Ultra Plant Base, Corridor

Me: Huh? Do I hear... circus music?

-I make a sharp left turn and go inside to see a scene where a mysterious clownlike Pokémon stares down one of his allies-

Me: Hi, I don't think we've met, I'm Ian, I come from Nuvema Town, and I'd introduce my buddy, but I left him with Fortis to battle a Shadow Mimikyu... What are your names and why do I hear circus music?

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Ultra Plant Base

Piku-chan: <Since my trainer is on recon and won't be back for a while, you'll have to be my trainer until my real trainer gets back. Just tell me what move to use and I'll use it to the best of my abilities.>

-there's a resounding crash as a small, abandoned skycraft just plows through a segment of Shadow-spiked paneling a few dozen meters down the hall, scattering shattered masonry, warped girders-

-and a shining, helmeted, armor-plated figure atop a Mega Gyarados, clutching its head-crest as it batters its way to a halt-

-there's a brief pause, and the pair turn toward the ongoing conflict-

???: -distantly- -A Shadow?

Arthur charges in, being quite quick on his feet, he bodychecks a grunt out of the way as Cayde and Clutch toss grunt mons about.

"The sooner it's cleared, the sooner we move on. Mobius will not stop us," Arthur responds.

Further back a Grunt sees a opportunity, "Alright, time to hit the big leagues, nobody can stop Johnny no-" only to be interrupted as a arm wraps around his neck.

"Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep..." the figure behind him whispers, Johnny gasps for air, only to see his Salamence get attacked by a Dusknoir and a Lucario at once.

"Y-y *guk* can't d-do that! It's c-cheating!"

"Nothing's cheating when you're playing for keeps..." the figure muttered.

Johnny finally passed out, as his Salamence blacked out, the figure let go and vanished into the shadows, "Got anything Hacks?"

~The man in the green armor... his aura is very similar to yours... not like a clone or anything but more like dad's... or even Grandpa's... You okay with this Silas?~

"We'll be fine, we have questions, they have answers."

Orre, Pyrite Plateau

-Ludmilla can't help but look around in numb fascination as Magellan chews on her pant leg.-

-Twitch and Vinegar had set up a long row of watermelons on old plastic crates some fifty yards away.-

-The two of them come back after setting up the large fruit. Vinegar has something long in her hands, which Ludmilla recognizes as a rifle at a close distance.-

Twitch: Alright, Millie, we're gonna show you how to defend yourself, Orre Style.

Ludmilla: ... With a gun?

Twitch: Oh, I'm sorry, let me just see how the MIND SWORDS FROM YOUR WRISTS do.

-Her composure broke slightly at that taunt.-

Ludmilla: Yeah, yeah, okay, fine.

-While they were talking, Vinegar double checked the hammer, round feeder, trigger, sights, and safety before handing it to Ludmilla with a strange metal clip.-

Ludmilla: ... What?

Vinegar: What you have in your hands is the best semiautomatic rifle ever made, the M1 Garand. You plug that clip into the feed, there, and then you turn off the safety, there, and then you keep firing at those watermelons until you hear a nice, loud "cling" sound.

Ludmilla: Yeah but-

-Twitch and Vinegar both dive behind their supply crates as Ludmilla turns towards them.-

Vinegar: GUN SAFETY NUMBER ONE, NEVER POINT A GUN AT SOMETHING YOU DON'T INTEND TO SHOOT!

-Ludmilla panics and pulls the gun aside.-

Ludmilla: B-but it wasn't loaded!

Vinegar: Gun Safety Number Two, always treat a gun as loaded, no matter what circumstances!

Ludmilla: O-oh.

-She looks down at the gun and clip in her hands. Vinegar reaches her hands up over the supply crate and motions how to load the clip.-

-Ludmilla tries, and it doesn't fit.-

-Vinegar sighs.-

Vinegar: Other way!

-Oh, yeah, there we go, now it's working.-

-Ludmilla puts the rifle to her shoulder, tries to pull the trigger, and it refuses to budge.-

Vinegar: Oh for the love of... Remember that safety switch I mentioned?

Ludmilla: Oh, yeah, right.

-She turns off the safety, reshoulders the rifle, and aims at the watermelon. She yanks the trigger, the rifle letting out a thundering CRACK.-

Ludmilla: ... Did I hit it?

-Twitch and Vinegar peak up over their cover, and the watermelons they set up are completely untouched.-

Twitch: Bitch you didn't even wing the stupid things!

Ludmilla: ... What?

