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Milagros would be lying down on the sofa, Baby Cat sitting beside him.
Milagros: Hey, I just realized. Where did I put my motorbike all this time? I just sort of forgot about it when I bought Rourke to Ersatz Alliance.
Baby Cat: <I remember Rourke taking it with him. I think.>
Milagros: Oh yeah! I was thinking about riding on it again. So...
Milagros and Baby Cat would be outside the repair store.
Milagros: I think it's time to get it back.
Baby Cat: <Why did you randomly say that?>
Milagros: I was following from "so..." before we left.
Baby Cat: <But that was half an hour ago.>
Milagros: Imagine you were an outsider watching short parts of the conversation.
Baby Cat opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, before closing it.
Baby Cat: <Oh, that makes a lot more sense.>
They would both walk into the store.
-Brie is starting to wake up-
Brie: Hey. Hey Kai. Kaaaaai.
"Lita. Charmed. Fix this?"
She offers him her sheathed katana.
"GF broke it while fighting a vampire. Should be easy for you right?"
Des attentively nodded at what Logan was telling him. His eyes lit up at the prospect of more advanced techniques.
"Oh, could you maybe teach me some of those?"
As Jon bids his goodbyes to Jenny and walks toward, he is suddenly blindsided by a guy with a balaclava wearing a paramilitary uniform. They both disappear into seeming nothingness.
Suddenly, a guy in a beige Phenac City University hoodie and his partner pokémon—a beheeyem and a rotomdex—arrive. The fellow's eyes are... glowing red, for some reason.
PC the Beheeyem: <There's no sign of him anywhere.>
Dave: Fuck. I almost had him. Also, PC, use your inside inside voice. Jon, any idea where he might've gone?
Jon the rotomdex, via speech device: He has a shunter. Look, honestly, I have no idea where we are or how we can go back to the car so we can track him.
Dave: We're in a bigbox store.
PC, mentally: <I succinctly remembered that the door we entered had no sign of being a big box store and—those are Limited Edition Celebi [Vans]. Authentic ones, too.>
Rotom!Jon: Dave, buy them.
Dave: Oh, that depends. Am I allowed to wear them or will you throw a baby fit like the last time I blew my paycheck on your shoes.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Aug 22nd 2019 at 8:12:25 PM
Kai: Yeah, I know, I know. But please don't call it eating, it's just— it's just Aura absorption.
-They rub their neck.-
Kai: But I will. I'll stay healthy. I don't... want to overdo anything, though.
-Kai smiles at Alli's gift. Their smile falters but doesn't fade as they see Lina's gift, but they nod to nobody in particular as they leaf through the pages briefly.-
-And then the grin returns at Logan's gift and card.-
-And then they gawk at Megan's gift.-
-Before they instinctively text Megan about it, they check the attached note.-
-Kai mumbles, stirring.-
Kai: Mrrmph. Mrn. Slpy. Cmfy.
-Kai's on the move again!-
-It's probably sorta obvious who they're looking for today.-
-Brie pats Kai's head-
Brie: Morning. Everything's still good and I need your opinion on the movie now.
-Ever enters PEFE!Every's room without knocking, as is their habit-
-PEFE!Every is currently suspended from the ceiling, using six screwdrivers operated by Cytosol to set several steel plates into...something colorful and pulsating-
Ever: Solace, whatever she's doing, shut it down.
-she blasts it with a Thunderbolt, and PEFE!Every falls from the ceiling as the pulsating thing goes dark and a number of small lights go out-
Ever: And so the day is saved.
PEFE!Every: I was going to find Psyche with that!
PEFE!Every: Accelerate the work of the Mobius Project and annihilate 90% of all universes. Why?
-A smile slips onto Kai's face.-
Kai: I'm so disappointed I didn't know about it earlier. It was fantastic.
-They shift so that they can give Brie a sleepy kiss.-
The paramilitary dude, Jon, and his pokémon pop into what appears to be the halls of an airship.
Jonathan: Tabarnak! Watch where you're going ya hoser!
