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Edited by rmctagg09 on Feb 8th 2020 at 6:41:40 AM
Channah: Yeah. It's go-time.
-And out comes a Meowth, albeit not the sort I'm used to-
Turffield Pokemon Center
Aspen: -Wiggles Poke Toy in front of Arrokuda-
Arrokuda: <Aim carefully and... FIRE!> -She hits the Poke Toy-
-They keep repeating untill Arrokuda is 2 hearts friendship and Aspen puts the toy away and pulls out the TR's for Liquidation, Psychic Fangs, and Poison Jab-
Aspen: "I have some new moves for you!"
Arrokuda: <Oh nice! Hopefully there good moves.>
Arrokuda learned Liquidation, Psychic Fangs, and Poison Jab!
-The TR's broke when Aspen used them-
Edited by AspenKarch on Feb 8th 2020 at 6:19:10 AM
Channah: o_o Puffy boy.
Hitodama: <Isn't this one of those Galarian Meowth, the ones you said the [Vikings] bred?>
Yup, a bit more aggressive than the Kantonian and Alolan Meowths, also pure Steel-type.
Galarian Meowth: -Paces back and forth, hissing, but not quite committing to trying to attack-
You wanna try catching it?
Channah: Pure Steel? Eh. Not really. -eyes it with some distaste-
Galarian Meowth: -Seeing the look on Channah's face- <Angrep!>
-And a bunch of other, even angrier looking Galarian Meowth also start coming out of the grass, teeth and claws bared-
Channah: .-. ...Remember when I said it's go-time?
-To Channah, as the Galarian Meowth start trying to close the circle around us-
Yeah, let's go.
-And immediately starts running-
-Gulduar perks up at Rage's words for some reason before prodding Rakash in the shoulder, prompting a swap over to Orpheus for healing purposes-
-Mimic is continuing their usual tactic of trying to eat everything. Anthem does what she can to help-
Lydia: <No! You can't do that!>
-The stone puppy physically interposes herself between the Mimikyu and the device, taking a lot of damage in the process-
Monos: <I will take that.>
-The tree pokemon snatches up the device and takes a defensive posture-
Monos: <Though... How does it work?>
Φ: <Toss a ball in it then just like a regular capture!>
-Gygax takes the initiative to grab a random pokeball (Luxury) from Pent's bag and with a small jump dunk it into the Snag Machine-
Gygax: <'Ey, catch!>
-He ribbons the ball out of the device and flings it to Jammer who catches it between it's magnets-
Jammer: <Magnetic rail firing.>
-And with a sound of electrical discharge, the ball is sent flying at Pride faster than a regular throw-
H. G. Cross: Wait... Dave? Jonathan? I'm saved! You guys have got to help me!
Dave, saluting: We could try to get you back to HQ for treatment or we can go to the nearest hospital. Recovery time's gonna be a bitch but we'll get there much faster. How's that sound?
Dave points him to his shunter-powered car.
Dave: We thought you were a goner, sir. The Signaljammers took Captain Macraul hostage and forced him to defect. And with you gone, the defeat felt even more humiliating than usual. We may have gotten some intel data out of it but come on! I don't think losing a capital ship was worth that!
Edited by MasterJayAM on Feb 10th 2020 at 2:29:44 AM
Me: Oh! It's so nice to meet you, Mr. McSweeney! I'm Ian, and this is my friend, Evelyn.
Evelyn: It's such a pleasure to meet you.
-Evelyn looks over at the sleeping Wooloo.-
Evelyn: Is that...?
-Evelyn goes to check her Pokédex using telekinesis. The picture shown on the 'Dex is of a normal Wooloo.-
Evelyn's Pokédex: Wooloo, the Sheep Pokémon. A Normal type. Its curly fleece is such an effective cushion that this Pokémon could fall off a cliff and stand right back up at the bottom, unharmed. If its fleece grows too long, Wooloo won't be able to move. Cloth made with the wool of this Pokémon is surprisingly strong.
