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Tassa took a deep breath, "Yes... As long as I still live, Hyul does as well."
<Who knows we may be able to bring the others back one day.>
Tassa nodded slowly, looking over the artifacts, she began to talk with some of the researchers about what everything did and meant, and what she knew of hyul.
Autumn looked over at the J-Team, "So, rescued a princess of a lost civilization huh? Tell me are your lives normally this exciting?"
Galen: Welp, everything seems to be in working order. Sweet. Company Corviknight. I thought only the Pokémon Planet fellas could get that. Gimme a minute and I'll run this by JT.
JT: Ugh, it's the typical boiler plate stuff, kid. I sent you a signature stamp. Use it.
Galen: Consider it signed. A-wink.
Murphy: Well, Ms. Priscilla works with PEFE and they usually are the people in charge of sponsoring. You'd have to go through the senior members or their retinue. But if you don't make their cut, I could send a reference to you to Kwan Industries. It's owned by Ms. Priscilla's father Big Henry.
Channah: -ignoring Hitodama- All the more reason why you shouldn't have kept talking to him! People demand enough of your time. I thought that DS girl was bad enough... -huffs-
Langston: <The person known as Galen Albright will perform the duties of Tanten Lyore's personal assistant at all times.>
Tanten: "Your first task is to deliver this package to JT. And pick me up a footlong [tuna] sub on Italian Herbs on your way back, would you? There's a [Subway] right outside."
Galen, flabbergasted: What?! Okay, what the actual hell? I already spent one disgusting semester cleaning up after your bullshit. I am not about to spend the entire season having to dedicate afternoons disinfecting your jockstraps. Corkie, EAT IT.
The gogoat he came with just glowered angrily at him. The expression says "are you fucking kidding me right now?"
Galen: Oh. Poison type.
Corkie: <And the last ponyta crosses the finish line. Who was the dumbass who let him skip three grades?>
Galen: But is this notarized? Oh wait, it is. Well, can't argue with that. I'm off to deliver this package sir. Though I'm still willing to contest the bit where you have to be addressed as "Your Righteous Highness".
-Dave is around, with Mia-
Kamon: -is trying on the dynamax band- Hm, not exactly my aesthetic...
Rockstar: <Watch oot!>
Kamon: -nearly bumps into Dave and Mia- Oh!
-To Channah, angrily-
...What are you talking about, I was talking to one of my oldest friends who isn't part of the PEFE because I wanted to, not because she was "demanding my time", in a conversation that I started in the first place. She's not like one of those damned fans who used to accost us back at the Gold Conference, or anyone I've complained about, and it's not right of you to describe her that way.
Yew: -Noms sheep feed pellets-
Me: Kwan Industries, huh? I think I would like to be sponsored by them. Thanks for bringing it up, Murphy!
Dave: Hey, watch it!
Dave: Wait... Do I know you?
Jack: -looks back and forth between the trainers nervously-
Channah: -starting to tremble- Oh, so then it's better for anyone to practically flirt with you as long as you know them from before? At least warn me before you go chatting up people you're apparently friends with! Why does everyone like you so much? And you keep letting them!
Kamon: -eyes widen- Sorry! Maybe? From the telly.
Dave: Wait a minute... you were from that one show about the kid wizards. I only know this because my daughter says the fandom is currently tearing itself apart from the inside out like a pack of Mightyena over shit the creator said on Chattr. No idea what any of that means and she's kind of upset about it but it sounds entertaining?
-beat; he gestures to Mia-
This isn't my daughter by the way; she's... a friend.
-it should be noted Mia is a female Scytherman-
Edited by Umbramatic on Jan 30th 2020 at 1:56:15 PM
Flirting with me? I think you have a much different interpretation of that night than either of us did, DS and I aren't becoming a couple anytime soon, she's not really interested in that sort of thing, I'd imagine especially after what happened in Kalos with Constantin overhearing our agreement to not act on anything, which I already told you about.
And liking me? I feel like most people like the idea of me, but not really me outside of my close friends. How many of our group do you think knows me past "J-Team leader", some party last February isn't going to change that. And what do you mean by "letting them"?
