Motostoke

"Yeah I'd watch that movie. Anyways, see you around. C's gonna wingman for me at the local gay bar."

Lita and C waved goodbye as they walked off.

Hunter's Grounds

The Former Hunter Admin did not ease up the tension on his bow, but he didn't point it directly that the armoured individual.

"Bitch please. I'm after standing ankle deep in a lava flow and I've been chomped on by a Rathalos. What are you gonna do to me?"

Cotton: "Boss maybe we should listen to him."

"Who are you?"

Out stepped a Charizard, a Venusaur, a Feraligator, a Golurk, a Alakazam, a Tyranitar, a Noivern, and beside the amored figure, a golden Hydregion.

"My name is Delta, I'm with the guild, and I want you to come with me. The Council of 5 wants to speak to you," Delta said placing a hand on the knife at his side, "Comply and nobody needs to get hurt."

<I wish to see some pain caused,> Ghidorah admitted.

Hunter's Grounds

The Hunter formerly known as Admin scanned Delta's assembled mons, only recognizing the Tyranitar out of the line up. Sure, they were a lot smaller than what he was used to, but the monsters of this world boasted a wider array of abilities and attacked on sight. They weren't just animals, they were something more.

"Very well."

He eased up on his bow and put the arrow back in his sling.

"Y'all better be the local Guild. Come, Cotton."

Hulbury Stadium, today

Channah: -enters gym mission- It's loud in here... So what do we got. -walks up and presses a switch- Oh. One of these. This won't be hard.

-an unspecified but embarrassing amount of time later-

Channah: >:( -slightly drenched, presses the last switch- Finally. I think I liked the Wooloos better. -enters the battlefield, squeezing water out of her hair- Uh, hi.

Nessa: I don't doubt my humble mission's difficulty... Yet you cleared it. Your trainer's mind must be quite refined. But no matter what kind of plan your refined mind may be plotting, my partner and I will sink it.

Channah: No one's ever called me refined. Get out here, Ianto. -sends out a fully-evolved Low Key Toxtricity-

Ianto: -in an absurdly deep voice- <Dude.>

Nessa: -sends out Goldeen-

Channah: Shock Wave.

-Ianto strums his chest, causing a deep, eloquent bass note to ring out across the stadium and a jolt of electricity to stun the Goldeen. Goldeen uses Water Pulse in response, knocking Ianto back-

Ianto: <Bro. Dude.> -Shock Waves again, KO-ing Goldeen-

Nessa: Arrokuda, attack! -sends out Arrokuda-

Ianto: -continues to Shock Wave, resulting in a repeat of the last matchup-

Channah: -sighs- Alright, time to satisfy this crowd's bizarre size kink.

Nessa: I've been saving the best for last! -sends out Drednaw-

Channah: ...That better not be a Ground-type or I'm getting out of here. Toxic.

Ianto: -squirts sludge at Drednaw, who shudders in revulsion-

Channah: ...Thank god.

Nessa: -dynamax time-

Drednaw: < H E L L O D O W N T H E R E >

Ianto: <Bruh.>

Channah: -returns Ianto, sending out Andy- I'm gonna be so glad when you guys get stronger so I don't have to do this. Do whatever.

Andy: <Oh boys!> -floats up and Sweet Kisses Drednaw on the tip of its snout-

Drednaw: -blushes- < I A M C O N F U S E D > -hurts itself in confusion, then suffers Toxic damage-

Andy: <Was it thats bad?> -goes in for a Draining Kiss, which barely does anything- <Hows about that? Huh?>

Drednaw: -temporarily stops looking dazed and opens its mouth to use Max Geyser, instantly KO-ing Andy, who flies straight into Channah's torso-

Channah: Ow. -withdraws Andy and sends out Korexis-

-Korexis Headbutts the Drednaw for minimal damage. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Really hard-

Channah: -withdraws the fainted Korexis and sends out Ianto again as Drednaw returns to normal size- Get em. Shock Wave!

Ianto: <Duuude.> -battles Drednaw into submission, only suffering a few Rock Tombs-

Nessa: -returning Drednaw, looking disappointed- Now that I've battled you, I think I understand. You have an incredible spirit that may even be strong enough to challenge the Champion. Take this badge!

Channah: -frowns down at the badge- These are dumbest-looking badges I've ever seen, you know that? They look like a kid drew them. Or I drew them.

Ianto: <Dude, mum.> -grabs Channah by the elbow and drags her out-

Channah: What? They are!

