Tuffield Ruins

Elizabeth: "Right, uh, okay. Lesson time."

"You're aware Dynamaxing is a regional thing. It can only be done in Galar. Mostly. For some reason. There are other power spots in the world but most of them are here."

"So, then!"

-Dust on the ground swirls together.-

"Right, Kalos and Hoenn are known for Mega Evos. Specific Mega stones and Key Stones interact to take the human-trainer bond and use it to power up the Mon to another form."

-The dust flattens and lines take shape - an "M" with a simple diagram of a Charizard, which then gets spikes drawn on it.-

"In Alola, we have Z-Rings and Z-Crystals. These use that same bond to strengthen a move."

-The Charizard's spikes are erases, and the Flamethrower it breathes gets really large.-

"Now, some species have unique Z-Crystals that power up one move - unique ones like Chris's Sparkling Aria, or normal ones like Oberon's Play Rough.-

-Liz's Primarium-Z and Mimikium-Z floaf over an outstretched hand.-

Elizabeth: "Now, there is also the Battle Bond phenomena, but all I know is that it's essentially a mega evo tied to a trainer-mon pair, and it essentially replaces the mon's ability - natural abilities and the battle bond capacity are mutually exclusive. Not to mention a certain deal of trust is involved - you can force a mon to Mega or use a Z-Move, though it's weaker and more unstable."

-The dirt canvas on the ground is scrubbed and replaced with crude drawings of a man and Gallade in longcoats, and a woman with an amputated arm and a Lycanroc with three legs.-

Elizabeth: "Which brings us to our point. Dynamaxing. Unlike other power-ups, Dynamaxing has nothing to do with bonds. Mons draw upon power spots the same way other aurics and obscurists and I draw on aura nexuses."

"Dynamaxing doesn't, ah, change a mon per say. Essentially Pokémon gather energy around themselves and, like, project a larger version of themselves. They don't really get bigger. It's like a huge shield. That's why the mon doesn't really get stronger, per se. The shield gives them more HP, in competitive terms. More energy to tank attacks. Dynamaxing also grants access to stronger moves - Max moves. The infuse the mon's attacks with Dynamax energy. They function like Z-Moves, but with special effects like Z-Status moves. Of course, since this draws on external energy, it can only be sustained for a short moment ox time. Anyway, G-Maxing."

"Certain mons of certain species from Galar can G-Max, like Leon's Charizard. Gigantamaxing is still a projection of a Mon's gathered energy, but it takes on a different appearance. Charizard spreads wings of pure flame, Snorlax gets a tree on its stomach. And one of their move powers up into a species-unique Z-Move."

"...did you catch all that?"

Galar Mine No. 2

Channah: The number of challengers? Yeah, alright. It still feels really weird being on the gym circuit again. I feel kinda like I shouldn't be doing this or something. Like I'm just playing at it. You probably don't feel that way.

Halis: "Oh, personal reasons? I guess that makes sense... what's the solution, though? I hope it's something needlessly complicated and potentially even frivolous, those are always fun to do."

They seem completely and utterly unfazed by the sudden form-shift of Odin, instead focusing their attention on Flamel, even stopping their messing about with their own scarf to fully focus.

Victor sighed as he and Arthur approached a local pub, "Arthur... you're a master swordsmith, you could quite literally forge any blade you ever wanted... why the hell would you go see your grandson over this?"

Arthur smirked, "Victor, oh Victor, Victor, Victor... I can forge any blade, this idea doesn't have one. And for that I need the future technology Silas has. Also I like Silas, remember?"

"Martin is going off to be a dentist and will probably be making 6 figures a year, Alucard you're hearing this right?"

<I hear it, I can understand it,> the Noivern responded.

<Material worth isn't everything,> Ranger agreed, <Sometimes it just takes knowing others.>

Victor stared, "Okay so he's a explorer of the unknown..."

"And also a man with a dedicated moral compass, a loyal friend to others, and quite willing to help. I like him, and so I want him to help me make a energy sword," Arthur said with a smile.

Victor rolled his eyes, "You know you are talking to a dedicated scientist, I have over 600 years of scientific discovery, insight, and tricks inside my head, as well as a castle that can teleport... right?"

Arthur blinked, "Victor are you offering to help me make this?"

"I looked into your grandson's aesthetic, it doesn't work, what you need is a more gothic touch, and a classic dracula such as myself is the right choice."

Arthur started to laugh, Ranger just shook his head, <Really now?>

Victor sighed, "It's about doing things right. You want that Hellblade, talk to Sir Helstrand."

