Ultra Badlands

-Aspen looked up at the flash of bright light. She quickly returned Sokka and Vulcan to their Pokėballs-

Me: "What's going on?"

Chateau

Ariadne: -Seeing the cognitive Kirsten as she takes up a fighting stance- <The crazy bat lady?>

Ultra Badlands

Wanderer: -As the sky goes dark- Damn it, I'm gonna have to actually start taking this thing seriously.

-And so the black hole gets even larger as a seemingly infinite amount of darkness-wreathed ice spears are launched at Cheri La-

---

Yeah that's not good.

-Aims the N-Solarizer at Cheri La while aiming the N-Lunarizer at Voyd and Mahina-

Hope this works.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Dec 23rd 2019 at 1:32:41 PM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Ultra Badlands, War! Face to Face with Merlin

Me: Not a chance... While I admit to not having gotten to know Merlin before you took him over, I will still stand to fight you and get my friend back!

And before you say there's nothing I can do...

Me: ♪I can make a promise...♫
♫I can make a plan...♫

-Ian clenches his fist-

Me: ♫I can make a difference...♪

-Ian wipes the blood from his nose with his thumb and kisses it off-

Me: ♪I can take a stand...♪

-Ian raises himself to his feet-

Me: ♪I can make an effort...♫
♫If I only understand~...♫
♪That I~...♪
-Ian gets into a stance as if he's preparing to throw a punch-

♪I can make a change!♫

-Ian summons a shield to block an incoming attack of Merlin's, causing his hat to come off in the process-

Me: Listen to me, Merlin! I know you're still in there! Your friends, the J-Team... We're all here for you! After whatever Izaya put you through, I know... You must be in a lot of pain!

Ultra Badlands, War!

-Oshawittle raises his scalchop like a shield and forms a shield of light around himself and his allies-

Oshawittle: <A true knight not only attacks... HE ALSO PROTECTS!>

-Piku-chan stands behind Oshawittle as Protect is used-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Jun 2nd 2020 at 4:57:41 AM

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

The Arctic Ocean, the Lillifuture

Dave: Well, if it's any consolation, sir. We're here. It still puzzles me why we need so many people. I reviewed everything about our target. Mowing down a bunch of jynxes plus a stable's worth of stantler and ponyta doesn't seem like too much work.

Jonathan: Maybe it's something about not underestimating your enemy. Who knows what our time fugitive is up to?

PC: <I'm actually more surprised that you two are completely on board with stopping Christmas.>

Dave: Peasy, have you seen this man's rap sheet? If anything, we're saving Christmas from whatever commercialistic nonsense Saint Nick is up to.

The sounds of the instruments get louder.

Intercom: Stand by for penetration.

IDPD Grunt Bill: Okay, there has got to be a better way to say that!

Stormchaser

Goober had entered a pensive thinking state. Logistically, the IDPD had the advantage. Reports mentioned about no less than two cruisers... not exactly something they can win through raw numbers. This was gonna be yet another guerilla operation, and they had less than a few hours to come up with a counter.

Goober: I appreciate the sentiment, Hazel. I'd say something about you being too young and inexperienced but then I remembered that I'm not even 19 yet. Welcome aboard. We need all the warm bodies we can commit and I can always just take the heat from Old Lady Windows later.

He paused. The heft of the operation became apparent to him again.

Goober: Still it's tactical suicide to go now. Not without support.

Ezra: I sent a beacon out to get any other active field agents in the time stream to this specifc date and location.

Goober: That still won't be enough.

And then Goober had an idea. An awful idea. The signaljammer had a wonderful, awful idea.

Ezra: Should I stand by for further instruction?

Goober: Yeah, sure. Do that. Grip? How soon can we have a contingent of J-Team volunteers here?

Edited by MasterJayAM on Dec 24th 2019 at 3:14:24 AM

Logan: Oh!

-shrug- We were already stationed on Renbow Island when that all went down.

Ditya: -cheerful- It was a time, let me tell you.

-curious- Any particular reason for asking?

-the Natu scatter.-

Abilene: Oh look, we're all here. Just in time to die.

Hiro: -dismounting- We're not dead yet.

Abilene: -sitting down- We're getting nuked. There isn't much we can do about that.

Logan: Doesn't mean we can't try.

-Protect fields are raised-

Hiro: Back through the portals—

Abilene: They're closed.