Evelyn: This Wooloo's wool is black... Does that mean it's a Shiny Pokémon?
"Alright then, Hayden, please start drafting things if you would," Arthur said.
The Golurk was already writing away, <This will take some time but will be well worth the effort.>
Arthur gave Olivia a nod, "I'll get in contact once it's ready."
Silas coughed and sputtered for air as he rubbed his neck as Knight was struck with the throat chop, Knight at least being quick enough to guard against the bubble beam with his shield.
"I'm not a Knight in shining armor Changeling. I'm a Black Knight, a foreboding omen, a sign of death."
Silas took a deep breath, "Okay, just gotta dig through my arsenal of moves."
"It's a lot of physical attacks, you're a physical kind of guy."
"You don't need to remind me, I already know because you're me."
"It's more entertaining this way."
Silas sighed and then recalled, "Okay. Let's do it this way."
Knight let out a low rumbling laugh as he resummoned his sword, the blade flickered now, coated with a dark ethereal aura that seemed to sap the life out of everything around it.
"You know the moveset of the Lucario is pretty broad-"
"I'm more a riolu-"
"You're using moves I know, I'm counting Lucario for now... so. I have some fun ones lined up... first up, Shadow Claw."
Knight swung right for Shadow Robinson with the shadowed blade.
Halis has set up a camp, complete with a "fireplace"... said fireplace being an electronic one plugged into the ground.
Halis: "Ahh... so refreshing. Nothing like a good fire on a chilly night."
Asterios: <This really... shouldn't work.>
Halis: "Oh, shoosh, of course it works. Why'dya think I did it, after all? 'Cause I'm smart and read guides online from verified sources, like, uh..."
They check their PDA to make sure they're reading the name right.
Halis: "xXCampMastrr97Xx. That sounds like a reputable name, right?"
Asterios: <...At least it isn't Merlin...>
He sighs, and Halis puts the PDA away, enjoying the warmth. Anyone is free to join them in this moment of peace and/or possible confusion.
-Sorceress darts across the field, Demeter sending a Heal Pulse at Nemean Lion as Sorceress puts her hand on Royal's shoulder.-
Sorceress: "You're no good to me dead, baby. Can't throw your second chance away, right?"
-She looks into his eyes, her own sincere and caring.-
Sorceress: "We're not just fighting for ourselves. We're fighting for our friends, our loves. We can't lose anyone else. No one gets hurt. Not even me."
Good, Lizzy. You're learning. Now kill this bitch.
-Puck flies next to Nemean Lion and laughs, Playing Rough as he swings his fae knife through the shadows.-
-Amphirite begins a Round, the fae-infused soundwaves reverbrating.-
-the wires don't seem to do a lot, but they're remarkably resilient-
-apparently, PEFE!Every shops at the same store of every Pokemon movie villain ever-
PEFE!Every: ...I suppose that's to be expected.
-she heads to her lab bench, and begins fiddling with various chemicals and bottles that appear to be...just, there-
PEFE!Every: Please, Carna. If you have any information that will help me here, I would love to hear it.
Brie: So that's your starter?
Ever: Yeah. His name's Oracle.
-they hold up their arm, which Oracle is crawling around on-
Oracle: <Does she understand me too?>
Ever: We all do. Except possibly Zebub.
Zebub: <Scorbunny's a good pick for you, Ever. You don't have very many Fire-types, and it fills an important typing niche.>
Brie: Hey, are you okay?
-she reaches out a hand to Oracle, who tilts his head in confusion, causing the tears running down his face to flow diagonally-
Oracle: <I'm fine.>
Brie: Ever, he's crying.
Oracle: <I have a condition. Don't anthropomorphize me.>
Brie: Uh, okay.
Ever: Well, this is...open.
Brie: You seem unimpressed.
Ever: I dunno. It's pretty, and all.
Oracle: -crawling onto Ever's head- <That Lucario looks pretty close.>
Ever: Relax, Brie's here.
Brie: You can bodyguard yourself.
Ever: Do it for the kids, Brie.
