Containment Unit

Duolis: I have a feeling the two are connected...

Kolemm: D͖̟̩̹̫ͅi̧̼͙̣n̺̖͖̻g̱̼͕̼̼ ͚̝͘d̬͉̺̮͈̤̻͡ḭ͎̣n̼̮͘g̖͉̪ ̼di̢n̮͇̯̘̩̥g̹̗̬ ̨̗̗̮g͓h̖͖̜̣̞̻̬o̵s͍̱̖̫͢ţ̲̙̳̭ ̟͉͙̜̮̗l͏a̼̝̫͈d͎̥̙̬y͈͡'͟ͅs ́g̱̖̼̬ot ̫̥͞i̗͖̭͚̥t̳̥̗.̴̟̟ ͕̥̳B̳͈ùg̨g͙̦̭i̝̦͟n̯̬͈͎̱͈g͝ ̣̜͓͎̯t̨͇̙̦̻̼͖̜h̫̬͠a̛t̝̼͕̼ k̝͔͖̭̯͙̲i̝̗d̠͜ ̖͓̟̰w҉͕͉a̷͖̣͇̯s ̘̞̘a̷̘̲̻̫̯̦ ḿ̹͓̬̱̯͕͍è̞̮̥̩a̖͘n̙̦̖̱̲̰s̠̜͎̯ ̬̙͖̬͈̝ͅt̯͜o̟̠̰͍͖ ͏̤͇͎͇a͇̩̠̰͠ń̪̰͍̥͙̯͚ ̻̻͙̳͍͍e͓n̯̰͍̜͝d̛͉̠̲̼̭̫̤;̢̹͈̥̰̙ ̧̣͔̱͉ͅI̹̜̯̮̦̮͇͜ ͙͓̻̭̣͉ͅw̦͚̪̙̞͇̞͜a҉̖̗̥͍̮n͓͕̦̱͢t̵̘͕͔e̼͔̟̯ͅd͇̪͠ ̟M̡͔̻̼̳̮͓̬o͏͉̜̳̯͚̞b̴̞i̭̤u̷͕̰̯͕͓̭s̭͖͖̳'̳̣͕͙̯̬ ̫̳a̩̞̩͕͝ͅt̫̥̥̼t̼e̸̫n̦̱̰̥͘t҉͙̖ͅi͕̦̦̟̹͈̘o̵̖̝̻͈̖̥͇n̙̭͉ͅ,͏͎̺̻ ͕͕̹̙ḁ̴̮͍ṉ̴̻̣̺͕d̘͎̠̯͞ͅ I̲͉̞ͅ ̥K̰͈̰͘N̢̳̮̘̣͓̺E̺͖W̖̤͔̗ ҉̤̘̮ṯ̪͉̥̝͉̹͠h͠e͇͚̲̹̜͖͔y̹̭͘'̖͝d̘̖͔͖ͅ ̲c̵̜̟̖ͅo̬͙͚̯͡m̷̥̬̠͓̪͔̟e̮̻ ̘̯͓r̨͖̘͕̯u͖̩̼̬̦͘n̞͚̻ṋ̮̝͚i̖ṉ̦̗͍͡g̫ ̷̮̭i̲̲͈͎̙͞f̯̞̱̯̺̫̹ ̢̘I̟̤͎ ̛̝͙̘͈̝͇ͅg̹̱̥͙̯͚͞o̺͚̪̥̰t͓͍͎̱̥̦͡ ͎͕t͡h̺e̷͔̰͇͓̗̱̣ ͓̠̜ͅJ̶͎̬-̳͚T̶͉ͅea̤̺͙͇͙̤̙͘m̟͉̙̠͓̩ t͍̼̻̰͕̹o͖̻͓͘ ̲̮̫c̗͎͔a̲̲͖̯̘̘͍u͞s͢é͕̠̮̰ ̮a̯̻̰͍̱̥͓ ͓̗̣̩͠ͅr̮͎̠̙̝̩ͅu͕c̖̲͖̠͖̳̺k҉̗us̺.̱͖́ ̤͍̭̞͟B̮͎̬̣̼u̦t͙̪̻̭̼̤͙ ҉t̬͍͎h͙͎̹̥̝̹̺e̝̯̝̝͟y҉̲̳͓̣̠ ̸̹̠͇̪̗̪̣w̹e̲̪̹̫̬͙r̴͇͍̯̝̫͈͎e̥̝̱̻̜͠ ҉̮̪̟̼͕̳̦m͍̤͈͈̝͞o̝̜r̀ͅe̬ ͏̹̪̱̪̘c̠͎a͔͎̦̬̭̮̹͢u͖͜t̨̤̖̮i̙̳̦̹̠͉o̷̥̘̘̺̣ͅu͏̹s͏ ̵̜̦͙̗t̠͡h҉̪a̟̼͇̮̗͘ͅn̼̮̹ ̫͓ạ̮n̨͎̜̮͖ͅt͙̜̦͕̮͔̻ic͇̥̥͖͇͓͢i̹͈̣̟͍̬̪p̭̮a̛̹̦̫̙̥̠̠t̵̩e̛̳̱d̘̜͍̺.̝̺̝̺̦̞

Stormchaser

-To Kolemm-

And why did you want Mobius' attention?