Wasteland Of Greed, December 2019

-Nemean Lion does not like that, nope-

-He staggers back, severely in pain-

Royal: Damn... Damn it...

Motostoke

Gaius: Oh. Oh that's cool.

Cavity: <Milc!>

Turffeild, Will

Dr. Multimom: Hmmmm... When I was like, 18. Bit over the standard age but it gave me an edge.

-Thinks a bit-

Gosh... That was 70 years ago this year...

Turffeild, Elizabeth

Julius: Where are they?

Ishtar: They should hopefully be easy to spot...

Turffeild, ???

-Mog is around-

-Her Shiny Falinks is with her-

Edited by Umbramatic on Feb 29th 2020 at 3:02:54 PM

Catastrophe d'Heatran

Mercury ruptures the ground underneath the Heatran, following a gesture from Rage and Love.

Turffield

Two trainers, wearing their jerseys, are walking down the street before the shorter, female one paused, catching the sight of the Shiny Falinks' glint.

"Oh, a fellow Shiny?" She asked, not noticing Mog.

PMD-B D6

Me: This place is huge! I don't know where to start. <Sure! Go ahead.>

motostoke, past

Roger: ~Yeah, it's pretty useful.~

Turffield

-Cady has arrived in Turffield.-

Cady: Ah, what a nice place. I wonder where the gym is...

PMD-B, D6

Me: <Well... since we really don't have anywhere else to be here... Why not?>

Hulbury Stadium, Channah vs Nessa

-As Andy barrels into Channah-

Ouch.

Hulbury Stadium, now

-Just waits around-

PMD-B

/Duck/: <You lot take the tour I've got some things to check in my own files.>

-The digital duck does something that could be interpreted as a wink before phasing into the wall of the bunker-

/Duck/: <Ah, Fortran. Such a rustic language. Unfortunately all the comments are in Cyrillic. Hm.>

[Unmentioned Social Media]

Training Session Hangout

-Gale Knight sat in a camp chair just off to the left in the camera while the focus was on James and Acolyte sparring against each other-

I told you she doesn't do that whole outright worship thing. A little thank you when luck's on your side sure but it's not like there's a big ostentatious shrine.

Acolyte: <The little Bounce trick isn't going to work twice. Still a gym off a type advantage. You're weak.>

-The Taunt is successful, James looking fiercely determined while charging up a Water Pulse-

James: <I can handle it..!>

Acolyte: <Show me then.>

Hey, someone can be into luck without stealing things or gambling. Luck effects basically any part of any venture, so it's not just a dark mystery thing. Heck, a good Pokemon battle relies on a lot of luck and hope, you guys saw that in Turffield.

~A wet, splashing thump sounds out~

-Gale turns and blinks at seeing Acolyte wobble and faint after taking a fairly powerful Water Pulse-

Whoakay, gimmie a moment I need to handle this.

-She flashes a cautious smile at the camera before rushing over with a Revive-

James: <O-oh. I shouldn't of done that to a teammate...>

Hang on lemme get you two healed up.

-And James starts glowing-

Oh hey! Yeah go on and evolve then!

-She gives two thumbs-up and ducks over to tend to Acolyte as James does as said and evolves on-camera-

Wonderful! Just need to get some more battle experience into Acolyte and I'll have a pair of evoed mons going into Hulbury Gym.

Hulbury Stadium

Channah: -sees Tagg on the way out- Hey, hey! Lemme go, Tagg's right there. -disengages from Ianto's grip and strides over- Yo!

Hulbury Stadium

-To Channah-

Good job, you okay though, Andy's mostly made of cream but...

Turffield, Past

Denial can't keep up with the truth and also Daydre's fondness for not needing to pay for things.

"..I'll.. I'll just take it. Thank you."

Chateau d'Holy shit is that a heatran

"Right, so uh... Don't touch it."

Daydre summons Kaguya, who does not seem opposed to that particular plan. The Lopunny zaps Vulcanus with a Flash Cannon.

Hulbury Stadium, past

Channah: Yeah. It felt like being hit really hard by a melting marshmallow.

Wasteland of Greed

-Every attack seems to make Vulcanus's rage stronger.-

Vulcanus: <   NEVER AGAIN! I WILL NOT BE FOOLED BY HUMANITY AGAIN!   >

-In his fury, he roars. In the distance, what's hopefully still the cognitive manifestation of Mt. Battle sends up a huge burst of molten rock, which explodes far enough to rain down on the party.-

-Outlaw and Maui cringe from the burning sensation of lava on skin.-

Outlaw: Rrgh, if water's not gonna do us any good, you're gonna be taking the back seat again, Maui!

