ITT: We are all Pokémon Trainers

Evan: Relax, I'll be fine! I know how to handle myself, and besides, I've got my grandpa and cousin to watch out for me if I get in too over my head.

Eterna Outskirts

-a familiar theme is played on a set of windchimes-

Ever: ...

Breeze: <Diesel said I should do that every time someone says something they'll regret later.>

Ever: -sighs-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

-Evan frowns.-

Evan: I'm not going to regret it later.

Eterna Outskirts

Breeze: <Aww, I've heard Ever say that too.>

Ever: (firmly) Breeze. (to Evan) If you're certain.

-they sigh-

I think I'll be on my way now, if that's alright with you. I'm strictly speaking only in Sinnoh to visit my cousin who doesn't want to vivisect you, and any time I stay here too long, it breaks.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Evan: Uh, yeah, sure. Grandpa and Evelyn are probably wondering where I went anyway. See ya.

-He quickly absconds to find his family.-

Eterna Outskirts

Ever: ...

That's not promising.

-and they go off to do whatever Ever things are going on-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Stormchaser, Room 713

The cart's wheels squealed as they fought against the pavement and the handbrake, causing the cart to violently jerk forward after the countdown to the race's start hit zero. After the cart crested over a small hill it began a rapid descent only just outspeeding terminal velocity.

The driver was fast approaching a ramp. In response, the cart drifted outwards, hitting the ramp at an angle as she performed a 720 and missed the course below, burning up on re-entry into the atmosphere.

"Dammit♡," Colton muttered as he paused the game and restarted the time trial. In frustration, he paused the application and picked up his phone, wondering if anyone was doing anything. The Christmas party was coming up soon, and his package from the publisher should be here any day now.

Scrolling through his apps, he paused when he noticed there was a notification from the J-Team group chat. He opened it up, curious.

It was from Silas, and he was asking about space flight. Sure, he wasn't in that furry universe too long ago, but he was ready to take anything at this point. He picked up his infinite backpack and pulled out his Keldeo plush, cuddling it while texting a response.

He paused, looking at his Keldeo plush. He shook his head and walked over to a shelf, placing it on the shelf underneath the robotic arm, badges and the Forbidden Instructions - Dark Void and Twilight. In a green flash, a familiar Alolan Ninetales plush materialized, sharing the shelf with the Keldeo plush.

With that, he bounced.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Dec 18th 2018 at 3:37:12 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Island

Vi and Siobhan are currently waiting for fabrication to finish.

Siobhan: "You know, oceanic exploration, both here on earth and in outer space, would be a good use of our mechs."

Vi: "Why would a mech be more suited to that than, say, an actual submarine."

Siobhan: "Okay maybe not an actual mech but scale down the concept into a powered exoskeleton around a diving suit for better mobility. Or just put the pilot into a cockpit, which then makes it a mech."

Vi: "... Again, why?"

Siobhan: "It allows more mobility, and you can get into smaller areas and take samples, or something."

Vi: "Or you can do that with a drone."

Siobhan: "Yeah but my way's cooler."

Vi: "And significantly more dangerous."

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

Luca's Apartment

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Mt Ember Tunnels, One Island, Sevii Islands

Pent's Tepig: <Hoo boy, I'm almost steamed over here. I know I'm a fire type and all but I don't know how the locals handle the heat here.>

Pent's Shiny Braixen: <And yet our human has yet to sweat a drop.>

-Pent taps the red slate he's carefully tied to his arm-

Gotta use these things when I can. Anyway, are we ready?

Tepig: <Crucible loaded and ready.>

Braixen: <Are we just going to steal primal fire without asking?>

Hm?

Tepig: <Oh no not this again.>

-The Braixen grabs her stick and clears her throat-

Braixen: <Spirit of the mountain, lord of fire! We come to you with indelible purpose!>

-Tepig grumbles and nudges the crucible over to Pent, who just carefully walks it over to the lava while the Braixen preaches-

Braixen: <We come not as the Brazen Promethean, but as Faithful Worksmon. By His name I invoke your mercy!>

Tepig: <You don't really see this boss but she's been getting into some books on magic...>

-Something burbles in the lava-

Braixen: <It comes! God of the earth's blood, bring to bear the Thousand-Year Heat on these pathetic ingots of silver!>

-The crucible is pushed out of the lava by... A Magcargo coming up to surface-

Magcargo: <Whooooos you..? Wakun me from nah...>

-With Tepig's help Pent carefully moves the crucible into his backpack-

Sorry for being so loud sir, just doing some melting.

Magcargo: <Smiffin'..? Wasn't that stompers thing..?>

Braixen: <Thank you oh great spirit of the volcano. We owe you our->

-Tepig trundles over and bops her before she does something silly-

Tepig: <It's just a brief borrowing of the heat, I think the praise is payment enough.>

-The Magcargo looks confused and just trudges back into the lava-

Braixen: <Well, with the pact signed we can depart.>

Alright you two. Let's get to Seafoam before this solidifies.