Hiro: Of course.

-...they splinter and break as soon as they form, just from proximity-

Logan: What about the Dive-drive? Megan?

-the horrible light streaming from the forefront-

Megan: U-um.

I-I'm not sure if that works right.

-the party's Pokemon launch attacks...which fall short, and the ones that don't simply burn in the light-

-Megan watches the dark ice spears—the airship cannons—Abilene's brothers, Ironspine's cackling—the whole barrage directed at La, hoping-

-shakily- And—I don't—have enough saved, in any case—to take all of us.

Abilene: …

Pollen: -lowering her arm- ...

-...Pollen's cursed-

Vee: -Detect, Detect, Detecting- <No.>

-Detect failing—there's nowhere to run- <No no no, it's not ending like this—>

-gritting teeth- <I won't let it.>

-she's cursed in a lot of ways, but in this case she's cursed to lack eyelids-

Logan: ...stand back.

-no matter where she looks here, she sees nothing but death-

Abilene: ...what are you trying to accomplish?

-and she can't help but look-

Logan: -stepping forward, pulling out their guitar- Unity.

-she can't avert her eyes from the light that burns the sky-

Abilene: You're trying to pull off that same miracle.

Logan: ...

Abilene: It will kill you, and for what?

Logan: -Aura streaming into the strings- Hey, if I'm going to die anyways…?

Abilene: …

-turning away- ...do as you like.

-blossoming death that burns meadows and sets histories alight-

Hiro: -unsteadily, half-facetious- If you stay close enough to me, perhaps we'll all become ghosts?

Abilene: Are we even in the right universe for that, right now?

Hiro: -...wince-

-Pippy clings to Megan, Vee standing between them and the light; Castor hunkers over Abilene, his Spiky Shield aloft; Hiro's Pokemon stand in front of him, he holds onto them; Luxor and Mane stand behind Logan, Addie holding tight-

Luxor: <You're not dying.>

Mane: <We'll beat 'em again, for sure!>

Logan: …

-lying through their grin- Yeah.

-and they hold for the end-

-...-

-what's three more lights amid this maelstrom?-

-barriers form-

-layers and layers-

-forming protective bubbles around this small gathering, a shell around their friends-

Pollen: -looks up-

Stormchaser, near past

-Pollen's alone-

Pollen: -hysterical- <NO!>

-casting her gaze about- <No, you can't leave me behind again!>

-howling- <I can't—you're always—wait, please w a i t…>

-pressing her palps to her eyes, futilely- <You're always running off. Off with Trainers and aliens and-and adventure...>

<You said—you said—>

Pollen: -trembling- <Where are you?>

<I...I miss—>

-blip-

-and they're back-

Abra: ~Go!~

-and they're shoved through the portal to face—-

---

Pollen: …!

-...clouds-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Dec 23rd 2019 at 2:42:27 PM

No mind to think. No will to break.

[ARCTIC OCEAN]

H. G. Cross: If he can make infinite counterfeit toys, he can make infinite weapons! We better be prepared.

Ultra Badlands

Temporary control of Ian with permission! In order to smush this in the right number of posts.

Cheri Merlin: -plugs his ears in annoyance at the singing- No... NO! You DON'T understand! You can't change who I am!

Ian: That's right! Only you can!

---

-The N-Lunarizer activates first-

Mahina: ~Okay Voyd in a second Tagg is going to-~

-ZZZZZZZZZAP-

Mahina Voyd: ~Huh? Wait, what happened? I have so much more light...~

~I'm... I'm you! You're me!~

~Sweet! We've gone Dawn Wings! Let's do this!~

-A series of Ultra Wormholes open around the Dawn Wings Necrozma-

-And open fire on the Ultra Necrozma-

-Ultra Cheri La shreiks in pain, not helped by Kolemm going Giga Mega Venustoise and firing his own barrage, not helped further by the Wanderer's spears and other attacks. He flails in agony-

Squirps: Tagg! The N-Solarizer!

Odin: NOW!

Contact Me!

Ultra Badlands

-Pointing the N-Solarizer at Cheri La-

Time to put your light out.

-Presses the button-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Ranger HQ

Alyssa: Nnnope! Just curiosity! We were in the same time and place and all, is why I was wondering. Nothing deeper!

Ultra Badlands, War! Change

Temporary control of Merlin with permission! In order to smush this into the right amount of posts...

