-Scarlette shakes her head-

Scarlette: Don't worry about me, I just freak out about things sometimes. Just happened a bit too quickly a bit too drunkly. Drunkly? Drunkly. Nevermind.

-Beat-

Scarlette: A-anyway! We were talking about you being really pretty. And like, really good kissing. You kiss good.

PEFE HQ (TS), w/Tagg

Harlock hears another clang ring through the facility.

Captain Harlock: Well, considerin' the reverb from the oscillating sound waves ricocheting off the metallic walls of this here research facility-

There is another clang.

Captain Harlock: -my guessin' is that ITPD Captain Lombardi is currently taking someone to town in a corridor nearby. It sounds like her usual type of collateral damage.

PEFE HQ (TS), Corridor.

After her attack, The Captain is momentarily distracted by the arriving annoyance of Cylus's introduction. She is distracted for enough of a moment for all of the mon attacks to hit her - which push her back somewhat, but don't seem to phase or damage her as much as you'd expect.

The Captain: Nnng!

After shrugging off the attacks, she looks between the two opposing groups and glares.

The Captain: Kaikota!!

Suddenly, all of the blue energy is shed once more. Though instead of being shed in a spray of small energy bullets, it's shed into large plasma balls that burst into bullet spreads upon collision.

PEFE HQ (TS), w/Avenger Trio

Cytiss responds to Lillianna's previous parry with a parry of his own - blocking the swing aiming at his legs.

Inspector Pyferi: Good shot

The Inspector twists around, aiming his energy sword for Lillianna's hip.

Inspector Pyferi: Try again.

As Future!Bishop approaches Ctena, the Nihilego begins to panic and throws up a screen in self preservation. As Nihilegos tend to do.

Ctena: Brr-brrr! Brrr.....

PEFE HQ (TS), En Route to Lex's Module.

The Inspector notices both Whirlygig coming straight for him and his Luxray, and the Simipour/Tyranitar pair that seems to be guarding the entrance to the presumed module.

Inspector Bellucci: Yep! Just as expected, we got company! Farna?

Farna: <Yes?>

Inspector Bellucci: You know what to do girl!

Farna: <On it->

Part-way through her confirmation that the Luxray does indeed know 'what to do", she is struck in her back by Whirlygig's earthquake. Causing her to make a loud "MrrrrrrrrryyyyyAAAAAAH!" before being knocked out.

Inspector Bellucci: Merda!

The Inspector recalls his trusted Luxray and knocks an Ultra Ball off his belt, releasing an Absol.

Inspector Bellucci: Bimbo! Deal with the sky scorpion any way ya want!

The Absol stretches his claws and smirks.

Bimbo: <Ooh~ Playin' tricks and fightin' dirty is what I do best boss!>

The Absol sniggers at Whirlygig.

Bimbo: <And I got a whole bag of tricks~>

The Absol fires a Blizzard at Whirlygig, while the still-in-motion Inspector fires an electric-laced obscuric cutwave at Pica and Artemia.

Edited by PippingFool on Dec 27th 2018 at 10:23:15 PM

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Cylus morphs his left arm from sword mode to form a energy shield and he tucked in front of Hayon, letting the bullets fly at him. Cylus looked over at the Captain and grinned, "Fancy toy, got anything that deals in mimetic pollyalloy?"

As the bullet hell goes he morphs the arm back and forms a simple repulsor buster and started firing, Hayon backing him up with a flurry of aura spheres as well.

<You know your arm isn't mimetic pollyalloy... it's nanotech.>

"I know that, but those words are more fun to say than the alternative."

PEFE HQ

Sylvie dodges the initial balls, but The Punisher eats a face full of one and ends up getting her hit too. Rowan just puts up a Protect.

Mr. Bitey is still mysteriously absent.

off the shits

PEFE HQ, With Harlock, far past

-To Harlock-

So what will you do?

PEFE HQ, Near Lex's Module, far past

Artemia: -Makes a loud, echoing screech that rattles through the modules as she ducks behind Pica, the Tyranitar using Protect to block against the attack, before using Scald-

Pica: -Fires a Focus Blast at Bimbo while they're presumably distracted attacking Whirlygig-

Asimov Party, past

-To Zeke-

Don't want to get into it.