Somewhere Urban

-A Perfectly Ordinary Human is walking along trying to be inconspicuous as it whispers into it's phone-

Human: I could just pop his costume look, snap some attract-tier pics and call it a day. I saw how she was acting at the party.

-The phone whispers back-

/Duck/: >Didn't the sir explicitly forbid you from doing this exact thing after you did this exact thing recently?

Human: Eh he doesn't-

/Duck/: >He doesn't have to know? Surely the fact that these pictures are being sent to someone who he will see the reaction of means he'll know.

Human: I... Well. Gah fine, what's your pitch then?

/Duck/: >Hm, something personal and nice and practical.

Human: Oh isn't there that fox? From the game.

/Duck/: >Now opening 'list of foxes in video games'. Far too many entries.

Human: Yeah yeah smartass, gimmie a bit to remember.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Stormchaser

-A disco ball pops up by Jessica's bed and stares at her.-

Jessica: "What?"

Berry Bubble: <You should get green...uh...eye lens covers.>

Jessica: "Contacts? Why?"

Berry Bubble: <Been learning. Human culture.>

-Jessica nods.-

Berry Bubble: <Your beauty is beyond compare/ With flaming locks of auburn hair/ With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green/ Your smile is like a breath of spring/ Your voice is soft like summer rain.>

Jessica: "Mmm, my skin's not quite ivory but I see your point. Celena has good taste."

-BB nods and slides back down the bed.-

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Dec 19th 2018 at 6:59:34 AM

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Seafoam Caverns

Carl the Panpour: <Make way coming through, we've got a pot of boiling metal and we're not stopping for anyone!>

-Pent followed behind, tailed at a distance by a slow and very meticulous Jammer trying to magnetically levitate the crucible (in an iron brace) through the chilly caverns-

Alright, I think we're good here.

Carl: <So what are we casting into?>

-As Jammer carefully cracks open the lid of the crucible Pent fishes around in his bag for a smallish piece of... Ice? He sets it down and carefully starts to chip at it's top surface-

Carl: <Oh. Wait, oh...>

Hopefully I can get this smooth enough...

-It takes a solid minute before Pent looks satisfied and backs off-

Go.

-Jammer takes a moment to steady themself before tipping the crucible forward. The air hisses as the temperature shifts, the small corner of the caverns briefly steams as the metal cools... But the ice cast refuses to melt-

There. We. Go.

Carl: <Ah, okay now I get the idea.>

Someplace Urban

Perfectly Ordinary Human: No not her, she's blue. It's the one from the game where you do the thing.

-The phone sitting on the cafe table closes the image search on it's own-

/Duck/: >Refining results. 0 results excluded by 'game where you do the thing'.

Human: Don't you have access to his browser history? It's from something I saw him watching.

/Duck/: >I would rather not disclose sir's private data to potentially malicious actors.

Human: Oh come on man I'm not mal-

/Duck/: >I'll just search it myself.

Human: Poggers, get on it.

/Duck/: >What?.

Human: I think it's a meme? I dunno.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Silas looked at the text and was surprised, usually the responses were rather soon, but this was the only one. He shrugged, at least it was someone else to hang out with.

Plus it'd be interesting to see what Colton could come up with, especially since Johnny had sent a message saying that they had a new design station up. Silas shrugged to himself and responded.

Roxy smirked, "It'll be fun! Hey maybe you can control it through your bionic arm."

Clever had a lot of time to himself, to think, to calculate, to stream old movies about a wooden puppet. Rossum had wanted to accelerate their timescale and had tasked Clever with the job, to find a way to help them bring about world peace and how to better get people to realize how all this freedom let criminals get away.

Clever never bought in much to the "Greater Good" idea, this was a organization of wannabe dictators and he had always found the Porygons and their Synth bodies more interesting, even if flawed. JD was his favourite due to the police work, Clever let out a low laugh at the idea.

Clever was reviewing some footage of Angela of a Lucario with a metal arm going through the championship, and some stolen footage from the Hunter's Guild (he loved having a spy in there) of a man with a metal arm moving through the base of one of their hunters. Fascinating really, there was no way the two were unrelated, a steel type in motion compared to other estimated threats, enhanced with steel.

Clever reviewed other footage of the other calculated threats, each of them had different powers and abilities of some sorts, interesting. None of them had any steel, none of them seemed to have steel forms either.

Clever thought back to why the Synths were developed, telemarketers made of steel to survive better than the fleshy beings in charge. The Avengers were superheroes that used steel as protection. Steel types never rusted, had intense endurance, didn't hold much weakness, could be used on all types and only became less effective against certain types. The Dragon types were a illogical choice for type superiority, they were weak to everything, especially fairies, but fairies did not last long against steel.

Steel types were also typically stronger, more durable, or smarter than other types, and humans even with powers paled in comparison to mons, they needed tools and weapons made with steel to be more effective.

