motostoke

Violet: A pokemon who I'm quite close with got kidnapped by some costumed crooks a couple days ago...

-you know that thing where you're not paying attention to a spoken sentence and then your name pops up-

Megan: -head swiveling under a raincoat, like a hydrophobic ghost- ...Every? Is that you? ToT

-Byleth is openly weeping, to which she reacts with mostly vague, bland curiosity-

Byleth: -silent, catching a tear on a fingernail- …?

Vee: -leaking- <Aha!>

-reabsorbing, sniffle- <So it was surface tension, after all.> ,.3

Pippy: -only slightly hyperventilating- <Do you ever think of how small things are sometime and just> ;v;

Vee: -leaking further- <That's my secret, cap'n, 'm always cryin'.> ~_

Pippy: -groundflop- <brie noooooooo> ;v;

Fraidy: -also crying (unrelatedly)- <aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa> DX

-Megan stumbles blindly vaguely in the Memitos' direction, crying wheeeeeeeee-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Feb 9th 2020 at 3:23:51 PM

Motostoke, outside the Stadium

Oracle: <Oh. I see.>

-he slides down from Ever's shoulder, scampering over to the other Sobble-

<Hello!>

Ever: I haven't cried this much in weeks and that in and of itself feels worrying. ;_;

Brie: I feel like I'm doing something wrong by taking a break from work even though there's no more work really. ;_;

PEFE!Every: Hi, Megan! How are you?

Galar Route 4, past

Channah: -running- Little cretins...

Galar Route 3, today

Kamon: -walking alongside Mattimeo,who's wearing a cute green sweater and a beanie- Ahh, good thing I wore my jacket. Hm?

Wild Male Sizzlipede: -attempting to Wrap Kamon's leg, but is too smol-

Kamon: Awww, he's hugging me! -bends down and gently peels off the bug- And what are you up to, mate?

Sizzlipede: -squeaks and throws a Smokescreen at Kamon's face, which just makes him sneeze-

Mattimeo: <He won't be long for this world. Just like me.>

Kamon: <3 You're adorable! Oh, hey, stay still! I have get a picture of me catching you!

-cue much wiggling and awkward phone angles-

Kamon: -looking at the ball with the Sizzlipede inside- Cheesethief! That's a good name.

Mattimeo: <Dont get too attached. We'll probably step on him by accident.>

Edited by Metanoia on Feb 9th 2020 at 4:22:29 AM

Megan: -to Pef, sobbing- Pretty good! Tu T

-sniffle- Dddid you see the Wild Area? It's got some neat stuff and I've got no idea how it, like—the weather!

Fraidy: -greet'd- [-<aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]-hallo> ;-;?

Vee: -oozing concernedly over- <...y'all desperately need therapy, an' like...a break from everythin'.> ._

-nudge- <Not like us, huh, Meg?>

Megan: … :D

Vee: <...> .3

Another Tear: -pop-

Megan: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing here and I'm afraid to find out ;-;

Pippy: <I paper over nameless anxieties with the stonemason's equivalent of baking people cookies> ;v;

Vee: <'m terrified of losin' what i have to somethin' scarier than me, an' I compensate by fillin' the void of the confidence I used to have with bluster an' aimless threats of violence> ;u

-and Pippy pops up and tries to give Ever and Brie a very teary hug-

Byleth: -idly- ...the last time I cried this hard was when my father died.

Motostoke, outside the stadium

PEFE!Every: (ignoring everyone sobbing and hugging) The weather is definitely interesting. I'm trying to figure out if it has something to do with the "dens" and the high concentrations of energy in the area.

Ever: (sob) I'm sorry for your loss Cubone ;_;

Brie: (sob) All of you deserve so much better ;_;

Oracle: -raising his crest a little, in greeting- <I'm Oracle. Who are you?>

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Feb 9th 2020 at 1:47:24 AM

Route 4, yesterday

Maybe insulting them is not the best course of action!