Maui: Ah, fine, bring out the other half!

-Maui dissolves into blue flame, and in his place, Ali Baba manifests.-

Ali Baba: ...So everything has been torn down.

Outlaw: Yeah. And it's time to finish razing it to the ground.

-Ali Baba nods, digging a scimitar into the sand, and starts running toward Vulcanus, splitting the ground where he goes.-

-The heat singes and Burns(TM) Ali Baba as he gets close, but it does nothing to slow him down.-

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"Smooth moves genius. Flying does little damage to steel types. Sure we'd be getting burned but if you kept me out I'd be close combating that bitch into pulp."

Silas chose to ignore Knight's voice, Solaire was the smarter choice as it ensured he stayed up longer. Especially as that last attack burnt him a bit, he grunted and stepped forward, "Okay then. Solaire, low kick."

Solaire darted forward and proceeded to put the sword away, he ducked low under Vulcanus, and kicked high.

Stylus and Artyom walked off.

Anna looked at the party, "Alright follow me," she said, "We'll start in the barracks."

/Duck/ meanwhile would find the systems of the bunker complex robust and old, like really old, many locations switched off into analogue systems. Seems this place was designed to last for a long time, digital records weren't a lot but there was a section that read "ПРОДАЖА ПРОДУКТОВ МБР". Digging further into it, /Duck/ would see that it was a listing of some sort, with at least 60 listed, most would say "ГОТОВ" but one would read "СТАРТОВАЛ".

That couldn't be good.

The barracks were rather cramped in size but despite that, numerous men, women, and mons could be seen walking door to door, chatting with each other, many laughing. Some playing guitars, others debating events, and in the mess a few just sitting around stews of mushrooms talking about books.

"Ah! Anna, I see we have visitors," a oddly unovan sounding accent said in [RUSSIAN], up stepped a older looking fellow.

"Yes Sam, Artyom collected these newcomers from the Metros. A few of them don't look very old."

Sam sighed, "Hopefully we're not recruiting."

<We're not,> The Crawdaunt said, <Artyom just tends to be a softie...>

Ribbon looked at the Crawdaunt.

"Well, still, I'll let the others know, put out the welcome mat."

Stylus followed Artyom in, and saw what looked to be a entire war room set up, in the center there was a booth with a older looking man standing there. Artyom sighed and Stylus followed close, <Who is that?>

"Commander Miller. Leader of the Rangers of the Spartan Order, the head of D6, the last line of defense in the Metro, Anna's dad."

<Oh... and you and Anna->

"Used to date."

Stylus suddenly understood why Artyom wasn't looking forward to this. He knew this would be uncomfortable very well and regretted agreeing to this interrogation.

Stylus and Artyom stepped in and Miller sneered a bit, "This is what you brought in? A Lucario?"

Stylus rolled his eyes and raised his left arm, wiggling the fingers on the paw/hand on the end, <I'm not from around here. And I'm outfitted with advanced cybernetics.>

Miller stared at the left arm, Stylus smirked, <Well just a left arm. It's fancy though.>

Galar Route 2

Kim: "...you couldn't have. My apologies."

Wooloo: <Ah, lay off on the apologies, will ya? I've got a much bigger question.>

Kim: "And that is...?"

Wooloo: <WHY DIDN'T YA TELL ME YA KNEW WHO [FLOGGIN' MOLLY] WERE?!>

Kim: "Why? You like them?"

Wooloo: <Like them?! LIKE THEM?! HA! They're the greatest band that Galar's ever known!>

Kim: "Are they? That's good to hear." (She smiles.) "But anyways. If regular battles aren't going to do it... how would you like to be caught? Do you want to be caught?"

Wooloo: <COURSE I DO! YOU LETTIN' ME ON?!>

Kim: "Well, then. How would you like to be caught?"

Wooloo: <Classic battle of wits, as it were. I reckon I'm pretty smart.>

Kim: (looking up) "A battle of wits...?"

(And then the idea hits her, and she smirks.)

Kim: "Oh, I know exactly what to do."

Chateau d'Avarice

Cait Sith: <Why didn't you take that Arcanine demon as your back-up?>

Sorceress: "Shut. Up."

-A Psyshock and two Moonblasts fly at the Heatran.-

Tuffield

-Elizabeth kinda blandly gestures at the shitton of rocks in the distance.-

Elizabeth: "Uh..."

