Ersatz Counter

At Gwen's question, a door opens from somewhere and inexplicably vanishes.

<Yeah, yeah, coming,> a voice says, the Zeraora responsible stepping behind the counter.

<What can I do for ya?> He asks, leaning over.

Stormchaser Room 713, New Year's Eve, 11:59:34

"New decade, same nonsense?" Julius summarized, a bottle of cider in his hand.

"I'll drink to that," Helmsman said, leading a toast from everyone else before they all took a drink.

They turned to look at the clock, counting down the last second.

Once the clock rolled over, they all blacked out in practiced unison.

ersatz alliance

-Gwen puts some cans of soup on the counter.-

Gwen: Could I pay for these, and do you have any pokemon-to-human transformation items?

Amarin Household

Kaiiseii: <Incominsh!>

-A Leafeon spins through the air and collides with Des, his armband conveniently sliding off so it's now a cowboy twink pinning Des down.-

Kaiiseii: "Howdy, pardner. Fancy a drink?"

-Kaiiseii produces a bottle of half-drunk vodka.-

Isbrand: "...fuit gummy..."

Hills over Santa's Workshop

-Piku-chan gets hit by the Hex attack-

Me: Piku-chan!

Piku-chan: <I'm fine... I'm just lucky I don't have any status conditions on me...>

Me: Me too... But it looks like you'll need help... Op... Incoming Discharge...

-Piku-chan raises his tail and absorbs a portion of the electrical energy released by Jon-

-Ian pulls three Poké Balls off his belt-

Me: Oshawittle! Yuki! Mothra! Let's go!

-An Oshawott, a Froslass and a Larvesta jump from their Poké Balls after Ian throws each Ball into the air-

Oshawittle: <Ready for battle!>

Yuki: Konbanwa, Ian-sama. Dōsureba anata o tasukeru koto ga dekimasu ka?^* Good evening, Ian. How may I help you?

Mothra: <I'm ready for anything!>

Me: Oshawittle, Mothra! You two help Piku-chan deal with that Magnezone!

-Oshawittle draws his Razor Shell Sword as Mothra flares up her horns-

Oshawittle: <Ready, Mothra?>

Mothra: <Ready!>

-Mothra unleashes a Flamethrower on Oshawittle, which the latter catches with his Razor Shell, transforming it into a Blazing Shell Blade.-

Me: Yuki-sama... Sono otoko ni wa kimyōna koto ga arimasu... Reitō bīmu o shiyō shite, sore ga nandearu ka o mitsukete kudasai!^* Yuki, there's something strange about that man... Use Ice Beam and find out what it is, please.

-Oshawittle slashes at the Magnezone with his Blazing Shell Blade-

-Yuki fires a blue beam of cold energy directly at Jonathan-

Final Shell

Me: -thinks to self- Could Pent be tapping into the mystical energies of this place? If so... is it something I can do?

-Ian shrugs-

It's worth a try...

-Ian closes his eyes and focuses his mind on his surroundings, attempting to combine his energy with that of the Final Shell, and let it be magnified-

Ersatz Counter

Using one paw to scan the items, the Zeraora uses the other to point behind Gwen at something that resembles a bargain bin from how thrown together it all is.

<You can find what you want in there. Maybe.>

ersatz alliance

Gwen: Okay.

-She shifts into a Gourgeist and goes over to the bin.-

Gwen: <Let's see...>

-She starts rummaging through the products.-

Gwen: <Nope, nope, nope, yes but too big, nope, nope, too showy, ah, here we go!>

-She pulls out an armband. She shifts to human form and tries putting it under her coat sleeve.-

Gwen: Yes, this should do nicely. I'll take it.

-She puts the armband on the counter.-

Ersatz Counter

*beep*

<Cash or card?>

ersatz alliance

Gwen: I'll go with card.

-She gets out her card.-

Ersatz

Nimbus gestures to a reader, showing [reasonable price]. A blue slot is alight, telling Gwen where to stick the card.

ersatz alliance

-Gwen inserts her card into the machine.-

Gwen: Merci.

Ersatz

<Yep,> Nimbus said dismissively as the transaction was approved. With an errant swipe of his paw the cans of soup were thrown together in a paper bag that somehow would not tear under all the cans of soup.

The armband remained on the counter for Gwen to claim and don.

<Have a nice day.>

ersatz

Gwen: You too!