-Walks off-

Edited by rmctagg09 on Dec 27th 2018 at 7:31:55 AM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Asimov Party

"Huh?" Amaterasu asked, following where Pent was looking as she recovered with [Pichu]. "Well I'll be damned. There is karaoke," she said, pronouncing "karaoke" like a native would. "Might do it later," she figured.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Falconan, Definite Past

-/Duck/ took a moment to observe the fighters before starting to shamble towards one of them-

/Duck/: Exc-ting tactical flight aaaaaaaaac-

Asimov Party, Christmas

Yeah, maybe once it's less crowded... I don't really have a song in mind.

A villa on the Zaffiro Coast, that lull between Christmas and New Year's

-Latias was in a good mood. The holidays had passed and it was cute and intimate and now she was ready to get back out there and be famous-

-Which kinda made Susan hastily unpacking her 'spend a few days doing the pop star thing overseas' bag a little confusing-

Lati: Uh... What happened to the [Sydney] party?

-Susan doesn't really reply for a few seconds but when she does she doesn't really turn away from her work-

Susan: Thought I'd stay home for New Years, just do the civilian thing for a bit longer...

Lati: Really? But the fans are looking forward to it.

Susan: If the fans are going to be disappointed then fine. Too hot there anyways...

-That was the moment where Latias decided to go in for the comforting hug. That seemed to fade the tension a fair amount-

Latias: Okay counter offer: Castellia. Colder, we can watch the celebrations there and if you're up for it a small private gathering with some people we can trust. That sound good?

-Susan nods and sets the skirt in her hands back into the go-bag-

Latias: Love you.

Susan: You too...

Edited by Pentigan on Dec 28th 2018 at 12:58:17 AM

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

PEFE HQ, near Lex, past

That's one down...and there are reinforcements! We can do this...

-Whirlygig is feeling less confident, as the Blizzard knocks her out instantly. Halcyon looks strained, but stays floating. Brie just shivers a little, pulling her goggles down to protect her eyes-

Great. Everyone I have who resists Electric is still weak to Ice...

Brie: Tailwind. Bug Buzz.

-as Halcyon generates a strong wind blowing towards the Inspector and Bimbo, Brie presses a button to send out Zebub-

Zebub: <Oh no! We're stuck in an alternate universe where Pokefutures won!>

~Where does your information come from?~

-the Vivillon buzzes loudly, launching green waves of light at Bimbo-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Aismov Island

Gabrielle: "Oh, am I? I've never had the pleasure of kissing myself."

-...-

Gabrielle: "Zelel take a memo."

-Her phone vibrates.-

Zelel: "Conents?"

Gabrielle: "A link to the [Tv Tropes] page for Screw Yourself, followed by an equals sign and a thumbs up emoji."

Zelel: "Done. Enjoy yourself, mademoiselle."

Gabrielle: "Of course. Now, where were we, Scarlette?"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Asimov Christmas Party

Luciana decides to take this moment to remind everyone she exists.

Luciana: "Questions I never wanted the answer to about someone I met five minutes ago, answered."

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

Aismov Island

Gabrielle: "Oh! I'm sorry, Luciana. Would you like to taste my lips too?"

-She slyly, smugly smiles at Luci and raises an eyebrow.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

PEFE HQ, Past

H. G. Cross: Well then! You better-

-Pent moving the modules opens a path for Squirps, Molph, and Mauve to enter-

Squirps: ...You.

H. G. Cross: ...You.

Molph: ...Who?

Contact Me!

Scarlette: ...I really like the way you think. I wonder where the me that's really supposed to be here is, I should ask her what she thinks. Oh, gods, I hope the other me is still a girl like me. I dunno what I'd do if other-me is a guy.

-Beat-

-Beat-

Scarlette: Ignore all that. Wow that went in a direction.

Asimov Party

Luciana: "... Okay."

She then looks at Gabby and points up at, well, what is probably intended to be pointing out the lack of mistletoe, but instead she's pointing at a very voxel-y mistletoe.

A Porygon-Z is floating behind her, making a shushing motion.

