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-Pent mutters 'it's a good figure' before grabbing the water and slugging back a deep gulp. Insert your own joke about thirst here-
Cooking is wonderful, one of my favorite hobbies. That's kinda the fun of going to various regions, seeing how food changes based on where you go.
"Something to pick up, I suppose," she considered. "Something to stop these idle hands. Paws. Tails," she considered. "I mean, making the cookies was kinda fun."
"No! Don't move them to a plate now! They'll fall apart on the way!"
"Some places have similar enough culture that it carries into the cuisine," she considered. "And that's kinda neat," she mulled before crunching into the sandwich.
Yeah, hobbies are nice to have. It's gonna occupy most of my time on break.
-He takes a bite of his sandwich and just stares off into the distance-
"I mean, after this Battle of the Bands, Shadow Cast could just be a thing that sticks around - a group of idiots covering songs they like, two each to the album," she considered.
"Not much demand for the keys," she considered, taking another bite before playing a simple rhythm with her free hand.
Huh, it's a good name at least.
-He briefly considers joining in...-
Sometimes you just gotta own your instrument and see who'll listen.
"The audience finds the performer, and all the performer can do is put themselves on the map," she said, removing her hand from the keys before taking a big swig.
"But there's always at least one person who will listen," she said before shooting a wink at Pent.
Lemme know when you've got a performance and I'll tag along. Looking forward to hearing what you and the gang play.
Kamon: Excellent~! Thank you for understanding, angel. -a bit shy- Let's keep in touch, though, yeah? I'd like to be friends.
Kandace: -flinches as she's hit by the Earthquake- <...> -a horrific pair of jaws open wide as she attempts to Crunch the Palossand on the floor-
Channah: -not really following the plot- <Whatever. Bitch.> -transforms back and uses a Hyper Potion on Kandace-
Edited by Metanoia on Feb 5th 2020 at 12:09:39 PM
Nemean Lion: <Rrrrgh... You...>
-Cogsworth rattles from the Earthquake-
Cogsworth: <Let's try this again.>
-He fires another Flash Cannon at Grit-
Jackie: Yeah, uh, sure.
Olivia: -chuckles- Always.
Mimikyu: <Can confirm.>
Arthur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gabi at this point took notice of both Arthur and Olivia and blushed a bit, "Uh... I'm gunna leave now. Tell Silas I said hello and I look ferward to kickin' his arse..."
She turned around and walked off.
"The hell was that about?"
Vega popped out, "Judging by her reaction and elevated body temperature upon seeing you and Olivia, my current judgement is that she felt feelings of attraction."
Arthur blinked, and then looked to Olivia, "That common as well?"
-Devilsknife scythes through the old Line, leaving the new one plugged into the ship-
-and the new electrical path of least resistance is Logan-
-and the Earthquake crashes through, and acid drips from the ceiling-
Addie: -Volt Absorb, willfully perky- <There's neat things inside! Like heart, and gyroscopes!>
-to their dismay, the fabric more or less combusts on its own, but a few Signs end up signed and unsinged-
Luxor: <This the guy?>
Logan: -catching the bouncing top- That's the guy!
-a Luxray, a Plusle and Minun that rapidly attempt to make themselves scarce-
Phoebe: -salute- <Leave it to us, boss!>
Deim: <...on duty, chief.>
-and they dart away, to either side-
Luxor: -to Jevil- <Hey, you clown!>
RC the Formerly Shadow Eelektross: <C'mon, guy. Be chill.>
-Logan perks up with the tingling in their legs, and sends the intact Line spinning around Jevil-
-the Eelektross coils around Jevil and tries to spin him around, and Logan launches the second-
-leading with the oh so satisfying sense of the sheer chaos engulfing what they can sense of the room—as acid drips from the ceiling, the floor buckles further beneath them, flames roar and lights flash-
Logan: -leaning on both elbows now- Wait, did-did you just dump them in the wild?
Hiro: Oh, no, no, no.
I told them what I wanted to do, asked how they felt about it—then we all trained in all the stuff we'd need to get by, Pokemon without people and people without Pokemon. Did my best for due diligence at the time.
Logan: I-I don't know how to feel about that.
Hiro: Well…I'd go about it differently today.
Want a second opinion?
Hiro: -pulling up his belt- So would I, actually. Take your pick.