Paramilitary Fella, Galarian accent: Okay, sorry about that, sir, it's just— hey, wait a minute? You're that—
Jonathan: Whoever that is, no I'm not. Accuse me of that again and you'll be seeing the wrong end of a gumshoos.
Mack growls at the paramilitary person.
Jonathan: Also, I know where this place is.
Paramilitary Fella: It seems like some sort of airship.
Jonathan: Yeah, I can see that.
Paramilitary Fella: Oh, the name's Goober, by the way. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.
Jonathan: You don't happened to be one of those time travel folks, are you?
Goober: What makes you say that?
A convenient calendar, next to a couple of badly-drawn OpSec posters that say "Dr. Tagg Sez", reveals the date: 15 August 2018. From a nearby slightly open door—with a makeshift sign that indicated the presence of Geo Soc employees—they can hear the familiar grumbling sounds of a young man who got transcript duty on the one day he expected to do nothing.
Walter: GPS suggests conflicting dates, sir. Also, we're in suburban Lumiose City, it seems. That's odd.
Jonathan: I was just here last year on some fetch quest. Thanks a lot, Jean. "It's usually the tradition that a senior writer send the gift basket personally." Merde, I'm in this building today. Look, fella, get us out of here and all will be— where are my soup cans?
Past!Tommy: Who's there?
Goober: We should go.
Just then, two persons walked in.
Past!Jonathan: Ooh, tiny cakes. Let me guess, Le Nya?
Past!Shutter: Yep. It was on the way from the Gendarmerie. Don't worry, I bought a bunch to make up for making him work today. Does that gift basket have wine in it?
Past!Jonathan: Champagne, actually.
Past!Shutter: Oh, good. He doesn't get that back in Unova. Hey, What was that?
Past!Jonathan: I'm telling you this now, Albright. Let it go. If it isn't run by Neo-Flare or any other organized criminal group, it's not worth much of a second look. And I'm pretty sure we passed that hallway before.
Past!Shutter: Let it go, huh? Hey, here we are.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Aug 23rd 2019 at 12:51:51 AM
Addie: -sternly- <Okay, so you gotta be careful with these.>
Logan: -pressing their fingers together- Hmmmm.
So the method you have is appropriate for convincing a mon to ally with you for a task, or to get the gist of a problem they have—not that the second thing is much of an issue without the language barrier.
But sometimes, you meet somemon in pain, or in a rage, and words aren't working and the building's coming down.
-turning an embedded dial on their Styler- When it's more urgent.
This next technique comes in two forms—a pull, and a push.
-flicking the Disc out to draw one perfect circle in the air between them, clockwise- Pull.
-it faintly radiates an eager curiosity, belonging to someone else yet strangely in line with Des's own- You sync up your emotional state with theirs, and then deal with the combined emotional load as if it were your own.
This is where other bits of training—emotional regulation—come in.
-they take a deep breath, and with its release the excitement tempers ever so slightly into a clearheaded focus-
-the circle completes, and they draw it again, counterclockwise- Push.
-it emits the barest hint of intent, singing a strange desire to:-
-intently, to Des- This form is a bit more brute willpower—and so we're more careful with it. It inserts an emotion of yours through the link, competing against what they're already feeling.
It's best in quick bursts to buy a moment of consideration, or reinforce a suggestion or keep someone from getting blown up or stabbed—and to avoid spirals into full-on attempts at control, or getting lost in the flood—since their emotions lash back a lot more strongly.
The direction doesn't matter, that was a visual aid.
-retracting the Line- Remember, the deeper you go, the more the link cuts—both ways.
-contemplatively- And what it projects will be something yours—it comes from you, after all. And what comes back will be something theirs. It's honest.
Addie: <Holding this Styler, you're setting yourself as someone to be trusted among humans. If someone used one to push somemon to hurt someone, or break something, against what they'd want to do? That's a breach of the Vow—and you'd have to step in, or the whole thing crumbles.>
Megan: -whoops- I—okay, uh, sorry...!
ah, good, good.
-shaky smile- Take care of yourself, okay? There are people who worry.
