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-Mrs Lane is gardening. She is approached by Lila.-
Mrs Lane: What is it?
Lila: So, I visited some psychic guy recently and I got a couple memories back. But that's not what I wanted to ask about.
Mrs Lane: Really? Surely that's rather important.
Lila: Well... Turns out I have powers.
Mrs Lane: I'd still consider your memories more important, but what sort of powers?
Lila: Heal pulse apparently. I'm not sure what else.
Mrs Lane: Hmm. Interesting. So that would make you a psychic?
Lila: I think so.
Mrs Lane: Ah, so like your father.
Lila: He's a psychic?
Mrs Lane: Well, if you can count lifting a napkin a few centimeters off of the table with telekinesis then yes. He's telekinetic.
The Wrap Party for the production of The Pokémon Trainer is in full swing. The multipurpose hall has been decked out and the casual atmosphere of the party. Food and drinks are everywhere, along with party streamers and random decorations people would usually find in office parties.
Posters for the upcoming documentary adorn the walls, one for the series itself and one for each of the ten episodes. Banners welcomed several special guests—among them Brad Van Darn, who is expected to make a brief appearance, and a few representatives from Contact Communications, Inc.
Why the Geographic Society's traditional network rival is even invited is initially perplexing but logical.
Penelope Grant: Lighten up, sir. The show's almost ready to air.
Hank Harvey: That license cost us an arm and a leg.
Penelope Grant: But it was worth it. Albright said so himself.
Shutter: That was the only HD footage of anything that wasn't under Interpol's lock and key, and we even had a clip of fallers coming through. Plus, licensing thought it was reasonable.
Hank Harvey: It's still amateurish. I say you should've let Petersen sweet talk that one cop more.
Shutter: They put a no fly zone on many of the rifts so good luck getting any on our birds there, and we wouldn't want to get any legal trouble. Plus, you gotta admit, the early footage really adds that sense of context.
Hank Harvey: I'll let you have this one, Albright.
Shutter: There's nothing you can do to rain on my parade, Hank. It's my birthday.
Hank Harvey: Wanna bet?
Among the Contact Communications representatives who just entered is a 18-year-old kid dressed in a photographer vest, hoodie, and a snarky Contact Communications Network T-shirt. He was definitely someone who Shutter identifies.
Hank Harvey: Pretty clever using connections, eh, Albright.
Shutter: But Galen's an intern, he had nothing to— oh, that's clever, Harvey. Bravo.
Hank Harvey: Go socialize with the Contact Folk and go babysit your kid brother.
Galen approaches and does a flourish to Penelope.
Galen: Hello again, Ms. Grant. My heart is yours.
Penelope Grant: Awww.
Shutter: She's out of your league.
Galen: Only because you ruined the Albrights for her, Gavin. Also, I didn't want to go but the bosses told me to and grandpa said I had to. But I guess you didn't want me to come either and this isn't your party.
Shutter: It's partly mine. Director, remember.
Galen: Yeah, very cute, Gavin. Very cute. At least this time you didn't get chased by the beedrill. Where's [Pleasantville]? I'm looking for intelligent conversation.
Shutter: You can achieve that by talking to literally anybody but yourself.
Gimbal, from Shutter's Phone: Hey, GP.
Galen: Hey, Gimbal. I'll catch you later. Keep him alive like you normally do.
Galen leaves with a huff.
Penelope Grant: A happy family reunion. That went better than expected.
...okay i'm not even gonna try and parse that first sentence
still, magic powers? superhero outfits? saving the world? sign me the fuck up
where do i sign the fuck up
Galen: Seriously, Tommy, it's been so long. And lucky you, bro, you got to work with the J-Team. Sweet.
Tommy: Okay, really, kid, what brings you to Castelia. Don't tell me you actually work for Contact now.
Galen: Not kidding, Tommy-o. I am literally working for the Contact Communication Network. I mean, admittedly I could've gotten a deal at Pokestar, of course, but this offered the most flexible terms. Also grandpa suggested it.
Tommy: Sure you don't want to take that Todd Snapp class?
Galen: Please. I'm a filmmaker. I don't need to learn how to take stills, bro.
Tommy: I see. So, where do you live.