-Gwen takes her shopping and leaves.-

Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Jan 1st 2020 at 6:26:44 PM

Silas sat back and watched the people testing out zero gravity, sure there would be a few bumps and bruises but understanding newtonian mechanics in a environment where friction doesn't apply was important. Hacks however had other plans and was slowly drifting over with a familiar emerald green scarf in his paws.

Pent slowly began to float, the Pen helpfully putting what looked to be a HUD into his vision to help him determine which "thrusters" were active and how much force they were putting out.

If only you could survive higher inertial forces. We could probably have you Rocket to Mars ahead of everyone else in just your suit alone. Ah well, messing with their heads will have to do for now.

Amarin Household

Des smirked up at the cowtwink currently on top of him.

"Sure! I bet I can drink more than you!"

He takes the bottle and takes a swig.

Lita meanwhile was giving her new shoulder pet headscritches.

Lita: "Yeah, that's what I'll call you. Gummy."

The Snom squeaked its approval.

Spacequest

Des stroked his chin.

"I wonder..."

He sent out Jovi.

"Let's see how a quadruped handles zero g."

Jovi just floats there for a minute, then starts flailing.

"Woah woah! Easy girl."

Lower Deck, The Carrey

Lita narrowed her eyes at the incoming guards.

"...Now!"

She leapt from her hiding spot and swung at a guard with her sheathed sword. Her Scizor aimed a Bullet Punch at the Umbreon.

"Cut off their comms. Don't let them sound the alarm."

Lower Deck, Carrey

Fuka: Now, Elanor!

Following behind Scizor, Binacle attacks the Umbreon with Fury Cutter

Edited by sgamer82 on Jan 1st 2020 at 1:36:18 PM

Amarin Party

-Alli looks at the mistletoe and quietly snickers-

SPACE

-Julius is still floating-

-Magnus is poking at the machinery-

North Pole

H. G. Cross: -squints- A Scytherman? Woman? Girl? Here? Is Santa working with Pokefutures? Hey you! Stop damaging the boats!

Mia: <Fuck you.>

H. G. Cross: The nerve... Who taught you to disrespect authority like that?

Mia: <Dave did.>

H. G. Cross: Well tell this Dave fuck you too!

Final Shell

Izaya: Heh... Ehe... You all are pretty slick. But...

Aphrodite: That's for manipulating and betraying the love of my life!

Dr. Multiman: ...I'm the love of your life?

Gudrunn: -to Gabrielle- I wish but Shizuo isn't he-

-Izaya's on the floor. He doesn't look good-

-Standing there above him is Shizuo-

Crown!Raikou: <Hey! Where'd he come from?>

Shizuo: You really think I'd miss this?

-to Izaya- Give me a reason not to bend your limbs into a pretzel right now. I dare you.

Izaya: Ha... You... You...

Edited by Umbramatic on Jan 1st 2020 at 4:35:53 AM

final shell

-Saffy and Sapphy were definitely here the whole time.-

Saffy: Ohoho, this is gonna be good...

Hill near Santa's Workshop

Jon's hard light projection winched at Yuki's and Clarent's blasts, which had managed to strike his dex. His projection started glitching out.

Goober gestures to the Alolan Raichu, Kendall, who runs toward the injured rotom's vulnerable machine with a quick attack and brick break, nullifying any of Jon's previous defenses. He does a similar gesture to his other electric rodents. The Dedenne, Harrison moves toward Jon, while the emolga, Doreen, glides up to meet with Oshawittle and directs a pursuit toward the Magnezone.

In desperation, Jon fires another confuse ray towards Oshawittle's direction.

Lower Deck of the Carrey

The soldiers were all taken by surprise. Gobo's raichu continued to fire discharges at the incoming soldiers, whose communications systems and anti-psychic weaponry have been fried. The barrage of attacks directed at the Umbreon had harmed him enough to prevent him from further interrupting any psychic attacks.

Gobo: It's high time to release that Gyarados; we just need to push toward the weapons controls.

Bridge of the Carrey

Captain Macraul: Ma'am, we lost communications with the weapon's deck.

Deputy Director Panelo: Blast it. Send in more troops. Do not let them take control of the lower deck.

Captain Macraul: Affirmative. I've sent Lieutenant Cross

A wild Petersen appeared.

Tommy, Jr.: Uh... Charmelle.

Deputy Director Panelo: Tom-Tom, get back to your quarters. We're having vermin problems below deck that just got out of hand.

Captain Macraul: I could call for an evacuation of non-essential personnel, ma—

Deputy Director Panelo: Nobody is leaving this ship until I tell them to. Also, Tom, there should be a plate of Beef Stroganoff at yo—

One of Panelo's aides—a [Chinese] woman—comes in.

