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-"The two stare at him blankly."-
Skye: The, storm chaser?
Zee: We have no idea what that is dude.
Skye: Kind of sounds like a ship from a video game.
Zee: Like a final fantasy XII rip off.
Skye: Where like, piloting an air ship is the main selling gimmick.
Sinbad, sleeping: Squirtle!
"Considering everything that has happened in the last however many years I'm surprised you never heard of the J-Team."
He gives the baby Squirtle scratches on his chin.
"Aaaaw whose cute? Youse the cute!"
Halis is sleeping in their room once more, as per usual.
Halis: "...Mmm... so soft..."
They're hugging a plush of a Mareep. Where they got it from is unknown.
"We're staying, Good," Jackal responded, "There's something about the voice that sounds... off."
"I'm so glad you like me," the voice responded, Jackal turned pale.
"Oh? Something wrong? Was I not supposed to come back that fast?"
Jackal grunted, "Let's move..."
Fox nodded and stepped into a factory floor, robotic arms everywhere, holding incomplete endoskeletons to Futureseries cyborgs. "Uh guys?"
Jackal stepped in and looked about, seeing two service elevators meant for the cyborgs ahead, and a singular control panel.
"The hell happened here?"
The voice came back, this time echoing throughout the building, "I was left here to die 20 years ago. It's quite a fascinating story, I'm sure you'd have a good time listening to it!"
~This is so wrong...~
"Really it's not that gruesome, just a experiment with a prototype gone wrong. I was left, thought dead, and yet I'm still here."
Edited by EchoingSilence on Jun 20th 2019 at 11:53:25 AM
-Gaia tries to ignore the voice in her ear, instead hurrying over to the control panel and attempting to make sense of it as quickly as possible.-
Gaia: It's a Pokefutures AI, or some form of modified Porygon. Responsible for maintaining this facility but then abandoned along with it. Evidently it never entirely ceased production. We need to find whatever mainframe it's housed on and shut it down, along with the rest of the factory.
Taipan: I see. Mistress, could you confirm the nature of our ominous host?
Mistress, mentally: <I could try, ma'am.>
-Deziree wakes with a start. Then the rush of blood to her sore head forces her back down.-
Deziree: Oh god, I feel like I got hit by a boulder... and then subsequently hit by a bigger boulder...
-There's a chuckle from beside Deziree's bed.-
???: Considering you used a four syllable word, I'd say you're still fine.
-Deziree slowly opens an eye to look at the voice. Sitting beside the bed, in strange purple cloth and leather clothes, is a woman with wild purple-black-ish hair.-
???: The name's Violetta. After one of the servants planted the door into your face, I got moved over to make sure you woke up to a friendly face.
-The pain in Deziree's forehead was the only thing keeping her from jumping up into a flurry of questions. So she settled for a few at first.-
Deziree: Where am I, why was I kidnapped, and what happened to my stuff?
-Violetta blinks in surprise.-
Violette: Wow, that's the most even-tempered first response I've ever gotten from one of the kids. Well, uh, you're in the High Stratum of the Walking Mountain; you weren't kidnapped, you were reclaimed; and your stuff is with your mother.
-Deziree's mind both sits incredibly still on one thought, but also runs a mile a minute.-
Deziree: ... I'm sorry. Who?
Violetta: Oh. Oh, you don't know.
Deziree: Know. What.
Violetta: Okay, hold on, this is outside my pay grade, I'm gonna go get my boss and we'll get this all sorted out.
-The woman jumps up - wow, she's shorter than Selene's human form - and throws down a small orb that explodes into a short puff a smoke as she disappears.-
-Deziree falls back onto the pillow with a massive headache and a huge number of thoughts going through her head.-
Deziree: WHAT IN ARCEUS'S NAME IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOOOOOON?!
-The next room over, a dark-skinned woman, also dressed in a similar nightgown, hears her neighbor's lamentation. It seems she was not the only one taken. She shrugs.-
Colette: Qui vivra verra.
Greaser attempted a smile.
Des looked around disappointedly at the second floor.
"Not a whole lo-" his thought was interrupted by the AI's voice ringing through the building.
"That's not good. I should probably hurry and get to where those others are."
He sends out Tiresias.
