The Rebel Treble

Kim: (sighs) “Aaaaaaand... never mind.”

motostoke gym

-Violet heads up to the counter.-

Violet: 'Ello. Where do I register for the gym challenge?

Receptionist: Right here. Full name, please.

Violet: Violet Baines.

-The receptionist does stuff on her computer.-

Receptionist: Ah, were you endorsed by gym leader Byron from Sinnoh?

Violet: Yeah, that's me.

Receptionist: It says here you have special provision to wear the steel type uniform.

Violet: Yup, that's right.

Receptionist: Okay, what should I put as your uniform number?

Violet: 26 please.

Receptionist: Okay, that number doesn't seem to be taken. Congratulations, you've been registered. Good luck!

motostoke, later

-Violet is wandering around with a cold chocolate coffee and may be interacted with.-

Monostoke TR Shop

-Aspen picked up a TR each for Psychic Fangs, Poison Jab, X-Scissor Liquidation and Earthquake and went over to the counter and brought them and exited the store-

Monostoke, outside TR Store

-Aspen noticed what looks like a stadium to her left in the distance, heads towards it and went inside-

Monostoke Gym

-She heads towards the counter-

Aspen: "Hello! Is this where I sign up for the Gym Challenge?

Receptionist: "Yes right here. Full name please."

Aspen: "Aspen Karch"

-The receptionist does her thing on the computer-

"Where you endorsed by somebody?"

"The J-Team, of which I'm a member of."

"The J-Team? Very well known that group is. We heard a lot about them, so were accepting all J-Team members as well. Alright, what number should I put on your jersey?"

"28"

"28... That number doesn't seem to be taken. Congratulations, you're been registered! Good luck!"

"Thank you!" -and whith that she left-

Monostoke, outside gym

-Aspen sat on a bench and can be interacted with now-

Motostoke Record Store

The man would stop, eyes widened.

Shopkeeper: THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS?

He would slam down the records, causing some to fall off the counter. He looked up, calming down and clearing as his throat.

Shopkeeper: That was unprofessional, sorry. Anyway, good luck!

Motostoke, paster than past

Kamon: -tentatively relieved- Thought I'd tell you now. -beat- I don't like to turn people down in front of their friends. Or colleagues, in your case.

Rockstar: <Such a gentleman.>

Stormchaser, 2019

Channah: -stares at the darkening tableau- ...? (No, not yet.) -she focuses just in time and transforms as the Sludge Wave hits, fluttering out of the way''-

-a ball she threw before changing hits the ground-

Kandace: <...> -under the Wide Guard, she shakes and releases a Payback on Bartemaeus-

Motostoke Record Store (Past)

Me: Thanks.

-Ian pays for the bass guitar and drum set, picks them up and leaves the store.-

Arthur raised a brow, "Such a-"

Before he could finish he heard a loud, "OI!"

Arthur looked about to see a galarian woman wearing a plaid kilt, a green beanie, and a gold striped hoodie staring at him, "I TOLD YA IF YA EVAR CAME BACK TA GALAR I'D KICK YER FOCKIN' ARSE!"

Arthur blinked, looked at Olivia, "Do you know who this is?"

Motostoke, Jackie Zone

Jackie: N-no no no, makes sense.

-Rosetta hovers nearby. Ominously-

Motostoke, Arthur Zone

Olivia: Never met her before in my life.

Mimikyu: <You'd think we'd remember someone that loud.>

Motostoke, Watchog Day Zone

Julius: It's no use! We're stuck in this temporal conundrum!

Neon: I'll never prove myself like this!

Jared: I'm too handsome to be stuck in temporal purgatory!

The Temporal World

-Dialga is watching From Space With Love. Drunk. Because Watchog Day is bad movie night.-

Dialga: <Sk- skreeeeeeeeeee...>

-he collapses-

The SATWHUL, February 3rd

-Jared, Julius and Neon, wake up in their own beds and check the date-

-And celebrate-

Motostoke, Now Zone

-Locke is around with Funky-

Arthur looked even more confused, especially as the woman ran up, "Ya think dyeing yer hair is gunna stoooooop... wait yer too tall to be who I think ye are..."