-Cheri!Merlin gets enraged and unleashes a psychic force on Ian-

Me: Uh oh...

-Cheri!Merlin then spins Ian around and around in circles before throwing him high into the air-

-As Ian looks down, he sees Cheri!Merlin jumping high into the air after him-

-Ian and Cheri (In Merlin's body) begin to circle around each other as they rise higher and higher into the sky-

Me: ♪You can make it different...♫
♫You can make it right...♫
♪You can make it better...♪
♫We don't have to fight...♪
-Ian and Merlin pass through the cloud layer of the Ultra Badlands, and Ian reaches the apex of Merlin's throw, right in front of one of the Ultra Badlands' moons-

-Ian smiles as the moonlight shines from behind him, creating a beautiful scene-

-As Merlin rises higher, Ian slowly begins his descent back to the ground-

Me: -hitting the high notes- ♪You can make an effort...♫
♫Starting with tonight~...♪
♪'Cause you~...♪
-Cheri!Merlin summons a massive pink diamond which he holds over his head-

Me: -suddenly losing the happiness that was in the moment- ♪You can make a... change?♫

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

stormchaser

Hazel: I don't know. I think half the j-team just left to another dimension. There's probably some still around though.

-Evo lets herself out of her pokeball.-

Evo: <We could go looking for people if you want!>

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

Chateau, Past

Mona: Zorro! Revert!

-Zorro sneers at the clown as he takes advantage of the lull to revert to his support form-

Hound: -having no clue who is the target- <I guess clown is the enemy?>

Raijuu: Or is this a three-way fight now?

-Raijuu builds up electricity to boost is electric attacks and defense to prepare for the upcoming fight.-

Castelia City

-Ren slumps in his chair as a DDS Dragonite takes the last express delivery presents for his J-Team list.-

Ren: Managing business, covering the Phantom Thieves, AND doing holiday shopping is HARD...

-Ren looks at Cambria, whose Stomach has swelled since August and is humming as she strokes the egg that will hatch into one of their children.-

Ren: in thought- Although it isn't all bad...

Ultra Badlands

-Various peoplemons cast Protect to defend themself and each other.-

-Niles Transforms into a Dawn Wings Necrozma and casts a Prismatic Laser.-

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Dec 23rd 2019 at 3:09:44 AM

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Ultra Wasteland

Cheri Merlin: JUST CAN IT, WON'T YOU?

-He summons a diamond hammer and SLAMS Ian with it-

You can't just make everything WORK IN YOUR FAVOR by SINGING SOME STUPID SONG!

---

-The Prismatic Laser cleaves through Ultra Cheri La-

-Just in time for the N-Solarizer to activate-

-Ultra Cheri La screams as the red on his body is slowly stripped away and replaced with gold. The node on the back of his head shatters.-

Ultra La: ~I... I... I'm back...~

-Izaya has already backflipped from atop him onto a nearby airship.-

Ilya: <La!>

Mahina Voyd: <Brother!>

---

-Cheri Merlin also screams, the red glow peeling away, the node shattering, until...-

Merlin: <...Ugh... Izaya...>

Contact Me!

J-Chat - Today

Alexa read the message out loud. "Wow, this should be a fun, don't you guys think?"

Her Pokemon hopped up and down.

Edited by RAlexa21th on Dec 23rd 2019 at 1:53:33 AM

Where there's life, there's hope.

Stormchaser

Goober: Of all the times. Well, we certainly can't complain, what with their plans to fix universal anomalies and all. Still, we're flying blind until we get more transmissions in, and the Diglett Protocol makes that kind of unlikel—

Ezra: We've received more transmissions.

Goober: Good. Hazel, go see if you can gather any more people. We'll take care of the planning stuff. But hold on. Where is that transmission coming from?

Pocket Dimension within the Arctic Ocean

Within the space-time anomaly was an island, reminiscent of the rocky, frozen islands of the [Canadian] Arctic. A landing party of IDPD operatives wearing a variant of their uniform (comprising greatcoats and turkislakki hats) has made landfall, followed by their pokémon. The beaches echo with the chatter of operatives taking in [Finnish].

At the distance are an ominous pair of gunships, the Carrey and the Cumberbatch.

A small group, led by Dave, have taken charge of capturing and gathering some of the jynx that have been on the shores. Meanwhile, another division, still in row boats, had been locked in a struggle in their attempt to capture a lapras.