-The commotion attracts a bunch of angry wild Elektrike-

Elektrike: -Nipping at our heels- <Stay out of our territory!>

-Before turning their attention to the Galarian Meowth and the cats and dogs turn it into a Big Ball of Violence-

Guess I'll take that distraction.

Turffield, today

-Sits around the Pokémon Center-

Chased by angry mons, at least there wasn't a Lickitung smashing me all the place with its tongue.

Byleth: -headtilt- I got used to it.

-and she pats Ever on the head- :c

Pippy: -wails- <You deserve the w o r l d . . .> !^!

Megan: -sob, hugging everyone to herself- I'm gonna p r o t e c t if I gotta oh yeah, is that what those beams of light were? ;o;

Vee: -drinking tears- ;T;

Megan: -sniffle, hand to chin- I do actually have some notes on the energy-propagation/atmosphere-conversion effect of the weather moves, maybe they act like...fountains, that do the same thing, but...persistent? The beams looked pretty high-energy from a distance… ;~;

(-tfw you're having a good cry and half your brain takes off on a random subject tangent-)

Fraidy: -wiggling her crest, by way of response- <I'm Fraidy. Oracle's a neat name.>

Motostoke, outside the stadium

Ever: Oh my gosh you're so cute

-they pet Byleth back-

PEFE!Every: Oh, that's an interesting hypothesis. Have you observed any particular patterns?

Brie: ...Uh, yeah, actually, that does sound really interesting.

-they've calmed down some-

So, um, what brings you all here?

Oracle: <Thanks. Yours isn't bad either.>

Kwan Industries

Scott: Well, glad to hear that, Ms. Evelyn. I trust that you'll do your sponsors proud. Please, make yourselves at home.

Scott proceeds to grab a few papers and a box from his desk and hands them to Ian.

Scott: These are for you, mister—uh, never mind. My cousin told me to just call you Ian. The official Kwan Industries uniform is in the box. Priscilla informed me that you did your own tailoring so you are welcome to adjust it as you see fit... provided the logos remain visible. It's made of wooloo fabric, so we'll point you to the specialist haberdasher for equipment. Just fill these papers in with the requisite details and we'll have it processed on your behalf.

[NHS]

Dave: We're on recon duty. Repeatedly this timeline has shown events of interest to the IDPD, well beyond the criminals it harbors.

Across the room, a lady dressed in a steampunk [Victorian] outfit waves at them.

Theodora, obnoxiously: Hello, David.

Dave: Don't mind her, she's in witness protection.

Jonathan: Also, this timeline matches with our own past that we are sent here to purchase items of interest. The doughnuts in the break room? They're from here. And earlier we were going to buy [chicken strips] from Crispy Fried Kitchen. And maybe a Happy Meal for Deputy Captain Memito.

Dave notices a petulant tone in the Rotom's speech synthesizer.

Dave: Are you still upset that they vetoed the idea of getting doughnuts from [Tim Hortons] instead of Yonut like we usually do?

Jonathan: I'm just saying a little variety wouldn't hurt once in a while, eh.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Feb 9th 2020 at 7:33:04 PM

Turffield

Daydre jumps and reflexively swats in Merlin's direction.

"GAH"

Kazma: <You didn't hear him coming?>

"I don't have hypersensitive rabbitmon ears!"

Motostoke, Kwan Industries Office

Evelyn: Thank you, Mr. McSweeney, I'm sure I will.

Me: Alright, now where did I put my... Ah yes!

-Ian pulls his lucky pen from his backpack and fills out the requisite information and signs his name on the dotted line.-

Byleth: -taken aback- • _ •

Eiddwen: -wagging tail- <Right??>

Byleth: -blinks, slowly-

-and this battle-hardened warrior wearing the soul of an academic on their sleeve smiles-

Megan: Ooooh, I have!

-recollecting- I was up once, kinda stargazing, and it seemed like the beams all changed at the same time the weather did. The clouds just came together in front of me and it started pouring, and when I looked there wasn't a pink beam anywhere, and I thought there was before.

But it was also kinda late and I might've just dreamed the whole thing, I get kinda delirious late at night.