-three Pokeballs present, they look them over and-
Logan: -point- ...Parfait.
-Hiro unbuckles a Repeat Ball, pops it open—and out comes Hiro's starter-
Parfait the Emboar: <Howdy!>
Logan: -faintly- Yeehaw.
Hiro: -wry- Parfait, do you want to share your thoughts on the trial? The first one, the really big one.
-tapping fingers- <Oh gosh, that is a big one.>
Logan: Do tell.
Parfait: -waving- <Well, Logan—good to see ya, by the way, you look a little more okay—back in the day, with the whole mess with Team Plasma, there was a whole hubbub about whether Pokemon training was evil or not. Our elders were all "oh of course that's dumb, they're barging in and they don't understand anything, their uniforms are terrible">
<Hiro here wanted to know, like really wanted, so we went ahead with testing whether it was True or not.>
Hiro: -wince, nod-
Logan: ...hold on, how long ago was this?
Hiro: About nine years ago.
Logan: Then you'd have been...
Hiro: A snotty preteen, yes.
-open gesture- Disclaimer about the snot-state of preteens in general, which follows a bell curve, it's just that objectively, I.
Parfait: <It was a weird time.>
<Anyways yeah, we went camping for a couple months, Hiro did some heavy lifting on his own—>
Hiro: -more wince- I knew it'd suck for me, but it seemed fair.
Parfait: <And then we all got back together.>
-rubbing her mane of flame- <Wellll, not all of us. There were a couple mon—not naming names, for the sake of, y'know, what's past—that didn't come back.>
-shrug?- <Proves our point, of course. The whole point of it was to see if we'd all like being apart more'n together, and they found their answer. The rest of us liked having a human around better, for one reason or another. Simple.>
Logan:-uncertain- ...I mean…
-thinking expression- One individual or set of individuals isn't really enough to pass judgement one way or another at the societal level, anecdotal evidence comes with all sorts of riders. For the sake of argument, you and they could be an exception from the norm.
Hiro: -headshake- Yeah, my—flawed, thought process then, was if they did have the occasional case where pokemon would be happier without a trainer, then we'd either make a good point with all the bases covered to start yelling back, or…
Well, if we ended up proving their point, that'd suck but we would be better off.
Logan: ...all the Pokemon actually coming up to become Trainers' Pokemon, though...?
Hiro: -laughing- Like I said, flawed. I was eleven, I skipped some steps.
-crossing arms- But, speaking of proper rigor—the point of it was that then we'd know for sure without dozens of people needing to try, probably—no, definitely worse. Really, from what Plasma was spouting, they wanted everyone to release everymon, without the slightest bit of consideration for where or when or if they'd even do well out there.
Parfait: -sigh- <Loads didn't. It was brutal.>
Hiro: Right, you came back with—
Parfait: <Yeah, some came by the "campsite". All scared and shivery, poor things. Left in the lurch by people who they thought would take care of them, it really sucked.>
Hiro: The Vow was established as a framework for mutualistic relationships, it's worth reexamining if it's doing its job down the line—but there's less harsh ways of going about it.
Logan: What did you conclude?
Hiro: A lot of the time people do reasonably enough—sometimes they do well, sometimes they do poorly or they're just terrible—but Team Plasma was full of utter Bouffalant-shite.
Hiro: -nod- Even before the ulterior motives.
Megan: -raising a hand, tentatively- ...oh yeah, h-how did they apply force without Pokémon? Did they like get guns or—
Hiro: -nod- They used their Pokemon.
Hiro: Yeah. Like I said, shite.
-irked- They wouldn't be particularly notable, all in all, if between them they hadn't managed to revive the Tao.
-and everyone goes quiet-
-...except the shopkeeper, who continues shining a Berry juice mug-
Logan: -baffled- They—Team Plasma—didn't sound very pure in ideals, or very honest. How did they—?
-discomfort- Did they really believe that hard…?
Hiro: -raising a finger- One man. N.
Abilene: "One manen"...?
Hiro: Their leader, ostensibly.
Not going into everything I know—because for what it's worth it is past—but from what we can tell he was used. Purity of belief doesn't necessarily mean it's right, or good, but there's a lot of power in that. Even with how much it took to maintain.
Between him and the new Champion, dethroning Alder—
Abilene: How do you know any of this?