Dave's team—comprising a magnezone, a galvantula, and a rotomdex that periodically transforms into a holographic human—had just managed to subdue a delibird. Dave throws a net over them.

Dave: Alright team. Good job.

Jonathan, saluting: Shall we call up the lieutenant?

Dave: Right on. You two, go help the boat team dispatch the lapras.

The galvantula, Joycon, and the magnezone, Darlene, walked and hovered toward the boats.

Jon's hard light projection—made to look like a version of him in regular winterwear—fizzles out. The screen on the dex turns into a communication menu.

Dave, in Finnish: This is Private David Riley Albright to Lieutenant H.G. Cross. We've cleared the beach for landing. Over.

Santa's Workshop, some distance from the beach.

An elderly grimmsnarl looks on from the beach. Father Christmas, meanwhile, sits in his chair. He appears calm, and the tone of voice he speaks remained reassuring as he comforted the jynx that have taken refuge in his cabin.

Santa: Now, now old friend. We mustn't lose hope. If we leave now, we've all but given them their victory. Our messenger will be all the help we need for now.

A snom approaches Santa's lap.

Santa: My little helper, we do not have much time. Go to Kanto and alert the J-Team. We are all counting on you.

The snom nods and scurries off.

The Carrey

Tommy, Jr., sits bored in a meeting room that has been decked out to look like someplace fancy. Just outside, Deputy Director Panelo is chatting with her assistant, who seems concerned by the presence of a journalist on the premises.

Panelo: The payload science team exploring just on the other side should give him enough of the data he needs to believe that this really is just another routine monitoring expedition for growth in Arctic ice or whatever. It is important that he not have access to the starboard side of the ship until the Carrey returns to the other side. I shall prolong the interview as necessary.

Assistant: Forgive me for asking this, madam, but... are you on a date?

Panelo: If that's what it takes to keep him here. It's easier to keep an eye on a mouthy journalist if they're with you, after all.

Assistant: Of course, ma'am.

Panelo: Yes.

She enters the room.

Tommy, Jr.: Alright, what's this really about?

Panelo: Forgive my insistence on taking you to the North Pole, Thomas. It's just that I needed the office cleaned out for pests. I recently found the office to be crawling with rattata.

Tommy, Jr., nonchalant: You couldn't have scheduled it some other time and elsewhere?

Panelo: I have a busy schedule and it was you who also insisted of knowing about our monitoring efforts. The interview will be done in a few minutes and you can review all the ice data you want in the comfort of your private suite. The officer's quarters of the Carrey, you will find, are a cut above most warships.

Tommy, Jr.: Fine. And what's with the candles?

Panelo: It's for atmosphere.

Tommy, Jr.: Very la-di-da. What's the point, though?

Panelo: Wouldn't you like to know?

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 10th 2020 at 6:40:51 PM

Ultra Badlands

-As Izaya blackflips off of Cheri La-

Probably would've been fairly convenient for the black hole to have eaten him.

-Using Voice Magnification to be heard above the chaos of the still ongoing battle-

Careful, he's probably got some other trick up his sleeve!

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

stormchaser

Hazel: Okay.

-She and Evo leave the room.-

Hazel: We need to find someone with access to the j-team's group text thing.

-She walks past the kitchen, where Gwen is working on some cake or other.-

Hazel: Hey, scuse me?

Gwen: Yes?

Hazel: I need to send a message to the j-team.

Gwen: I can do that, but why do you need it so badly?

Hazel: A bunch of time cops want to arrest santa and we need to stop them.

Gwen: What the- That sounds just unlikely enough to be true. Here's the number.

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stormchaser common room

-Meanwhile, Evo has run into a common room.-

Evo: <HEY, WHO WANTS TO SAVE CHRISTMAS?!>

-Someone may notice her looking for attention.-

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

Ultra Badlands

-Aspen felt her phone vibrate twice, indicating that two message has been sent. She quickly retreated to a Protect area to read them-

"Oh, the first one sounds fun. But we're in the middle of a war at the moment. As for the second one, I'm interested, but the portal isn't open at the moment."

-Aspen released Razor from his Pokėball and got up on his back-

Me: "I want you to fly me to Ultra Nercrozma. I feel like the J-Team needs help there.