Containment Unit

Kolemm: W͏͙͍̠e͇͈l̮̖̪̫ͅl̷̝̫̗̟̺͓̤,͓͖͓̯ ̤̠̜̟̞l̹e͈͓̬̹̭̝͇t͘ ̬͜m͕̼̬̖͙̱͎e͏̠͔̣̳̳͓ ̖͉̳͡ǵ̻̝̭̗e̹̺̪͞t̴̳̗ b̮̙̜̭͚ͅa͔̙̬c͓̯̺͇͙̙̰͢k͖̼̞̰̤̀ ̢͕̜̗̪̲̪̮t̪̻͙͓͍ͅͅo̷̞͖̥̯͈͖ ͏̮͕͍̺̜̙͈t̮h̳̱̗̩͓̀ͅe͈̯̖ ̘̩̩͚̰̞͓e̗ạ̖ŕ̰͖̰̯̲͕ļ̯͍͈͈͕̰͔y͇̙̳̮̣̭ ̢͓͕̪̳̙ḏ̹̜͈͕̱͇a̘͓͢y͙ş̲͈̤̮̫̜͍ ̹̬͈̯̯̘͕o̙̯̦̤͍͔f̯͚̙͞ ̙̤̻t̠̫͕̝̥̝̱h̫̩͇́i̩̱̳̬̺s͈ ̪̥̟G͍l̹̪̗i̠̣̦̠̱̩̝tc͟h̙̖ ̪̕t̨h̸̦̖̜̣i̮̺̤̼͝n̖͈̣͝g̣͙̤͈.̤̪̣̣͔ ̤͟P̼̹̠͈͉͎͈ḛ͟o҉̰͖p̠̯̺͕̻͠l҉̝̲̞̦e̝͎ ̰ḻ̜̺ov̳̤e͉͕ͅd͏̜̙̪͍͓ m̡̮̼͉̯̠e̜̹̬͈,̴͈ w̮̞͘o̳̦̲̤r͔̦s̠͚̳̠͔͜h͚̺̲̭̩̫i̛͙͙̪̼̦̩p̵̼̺̜͈̩̣p̜̟̜̼̪͞e͇̻͢ḍ͔̙ ̴̰̦͇̼̩̣ͅm͇̰̺͇͉͈͈͟e̞̰͖̖,̡̻̬̲̪ ̸̞̳̮͇̗̯͖I̫̞̣̥ ͕̪̜d̤͍̬i͙̟̰̜d̦̺͖̱͈̣̹ ̭̺͍t͎͉͚͓̩h̥͈̳͚͙͇̜e͓͕̙m̢͔͇͙̭͕̲ ͓̱a̤͡l͍̙̥͞l ̱͉̪̣͖͔s̪̕o̕r͢t̵̙͉̭̹s͎̬̳̕ ͏͓̺̦͍͈͈o̠̘̹ͅf̨̯̤͈̤̙ ͚̥͈̳̀f͚̱̤͢a͏̫͙̠̬͙̫v̱ơ͖̮͉̟͚̻̘ṟ͔͎̭s̲̯̼̭͈̠͖̕ ̪͍͓̩̠w̫̭̜̦͕̠i̭̭̻̖̰͞t͚͙̞͚̮h̴̯̰̫͓̯̗ ̼͇͟t̞̰͙͉͢h̥e̮͠ ̵r͢e̘a̷̫̮̥ͅl͢i̼͓͇̖̰̜̥t̶͍̯͕̲̰y̻̜͈͘-̝̭w̧̰̜̟̥a̝͕̪r̀p̴̰̤̖͈̻i̛̮ṉ͕̠̻̲͔ͅg̦͓̗̞͍̲̬ ҉̹̣͔͎̦͈̬a̴̜̗̼͕̘ͅn̜̦̗͍͇̹̟d ͞t͈̲̼h̯̼̜͚͓e̵͇̪̮̘͖̩͈y͙̩ ̙̝̻͉b̘̺͔̟̬a̫̘̼c̣͘k̻̱̦͓͚̞͙͟.̡͍̰̥̲̹͎̫.̷̬.̨̠ ̧͚̞Ạ̜͚͇̥̹̲͟n͞d̴̟ ̸̺̘̼̬̝ţh̴̠̖̣̹ͅe̱̯n͇͓͙̺̖̜ ̝͖̗Í͚̗͍ ̴̬͔͚͙͔f̷̣̞͖̟o̫̩̳ͅͅu̥̱̜n̪̣̤̺̤͜d̘̙ a̴͇͉ ͖̖̭̭Ṱ̫͕̻͎̟i̠͕͉̻̼̩͟ͅm̡͈͓͓̬e̠͓͕ ̴̼̩͉̺̳̥̬R̸̭͉̯̥i͈̦͎p̫p͚͘ĺe҉̜̝̰͓͔̰.̖͙̪̭͟

Stormchaser

Time Ripple huh...

And then what happened?

