Silas couldn't help but smile at Megan's excitement, "The mechs are powered by a small fusion reactor, it doesn't have as much oomph as the other ships at Asimov but they get the job done, the Funnels have batteries. As for Auric Metals, certain metals have been reported to be more attuned to work with auric based energies, much like how certain metals carry better electric charges or are magnetized."

~As for either of us being a archer the answe-~

Suddenly Shaun.

Silas blinks, "How does this keep happening?"

~Yeah him. Shaun is the Archer here, and Silas actually made that bow for him.~

"It was 2 weeks with a lot of sleepless nights of studying the right metals, materials, and historical reports to even figure out how to make something that would be obscura attuned."

Roxy grinned, "He's a nerd, but that has its advantages."

Oblivion Wing

-Shaun gasps and holds a hand over his mouth in mock shock.-

Shaun: "Fido! You do care about me!"

Hearthome City

-Lucius raises an eyebrow as he sees Pent charging forward.-

Lucius: Uh... I dunno if charging forward with no powers or regard for self-preservation and trying to fight these things with our bare hands is the best plan, but go off, I guess. I think Luciana's got the right idea - look for the highest concentration of gits, that's likely to be the source.

-In keeping with that advice, the tendrils extending from his wrists start grabbing members of the glitchy horde and tossing them aside.-

hearthome

Eva: Okay then, outta my way!

-She charges into the thick of things, floating a large stone plant pot in front of her to push glitches out of the way.-

Pippy: -awed- <Fusion!>

Megan: -beaming so very bright- Auric Metals! My research—

-for reference, next to Silas is an unfamiliar, bespectacled young woman bedecked in a classic, fashionable outfit-

-a sturdy black leotard crisscrossed with numerous bandoliers loaded with vials, accentuated with what looks like Bike-rider joint padding and a teal gauntlet over an elbow-length glove, and also a Vaporeon-

-also a pair of very nice boots-

-currently she holds a delighted squeeing sort of posture and a gray trident taller than she is, which she reflexively levels at a sudden stranger-

Pippy: -also flinches, whipping around and charging his head-crest for...something glowy-

Vee: -lazily coils off, turning her eye toward a New Friend^tm- <Well, hey there I.Dol~>

Megan: -blink blink- "Fido"?

-blink- wait—

-...ohhhhhhh...

-and she snickers awkwardly, planting the base of her weapon on the ground by her foot-

Uh, hi...Shaun? It's nice to put a face to the name! Even if I heard it like two seconds ago I like your mech

Oblivion Wing

Shaun: "Thanks. Meanwhile I've been here for less than a minute and you already look cooler than me."

-Shaun would make a much cooler i impression, incidentally, with his gray tactician coat with ths gold trim and designs, and the aviators in his hair...-

-But there's sour cream around his lips so...-

-He can't compete.-

Shaun: "Didn't I have napkins when I left?"

-He shrugs.-

Shaun: "You're Megan, right? I'm sorry, but I hope you're good with that trident. Silas can only have one best friend."

"Not that we're best friends anyway. Maybe close friends."

"I'm not good in social situations someone please help me"

Silas smirks a bit, "Shaun I'm the monotone stoic one who struggles with emotions and social cues and somehow I'm stumbling less."

Roxy laughed, "Close friends sure, but you guys have more of a vitriolic relationship."

~Megan can hug Silas, that's a pretty big thing for him.~

"The list isn't very long admittedly," Silas responded, "But more to the point, this is Shaun, Obscuric, Descendant of apparently Bayonetta, ally, hater of fruit, loyal comrade in that little thing I told you about, and a friend for certain."

Muggy got off of Megan and wiggled a bit, giving her a big furret smile, <And his girlfriend loves hugs as well.>

Oblivion Wings

Shaun: "I don't hate fruit. I'll eat apples, lemons, and Tropius fruits. But those...abominations you showed me..."

"What the fuck are grapes? Silas, my nightmares either consist of the horrible, violent, gruesome deaths of everyone I love, or me reliving the memory of Midna force-feeding me a -gags- banana, and frankly I can't decide which is worse."