Galen: Actually, that's a thing. Don't tell Gavin this but I've—
Shutter walks in.
Shutter: Don't tell Gavin what?
Galen sees a floating drone in the colors of a rotom.
Galen: Gimbal! Not cool.
that's really probably a wise decision.
Zeke has slowly started rebooting by now.
Jackal drummed his fingers a bit on the table, "Structural integrity is fine from what I can tell, this thing despite some loose paneling is still sitting upright intact, even after 20 years of numerous Orre storms and disasters... which is what lead me to the trap conclusion."
Fox looked worried, "Oh no... something is there maintaining the building."
"Correct, that's the only logical conclusion, I mean look at it, rusted and old, it's not even a proper warhouse design it's a tower, it stretches upwards... that only stays up if things make it stay up. So we're good there."
~What about not blowing a hole in level 25?~
"I looked into that and... well, there are a few reasons. 1, it's at best a estimate based on activity, power flow, data transfer, a lot of techno nonsense that I could ramble on all day-"
<It's true, he could,> Snakeye added.
"-And secondly, if this thing is being maintained, and the most activity is there, going there is even worse than normally stepping into a trap. At least with talking the long way we draw the forces out and bottleneck them."
Fox nodded, "Ooooooooh... I get it now."
"Yeah, we have to be careful with this plan or else we just step into trouble. We're tactical, not berserkers."
Hacks then asked, ~And about the ship?~
"I've been working on ways of hiding it, so far I think people have some sense of perception filter to it, but stealth technologies are on the way. As for why we use it, well I don't have any flying pokemon-"
"We should get a Noivern and name him Bruce," Fox commented with a grin.
"-And this ship is not only transportation but a mobile base armed with weaponry, and a medbay in case of emergency."
~We should still look into other forms of travel.~
Jackal nodded with a sigh, "That aside, I'd also like to welcome our newest member to the team," he said gesturing to a flickering shadow in the corner, "Please, introduce yourself."
Silversmith tentatively accepted the handshake.
Silversmith: "Thank you, Mrs. Grant! I'm happy to be here. My surname will suffice. Apologies for the lateness of my arrival, I won't let it happen again.
He scanned the room out of habit, sat down, and began to write.
1.) Where do you prefer to work? [ ] In a studio [ ] In the office [ ] On the field
Silversmith: Hmm... I'm already used to going to an appointed location, sitting down for hours on end and doing work with my brain.
He marked "In the Office".
2.) How willing are you to travel the globe on a periodic basis?
Silversmith: Well, as long as I'm not in a big hotel (which I doubt we can afford anyways), I'm good. I travel light, on the cheap.
He wrote down "Quite". He then erased it, considering that the meaning may be lost, and wrote down "Very willing".''
3.) How skilled are you in wilderness survival?
Cue an imagine spot of Silversmith traversing a desert in deserty attire, resorting to drinking poisoned water provided by Aqua.
Silversmith: Haha. But seriously, my survival abilities haven't been tested yet... I imagine I could do good? Let's see...
He considered the lengths to which he'd go to to survive. Most hypothetical situations in his head ended horribly for him. Then, a catch all solution occurred to him. It's pretty damn hard to starve, dehydrate, choke, poison, decapitate (not that that was possible), eat, or otherwise kill a sentient ghost sword. His pokeform would be essentially invincible to much of nature's dangers. Of course, he'd not gotten past his phobia yet, but a life or death scenario would probably fix that real quick.
He wrote down "Relatively competent, though I'd prefer to remain untested."
4.) Are you willing to learn new skills on the job?
He wrote down "Absolutely".
Silversmith: Why would anyone NOT be willing? I don't get the question.
5.) What are your preferred areas of study? [ ] Zoology [ ] Botany [ ] Microbiology [ ] Chemistry [ ] Physics [ ] Astronomy/Cosmology [ ] Technology/Applied Sciences [ ] Comparative Religion and Mythology [ ] Historiography [ ] Geology [ ] Geography [ ] Anthropology [ ] Cultural Studies [ ] Paleontology [ ] Ecology [ ] Art History [ ] Paleontography [ ] Art and Photography [ ] Production/Analysis [ ] Journalism
After some thought, he marked "Botany, Microbiology, Comparative Religion and Mythology, Technology/Applied Sciences, Anthropology"
Silversmith stood up.