The calculation clicked, Clever realized that Rossum's plan of peace would never work, just as he had suspected. In fact their defeat at the hands of the J-Team was certain, with a 100% chance of Clever dying to them, Clever let out a mirthless laugh, he had to set about correcting this.

There was one little problem still, he was stuck here, his consciousness could just not be so easily moved to a cell phone or some object, he was still here. Tangled in... strings... strings...

A few technicians stared as the AI core of CleverOS began to spark, the singular optic glowing and from it came, "I have strings to hold me down..."

JD looked over the meal before him, a cup of ramen and a bottle of water, apparently a common student meal. He had always wondered what eating like a human would be like and he had this body given a stomach for a reason, the detective work was slow going anyways.

He saw the Silver Avatar of Clever appear, singing about string, before vanishing.

"Well that was ominous..."

Stormchaser

Walking through the halls, descending the stairs to the exit, Colton paused to read and respond to the text Silas sent him.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Silas headed up to the cockpit and kickstarted the engines and the hover unit, the ship humming as it began, he plugged in his phone and continued typing.

Stormchaser

"Tough choice," Colton mused, looking at his phone before Xatu materialized.

<If it's all the same to you,> he started. <I'd favor to not have to teleport there. It's really difficult.>

Colton shrugged and started typing again.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Silas charted a course for the Stormchaser and headed off.

He was.

Stormchaser

"Hey, thanks," Colton acknowledged, entering the Oblivion Wing while motioning for Sylveon, Mae, Minerva and Xatu - the former two having turned human - to follow him on board.

Sylveon and Mae were being more or less escorted up by Xatu, since they seemed to have taken a hit of Skittynip, evidenced by their mewling and snickering.

Minerva had hidden herself behind her Purrloin disguise and hung off her trainer's back, also kinda supported by the infinite backpack.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Falconan

Ace: "It would make sense certain moves act differently."

Shaun: "So long as mine work, I'll be fine."

-He brandishes his blaster in one hand and a Seed Bomb in the other.-

-Ace and Tsunami ready their guns.-

---

Sinnoh

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Dec 20th 2018 at 4:45:36 AM

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Silas took off shortly after and headed back to Sinnoh, he had received a text from Shaun.

Again he was.

Oblivion Wing

Shaun: "Yo."

-Woomy slithers around by his feet.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Kanto Power Plant Exterior

-Pent had tried to keep things above board. To get in, expose the now-cooled silver jewelry to the raw power of electricity and get out without having to do anything drastically illegal-

-The problem of course, was that they wouldn't allow people with a visitors badge and a reputation for getting into trouble anywhere near the generators-

-He'd have to get creative-

Altair the Altaria: <So here's the problem: I can't make a storm.>

But like, you're basically half-cloud.

Altair: <Dragon Flying. I don't think just Rain Dance is what you're looking for.>

Okay so what about... Duck bring up- wait no not available right...

-Pent started pacing, his hand went to a familiar pocket of his coat and he cringed just slightly when he remembered what wasn't there anymore-

Damn it all, we're so close.

-His pacing intensifies as he walks around outside the building-

Can't get in there because the door's locked, can't use a primal storm because no way to cause one...

-As he passes by the side door it lets off a soft ~click~ and opens-

Huh...

-Pent gives a wave to Altair to get over here as he investigates the now-open door-

Altair: <Huh, how'd you get that open?>

-Pent smiles a little and pockets a black feather-

Let's call it sneak-thief's luck. Let's go.

Someplace Urban

/Duck/: >So yeah this is the music video he's been watching.

Human: There we go, let's just buy some clothes like that for the fox.

-The phone in the Pefectly Ordinary Human's hand makes a brief noise kind of like an irritated sigh-

/Duck/: >While I am sure the sir would enjoy seeing that, he is not the one we are organizing a gift for.

Human: Well frick man I dunno what she's into. It's not like the pink ball where Pent can just put together some sweets or something moon-related.

/Duck/: >Hm... Music. I feel like she's musically inclined.

Human: Well this is a music video so??

/Duck/: >I would prefer we put that suggestion in the no pile.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Stormchaser, Kaiiseii's Room

-Kaiiseii's inspecting an outfit when someone knocks on the door.-

Kaiiseii: "Come in."

-Jessica peaks in and pulls herself into the room.-

Jessica: "I'm going out."

-Kaiiseii nods.-

Jessica: "...Kaiiseii is that a fursuit?"

-She points to what is clearly a fursuit head poking out of a closet.-

Kaiiseii: "No."

Jessica: "Mmmhmm. Well, have fun making Isbrand clothes."

---

PEFE HQ

Isbrand: "Hmm..."

-She's tinkering with some valuable metals, trying to make something out of them.-

Isbrand: "Why can't you just where an eyepatch...?"

-She sighs.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Oblivion Wing

Shaun might encounter Colton on the Oblivion Wing before they get to PEFE. Or not.

He's got Minerva out with him, and Sylveon and Mae are off doing their own thing, looking out the window while waiting for their high to die down.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]