Containment Unit

Kolemm: T̨͖̺̰̳͉̭̖h͓̝͖̱̭́a̳̯̟̬t̜͖ ̞̲̳̬͇̯̜T͖͘i͚̖̙̰͢m͓̕e̶͕̦ͅ R̹̙̦̖i͏͙̩̮͕p͖̲̲͓̹̙͚p̭̝͕͎l͍̘̪͢ͅͅe̷̖̘͖̝̣̬̳ ̱̺g̤̤̹͓͖͘a͏̫v͓̟e̳͈̩͖̺ ͚̼̟͕̞̮͡m̵̪̪͇͚̖͈̫e̞̯̗̥̳̘ ͞ͅa̱̳̪̖̖͉̣ ͞v͈̹̮͉̗̹̜̀í̦si͙̜͎̖͉o̡ń̯̻̙̠̭͉̥.͏.̴̬͈̭̫.҉̳ ̪͔̕ͅA͓͖̮̩ ̪v̺̙i̼͍̬̻͖̗͙͢si̛̥̖̲̩̺̖̰o̼̤n͓̠̭̟̙͇ ҉ó͙̬̬f̯ ̬̼̙͙͞e̡x͖̝̳̭̱ͅac͚̱͕t͉͉͈̮̳̝l̰̜̘y̟̬͎̭ ̹̹w̭̗̟h̛a̢̩͓̜ͅt̀ ̳̜̼͎̲̩̱M̴̜o̡̮ͅb͚̞̀ͅi̵̮u̙̱͙s̞͉̬ ̟̯̠͔͠w̫̰͉͔͓o̳ư̬l͏d̗̗̠ ̙̗̠͎c̛r͓̕e͏̻a͎̯͍̘̜̬t̢̥̪̰̞ͅe̮̱͕͠ ͉̞i̱̳͈f̴̱͎͖̖̻ ̟t͚̝͇͇̙͙̮͡h̛ę̗͕y͇̞̮͜ ̶̹̗͍s͖͇̯̱̥ụ̫c̖̫c̯̝͉̣̠̖e҉͎̮ed̩͘e̜̗͢ͅd̛̠̺̱̲ ͔̪ì̫̹̥͍̜͚̫n͉͎̳ ̲̹̼̥͎͟ ̦̪̲͉̱̫͉̀t̛̝̭̗̘ḥ͙̝͟ẹ̺̦i̮͚̠͙̗͟ͅͅr̟ͅ ͜p̖͙̫̰̳̗̜͜l͇̖ͅa̭͍͔n͈ ̘̝͈̺̖̖̕fǫ̗̲̤̰ͅr̵̫͔̬̩̻̜ ̲̣̲tẖ̥͓͍̤e̦͎̼̱͙̱̗͝ ̬̘m̠̖̜̮̺̙͙u͙͓̗l̠͎t̬̝̠̠̕i͕̤̲̖ͅv̝̝͉͚̠̘er̺̞̯͉̹͔s͕̱̩͎͈e̼.̹̦ An̘̫͖d̰̖̪͓̪̘ ̲̙̯̦̘̼̭͡i͉t̷͍̝̥ ̼w̙͍̖͇̤̼͙a̗̠͡s͏̳̬͙̺ ͇̭̗̮̣w̵̗̥̰̱͚ẹ̥̹̕Ĺ̦͍̬l͈̭̫͝,̮̱̯̹̟̞ ̦̖͈̤͙̲h҉o̬͔r͉̲̀ṟ̻̰̯ͅif̗̣̫̬͎̜yi̹̺̼͕̫ͅn̼̹͍̦g̘̱͈̮̯̘͔.͏͖̯̣ S͉ͅo͕ ͖̼͚͔I̜̰ ̞̭͓̖t͓͓̩̥͞ͅr̼̦̖̻̟͇̰͠i҉ed̢͔̫͇ t̥o͍̭ ̤̗͔̕t̷̮̻̝̻̲̭̩e̶͇̰̙̲l̖̲͔ͅl̟̯ ͉̮̜͝t̗͔͘ḫ̝̞̭̭̳ͅe̶̠̳̮ ̫̳̖͕̟̣p̤̱̺͉͓͍e͙͎̯o̘̜p̡͚l̗͕̣ę͚͉̳̞̲͉ ͖̰̠̫̣̱͢w̰͖̦̤ͅḫ̫͝o̵̝̪ ̴w̻o̼̞̥͖͈̳̱͢r͉͔̜̻̪ṣ̸̫̝̱h҉͈̙̙̩̖ͅi͚̬͚p̝͉̜̘p͉ẹd͎̀ ̥̥͔m̥̞͈͝ͅe̟̜̦͚͟ ̵̫b̼u͉͞ţ̙̻̱͈̘ ̪̺̖͜t̬̭̱̠͍ͅh̴͓̼̞̻̙e͞y̖ ̹͙̗͎̜̝t҉͙̠h̜͓̰̞͇̘ͅo͘u̦̙͟g̶̹̣̟̙͓h͠t͎͍̝̰̫̬ͅ ̼I̮ ͟w̬͓ͅa̴s̴̞͓͔̤͈̯̹ ̟͕͎c̖͖͖̞̪͚̺r͎͍͍̳̜̣a͠z̟y̺̻̻̪̩̫͟ ͈͚̟͚̰͓̰a̤̙̘͜ͅn̲͞d͡ ̟̯̫̞͓͝s̡͍̹̱̦t̶̳u̯̠̙͓̙̩͡f̴̠̯̻̹ͅf͕̺͔̮̯͍͘ͅe͈͕̥̝͖d͕̀ m̖̥͘e̡̪̖̟ ̞͢i̖͈̼͇̯̜͢n͙͇͈ͅ ̸̫̹t́h̺̻̜a̪̤ṱ͔̜̖ ̼̳̪ͅn̤̤̘̻̮e̳̖̹̩͘ͅck͡ḷ̦͉a̷̻̜̭c̞̲͚̱̦̜ḙ́.̦̖͍͈̜̹ ̬͜A͇̰͓̦̳̬͖͝n͈̟͘d̫͚ͅ ̛t̳͇̫̮̳̞̼ḩ̠̞̮̤e͖̼n͓ͅ ҉̳̥̲̰̻̱̟t̬̘̹͠h͓a͏͚̰t̲̭͔͍ ̗̜̗̫̭̬̕ͅG͇̣̲u͜d̫̩̠̀r̜̩̣̱̠͍̭un̙n̘̩̬͉̺ ͇͖̦̼̭̟g̫ͅi̴̻̘̮r̜͉̻̘͕̰l̨͕͚̙͈͓̞̱ ̹̠f̼̠̠̬o̴͓̗͖̠̯͕̘ų̖͖̞n̜̫̙͖̳̘̝d̘̜̪̬͔̹̕ ̠͎̣me̦̖͚̦͢ ҉͉̹͉a̴͔̬̜n͖͎̣̝̤̻̙d̫̗̻̗ ̶͍̹͍͉̦͎͈d̷̯͍̠̙͈̝e̬s̺p̢̥͇̠̹͕i͎͍t͘ȩ͉̭͕̠͈̯ ͎̠̩̭̫̮̕ͅm̤͕͎͝ỳ̲ ̱͔̹̬att͏ę͚̘̹̖̹̹m̝͙̣͕̫p͚̤̳͟t̶s͎͖͞ ͓̥̫͚̦͔̦̕t͎̪̩o͎̫̤͟ͅ ͎̪̮̥̙̦g͓͈̣ͅe̡̘t͍̳̠ ͕͉̳̱͓͓͘h͡er͚̥͎ ͚͙͉̮̱̜͈t͓̬̼̞̣o ͝d͈͍̖̗oͅͅ ̹͔͍̱w̵̘̥̙h̴̦͉̹͓̖͈̲a͖t̷̘̮̜̥͓͖ ̡͙̭̮̮̲̤͉I̩̼̣̼̩ ͘w̻̰̗͙̮̘a̟̜n͜ͅt̥͎͙́ ̦̝s̙h̝̻̥̻̬̻e̥̺̱̮͍͉͟ͅ ̝a͟l̦m҉̬̼̰o̸̬̹̜̖s̥͉͇̺̟̀t̴͇̞͈̱̘̠͚ ͖̱͕̬m͚̲͔̫̟̼ͅa̼̯̮̦̩̺̩d͔̘̬̳̣̰̕ͅe̼͖̱͚ ̀th͇̳͙̯̱̖̤i̮̙̦̞n̵̻͇͎͔̱̝g͟s̯ ͖͖w͍̭̩̺͍o̵͉̥̭̻̖͎ͅr̺̰̖̥̪̕s̞̟̪̗̫̣̖͡e͎̗̫̭̲͉̹!͇̲̭͇͍ ̜̰͔̺͎T͚͖͖̖͚ͅw̯̦̤̝̹i͙c̬̺̠̖e̴!.͏̫̠͚̞

