Motostoke

"We share an apartment," Roy summarized. "We don't have as much in terms of resources as we know we do but the other one paying the rent pitches in when we ask."

"I think this is it," Delilah interjected.

Stormchaser — Echopoint

-Echo is quiet for a moment.-

-And then sends out Jianhuren's Poke Ball.-

Echo: 「Remove him.」

Jianhuren: <...I'm sorry to do this.>

-A gust of cold air starts pushing Tagg — not quite to the point of being an attack yet, but definitely a warning.-

Turffield

-Scarlette frowns, recalling Maya and rushing to Yed's side.-

Scarlette: Hey, pal, are you okay? You didn't get too hurt, did you?

-Yed sighs, curling up into a Dog Roll(TM) as well as he can.-

Yed: <I really messed up... I thought I could stop them.>

Scarlette: Hey, it'll just take a bit more training, little guy. I can help with that, if you wanna come with me.

Yed: <R-really?>

-Scarlette smiles.-

Scarlette: Heck yeah. I'll get you healed up in a bit, and you'll be an official member of the team.

Yed: <Oh, wow...>

-Scarlette smiles, and gives Yed a pat, before looking around. Rogue has since started to enter the building along with their team, but has stopped at the door.-

Scarlette: Just rest up a bit, okay? I'll be right back.

-Yed nods, and Scarlette stands back up and walks toward Rogue.-

Scarlette: Yeah?

Rogue: Hey, yeah, uh, I feel really bad about that. Take care of him, please? So he can hopefully live up to his confidence next time.

Scarlette: Oh, definitely. Just keep being the villain, for this, okay?

Rogue: Sure thing. Good luck out there.

Scarlette: Good luck yourself.

-Rogue nods, and turns to head inside. Scarlette returns to Yed's side and holds out a Poke Ball.-

Scarlette: So, wanna make this official?

-Yed hesitates, before standing up, a bit shakily.-

Yed: <I'd— I'd be honored!>

-Scarlette grins.-

Scarlette: Cool. Glad to have you.

-She boops Yed's snoot with the ball, and it sucks him in.-

Stormchaser, December 2019

-Starting to get blown back by Jianhuren's Icy Wind Breeze-

You know, for all you and Channah have your issues Admittedly 99.9% on her end rather than yours getting along, you are alike in this fashion.

Would it help, if, I said why Robinson tried attacking us in the first place? It's likely not for the reasons you think.

Motostoke, past

-To Coil and Iris-

Well we're a bit away from our airship right now, so there's always a hotel, or a Pokémon Center.

Galar Route 2

Kim: (to herself) "I had been thinking of possibly inviting Rever... but I'm fairly certain with his own Gym Challenge as we speak." (She smirks.) "Still, though... Milo... you're on."

(And with that said, the group heads off to...)

Turffield

(Upon making it to Turffield, Kim, Elton, and Geddy all look around at it in awe.)

Geddy: (stunned) <Whoa...>

Elton: (delighted as all get out) <YES! WE'RE HERE! WE'RE FINALLY HERE~!> (he starts jumping up and down in excitement) <I can barely wait...!>

Kim: "Neither can I." (she looks down at her cell phone) "Though... the thought of inviting somebody still hasn't left my mind yet. Someone else besides you and Evelyn."

Stormchaser — Echopoint

Echo: Get out.

Jianhuren: <What she needs now is space. If you're not willing to give that to her, I'm afraid that it's my duty to remove you by force.>

Turffield

-As an excited Kim enters the rather agrarian city of Turffield, a 5'04" tall fifteen-year-old boy with a Pikachu on his shoulder follows her. Following him is a witch-like girl dressed in pink and blue robes with her Poké Balls attached to her sash.-

Me: Well, looks like we made it.

Piku-chan: <Turffield, A town nestled within the nurturing bowl of our many terraced farming fields.>

Me: Pretty much, Piku-chan.

Turffield

Kim: "Ah. Ian. Delighted to..." (she notices) "Have you grown?"

Turffield

-Ian stops and looks at himself... Since the last time he's been written for, he has grown five whole inches.-

Me: Huh... Looks like I have...

Somewhere...