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

-a collection of Eeveelutions is looking at their soon-to-be new family member-

Egg: -wiggles-

Icicle: <Eee! I have a new grandkid!>

Shadow: <Grandkid? That means you want one of us to adopt her?>

Icicle: <Why not? You'd all make good parents.>

Marine: <She's blue, so she's mine.>

Electro: <No, no, no, you'd just teach her to laze around all day. She needs someone active! Someone with drive and ambition!>

Fireball: <Like me!>

Electro: <Yeah, like— hey, wait a sec!>

-Electro pounces on Fireball and the two start biting at each other-

Marine: -sigh-

Stella: <Well I already have a child of my own and don't have that much desire to take care of another.>

Celeste: <Aww, I would have liked a little sister, but a new cousin is okay too.>

Leaflet: <You said she liked music, right?>

Forte: That's what the letter said.

Leaflet: <Then I think Shadow should take her.>

Shadow: <What?>

Leaflet: <You have a great singing voice.>

Fireball: <No way! If he takes her then she'll only learn about stupid card games and— Ow!> -rolls over and bites Electro back-

Icicle: <Oh! Oh! Did someone mention singing? I'm mister white Chr—>

-every one of Icicle's kids flattens their ears-

Leaflet: <Please not that song again, dad...>

Icicle: <Hmph. Your mother appreciates my singing.>

Forte: I had an idea about that, actually. Here, lemme show you.

-Forte gets out a speaker and sets it near the egg-

Forte: Now the most important part of dance is music, so now let us listen to the music and identify the beats...

Egg: -starts wiggling along to the song-

Everyvee: <Oooh!>

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

Asimov Party, Karaoke

-Lissa keeps watching the karaoke with casual interest, possibly laughing a bit too hard when Daydre nearly succeeds at turning herself inside out. After Colton finishes his last set, however, she eyes him with a curious raised eyebrow.-

Lissa: You okay? Want me to lighten the mood by belting out some Linkin Park or something?

PEFE HQ, Access Corridor - Past

-This time, Lillianna's attempt to parry Cytiss's swing doesn't blunt the force of the blow, and she is knocked onto one knee.-

Lillianna: Ah!

-She attempts to surge back onto her feet and shoulder-slam Cytiss - though due to her light frame it's probably little more than a glancing blow - while Future!Bishop aims another Brick Break at Ctena.-

Edited by Herbert40k on Dec 28th 2018 at 12:16:15 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.

PEFE Raid, Past

Oh good, the cavalry's here.

-Pent waves and returns to joining his team in staring down the timecop-

I better what? Because you're even more outnumbered now sir.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Asimov Party

"... The worst part is I don’t know if you're being sarcastic."

"The song was literally called 'Panic Attack'!" Sylveon’s voice chimed from the backpack. "I think she has plenty of reason to worry!"

"Hey, I like hard, driving rock. If that comes at the consequence of lyrics that makes my mother blush, so be it."

Accumula Town

A Deerling sneezed, warding away the hand of Micah Rever.

Asimov Party

"But yeah, I'm not gonna keep the set to myself. Sing whatever," he allowed, standing aside for Lissa and taking a seat.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Asimov Party, Karaoke

-Lissa smirks at Colton.-

Lissa: Alright, if you say so.

-She strides up to the machine, grabs the mic, and scrolls through the listings until she finds the right track. She waits for the opening metal to go by, then starts singing with a surprisingly melodic voice that seems rather at odds with the song.-

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

-She draws in a deep breath before launching into the chorus.-

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

-Her voice halts a bit before she continues.-

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be...

-She waits for the piano to fade out before replacing the mic and sitting down next to Colton with a grin.-

Lissa: Phew, apparently screaming angst really tears up your throat. I'm gonna need a fair few daiquiris to wash the taste of emptiness out of my mouth.

Edited by Herbert40k on Dec 28th 2018 at 12:44:11 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

"Hence why as much as I like the song," Colton started. "I did not join in on the chorus. It was a phase," he prematurely defended, looking through the listing again before he stopped, smirking. The song kicked on.

