Mementos

I wonder why he turned into a demon instead of something like Shadow Jerry though...

Thread: <You're just a sad, pathetic person who sees your ex like a Macraul sees their collection.>

Stormchaser

Misango: <Mhm. Bastion found a warp to the Stormchaser in Ersatz Alliance.>

Bastion and Milagros came around the corner.

Milagros: -handwaving- Hi!

Edited by Routeferret on Apr 22nd 2019 at 2:45:19 PM

stormchaser

Cady: Sorry, but I haven't seen someone called Tagg.

Kat: Who are they?

Stormchaser

Me: Bastion! Milagros! It's been a while!

-I go in for a hi-five-

Stormchaser

Milagros and Bastion would both high-five Ian.

Milagros: Bastion ended up helping me evolve in Pokemon form.

Stormchaser

Me: So that would mean...

-I check my Pokédex-

Pokédex: Pancham, The Playful Pokémon. A Fighting Type. Though it tries to look tough, Pancham has trouble being taken seriously by opponents. It grows up imitating the behavior of Pangoro, which it looks up to as a leader, but it can't help grinning if anyone pats its head.

Me: ...you evolved from a Pancham...

Pokédex: Pangoro, The Daunting Pokémon, and the evolved form of Pancham. A Dark and Fighting Type. Although it possesses a violent temperament, it won’t put up with bullying. It uses the leaf in its mouth to sense the movements of its enemies. Its arms are mighty enough to snap a telephone pole.

Me: ...into a Pangoro?

Stormchaser

Milagros nodded.

Macraul Manor

The stately ancestral home of the Macraul family is once more abuzz with activity as renovations are under way. New statues, most of them with Lowell's imprint, have arrived. Construction workers and their attendant machokes and conkeldurrs carry large corinthian columns of textured Lowecrete, whose embellished capitals are beautifully inlaid with a brilliant pinkish mineral. The mineral, when seen up close has a streaked, marbled pattern whose colors evoke the markings seen in goldeen.

The workers in general seem quiet, and almost happy. Lowell Macraul may be a prima donna when it comes to art, but follow his instructions precisely and ask fewer questions and they could expect a generous paycheck and really good coffee ("throwaway batches," so claims the viscount).

When asked, most would consider this to be an improvement over Lord Macraul himself. Paul had a way of intimidating peons he feels are below his station, and every family member has made reporting infractions to the patriarch a subtle yet intimidating threat.

Indeed, this pinkish mineral could now be found being surreptitiously added to the stately hallways of the Macraul home, all the way to the chambers leading to the family's extensive galleries.

Helena arrives with her furfrou Napoleon and sees Lowell, concluding his discussions with the foreman.

Helena: Lowell, darling, I'm curious of the stone that you're using for the manor. They don't appear to be made of Lowecrete or marble. Indeed, they resemble those peculiar mineral lamps.

Lowell: Salt lamps, my dear. This stone here? Halite. Halite is used extensively in my new vision of the grand halls and galleries. Inlays of halite tiles will adorn the walls. Laminated halite slabs are being incorporated into the polished stone floor. Halite accents in the columns and capitals would add a touch of color to the Lowecrete columns and half-columns.

Helena: What for? Don't tell me you've fallen for that quackery they've peddled.

Lowell: Well, they're lacquered, so you can't really inhale anything other than the ones in the salt lamps anyway—

Helena: What's the real reason? You'd laminate an entire building in Lowecrete if you could. There has to be a reason why you're cladding everything with salt.

Lowell: Okay, you've got me. Let's retire to a more secluded location.

And so they did.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 7th 2021 at 9:44:24 PM

Reversal Mountain

-Supporter's down-

-Bwie's down. She wasn't all that tanky-

Vermilion City

-a chill runs down Brie's spine-

Ever: Oh, come on, don't look like that. It's just a Victreebel.

Brie: I'm still not sticking my hand into it. And that's not what I'm worried about.

Ever: What is?

Brie: Uh...not sure.

Reversal Mountain

-the combined attacks on Bwefery wipe her out, and she...explodes into a bunch of circuits, a Whismur with an Emolga hat sprinting away-

-you thought Bwefery would actually fight someone face-to-face?-

Reversal Mountain, Ever Zone

-Bwever is still trying to fix their platform. It's been a frustrating time-

Bwefery: <Bwah.>

Bwever: <Bwah bwah bwah.>

-Bwefery whistles-

Bwever: <...Bwah.>

-she smacks them-

Reversal Mountain, Lava Pit

-and only Bwamanita is left-

Bwamanita: <Bwah! Bwah, bw... bwaaaah!>

-she scoops up Bwie, and dives into the lava-

-which again is just Kool-Aid with LED lights floating in it, so-

-that, uh...seems to resolve things????-

-He slaps Thomas's hand with a high-five.-

Ivan: "Oh, yeah, I've been meaning to tell him that, but I've been busy."

