Club Kirlia

Isbrand: "Well then, what are we wasting time here for?"

-She flows with the beat, eyes fixated on Lita.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Club Kirlia

Lita bites her lip and leans her face in closer to Isbrand's.

"I'd like to know that to. Let's not waste anymore time?"

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

Montage pt2: Route 16, A Small Homestead

-On the outskirts of Lumiose City, the houses get more scattered and rustic. It's here that Pent found the first of the former vampire hunters. As he approached the door he noticed how much like another Daycare this place looked with it's fenced paddock out the back roaming with a few assorted species of Pokemon-

-The hospitality was something Pent hadn't expected from Gunmar. But here they were sitting in what Pent could only describe as the archtypical Kalosian country kitchen, Pent with a cup of homebrewed coffee in his hands and Gunmar with a Furfrou and a Growlithe at his sides-

Gunmar: I have my dogs, comfort and people trust me to take care of their beasts for them, I don't really see the need to train them for combat anymore.

-Pent took a sip and sighed-

What if I said there were two vampires currently threatening people I know and care about?

Gunmar: When's the hunt?

I'm not sure, I'm not the one who can make the call on that.

-Gunmar was halfway through getting out a small pocket diary which he puts back away-

Gunmar: I'll give you my number, if my schedule is clear whenever your friend makes the call then count me in.

Thanks.

-Pent downs the rest of his coffee, there's a slip of paper with a (landline) phone number scrawled on it and Gunmar has walked away to fetch some food for his companions. With a brief smile Pent takes the paper and slips away out the front door without a fuss-

North Kalos Metagrossian Institute

-Despite the name, the Institute wasn't precisely a big place. It occupied a brick-and-mortar building with two floors outside the collapsed entrance of a Alakagross ruin. While the Institute could call in any number of irregulars from college campuses across the region for expeditions and digs, at the moment only two people were hanging about the facility to meet up with Pentigan. The person he was expecting to meet here was now hanging about the meager breakroom to discuss matters-

Sorine Jurard: So I'm going to cut to the point, did Isran send you?

He uh... I mean he told you where you were...

-Pent idly spun one of those store-bought two-layers-sandwiching-fake-cream biscuits on it's edge-

One of my friends needs some vampires dealt with and we could always use an additional hand... Or crossbow.

Sorine: The police confiscated all the crossbows at-

Yes I know, but surely you've-

Sorine: -Of course I've made myself a new one. But it's really more a pokeball launcher than a stakethrower...

-It is at this moment that a large man with a scraggly beard comes quasi-falling down the steps-

???: S-sorine, I found it! I have a lead on the Shield!

Sorine: Really? Really? Hold on let me check your- actually give me a moment. Pentigan this is Skovald, my assistant and second-most expert on Dwemer culture.

Huh, hi.

Skovald: You are... Sorine overestimates my abilities, my talents stand meager against some of the people known to travel in your circles.

-So, Skovald is like... Large. He's taller than Pent and has a bulk that wouldn't be out of place in a historically-inaccurate documentary about Vikings. He hands Sorine a few hastily-written translations that she starts poring over before realizing she was already having a conversation about vampires-

Sorine: Oh right! Well as you can maybe see I'm kinda more busy than I would of been waiting around in that musty old fort for a vampire to appear.

Still, can I count on you to come along for the vampire that has appeared?

-Sorine looks conflicted, glancing between Pent and Skovald-

Sorine: I'll go retrofit my ball launcher back into a crossbow. But you have to promise your people will help out if Skovald needs help investigating the Shield!

I have no idea what the Shield is but sure?

-Pent laughs and shrugs-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Club Kirlia

-Isbrand kisses Lita on the forehead.-

Isbrand: "Watch your head."

-And in the blink of an eye, Isbrand scoops Lita up and puts her on her shoulder, Isbrand's arm steadying and supporting the smaller girl. She wastes no time heading for the exit.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Club Kirlia

"Woah hey!"

Lita is picked up. Although Isbrand can't see it she is blushing mad. She giggles and squees a little as she's carried away.

"Oh Isbrand. Your quarters or mine?"

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

Palico!Spiderbyte: -very hastily, yoinks the True Red Orb and seals it- You!! Should not have...whatever this is.