Hiro: -twiddling thumbs- My family's guarded Reshiram's flame since before Unova was a thing, I would be surprised if no one took an interest.
And by "took an interest", I mean very carefully burned our way through what Team Plasma and the League left behind, looking for answers. But by then, Reshiram was in the world once again, and all we could do was wait.
Or so I'm told.
-and he pops another Berry in his mouth-
-and chews on it-
Abilene: -silent- ...
Logan: -contemplative- ...
Megan: -headtilt- So why are you here?
...uh! Being curious! Not like, in a dismayed way or anything, I just don't know—are you here for the J-Team? Or...the League? Touristing?
Hiro: -swallow, amused- That's what I'm here to find out.
-standing up- I'm in this town specifically to check out the Slumbering Weald, something interesting apparently happened there not too long ago.
And after that, I'm "prophesied" to wander the rest of Galar.
-the audible portion of the air quotes makes its way around the room-
Abilene: You're...you're not still talking to them, are you?
Logan: -glance away- …
Megan: -interested in the Berries- …
Abilene: Wh—they abandoned us to our fates! They left us to—to—and you're all just waltzing around, listening to them, as though—!
Hiro: -circular finger-gesture- It's not just us Hecate's talking to. And again, family. Still interested in verifying whether any of their claims are true.
-examining the last Berry on his plate- Their claims come here.
-and he eats it whole-
-tossing her tray into the recycler- Well, that's all I needed, really. I've stood in this shop for far too long as it is.
-Lanatus wiggles and points toward the exit-
Hiro: -tossing his tray- These are very nice.
Shopkeep: Why, thank you!
-to Abilene- Thanks for your patronage!
-...he makes a similar pointed expression toward Megan and Logan-
Megan: -startle- ??
Greedent: -hypocritically eating a Berry- <No loitering!>
Megan: Um! Oh, right!
-and she fishes out her wallet and looks for something to order-
Logan: -raising a hand, placidly- I'm sharing with her.
Edited by Asterisk395 on Feb 5th 2020 at 2:50:33 PM
Rotary: <Ow ow ow ow—>
-Rotary flails as Carna bites down, despite not having a neck-
-and despite the usual disparities in strength, they're still standing, if only barely-
Against all logic, Carna appears to favor physical attacks. As a consequence...
Rotary: <...Huh. Been forever.>
-all the same, even with Carna's grip on their body, their head is free to rotate, and it does, grinding their beaks frantically against the Salazzle's face-
Just need to make sure I can run.
Sorry, Rotary. You'll thank me once we're all out of this alive.
Megan: See you all later!
Hiro: -waving- Goodbye.
Logan: Have a great day!
-fingerguns- Abilene, stay sunny.
-and they all walk off-
-Abilene leaves the store, heading east onto main street and headed south-
-Hiro rounds a corner…-
Megan: -munch munch- ...
Abilene: -longsuffering- ...don't tell me your destination is…
-walking faster- ...no, you know what? Don't tell me! I want to maintain as many degrees of separation from you as possible, not to know your birthdays or your backstories or present endeavors or even, right now, whether you're headed remotely in the same vicinity as—
Abilene: Oh for fuck's sake.
Hiro: -wry- I had to make a stop first.
-cheerful- Well, after you?
Abilene: Don't patronize me.
"Of course. Might be a week or two, though. Haven't heard back from the first place we sent a request to.
"So, until we hear back from someone, we don't really have anywhere to perform."
"Oh sweet, Sonata got back to me."
"... Yeah, I figured as much. Those are some pretty reasonable requests, I suppose."
"Just most confident in our loudest songs, but I can't be picky."
"Not to say we're never going to. I just don't know when we will."
She took another bite and another swig.
That's hilarious, the others already left, so you've already failed that part.
-Jumping in time with the Earthquake-
You really think you can stop all of us?
Tyto: -Fires a Spirit Shackle in the direction he expects Bartemaeus to attack from-
Pici: -Fires Seed Bombs on Grit-
Kamon: Sweet. See you around! -hangs up-
Rockstar: <Welp... Weird secretive scientists ur better thun yer current crowd, a guess.>
Kamon: Was that good? I really want to avoid a repeat of that lady who nearly clawed my eyes out for saying no in front of her besties. -shudders- Great sense of humor, though. Even with the eye-clawing, honestly.