Arthur smirked, "I'll think about that, ya vampire bastard."

"Thank you, you undead tin can."

Galar Mine No. 2

-To Channah-

You've won fair and square thus far, you have every right to be here.

Turffield PMC

-Ever flops onto a bench-

Ever: I hated that.

PEFE!Every: It did make for good television, though.

Arc: <I sort of expected to be fighting...>

Oracle: <We are Water-type.>

Circhester, a Nightclub

-Merle and Narrow are here, sneaking along under cover of Night Shade-

-around them, a lot of mons, mostly small birds, are dancing to electronic music-

Narrow: <Man, this is a good song. Aren't we supposed to have Ephemera?>

Merle: <Well, she bailed, because...she's a cat. And is thus unreliable.>

Narrow: <Evidently.>

<Well, we can handle this, right?>

<...Right?>

Merle: (nervously) <Right. This maybe isn't the time to mention I've never been great in a fight.>

Narrow: <And you don't evolve because...>

Merle: <...It's not really my thing?>

Narrow: <Hopefully we don't end up regretting that tonight.>

Merle: <I don't intend to regret it ever.>

Narrow: <That really is a catchy beat...>

Merle: <Okay, this is a pretty simple operation. We need to get in, and check some documents linking the owner of the nightclub to a nutshell corporation in eastern Celadon.>

Narrow: <Bit of a schlep, don't you think?>

Merle: <It's surprisingly common these days— why are you dancing?>

Narrow: <Hm?>

Merle: <You're dancing. While we're trying to be sneaky.>

Narrow: (dancing) <I'm not.>

Merle: <You very much are.>

Narrow: (picking up the pace) <...Oh, hell.>

<It's Dancer.>

Merle: <Narrow? Stop dancing.>

Narrow: -gyrating- <Can't.>

Merle: <Excuse me?>

Narrow: -bird twerk- <It's, uh, involuntary. If there's music, and there's dancing, I'm going to dance.>

Merle: <...This is a stealth mission!>

Narrow: -lawnmower- <I'm not any happier about this than y—>

Buff Oricorio: <Hey! What are you two doing in the back?>

Merle: <...We gotta go.>

Narrow: -riverdancing- <I'm trying!>

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Mar 13th 2020 at 9:29:18 AM

Pippy: -gentle laugh, and a headpat- <Trust me, there's better places for a Water-type to pick a fight than a Grass-type Gym.>

Megan: -just pats Ever, tentatively-

Vee: <But looks like we've jus' gotta make do.> o3

Megan: -pat pat-

Pollen: -flat- <I'm still here, you know.>

-nudge- <Hear that, cloud? I—>

-there's only a head-shaped cumulus plume where Thespi was, which dissipates the moment attention's drawn to it-

<—oh come on.>

Vee: -grin- <It was some pretty entertainin' stuff, weren' it?>

-nudge nudge- <Mind you, I gotta take a bite or two on behalf of that poor l'il Gym baby. Rude, Memito.>

-...sniff- <...maybe when you'd taste less like overload an' regret.

-so for now she just pushes her head under Ever's arm and purrs-

-someone sits atop a lamp-post on the outskirts of town, strumming a guitar to an audience of Pokémon-

-weird pick maybe, but okay-

Turffield Gym Battle, Part 4(?) of ???

Daydre recalls Bartholomew.

Daydre: Okay, that was a little sloppy of me. Granted the type advantage was against me?? I think. What type is Bartholomew anyway? He's like, rock definitely, but does he have a- Wait, no I'm getting distracted... I should probably like. Do more research about this region's mons.

After a bit of deliberation, she sends out Hellebore.

Daydre: Okay, here's hoping that thing doesn't have some kind of weird secondary type that's ice resistant.

"Alright, let's start with an Icy Wind!"

Hellebore nods and obliges. The Gossifleur shivers, taking significantly more damage than the Smack Downs ever did to him. He's not quite out yet, though, and returns fire with Round. But another Icy wind puts a stop to this pretty quick and the Gossifleur is out.

Milo: -As he's recalling the Gossifleur- "Nice one, but we're not out just yet!"

And he sends out his Eldegoss. The crowd starts cheering louder and louder, and Daydre looks around nervously.

Daydre: ..Is that bad? I feel like the crowd cheering louder for the opponent is usually a bad sign?? .. Well, not much I can do about that, I guess we just attack some more???

"Um, keep going I guess??"

Hellebore looks hesitant, but starts preparing an attack.

Milo: "It's Dynamax time!"