-he gives a mocking smirk-

I̼̕ṣ̠͟n̶̠͍̰̞̪̠͈'t̳̱̖̯̣͈͇ ̹̙̠͞t̺͈̞ḫ̛̮̙̮at̘̘ ̯͍̜͙̮͍̥ṟ̢͓̣̥ͅi̞̥͚̺̞̦͚͝g̡̝͍̰̩̟̳h̯͎̰͎͉̰̠t҉̤̤̰͚̜,̭͔̜̱ ̦̩̟̠̙̦̫͝G̷̺͍̠͕̗̟̳u͢d̢r̖͙͍̙͈̞͝ṷ͎̱̱̘͡n͓̦̰͇͢ṉ̪̳̠̦̯̫̕?͈̺̱

-Yep, Gudrunn is here now-

Gudrunn: ...That I did.

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 1st 2019 at 10:09:33 AM

Stormchaser

-To Kolemm-

And what is your plan now, since Multiman's Multiverse Fusion Plan obviously isn't gonna go well for anyone and your previous efforts have failed?

Containment Unit

Kolemm: W͉̟̣̻ȩl̢̦l̻͉ͅ ̰̦̰̰ýo̗̖̳̬̙u̟̥̝̠ s̤̭͔̀e͓̪͇͉e̼͜,̳ ͕̭̣͉I̟̳ ̳̹̙̫͙̘̻k͇̜̫n͕̹͔̜͙̥o̙̻͝ẉ̷͙̲ ̶̣̻̝̹a̢̩͔͍͚̣ ͝l͙̠̖̪̣͡o̤̗̩̦t͏̝͎̟̖ a̲̱͙͖̠͟b͕̱̯͕̘̭̜ǫ̰͙͇̘u̸̱̦͈͔̗t͍̳̼͔̞̳̞ ͈̹͈̪̭ͅM̛o̰̬̯͈͡b̹̼͔̱̯i͝u͉͈̬͚̯s̥̬̳̲̫̥.̥̻̼̯ ͎̳̞̮E̥̺͈̗̫͖̯n͙̕o̦̘͙͞u̸͈̖̻̻͙g͔̺h͓̼ ͞a̢̩̘̝̤ͅb̰ou̺̻̝̗͔t̯̼̩̯̯̹ͅ ̢͖̭̝͓̝̞͔w͍̜̬͓̯̩̞͡ḫe͍̮͟ͅṟ̝̮̖͉̤ḛ ̝̦͠ṯ̨͚he̖̥͉̳͜i̤͚͠r͎ ̹̗͍ͅb̗̼̬̱a̘̮̫̻͖s̥͇ȩ̩s҉ a̶͚̝͎͚͇r͚͈̫͔͍͎e̱͚̫̞ ̲̙̹l͏̖͓oc̞̠͟a̖͎̝̪te̥̖d̨̜̲͕̫̜͎̪ ̙̖̝̬i̲̬͙̼̙̺̕n̶͙̳̪ ̪̮̥̺̟̤t̯h̷̘̱̳̣̳e̘̱͈ ͎̲̙c̬͖͝o̲͔̼̝͚͔s̵̹̱̗̼̠̞̻m̟̜̳̻o̩̙̹̟s͉͙̳̦̘̹,̯̗̪ ̟͎̰t͚̼̫h̹̜̮̯̳e͢ir̙͙͉̻͉ͅͅ ̥͖̹̖̳̼̠͠i̻̼n̟t̘̜̳̼̤͜e̞͍̼̕r̞̳n̘͉̱̲͝a҉͖̮l̻̯ ̹̩̟̳̹̲̗̕w̷̖̜o҉͚r̝̩k͔͎̥in͚̟͓g̸̠s̭̝̥,͎͉͝ ̯͚̙̺̬́a̷̙͈̟͍ḽ͘ͅl̢̹ ̷̠̤̖͕t̤͚͉̺́h҉̟a͚̝̝̜̘̤͝t̥̪̬.̸̤͎̭ ̤̮͍̰̣̬G͇̯̖̖͠ͅi͈̹̕v̖͇̞͖̳͟é̮̻̼̲n̸̹̺̖̬ a͍l̻l̜̦̠͙̦ ̮̘̻͉t͈̯̩̟͖h͔͇̯a̜̹̦t̢̳͔̣͎̺̟͈,̹̘̕ ͍̫a̢̯̘̪͍͍͓n͓͝d̢̩̮̖̦͇̹ t̖h͙̙͞a͜ț͖ ̰͔t̨͎h̞̺̲̕ę̻̮̖̲̻̙í͕̹̮͇r̴͚͕̮ ̡̳̬͔͕h͕̼̣̗̯̯o̘rr̳̟͖̪̥į̝͓̙̪̘͖̱f̯̫̜̙͎̀y̯̠͍i̜͉̥n҉͈͖͈g̬̞̯͎͡ ̤̼ͅr̨͔̩̱͉ẹ̥a͔̬̗̬̠̼l̺͉̖͚̘i͇̟̘̬̮̟͍͠t͜y̨̥̖̬ ̻͖̝͘i̪͈͙̥̝̲͎s̳̰̺̟ ̜͓͚̼̪̹̹͘c̗̳̲̯o̴̝̯̤͔͎͍̩m̦̹i̻͕̠͚̹̙̳͜n̖̬̳̖̻g̷̹̻̫̮̱͉ ̗̭̼̳̤̫͍c͡l̪̮͉͉͙͍͚͡o͍͇͇̘̫ͅs͚̞e̖̤̮r̷͉̙,̟̪̣̟͍͓ ̭I̻͢ ͇̼͉̪̥t̨͚͈hi͏̥̪n̸̤̜̹͕͈̤̜k̺.̹̺͚̕.͍͓͍̱̥.͖ I̴̥̗ ̷o̩̹̰͍͟u̶̫̪g͙͡ͅͅh̶̩͎̭͙̠ţ̝̩̬ͅ ̵̙̠̭̮̼̗t̠̲̖̪̭̰͝o̦ ͏̤̗͉̞̘͔̼b̛ḙ̻̤͇ͅ ̼̙͎l̙̳̱̤e̤̺s̟̺̫͝s͈̼ ̤̩o̷̟̩̳̳̟f͉̥͎̼̯͍̝͟ ̘̮̥̟a ̳͉l̝͎̮̜͕̻o̠̖̜͎͈̕ͅne̮ ̰̻L̖̻y̹͙̣c͏̳͖a̺n̗͡r̴͇̳̫͈o̟͉̜͔̹̖c̰̼̬̟͔̞ ̪̪̣ḩe̕r̸̜͓̳e̵͚͙.̼̺̖͖ ̖̘̱͖̩̝͠ͅI͏͓͕̗̞ͅͅ ̤̠͠ca̦͉̱̺n ̩͙̰̘g͍̭i̮̝̖͈̣̺v̝̲e̼̯͍̝̤͙ ̷y̬̥̥͉͖o̭̣͇̳̳̩u̠̗ ̴͔̭̱͇̱̻ạ̟̤̻̜̯͖l̢̖̟̖ͅl҉̞̳͉̰̯ ̠̬͎́t҉̘̥̥͙͎h̨̬̣e̡̥̖̖̪̤͕̯ ̢̮i͈͍̞̼̤nf̝͉ọ̪̰͖̩ ̙͙͎̞͇͉y̢o̠̰̳̖̹̕u̷̙͈̩̻͓ ̤͉̘͓n̹̻͔e̥̝̭̩͡e̲̼̦̣͞d͠ ̧̤t̖o̡̰̱̱̝̱͕ ̸̜̤̥̟̹͓d̲͉o̕ ̝̬̳̹̺̀ͅa͎̲̹̫̠͢ ̹̯͕ṕ̞̦r͎͇e͇̺̪c̶̗̗̥̠ͅi̧̜͔͎̹s̟̼̖͓͎̗i͖o̸̦͓̣͙̬̝n͚ ̦̺̦͓͉͔͓s̹̱̠t̵͚̜̭͍̺̠̖r͏̠̖̗̝̪͖̠i̧̪͖̝̱̘ͅk̵̖̙̤̝̤̭e̯.͎.̞̰.̬̲̙͈ ̭̫͓̰̙͍̼I̙̺͙̝͡f͢ ̙̙̱̼͕̤y̨o͏̮̜̠̖̦̥u͚̮̥̘̗͝ͅ ͕͚̼̜͉l͚̹͉̲e̲̫̱͚̮ṭ ͏̺̥̣͍̬ͅm̵͖͚̘e̟̘̰͕̱͎͘ ̭͈̩̯̜̳͜do̸̫ ̩͠ò͖n̙̫̳̥͘e̛̝͕̙̺ t̥h̯̜̜̼̫̥̝i̞̲̰͖̰n̩̙͈g̲̭̖͇̖̤.̣͟