...also you don't need to whisper I'm this quiet because I'm talking with one lung
-this note's written by hand!-
Des was starry-eyed by all of this. He took out Styler, an older model to Logan's, and carefully ran his hands over it.
"So it's like an extension of my will.."
Up until then he had only considered it a tool of sorts. But now..."
"Was that your voice I just heard? In golden voice?"
Hearing Logan through the Disk instilled an odd warmness in him. It compelled him to listen in intently and keep replaying Logan's words over and over again in his head. He closed his eyes and brought the Styler to his heart. He took some slow deep breaths, feeling his heart rate slow.
"I will practice this. I also feel like I should return the favour somehow."
Kai: Sorry, I'm just... tired.
-They wobble slightly, proving their point.-
Kai: I'm gonna go lay down for a while again, okay? I'll be fine.
-Kai tries their darn hardest to decipher, before giving up and pulling out their phone.-
also I hope you realize you're getting at least ₽25,000 worth of ice cream from this card
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Aug 22nd 2019 at 9:41:11 AM
-Shaun turns, admiring himself in a mirror.-
Shaun: "Hey sexy. Got plans tonight?"
Jessica: "Sir you're scaring the other customers."
Laurent: "There are only four people here, Jessica."
Jessica: "Well then, he's scaring me."
Shaun: "I made out with that handsome, grizzled Shaun. He was what I aspired to be."
Laurent: "You speak so casually about something so odd."
Lucina: -Investigating various hats- "Would you smooch yourself, Laurent?"
Laurent: "I'm on the clock."
Lucina: "I'd smooch myself. I'd smooch myself a lot."
-There is very intense, silent communication between her and Laurent.-
Shaun: "Welp, I'm intruding. How much for the scarf and glasses?"
Jessica: "Five million Poké."
-Shaun stares at her.-
Shaun: "I could just steal these, you know."
Jessica: "I will kill you where you stand."
Shaun: "You don't have the guts to kill me."
Jessica: "My treat. Happy International Plant Milk Day...like coconut milk."
"I want you to know I am absolutely feral inside."
-And out of the store struts an overconfident, too damn fine twink who wants to be a twunk.-
Edited by SwiftSeraph on Aug 22nd 2019 at 9:42:22 AM
-Ian and co. arrive where the newsstand is-
Me: Aha! It's still here!
Piku-chan: <How convenient!>
Me: That's exactly what I was thinking the first time we saw this thing.
Piku-chan and I: <I hope they're still there...
-Ian runs up to the newsstand-
Brie: Right? I mean, it's not actually any good, but it's somehow the perfect gay movie. It just doesn't add up, you know?
...It's so good though.
-she squeaks as Kai kisses her, but leans in and pecks them on the head-
-Kai giggles, cheeks tinting.-
Kai: See, that's the fun of parody. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, it's just gotta be fun.
Brie: Is it even a parody? I'm not sure if it's meant to be parodying something! It's just...inexplicably gay. And has a happy ending??? And actually seems to take itself moderately seriously??? And it's just bizarre that this movie exists in this world because it feels like it just can't??? And it makes me really happy that it does exist, even if it's really stupid!
-Kai thinks for a moment.-
Kai: ...The line's a bit too blurry to tell, honestly. I think it is a parody, but it's right on the edge and that throws it off.
-They grin, kissing Brie on the cheek.-
Kai: Point is, watching it with you was probably one of the best birthdays I've had.
-And they finally pull themself to an upright position, attempting to pat away their bedhead.-
-Somewhere deep within the bowels of the HQ, Kai may happen to hear the sound of faint voices and distant, eerie laughter echoing through the sterile chambers.-
-Gaia, perhaps rather unusually, is here poring over a file. Though she's wearing the undersuit of her costume, her gloves and collar are nowhere to be seen, and her helmet is sat next to her as she works.-
Arthur took the Katana and looked it over, "Can I do it? Yes. Will it be a snap? No."
Denali tilted their head, "Why is that? You forged masterwork material back in the day and your armor and weapons lasted you the entirety of the curse of Kalos."