Daydre: o h r i g h t t h e y d o t h a t h e r e

Daydre makes a face of mild regret as Milo goes through the motions of Dynamaxing and his Eldegoss grows to gigantic proportions. Hellebore's Icy Wind just sorta tinks against the very bottom of the Eldegoss's leaves.

Milo: "Max Strike!"

The ground cracks as a geyser of power swells beneath Hellebore. It explodes outwards with phenomenal amounts of force (though perhaps not quite the amount it seems)in a pillar of light that stretches towards the sky.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, this knocks out Hellebore.

Turffield, Possibly

A ghostly looking Zorua is wandering around, bummed because of bureaucratic red tape. The music is an attractive distraction though, and he wanders into the crowd.

Edited by Daydre on Mar 13th 2020 at 1:18:34 PM

Turffield PMC

Arc: <Hmph.>

-even so, he pats Glimmer's head-

Arc: <Nice job. You did really good, with the Ember.>

Glimmer: -sizzle-

Ever: -distressed Memito noise-

Scramble: -sniffs Pollen- <:c>

-Pollen slowly begins to acquire a small cloud of ghosts, apparently attracted to loneliness-

Ever: I felt bad after the fact. There's only so much battling I can do in front of a crowd.

-Vaporeon pats-

Circhester Nightclub

Merle: <Come on!>

-she's flapping for dear life, Narrow doing their best to keep up-

-this is difficult for them, as they're also doing an elegant two-step-

-in mid-air-

-the same concern does not appear to be felt by the Oricorio Bouncer, a Baile, probably because he's staggeringly high on Galarian Weezing fumes-

Buffcorio: <Get back here!>

Merle: <They always say that! It's not happening, Muscles!>

Buffcorio: <Those are feathers!>

-he does a pirouette in the air, flames building up around him, and-

-with a romantic twang of the guitar, a stream of flame shoots towards Merle and Narrow-

Merle: <Scatter!>

Narrow: <Better idea!>

-the flame homes in-

-and Narrow flashes their fans in front of their faces, arcs of purple light trailing in circles around them, whirling into a galaxy shape-

-and with a minor chord, a beam erupts from the center of the swirl, meeting the fire bolt in a string quartet-

Merle: <That was not a good idea!>

Narrow: <DO YOU THINK I HAVE CHOICES HERE>

Buffcorio: <That's not going to work out for you! You don't have half the hitting power you need here!>

Merle: <Do you have a magazine for the tough-guy slogans, or do you just make them all yourself?>

Narrow: <Maybe he wings them.>

Merle: <You're not in my good graces enough to make puns!>

-she fires a Thunder Wave at the Buffcorio, who drops to the ground-

Merle: <That's how you take out a threat. Now come on, we still need to get out of sight and get those documents—>

???: <AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY CLUB?!>

Merle: <...>

Narrow: <...Is that—>

-???, as it turns out, is an Oricorio wearing a beer hat-

-that said, each straw of the hat contains not alcohol, but nectar-

-one of the straws runs red, the other yellow-

-and as a result-

Ravecorio: <BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET PAST ME FIRST!>

Pastoria Trio: awwwww...>

Pippy: <How sweet!> ^v^

Pollen: <Wh—hey!>

<Shoo, shoo! There's no food here for you—>

-there's so much, holy frick-

Vee: -partially trapping Ever's patting hand- <Ahhh, expeditious retreat. Or advance, as the case may be.>

-counterpatting, purr louder- <I getcha. Gotta know yer limits.>

-and she performs something between the next-higher tier of pat and a cat bap-

Pippy: <I think I liked the way we did it back home better. Less crowding.> ^v^;

Megan: -sitting next to PEFE!Every- :x

-as the two someones next on the stadium platter-

-the song stretches on, casting brief bars of epic wonder between the ribs of those listening-

-it's an...odd effect-

-but something about the music itself sings the soul of picking up a haversack and a couple companions and...setting off, into the dark-

<Hey.>

-no accounting for taste-

-and a Pachirisu with a scarf sways up next to the odd Zorua-

Addie: -wink, whisper- <Neat song, huh?>

-in a crowd of mostly heavy metal Meowth, spinning Milcery, and Diglett diggin' it, she might stand out some-

Turffield, Outskirts

Rikuo seems a bit surprised that someone went out of their way to talk to him.

<Oh, yeah! It reminds me of some stories my grandpa's told me.> He makes an odd expression. Is it wistfulness, maybe?

<I wonder how he's doing.>

sootopolis, Kat's basement, past

-Cady has just arrived.-

Cady: What's all the rush?

Kat: They called. They want me to come over to their base next Wednesday to fix something on their computer.