Vinegar: Okay, hold on, I know what went wrong.

-Vinegar walks back up.-

Vinegar: First off, Gun Safety Number Three, always turn the safety back on after you're done firing.

-She sighs as Ludmilla fumbles with the gun as she tries to remember which side has the safety. She turns it back on and hands it to Vinegar.-

Vinegar: When you fire a gun, you have to consider that every single movement you make affects the gun itself. Both hands, and every finger, your arms themselves, even your face. You have to make every movement methodically, like so.

-Vinegar undoes the safety, shoulders, sights, and fires eight rounds right into one watermelon, taking off chunk after chunk with each shot, until the gun lets out an almost melodic "shing!"-

Vinegar: In summary, don't "pull" the trigger. Don't "yank" the trigger. Squeeze the trigger. It's not just the finger, or how you handle the gun with your hands. Every part of the body goes into making sure these bullets go into that target.

-She gives Ludmilla another clip of bullets and the rifle.-

Vinegar: Just like with your mind powers, you work on them until everything is muscle memory.

Ludmilla: ... Wow. I, uh.

Vinegar: ... What? What's with that look?

Ludmilla: You're, uh, smarter than I thought.

-Behind the supplies, Twitch starts wildly snickering.-

Vinegar: I- uh-

Twitch: PFFFFFFHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ludmilla: Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that, but I, uh...

-Magellan continues to play with a random rock he found nearby, completely unfazed by the nearby gunfire.-

Edited by DuneTheWanderer on Jun 28th 2019 at 8:32:32 AM

AU Base

Talbain fired off the stones to cancel out a few attacks as best he could, having a few to spare which he lobbed at the closest ‘mons he could, subsequently amplifying a Snarl with as much Obscura he could.

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Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 28th 2019 at 8:02:13 AM

Ultra Plant Base, Approaching Chaos (Chaos)

"What in the hell is that" Daydre mutters under her breath.

Ultra Plant Base

Kaiiseii: "Great, now there's this asshole."

-Naga bares his sharp teeth and glares at the Blacephalon, the green dots that are his pupils seeming to flare up.-

Kaiiseii: "Once, just once, I want to go up to a bad guy, ask them to surrender, and have them give up with nothing else happening."

AU - Sekra Range, Mobius Base

AU!Shaun: "Tell me about it."

-He beans a Grunt in the head with a rock he picked up outside and stuns another with his electric sword.-

Shaun: "I'm not even suprised but I have several questions for you when we're done here."

-Shaun tilts his head in sync with Beowulf, the Battle Bond Gallade and his trainer seemingly communicating.-

~Faster.~

[[gray: ''Don't trust it yet. Unstable. Best stick with what we know."

-Shaun unleashes a barrage of Obscura-infused punches on a guard while Beowulf does the same to a Conkeldurr with a Close Combat.-

Luka: <Something about this doesn't sit right with me...>

-The Lucario ducks and weaves, darting ahead thanks to Agility and Bullet Punches.-

ultra plant, incoming chaos

Eva: Chaos! Chaos! I never knew ultra beasts made video game references!

Merah: <Come on, stop admiring the thing that could kill us!>

Eva: It may not be a Celesteela, but a Blacephalon that makes [deltarune] references is still cool! Maybe attack it?

Merah: <Not yet.>

AU Fiore base

-Cecelia fires a large amount of moonblasts at various dragonmons while Aura uses dazzling gleam.-

Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Jun 29th 2019 at 2:22:26 PM

Forte: Hey people, we're back. I know you guys thought I was done, but truth is there's still a lot of Sonic games I haven't covered.

-...-

Forte: Yeah, they were doing time travel ones this early. For this one you can even switch between two possible futures depending on what you do in the past.

-...-

Forte: Oh yeah, and this one introduces Metal Sonic too.

-...-

Forte: Yeah, there's Metal, Mecha, and Silver Sonic. It's complicated, okay?

-...-

Forte: Will I ever stream something that's not Sonic? I dunno, I've thought about it. I could definitely see myself streaming Freedom Planet or one of those other Sonicesque indie games.

-...-

Forte: Other furry platformers? What, like that one old game with the Ursaring and Fearow pair that everyone's been talking about? Maybe.

-...-

Forte: ...Okay, so maybe there are a lot more furry platformers than I realized. Yeah, I guess that gives me lots of options.

-...-

Forte: No, I will not stream Fortnite. Stop asking.

-...-

Forte: Yeah, today's my birthday. How'd you guys figure that one out?