<I was having my scheduled mope. What do you want?>
"Less talk. Start blipping me around the floors and up stairs so I can go to where the action is."
He blips him over to the next set of stairs, then on top of that set to reach the 3rd floor. They repeat this process, quickly moving up the building.
The blonde and his cohort smiled as well, the latter's appearing rather genuine as one could now see his eyes since they somehow stopped being obscured by his blindfold despite him not adjusting it with his hands.
Lamb's bow was draped across her back as she listened to the voice, wondering about its motives. Did it have objectives to carry out? Did it want to die?
Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 20th 2019 at 12:14:24 PM
-Meanwhile, back at the house...-
Twitch: Uh, yeah.
-The trio of remaining humans at the Galvani-Morton household just sit, awkwardly, around the dinner table.-
-The two employees just kinda wiggle awkwardly as Ludmilla stares at her plate of food with a look so detached you'd swear it was looking through the floor.-
-Twitch and Vinegar look at each other. Vinegar shrugs.-
-Twitch throws her arms up.-
Twitch: THIS IS AWKWARD AS FUCK! THERE, I SAID IT!
-Vinegar rolls her eyes while Ludmilla jumps in surprise.-
Twitch: Okay look, we're on standing orders to keep working on our current projects, but without the boss around we can't accept any new orders. So, me and Vinny are gonna finish up our backlog, then we're taking you out into the desert and showing you how to fight, Orren style.
-Vinegar gives her shorter companion a look of shock, only seconded to Ludmilla's similar expression.-
Twitch: You got all those fancy psychic powers, and you've picked up some of your dad's moves, but we're gonna show you some tricks you won't find in no manual or training course.
-Champloo, who had been standing in the kitchen one room over, peeks in before nodding contently.-
Twitch: Vinegar is the best damn crack shot this side of the Sea of Kyogre, and I can show you how to hotwire everything from a toaster to a submarine if you have to. So, once Vinegar and I finish our commissions, we're gonna make sure you're ready next time one of those armor-wearing freaks shows up! Got it?
-Ludmilla, her jaw hanging open, can just ask one simple question.-
Ludmilla: What... prompted this?
-Twitch slams her (relatively small) hands onto the table.-
Twitch: BECAUSE WATCHING EVERYONE AROUND HERE MOPE MAKES ME IRRATIONALLY ANGRY AND WHEN I GET IRRATIONALLY ANGRY I LIKE BLOWING STUFF UP SO IT'S THIS OR I START COOKING UP THERMITE AND USING IT TO BLOW UP BLOCKS OF ICE.
-Kat finds herself back in the cell, sitting on her bed while the bandits are looking through the files that were previously on her USB.-
BB: Oh, hello again. Thanks for the info. It's always nice when we can keep things civil.
-Kat is too angry to talk, and just watches as they look through her files. Yellow bandit examines her transformation necklace.-
BB: No, don't touch that thing! It's some weird-
-Yellow bandit turns into a regular Meowth, before quickly ripping the necklace off again.-
BB: Told you. Let's get back to the files.
YB: Let's look at the 'extra super private' folder.
-There are various files containing personal details of various people close to Kat, plus a couple music files.-
BB: Ah, this looks like the person that was on her phone.
also known as: Cady
Gender: Female, duh
Appearance: You know, you see her every day. Cute~
Notable routines: Hangs out with me every so often
Known Relationships: Lila Arnolds (sister), Lunette Hudson (friend), [list of other friends + relatives]
YB: Ooh, someone's got a crush! Hey look, it's us!
BB: Well I am flattered.
-Cady is looking at her phone, concerned.-
Cory: You ok?
Cady: I got this text from Loony a few hours ago, just seems suspicious. I haven't got any texts since.
-She shows Cory the text from Kat that ends in a keysmash.-
Cory: Hmm... Does seem off.
Phantom: "On the one hand, I like to have faith in peoplemons. On other, I played [Portal]."
The armored grumpig felt the thoughts of something. That... voice was clearly something that registered as alive. But it wasn't what anyone thought it was.
Mistress, mentally, to everyone: <The one speaking to us is a living being, not a machine. Their true nature yet eludes me. It's not a pory like Bishop and Murphy. But they're somehow alive... I don't know what they could possibly be.>
Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 22nd 2019 at 4:52:06 PM
Mr. Fox: It has been a long time, Ms. Gaia. I was wondering if this would be a good time to deliver some long overdue upgrades?