Silversmith: "I've completed the questionnaire. Thanks once more for this opportunity."
-Olivia literally fades into view, wearing the left one◊-
Olivia: Hello, you all. I'm Olivia.
Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 12th 2019 at 2:58:46 PM
Spectre: <You're gimmick isn't unique anymore, Phantom.>
Phantom: "We are literally in Orre. Do not tempt me. I will find a way to re-Shadow you."
Spectre: <I will literally freeze all the blood in your body.>
-Vulpecula's visor brightens as she looks towards Olivia.-
Vulpecula: "Cute...Welcome to the team!
-Rogue's mask raises an eyebrow at Olivia. Whether it reflects the face beneath the mask is yet to be proven, but let it be known that Rogue is keeping their composure.-
Rogue: Olivia, huh? No heroic alias yet, or were you just planning on going full "I am Iron Man" here?
Skadi: "It was never unique in the first place."
They give a wave to Olivia.
"Bottleneck the enemy, good call. Picking off individual targets is much easier than a teamfight," she considered, her bow in her hand.
Then Olivia came in.
"Don’t need a moniker to be a valuable asset. Welcome aboard," she nodded before she continued looking at Silas.
Me: Those were some nice police officers.
Piku-chan: <Makes sense, since you show them the utmost respect.>
Me: Yeah. I suppose you're right...
-just then, a shadow looms over Piku-chan and I-
Me: -somewhat nervous- Uhhh... Piku-chan?
Piku-chan: <What is it, Ian?>
Me: -nervously- Is it just me... or did it get darker all of a sudden?
Piku-chan: -notices- -feels nervous- <Y-yeah... you're right... it's as if something is standing...>
Piku-chan and I: <...right behind us...
-slowly, Piku-chan and I turn... step by step... inch by inch... then we see...-
-...that an ominous-looking shadow, almost looking like this,◊ looms over us...-
Mysterious Shadow: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!
Piku-chan and I: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
yeah i figured that was what you meant
tbh i imagine this job will involve a lot of not questioning stuff
anyway i'm only in eterna so i'll be there real soon
-Sure enough, in a few minutes Lucius is here, looking surprisingly lost for someone who spent a good quarter of his childhood in the city.-
-Gaia nods at Jackal's analysis, though she allows herself a faint chuckle.-
Gaia: Us, tactical? You must be thinking of some other superhero team specialising in infiltration and stealth tactics.
-She turns to Olivia, her expression concealed as always by her visor.-
Gaia: Hmmm. Brave of you to reveal your identity to us before anything else. I trust Jackal gave you certain reassurances about our trustworthiness. Can we expect certain reassurances about yours?
Olivia: Oh don't worry, I go by Baba Yaga while I'm working. And as for trust... I don't give or take lightly there. But I can at least promise not to stab you all in the back.
Someone's jealous, hmmm?
Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 12th 2019 at 5:35:45 AM
Mysterious Shadow: Psst... hey, kid... down here...
-Piku-chan and I look down the body of the mysterious shadow and see a Floette carrying a red flower at the base of the shadow-
Floette: <Hi. Were you scared?>
Me: Hi and yes... I mean, how could I not be when there was a giant, ominous shadow looming over me and standing right behind me a few seconds ago?!
Floette: <Sorry about that... I have a bit of a tendency of doing that... but hey. At least you didn't run off screaming into the night...>
Me: Hey, you're right... but I was screaming.
Floette: <You get the picture...>
Me: Anyway... you look kinda like a Flabébé...
-I pull my Pokédex out of my pocket-
Pokédex: Floette, the Single Bloom Pokémon and the evolved form of Flabébé. A Fairy Type. When the flowers of a well-tended flower bed bloom, it appears and celebrates with an elegant dance. Floette takes care of wilting flowers as it flutters through the fields. It uses the energy of flowers during battle.
Floette: <Your Pokédex explains why.>
Me: Oh... Makes sense...
Floette: <Anyways... Since I'm here... I might as well tell ya something... it's a REALLY important something...>
Me: Oh? Lay it on me...