Arthur blinked, "Hello my name is Arthur Grant. My hair is currently just naturally silver... I've tried dying it back to black but it doesn't work."

The woman blinked, "Gabi... Gabi Hudson. Ya look a lot like this kalosian fock I told ta never come back to Galar unless he wants his arse kicked."

Arthur clued into who she was talking about, and leaned forward, "What exactly is your issue with my grandson?"

"Grandson?" Gabi asked.

"Technically yes. Now... why are you threatening him?"

Gabi blinked, "He insulted my Galarian pride years ago and fled! I told him if he ever returned I'd kick his arse, after that we'd be fine."

Arthur blinked, "Did you ever specify that last part?"

Gabi considered it for a moment, "oh."

Arthur sighed, "Olivia has the world always been like this?"

Chateau d'Avarice

-Unfortunately, Rage and Love's Dark Pulse does little to Shadow Robinson; in fact, it arguably winds him more than her.-

-Likewise, the exertion from 'Arsene' slashing at the New Moon's Beast only serves to exhaust himself.-

Shadow Robinson:    Don't be so naive.   

-Suddenly, the burns from the Will-O-Wisp flare up extremely painfully as the shadows lash out at Arsene.-

-However, the Dig does manage to make her wince (or at least, something similar, considering she's a shadowy amalgam of spirits).-

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-Knight's Close Combat and Amphitrite's Moonblast do manage to do some more noticeable damage, knocking the New Moon's Beast back. However, it recovers quickly, persistently lunging at Knight to drive him into the ground.-

-Tom Fool makes a familiar oddly squeaky-toy-esque sound upon being Crunched, and his head tilts curiously.-

Tom Fool: <A peculiar choice, my feline friend!>

-He stumbles out of Nemean Lion's grip in a dizzying, almost drunken dance to confuse the two.-

-Changeling's body is ripped a bit more by Excalibur's swipe, but he keeps his attention focused on Paula and Maui-

Changeling: <I've got a special duty to deal with you!>

-He hops back, and lobs a Focus Blast at Maui.-

Paula: Agh! Dammit, aren't you supposed to be changing your costume?

Changeling: <Who said I needed to?>

-Paula grits her teeth, and switches to Necronomicon to send a Fire-type Hidden Power at him. It burns at the fabric, but not as much as she'd hoped.-

Paula: Damn, bad guess. Rose— gah, Runaway! You've got to come up with a better name, but that's not important right now. Looks like his type's Fighting too, not Steel!

Runaway: Oh, joy, the one I suck at dealing with.

-With a flourish, Bluetongue transmutes a part of the stone floor beneath the crawling shadows into sand, which swirls around Changeling-

Stormchaser Assault

-Barty sees the onslaught of attacks aimed at him, and grins.-

Bartemaeus: <It seems I'm popular today!>

-And they pass right through as he disappears.-

-Grit has less attacks aimed at him, but they do manage to connect, and he tenses.-

Grit: <Don't get in the way!>

-And he scatters across the ground, in such a way that allows him to rock the entire airship to its core.-

-Robinson scowls, sidestepping the ice bolt aimed at her.-

Robinson: Of course I came to your home. I don't intend to kill you, I simply intend to keep you in place so you don't get in the way! I will not have my operations impeded! And how better to keep you grounded than to ruin the airship you seem to live in?