Rockstar: <...God yer heed's a strange place.>
Kamon: Anyway, come on! It's way past time for a R E S E A R C H M O N T A G E
R O C K S T A R: O I W A I T
-Kamon reads Silas' wiki page, eyebrows rising steadily higher at the list of known exploits with the J-Team-
-Rockstar watches nervously as a Lucario sizes him up while Kamon speaks animatedly with its trainer about behavior and body language of the species-
-Kamon sits in on the Motostoke Astronomical Society meetings, taking copious notes as others talk about planets and shit-
-something something [kerbal space program]-
Kamon: oh xerneas this is terrible why does anyone play this game why am i doing this this has nothing to do with anything
Rockstar: <Ye kin quit anytime ye want, ye ken.>
To: Channah From: Kamon Waterhouse
Channah darling, it's Kamon! How are you and your gorgeous friend doing? You don't happen to know a Silas Grant, do you?
To: Kamon Waterhouse From: Channah
how did you get this number
My agent did! I just found out that I'm playing him in that live-action movie I told you guys about! Cool, huh? Do you know what he's like?
your parents never loved you, kill yourself
Kamon: -plaintive- That doesn't sound like a yes.
Rockstar: -narrows his eyes- <A wouldn't chance it.>
Kamon: It was worth a try.
-Baby's First Truthnfiction.org Trawl-
-several hours later-
Rockstar: -pats his unresponsive face- <...How ye holdin up? Kam?>
Kamon: ... ... ... -shakes himself all at once and takes a deep breath- Sorry. Got some. Henry Parker flashbacks.
Rockstar: -leans over his shoulder- <Whae the fook is 23Js?>
Kamon: DON'T LOOK AT IT
-after all the nonsense-
Kamon: -is sitting in a 5-star hotel room in Motostoke, staring at the living room, which is now a disaster zone with printed out news reports on Team Asimov, photographs of the J-Team, spaceship building models, notebooks filled with his own in-character brainstorming and transcriptions of online astronomy lectures, giant hardback books with fancy colorized pictures of stars and galaxies, scientific papers about extraterrestrial life, sketches of sci-fi-themed facemasks, and a 'Bitches Love Nebulas' t-shirt- ...
Rockstar: <No bad fer, what? Four days?>
Kamon: .................. -puts his head in his hands- This movie's gonna suck.
Rockstar: <Like it wasny obvious before?>
Kamon: There is no way this is not going to be the [Avatar: TLA] of 2020. Except worse, because the source material is [Avatar] to begin with. I'm going to be laughed out of every serious stage production for years even if I get this character right. Especially if I get this character right. -thrusts the latest version of the script at Rockstar- I'm going to be remembered for Parker and this rubbish sandwich right here.
Rockstar: <A mean a dinny see they problem. Ye were in tha Sharpednado fillem and thit was a busload ae dippit shite n ye survived. At least, that's whae am told.>
Kamon: -lifts his head- God I love my job. -grins and begins riffling through his notes-
Edited by Metanoia on Feb 5th 2020 at 6:57:31 AM
Logan: -entering- Hello!
Professor Sonia: -startle- Waugh! Who're you?
Logan: -holding out a handshake- Ranger Logan, Ranger Regions. I sent you an email?
Abilene: Whatever happened to me first?
Addie: -scampering past- <Not patronizing, hey?>
Professor Sonia: Oh, right!
I definitely, definitely read tha—
-there's the crash of something, maybe a delivery of Berries gone awry but possibly an intruder, and Yamper runs out-
Professor Sonia: -reaching after his direction- Yamper!
Logan: -cheery, flourish- I'll track him down, never you fear.
-they flip and pose in an undefinable yet cheesy way-
Logan: -Styler On- Mission Start!
Addie: -pose!- Pachirisu!
-and they race out the door-
Hiro: -headtilt- ...is that how Rangers do....any task?
Megan: I...probably? The pose was cool.
Professor Sonia: I appreciate the assistance... ^^;
-labcoat sweep- Anyways! I know why you're here!
-hands outstretched- Pokedexes, please! ^_^
-they produce a fourth-, fifth-, and sixth-generation Pokedex among them-
Professor Sonia: -accepting them- Excellent!
-turn- Now all we need to do is install the proper…
-she rummages in a desk drawer for some components-
Professor Sonia: Get these connections, get the drive...