-He shudders.-

Shaun: "Anyway yes Silas and I bond over having to deal with our reincarnated ancestors."

"Cereza's cooler than Arthur though. And I'm not saying that just because she'll kill me if I say otherwise."

Megan: -beaming- Oh no, I guess I gotta kick your butt! ^_^

-she cracks her knuckles-

-...-

-then laughs nervously, uncorks one of the vials and pulls a tissue out of it, offering it to Shaun-

Megan: I, also, have no idea what I'm doing at any given moment and am terrified to death of people think you look really cool! And it's nice to meet more of Silas's friends! ^_^

Vee: .S

Megan: -hearing Silas as well- Oh, also, this is sorta the understuff, not the full thing—I'm excited to get it done and get started!

And Obscura! That's really—

...did you say Bayonetta

Pippy: <That's—that's what I heard, yes...>

-...-

-...-

Saitama: <...who—>

Megan: -shrieking, softly- BAYONETTA'S REAL?!

Pippy: -terrified- <Holy shit>

Megan: Are—are all the events of the games true, is there—everything—

Pippy: <Angels and demons and timebreaking bullet hell and oh no oh no we're not ready—>

Vee: -hushed- <Can—>

-and everyone freezes-

Vee: -bright foxfishpuppy eyes- <Can I fight Bayonetta?>

Pippy: -horrified- <Vee N O>

Vee: <Please, it's all I've ever wanted>

Pippy: -desperately- <Vee we've been through this>

Vee: -almost sobbing- <Just kick my ass, it'll be an honor>

Silas reaches into his coat and pulls out a Banana and tosses it over to Shaun, it landing at his feet.

"Yeah Shaun doesn't know that fruits like Bananas, Pears, and Grapes exist," Roxy commented.

Hacks laughed a bit, ~It's always entertaining.~

"Nightmares, that's fun... also I don't think the plot of the games happened literally... more that his ancestor ended up inspiring them, much how Arthur inspired Dark Souls," Silas explained, "Also the Undying Knight is still cooler than the Umbran witch in my book, but that's just my view."

Roxy shrugs, "I'll let them be. Oh hey Shaun where is Jessica?"

~Also doesn't Cereza live in your chest cavity Shaun?~

Oblivion Wing

Shaun: "Well, Vee, you do have a Type-advantage..."

-Shaun shakes his head.-

Shaun: "No, the game itself isn't real. Though Cereza and I have been reading her old journals and a lot of the game us based on fiction."

-Shaun mutters something to his shadow.-

Shaun: "No, that's Midna. Cereza's a Delphox, and is currently with Jessica, who I have no clue where she is."

Nondescript Bar, Unova

Jessica: "I will drink you under the table!"

Cereza: <Good luck. I grew up drinking the strongest saké I could find like it was milk from my mother's teat.>

   Achille   : <First of all, never say "teat" again, second of all, why did you have to come to the bar my family owns?>

Jessica: "We drank through all the alcohol we had on the ship, and I am expecting a discount on my bill!"

Cereza: <Or else.>

Oblivion Wing

Shaun: "They're probably fine."

-Vee looks absolutely heartbroken-

Vee: -crestfallen- <...so she doesn't punch Legendaries in the face?>

-Megan tries to breathe the politest sigh of relief she has in her-

<Or fight armies, or like...do the darkspeed time warping thing>

-Pippy relief-exhales slightly more loudly, to deny internally an odd feeling of disappointment-

<Or the gun limbs, or the dancing...>

-there's a long, sad pause as she processes, working past the chaff, trying to articulate the true core of her grief-

(Megan: -goes over and swats Silas on the arm- Don't torment him!