- DS has sent some of her Pokémon out on a Poké Job. However, one of them is a bit uncertain why the person who sent out the job offer wanted Pokémon for this job... -

Artemis the Liepard: <Shoes are designed for human feet, right? So why do these people want a bunch of dark-types to try them on? Aren't there humans they can pay to test out their shoes?>

Mirage the Zoroark: (shrugs) <Well, we're here, so shouldn't we at least give this a try? Oh, maybe we can find some nice boots you can try on!> (chuckles)

Goggles the Krookodile: (has put a pair of mis-matched running shoes on his hands, and is just goofing around) <"Prepare to lose, red shoe! This time I'll win for sure!" "You wish, blue shoe! You're still no match for me!"> (puts the shoes on the floor, then picks up a yellow shoe and moves it closer to the other shoes) <Oh, what's this?> (gasps) <A new challenger has appeared! What a twist!>

-"Homer sits quietly at his desk bouncing a paddle ball while his mons lay about."-

-"Suddenly the string snaps and the ball flys out the window."-

Homer, throwing the paddle away: I need some damn clients,

-"Out of nowhere, a blond haired young women is thrown from a nearby river landing face first into the dirt. As she trys to get up a small squirtle is thrown at her head. The water pokemon is currently chewing on a Crawdaunt arm."-

-"A young man with spiky black hair walks up to her, a Charmander by his side. He is carrying a bunch of Stonjourner merchandise."-

Zee: Hey Skye, check this out!

-"He holds up a Stonjourner action figure, squeezes it, and causes a piece of rock candy to shoot out of its mouth. It hits Skye in the face."-

Turffield

Kim: "Indeed you did. I... apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way."

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Turffield

Me: No, no... It's fine. All that matters is we're here.

Evelyn: And we're here for a reason!

(-charged up for twice the person, the hug ends up a bit of a yoink-)

Pollen: -antennae twitch-

(-but Megan is, as established, fairly good at hugs-)

-she looks back to where Ever is and up to where Ever was-

Pollen: <...huh.>

Pippy: -sitting upright- <Labcoats are cool, though!>

<It lets everyone know you're a professor and therefore are not to be messed with, as professors are always the strongest. It's the rules.>

-push-

Megan: Okay! c:

-and she plops PEFE!Every onto her feet-

Megan: You really did do great, by the w—

-Ever-

Megan: —uM???

Vee: <Yes yes yes yes yes yes ye—> .3

Pippy: <aaaaaaaaaaaa—>

Megan: I

kinda forgot about that ^^;

-wring- Uh, maybe should I leave it for another day…?

Pollen: -stare-

Turffield, Spectator Zone

Ever: -winks at Pollen-

-PEFE!Every retreats, face bright red-

Ever: Look at it this way. Will you be less nervous, putting it off til tomorrow?

Besides, Pollen seems to be interested in the idea.

Megan: ...mmmmaybe I will b—

Vee: <Audible nose tap.>

Megan: I absolutely will not

I will, in fact, be more nervous

Pollen: -surprised- <...yeah, Pollen seems interested in the idea.>

Megan: Well Megan is—

Pippy:

Megan: —also interested!

Pippy: <Oh!>

<I am interested, as well!>

Megan: Me too!!

Pippy: <Yeah!!>

Megan: We've got this!!

Pippy: <Yeah!!!>

Pippy: <For the sake of counting our team members, I don't suppose Thespi and them changed their minds??>

Pollen: -muffled- <She laughed in my face for several minutes.>

Pippy: <......hrm.>

Pollen: <She said it was vocal exercises but I dunno...>

Vee: <Hey. Hey. Heyyy.>

Megan, Pippy: ?

Vee: -slinging herself across their shoulders, expansively- <Fix it in yer mind. The adulation of the crowd—>

Megan, Pippy:

Vee: <—assembled right here in this room~> .3

Megan: -...headtilts-

Vee: <—an' totally crushin' it, an' fuck prior instances.>

Megan: Oh!

Pippy: <Uh…>

Vee: -easily, to Megan, Pippy- <You've got him, you've got her, you've got me—>

Pollen: <and me, whatever.>

Megan: -...a bit of a real smile-

Pippy: -likewise-

Vee: -cheeky- <Trus' me, this is gonna be a piece of—>

Vee: -shrill- <—wHAT?!>

Megan: -dazed- What…?

Receptionist: Vampires are banned from Galar League premises. Frankly, I'm not entirely certain how your Pokemon came to be afflicted with such a—condition, but competition is out of the question.

Megan: -stammer- But—but—I—

Vee: -pushing past- <'Scuse me. Sorry.