Cady: Nice! Any news on the Chimecho?

Kat: Yup, I managed to take a screenshot during the call.

textspace, past

wild area, those steps up to motostoke, past

-Kat is leaning on a wall next to Roger and Cady. They are approached by Violet, riding on Ferric.-

Roger: <That's her.>

Kat: Thanks.

-Kat waves at Violet.-

Kat: Hey, you're Violet, right?

Violet: Yeah, that's me. What do you want me to do?

Kat: Those crooks are from Hoenn and that's where your Chimecho is right now. We know how to get there quickly.

Violet: How can I trust you? This sounds super sketchy.

Kat: Just follow us, okay? Wait, actually, we need to know where you last saw your Chimecho.

Violet: Fine, but I'm not going without my pokemon.

Cady: Okay, lead the way!

-Violet leads them across to the corner where Copper got kidnapped.-

Galar Mine No. 2, past

Channah: I guess so.

Motostoke

"Can't wait to see it. What dish you got in mind?"

Baltimore gave Acolyte a salute.

<How's the training coming?"

Wyndon Stadium

The Air Slash glanced off of Cotton and hit Domino, causing him to stagger.

"Cheeky. Taunt it!"

Cotton stuck his tongue out and blew a Raspberry at Charizard.

The Hunter knocked his arrow again and began preparing his shot for a second time.

Wyndon Stadium

Leon: Charizard, don't fall for it!

Leon's Charizard: <Too late, pal! He's SO gonna get it!>

-Leon facepalms-

Leon: Well... Guess I can't stop you, Charizard...

-Leon rolls up his sleeves, revealing a band with a Wishing Star affixed to it on his right arm. Afterwards, Leon clasps his hands together, as if in prayer, and closes his eyes.-

Leon: O, Wishing Star, hear my plea... Grant my Charizard the power to ward off this Hunter...

-The Wishing Star on the band begins to glow as Leon opens his eyes...-

Leon: It's time, Charizard!!! Gigantamax!!!

-Leon strikes the pose he made famous during the time he was Champion and a surge of energy is released from the Dynamax Band and surrounds Charizard, irradiating him with a red, Galar-particle-laden aura...-

-The Transformation was sudden... In the moments of exposure to the energy of the Dynamax Band, Charizard began to grow, larger and larger, and as it grew, its form drastically changed. The right wing went ablaze, followed by the left. Charizard's lower belly glows a bright white with yellow diamonds. The glow of a flame can be seen from the right side of Charizard's mouth, and the sclera of his eyes turn yellow... And with a mighty roar, a swirling storm forms above the Mighty Flame Pokémon.-

-Leon's G-Max Charizard looms over Domino and Cotton... He's just standing there... MENACINGLY!

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 14th 2020 at 3:28:41 PM

Wyndon Stadium

"That's the opening we need. Now Cotton!"

Cotton performed a Swagger.

<Haters' gonna hate."

The Hunter loosed the arrow straight up into the sky. Attached to the arrow was a line with a Pokeball on it.

Turffeild, Big Savings

Coil: Booyah! It's not the Aurabolts, but they can help!

Iris: The J-Team? Don't they tend to cause a lot of chaos?

Ersatz Alliance

Mog: <Ritual combat? Oh, that's easy!>

-she lets out a yell and attempts to suplex Talbain-

Turffeild, Elizabeth

-Ishtar has taken a lot of notes-

Ishtar: Yes yes YES!

Julius: Wow...

-looks back at the glyph-

So the ancient Galarians made a glyph of a Gigantimax Toxicrity... But it kinda looks like it's on a rampage...

Flamel's Base

Flamel: <Well, if the J-Team can't stop this AI menace, maybe the Phantom Thieves we heard about can. I've gotten in contact with them before, I can again.>

Galar Mine Number 1

-Archer lets the Rolycoly out of the ball-

Rolycoly: <Wow! You caught me! I can hit the big times now!>

Archer: Good to have you, I guess. Want a human name?

Rolycoly: <Sure!>

Archer: Uhhhhhh... I got nothing.

Benoit: <I do say, he seems to be more of a Pete.>

Rolycoly: <I like that!>

Archer: Pete it is then.

Turffeild Gym

-Julius enters-

Julius: So many Wooloo... Gym hard and cold, Wooloo soft and warm...

   Loptous: ''~How unbecoming.~   

Julius: Quiet you.

Milo: Hey there! Ready for your first gym battle?

Julius: Oh, er, right, we're doing that.

Edited by Umbramatic on Mar 14th 2020 at 2:50:39 PM

Ersatz

Talbain lay on the floor, wheezing before it becomes laughter.

