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Channah: -chirps- -whoosh- Yeah, we really like sand and rocks. And giant bugs. -gives the grunt an inquiring look-

Ever's House

-Ever smiles. Just a little, but it's there-

Ever: Flattery will get you nowhere, Lu.

-they nestle in-

Breeze ordered a margherita? That'll take forever to get out...ah well. He's the one who gets to be uncomfortable until it's over with. I'm quite cozy.

-they take another slice-

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Mobius Grunt #1: -Grabbing a Poké Ball- We don't have to tell you anything!

Mobius Grunt #2: Yeah!

Mobius Grunt #3: If we beat you we'll probably get a huge reward!

...I don't think battling us is going to go as well as you think. If you just walk away, we can all just pretend this didn't happen, make something up to satisfy Multiman or Izaya, I don't really care. If not, well...

Muddy: <I haven't had a real fight in months, you'd just be some starting route mons.>

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Hale: -unfolds his arms- <Iam.Ofcourse.Infavorofthoroughpestcontrol.>

Channah: Eh. I dunno, if we do fight, then maybe we could get some answers about what's going on here. -looks skeptical- ...If they even tell these guys anything, that is.

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-To the Grunts-

So...?

Mobius Grunt #1: -Releasing an Abomasnow- We're not giving up that eas-Is immediately sent, along with their mon, into one of the colony walls with two swift High Jump Kicks-

Pheromosa: -Angrily- {This place is so, dirty, dirty, dirty! And you're responsible!}

-Immediately goes to town on the Mobius Grunts-

Edited by rmctagg09 on Jan 9th 2019 at 11:10:51 AM

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Channah: -steps back- Eyy, sweet. I wish that could happen with all of my battles.

Hale: -looks slightly disappointed and impressed at the same time-

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Mobius Grunt #2: Okay, let's get back to our other base!

Other base?

Mobius Grunt #3: -Activates a device similar to the one that got us into this mess, and the Mobius Grunts all disappear into an Ultra Wormhole, which then closes behind them-

Shit.

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Channah: Er. Okay then. -turns to the Pheromosa- Uh, thanks for that.

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Pheromosa: -To Channah- {A deal is a deal, is it not? I got this off of one of them, maybe it'll help.}

-Said thing turns out to be another portal device-

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Channah: Awesome. -to Tagg, withdrawing Hale- Right, let's get out of here already.

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Pheromosa: {Now if you'll excuse me, I have a home to clean now that those annoying humans are gone... By the Blinding One I feel like I'll never clean up this mess...}

-Holding the device-

Well it appears to be pretty simple to use, though I think it only has one charge, but if we use it we'll probably at least end up wherever those Grunts went to, which means a chance to resupply.

-Presses a button and we disappear in a flash of light-

Ever's House

Lucius: Will it not? Ah well, I'm happy where I am. Turns out your bed is real cozy. Why didn't you invite me into it sooner?

-He chuckles to himself and takes another slice of his own.-

Lucius: And yeah, Breeze ordered a margherita, though that's hardly the worst of it. There's also two made with blue cheese, one that's been cut into a spiral for some reason, and one that I'm pretty sure is technically illegal under maritime law.

Edited by Herbert40k on Jan 10th 2019 at 8:32:37 PM

Geographic Society Office, Unova. past

Hank Harvey is in a conference with three people on video chat. On one monitor is a young man floating around weightlessly in a chamber.

Hank: Petersen, would you turn the gravity back on?

Tommy, on the monitor: You can't turn the gravity off, Hank. The entire thing just spins right round, round, round, round like those things that make music before they invented CDs. I'm just in a 0G segment they let guests use to have that no-gravity experience. Are you sure about not making this our front page story for the magazine?

Hank: You just worry about making this look good, Petersen. Asimov's the company to impress.

Hank facepalms as Tommy yells "weeeeeeeee" like a child in the background. That was his favorite song.

He moves on to the next monitor. It is a slightly older young man currently at the terminal of the Lumiose City Airport.