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jan 30th 2020 at 2:02:06 PM
Channah: You - You just - -bursts into tears-
Kamon: -weak laugh- That's certainly something. I haven't been following Henry Parker news lately, so I'll take your word for it. -waggles his eyebrows, then notices Mia and smiles- Ah, hello there. I'm Kamon. Love the scythes.
-Voice takes on a softer tone-
...This isn't really about those two, is it? They were more the catalyst that made you speak up about it. Do you feel... insecure in our relationship?
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jan 30th 2020 at 2:35:10 PM
Mia: <You said hello weird.>
Dave: ...Whatever you're trying to pull, fuck off. We're just here for research. And to find this Jackie person. Who we're working with. For research.
Channah: -crying- No!
Jack: -pats her on the back uncertainly-
Channah: -shoves him off with a shriek-
Kamon: -slightly hurt- Trying to...? I'm just being friendly!
Rockstar: -shakes his head-
Kamon: I was! -to Dave- You're looking for someone? What do they look like? Maybe I can help. I've been in town for a little while.
Don't take it personally.
Then what is the issue, I'm trying to understand.
Dave: Uh, yay tall, -gestures to above his head- long brown hair in a bigass ponytail, blue coat...
Mia: <Kind of grumpy.>
Channah: -starting to hyperventilate, just cries harder in response-
Jack: <What do we do??>
Kamon: -scratches his head- Can't say I've seen anyone like that. Sorry. Did you lose them or are you just meeting up with them?
(Kim smiles at Orwell's comment— then all of a sudden, her phone starts binging. Confused, she takes it out— only to find shocking news in front of her. The news reads: MASSIVE FIRE IN ANGELA, OIL DIFFUSER MALFUNCTION AT JUBILIFE ARENA TAKES ANNOUNCED BANDS FOR THE BOTB OUT OF COMMISSION; THREE NEW BANDS TO BE SELECTED FROM J-TEAM. Upon getting the news, she looks at it in stunned silence. Geddy, Kaylan, and Paul quickly take notice.)
Paul: <Kim? Are you okay?>
Kaylan: <What happened?>
(Kim stands there for a few moments, then shakes her head and turns to the three of them.)
Kim: "There was a fire in Angela and an oil diffuser malfunction at the Jubilife Arena. The three bands for the Battle of the Bands that have already been announced dropped out."
(Kim's Pokemon immediately react with shock.)
Paul: (horrified) <That's awful!>
Dio: <W-what's going to happen with the Battle of the Bands?!>
Kim: "Don't worry. Those three tickets will be given to members of the J-Team, so the Battle of the Bands will continue."
(Kim's Pokemon all sigh with relief.)
Geddy: <Still, though... that fire must have been horrible...>
Freddie: (trembling) <I-I'm not going to the Jubilife Arena a-as long as I live... t-that sounds awful...>
Orwell: <Indeed... a fire in Citianj is doubleplusungood...>
(then, something stops him, and he looks up at Kim.)
Orwell: <Pause, Kimbond. A... "Battle of the Bands"?>
Kim: "Indeed. I got a ticket, and I invited Ian, Evelyn, Paul, Sinatra, Dio, Kaylan, Geddy, and someone named Milagros to join."
Orwell: <That sounds plusgood!>
Kim: "It is, believe me. The fire and the oil malfunction aren't, but..."
-Evelyn overhears what happened to the other three bands and begins to worry...-
Evelyn: That sounded awful... I hope they're okay...
-Evelyn thinks to herself "So much for mine and Ian's chance to make new friends..."-
Dave: We're trying to meet up with her yeah. Emphasis on fucking trying.
Still trying to figure that one out.
Okay, Channah, I can see that whatever this is, it's obviously been on your heart for a while, and I'm sorry that I didn't notice beforehand.
-Moving closer, arms slowly outstretching-
Is it okay if I?
Kim: "I share your sentiment, Evelyn."
Kaylan: <Ooh! I know! Can Orwell perform in the band, too?>
Kim: (looking down at Orwell) "Hm... Orwell, what do you think?"
Orwell: <I... don't know if I would be able to... plusungoodwise... I speak fullwise in Newspeak, in case you forgetted...>
Kaylan: <Oh, yeah... right... Still, though! You don't have to sing! You could just play an instrument!>
Orwell: (sadly) <I can unplay any songvice.>
Kaylan: <Unplay? Songvice?>
Geddy: <He can't play any instruments.>
Kaylan: <Oh. Okay, then. Well, in that case, you can just stay on the sidelines and watch the performance from the audience.>
Kaylan: <Good.> (he looks up) <Though that did get me thinking... what bands do you like?>
(Orwell pauses to think for a few moments.)