-and she picks up the banana and hands it to Pippy, who takes the expedient route of swallowing it whole-)

Vee: -eventually- <...or like...punch Legendaries>

<in the face, repeatedly>

<while dancing, with bullets>

<and summoning demons>

<and punching them into pulp with her demon hair...?>

-and, the primary shock past, her friends get down and try to gently soothe her shattered dreams-

Pippy: -patting her- <There, there, I'm sure there are loads of other obscenely, horrendously dangerous fish in the sea to actually legitly lose your other eye to.>

Megan: M-maybe she'll be able to decimate you anyways, if—if you ask nicely? ^_^;

-pat pat-

-...-

Vee: -glancing up- <...is...is she still nice to kids?>

Edited by Asterisk395 on Jul 18th 2019 at 12:29:56 PM

Oblivion Wing

-Shaun breathes a sigh of relief as the banana is taken away.-

Shaun: "Thank you."

-He nods at Vee.-

Shaun: "Yeah. Unless they're, you know, assholes."

-Beat-

Shaun: "She, uh, can dance. And use Aura Infuse to move faster though it's way more toned down than in the game."

"And she had katana and whip in her first life. And used guns in [WWII]."

"Oh yeah I should mention she's been busy these last 600 years because she's not allowed to retire to the Spirit World until she fulfills a Contract. Unfortunately. But apparently her husband is a patient man."

-Shaun tilts his head.-

Shaun: "I don't think so? It's still up in the air if this was actually her girlfriend or she just got really wasted one night."

-He shrugs.-

Shaun: "Maybe. All I know about him is that he had an Aegislash, fathered a bastard child who is the only reason I exist, and died under mysterious circumstances."

-He frowns.-

Shaun: "Yes, and he was a bottom."

-...-

Shaun: "No, I actually couldn't tell if he was a twink when I saw his 600-year old corpse when I broke into his tomb."

-...-

Shaun: "It's my mother's side!"

-...-

Shaun: "Why have I been talking aloud? Uhhh...I forget you can hear me think? Beowulf's the only one who usually does that."

-He blanches and holds his hands out towards Megan and Co.-

Shaun: "Don't worry I'm not crazy I'm just talking to the ghost that lives in my body and/or my shadow"

Hearthome Brawl

-Pent looks disappointed at the lack of damage his Regular Punch did and heads onwards-

-He's being particularly risky today. Weird-

Hearthome Glitch Massacre

Max and Sunny continue to attack Glitches, Max's sparkles gathering into a bomb that exploded near a few and Sunny's Flare Whip cracking a sonic boom that created a fiery explosion that kept the Glitches off the scouting teammates' back.

Stormchaser

Lance: So, Ersatz. It sells items that can turn you into Pokemon?

Milagros: Yep.

Lance: Nice. How do I even get there?

Milagros would grab Lance's hand...

Milagros: This way.

Ersatz Alliance

...and pulled him through a clothes hanger.

Milagros: Transformation items are that way. Okay, see ya!

He would jump through the hanger.

Lance: Wait-

Milagros re-appeared almost instantly.

Lance: Can I get your Xtransciever number?

Milagros: Of course.

They would both exchange Xtransciever numbers and both went off.

Stormchaser, Room 713

Colton rested his back on his bed, pointing up at the ceiling as he directed an illusory scale model of Andreas to fly around his room, punching illusory meteors into dust and breathing fire on errant Jester illusions that were impeding his progress. The tiny Groudon mecha did some loops as the dust ceased to be, before it also ceased.

<Time,> Amaterasu chimed in, vulpine headphones on her head as the song she was listening to winded down. <Minerva, 4, Colton, 7,> she said.

The next song came on, and the roles reversed, with Colton controlling the asteroids and Jesters with Minerva maneuvering Andreas.

The two conjurers of illusions continued their little game of cat-and-mouse, Andreas lighting Jesters on fire while Amaterasu kept watch on the song’s time. The asteroid shards continued to linger until they became too small or numerous.

Both of their hands/paws were getting a little sweaty from all the control they were exercising, but it was still kind of fun.

Sometime later, in a more open area

They're still playing their game, but have more space to do it in. It might get noticed.

"I believe you, honestly I've seen weirder things."

Oliver stepped over, now a fully evolved Decidueye, <I could try hookshotting her out if you like, it's worth a shot.>

"Please don't, I don't want Shaun's blood all over my clean floor," Silas commented.