-Jevil titters in glee at the sight of Logan's dual Stylers-

Jevil: <I feel a newness in this game of discs revolving! What could this mean, I wonder, wonder? What's in these wonder discs?>

-He brandishes what appears to be a conjured scythe-like blade construct.-

Jevil: <Let Devilsknife play, play as well!>

-And he throws it in an arcing path at one of the Styler lines.-

-The walls of the room containing Pent's team darken, as shadows stretch across them. And grin.-

-And the Mimikyu controlling them rises from the ground.-

Pride: <Don't think I didn't hear you!>

-And fundamentally malicious spikes jut out of the floor of the Stormchaser, stabbing into everyone around him.-

-Carna goes slightly more slack than she was as her physical strength is sapped, though she's still terrifyingly strong. Her attention turns to Rotary, and she leaps at them with a bite that would probably be intended to rip out the throat of anything with a normal neck.-

Silas coughs up a little bit of blood at the knockdown as he feels the force strike him, "How we doing?"

"Pretty well all things considered, this is getting you angry, and thankfully I can express that anger."

Silas wipes the blood away, "Okay, step two."

Knight drew his sword, raised his shield, "Incredible violence."

Knight swung his blade at the New Moon Beast, hoping to skewer its underbelly.

Chateau Avarice

-With the scans out of the way, Rakash swaps out to Orpheus for healing purposes and checks the squad-

... Shift that move did way more damage to you than I ex- fuck!

Shift: Heal me up then!?

No, you need to leave!

-Anthem stops from her status move setup to glance over-

Anthem: <What's wrong?>

Shift can not be in this fight. It's way too dangerous.

Shift: I can handle it, yeesh.

Anthem: <If he can handle it then let him fight.>

-To prove his own point Shift poses again, the chains connecting him to Arsene rattling as the Persona swings in for a pretty ordinary punch against his foes-

No, he can't handle it. That's not a Persona!

The Stormchaser, December

-There is a pretty collective "oh crap!" from the assembled team as they scatter from the hit-

Oakley: <Maybe I was wrong. Sorry.>

Gygax: <The villain opts for slaughter perhaps...>

Gallade♀: <No mercy then? Perfect.>

-She charges in, armblades glowing for the strike as roughly half of the rest of the team also go for attacks against the ghost pile-

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-Well it's really more a private message really, directed at a specific person-

Chateau d'Avarice, December

Already breathing a little harder, Rage and Love let out a few heavy pants followed by a decisive "Fuck," once he realized how outmatched he really was.

Stormchaser, Same Time

<You really think you can just shoot us in the foot so easily?!> D.C. demanded, laughing a little as a Flash Cannon fired at Grit from his chest.

Rather it would had he not lost his footing, causing Lucario to lift his Expert Belt in slight confusion.

Everyone else hid behind the Reflect while Sylveon and Sunny Wished.

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Turffield

A gray-haired 20-something sits on a grassy hill, a plastic bag full of numerous aromas - as well as some other things - resting beside her.

Turffield

-It doesn't take long for Pent to locate the place of his date, approaching with his bag under one arm and his keytar on his back-

Heya. Nice place yeah?

Turffield

"Oh, you brought yours, too?" Ammy asked, reaching behind her to show her keyboard.

"But yeah. Peaceful, beautiful, tranquil," she allowed.

Turffield

-Pent nods and takes a seat, carefully setting his stuff down and rummaging in his bag for a familiar box-

Made a fresh batch of that snack thing. Felt proper.

Turffield

"Same, kinda, given with a little help."

Room 713 Kitchen

"No, you can't just make a sugar cookie by removing chocolate chips from the chocolate chip cookie recipe!"

Turffield

She pulls out a plastic-wrapped plate of sandwich ingredients, as well as a couple loaves of bread.

"I'm not supposed to eat dessert until I have an actual meal," she said. "Call me whipped, heh."

Turffield

-With a smile, Pent snatches up two slices and gets to work assembling a lunch-

It's a solid mantra to keep. Then again I'm prone to snacking rather than getting in proper meals.

Turffield

"Yeah, same here. Just kinda ate whatever, whenever, for the longest time, before the scarf. It was a pretty sweet deal, but now I have to watch my figure," she said, pulling at her jacket.

"But, I guess with a larger palate," she considered, "it's a fair sacrifice."

As she said this she threw some veggies and condiments on a slice of bread before drawing a bottle of water from the bag, rolling a second one to Pent.