Duolis: Hm.

Gudrunn: ...Hm.

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 1st 2019 at 10:27:12 AM

Stormchaser

This seems a little fishy, but this is one of the better leads we've got.

-To Kolemm-

That thing being?

Nuvema Town, Ian's Room

-Ian and Piku-chan continue to play [MOTHER] -

[MOTHER], [Merrysville]

Ninten: -coughing- G-gotta get to the hospital...

Ninten's Ralts: <I know you'll get there pal... You've got HP to spare.>

Ian's Room

Me: I can never get enough of that music.

Piku-chan: <Neither can I, old buddy.>

[MOTHER], [Merrysville] Hospital

Ninten: Made it...

Ralts: <Yeah... now, let's go see the doctor.>

Ian's Room

Me: Wait a minute... Wasn't the doctor in [Merrysville]...

Piku-chan: <Really really mean?>

Me: And wouldn't he always charge...

Piku-chan: <half of the money that Ninten is carrying?>

[MOTHER], [Merrysville] Hospital

Old Sawbones Benny: Welcome to the hospital, kid! I see you've gotten yerself a cold!

Ninten: That's right.

Old Sawbones Benny: Well, I can cure that for ya, boy. But my services don't come cheap, ya know. That'll cost ya $[Half of the money Ninten is carrying].

Ian's Room

Piku-chan: <I hate it when we're right, sometimes...>

Me: I've made a huge mistake...

-Just then, my thumb accidentally hits the A button with the cursor on "No."-

[MOTHER], [Merrysville] Hospital

Old Sawbones Benny: Fine, die all on your own. I'll phone a mortician.

Ian's Room

Me: WHAT?! No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! Taihenda...

-Ian facepalms-

Piku-chan: <I knew he was mean, but I never thought he was rude too...>

Me: -sighs- Lemme try that again...

[MOTHER], [Merrysville] Hospital

Old Sawbones Benny: Welcome to the hospital, kid! I see you've gotten yerself a cold!

Ninten: That's right.

Old Sawbones Benny: Well, I can cure that for ya, boy. But my services don't come cheap, ya know. That'll cost ya $[Half of the money Ninten is carrying].

-Ninten pays half of his money-

-Ninten's cold is cured-

Ninten: Thanks.

Old Sawbones Benny: Don' mention it, kid. No seriously, don't mention it.

Ian's Room

Me: Honestly, I think that could've gone better...

-mutters under breath- Stupid thumb...