Shutter: Really appreciate you approving the start of my break on the day of my flight, Harvey.

Hank: You're welcome, Albright. Enjoy your Angelan shuffle. Did you finish everything?

Shutter: Everything should be in your inbox. Sparky's working on the final footage. And we uploaded the highlights of my panel discussion weeks ago.

Hank: And Losken. When can we expect him back in Unova to be on Arachna-Guy duty?

Shutter: He's on break.

Hank: What!

Gimbal, via text: YOU HEARD HIM, BOZO. INTERN'S ON LEAVE.

He moves to yet another monitor, this time showing a lean middle-aged man in his living room in Lumiose City.

Hank: We don't give Interns paid leaves, Martel.

Jean, drinking hot chocolate while wearing an ugly sweater: We do now.

Hank: What the— then who's taking the holiday pictures of Arachna-Guy?

Tommy, tumbling in 0G: You wouldn't be able to find him anywaaaaaaaaay.

While Tommy floats away from the webcam's field of vision, Tobi floats by, his feet resting in a fine web.

Hank: Yeah. And wasn't he supposed to be with you for that party?

Tommy: No worries, Hank. I can handle a little shindig at Asimov. I don't even need to be off the clock!

Hank: And Martel, care to explain this?

Jean: Kid asked for time off one day to visit his family back in Sinnoh and I told him to talk to HR. He got approved. We would've given him legally mandated time off anyway, but we'd have suggested he go attend some of our Christmas festivities. His pokémon seemed eager to join them when I sent the suggestion, but apparently, his father and family had a party planned. So I send the invite to my father. Jenny and I had to take action when he got a bit too drunk and those coalsack Santa incidents happened.

Shutter: Wait, Tommy's in space?

Tommy, in a childlike voice: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 2nd 2019 at 9:31:13 PM

"I personally prefer to think it's the aesthetic sense, it just speaks to the style befitting a vampire. Though I never got the fangs personally, I once met a vampire who claimed he scraped and licked."

Victor laughed and summoned some wine, "Sure it can't just be to see a oldcomer return to Kalos and my castle, surely it's more. Perhaps the stock I keep in the cellar."

"They're kind of hard to spot and the transformation stuff are restricted materials, hence the rap battle, I wasn't just allowed to leave with the stuff."

~Honestly it comes from a good position, no reason everyone should get their hands on this potentially dangerous stuff.~

"I say get through the gym stuff first before trying to get your own. Ask Lucius about it."

Stormchaser - Casa Del Rever 2.0

With Colton having left his room for some reason he did not disclose, leaving his team behind to not trash the place up, quite a few of his Pokemon had elected to get a little fresh air. Some had grabbed some chokers and turned human.

<So,> Xatu asked from the bed, having appeared to space out for the longest time. <You guys know that Sunny and Roy are having a kit?>

Helmsman and Julius, both playing [Mario Kart] in their human forms, looked at Xatu from the foot of the bed. "Aw man," Helmsman realized. "How long has this been going on and why didn't anyone tell me sooner?"

"You probably wouldn't have the heart to tell him, anyway," Julius observed. "Colton isn't exactly the type to raise a Pokemon from an egg. Hell, it's been over eight years and sixteen Pokemon and to this day he has only raised two of us from birth: Amaterasu and Pyukumuku. And they were both gifts."

<He's right,> Minerva said, having disguised herself as a pillow before she dropped her illusion. <Colton doesn't look like the kind of person to catch first and ask questions later. I mean, he still hasn't really captured me! I technically captured myself!>

<Really?> Caliburn asked. <Which type of Pokeball?>

<Luxury,> Minerva said.

<Sorry, but we were talking about Colton's reaction to Sunny's kit,> 9-Volt interjected. <How are we going to break the news to him? I know he won't shoot the messenger, but I'm pretty sure he'll berate them for not speaking up. They've kept this egg secret since New Year's, and I'm pretty sure Colton doesn't like having secrets kept from him for no good reason,> he considered.