Wisp: -watching the carnage- <Owie...>

---

Outside

-Megan and Pippy sigh in relief as the oppressive heat dissipates, and finally summon water-

Pippy: <Oh thank Azelf.>

-as well as the now-cool trident, preparing to try and crack through the carapace-

-and then the Commander's message gets through! Victory!-

-...oh Azelf they gotta get off this mountain before they have to cross an actual mountain to get back-

-they scramble to do so!-

---

Skyward

-Logan flits about the now peaceful Zorah Magdaros, making sure everyone dismounts safely before flying back and landing-

Logan: -dismounting- Capture Complete!

-and their strange outfit dissolves back into ribbons of glitter and sparks, reverting to their normal Ranger uniform-

-Mane, likewise, reverts into a Manetric, rather than...whatever that was-

-Logan smiles at the retreating form of the giant creature, free from Mobius-

-Mane stretches, gazing out over the beautiful panorama of this world with no small satisfaction-

-Wisp flies through the base systems, inducing catastrophic portal generator meltdowns that render the structure completely and utterly uninhabitable to any would-be multiverse collapsers, if perhaps a likely haunt and subsequent hunting ground for some variety of local monster in some not-too-distant future-

-and then they regroup and leave-

-they're back from the raid!-

Vee: -emerging smoldering from her ball, back at the portal- <And fuck you too, buddy—>

Addie: -hopping over- <How many fingers am I holding up?>

Vee: <—do we even have "fingers"—>

Addie: <How many appendages—>

Pippy: -breathlessly- <We survived!> o/

Logan: -grinning- Hey, you know what time it is?

Megan: Oh gosh we're still doing that—

-and everyone stops what they're doing to strike a pose, and Spiderbyte plays an audio clip of fanfare-

M i s s i o n C o m p l e t e !

-a great feeling of triumph settles over the group-

-and then everyone's adrenaline finally cuts out, and they all collapse-

Megan: -on the ground, extremely bruised, rather burned- Ow...

Logan: -out of the pose, walks very calmly and steadily to a nearby tree and leans against it-

Pippy: -shaking Megan and Vee, drowsily- <Heyyy c'mon, we gotta pick up our Egg...>

Vee: -blearily- <...eh, kid'll be fine w' Ever s'more. Not like we'll miss any 'mportant milestones 'r nothin'.>

Logan: -taking a call- Mhm. Yep. Debriefing in—

Spiderbyte: -hitting send- Done.

Addie: <Oh thank the gods.>

Logan: -emphatically- Thank you so much.

Pippy: -glancing up- <Oh, happy birthday, you two.>

Vee: <Mmmmmmrmghphl.>

Megan: I wanna sleep for an indeterminate amount of time... @_@

(Spongebob narrator voice) One Indeterminate Amount of Time Later...

-there's a knock on Ever's door!-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Aug 9th 2019 at 9:27:57 AM

No mind to think. No will to break.

Stormchaser, Ever's Room

Ever: Ah.

-they pick up the Piplup baby, holding him up-

It was nice getting to know you, little guy.

Piplup: pip.

Ever: Your mom's a great mon. You'll like her. Try not to get too freaked out when she disembowels me.

Piplup: pip.

Ever: We had a good run, yeah.

-they go to answer the door, holding the Piplup like a football-

-for some Ever reason, they are wearing a very elaborate dress, complete with crinoline-

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Aug 9th 2019 at 7:09:04 AM

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

The OU, July 23rd

Des and Lita are back here, sore but happy, with their new weapons slung on their backs.

Des: "Another successful raid. You're getting good at these."

Lita: "Thanks." She stops and sees Megan and Logan. "You should...talk to them."

Des: "They're tired now. I'll see if they can speak later."

He goes over to the 'Gans.

Des: "You two. First of all, very impressive I'd like to learn that. Second, we should talk. Not now, but soon if you can."

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

-with a frankly horrifyingly stealth-rapid smoothness, the fatigue seems to recede from Logan's expression, and they reach out to shake Des's hand-

Logan: -with a warm, welcoming professionalism- I'd be glad to teach what I know!

Megan: -significantly less composed- Haaaaah... ...oh, uh, are you talking to me? I-I dunno how much I have to teach...unless you have Shards? We can tutor some Water moves...