...or if you're talking about the weather moves, I think it's neat how they cancel each other out usually. There's a limited resource pool they draw from? Like, maybe that's why there's usually only one at once, in the sky or on the ground.

Pippy: -tired of sniff, gathers a radiant wind in his feathers, and just blows the rest of the tear mist away-

Megan: -watching- There's a method by which Defog outright nullifies half of the big environment moves, too. Which might suggest ties to the way certain other moves keep working?

The kind Pippy was taught didn't do it at first, but then we came back and it turns out there's a thing you can do where it gets rid of Terrain.

Fraidy: -timidly- <Thanks.>

-and she kinda shimmies a little-

Vee: -to Brie- <Dunno!>

<We followed Logan here, an' we were gonna hang out, but they had some business an' it's been several minutes an' they haven' come back yet!>

<We've been so bored.> ~_

Pippy: -rubbing the back of his neck, which squeaks- <Honestly, I think we just kinda followed the J-Team here. So I guess we're touristing?>

<What brings y'all here, actually?>

Edited by Asterisk395 on Feb 9th 2020 at 7:06:57 AM

The Walking Mountain, Bottom Stratum

-Big Dom had believed that be had developed a fair sense of time, considering that Golurk tend to live for periods of time better used in the context of geographic features rather than the lifespan of his companions, but even he thought that the last week dragged on for several months. Over the last several days, Selene had used her feminine wiles to get information on nearly every mining crew save the one that, unfortunately, her contact had been of the incorrect orientation. Ajax had to help with that one. After that, convincing the neutral crews to their side had hit a bit of a snag when one of them was deposed and their replacement had nearly stabbed Dune at the peace talk. Key word being "nearly".-

-After that, the two blatantly hostile crews had refused to even accept the tried and true method of removing a hostile force that was trial by champion. They wanted to go down in a massive gang war or not at all. This caused Dune no small amount of frustration - they just had to run into an opponent with enough sense to not walk right into Dune's waiting, sharpened claws, but with enough pride to reject all diplomacy. Dom, meanwhile, was using his abilities to scout out the stratum above theirs. What he found concerned him. Or rather, what he didn't find. Although the entire next stratum was hollow, save for support beams thick enough to be considered the fingers of Buddha, there was no way up to the next inhabited level other than a single suspension elevator used for supplies. Aside from himself, Garuda, and occasionally Selene, there was nobody in the entire budding resistance movement who could reach that level without the elevator. And before Dom could even think of reaching that elevator to see the controls, a whole flying v of those hovering robots flew past.-

-It was the perfect defense corridor, a veritable no man's land, but vertical instead of horizontal. They'd need to rethink their plans.-

The Walking Mountain, Top Stratum

Deziree: Zhu Li! Do the thing!

-With a determined yank, the assistant flipped the breaker on the anti-grav capacitor, and the entire array of hover panels lit up like a suddenly awoken school of Chinchou.-

Deziree: Woo!

-The celebrating woman jumped from the suspended hull of her prospective air skipper onto the hovering panel, and aside from a small stutter while it accommodated for her sudden weight, the panel stayed both steady and airborne.-

Zhu Li: Woo! Hover sisters!

Deziree: Hover sisters!

-The two started chanting, as a third figure snapped her pencil looking at just how successful these 'stupid upstarts' were by themselves.-

The GM House

-Vinegar scratched her head. She'd looked for a simple hoverscooter engine, but all she could find was an old hovercycle engine made for one-wheelers over a decade ago.-

-She threw up her hands. Oh well! Guess this ride is gonna have some extra oomph to it. She'd need to handle the balance a little, she reminded herself. Ludmilla may be psychic, but she can't just do that Jedi thing and pilot stupid dangerous vehicles like they can in the movies.-

-Vinegar then got an idea.-

Galar Route 4, past

Channah: -watching the gang violence with minor awe- Well how was I supposed... Dang. Galar mons are something else. -leaves at Jack's prodding-

???: -quiet ernie laugh-

-a Milcery is hanging onto the back of her jacket, swinging with the wind-

Male Milcery: <hehehehe...>

Turffield, today

Channah: I think I got nipped by an Electrike. -interrupted by quiet ernie laugh behind her back- ...Do you hear something?