-Gaia pauses in front of the control panel as the new voice comes through her earpiece.-
Gaia: Fox! It has been far too long. I would very much appreciate any upgrades you could provide, but given our current circumstances I don't think I have the time to change into an entirely new suit. Besides which, we're still positioned almost exactly between the ceiling and the foundation of the building... not an ideal position for an airdrop, I'm afraid.
Mr. Fox: I apologize for interrupting your work. If you would kindly relate to your new associate, Mr. Jackal, that I would like to offer my services and resources to this cause - as well as asking for permission to deliver your upgrades to a secure location.
Edited by keys2tkingdom on Jun 20th 2019 at 8:22:26 AM
-Dune had just about had it with this stupid mountain.-
-Not only was flying or climbing around it frustrating due to it constantly walking, there was the constant sandstorm as well as the fact that there weren't any flat locations to land and rest at.-
-So, naturally, he told Big Dom to punch it.-
-The results were not quite what he expected.-
Diggersby: <Hey, you! Quit hittin' me durn moun'ain!>
Dune: I'm trying to get insi-
Diggersby: <What yer tryin' is me patience, sonny! Nonya rulers ever think o' the lil' guys livin' in the crust, like me an ol' Sam!>
Dune: I just want to-
Diggersby: <What yer wantin' right now is a fat lip!>
Dune: Please stop inter-
Diggersby: <What yer needin' to stop is punchin' me moun'ain!>
Dune: Okay you know what fuck it.
-Dune jumps off of Dom and slips on the special scarf that Mobius lent him (though it seemed oddly his style, considering Mobius "just so happened" to buy it from a shop he just called "Ersatz" and refused to elaborate.-
-To both his surprise and the Diggersby, a large, scarfed, goggled Excadrill came flying at him,slamming him back down into his hole like the world's sharpest cork.-
-Dune just decides to roll with it.-
Dune: <I AM LOOKING FOR MY WIFE, AND I AM NOT BEING TOLD OFF BY SOME OLD DIGGERSBY BECAUSE FUCK THIS MOUNTAIN>
Diggersby: <Ow! H-hold on there, sonny- YEOW! Lem-lemme get outta the way fir- OWHOO!>
-Dom just watches.-
-He then shrugs.-
-He phases through the mountain using Phantom Force, now that there's a path to follow.-
-Gaia shakes her head.-
Gaia: No worries; we are not in the middle of anything critical at the moment. You will understand, though, if I ask that we delay this conversation until we have extracted ourselves from a potential danger area? I can't say for sure who may or may not be listening in on our comms right now, and whilst I believe that both mine and Jackal's security protocols are fairly robust, the fact that a hostile force may potentially intercept such information means that there's little reason to provide us with the details of upgrades which you cannot equip us with immediately.
Edited by Herbert40k on Jun 20th 2019 at 2:38:40 PM
-The comm disconnects-
Mr. Fox: -in thought- Good luck, Alice. Be safe.
Edited by keys2tkingdom on Jun 20th 2019 at 8:52:02 AM
Hey, it could be a capital-G Glitch. The first few were borne out of similar genetic tech smashing-togetherness.
But how about we just like... Get up there and see for certain?
Lamb's comms buzzed with the newcomer's voice - with trepidation, since while she had tunes in, she knew the voice was unfamiliar and potentially hostile until Gaia voiced her familiarity.
She elected to remain silent, however. Her comms remained open to the Aurabolts' channel, hearing the conversation between Gaia and Mr. Fox.
And then Nightingale spoke up. Lamb broke her silence. "That sounds like a good decision, yet I'm hesitant to go ahead with that."
-Ian comes up with another question-
Me: Oh! Tamamo-sama. Do we have to come up with names for ourselves when we transform into Magical Girls... or Magical Boys...
...or Magical Enbies...?
-Ian starts to wonder what he just asked... "Enby"?-
Me: ...and what's an "Enby"?
Tamamo: "Well, only if you want to♡"
"And an Enby is a Nonbinary person!"
Me: Oh. That makes sense. Thank you.
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