PEFE!Every: There is a greater variance of both species and stage than one would normally expect. Ordinarily, stronger Pokemon tend to cluster into certain locations. There are essays about this and how it affects societal development, but the phenomenon appears at least partially recessive here.
Brie: ...Well, okay then.
Ever: ...Right. Well, uh.
-they eye the Lucario, which is very close-
Ever: Scramble, go scare it off.
Ever: Oh, come on, you've got this. She's a Fighting-type.
Ever: You don't have to.
Brie: Still not talking, huh?
Ever: I don't think it's a feature they offer? I'm just happy I've gotten them to start emoting.
-behind them, the Dreepy Swarm swirls agitatedly-
Ever: Yes, I have snacks.
Oracle: <Is this Dreepy going to be my partner?>
Ever: You bet.
-Oracle peers closely. While Scramble doesn't acknowledge him, several of the Dreepy Swarm do, flitting around him curiously-
Brie: Mmmf. I haven't caught anyone new in years Holy fuck when did I become able to refer to spans of my life in years?. (to PEFE!Every) Are you planning to expand your team?
PEFE!Every: It depends on the distribution of research articles regarding the new region. I can probably persuade Dr. Tagg to let me handle one or two.
Brie: You only catch Pokemon you're researching?
PEFE!Every: Yes. What do you do?
Brie: Generally, I catch them whenever I find out about a new mon that fits my team.
PEFE!Every: I don't really have a "fits".
Brie: And you don't evolve your mons either. What's with that?
PEFE!Every: It's usually a matter of practicality. Smaller Pokemon are often more help in the lab. Can you imagine me trying to get my work done with a Reuniclus hovering around me?
Brie: ...I guess that's fair.
Cytosol: <Besides, this way I get to hide in her coat.>
Brie: Hi, Cytosol! I didn't notice you there!
Cytosol: (smugly) <Exactly.>
Skyfire: <I miss when I could do that.>
Brie: After you set my coat on fire the first time, the novelty kind of wears off.
Skyfire: (sheepishly) <Yes.>
Cytosol: <The tail thing, is that a myth?>
Skyfire: <It's putting the cart before the horse. The flame goes out if I die, not the other way around.>
Brie: Can we not be morbid for five seconds?
PEFE!Every: Oh, look at that Corviknight.
Brie: ...Is it eating—
PEFE!Every: I think that was a Mudbray.
Brie: Poor thing.
Skyfire: <Such is life.>
Cytosol: <And also death!>
Brie: What did I just say...
Ever: Anyway, they advertised the Wild Area as this great Pokemon experience, right? "See Pokemon as never before!" Which I'm sure it is, if you're a kid just leaving home. But it's not like I can't just let my team out wherever I want to play with them.
Brie: I don't think it really has to be attractive to you specifically. It's about doing something for the first time, and knowing you could never have done it before because of limitations you'd never questioned before. Like traveling off-route, or climbing ledges.
Ever: Or transing your gender.
-PEFE!Every, who is currently watching a Blipbug scurry around at her feet, holds up a hand absently for a high-five-
Brie: Or kissing girls, yeah.
-she holds up her other hand-
Amanita: Or biking where you're not supposed to? I don't know I couldn't think of anything good
Ever: Where did you come from?
Amanita: I was setting up a camp!
Kazekage: <And I was fighting a Diggersby.>
Ever: ...Why's he out?
Brie: I happen to agree.
Amanita: Needed to change things up?
Ever: But with him?
Ever: And proud of it!
Amanita: Relax, he only attacks me, and only when I let him out.
Ever: Yeah, that's super relaxing.
Amanita: I've seen Breeze throw you higher into the air than is survivable.
Ever: ...That's different.
Ever: Moving on.
Brie: Anyway, I think it's more, like...if you're hypothetically someone seeing it for the first time, the Wild Area's probably pretty eye-opening about the wonder and splendor of the world beyond the gates of your town.