<Well, we're going to have to tell him before the egg hatches,> Mae decided. <Any later and he's going to assume that one of us is trying to become a trainer. And, well, that's his thunder.>

<Got a note penned!> Warner interjected, flying over everyone's heads with a note in his talons. He set it down in front of Julius, who looked at it and sighed.

<I can't read this!>

<We've seen Colton read birdmon writing before,> 9-Volt considered. <He'll be able to read it this time, I know it!>

The door clicked, and everyone returned. Colton entered his room, noticing the slip of paper fluttering to the ground from where Julius once stood, as well as the Switch still being on. He grabbed the note out of midair, and read it. With great difficulty.

Colton's Mindscape

"This is Warner's writing," Smartass noticed. "It's got the same style as the Bronze Birds poster, but it's somehow worse."

"That's a nice observation," Realism started. "But we need to figure out what it even says."

"Looks like it says something about Sunny, Roy and a… kit?" Otaku observed. "Weird. Warner wouldn't know that term."

"Julius, Xatu, Sylveon and Ammy would," Strategist noticed. "They are some of our smarter Pokemon. They probably had a discussion about who would tell us."

"WHAT?!!?" Ambition finally demanded. "Sunny and Roy are having a kit and no one told us?!"

"I think we've become a bit too much of a fox person," Talbain realized. To prove his point, the hologram in the center lit up, showing Colton's entire team. The foxmons - Sylveon, Amaterasu, Sunny, Minerva and the nameless Fennekin the egg would hatch into - all lit up.

"That's almost a third," Programmer noticed.

"The amount of foxes we have isn't our primary concern," Realism reconsidered. "It's Sunny and Roy having a kit and no one telling us," he added.

Reality

"Alright guys, come on out. I promise I'm not mad at any of you, least of all Warner," Colton announced.

Everymon promptly materialized and sat down, some claiming chokers so others would have room to sit, save for Warner who was a little too nervous to come out.

"Okay, I understand that you were all hesitant to tell me. And I can understand that. It's a pretty big development, a new mouth to feed, a new 'mon to train. But if you guys can just tell me earlier, I'll be able to prepare for these kinds of things. I have the money to take care of quite a few more 'mons, but I still want you guys to tell me about these kinds of things in advance, okay? It'd be a headache for all of us otherwise."

Everymon nodded, some noticeably more ashamed than others.

"Hey, don't beat yourselves up. You all take enough punishment from battling. T-tell you guys what. Why don't we try to rematch Cynthia again, eh? I know we'll be able to beat her the second time! We've got a bigger party, we've gotten stronger as a team and individually, and we know we can beat Sinnoh's Elite Four. C'mon, eh?" He asked, putting his hand in.

Minerva nervously put her paw in, paranoid that Colton would discipline her if she didn't battle. She didn't learn all those moves for nothing!

"N-no, not you, Minerva. You don't have to fight, just, d-don't worry," Colton comforted as he gently nudged the Zorua's paw away.

Around that time Sunny and Roy had elected to enter the room. A sleeping Fennekin rested on Sunny's shoulder, carefully held there by her opposite paw. She looked at the scene in some amount of confusion.

A minute or so later

"Oh, your egg hatched while you guys went out for a walk?" Colton asked. "Well, congrats. Just know that they're your kid, so you guys feel free to raise them however. I'll support you, I have the money for it," he allowed.

Roy removed his scarf, looking at his kid stirring. <We've elected that we're not going to force him to follow in either of our paths. We're just going to let him live life the way he wants.>

<Come up with any names?> Caliburn asked.

"<Koyasa,>" Sunny and Roy chorused, sitting down on the bed. Koyasa descended from her mother's shoulder and attempted to get a little affection from her father.

The Blaziken scratched her behind her ears, earning a little excited yip from her.

Unknown to them, Amaterasu was filming the entire thing.