Can you please~
Slow down your motions?
They're causing commotion
I can't keep up with
Where you're going anymore
Lay down dead roses
You've been holding
And rest your shoulders
You can't carry this cross
You've chosen anymore

You're running through the motions of the emotionless
You're running through the motions of the emotionless

Stop trying to show
How to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts

Replay the process
Calling it progress
To calm down your conscience
But you cannot wear this crown
You've chosen anymore

You're running through the motions of the emotionless
You're running through the motions of the emotionless''

Stop trying to show
How to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts

You're running through the motions of the emotionless
You're running through the motions of the emotionless

The wind blows
Against the stone
And leaves the body cold

The wind blows
Against the stone
And leaves the body cold

Stop trying to show
How to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts

You're running through the motions of the emotionless
You're running through the motions of the emotionless

You're trying to show
How to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts

He stepped down from the stage, gently massaging his throat. "I'mma take a break from that. Like, 15 minutes or so," he said.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Trainwreck: -to Colton- "Well... we managed fine with it first time at least. Plus you start out with your own and not cramped with two in one..."

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

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Aismov Island

-Gabrielle gives the Pory a thumbs-up and leans towards Luciana.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Hazard realized as soon as he sent this it's probably going to mean he'd have to get his dad to be human the whole time.

Plus himself too because yeah.

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

Asimov Space Station, past

Tommy is on the phone. The giddy look on his face seems to indicate that he's in a place with excellent reception.

Tommy: 'Sup guys!

Aunt April: Thomas? Thomas, where are you?

Tommy: You wouldn't believe me if I told you so I'm just gonna say I'm on assignment.

Aunt April: That bright blue curvy thing outside your window, is that Earth? Tommy, are you in Space?

Tommy: Yeah, April. Real dream come true.

Aunt April: Okay, let me give that editor of yours a piece of my mind. Climbing buildings and going to crime scenes is one thing but this is totally out of ha—how did you get up here?

Tommy: We have a copy of the GeoSoc mag that had this thing here. The one with the space plane in the cover. Picture that, but better.

Aunt April: A plane? You didn't go on a rocket?

Tommy: Sort of. I'd use the technical term but that's even worse. And really, they tend to use the word rocket for the thing that went to Mars. As far as travel goes its no worse than a comfy airplane ride. Here's what the plane's interiors look like.

Tommy sends April a picture of himself lounging about in what appears to be a business class chair... that seems roomier than the business class accommodations.

Aunt April: Don't you have that thing you were supposed to go to?

Tommy: Oh, yeah. The party. I'm covering that in a couple of days. Or is it hours. I'm kinda only here for the tour, ask questions, and have the write-up ready on my way down.

Aunt April: You going with Mr. Albright?

Tommy: Naw, I'm covering the event alone. My intern had some family thing he needed to attend for the holidays. Will be back to spend New Year's with you guys, though.

Asimov Party, Past

Drake: <It was pretty nice that those folks from the J-Team let us ride.>

Shinji: <Are you sure he'll be here.>

Drake: <I Know You Know I Know how to read. Read it in their invites that the Geographic Society was an official press partner.>

Shinji: <And this makes us sure that Tommy will pick us up because?>

Drake: <Well, we don't but who knows? Maybe Gavin will be there, or Mr. Jean, or whoever. Someone from our office will take us in and give us back to Tommy. Plus, we told some of the staff members to give us these "GeoSoc Pokémon, please return to staff.">

Shinji: <Literacy is truly magic.>

A wild-ish spinarak of unusual coloration appears.

Drake: <Oh my gosh, it's Tobi! Tobi! Tobi! Tobi!!!!!!>

Tobi: <Oh, it's you guys.>

Drake tackles Tobi in what appears to be an attempt at a human expression of affection.

Drake: <It's been so long! Where's Tommy!>

Meanwhile, meanwhile.

Tommy, in video chat on his phone, again: A karaoke machine? Sweet.

Aunt April, over the phone: Oh, here it goes.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jan 10th 2019 at 7:47:32 PM

PEFE, Past

H. G. Cross: -to Pent- Very clever, siccing my ex-boyfriend on me!

Molph: <...Wait, what?>

Squirps: ...It's true.

Mauve: {...Oh yeah. Oh hell. That was one messy breakup.}

Contact Me!