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Mar 1st 2020 at 1:37:18 PM

PMD-B, D6

Me: <So... What exactly happened here? Evelyn, Aspen and I wanna know.>

Galar Route 2

Me: You do?

Piku-chan: <Tell us, tell us!>

Evelyn: Don't keep us waiting!

Hatty: <Yes, don't.>

Turffield

-Ever is sitting on a bench, playing fetch with Oracle-

Oracle: <This feels a little demeaning, I won't lie.>

Ever: It's skill-building. Try catching the ball on a bubble.

Oracle: <How would that work?>

Ever: My hope here is we can figure that out together.

-next to Ever, a young woman sits down on the bench. She's tall and very pale, with a thin scar on her face, and she has a small green capelet. There's an Ambipom on her shoulder-

Ever: -slight forced introvert smile-

Woman: -equally-forced-but-better-acted introvert smile-

-...-

Ambipom: <Aww, baby.>

Oracle: <I'm eight months old. And evolved.>

Ambipom: <But not fully. Anyway, you give off strong vibes of childhood.>

Oracle: <Are you generally this condescending to strangers?>

Ambipom: <Uh, yeah, usually. Why?>

Woman: Theurgia and your Drizzile seem to be getting along.

Ever: (nonplussed) Yeah, looks like.

Woman: Name's Vicky, by the way. Vicky Megido.

Ever: Of the Opelucid Megidos?

Vicky: Did you know, of every person I've met, you're the first person to make that joke?

Ever: I've always prided myself on originality.

Vicky: -stern look-

Ever: -indifferent stare-

Vicky: ...Anyway, what brings you to Galar?

Ever: I live here.

Vicky: That's obviously untrue. You picked an Unovan city as an example of stereotypical high-class familial lines. No Galaran has ever been born who would do that.

Ever: ...Fair point. I'm here to take the League challenge, mostly. Make sure a few of my friends manage it okay.

Vicky: Oh, fun. Maybe I'll see you there.

Ever: That could be entertaining. I might have to train a little more first, though.

Vicky: (eyeing Oracle and Theurgia, who are now playing catch with some bubbles) ...Maybe, yeah.

-...-

Vicky: So I have to go, uh, leave the oven on.

Ever: (more genuinely) That sounds like a good time.

Vicky: It really is. Let me know if you ever want to give it a try.

-she scribbles some numbers on a piece of paper, sticking it into Ever's goggles, before bolting away, Theurgia following-

Oracle: <Who was that?>

Ever: Oh, villain in disguise.

Oracle: <...>

Ever: It happens. Don't worry too much.

Wasteland D'Avarice, December 2019

-Nemean Lion quietly gets his bearings and launches a Thunderbolt-

Motostoke

Gaius: Anyway... Where did you last see these blue and yellow weirdos?

Turffeild, Daydre

Merlin: You're welcome. Have a nice day!

-Daydre blinks and he's gone-

Fou: <Damn it now I have to find him again.>

Turffeild, Colton

Falinks: <Fellow? You're a human! Humans don't get Shiny variants!>

Mog: <Hmmm? Don't get what?>

Turffeild, Elizabeth

Julius: Oh!

-he nyooms toward them-

-Ishtar follows-

motostoke, past

Violet: Somewhere in the wild area.

Turffield

"Well, true, but actually no," Colton and Ammy allowed before the latter reached for her jersey's collar.

Where once was a slightly short gray-haired late teen with piercing red eyes stood a Shiny Ninetales, gray coat catching the sunlight she empowered with her ability.

Chateau d'Convection

"SHIT!" Rage and Love swore, raising a Protect against the Lava Plume that tired him out swiftly, evidenced by his weak gesture for Mercury to go to town from the floor he lay on.

Turffield, Multimom

Will: Would you say you're as strong now as you were then?

With a flash the Meowth re-emerges, wild-eyed and turning his head as if trying to look in every direction at one. There are no signs of its earlier battle with Lucy, courtesy the Heal Ball it was captured with.

Meowth: <What happened? (looks left) was fighting prey (looks right) now not fighting. (looks up) Was hurt. (looks down at himself) Now not.

Fuka claps her gloved hands to get his attention.

Fuka: Hello, there, I'm Fuka and-

Before Fuka can finish speaking the Meowth lunges at her, claws extended. Without flinching, Fuka catches his right paw in her left hand and deflects the left paw with her other arm. The attempt to scratch doesn't so much as tear the glove.

Fuka: -and I'm your new trainer, not your prey.