Pippy: -with a brightness only slightly dimmer-switched by fatigue- <I'm sure we'll find time to talk soon! Since we're both on the J-Team, we might find ourselves moving in similar circles!> ^v^

Vee: -flailing slightly- <Mmph. Talk later, guy who smells like the "y'all" contraction used in gen'ral conv'rsation. Sleep now.>

Addie: -to Des, Lita- <Hey, you did real well out there!> ^w^

-first evident is Pollen, fluttering at eye level-

-as the door opens, she does whatever the bug equivalent of a blink is, then slowly, fairily salutes Ever-

(-if her Aura Sight stretched through metal, she'd have greeted them with that-)

-next, being tallest, is Megan, who is once again super injured and covered in bandages, but healing, cheerfully waving at Ever-

Vee: <We're back!> ,3

-Vee looks pretty okay! If slightly sunburnt-

<Hope the nonambulatory spheroid we left in your care didn't cause you too much trouble~>

Pippy: <Oh, dressed up, Ever? What's the occasion? •v•

-he's fine lol-

-...apparently, holding a surprise infant like a football tends to keep most peoplemon from noticing it's an infant-

-sniff sniff-

Vee: <...hey, you smell kinda...something.>

-curiously- <New deodorant?>

Pippy: -hissing- <Vee that's rude!>

Vee: -hmph- <The subset of things I can smell is really weird! I'm curious!>

Edited by Asterisk395 on Aug 9th 2019 at 10:10:03 AM

No mind to think. No will to break.

Stormchaser, Ever's Threshold

Ever: ...You're not looking so good. Everything alright?

-they nod politely to Pippy-

One should always dress well on the occasion of one's death, when one is blessed with the chance to see it coming. That's what I believe.

For example, Vee, my current scent is not deodorant, but rather the natural oils found in the feathers of penguins.

Piplup: pip.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Megan: I'm good! ^_^

...hey, what do you mean you can see what comiiiiii—

...penguin oil?

-...-

-pip-

Pippy: -slowly raises flippers to cover beak-

Pollen: -compound eyes means she can awkwardly fail to avoid everyone's gaze-

-especially...-

Vee: -...-

-shakily- <...I missed it?>

-one mon can bring himself to look-

Pippy: -hushed- <oh>

<baby>

-he very carefully gets down to look closer-

No mind to think. No will to break.

With Brie, Still

Hearthome

It should be noted that the moment the attack sweeps across the entire platform, no trace of the Glitch remains visible, and thus it's impossible to actually tell if anything's hit it.

Luciana: "Uhhhh, anyone got Flash or something so we can actually-"

She's cut off by a massive beam of energy flying out of the shadows towards the party, catching her completely unawares and throwing her out of the arena.

---

Luciana is thrown out back into the alley, and there seems to be... aboslutely nothing where she was just thrown out.

Luciana: "Oh what the shit."

She stands up and leans against the wall, looking around, before her eyes settle on a familiar figure.

Luciana: "Oh. Scathach. Fancy meeting you here...?"

Scathach, wordlessly, transforms into her own magical girl form and rushes Luciana, attempting to punch her.

Luciana: "Oh Arceus do we really have to do this now?"

Torna

Arriving at the Suspicious Cave Entrance(TM), the immediate surroundings don't look particularly threatening, nor do any Mobius grunts seem to make a sudden appearance.

If their base is here, it's probably further back in the cave.

XB!Siobhan: "We should be cautious. No need to kick the hornet's nest if we can help it."

She draws her sword, moving forward quietly.

The fact that her Blade is tall, has a wide profile from the wings, and is carrying a minigun isn't helping any particular attempts at stealth, though.

Nor is Aurelius in his current seven foot tall form, for that matter.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Stormchaser, Evernever Line

Ever: Baby, yes. He hatched very shortly after you left. And...imprinted.

Piplup: pip?

-he looks at this larger, fancier version of himself-

-he seems very puzzled-

Ever: He cries when I'm not physically touching him. It's rather cute actually.

-they tilt their head back slightly-

So, like I said, if you have a need to kill and replace me, that would be understandable.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Torna

-Noting the surroundings-

No Mobius Grunts, that's... unusual. This feels like a trap.

Muddy: Question is what'll spring it.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Club Kirlia

Isbrand: "Whichever one we get to first."

---

Hearthrome

-Luca's aura dissipates in a show of disappointment.-

Luca: "Fuck you too, buddy."

-He takes a slow, deep breath, yellow Aura hopefully lighting up the area around him.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Hearthhome Glitch Battle

Sunny reflexively raised a Light Screen, protecting her and Sylveon as best she could, which wasn't exactly that well, ultimately.

Once again, the two of them sent out arcing bolts of sparkles and fire.

Stormchaser, post-new-world raid

A longsword in his hand, Colton appeared on the deck, sighing with contentment, but definitely fatigued. A Pokeball opened and Xatu materialized, taking the sword in a psychic grip and teleporting away.