"Yes but I use largely [european] and western techniques for my works, this is a Katana which uses more [Japanese] techniques, it's like handwriting in another language. Sure it's possible but it's not a cake walk."
Denali nodded, "Okay that makes sense. You can still do it right?"
"Give me a few days and some time with my team to discuss the techniques, but I can reforge this," Arthur said, his voice never wavering in confidence, "This will be easier than having to break into the Clockwork Cathedral with Solaire."
Silas paused for a bit, Hacks staring at him, ~We're almost back at the Wing, something caught your attention?~
Moon Tribe? Sounds like some ancient society, how many are there anyways? Got any further info or know anyone who does?
He tucked his phone away and walked into his ship.
Silas stretched as he walked in and saw Alice, "Oh, hey Alice, what are you doing here?"
She handed the katana over.
Her face had a tired look. There were bags under her eyes and her cheeks were sunken in a little like she had been neglecting her meals. Still, she cracked a small smile.
"This will mean a lot to me. Take your time. I will be indebted to you, Sir Grant."
She bows a bit.
"And thank you, weird Diancie. I didn't know some J-Teamers were so casual with legendaries."
Stranger walks in. Ok, he doesn't just walk in, he struts in. His trenchcoat is slung over his shoulder, showing off his new armour. It was light and strapless (he had been hitting the gym and he wanted people to see his gains) so he could remain mobile during operations. His gas mask looked the same but it was was more airtight and had those emote displays installed in the eyes.
He stopped in the meeting room, his eyes displaying ^^ as he greeted his new bosses.
"Roselady. Kaptain Krumper. How do you do."
-Alice looks up from her work as Silas enters.-
Alice: Ah, hello, Silas. I was just compiling a report on each team member's capabilities, but someone or something was firing off sneezes like gunshots in the cabin next to mine and the soundproofing was apparently little help. So I came here. I thought putting all my thoughts in one place would help when it comes to selecting-
-She pauses as Stranger enters, and discreetly slides the papers she was working on to one side, beneath her helmet.-
Alice: Oh, good morning to you too, Stranger. Or should I say Des? Each member of the team has their own preferences when it comes to keeping their civilian and Aurabolt identities separate, and I'm not sure what yours are yet.
"Get some rest by the way, you look terrible," Arthur noted, "It shouldn't take me more than a week and a half."
Denali nodded, "Also enh, I've known him for a long time, was a friend of his ally Merlin."
Silas was about to comment when suddenly Stranger Danger.
"Yes hello Des, welcome aboard."
Silas turned back to Alice, "I'll talk with Megan, the soundproofing on her room should still be up."
Lita cocked an eyebrow.
"Arthur...Merlin...[European] weapons. Oh don't tell me..."
Des took off his hat and mask, sporting a smirk.
"Des is fine, thank you. I'm not too worried about my identity being revealed since there's not much people can do with it. I'm pretty sure some people think I'm still dead."
He looks to Silas.
"Thank you, Captain. Sorry about the dumb nickname but I saw some promotional art for that show of yours with yourself and that bunnygirl, and I have to tell you that dude, you're totally krumping in it."
He turns back to Alice.
"So Alice, it has been a while since we last spoke. Good to see you again. I look forward to working with you."
-Alice cocks an eyebrow at Silas.-
Alice: Megan? So that's her name. I swear I've heard it before...
-She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head and turns to Des.-
Alice: Understood. And yes, it has been quite a while. I am similarly looking forward to this opportunity, provided we can count on your continued cooperation.
"I am not the Arthur of Galar legend, coincidence really... Though my father was a Galarian."
"Your family history and net is very all over the place isn't it?" Denali asked.
"Don't remind me, oh by the way, Lancelot says hi from the Afterlife."
Silas smiled a bit, "You'll like her, she's a good friend and a fun person to be around."
Turning to Des, "And if you end up betraying us, no biggie, Gaia and I more than enough to handle it."
Hacks walked in, ~So if you're all done introductions. What brings you on board the ship?~
"That is a good question."
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