Razor: <Got it Aspen.> -Razor started to fly to Ultra Nercrozma, while dodging attacks swiftly-

Chateau Cipher

Anthem: <Oh great, we're chaining from one battle to another. Nav, identify please!? I can't tell what Pokemon this is supposed to be>

Ultra Badlands, Monster Hunting

-The flash of light over the battlefield sent Pent stumbling back, bracing against his blade as he watches the battle in the skies, enthralled-

That was supposed to be me.

-That twitching, invasive thought stuck to the back of his brain as the sky streaked with lightning and the two captured gods were freed-

Why am I down here? I need to help.
Lucian, you got this?

Tibalt: Name's Tibalt actually.
Shakespeare?
Tibalt: Magic.
Really?
Tibalt: First thing that came to mind and it just stuck.
Okay fine, you got this?
Tibalt: Yeah I- wait why do you ask?

-And with that, a small dome of thin, flash-constructed Obscura covered Pent and when it collapsed into powder he was gone to the shadows-

Textspace

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Ultra Badlands, War!

-The Diamond Hammer strikes Ian, driving him backwards and causing him to crash into the ground-

-Ian bears witness to Cheri OS being driven from Merlin's body, and weakly smiles-

Me: -weakly- Heh heh... Merlin... You're back... ow...

Stormchaser, One of the Hallways

-Dashing through the halls, although without his hat, Ian hears the call, with Piku-chan on his back-

Piku-chan: <So, why exactly are we in a rush?>

Me: Santa Claus is in some sort of trouble, and it's up to us to help him!

Piku-chan: <Wait a minute? Santa Claus? THE Santa Claus?>

Me: Of course, Piku-chan! Remember your first Christmas?

Nuvema Town, Ian's House (9 Years Ago)

-A five-year-old boy and his Pichu sneak down the stairs and look over at the Christmas tree, aglow in several brilliant colors. There, they see a rather rotund looking man sporting a snowy white beard in a red suit and hat, the color semi-dulled by the soot from coming down the chimney, wearing big black boots and carrying a ruby red bag on his back standing near the tree-

Pichu: -whispering- <So who's the man in the red suit by the tree?>

Five-Year-Old Boy: -whispering- That man is Santa Claus.

Pichu: -gasps softly- -whispers- <Santa Claus?>

Five-Year-Old Boy: -whispers- That's right, Piku-chan... Santa Claus arrives once a year on this exact night giving gifts to all the boys, girls and Pokémon who have been good all year round.

Young Piku-chan: -whispers- <Wow... We must've been very good this year, Ian...>

Young Ian: -whispers- Indeed we have... and now we get to see him in person...

Young Piku-chan: -eyes start to sparkle- -slightly louder than a whisper- <Wow! This is the best first Christmas I've ever had!>

Young Ian: Shhh... Do you want him to hear us?

Young Piku-chan: -whispers- <Sorry, Ian...>

Young Ian: -whispers- That's okay, Piku-chan... I have a funny feeling that he already knew we were here...

Young Piku-chan: -whispers- <How?>

Young Ian: -whispers- I dunno... Just do...

Stormchaser, One of the Hallways

Me: That was a Christmas we promised to never forget!

Piku-chan: <Regardless... he's in trouble?>

Me: Seems that way, Piku-chan...

Stormchaser, Another Hallway

-At that self-same moment, a witch-looking girl runs through the hallway looking concerned about something-

Hatty: <What's wrong, Evelyn? You look worried...>

Evelyn: That's because I am, Hatty. Father Christmas is in danger and it's up to us to help him out.

Hatty: <Father Christmas? In trouble? How can this be?>

Evelyn: I don't know, Hatty, But one thing's for certain, that he is in trouble...

Stormchaser, the Hallways at the self-same moment

Evelyn and I: And we're going to find out why...

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Dec 25th 2019 at 9:15:39 AM

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Stormchaser

A snom scurries along the hallways, waiting to be encountered. From what he heard along the halls, the J-Team had already been warned of the threat to St. Nicholas, which was some relief. All he needed to do was lead them there. He could only hope that they were not too late.

Santa's Workshop

The IDPD and Interpol Authority grunts continue their relentless march across the island. The jynx were powerless to stop them; those not captured have fled to the cabins at the workshop. Santa and his grimmsnarl look onward, while the jynx cower.