-...-

Forte: Aww, thanks... you don't really need to spam 'happy birthday' that much though, chat. I can't see anything else.

This post was thumped by the Shillelagh of Whackingness

AU Fiore

Fritz would be thrown into the air by Moose. He then proceeded to use Power Gem midair on multiple of the Dragon mons.

-Carna gives PEFE!Every a... somewhat odd look. "Them" could refer to a number of individuals, after all.-

Carna: <   ...HURT WHO, EXACTLY?   >

-The expressions on the shadow-cloaked walls falter as they're pinned in place by the Spirit Shackles, catching Pride himself off guard just long enough to get hit hard by the Gunk Shot.-

Pride: <Rrgh, cheap trick! But it won't be— >

-And he's caught even more off guard, because nothing could have prepared him for the walls coming down on top of him in a sudden skycraft-and-Gyarados crash.-

-The shadows hiss, and start clawing at the debris to remove it from on top of Pride.-

-The Blacephalon tilts his head at Eva.-

Jevil: {Attack? So reckless, reckless! But so eager! I think I like this one, she knows, she knows! And she must know the numbers game I love so dearly!}

-He warps to Eva's side and throws an arm around her shoulder, and although he lacks a face, you can almost feel him grinning.-

Jevil: {My friend, my new friend, would you like to elaborate? Speak quickly, for the game is soon began, boisengirls!}

-Robinson is very clearly anxiously waiting for everyone to be thoroughly distracted.-

Ultra Plant Base, Face to Face with the Jevil

Me: "Numbers game"? Eva, what is this half-crazed jackanape talking about?

-Mezzo watches the walls crash down-

Mezzo: Well, that solves that problem.

Butterscotch: <All according to plan.>

The Walking Mountain, Top Stratum, Games Room

-Deziree sighed as she finally had pants to wear again. The ridiculously stuffy court clothing from before thankfully gave way to good sense during the recreational periods (that she was forced to participate in, one way or another).-

Deziree: Hrm...

-Deziree looked over the games of chance and intellect splayed about her. Cards, in every variety. People playing 52 pickup, 104 pickup, blackjack, poker, Orren Holdup, even solitaire. Board games like Battleship, and even tests of dexterity like darts.-

-Deziree just idly shuffled a deck of cards in her hands until another, younger woman came up beside her.-

Colette: Mind if I join you?

-Deziree jumps as her mental train is sent off the rails.-

Deziree: Oh, uh, sure.

-The darker-skinned, oddly blonde woman sits down across from her.-

Colette: You don't look as swept up in all of this as the others.

Deziree: I'm not. I have a husband back home.

-Colette winces.-

Colette: Je vous prie de bien vouloir accepter mes sincères condoléances. I had not thought anyone here old enough to have settled down.

Deziree: I mean technically I'm as old as everyone else here, but when you get to be a Magnezone before being human, there appears to be a bit of biological time displacement.

Colette: Really? I didn't know I was a Magnemite until a few years ago.

Deziree: Huh. So, that was Kalosian?

Colette: Indeed. Have you been there?

Deziree: Yep. Was my husband's first championship, before we'd gotten married. Lumiose City is something else.

Colette: Oh yes indeed. Everyone else here is from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and one Unovan, and an Angelican. You appear to be the only Orren, but you are also the only one to visit my region.

Deziree: ... Wait, were there none from Holon?

Colette: Not from what I can tell. Strange, isn't it?

-Deziree thinks back to how the magnetism in Holon affected her voice.-

Deziree: Yes. Strange.

Colette: But, I suppose that is neither here nor there. Tell me about your husband, I'm curious.

-Deziree blushes a little.-

Deziree: He's... well, he's really smart. Not in the you and I way. In the common sense way. And the emotional way. He's good at figuring out why people do things, the logic behind things, and he's really good at helping people through things with good, practical advice.

-Colette nods in approval.-

Deziree: What about you?

-Colette gives a slight wince.-

Colette: Don't have one. Had one friend a few years ago, but we had a... disagreement and went our separate ways. She was insistent that physical differentiation between humans and Pokemon was the source of all conflict. I... disagreed.

-Deziree does a double take.-

Deziree: ... Was her name... "Echo", by chance?

Colette: ... Yes. How...

-Realization hits her.-

Colette: You're on the J-Team. Your husband is- Oh. Oh.

-The two just look at each other in shared astonishment.-

Colette: I think I've found my winning team.

Deziree: Wait, so how do you know Echo?