-in one smooth motion, she swirls a scarf out of Megan's bag and around her neck, her spine pivoting ninety degrees to compensate for its weight-

Human!Vee: -wavin' a hand- I thin' there's a bit of bad faith goin' on here. I've got no intention to cheat, defraud, mangle, or otherwise devour any of my fellow contestants.

Receptionist: -blandly- Mhm.

-...-

Human!Vee: -smiling armingly- Uh, I coul', like, wear a Power item? If that'd help?

-the smile is full of needle teeth-

Receptionist: It...wouldn't. No.

Human!Vee: -huff- ...'kay, what if I wear all the Power items?

Pippy: <U-uh…>

-the studded Vaporeon leather...doesn't really conflict with her image-

Receptionist: ...no.

Human!Vee: -throwing hands up- C'mon, tha's like one-sixth strength! One PP in sixty-four, if 's multiplicative!

-the front desk remains unmoved-

Megan: ...

Human!Vee: -huff- Jus'—give me a way I can fight wit' these nerds. Maybe get stomped by a kaiju.

-a little sniff, and she's appraised the way the conversation's going-

-closing her eye- ...please.

Receptionist: ...listen, I appreciate your dedication to this bit. But the rules clearly state that no vampire can take part in this challenge, and for good reason.

-Vee visibly wilts, standing in place-

-to Megan- Just—leave, and take your bloodsucker with you. Before anything unfortunate happens.

Human!Vee: —I—

Megan: -tremble- ...

Human!Vee: -howl- —I'LL WRING YOUR GODSDAMN NECK—!

-she's five foot even, scrawny, and possessing just one eye-

(-her hair is fluffy and blue, and she's wearing a bell made of shell on a collar under that scarf-)

-nevertheless, the receptionist recoils, placing the counter between themself and her-

Human!Vee: …

-she hisses a breath out between her fangs, and...forces her arms down by her sides-

-and the receptionist starts dialing a number-

Human!Vee: H-hey, wait—

Logan: -swoosh- Hey, is there a problem here?

Human!Vee: Yes!

Receptionist: —yes!

Logan: -smiling disarmingly- Can we put everything down and talk this out?

-they place a hand lightly in front of Vee, who—doesn't resist as she's ushered several feet back-

-...-

Receptionist: -hesitantly- ...alright…

-and they place their phone facedown on the counter, and settle in-

Addie: -wanders in-

Turffield, Spectator Zone

Ever: -awkward whistle of uninvolvement-

Arc: <Lemme at her!>

Ever: -one leg hooked around Arc-

-additional whistle of continued uninvolvement-

Arc: <Calling my mom a vampire—>

Ever: She is a vampire.

Arc: <What>

Ever: Oh, yeah, she probably wouldn't want me telling you that....eh.

PEFE!Every: Is she dangerous?

Ever: Not to me. I have it on authority that my aura tastes like stale gushers and grave dirt.

PEFE!Every: That seems not ideal.

Ever: It's what it's. Look, Arc, Vee is...interesting. And generally very nice.

But she can be scary, and that shouldn't make you love her any less.

Arc: <And why is she a human now?>

Ever: Uh, magic.

PEFE!Every: It's not magic.

Ever: Hi, Addie!

Arc: (immediately distracted) <Addie!>

-he waves a flipper-

Addie: -waving- <Arc!!>

-she scampers up, full of smiles-

-looking up- <You've gotten so big now, oh my goodness. You're taller than me!>

-she makes a show of leaning back, resting her spine on her tail to get a proper look at him-

-from this position, to Ever, PEFE!Every, wink- <Hey, looking alive. Congrats.>

-jokingly- <If you wanna stay that way, I'd keep things a bit under wraps—eh, bad timing. -headshake- Vee's a good soul, and I have it on good authority that she loves you very much. What're you watch—ing.>

-...rapid social assessment-

-whistle of distant uninvolvement- <Hm. That explains these feelings. Are they televising the lobby?>

Logan: We've all come back from a, a very long, very traumatic experience.

-apparently apologetic, at a quick clip- The details are...confidential, but it relates to the hole in the sky. As a therapist, I'm taking the resolution of the ensuing coping mechanisms as well as those from a prior issue and recommending safe battles in a low-risk, controlled environment with certified professionals, like your own Gym Leader. The vampirism, as a result and root of that, is folded into the considerations there.

Receptionist: ...hm.

Logan: -shrug- It is a bit unorthodox, I know, but I've trusted them with my lives and the lives of many. Not injuring somemon in a sparring match is easy mode, especially if no one's hangry.