Turffield

-To Channah-

Luckily Galar doesn't have rabies so you don't have to worry about that at least-Sudden laughing-Oh, that's a Milcery on your back.

Motostoke, Outside the Stadium

Ever: You're very swe— hang on, you're not a Cubone.

-they wipe their eyes-

Ever: Wait, who are you?

Oracle: -shimmies in return- <Your trainer's awfully tall.>

-PEFE!Every, meanwhile, is dutifully taking notes on everything Megan says, with a second pen floating alongside to annotate them-

PEFE!Every: That would tally with what I've read. I'm mostly not a meteorologist myself, though I did meet one the other day; she was interesting.

Cytosol: <I think she was lost.>

PEFE!Every: She did seem to be. Anyway, I can cross-check what you're saying against the prevailing science when I have a minute, or you could! Maybe there's a paper in it!

-the possibility of Megan publishing something appears to have her more excited than anything that has occurred since Megan has met her-

Brie: (to Vee and Pippy) Well, I'm touring. Taking a break.

Tara: <A well-earned one!>

-Brie looks sheepish as she pets Tara-

Brie: I like to think so...uh, Ever and Every are doing the Gym Challenge. Every's not super happy about it, but we all agreed it's a good idea even if I don't think it'll work out.

Ever: I'm hoping we can find her a rival.

Brie: Have you tried Kindl?

Ever: I don't think that'd work out well.

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Feb 10th 2020 at 9:01:26 AM

Stormchaser, Room 713

"Y'know," Curtis started as he practiced a basic drum rhythm. "These past few months have been pretty satisfying, all things considered."

"Yeah, from patching the sky to Shadow Cast, it's kind of nice just being able to do things," Colton agreed as he plucked his guitar's strings subconsciously. "Although mostly it just stems from my ability to have an impact."

"OUR ability," Curtis corrected, striking the crash cymbal before throwing in a few experimental triplets.

"Right, of course, you're valued, but I don't want that to detract from me, you know? I pulled my weight, you pulled yours, but just because you pulled more than me doesn't mean I didn't pull any."

"No, of course not. Bad wording on my behalf."

"Ah, don't sweat it. Anyway."

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5-and!"

Turffield

Channah: -reaches around and grabs at her back, then makes a face- Sticky... -brings the thing she grabbed around to the front, which oozes around her hand- 0_o

Milcery: <Henlo.>

Channah: -rudywade.gif- The fuck?

Milcery: <Hellos, I ams Andy! We ams friends now. Captkchures please and thanks you. Hehehehehehe.>

Channah: I don't -

Andy the Milcery: -oozes down her arm and opens a pokeball on her belt, releasing Korexis, and captures himself-

Korexis: <Hey!>

Channah: Hey!

Edited by Metanoia on Feb 9th 2020 at 9:59:23 AM

Turffield

-To Channah-

They're Fairy-types, normally all-female, and very good for baking, in fact it's believed that a Milcery picking your patisserie is a sign of guaranteed success and good fortune.

This one's a bit... weird though.

Turffield

Channah: I'll fucking say. -getting out an extra ball for Korexis- Well Mari will be happy to hear that. -beat- I hope they're not getting into trouble. Anyway.

Turffield

-Still going on-

And then with some spinning Whipping the cream, get it? and a sweet topping they'll evolve into Alcremie.

Turffield

Channah: Huh. -twirls the ball on her finger- That... makes sense, but it's still a weird way to evolve.

Turffield

-Still talking-

The main components are topping, time of day, spin direction, and spin duration, that determines the type of Alcremie you get, there's about 9 varieties, not counting the difference in sweet topping.

Motostoke

-Isbrand adjusts something in her hologram projection from her arm mounted computer.-

Shaun: "What are you doing?"

Isbrand: "Bike schematics. Need a new one for the Wild Area."

-Shaun blows a raspberry and grabs his phone.-