-blink- ...oh, that's interesting—you've already updated yours, miss—?
Megan: Megan! And, uh, yeah? Is, is that a problem…?
Professor Sonia: -pleased, turning back around- Oh, not at all—just saves me a step and most of a chip.
Here you all are!
Professor Sonia: -clap- Now, starter time!
Megan: U-um, actually—
Professor Sonia: -pulling up a PP Max slide- The Water-type! Sobble!
Megan: oh my gosh
Professor Sonia: -next slide- The Grass-type! Grookey!
Megan: wait wait wait
Professor Sonia: -next next slide- The Fire-type! Scorbunny!
Hiro: -bright- They're adorable. c:
Professor Sonia: -click, to a slide showing all three- These are the choices you have!
-heading to a table containing three Pokeballs, as is traditional- They will be your partners in the Galar region! Partners to camp with, to battle with, to love and to cherish...
Professor Sonia: -spread gesture, smile- Now, which would you like?
Hiro: -glance- …
Megan: -...glance?- ...
Logan: -door jingle- And that's Mission Compl—
Megan: -looking at the little Pokeball in her cupped hands- Drums are the best, aren't they?
Hiro: -holding another- Oh, I'm fond of the little teary one. I can't wait to watch her grow.
Abilene: -flipping a hand holding another- Pfff, have you seen the feet on this one? Kick the tails of either of the others, easy.
Megan: -waving it- Why feet? This one comes with a stick! A stick!! That's a deadly wooden weapon, and it's only gonna grow as this one does. Watch out, Abilene.
Abilene: -turning to face her- Hah, you should know by now that wooden implements aren't everything. No, even the most finely developed tool is no match for fiery martial skill—my choice is far superior.
Megan: -point- Jock!
Logan: -...slow blink-
Sonia's Yamper: -in hands, bark- <That was fun!>
-wriggle- <Now leggo, she's looking for me.>
Professor Sonia: Yamper!
Sonia's Yamper: <Sonia!!> :PP
-Logan drops him, watches him scamper to Sonia's feet, and...scratches their head-
So much for the new boyfriend.
Rosetta: <There is a truth to this matter you will know in time.>
Jackie: -rolls her eyes- Cryptic as ever. Come on, let's find Dave and Mia.
-They head off-
Oliva: I'd have to ask my girlfriend, but I'm probably open.
Olivia: I know what I'm doing, Helga.
Edited by Umbramatic on Feb 5th 2020 at 7:24:46 AM
Well my inbox is always open. Actually that's a thought, what the hell are we gonna do for Valentines?
-Sorceress clutches her head.-
Cait Sith: <ughh...Mistress!>
-Sorceress sets her face in a grimace and leaps back.-
-Cait Sith shatters, the fragments reforming. Green hair puffs up, the face and body of this persona wrapped in a purple leafy cloak. A pair of Tsareena legs stick out as the persona stands on the ground.-
Demeter: "I am Demeter, harvest goddess. And you, Plutus, have disappointed me."
-Amphirite repeats her attack, another Moonblast fired like a Wave Beam.-
-Guardian switches from Excalibur to Puck, the Eevee-costumed Mimikyu Playing Rough with Changeling.-
Shaun: "So when is the ceremony?"
-Isbrand shrugs and scratches behind her shiny Zigzagoon's ears.-
Isbrand: "Who's a good little raccoon?"
Miku: <I AM!>
"Given recent events my first answer is jam session," she said, inadvertently placing a hand on the keyboard's key, creating a dissonance that caused her to jump.
"But if it'll just be us two... I mean, we could go out for a proper dinner. Maybe. Given..." she trailed off, holding the remaining few bites of her sandwich.
Find a fancy restaurant, get a good dinner and then just wander out into the city and see where the night music takes us.
-There's that confident, charming smile-
Given what though, dear?
-Ian and Evelyn wake up refreshed.-
Me: *yawns* That was a good nap!
Evelyn: *yawns* I feel better already!
Me: Hey, Kim. Did we miss anything?
Kim: "Oh, nothing much, really... except I had a bit of a panic attack and started crying my eyes out. Oh, and Rever broke his guitar."
"Oh, nothing. Just that I've kinda got food on the mind.
"But everything else sounds just as nice."
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