Ever: I guess. But as I'm not a video game protagonist leaving their generically-bucolic small town for a great adventure, I will remain unimpressed.
Brie: You're a joyless cynic.
Ever: (bleakly) Arf.
PEFE!Every: Are you both going to leave me hanging?
-Brie and Ever look down to see PEFE!Every still holding out both hands-
-they high-five her-
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Feb 8th 2020 at 11:03:02 AM
Daydre and Rowan are standing at the edge of town, watching the sun rise. Leftover flecks of glitter from the wedding trail off Daydre's person.
"I feel... Behind."
Rowan: -Yawning- <Hey, since when do you wake up this early?>
"I think it might be time for a montage."
Rowan: <Did you hear what I just said?>
"Oh, yeah. I didn't wake up, I've been awake for upwards of 30 hours."
Rowan: <Wait, w
Daydre leaves the premises with a sulky looking Scorbunny riding her shoulders. Sonia watches her leave with a smile and some mild concern. Rowan follows behind her with a similar expression.
Daydre is alternately enjoying the scenery and making curry while the Scorbunny (now named Kazma) is busy bickering with a random Budew. And then an Onixpops out of the aether and it is time to run-
"What do you mean I need a sponsor??"
Registration Worker: "Ma'am, did you read anything about this league before deciding to start it?"
Daydre holds up her finger, lowers it, and then leaves, defeated.
Daydre returns, brandishing her phone, upon which is displayed the slightly obfuscated ruling on the league website that there are a limited amount of non-sponsored challengers allowed per year.
The Registration Worker claps with all the sarcasm they're allowed in their 9-to-5 customer service job.
Daydre leaves wearing a league uniform with the number 13 emblazoned on the back, and another fancy new key item wristband.
Rowan: <So why'd you choose 13?>
"Iunno. It's a cool number? Bad luck, it's the fake birthdate I use whenever websites ask for it."
Rowan: <Huh. I feel like invoking bad luck might be a bad idea?>
"Eh, it'll probably be fine. Kinda wish this uniform were a different color though, white stains super easy..."
Rolycoly: <Please'm, the foreman'll have my arse if I don' deliver my quota!>
Daydre tilts her head, befuddled. Kazma grips her head harder to keep from slipping off his position on her shoulders.
"I didn't know people talked like that..? Also do child labor laws apply to Pokemon?"
Kazma: <...They don't, dunno what's up with this bugger. And ask someone else about that other one.>
Rolycoly: <Take me wit' you, please!>
Daydre, still confused, taps him with a Pokeball.
Daydre and co. are taking a leisurely stroll through the mines. Daydre decides to call the Rolycoly Bartholomew, Bartholomew eats a rock, Kazma, against his better judgement, imitates him and starts choking, Daydre very quickly has to figure out how to perform the heimlich on a one foot tall rabbit creature. Fun times!
"... And we're done!"
Rowan: <I'm scared to ask how you invoked that.>
"I didn't. Honestly was not expecting that to do anything."
Kazma: <Invoked what?>
Rowan: <The.. The montage?>
Bartholomew: <Izzat one of those foods only rich people eat?>
"Oh no, a montage is like a series of short scenes that are arranged to make it seem like time is passing."
Rowan stares at the ground, defeated. He's not entirely sure by what.
"We've still got a ways to go, but this is where things actually get interesting!" Travis said with a hint of growing enthusiasm as the party would find themselves finally leaving the cavern tunnel and being teleported a short distance into what appeared to be a stone hallway with occasional hieroglyphics depicting various water pokemon found out in the ocean. Interestingly enough despite the Submerged Citadel being completely underwater, the interior was rather dry, with only the scent of salt and ambient noise of current flowing around the Citadel reminding everyone where they were. There was the occasional wall-mounted torch which helped serve to highlight where the party was supposed to go.
"Always wondered who kept the torches lit, probably the random enemies that live in this citadel...for some reason. Expect the usual mons you'd find exploring any sort of ruins," Travis then told the S3 before leading the way through.
Dave, his pokémon, and Cross wait in line. It's kind of awkward and loooong. But it's free.
