physical brain?"> Saltlé, the Sigilyph, questioned upon his release, in a strangely cheery manner.
<"Ah... WHAT HE SAID!"> was all Kassity could add.
Price was quick on the battle initiative. "Both of you, engage opening phase defensive manoeuvres! Kevin, please relay that!"
"Uh, y-yeah, WHAT HE SAID!"
Shortly afterwards, the Sigilyph bunched up as he floated above the ground, absorbing some kind of sparkling sheen surrounding him; meanwhile, the Seismitoad got onto all fours and began to stretch, sloshing around the water he held inside himself; it soon began to seep out of his pores, but only made him appear shinier, not a single drop leaking onto the floor.
Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Nov 7th 2018 at 4:14:29 PM
Too embarrassed to look, Colton kept his eyes tightly shut as his entire team materialized outside of the backpack with help from Xatu. A few of them had clothes thanks to the chokers or from Colton's purchases, like Amaterasu and Roy, who were covering each other's eyes, who were appearing under the illusion of walking through the portal behind him.
Xatu quickly teleported the clothes onto the backs of Colton’s team, at least, those who needed it. “Thanks, really,” Xatu said as he readjusted a sleeve on his arm-wing, noticing how the patterns were more reminiscent of tattoos.
Helmsman and Julius had acquired matching shirts, although the latter’s dress pants were a distinct cry from the Samurott’s torn jeans. Said starter’s seamitars stayed stagnant on his shoulders.
Sylveon, Amaterasu, Roy, Rei, Sunny and Caliburn all had chokers, so they let the rest of the team get the clothes. Caliburn himself still had the same alien facial structure of his Pokémon form, but his proportions remained rather human.
Everyone else looked fine. They were all fully clothed now, not really paying much attention.
Warner decided to remain shirtless while Mae subbed out her original fur-colored attire for a brown shirt with a zero slashed through on it.
Pyukumuku, still in her original ‘mon form, extended her hand to pull herself around the interior, noticing the sweat that had piled up inside from everyone looking at the naked forms of everyone else.
She rolled her eyes and opened a cabinet filled with cleaning supplies. Of course she had to pick up the slack. Someone better come back in.
An anthropomorphic Minerva, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that obviously belonged to her trainer, looked around from behind the couch, panicked. Pyukumuku noticed and threw her a bottle of suds and a rag.
She could help.
“I’m gonna help,” she decided.
This would be the start of something beautiful.
Marco blinks a couple times. Then a couple more times.
"Well that definitely blows my tragic backstory out of the water."
Star takes some of the offered clothing. She's clothed now!
Star: "I don't know where my clothes from before went! It Is A Mystery. I kept the laser claws though, that's pretty neat."
-Pent grumbles from behind the makeshift cover he found-
Little personal there buddy...
-He takes a moment to calm down and peeks out the side of the cover-
/Duck/: I will admit that my research on this dimension only got as far as 'anthropomorphic template' and 'energy weapons'.
-It's been a calm couple of days.-
-Kai has done their best to put the various stress factors in their life aside, and focus on their job as a Frontier Brain. No worrying about recognition as Rogue, no worrying about secrets slipping, nothing.-
-Which is why they nearly break down the moment they see a certain shiny Murkrow, having arrived as a grim reminder of Carmilla's entire existence and presence in their life.-
Marlowe: <Why, hello, Mx. Amarin! I have a message from the Mistress, if you please.>
Kai: Right, right, let's get this over with...
Marlowe: <You haven't paid the fee yet, Mx. Amarin.>
Kai: Paid the— ...of course. How silly of me, how could I forget?
-They dig around in their pockets, then their bag, before pulling out another necklace to put around Marlowe's neck.-
Marlowe: <Thank you~ Your donation is appreciated~>
Kai: Right. The message?
-Marlowe nods, and starts speaking... in a bone-chillingly perfect imitation of Carmilla's voice.-
Marlowe: "My dear Kai, I have a new assignment for you~ You see, in a few days' time, there is to be a relatively small family get-together among members of the Macraul Family. And among them is one dear Brynhilde, whom I have a rather... touchy history with. An old spark of love, an old flame that burned up too quickly."
Kai: She was supposed to marry Brynhilde?
Marlowe: (Carmvoice continues) "Oh, it was a torrid love affair if there ever was one! We were supposed to get married, you know~ And we almost did~ But! As fate would have it, it simply was not meant to be. And as such, I'd like you to inform my sweet paramour, Brynhilde... If they ever show their face in the Kalos Region again, I can and will kill them without so much as a second thought. Make sure to carry the message, Kai~"
-Kai takes a moment to process the message.-
Marlowe: <That is all~>
Kai: ...Thank you for the message. I'll be sure to carry it out.
-Marlowe poofs cheerfully, and flies away, leaving Kai with nothing but their thoughts.-
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Nov 8th 2018 at 8:36:23 AM
Jean: It was an impressive entrance, to say the least. What led you to the idea of drawing inspiration from the Mandibuzz from that one movie? How long did the working version of the wings take to make, and how did you manage to get clearance for that shattering entrance?
Jean: My apologies. I get excited and apparently they weren't kidding about the extra-strength blend in the coffee concessionary.
Ivan, out loud: "Yeah, how'd ya do that, with all the crazy effects?"
Edited by redneckphoenix on Nov 8th 2018 at 1:56:45 PM
-The two blink at Ivan's telepathic message, but nod.-
Diane: ~That'd be correct. We're J-Teamers.~
-She gives Skye a brief wordless glance, seeming to indicate that she'd handle the Ivan half of the conversation.-
Skye: Right, I guess we can take that one question at a time. For your first, well, my girlfriend Diane here recently binge-watched the MCU, and it just so happens that there were two bird-themed characters in it. Not counting [Hawkeye]. And with the recent rise in superheroism recently (including one bird-themed group of them from what I've heard), plus my upcoming role in the Valiant Knight Skarmory series, we figured it would only be fitting for us.
-She pauses to let Jean process the first answer, in case she has anything else to ask on the subject before moving on to the next question-
Mason: Yeah. It's sorta something I'm supposed to keep quiet about, but hey, you're cool, I don't figure you're gonna Expose me about it or anything.
-He tilts his head-
Mason: So, what's yours, if I might ask?
-Pent gets a very frantic series of texts-
Do you have the amulets
Do they still have full Sims-style appearance modding
Can I use them
This is urgent
I'd rather not explain why
It's not about gender bullshit I'm comfortable in my body but I have something I very much need to not look like myself for
I don't want to wear the Rogue disguise again
-Pent rolled over and in his half-sleeping mode and grabbed at his phone to check the messages-
Duck, compose a response; Dearest Kai. Sure fam I gotchu, where meet?
-There's no reply and Pent stares at the screen-
Duuuuuck, compose reply.
-Silence. Pent sighs and starts typing a reply-
I know you can hear me, something up buddy?
Jean: Love those films, personally, though I can't help if they're becoming more like real life as we speak. I relate heavily to the shrinking one—Durant Man was it? Anyway, how long did it take to develop the wings. The function is remarkable for something that's meant to just be for a costume contest.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Nov 8th 2018 at 6:35:09 PM
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