Stormchaser Room 713

Edited by AbsentCoder on Aug 9th 2019 at 10:39:21 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

hearthome

Eva: Sorry, I'm only good at flinging large objects at stuff.

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Fuchsia City

-Let's divert focus from Kai for a while, shall we?-

-It's been one week since Rose got an egg, gave its parent a strange look, and said "well okay"-

-Five days since the egg first shook; didn't realize at first, but Nora said, "hey, look!"-

-Three days since its second move, since it dawned on her that it's gonna hatch soon,-

-Yesterday, 'twas about to hatch, but it'll still be until today when it first cracks.-

-Crack.-

Rose: ...Oh?

public class Introduction {

-The egg shakes once.-

    public static void main (String[] args) {

-Twice.-

        String name;

-And three times, before...-

        System.out.print("Hello, world!") 
    } 
}

Litten: <Hello, world!>

-Rose stares.-

Vee: <I...would that work? Wait no—>

-...-

<—yeah, no—hm.>

Pippy: -singsong- <ba-by ba-by>

-the larger, fancier version of the baby Piplup blows a "tiny", "sparkling"...thingy-

-it's "pretty" and "round"-

-and it floats closer!-

(-Pippy playfully floats a bubble around the tip of his flipper in front of his baby!-)

Megan: -likewise down, sparkly-eyed- b a b y

-she's enthralled-

Pollen: -flutters awkwardly-

Vee: <...>

-absently- <...okay, I might...murder you a little.>

-laugh- <I mean...seriously, Ever? I get that I owe you my life still, but my firstborn? Isn't that a bit of a cliché?>

-she's joking-

-...-

-she's probably joking-

-she actually seems a little terrified, looking at this Piplup-

-to her child, meekly- <...h-hi, kiddo.>

-she crouches down near his level, somehow exuding...anti-threat display-

-there's a pause, about the length of several deep breaths-

-and a bunch of texts come all at once, in the wider groupchat-

-typing notification-

-...-

-...-

-continued typing notification-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Aug 10th 2019 at 12:34:44 PM

No mind to think. No will to break.

Stormchaser-Now

A certain cowboy is milling about with his Stunky. He may be approached.

Stormchaser-Ambiguous Quarters.

Lita yawns and turns over in bed. She stirs herself awake. Does she wake up alone...?

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

-he may come across a large window, next to which is Logan, spinning sunlight into gold, and Megan, sewing golden thread into...something-

Addie: -waves a paw-

Pollen: -also sewing-

Human!Pippy: No no, you stitch like this—

Pollen: -attempting sewing- >:/

No mind to think. No will to break.

With Brie

-There's a pause.-

Fuchsia City

Rose: ...

-The Litten hobbles over to Rose, squeaking.-

Rose: Uh, hey, little...

Litten: <name = "Java";>

Rose: That's not what I was about to ask but okay.

-Java nuzzles Rose, who sweatdrops.-

Rose: Uh, better let Avery know, I guess.

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Aug 10th 2019 at 12:59:54 PM

Stormchaser, Hello Gans

Des is...a little mystified at what Logan and Megan were doing.

"I...how..."

He stares for maybe a bit longer than he should have before he snaps back to reality oh, there goes gravity.

"Um...hi, you two. I'd like to finally, formally introduce myself. My name is Desmond Descartes. I wanted to talk to you two, if that's ok?"

Edited by PhilosopherStones on Aug 10th 2019 at 10:04:41 AM

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

Stormchaser, Piplup Zone

Ever: ...

Oh gods I really am that fae what am I doing with my life

Piplup: pip?

-he seems sort of confused, by these large strangers taking an interest in him-

-but they're blue-

-blue means good, right? Like him, like Ever, like the warm ball of fluff that holds him sometimes-

-he cautiously pokes at the bubble with his beak, and is startled when it vanishes-

-and then there's a fox-

-the baby Piplup has never dealt with a predator, and doesn't understand the instincts yet-

-so instead of doing the sensible thing for a bird confronted with a fox, he wriggles out of Ever's arms, dropping to the floor with a surprisingly heavy thump, and goes to examine this odd blue thing-

Piplup: (in the tones of a cat dealing with something well out of its weight class, an infant demanding an explanation from someone, or just a very small and brave animal) piplup.

Ever: ... (in the tones of someone under the belief they have received a stay of execution) Would you look at that.

Heya, Pollen. How's it hanging?

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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.