Dave: I don't suppose you have any business to attend to back home? I'm so sorry about what they did to your insurance. I informed HR on the way here. They should be happy to have you back... once you've fully recovered.
Dave had earlier received a message from the higher ups putting him in charge of Lt. Cross' care and rehabilitation until his recovery.
Scott: Oh, yes. You've seen sleepy little Timmy. Cute little buggers, aren't they? The entire region once made a mint in the middle ages selling their wool across [Europe]. But enough about textiles and wooloo.
He turns to Evelyn.
Scott: Would you be applying for the sponsorship as well?
Edited by MasterJayAM on Feb 9th 2020 at 7:19:29 PM
Evelyn:Not really. I already have a sponsorship from the Saffron City Gym Leader. I just came here to cheer Ian on.
-the Styler shield protects against a lot-
-lightning strikes, high-velocity impacts, even direct blasts from Pokémon themselves-
-being grasped in an extremity, however, and wrenching up and down—that's a bit deleterious to the underlying structures-
Logan: -gritting teeth into a grin- wHhy, J Evil—
-and Logan's Stylerin' arm is ripped clean off but they take the pain and face the future with a fierce confidence to match-
Honestly, I didn't expect to get this far.
-projecting- Brainstorm with me.
(Break the cycle.)
-looking around- (Convince him to fight, this looks bad.)
(Set him free!)
(Whoever brought him here's gonna be a problem.)
(He doesn't wanna be chained down, do what you did for us.)''
Say something real.
Logan: -mind racing- —bring them to me. While they remain your problem, they could bring you back into their loop—by making them ours instead, the chaos—
-grin, breathless- —the chaos will shield you. So many more lovely variables, all confounding, all weighted in your favor—we spin together through the chaos, and so we keep each other free. Yes, blast their efforts, and bring them to us.
Addie: -picking up the thread with a grin, as Logan starts issuing directions- <We'll join you, Jevil. The very first time that we'll break these fetters together—>
-Jevil's eagerness is reflected in their own faces-
Logan: -taking a bow- I'm thrilled. Pokémon—
-and acting on instinct, Phoebe and Deim Agilely zip through the fray, looking for anyone suitably evil-Trainerly or commanding-
(-they don't even steal anything, mostly-)
Luxor: -throwing off sparks- <Here we go again.>
Logan: -now astride her- Gotta break a few cycles to make something new.
-beam alight, to Jevil- After you?
-and likely spends the rest of the day doing fun things, (or possibly nothing, which is fun)-
Megan: Good talk. ^^;
-Fraidy's crying, tears the size of grapes rolling down her face-
Megan: oh geez oh geez oh geez
-and going flumph-
Vee: -stare- <...>
-to Pippy, pointing at a cry-lump- <How viscous are these things?>
Pippy: -rubbing his chin- <Not sure if it's that or surface tension. Maybe we can tell the difference if we try to pop it?>
Fraidy: -waving...paws? flippers? appendages?- <Don't pop!>
Pippy: <Ahh, okay. Still—feel anything, Vee?>
Vee: <Mhhh, too much "someone else" in it to spawn in offhand, an' drinkin' the tears of my friends is a bit too villain-y, even for me.>
Pippy: <Wh—you drink my tears all the time!>
Vee: <Drinkin' the tears of my new friends is too villainy! Old friends're basically jus' like enemies you trust with yer life an' get along pretty well with.>
Pippy: -metallic scritch- <That sounds...needlessly adversarial.>
Vee: -shrug- <Eh.>
Pippy: <Maybe that guy can tell us.>
-and he points across the room to where a glowing red hemispherical bug floats-
Vee: <...I dunno, they kinda give me the willies.>
Orbeetle: -distantly- <...>
Megan: -stares back-
-Megan's fallen asleep on a bench-
-Byleth roasts a sausage on a stick over Eiddwen's tail-
-Megan's suffering from neck pain on a bench-
-Vee's pressing an Aqua Ring into Megan's bench-sore shoulder blades-
Megan: -yawn- How long've we been here...?