Containment Unit

Kolemm: -snarls- Į͉̗͎͈̠ ͚̬̞̙͉͜w̥a̧͉̱̦ͅn̞̻t ͖̺͕̥̞̕ţ̯o̠̣̣͚̣͙ ̲̖̭͙͔̣̮d͈̱͓̝̟e͎̻̯̙̙͞al̗ ͉̞͡w̰̣̫͓͜i̱͉̘̳̳t̺̥͔h͏ ̱̰͇M̻̤̞͈͚͎̪u̧̼͙̱ͅl͔͍̘͓̼̦t̪͉ima̴̝̠̱n͕͚̭̻͚͎̬ ̜͍̪̤̬͕̠m̯͎̗͙y̧̜͕̣s̞̩̱̟̤̩e̵̦̙l̛̩ͅf̼͍̼͇̳.̼̼ ̫̱Í̼̰͕̮͖̝ ̧̤̯̪ẉ̣͎̘̦͕͜an҉t̜̝̰̻̦̗̺ ̨̯̠̲ț̝́ọ̥͚͎͟ k̗͇̖͖i̘̦̗͇͕̤̪l͔̗̖̪l͎̖͟ͅ ̯̹̼͚͉̰h̩ì͔̩͇͓͕ḿ̬͖̥̪ ̶̩̤̣̥̮͙w̯͙̮̹̝̖̮i̗̤̤t̨͇̞̩̭͖̟h̲ ͇͔́m̴̳̥͓̹̲y̠̠̯̣ ͔̟̻̦̮ow͚̩̘͕͡n͈̦̲̩̺̟̪ ͉̜̭͓̝̬͓ţw͕o͙̝̪ ͍̱̦͝h̭̬̰̬̺͟ạ̴̜͍̟͔nd̛̰ͅş̣̼̺.̙

Duolis: ...Tagg? Gudrunn? Can I talk to you two? Privately?

Stormchaser, yesterday

-To Kolemm-

While I've been trying to figure out what we're going to do with Multiman once he's finally incapacitated, I don't killing him would be necessar-Suddenly Duolis-

Wait up for a second.

Containment Unit

-The three get into a huddle-

Duolis: Are we sure this is a good idea?

Gudrunn: No, not at all. But if we can get him to give us the location of their more important bases... Hm.

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Stormchaser, yesterday

-To Duolis and Gudrunn-

I don't trust them either, and I've already got data from some other sources so we don't particularly need their help, but they could make things a lot quicker.

Still don't think Multiman needs killing though, so we obviously can't give them that. It's against our morals, plus I'm sure the others will probably be unhappy we decided to interrogate them without them to begin with without us doing some under the table deal that allows them to kill Multiman. Also Aphrodite in particular will kill us.

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Containment Unit

Gudrunn: I know him well enough. He CAN be bargained with. It's not usually a good idea but.

Duolis: Hrm... It may be our only shot.

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Stormchaser, yesterday

-To Duolis and Gudrunn-

Then a bargain it shall be, wouldn't be the first time I've done stuff like this.

-Walking back to Kolemm-

Question, I know you want to kill Multiman and all, but wouldn't it be more satisfying to see him defeated and humiliated from the failure of his Multiverse Fusion Plan? Would be a bit more fun than just killing him.

Nuvema Town, Ian's Room

-Ian and Piku-chan continue to play [MOTHER] -

[MOTHER], [Merrysville]

Ninten: Well, that could've gone better...

Ninten's Ralts: <I'd say...>

Ninten: So, back to Sparkle Elementary School?

Ninten's Ralts: <Sure. Just be careful with who you talk to this time.>

Ninten: Gotcha, little buddy.

Sparkle Elementary School

Ninten: Well, we're back here.

Ninten's Ralts: <We sure are.>

Ninten: Ralts, please return to your Ball. I don't want you to end up getting sick like I did...

Ninten's Ralts: <Okay.>

-Ninten calls back his Ralts-

-Ninten goes back up to the third floor-

Ian's Room

Me: I think we should get ready for bed, Piku-chan.

Piku-chan: <Yeah, we should...>

Me: So let me just save here...

-Ian saves his game and turns off the system, making sure to press and hold RESET on his [NES]-

-Ian puts down his controller, changes into his pajamas and faceplants into bed with Piku-chan snuggling up next to him and Ian's hat hanging on the bedpost-

Me: Goodnight, Piku-chan...

Piku-chan: <Goodnight, Ian...>

-Piku-chan and I fall asleep-

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Containment Unit

Kolemm: -eyebrow raise- Y̻͚̣͔̜̥ͅǫ͈̗̜̪̥̮u ̭͙s̷͚͓ur̰̀e̸͖?͠ ͔͉͟Ì̖̱̩̮̜̝ ̪̤̩̞̠ŗ̼̺̗̘̻̜̻e̜͖̖̟̼a͇ll̳͇̕y͉̜͟ ̝̠͖̻̗̝wa̱̥̣̰͉̲n͡ṇ̴̣a͏̦͇ ̷̯̜̮̻b̝r̳͓e̞͎̤̻͞a̖̟k̖̀ ̢͔̬̘̭t͖͎̪͈h̬͎̘͚̳͚͢a̤͎̗t̩ ͖̬̫͎e͍̟̭g̺g̭͈͟.̗͎

Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 2nd 2019 at 6:54:49 AM

Striation City, in the past

-Oliver strolls through the park, idly kicking a pebble down the path, before he's accosted by someone familiar-

???: Hey there!