-they wink-

Receptionist: -at Vee- That one threatened to wring my neck!

Logan: -placing a hand on her back- She speaks hyperbolically as a matter of course, and you were very rude.

-a brief, hard sternness flashes across their face-

Besides, you saw that she didn't.

Receptionist: ...the rules state very clearly that—

Logan: This is the J-Team, of course, if anyone fully fulfils the whole gamut of League qualifications I'd be surprised. No major incidents, regardless.

Receptionist: ...actu—

Logan: -smile- ...look, I'm not asking you to overturn a major policy decision, just let us through this once and submit an appeal for an exception if it goes well. What harm can she wreak on a field of Grass-types? In front of a crowd?

Receptionist: ...

-turning to the computer- ...hm…

(-Megan's looking at Logan like they hung the stars in the sky-)

(-tears and smiles, what a relief-)

-...and the typing trails off-

Logan: ?

Receptionist: -looking back between Megan's files and Logan- Hold on…

...you're her sponsor, aren't you?!

Logan: -sigh- Yes, I am. As I said, I'm—

Receptionist: Well naturally you'd like her to take part in this! You'd stand to gain if your candidate breezed through the preliminaries!

Logan: -continuing, firmly lightly- —heading this initiative. I'm a representative of the Ranger Union, there's no profit I stand to gain from—

Receptionist: On my authority as the front desk manager for the Turffield Gym, that entity is definitively banned from any and all participation in Galar League-sponsored matches! Good day to you.

-and they turn and leave through the big double doors that lead into the Gym-

-they swing, and sort of keep swinging, pendulously, instead of the slam that really ought to be there-

Megan: …

Human!Vee: …

Pippy: <...>

Logan: ...well!

-turning to the Pastoria trio, with a smile- That's unfortunate, but it's not the end of the line.

Turffield Stadium, Spectator Zone

Arc: -puffs up dramatically-

Glimmer: <I'm still short.>

Ever: Yeah. They seem to be having a slightly rough time of it. I don't know why they're televising this. I assume it's for my personal entertainment, but I can't say it's feel-good watching.

PEFE!Every: -rolling up sleeves-

Ever: Stand down.

Victor smiled a knowing smile, "I picked up that skill long ago."

Arthur blinked, "How?"

Victor's evil grin just got bigger, Trevor sighed, <Don't ask me I have only been with him a few years now.>

Arthur sighed, "Hayden?"

<I am not privy to that knowledge as I have only been undead for a certain amount of time.>

Delta sat in the carrier section and stared at the trophy. Chun-li, a expression of fear frozen over her face, he looked at the Petrifier and tucked it away before cleaning some dirt off of a few of his knives.

~Tougher than she looks, Mega-Evo, Shiny, and a champ. No wonder she was so wanted,~ Zatara noted.

Delta nodded and tapped his helmet, "Sphinx, meet me at the Hoenn Dropoff, Standard Point 4."

The castle was completed, Arthur had moved in, and the housewarming party had started. Arthur had to admit that Victor moved fast, though with his mons, knowledge, and fancy science castle that wasn't too hard for him to do. Arthur now had his very own fortress of doom, the castle combined classical medieval stylings with more modern technologies, some of which were adapted from PEFE.

There was a command center with a Slipgate connected to a astral locator of sorts, the idea being controlled etralink travel.

There were numerous guest rooms, a forge, a great hall for meals with guests, and Arthur's own private study and master bedroom.

Victor said there were more rooms to be determined what to be done with but for now it didn't matter. All that mattered was being a good host to the current guests.

Arthur and Victor had wisely decided to keep the party restricted to those with A) Immortality, B) Resurrection, C) Undead status, and other related items, this kept a lot of people out and allowed them to mingle with others like themselves.

-Addie gives Arc a little ruffle- c:

Addie: <Just a tad, yes. Reality TV is odd.>

-squirrel smile, to Pef- <Megan and them're in good hands, with friends like you.>

Megan: What?

Logan: -shrug- I've fought armies with you. I don't think one dude, renowned for being friendly, will present much of an issue.

Pippy: <None of those were exactly great times>

Logan: So, it stands to reason there's a lot of room for upward mobility!

-Beat-

-raising hands- Okay, okay, flippancy aside, you have got this. If you fail, which I personally find unlikely, it's not gonna be the end of anything. Certainly not of anything that matters.

Hey, I can ask again at the second Gym. Or we could wait for an off day, ask someone else if they'll let her compete.