Pippy: -juggling, Sobble-tears hovering in a slow orbit over his claws- <About twenty minutes.>
Byleth: -stare- ...
Pippy: -back to Fraidy- <See, now what you want to do here is take the water, feel it in your mind. For some reason, setting it spinning makes it easier to manipulate.>
Fraidy: -stare- <...ohhh?>
Pippy: -gentle- <Over there, what Vee's doing, is another part. Absorbing life force from the atmosphere, that's a treat. Think it's related to condensation, the role of water in biology, maybe...>
-shaking out of the tangent- <But today, we're gonna start with the physics. Give it a try?>
Fraidy: -staring at her flippers- <...>
-she takes the small nest of tears that's accumulated around her, and starts concentrating at it-
Megan: -from the sidelines- ...for me, it kinda helps if you kinda...
-gesturing indefinably- ...get the juice flowing, in your mind...? Picture, like...the flow.
Fraidy: -frowny-psychic-face- <...rrrrrgh...>
Pippy: -continuing his orbit demonstration, patiently- <Relax. You've got time.> ^v^
-back to Vee- <In the meantime, can we talk about the enemy thing? I think I kinda get it, except also probably kinda not really.>
Vee: <Oh, y'know! Like, there's the banter, an' the knowin' each other thin', down t'like the rhythm of the fight, an' the monologues an' the one-uppy an' all the wantin' to impress...>
Pippy: <...honestly, it just sounds like making enemies makes you—> •v•
Vee: -oscillating- <Aaaaugh! Shut UP—!!>
-and she tackles him-
-his claws being full, he naturally throws his flippers up and keeps most of a grip-
Byleth: -chewing on a sausage-
-one Sobble-tear sails through the air, arcing high overhead—-
Fraidy: -fraidy- <oh no oh no>
-and plummeting to splat in the middle of a small crowd-
Megan: -raising a finger- —
-and with the punch of a hundred onions 1 Galaran Pokédex the tear bursts into a finely chopped mist-
Megan: -retracts the finger-
Megan: -digs for a jacket to hide under-
Pippy, Vee: .^. ._
-and that's where they're, inadvisably, open for interaction-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Feb 9th 2020 at 1:57:57 PM
Merlin: -suddenly near Daydre- That montage was impressive!
H. G. Cross: Yeah... say, what are you two doing here? I know there's SOME things of interest in this timeline but the last two... backfired. And I don't remember anything of concern in this region.
???: What's the sign for?
Brie: You didn't need to fight that Lucario.
Ever: It was good practice. Pef should have helped.
PEFE!Every: Your belligerence is your own problem.
Ever: It's hardly belligerence! She wanted a fight, I gave her one.
Brie: I'm still mystified as to how you won.
Ever: Well, it would be embarrassing to lose to a wild mon, wouldn't it?
Oracle: <Still. Your directions were fairly unexpected.>
Ever: Eh, that's what happens when you train with me.
Brie: I can't help but notice we left Amanita behind.
Ever: She had the right idea. I'm sure I saw a ghost back there...
Brie: Are you going to disappear into the Wild Area and become a hermit?
Ever: In all probability.
Brie: I'll admit to not objecting.
Brie: Hey, have we lost Pef?
PEFE!Every: -sticking her head out from behind a tree- I'm fine. There are too many people here.
Brie: Oh, yeah, I get that...
Ever: Hey, come on, we gotta go register.
Brie: Ever, do you think she's going to have trouble with the challenge if she's not comfortable around a crowded street?
Ever: I've factored it into my schemes.
PEFE!Every: What are you two whispering about—
Ever: Pef, why do you have your goggles on—
Ever: ...I have regrets. ;_;
Brie: I could have died and nobody would have known. ;_; So many times. ;_;
Ever: Aaaaaa. ;_;
Oracle: <I don't know what you're talking about. This is fine.>
PEFE!Every: Oh, hey, that's Megan.
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