Roxy stared, "Okay now I can't tell if he's joking or not, damn monotone."

The grin Silas flashed Megan would make it clear.

"So anyways Shaun, Megan is looking to join our fun little group, got any good name suggestions for her to use?"

Oblivion Wing

Shaun: "Oliver I taught you to only use that to hurt bad guys."

-He rolls his eyes at an unseen comment.-

Shaun: "No, Midna, you cannot eviscerate me from the inside out."

"I regret purifying you sometimes."

-Shaun taps his chin thoughtfully, looking at Megan.-

Shaun: "Hmmm...Vaporwave?"

-He smirks.-

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Jul 19th 2019 at 12:56:11 PM

Castelia City, Warehouse

An ordinary-looking young man, with dark hair, a dark jacket, and a light-gray T-shirt with a darkly humorous science joke was tied up in a chair in an ominously dark warehouse. His rotom phone, meanwhile, sits in a suspended glass jar with a rubber stopper. Behind them were a bunch of intimidating mafioso, talking to the phone. He was speaking all muffled like because of the mouth gag, but his rotom could understand him because he's also apparently a telepath.

Young Fellow, muffled: How'd we get into this mess?

Rotom Phone in a Bottle: You were asking for directions and things got out of hand, that is the extent of my knowledge.

Young Fellow: How was I supposed to know that they were shipping contraband?

Rotom: Couldn't you read their minds?

Young Fellow: Well, one of them's coming this way.

One of the burly thugs approached, with an intimidating look on his face. He was holding a chain of pokéballs on his person.

Young Fellow: Yeah, they're gonna sell you and the rest of the fam to a Team Plasma remnant while they chuck me down the [Hudson]. Team Plasma, eh? Are we in the right year? What did the shunters say?

Rotom: Last I checked it was in the right year, 2019.

Young Fellow: Didn't N disband them already? Oh, wait, they're saying something about some creeps named Mobius they intend to sell the stuff here to.

Rotom: Well, it's the right year at least. Those are the guys behind the holes in the sky from 20-or-so years ago.

From a distance, they can hear someone scream "I don't care if you're all tied up in the moment. You get me the money by the end of the day, or you get zilch!"

Gangster: Quit eavesdropping; I'll have you tossed in the river without being shot first.

Just then, they hear the sound of breaking glass, followed by the panicked movement of grunts, a lot more crashing, and the sound of a large electric shock followed by the pained screams of mafiosos getting dangerously close to being electrocuted.

Gangster: Oh, shit, he's back.

The hostage sighed in relief. He didn't need to read anyone's mind to know what was going on. He knew who that was.

Gangster: Don't move any closer, punk, I ain't going back to priso—

He proceeded to feel for his gun, which was suddenly... not there.

A mortified look formed on his face. The hostage could see the silhouette of a superhero behind them.

Arachna-Guy: Oh, good, you left the safety on. Didn't anyone ever tell you that firearms are dangerous? Don't try anything funny; this suit is bullet proof. Don't ask. I've got people.

Elsewhere in Castelia City

Dave is casually dressed for the warm humid weather—wearing a white Phenac City University T-shirt and khaki cut-off pants that expose his unfeeling metallic parts—while riding a fixie bike down the streets of the big city. He's wearing sunglasses in a vain effort to look cool while doing it. He's wearing a helmet because of a city ordinance.

Dave: My supreme detective skills and what remains of my gut instinct tell me that Goober is somewhere here. I'm on to you, you sneasely little Signaljammer.

Rotom!Jonathan, in Dave's pockets: Gotta be honest, Dave, something about this assignment just rubs me the wrong way.

PC, telepathically, from a pokéball: Spoiler alert, it's got a lot to do with how he ended up a rotom in the first place. He'll be happy to tell you if you'd let him.

Rotom!Jonathan: I'm curious, though, how'd you pinpoint that he's here?