Hal: <Ivan, you've just been playing Death Road to [Canada] all week. Don't kid youself.>

Ivan: "Anyways, yeah, apparently you have your own souly dealy whatnot. Except yours is lame and can't, like, make stuff float."

SNES Cafe

Thomas makes his frappe float before Ivan, confounding Tommy even more.

Tommy: I can't do that.

Thomas: Yes you can. You're not trying hard enough.

Riley, to Ivan: I'm not psychic but Uncle T. here told me that you and another version of me do not get along. Dave Riley Albright by the way. Not exactly a cyborg.

Stormchaser

Me: Cool!

I still have my Pokéform...

-I take the Magical Scarf out of my bag and put it on-

HENSHI~N!!

-In a flash of light, I turn into a Ralts-

Me: <...I haven't evolved it yet...>

-I take the Magical Scarf off, and...-

-DE-HENSHI~N!!-

-...turn back into a human...-

Me: Not to ask the leading question, Ms. Mahina, but do you have a Pokéform?

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Apr 22nd 2019 at 10:08:35 AM

Mementos

Julius: I've seen people go down that path before... It never ends well.

Stormchaser

Mahina: Hmmm... This is a problem.

Reversal Mountain

Lina: Ugh... Is it over?

Stormchaser, elsewhere

-Voyd is wandering around when they're tapped on the shoulder-

-He turns around to see it's Merlin-

Voyd: Yo! Merlin! Long time no see!

Merlin: Hello there! I heard you had found your way to the J-Team.

Voyd: I sure did! They've been treating me well! I have a place to stay that isn't some awful prison, I have a food source that doesn't doom this planet... Pretty nice really!

-They think a bit.-

Though there is one thing I'm missing...

Merlin: Oh? What is it?

Voyd: My Ultranecrozium Z! I know it's stranded in this dimension somewhere... With that I'd be a step closer to getting my light back and that'd solve a lot of problems for both me and the J-Team!

Merlin: Hmmmm... I think I might actually have an idea of where it might be...

Voyd: ...Where?

Merlin: I heard tell of someone in a collector family in Kalos acquiring a crystal that glowed with an... Unusual light?

Voyd: Those bastards! I'm gonna go right over there and take it back!

Merlin: Now now, an operation like this requires a bit of finesse.

Voyd: Fine... What's your idea?

Merlin: Well, you see, the J-Team...

...Owes me one.

Voyd: Oh! Hehe, oh boy, this is gonna be intresting!

Merlin: It sure is!

-pulls out a phone and starts typing-

Stormchaser

Me: Oh? What do you mean, Ms. Mahina?

Macraul Manor, Library

Beneath an ominous statue of Sylvestra Macraul, Lowell and Helena sat down. Lowell had in his hands. Following them was a drone carrying books, with a projector beaming down the image of a porygon.

Lowell: Guinevere, is the room cleared of any listeners?

Guinevere manifests a hologram of a diminutive Kalosian secretary.

Guinevere: We are all alone, Viscount. Here are the books you've asked.

Helena: Lowell, what is going on?

Lowell: My dear, the halite is far from just a decorative accent. After extensive reviews, I have found one crucial weakness to the security systems both in my childhood home and our residence in the countryside. Our collections have been impenetrable to most mortal means of access, and the first few times that fae and psychic upstart burglars and vandals tries to invade the sanctity of Chateau Macraul they had been dealt with swiftly. But we are no longer dealing with garden variety trickery.

Helena: I am aware of the folklore, Lowell. But you don't suppose the fae themselves are trying to rob us?

Lowell: I will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of my family and their possessions. Think of our younger nieces and nephews. Or of Bryn? And if it were Sylvestre in that position that night. Would we not be recoiling in abject horror if he was involved?

Helena: This is serious. But what of psychics, husband? They are not repelled by salt and iron as the fae inexplicably are. Jammers of that sort are still decades from fruition. You said so yourself.

Lowell: One doesn't need a technological solution for everything.

A delta umbreon walks in, subsequently receiving a pat in the head from Lowell.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 24th 2019 at 4:29:31 PM

You know what? We're at least going to finish one thing we started.

-Soul Arrow leers.-

Soul Arrow: <I neither know nor care about this "Izaya" individual. I will not let it distract me from my mark.>

-He turns the arrow to Mason again... and then to a bush nearby, shooting that instead.-

Bush: Urk!