Azure: <You've been playing that game for a long time.>
Azure: <Don't you need like, water?>
Azure: <... Can you respond with something other than yeah?>
The nearest door bursting open interrupts this riveting conversation. Rowan, in gijinka form, stumbles into the room carrying a large trophy.
Azure: <Holy shit, have you been at that tournament thing all this time?>
Rowan: "... Yes... I ... have..."
He places the trophy on the ground. The plaque on the front reads "Extreme DDR Champion 2019".
Azure: <What in the Tapus' names took this tournament that fucking long?>
Rowan: "... There.. was a doping scandal... Had to... redo some of the rounds... Then they had the... agility tests and the ceremonial cooking test..."
Daydre: "I told you the rules were complicated."
Azure: <That's not complicated, but I don't think that's just DDR anymore.>
Rowan takes off the Scarf and collapses. It should be noted he's covered in bruises.
Daydre: "Oh shit, I'll get the Potions."
Azure looks exceedingly confused.
Rogue: Consider me interested in seeing you in action, then.
-Rogue finally takes their feet off the table, turning their chair so that they're casually leaning forward against the back of it.=
Rogue: So, what're you bringing to the table that caught ol' Jack's eye?
Ah, Snowpoint City! That is Mason's home town as well, from what he's told me, so I think it should not be too much trouble to convince him to m
ake a trip there. Unfortunately, I will not be available to do so immediately, as I've just been summoned for a meeting amongst other companions of ours. Howeve
r, I would be glad to go soon!
yeah. long as she isn't dragged in, you should be a-ok. lemme know how it goes! <3
-It's about that point in time when a door opens near Luciana. Out of the extremely pink interior of the oddly-placed storefront dashes a white fox, followed by the exact person Luciana was just warned about.-
Tsukiko: <Trade secret!> ^_^
Murphy: We actually know someone with a Noivern named Bruce.
Taipan: Bruce is very formidable. Wouldn't recommend trying to swipe him off that slippery bastard.
Murphy: Oi, that sure is a complicated plan.
Taipan: Bottlenecking does make it easier to dispatch them where their numerical superiority amounts to nothing. And did our benefactor just call himself Rocketman? Should we include a motto while we're at it. "Prepare for trouble to the Power of Ten."
Murphy: That'd be so gangster, though.
Galen: Buzz off, Gavin, this doesn't concern you.
Shutter: Galen, I do believe it does.
Galen: No it doesn't.
Shutter: Galen, are you homeless?
Galen: No, but my apartment sucks and I was going to ask if I could live with Tommy!
Tommy: Okay, feeling a bit forced there—I mean, if your landlord is that big of a prick you can stay with us until you find a new place to crash but I'd have to clear that up with my aunt and cousin and we're already packed as it is.
Shutter: Dude, how much money are you making?
Tommy: A lot more than I did before but let's not get ahead of ourselves; I have college loans to pay and have you seen the mortgages in this city? You'd need to be Clavis-level rich for that.
Shutter: I mean, who am I to stop you from having a sleepover but shouldn't you have told grandpa about your apartment trouble?
Tommy: I mean, you could always stay with Shutter.
An especially awkward beat.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 12th 2019 at 6:13:25 PM
Skadi: "Well then. Best we can ask for, I suppose. Skadi. Pleased to meet you."
There's a poster advertising "Help wanted for fighting evil. Superhero costumes, insurance, and retirement plan included."
On it is a picture of Tamamo doing the "Uncle Sam wants you" pose.
I will not keep you. I'll see you when you arrive.
There's a lot of typing.
Artoria is bright red, clutching at her phone. Mordred, Okita, and Nobbu are in the background clapping.
Luciana waves at Lucius
Luciana: "Hey, Lucius."
Luciana: "... Ho-oh. Um... hiiii Corrin?"
Zeke: "Corrin? Isn't that -"
Luciana: "Yeah she's from another universe that happens to match fiction from this one."
Daydre is walking down the hallway when she sees the poster.
Daydre considers that she's currently jobless, with no actual plans for the foreseeable future besides "don't starve to death".
Daydre takes the poster off the wall and starts searching it for contact info.
Floette: Okay... hold on to your hat, kid...