Dave: I did a bit of cross-referencing and found that at least some of his tech was from a specific brand of camera that was mostly sold to the Geographic Society's Unova Office but was discontinued years ago. Couple that with the allegations of our supply chains being redirected—a fancy way to describe "they're robbing us blind"—and the recent surge of footage from the late 2010s coming from Goober and Team Signal, it's not a stretch to assume that he was filming something in the past.

Rotom!Jonathan: Why here, though?

Dave: Because I saw a series of seemingly minor glitches on one of his broadcasts that indicate something broken with the camera—(Thanks, Uncle Andy). He's got to get parts somehow. And with a lot of rifts and J-Team activity recently, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to get footage of them doing something "cool" like in the legends.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Oct 19th 2019 at 3:12:17 AM

Top of the Stormchaser

A cowboy and his future samurai daughter are up here.

Des is wearing a garish blue and pink Alolan shirt and has an ungodly amount of sunblock on his nose. He's currently flipping burgers on a small, charcoal BBQ that Jovi is occasionally breathing fire on. His apron says "Platonically hug the Cook".

Lita is lying back in a chair wearing a tank and a pair of shorts, catching some rays. Waspinator is currently struggling to retrieve an alcoholic beverage from a nearby cooler.

"Hurry up Pollenbutt, I wanna get my buzz on!"

<zzzz Waspinator is trying.>

The bee pokemon fumbled with the drink can in between his drill-like appendages as he slowly made his way over to his trainer. He was just about to hand the drink off to her when it slipped and rolled off the side of the airship.

<um....>

Lita pulled down her sunglasses and glared at Waspinator.

Hearthome Magical Girl Brawl

Me: I have an idea that just might work... It's crazy, but... Raru? Come on out.

-I press the button on the Poké Ball and out comes Raru-

-Raru strikes a cute pose-

Raru: <Heya pal! Look at you! Are you some kind of Magical Girl?>

Me: In a sense, Raru, yes. I am. Listen. We're on the hunt for where these glitch monsters are coming from?

Raru: <What do these monsters look like?>

-I point behind me to where Sunny and Max are fighting off grotesque glitchy monsters that are almost difficult to discern as Pokémon-

Raru: <I'm sorry I asked.>

Me: Anyways, we need to find where these things are coming from so we can cut them off at the source and save the day. Raru, do you think you can fire a Hypnosis attack into the sky?

Raru: <Wha- are you NUTS?! This is CRAZY! I might accidentally hypnotize a passing Skarmory... Or an airplane pilot!>

Me: Not if we combine it with Piku-chan's Thunderbolt... Y'see, I thought this out...

The Imagine Spot, or as Ian likes to call it, The Theater of Ian's Mind

-The visual appears cartoony, as if drawn with colored pencils, where Ian in his Magical uniform keeps Raru on his left shoulder and Piku-chan on his right shoulder-

Me: Y'see, your Hypnosis attack can put people to sleep, whereas Piku-chan's Thunderbolt would have the opposite effect, i.e.^meaning id est, Latin for "in other words", waking them up. So! If we combine your Hypnosis with Piku-chan's Thunderbolt and aim both attacks at the sky, the soporific and energizing effects of the Psychic and Electric moves will cancel each other out and the combined wavelength can act as a radar, which we can use to find the source of the glitch monsters.

Back to reality

Me: What do you think?

Raru: <Oh, now I get it!>

Piku-chan: <Y'know, in spite of it sounding like something a crazy person would say, I think this plan has potential.>

Me: Yeah, but I'll have to let the others know if my logic is sound enough to be viable...

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Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Jul 19th 2019 at 5:41:13 AM

Kanto Route 11

Milagros would be walking around talking to himself.

Milagros: Y'know, I've wondered what it would be like if I was a Pangoro for more than a day. Like, maybe travel with a group of wild Pokemon and get to know about my abilities better.

He looked up and smiled.

Milagros: So why don't I do that? I stay in Pokemon form for a few days and maybe train more. Hell. I can learn from real wild pokemon and I can just put an Armband on and pretend to be a wild pokemon for a few days in case I need to hide from someone trying to kill me.