Some time later

Koyasa was still sitting on the bed, having somehow acquired a cinnamon stick to gnaw on. He didn't exactly notice Colton approach him and sit down but he did notice him stroking him behind the ears. Koyasa hopped back a little, dropping the cinnamon and looking at Colton, ear hair on end.

Colton wordlessly raised his hands in mock defense before he stepped away. "Territorial little fox," Colton observed.

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Channah: Oh, that's goo- -blip-

Ultra Space

-We find ourselves flying through what can only be described as a light tunnel through space, Ultra Wormholes flitting in and out of existence-

Muddy: <What is this?>

Realm between worlds I'd assume, just gotta ride the figurative waves of spacetime until we reach our destinination!

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Channah: -shuts her eyes- Too much. Visual stimulus. How do we know - which one that is?

Halis: <Well, that's probably a good idea, anyway... I still need to go properly introduce myself to the Bellsprout from earlier, since I was going to bring them along to help with the Gym and all.>

Aran: <Although if we're being honest, Halis is probably the opposite of dangerous...>

Halis: <H-hey, what's that supposed to mean?>

Aran: <Nothing, really, I'm just pointing out facts.>

Halis: <...You're probably right, actually. I'm guessing Lucius knows where to find this stuff. Let me know when you want your scarf back, by the way. I just hope this store thing has one in pink, to match my regular one, of course.>

Ultra Space

-To Channah-

It would be a white Ultra Wormhole.

-At this moment four Lunala in their Full moon phase fly above, below, and to our sides-

Guess we've got some guests, huh?

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Channah: Whoa. Those're cool. Sorta different from the other Ultra Beasts.

Ever's House

Ever: I...maritime law? How's that work?

Breeze: <Classified, kid.>

Ever: ...Okay. Well.

-they go a little red-

If you wanted an invite, you really only had to ask, Lu.

Kalosvania

Serana: Mostly I was looking to see if you were going to be as much of a problem as some others in the region. And... I'm sorry, I have distinct reservations about thralls so I'd prefer not to visit your stock.

Someplace, currently

-Pent was kinda... Laid out somewhere. He was feeling a bit drained and out of sorts for a few days and honestly the lack of word on a Tagg Rescue Party was starting to get to him-

Frick it, I'm gonna do it myself.

-The nearby ghost-tree looks up from their self-reflection and it doesn't take long for the pink blob to notice too-

Monos: <I wouldn't...>

Shift: <Dude you can't go off alone and do this. Firstly you don't have a way in secondly you can't just look on your own.

Well what am I supposed to do then? I've just been sitting here on my ass while someone's gone and pseudo-assassinated the most experienced member of the Team bar me and there's been no action the sky problem since the raid that didn't even bring us any closer to a solution it just got my bag back and shut down a developing glitch!

Shift: <Maybe trust that the world's gonna be fine? When has a story ever ended with 'actually they failed and the world ended'?>

-Pent takes a moment to think on that and clearly that was the wrong question to ask because he figures out an answer and goes pale-

I'm not going to let that happen.

Shift: <Crap no I mean->

-He picks up his bag and recalls his mons-

Ever's House

Lucius: Then I guess I should've asked sooner.

-He puts his hand on Ever's thigh and leans in for a kiss on the cheek, before going red himself.-

Lucius: ...Was that too much? Sorry if that was too much. I just thought it might lighten the mood but in hindsight it might be going a bit too far in the opposite direction and this is all still kinda new so I'm not really sure where the boundaries lie and I should probably stop talking now shouldn't I?

Ultra Space

Lunala, emissaries of the moon, they'd be classified as legendaries, though their exact divinity is... ambiguous. They can generate Ultra Wormholes of their own accord.

Lunala #1: -Flipping on its back to look at us directly- <You're different than the other humans that came through here.>

You wouldn't happen to know where they've gone, would you?

Lunala #2: <We can lead you there.>

-The tunnel widens for a moment, and far below we see what appears to be an entire fleet of spaceships-

Huh, looks like they're staging for something.