Orwell: <...I am unsure... I do like [Bowie], but I don't think there are any bands that I enjoy.>
Geddy: <Ever heard of [Rush]?>
Orwell: <[Rush]? No, I unhave. Who are they?>
Kaylan: <You mean who were they!>
Geddy: <They were only the greatest prog rock band of all time!>
Orwell: <The doubleplusgoodest progrock band of all time?>
Geddy: <Yep! I've been a fan of them for a long time! In fact, I'm even named for one of the members... not to brag, of course, I'm just saying.>
Orwell: <Truewise? What is your name, watersealpoke?>
Geddy: <Yep. After [Geddy Lee].>
Orwell: <Was he the songprole?>
Geddy: <If by that you mean singer, yes. He was the singer and bassist for [Rush].>
Kaylan: <And the keyboardist!>
Geddy: <And that, too.>
Orwell: <Ooh! Lee sounds talentful! Who was the guitarprole?>
Kaylan: <[Alex Lifeson].>
Orwell: <Who was the drumprole?>
(Geddy and Kaylan both immediately respond to this question by facefaulting.)
Kaylan: <"Who was the drumprole"?! Are you nuts?>
Orwell: <No, I am a waterlobsterpoke.>
Geddy: <It's a figure of speech.>
Orwell: <A speakfig? We unhave speakfigs in Newspeak.>
Geddy: <Figured not, but still, you've never heard of [Neil Peart]?!>
Kaylan: <Are you insane?! [Neil Peart] was only the greatest drummer of all time!>
Geddy: <"Was"? He is the greatest drummer of all time!>
Orwell: <What happened to [Rush]?>
Geddy: <They broke up.>
Orwell: <They breaked up...? The bandproles breaked into pieces?>
Geddy: <No, silly. It means the band members went their seperate ways. They don't tour or perform anymore.>
Orwell: (sinking) <Oh.>
Geddy: <Yeah, I know. But still, I have hope. The members of the band are still out there. Geddy and Alex have said they still want to perform, but if Neil doesn't agree, there's no [Rush].> (he looks down) <I just hope that [Peart] will say yes one day. Seeing a [Rush] reunion tour would be the coolest thing ever!>
(And on those words, Kaylan and Kim give each other very strange looks, realizing that Geddy has no idea what happened to Neil Peart. They turn to look at Geddy, with slightly saddened and confused looks on their faces.)
Kim: "Um... Geddy?"
(Geddy tilts his head in confusion.)
Kaylan: <You... do know what happened to Neil Peart, right?>
Geddy: <Of course I do. He retired from drumming and is now having a happy life with his family.>
(They look at each other, before Kim sadly shakes her head.)
Kim: "No... Geddy, you don't understand. The news broke a few days ago."
Geddy: (confused) <What news...? What do you mean, I don't understand? [Rush] will perform again one day... right?>
Kaylan: (saddened) <Geddy...>
Kim: (sighs) "Geddy... they won't. And they can't. Because Neil... well..."
(And at that moment, it starts to sink in, and Geddy shakes his head in disbelief.)
Geddy: <N-no... y-you're not saying...>
Kim: (nods sullenly) "He died, Geddy. He died two weeks ago."
(Geddy initially is unable to say anything at first, then looks down in sadness.)
Kaylan: <I'm sorry, bud...>
(Eventually, the poor Popplio is finally able to speak.)
Geddy: (struck dumb) <H-how?! How in the world did he die?!>
Kim: "Brain cancer. He'd been battling it for three and a half years."
(Geddy slowly starts to process the information, and then begins to tear up.)
Geddy: (crying) <3 and a half years...?! [Rush] won't be able to perform again?!>
Kaylan: <'Fraid not.>
Geddy: (crying) <T-that... I...> (He shakes his head with resolve.) <N-no... this is a joke... this has got to be some kind of Internet hoax or something...>
Kim: "It's not a joke. [Peart] is gone."
(Geddy just sits there, sobbing to himself quietly)
Geddy: <No... no...>
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