Edited by Routeferret on Jul 19th 2019 at 10:30:29 AM

Hearthome City - Past

-Magical Girl Lucius is still doing the "Obscura tendrils fucking up glitchmons" thing.-

Oblivion Wing - Present

-In the area where Silas, Shaun and Megan are gathered, a pair of voices may become audible - one high and petulant, the other seemingly originating from within the listener's ear.-

Lucius: I'm telling you, this ship just doesn't make sense. Room 312 is next to room 413, and room 201 is in block 5. You don't know your way around the Stormchaser. Nobody does.

Maul: ~Never said I did.~

Lucius: Look, all I wanted was a shitty taco, you don't have to be such a dick abou-

-His words are cut short as he steps out into the surprisingly well-populated cargo bay.-

Lucius: ...Oh. Uh. Hi.

Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 19th 2019 at 11:16:34 AM

Castelia City Warehouse

Arachna-Guy rips off the knots tying the hostage and removes the gag. The hostage is a lot more gleeful than usual, which Arachna-Guy surmises must be a superhero fanboy thing. He also frees the rotom from the jar.

Arachna-Guy: Kid, you alright?

Fellow: I am now, sir. Thanks.

He shakes the hero's hand rather gleefully. He's gone full fanboy. The guy was every bit as awesome as he was told he'd be. Pretty awkward sense of humor, though, but that seemed a bit on brand and relatable more than anything.

Fellow: It is an honor, Mr. Arachna-Guy sir.

Arachna-Guy: You're welcome, I guess. I don't suppose you want a selfie or anything?

Rotom Phone: Got it.

The rotom takes an awkward selfie of the two of them.

Arachna-Guy: You got my good side on that one? Just kidding.

Fellow: Honestly, I didn't expect to meet you up close. I'm from out of town. My father told me all about you.

Arachna-Guy: Another big fan?

Fellow: You could say that.

Arachna-Guy: Right. I sent a distress call for the CCPD; if you'll need anything, they can take care of it. Good folk, Castelia's Finest.

Fellow: I appreciate the offer, but I should be on my way—did you say you worked with the cops?

Arachna-Guy: I work alongside the cops. Due process and all that jazz. Superheroes can't do everything. Otherwise I'd burn myself out. I'd better be going. Stay outta trouble.

Arachna-Guy jumps onto a the window. Meanwhile, he could hear the sound of the claxons of the police cars outside. CCPD officers begin pouring in, taking the trapped mafiosos from their polymer encasings.

Arachna-Guy: Oh, before anything else, think fast.

He tosses a chain of pokéballs at the young man, who grabs it mid-air—which seemed to impress the superhero greatly. The cops and the young man salute him as he makes an exit.

A mental voice from within one of the pokéballs: ~You seem impressed.~

Fellow, mentally: ~It's not everyday you get to meet your heroes and they turn out to be more amazing than you thought they were.~

Mental voice: ~Feeling totally emotional. I can tell. You have never seen him do these things back home. Everything your father told you about Arachna-Guy was real. And then it turns out he was Arachna-Guy all this time.~

Goober: ~Yeah. I thought being able to see him walk would've been a big deal, Kendall. But damn. Dad did all these things. I've always looked up to my father; guess you could say he's always been my hero.~

Kendall, the balled-up Alolan Raichu: ~When you get home make sure to tell him about it. You can't keep this wayward child act going forever. And did you get pictures?~

Goober: ~We have pictures, alright. Let's wait til the coast is clear. We've a camera store to get to and footage to deliver. We'll also need to talk to these cops; we may need to help them keep these guys in the slammer.~

Any communicator device from the Lillifuture

Goober: This is Signaljammer Goober reporting. Any and all operatives and time travelers currently in this reality be forewarned. There are Interdimensional Police operatives present. Do not engage. Do not approach. Cover your tracks. Keep all aura jammers at invisibility settings. Stay safe, and keep the signal going. Over and out.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Dec 13th 2020 at 1:27:38 AM