He picks himself up, still laughing, before looking at Mog with piercing red eyes.

<I've gotta fight back, y'know,> he growled, a number of stones being conjured before burying Mog in a Rock Tomb.

Halis: "Ohhh, right, those guys... well, no time like the present, right? Where do we find them?"

They get up off the non-existent chair they were sitting on, fully intent on going somewhere. They don't know where they're going, but it's gonna be somewhere.

Turffield, past

Big Savings: -sadly- They do. They can be negligent and mean. But my trainer likes them.

Viridian City, Hotel, MMO Space

The three shortly stopped - that is, stopped on their way, they most definetely didn't stop moving, even while chatting, instead running around Travis.

After they said that, the three all continued on their merry platforming adventure, obviously more than happy about the challenge the enemies in this part of the labyrinth provided. As well, they never failed to awe at their surroundings - and never failed to get into absolutely every body of water they could (even and especially those that weren't strictly neccessary to progress). Though, just as before, the parts in which they couldn't simply bump and run their way through but rather had to actually be careful took way longer than they probably would hjave if Travis were to do them alone.

Turffield PMC

Arc, Glimmer: -cautious grins-

Scramble: <:V>

-very clear doubt in their collective features-

Oracle: <Alright, leave the depressed bug alone.>

-he begins herding them away, with some difficulty as most are intangible-

Ever: Welp. You got me. Guess I'll die here.

PEFE!Every: -blinks at Megan-

I am very nervous. Are you?

Circhester Nightclub

Merle: <...Is he—>

Narrow: <Yep.>

Merle: <Is that healthy?>

Narrow: -pop-and-locking- <Nothing going on here is healthy.>

Merle: <Should we run?>

Narrow: <Yes.>

Ravecorio: <WELL? IS ONE OF YOU GONNA ANSWER ME?>

Narrow: (weakly) <Dance-off?>

-with a loud WUB-WUB, and a move like a DJ spinning records, the Ravecorio launches a massive beam of blinding plasma at Narrow and Merle-

Merle: <HOLY FUCK>

-the two birds dive out of the way, the beam blasting a hole in a wall-

Merle: <Can you do that?!>

Narrow: <Obviously not! But we have worse problems!>

-see, there are a lot of Oricorio in this club...-

-and all of them are revving up-

Merle: <...You know what, that'll do as a distraction. Hey, cutie.>

Party Spearow: -crest flare- <Hey.>

Narrow: <Merle, don't you—>

-Merle grabs the Spearow by the wings, going into a quick twirl, and is gone-

Narrow: <...Motherfu—>

-and dozens of beams of multicolored light ricochet around the club, with a noise like every known instrument playing at once-

Wyndon Stadium

G-Max Charizard: <And kindling's gonna kindle!>

Leon: Couldn't have said it better myself, Charizard! USE G-MAX WILDFIRE!!!

-Leon's Charizard lets out a triumphant roar, intensifying the heat of his flames. His fiery wings glow a brilliant red and gold and the heat from his wings and the glow of the flame from his mouth gathers above him in a bright red, gold and white orb of flame... Charizard then bites down on the orb of fire, absorbing it, and adding on more heat. Once the heat reaches 5000 degrees Fahrenheit (2760 degrees Celsius), Charizard unleashes a massive blast of flame at Cotton, which transforms into a dragon-esque shape that flies towards Domino and Cotton, most likely torching the arrow and sending the Poké Ball plummeting to Earth, before descending on the Perrserker and unleashing a massive explosion.-

-Meanwhile, in the stands, still hiding in the darkness, Salem fans himself with his hand. He considers complaining about how hot it is, but realizes that doing so would give his location away to Domino...-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 14th 2020 at 6:15:18 AM

Motostoke

Well unfortunately this place doesn't have much in the way of fresh local food unless you count like, canned goods from factories so instead I'm working on maybe something with mutton? It's always a very passed-over kind of meat that could do with some creative interpretation.

-She checks her phone again-

Acolyte: <Good. Gotten strong and fast.>

Or maybe a pork knuckle? I've always wanted to do one of those.

Wyndon Stadium

Cotton: "N-n-no n-n-no n-n-no!"

Cotton was taken out. Domino just endured the flames.

"Ha! I'm after standing ankle deep in a lava flow. Also..." he points up.

The ball opened and a Tyranitar was released. He summoned some rocks to perform a Rock Slide on the Gigantazard.

"Just as planned!"

Motostoke

"Where does mutton even come from?"

<Good! How did you fair against the Water Leader?>