Human!Vee: ...excuse you?!

-crossed arms- What I was gonna say, before you butted in, was that I was gonna step aside. It ain't like I'd wanna put all of everyone's everythin' to a stop jus' 'cause it didn' happen like I wanted.

Megan: -opens mouth, holds out hand- …

-closes mouth-

-lowers arm- That is...a point?

Logan: -fixing Megan's collar- Eyes on your Pokemon. Eyes on your enemy—no, the person you're battling, who could be a friend. Stay sharp, stay wet—

Human!Vee: -half-salute- Kick ass, you guys. For me, hey? ,3

Logan: -fistpump, stepping back- You've got this. ^_^

Megan: -slow fistpump- ...we've got this.

Pippy: <We've...got this.>

-the pair of them share a long, odd look—smile, inhale, exhale—-

Referee: —chase our unruly Wooloo!

...heh. Gym puzzle.

Almost reminds me of home...

...

Right.

-she stomps over to the cluster of sheepies, takes a mighty breath-

Megan: -raising her hands into claws- Yah!

Wooloo: -...chew, chew-

Megan: -stepping closer- ...yah?

Wooloo: -...chew-

Megan: …

...hey, move.

Wooloo: <Hm?>

-chew- <...nah.>

Megan: …

-glances around-

-none of the Wooloo seem particularly inclined to flee from her, especially-

Megan: -introspective face- ...

-a virtually palpable malaise rolls through the entryway, followed shortly by one (1) rather short enby with their fingers pressed to their temples and an even shorter water snake's humansona-

-upon sight of her son (pride is not the word she's looking for, a group of Pip-line's called a waddle), this malaise is summarily bottled, corked, and hurled into a mental sea-

Human!Vee: Hhhhhey, kiddo. What's up? .3

Turffield, Spectator Zone

Arc: <8D>

PEFE!Every: Hmph.

-Ever is absently watching the argument-

-they let out a faint sigh-

Ever: Hey, Logan. Vee. Lovee.

Arc: <Mom! Addie's here! Why are you a human?>

Glimmer: -climbing out of Arc's head, peering at Logan- <You're the one who was crying on Christmas.>

Ever: Glimmer, be polite. Hey, you two. We're watching Megan fail to scare Wooloo.

PEFE!Every: She's really gotta be a little firmer about it.

Logan: -smile- Ever, Every. Arcweld. We all get there eventually. It's just a matter of where and when: u_u

Human!Vee: I see, I see!

-increasingly amiably- What brings you to town, Ms. Human Ranger?

Addie: -digging in her satchel- <Oh, just a couple things.>

-slyly, she gifts a Blue Gummi to Arc-

(-and, under the table, a Purple Gummi to Glimmer-)

-wink, pointing a claw at Logan- <That, and this one.>

Logan: -point at the screen- And I'm here because she's here.

Human!Vee: -thumb @ self- An' I'm human 'cause I felt like it.

Addie: -squirrelbrow raise- <You've described the experience as similar to, uh, getting stuffed in a sack, and it's a bad sack because it's not made of eyes.>

Human!Vee: Yeah. 'S an experience. ~_

-Megan-

Human!Vee: ...'kay, yeah, that's entirely unsurprisin'.

Logan: Based on extensive psychological analysis, a case study spanning the stars and the year before you -tickles Arc- were born,

-popping a candy in their mouth- Yes.

Referee: -scratching head- ...odd, they definitely shouldn't be behaving like...

-he glances at the contestant, all muscled 5'10" of her-

-...and then at the uniform, which makes most people look like they're in middle school, and her demeanor, which-

[lightbulb]

-Megan walks up to the Wooloo, plants her feet, breathes in deep-

-and scoops it up in her arms-

Wooloo: -bleats-

Referee: Er...

-despite the Wooloo's wriggles, she easily makes her way toward the end goal-

-plops them down-

-...they roll away as soon as she steps away-

Megan: -contemplative-

[lightbulb] [lightbulb]

-she laces her fingers, extends her arms, and stretches in front of the cameras-

-warms up, wanders over-

-and scoops the nearest Wooloo up-

-and then the next-

-...-

-and the next-

-and the next-

Referee: -lowers whistle-

-and the next-

-until—arms wide and straining, breath panting—Megan holds all twenty Wooloo aloft-

Wooloo: -wiggle- Baa-a-a-a!!