-Floette clears her throat-
Floette: You, my friend, have a great destiny ahead of you... Something big is coming and we don't know what... but we need Magical Girls to protect this world and all who live on it...
Me: Magical Girls?
Floette: <Did I stutter?>
Me: No, I heard you loud and clear... I'm just wondering... why me?
Floette: <Why you? It should be obvious. You fight for what's right. You hold love in your heart... You are prime Magical Girl material...>
Me: But there's the problem... I'm a boy.
Floette: <So? When has that ever stopped anyone? You can be something extraordinary! You can be a Magical BOY.>
Me: -goes starry-eyed- A Magical Boy?!
Floette: <Yes. You heard me right... A Magical Boy... My employer was looking for girls with magical potential... but I'm sure she'll make an exception for you...>
Me: Oh, I'm sure she will...
Me: -thinks to self- Don't laugh, Ian... you're better than that...
Floette: <Before you get to become Magical and fight the forces of evil for the sake of justice, peace and love...>
-Floette produces a contract from her flower-
Floette: <...you're gonna have to sign this contract...>
Me: A contract? What will it cost me if I sign it?
Floette: <Your SOUL...>
Me: -surprised- Eep...
Floette: <Hahahaha... I'm just toying with ya, kiddo... It's just some medical waivers, insurance policies, a retirement plan, a permission slip and the basic "I hereby declare that I know what I'm doing" spiel...>
Me: Wait... all this to become Magical?
Floette: <'Fraid so... It was a lot simpler back in the old days... where you just helped a talking animal, put on a sailor suit or what have you and went out fighting evil For Great Justice and for The Power of Love... I dunno what happened in between to cause it to become like this...>
Me: Yikes... but... you're telling me that if I sign this contract, I get to do all the things that the magical girls do in the anime that my Mommy and I like to watch?
Floette: <Though I never explicitly said that, yes. It will be like one of those anime that you and your mother like to watch...>
Me: Well, then...
-I search through my backpack-
Me: I know it's in here somewhere...
Piku-chan: <Whatcha lookin' for, Ian?>
-Ian found his Lucky Pen!-
-Ian signs his name on the dotted line of the contract, in pink ink-
Floette: <Ooh... Pink ink... I like your style...>
Floette: Now... Before I give you your magical powers... I want you to meet me in Jubilife City at this address...>
-Floette hands me a slip of paper with an address on it for a Night Club in Jubilife City, Sinnoh-
Floette: <I'll be looking forward to our next meeting... See ya...>
-Floette flies off to Jubilife City-
Me: See you...
-looks over at Piku-chan-
Me: Alright, Piku-chan... Ready to go to Jubilife City?
Piku-chan: <You bet I am!>
Me: Great! Let's go!
-Lucius perks up open noticing Luciana, and raises his prosthetic arm in a wave.-
Lucius: Oh heya, Red! Gotta say I was kinda expecting something a little fancier than just... well, you stood in the middle of the street. You're backed by a mob-affiliated demigod but can't shell out for a conference room?
-He seems entirely oblivious to Zeke's plight.-
-Gaia's gaze lingers on Olivia for a moment longer before she gives a small nod.-
Gaia: I suppose that will have to do for now. Welcome to the team, Keanu. You can call me Gaia.
-She flinches at Murphy's remark.-
Gaia: ...Please never say the word "gangster" again.
Edited by Herbert40k on Jun 12th 2019 at 12:14:35 PM
A pink-haired girl who looked to be in her late teens as well as an orange-haired girl who was a head taller but looked younger caught sight of the poster.
The pink-haired girl tore it off the wall and showed it to her partner. "This is what I was talking about. Wanted to show you, I think we'd be perfect."
"Fair," her cohort responded. "We're both foxes with either fae attributes or demeanors akin to them, like a penchant for the aesthetic."
"Spoken like one of us," she said. "C'mon, let's register."
Me: Here we go... To Jubilife City!
Piku-chan: <To Jubilife City!>
Me: Wow... So this is Jubilife City!
Piku-chan: <Yep. Now we have to find this address...>
-Piku-chan shows me the paper that Floette gave us-
Me: You're quite right... but there is one problem...
Me: How do we get there?
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