Santa: I understand your concerns, Krampus. But you know that you're not well. I cannot risk your health for this. Of course, this wouldn't be my first time facing down unjust authorities.

Krampus grunts and rolls his eyes.

Santa: Please. So I had an awkward disagreement with another bishop. Everyone has their off days.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jan 28th 2020 at 10:25:25 PM

Jack King stepped up to the podium, the lights flashing, the cameras rolling, reporters clamoring just to know what happened. He sighed and set about calming them down, this had to go off without a hitch, plan Z can't fail, not now. "Calm down calm down!" He demanded of the excited crowd.

"Mr. King! There are accusations against you stating that you were housing Poachers in your very company, and that you may very well be one! How do you respond to these statements?"

"I deny these accusations, I can understand them considering the history proud Angela has had with villainous organizations! I especially stand against these accusations as my company has been under attack by so called vigilantes, and the Aurabolts at first only earned my ire when I heard they were attacking my employees! However I must thank them, the Hunter Delta had infiltrated my company and been using my resources, I have no idea who had been assisting him, but they will be found!"

Silas frowned as he watched the live broadcast, "Asshole..."

Roxy sighed, "Well, he's not a easy foe to beat."

"I at least know he's going to trip a bit."

"Mr. King, there are also accusations that you yourself are in fact the Poacher known as Delta. How do you respond?"

Jack looked deeply insulted, "Excuse me? I a-"

There was a loud crack in the air and Jack barely ducked out of the way as a large hole was put into the background behind his podium. A cameraman fumbled and pointed the camera upwards, on top of another rooftop was Delta himself, holding a rifle, with a rather mean looking Hypno beside him.

"What-"

"-The fuck?"

Hacks blinked, Silas stared in shock while Roxy had trouble closing her mouth, ~Seems he has a body double.~

"I can see that!"

Jack released Mazinger who instantly assumed a defensive position, there was a crackle of static and feedback, and then, his voice echoed through every speaker, wavelength, and broadcast.

"I get enough trouble not being recognized for my talents. I'm not letting this washed up K-Teamer get away with my reputation. Consider yourself lucky I only wanted your attention... otherwise you wouldn't have a head left."

Jack was furious, "Delta! Get down here and fight me like a man! Washed up? WASHED UP!? I was insturmental in the stopping of Team Atomic, I won'-"

"-BLEEP- off old man."

There was a explosion and the cameras turned back to the tower of King Industries, only to look back and Delta was gone.

Jack grimaced at the cameras, "Now unless anyone else wants to accuse me of being that madman... No further questions."

The broadcast changed to a standard news channel, Silas sighed, "He's good."

"Set himself up as a victim, provide some good evidence... even bomb his own tower... Silas we only really have your claim that Jack is Delta... I hate to ask, but what makes you so certain?" Roxy asked.

"Beyond him taunting me, or the call we got after the success? The Delta in that broadcast used a sniper rifle. Delta doesn't like guns, he's always been about knives, even in my fight with him when it would've been easier to cap me in the head or legs, he still opted for knives... So unless he had a complete reversal... I still have my suspicions."

~Plus to my ears, the voice distortion is off, Delta's a much lower pitch than the body double who sounded much higher,~ Hacks added.

Roxy pinched her ears, "Okay while thumbs are great, I'd like to have my fox ears back then."

~Really?~

"Or at least make my suit's ears no longer a fun cosmetic."

Punch and Judy gave each other a thumbs up as the party entered, "Okay so, we got all the suits made for your specifications, any major questions before you try them on?" Punch asked.

Silas stepped in, "None from me."

~Well of course, you already know them inside out.~

Space Hotel Persephone

Me: I have a few questions... One: Will the suits be comfortable? Two: How many space threats are there? And Three: How many of them involve airlocks?

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Spacestation Persephone

-Pent had a fitful night. Not that he needed much sleep, he was fine on only a couple of hours but amid the stars and lacking the context-bonds of planet-bound life (even if he did flee to the O-Wing and it's falsified gravity) he could only spend time laying and thinking about things. Mostly, what he had agreed to-

-So when he wandered back into the meeting for the Mars crew, he was looking a little cold as he nodded along. There was one question-

What's the EVA movement scheme like for the...

-He gestured vaguely before realizing there was nothing to really gesture to-

Silas knows what suit spec I'm running. Is EVA still on thruster packs strapped to the back or is there some other thing I was unaware of?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.