-flexing her grip to keep them balanced, Megan flashes an uncharacteristically confident grin-

-and meanders slowly but surely toward the exit-

-she shifts her shoulders and deposits them in the end zone, wiping the sweat from her forehead; tugging her collar and dusting her hands off to the click of the counter-

-they mill about, a bit confused??-

-and then squeeze to the edges as Megan hurls herself bodily towards them-

-and past them-

-right through the hay-bale wall- XD

-on the ground, on the other side-

Trainer: Er...

Megan: Hold on, I'll be just a moment! ^_^

-she gets up, dusts herself off again—and sees to shifting the bales back into place, one by one-

Trainer: ...hm!

-she lifts with her legs, as is appropriate—hefting these bulks into place safely, and at length-

-and then she's done with round 1, and turns to face this Trainer-

Megan: Ready! ^_^

Oh first, what's your name?

Trainer: Er, Samuel.

Megan: -repeating- Samuel.

-pulling out her newest Pokéball- Got it! Well, Samuel...

-locking eyes with him- It's time to battle!

Trainer Samuel: Er, yes!

Turffield, Spectator Zone

Ever: Arcweld. Nice.

Arc: <!>

-he eats the gummi-

<Thank you!>

-...-

-...-

-Glimmer sticks out her tongue longer than it should reasonably go, snagging the purple Gummi- <c:>

Ever: (lazily) Yeah, we can't all be panopticons, Vee—

-...-

-...-

Ever: That's. Novel.

PEFE!Every: How.

Ever: It's like watching a Machop cart Graveler around...

PEFE!Every: Why did she even move the Wooloo if she was just going to knock the bales down herself?

Ever: Intimidation tactic...?

Hm. I feel as though I am being personally called out.

[Unmentioned Social Media Platform]

Meet Maxwell and A Spicy Rematch Curry

-We see Gale camped out in the Wild Area, flicking on the camera and immediately backing off to start getting a campfire going. The sun is setting which is why she's trying her best to get the fire up before it gets too dark-

Hey guys, read the title I'm out here getting some training in before trying for a rematch of Motostoke hopefully tomorrow. I wanna get it in before April because uh...

-She makes a noncommittal hand gesture

The first of April is a wild time and I prefer to isolate myself to avoid a lot of the news pranks and metaphysical 'wackness' and generally treat the day as a void where I do my own thing alone. On that note, you all saw the mystery vid I put up yeah? Well if you haven't, may I introduce the newest member of the team and just a helpful friend in general; Maxwell the Indeedee.

-She reaches over and turns the camera to face the Indeedee in question, who is currently sitting and chatting with Snom-

So I'm up to three combat-ready team members which should be enough to make the rematch a little more fair. So recap, while searching for a Ponyta I could not find a Ponyta but I did find an abandoned house that Maxwell was taking care of. I spent the night, recorded a quiet mushroom curry video and also there was some cool items.

-With the campfire now crackling away she backs off to fish items out of her bag, firstly the mess kit and ingredients she'll need for tonight's dinner and then she starts getting out her spoils from the cabin-

So first we've got this metal bottle that if I'm reading the previous owners journal right the bottle has something inside it which is wild. I dunno what though and I'm kinda scared to open it? So I'm not. Yet. The other thing which is gonna be good out here at night is this cool little probably-magical warmth rock I pulled out of the-

-The stops herself as she pulls the rock out of her bag and holds it. There is a feeling in her head, a soft pulling north and as she closes her eyes she can feel that it is pointing the way back to the hearth it came from-

... Huh. Okay so it's a warmth and navigation rock. R-right then, with that out of the way I'm gonna get started on the curry and we can take some time to introduce you all to Maxwell properly. If I'm gonna withstand Motostoke gym I need to tackle the heat so this curry is packed with as many spicy berries as is medically safe. Now lemme tell you this is an unsanctioned cooking stream; The spices are all leftovers from the professional stuff or foraged berries, there ain't no long monologues about where ingredients came from or the cultural significance this is just some good trainer-grade curry making my friends.

-She holds up a clear plastic bag containing Real, Actual Fruits-

I am putting bananas in this curry and noone can stop me~!

Spikemuth Pub

Seigbert: -gets down on his knees- Please teach me!

Storm: There's... probably a better way.

Motostoke

Woman: Huh. Well me and my husband have been married for-

Man: -nudges her-

Woman: ...Twelve. Twelve years. Are we here?

-the Haunter sighs-

Motostoke Stadium

Coil: Thanks for the heads u-

Iris: You have an AIRSHIP?!