Aide: Ma'am, bad news. We're out of beef stroganoff.

Tommy, Jr.: Ah, crud.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jan 1st 2020 at 5:36:52 PM

Thespi: -brightly- <Iiiizaya!>

-in her chirpy little voice- <Oh I've heard so much about you!>

<We meet at—>

-...-

-s-snrk-

-snicker- <Sorry, it's...kinda hard to take you seriously when you look and act like a boy-band boy after belly-flopping the debauchery-fueled edgy reboot.>

-cluck- <You, the least popular boy! But whatever, everyone loves a villain, now, right? You've got your cynical je ne sais quoi, kind of a pre-whoville-grinchjinka style—just look at everything you've accomplished since!>

-counting off- <Sure, the others've probably just like opened a bar, dated mothman, become internet famous,>

-at him, limp gesturing- <But today, you've...bullied...younger kids on the playground! Good for you!>

<Everyone give this man a round of applause!>

-Helping Hand chorus from the peanut gallery-

Megan: -glancing around- ...?

Thespi: -clapping, scooching in- <Almost makes up for the fact that none of them invited you to the reunion, huh?>

-she bops him on the nose and starts singing her closest approximation of this metaphorical boy-band's hypothetical output, apparently entitled "How Bad Can I Be"-

Final Shell

Oh please, let me pre-empt you! "You are too late, the Fanatic is already here!" no he is freaking not because I am sick and tired of every, every victory we've had ending up with us taking an L because the villains managed to progress their plans at the last minute.

-The skulls behind his head dart about randomly-

So here's what I'm going to do, I'm gonna let the others decide what good-guy-delivered punishment you deserve and then I'm going to vaporize whatever machine in those ruins is causing the sky to be broken and if I see a tentacle monster along the way I'm going to spear it with so much beamspam. Got. It?

Amarin Party

-The Snom churrs appreciatively-

Coal Mine

Latias: Frick yeah! We've got this!

Susan: Be careful honey.

-The girl called Latias flickers as her illusion drops. Susan smiles before tossing out another pokeball to let out an Arbok-

Susan: I know you're not used to this Alrune, but do your best okay?

Latias: <Ahaha! Release the Krampus!>

-Latias hover-dodges back to the cage and tries to smash in the door while Sylvan the Decidueye knocks a Spirit Shackle arrow for the Galvantula and Alrune the Arbok slithers in to Wrap the Raticate-

Sylvan: <Normally I'd be all about giant spiders, but you're just too... Fuzzy, and sparky.>

Alrune: <Foes! I've never had foes before! Hello!>

Final Shell, Izaya Punching

Everyone is returned and Colton's just reclining on a seat of wispy darkness, a can of Lemonade in his hand.

Don't worry about when and how he got here, he's enjoying this.

"Yeah, we've had to clean up your mess since 2017," he started. "We haven't seen you take a moment of responsibility for what you've done, focused on your shortsighted goal that we will inevitably see go belly-up and require us to put a lid on whatever evil you hope against hope will listen to you.

"We've been dealing with that tear in the sky for two years now, and today's the day we patch it, comprende? We're going to stop you before your plans continue, stitch you right now to save nine," he seethed as his wispy throne lifted him up and began to get bigger. "Unless the thought of the entire Team and their teams going and going and never stopping doesn't scare you?" He asks, twenty Pokéballs orbiting behind him, punctuated with his entire Obscuric Armory in the middle.

Space

Colton tries to get a better grip on using recoil, small plumes of darkness from his hands moving him around in microgravity.

Amarin Party

Ammy leaves one of the cookies for Snom to enjoy.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jan 1st 2020 at 1:49:08 AM

Lower Deck, Carrey

Fuka (to Gobo): You got it!

Fuka spies a convenient port hole and tosses a standard Poke Ball out of it. After a moment's consideration, she sends her two Safari Balls after it.

Fuka: Gyari, Lucy, Goosey, go swab the deck!

The standard Poke Ball opens and from it emerges a long serpentine body. As it emerges it catches the two Safari Balls in its mouth. Once fully formed, Gyari the Gyarados shoots two small water guns on opposite sides of the deck, each carrying one of the two Safari Balls.

Fuka: Lucy! Goosey! Go wild!

The two Safari Balls open and from them emerge a Seviper and Zangoose. They lock eyes with one another just before their lines of sight are block.