Colette: That story will last longer than what we have left of this game time. But, my new best friend in this godsforsaken mountain, let me ask you a question to ponder.

Deziree: Oh?

Colette: Where are the chessboards?

-The realization hits Deziree like a truck as she notices that there are absolutely no checkered boards in the entire room, never seen one, never even saw a checker piece or pawn. Then the dainty-footed servant comes out, rings a tiny bell and calls all of the Daughters back to their rooms for the evening's tea.-

Stormchaser, Isbrand's Cabin

-Lissa returns Isbrand's smile as she's wrapped in a sudden embrace, and this time it's warmer and more genuine.-

Lissa: Thanks... y'know, I might just take you up on that. After all, I reckon you could teach me a few tricks...

-Rogue cracks their knuckles.-

Rogue: You know, it's poor scientific form to demand participation in an experiment without explaining beforehand. It could get you into serious trouble. You don't want that, do you? Not when you're "so close."

Ultra Plant.

Siobhan: "... Faeries. My one weakness. Well, not really, because the other one is cold, but."

The distinct lack of Faerie-type attacks works well for her, and Gogmazios is still up.

He retaliates with a Bite.

Ultra Plant

Alex: Gonna back any of this game talk up, clown?

AU Fiore

-The various Employees start scattering, human and mon alike-

-There is a distinct rumbling within the base-

Orre Factory

Baba Yaga: I sense plenty of pain and death here...

Mimikyu: <Guess we should return the favor.>

-the armored figure rises in their perch atop their mount, looming at nearly six feet, clad in graceful but largely unadorned silvery armor-

???: -in a booming voice ringing with a strange reverb- Um.

This-this is Mobius, right? And you're—not Mobius? Um.

-(except for the gauntlet on the extended right arm, which appears to be made of some sort of...leathery material)-

-helmet turning to look over the group- I mean you're not wearing the uniforms but you could've just come back from some undercover sort of thing and people fight stuff to recapture them and I don't especially want to help the dimension-breaking people recapture a Shadow, apparently—

-the Mega Gyarados peers uncomfortably at the pile of wreckage and the shadows gradually disassembling it and backs up slightly, weaving into a slightly cramped Dragon Dance, as a trident pries itself out of the aircraft wreckage and flies into the gauntleted hand-

Ultra Plant Base

Channah: -gets grazed by the Shadow Rave and swears-

Big Savings: -also gets hit- < i can't believe you've done this > -uses Acid Spray on the shadows trying to free Pride-

-Mega Gyarados happens-

Channah: ... -snorts at the armored figure's question-

Edited by Metanoia on Jun 29th 2019 at 4:16:40 AM

Orre Factory, 10th Floor

Much like the others, Taipan and her cohorts have been busy dispatching the scrap Future series walkercyborg things. They weren't like the walkers in Lycanrow, though; their metallic parts preclude the use of bullets.

So, Taipan has instead resorted to using a polearm—specifically a modified polearm in the shape of a qinglongji.

Murphy: Why again did we not use the katana?

Taipan: These creeps are "armored". There's not much a katana would do unless it was forged by gods specifically to harm evil things with super effectiveness. This isn't the movies and I'm not nearly as skilled of a swordswoman to go Jack or Kenshin on these walker's asses. Polearms, though, are quite appropriate. Now thunder wave 'em. It'll short out their servos or something.

Murphy complied.

While Mistress pushes the Future Series bots back, Wukong and Kato continued to incinerate the now-damaged robot zombies once their machinery had been incapacitated. Mistress then attempted so smother the resulting flames. She and her trainer know how much of a fire trap this place could be. Pokefutures was never one to be concerned about [OSHA] compliance.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jul 1st 2019 at 2:56:04 AM

Ultra Plant Base

-Realization-

Wait... are you?

Tyto: -Keeping an arrow pointed at the wreckage- <Maybe we should make sure that Mimikyu's actually down.>

AU!Sekra Range Base

AU!Tagg: -Feeling the rumbling- Hold! They've probably released their beast.

Ultra Plant Base, Robinson

Daydre has no clue what the Blacephalon is saying, but her hand hovers near a pokeball nonetheless.

She sorta notices Robinson out of the corner of her eye, but isn't aware of what she's doing so doesn't act yet.

ultra plant

Eva: Yup! If your hp goes to zero, you lose!

Merah: <Wut. This is not a game.>

-Merah still looks defensive.-

Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Jun 29th 2019 at 10:00:50 AM