-Oliver looks behind him-

Oliver: Oh, it's the fully-formed manifestation of Tinpthed who lives in my psyche and makes static noises whenever I try and operate a vending machine. What's up?

Tinpthed: Not much, not much. How about you?

Oliver: Oh, y'know. The same. You're sounding remarkably coherent today.

Tinpthed: That's because I'm going to tell you something quite important, and to do that I need to convey authority!

Oliver: ...hang on, I know that voice. That's—

Tinpthed: That's right! I'm speaking in the voice of Academy Award-winning character actor J.K. Simmons, expressly for this purpose.

Oliver: ...you can do that?

Tinpthed: The real Tinpthed can't. But I live in your psyche, so I can do whatever I want so long as you're the only one who's seeing it!

Oliver: I guess that's sound. So, what's up?

Tinpthed: Well, I'm just here to tell you a few things. First of all, Joe's alive and well and he's going through whatever weird odyssey his past self put him on.

Oliver: Good to hear! Do we have an ETA?

Tinpthed: Nope! He'll get here when he gets here. In the meantime...well, just be careful around that Addie kid.

-Oliver tilts his head-

Oliver: What do you mean, be careful? He's just a good friend. Or, well, he could be a good friend.

Tinpthed: Not what I meant by "be careful", my good man.

Oliver: Then what do you-

Tinpthed: Whoops! That's all we've got time for today.

-business done, the Vivillon emits a horrible staticky shrieking noise and vanishes-

Stormchaser, yesterday

-To Kolemm-

Living with his dreams dashed will be far more painful than killing him will be.

Phenac City, Pokemon Census Control

Dune: Wow, everything's still sparkly and new.

Justy: I know, right? How much you wanna bet that this place will be covered in sand by tomorrow?

Dune: Nah, my Krokorok is the better, not me. Anywho, what do you have for us?

-A rather ragged, bureaucratic mouse of a man looks up from his monitor, having failed to notice the two come in.-

Bureaucrat: Oh, uh, your- I mean, you're here for our first report? H-hear- I mean, here, this is what you're- I mean, your copy. Only Phenac has enough observation data so far.

-He hands them an itemized list of various Pokemon sightings, with the ones of sufficient population to become endemic marked especially. Justy groans at the paperwork while Dune flips through the list.-

Dune: Lots of Electric Types, not surprising. Looks like enough Shinx have gotten out of their homes and bred to make a sizeable population.

Justy: Gonna have to watch what Water-Types end up in the canals... Might end up with Barboach and Woopers flooding in if there are only Electric-Types.

Dune: True, I suppose. Looks like the pound has a few Shinx that don't have Pokeball IDs. Interesting.

Justy: Gonna have to let them back out if they're considered endemic, right?

Dune: Yep. Don't want to take the Shinx out of the ecosystem if they're already starting to establish themselves... and there wasn't an ecosystem to speak of beforehand.

-Dune blinks before scratching his stubble.-

Dune: ... Hmmmm...

Justy: What?

Dune: Nothing, just... got an idea...

Justy: Well, before you go running off, at least explain what the heck "obligate carnivore" means.

Dune: We really need you to go through ecology 101.

Justy: I live in the city in a region that didn't start having native Pokemon until a few years ago, okay?!

Edited by DuneTheWanderer on Jun 2nd 2019 at 6:25:52 AM

Containment Unit

Kolemm: H̨̩̝m̹̦̻͖̤ḿ͓m̲̬͚̩̲̙.̸̖͈̝̲͎͕.̱̦̤̟̮̠.̨̤̻ ͏̱̰̖̝͔I̷͍̮͔̝̻ ̡̹̪̰͓͈l̪̮͙̀i̵͕̻̝͓̟k̜̜̜̰̹͠ͅe̵͇ ̠̤͕ẖ͞o̥̱w̡̟ ͈̺y̷̪̟o͈̞̤̫̼͢u̪̼ ̮̰t̳͖͓̥̗́h̗̫̮̫́i͕͎̙͚̫͇͖n̟̤k̟.̭͔̼͖ ̜̭̪̥̠͕́I̧̜̱t̵'̠̠̺͔̦̤s ̲̥̹̤a̸͍ ̴̻d̜̳͎͍̥̳̩e̲̣a͇͇ĺ.̧̬̤̺

Stormchaser, yesterday

-To Kolemm-

Okay then, deal.

Accumula town, past

Silversmith scrambled, but he simply hadn't done any intellectual work. He'd done plenty of study, but next to nothing original or created. He sighed and resigned himself to his lack of preparation.

Castelia City, Geographic Society office, day of meeting, 12:59 PM

Silversmith was running. He'd misestimated the time it would take him to walk to Castelia, and now paid the price. Without a second to spare, he entered the building.