Lucy the Seviper and Goosey the Zangoose know exactly what Fuka means when she tells them to "Go wild". It means they can let their instincts run free. The natural battle between Zangoose and Seviper can unfold as it always has and always will.

Lucy: <But why does she always insist on putting so many things between us?>

Goosey: <No matter.> Zangoose extends his claws <We know how to deal with that.>

Final Shell

-Joins in on punching Izaya in the face-

Been wanting to do that for the past two years. It's been forever since I've gotten to do this, I've missed it.

-The Wanderer Corpsmen closest by point their weapons and mons at Izaya to discourage him from trying to run-

-To Pent-

Unfortunately I doubt it'll be that simple, our world's a play, and it demands a final act. Besides, every last shot of theirs we ended up beating anyway. At least this particular threat has been dealt with.

Izaya said one day our methods would be turned against us, I still worry about what that'll mean.

The Mines

Joycon the Galvantula is thrown off her balance by the leaves, though she weathered through the damage. In the process, however, she was disoriented enough to be pinned down by the spirt shackle. The raticate was not so fortunate. Wrapped in the coils of an arbok, she began to panic.

The meowth, in response, moves to attack Alrune in an attempt to free her comrade.

IDPD Private Bill: Sandslash, go after the Latias.

Dave: Uh, Sandslash, no.

Beat.

IDPD Private Bill: Say, what? You didn't defect on us just now, Riley, did you?

IDPD Private Dave: Look, pal, I love taking down Signaljammers as much as the next law-abiding IDPD operative but fact of the matter is that Latii are sacred to my culture. To attack them is sacrilege.

IDPD Private Giuseppi: I agree. I mean, we can distract it but don't hurt it.

IDPD Private Bill: Sacred, shmacred. We didn't let cultural taboos stop us before, and we're not going to start now. I'll be telling the commander on you two insubordinate pasta-eating surrender mankeys.

IDPD Private Giuseppi: Wow, rude.

IDPD Private Dave: There's no need for name-calling.

IDPD Private Bill: Shut up, Citrus boy.

Dave gritted his teeth, resisting the desire to fire at Bill. He instead fires at the ground near Alrune, hoping to scare the arbok away.

In the process, Latias' and Krampus' efforts finally succeed in knocking the cage door open. The grimmsnarl ominously walks forward, covered by Ezra's double discharge attacks directed at the greninja and the galarian meowth. He fires a dark pulse at the Alolan Sandslash.

Lower Deck of the Carrey

The ensuing chaos from the appearance of the Gyarados and the squabbling of the seviper and zangoose have dispersed the Interpol operatives. Most struggle in vain to contact the higher ups for support.

Mia and Cross may find that the battles are taking place dangerously close to the ship's fire control system office. Cross should also remember that the porygon responsible for managing that system remotely had been knocked out.

Bridge of the Carrey

Captain Macraul: There is no way to access the weapon's system. I'm calling the evacuation.

Deputy Director Panelo: You will desist, Captain. This is an order.

Captain Macraul: This situation is getting sorely out of control. I am going to do what is best for my personnel and for my ship. Pack your things and your boyfriend and get to the Cumberbatch. I recognize that you have made a decision. But given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I have elected to ignore it.

Deputy Director Panelo: Did you just quote [Avengers] at me, Gaspard?

He points to a [Black Unovan] bridge officer.

Captain Macraul: Send a semaphore and alert the Cumberbatch of the lifeboats coming their way.

The officer responded and climbed up the deck.

Deputy Director Panelo: You're getting court-marshaled for this.

Captain Macraul: I'd like to see you try.

Hills

Goober: They're going down, but we'll need to take cover soon!

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jul 8th 2020 at 8:58:16 PM

Chateau d'Avarice — Following This

Paula: She's a very important crazy bat lady! Her being here means the takeover's starting to work!

Cog!Kirsten: I dunno what "takeover" you're talking about, but by no means am I on your side once we get rid of this clown!

Paula: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you know the clown's deal?

Cog!Kirsten: Just that he's annoying and I want his freakish face stomped into the tiles!

Rose: I'm guessing he has something to do with Robinson.

The Clown of the House: <I am none other than the lady's most esteemed jester, of course! And I have the duty to dispose of any delinquents that dare to desecrate this dwelling!>

Rose: Oh, gods, the alliteration.

The Clown of the House: <If you decline to desist, then I must declare your deaths this day!>

Cog!Kirsten: Please just stop.

-She pulls out a bow, firing a Spirit Shackle at the clown.-