-The figure that looked like Mason dissipates into illusionary Obscura, and the real one stumbles out of the bush, clutching a wound in his shoulder.-

Namine: <Hey! All right, that's it!>

-She uses Psychic on Soul Arrow, which makes him cringe, but he stands his ground, forming another construct.-

Cerulean City

-Shaun's whole demeanor seems to shift. He lowers his head and glares at Soul Arrow.-

Shaun: "When you were chasing him, I wa just irritated. Now? I'm pissed."

Tsuboi: <Shaun, I can't advise/This course of action, man is/Not meant to fight Mon.>

-Shaun rolls his shoulders and flicks on his wristblades, Obscura radiating in waves from his body.-

Shaun: "The vow stopped applying when he shot Mason."

"Tsuboi! Get him!"

-Tsuboi Waterfalls at Soul Arrow's legs while Shaun uses his Obscura-fortified agility to position himself between Soul Arrow and Mason.-

Shaun: "You okay?"

Jackal had kept relatively quiet throughout the entire event, he just didn't really have anything to say.

"I guess that's why we're down here though. To deal with people too delusional to face up to the truth themselves."

Mason: Urk, yeah, I'm fine. I've got this.

-He takes his coat off, wincing at the shoulder movement required for the process, and puts his hand over the wound. Obscura seems to flow out of his hand and sort of weave through the wound, at least from what one might be able to tell with a shirt in the way.-

-Soul Arrow staggers back slightly, arrow construct half-formed, and scowls at the display from Mason as well as Shaun's own Obscuric display.-

Soul Arrow: <...So you would defend him even as he openly violates the gods' domain of life, as well. So be it.>

Mason: Chill the fuck out, it's just a fuckin' Obscura band-aid.

Soul Arrow: <Enough!>

-Soul Arrow takes the arrow construct and instead forms a sort of spear with it, leaping forward and lunging at Shaun with it. He is barely deterred by Namine using another Psychic on him.-

Namine: <I dunno what sorta old fashioned values you stick to, pal, but they better stop now!>

Cerulean City - TS

Shaun: "Ironic. You speak for justice yet try to murder innocents."

-Shaun closes his eyes and waves his arms in a circle, Obscura trailing behind his hands. He grins and opens his eyes, revealing yellow sclera and ice-blue irises.-

Shaun: "Normally we would save new techniques for emergencies, but we don't like you.'

-The Obscura refines itself into a hail of arrows. Shaun holds his hand in front of his face and smirks.-

Shaun: "You have five seconds to get the hell out of dodge."

Tsuboi: <Oh no, this is bad/Their new move is too draining/Even with combined strength.>

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Apr 23rd 2019 at 10:12:50 AM

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-The entire J-Team gets a text-

stormchaser, Gwen's room

-Gwen recieves the text.-

Gwen: Hmmm... Interesting. Well, I've got a score to settle with those Marcauls, there's no way I'm not tagging along!

stormchaser, with Cady and Kat

Cady: Oh! Seems someone's texted me... Ooh... This could be fun.

-She shows the text to Kat.-

Kat: Yeah! I'm so in!

-Kai is there. Not in the Rogue getup, but at least making an effort to not be super noticeable.-

Vermilion City, The Docks

Winter strolls down the ramp off the boat, drawstring duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Lupo pads at her side as they step onto the dock, looking around.

Winter: So, this is Vermilion, huh? Cute town.

<Lupo: Nice and sunny. Looks like there's plenty of nice places to nap.>

Winter: Lazy bum.

<Lupo: You know me, boss. Never met a patch of warm sand I didn't like.>

Stormchaser

-suddenly, my Xtransceiver vibrates-

Me: Huh? Nani o kore?^note Translation:What's this?

-I check my Xtransceiver to see...-

Me: ...a text?

-thinks to self- It's a text addressed to the J-Team!

...but... I'm not a member of the J-Team...

Unless...

Piku-chan: <What's that you got there?>

Me: A text from someone named "Merlin"...

-Suddenly, Oshawittle's Ball bursts open-

Oshawittle: <Merlin?! as in... Merlin Ambrosius, the wizard?!>

Me: Could be... but this text is addressed to the J-Team!

Piku-chan and Oshawittle: <ADDRESSED TO THE J-TEAM?!>

Me: Yes... Could it be a mistake?

Piku-chan: <No way it could be a mistake!>

Oshawittle: <It be-eth no mistake.>

-Suddenly, Raru's ball opens-

Raru: <I heard the news. You got a text addressed to the J-Team!>

Piku-chan: <He's wondering if it was a mistake...>

Raru: <There's no way it could be a mistake! Remember the Battle at Mt. Moon?>

Me: Where you learned Lucky Chant, OF COURSE!!!

Raru: <It looks like the J-Team owes Merlin a favor...>

Me: I know what I will do...

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Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Apr 23rd 2019 at 3:03:29 PM