Turffield

Me: So... my idea DOESN'T sound crazy?

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Turffield Outskirts

<Daydre doesn't like that show very much! She said once that it's "a load of taurosshit, wait don't repeat that word aren't you still like a kid or something">

Rikuo :3s.

<Huh. I don't know, actually. I don't actually get to see Daydre battle people often outside of like, when her life's in danger.>

April First

The sky crackles with the scent of shenanigans. The shenanigans seem to be on hold for now, though. The shenanigans crave context first.

off the shits

-Isaac scratches a tally mark on the wall. He steps back to count them.-

-365.-

-He steps back, takes a deep breath, and waits for... something to happen.-

-Meanwhile, in a nearby empty cell, a notably AFD-energied wormhole dumps a notably more tolerable looking version of Isaac onto the bed. -

Alt!Isaac: "Where am I? What a pain."

-Nearby aurics may notice that a buff-looking figure appears behind Isaac, bends the bars of the windows, and allows Isaac to hop out, pinching the brim of his hat.-

Stand!Isaac: "Good grief."

Stormchaser, 11:55 PM

"Can't sleep," the Unovan muttered as he clawed open the door from his room, yawning as he walked wherever his feet would carry him in the hopes that he would at least faint on the floor and get sleep then and there.

It served the opposite effect, as he had inadvertently woken himself up more, much to his consternation. As his frustration boiled over, he heard a lock on a door click. Curious, he reached for it, twisted the knob and the door gave away.

Black Beautifly

A few characters from distinctly different walks of life sat at a table, each with a beer and waving Colton over to their table, a sort of paper sign reading "reserved for Absent".

One of the seemed to be an anthropomorphic feline with a shark's tail and white hair that went to his shoulders.

Another was some gray-skinned humanoid alien with horns that went from the top of his head to curl around his ears like a pair of headphones.

Yet another was Absent himself, instead seated with an entire 2-liter bottle of generic cola rather than an alcoholic drink.

Recognition flashed in the Unovan's eyes as he stared at his author.

"'Fore you ask," Absent interjected. "I don't know how I got here either."

" NonE OF US DO," The alien added.

"But we all met on our April Fools' Days, so..." the tiger shrugged.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Mar 31st 2020 at 10:48:13 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

We interrupt these gym battles to bring you AFD

Shadow Rout, Labratory B

Jessica: "What are you doing?"

Shaun: "Science."

Kaiiseii: "Magic."

Isbrand: "Magic is just science I haven't figured out yet. Now-"

-She finishes the chalk drawing on the ground.-

Isbrand: "Okay, get in."

Jessica: "Are you turning my boyfriend into a Philosopher's Stone?"

Isbrand: "The dimensional barriers are weakened on April 1st, starting at Sinnoh time. Shaun has met two of his alternate selves - AU!Shaun and Shauna. Kaiiseii and I are...advanced fallers? We jumped time as well as space."

-She opens a briefcase.-

Isbrand: "One rift closer, reverse engineered. Weakens the barriers in an area instead of closing them. We're just gonna feed this baby some blood and use it in conjunction with a summoning circle and see what happens."

Jessica: "why"

-Isbrand pulls her goggles down and grins.-

Isbrand: "FOR SCIENCE, OF COURSE!"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

-Forte wakes up-

Eevee Kid: Goood morniiiing!

-and finds the Eevee Kid swimming in a giant pile of pillows, waving to them-

Forte: Uh, what's going on?

Eevee Kid: Oh, I invited you aboard. Welcome to my spaceship!

Forte: ...Spaceship?

Eevee Kid: Yeah! Come on, I'll show you around!

Forte: Uh... okay.

Fortis: Hi Piano!

-two people in the building turn toward Fortis; one is the Mezzo we know, and the other looks like Mezzo but about half her size-

Mezzo: Huh?

Lalafell!Mezzo: Uh, me?

Fortis: Oh my gosh oh my gosh! It's a mini Piano!

Both Mezzos: Wait, what?

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

Black Beautifly

-The atmosphere in the bar tonight is jovial, casual. It's almost packed and the eleven brightest stars in the place are dressed to impress:-
1
-Sitting at the center of the bar is a woman in modern dress, a belt of ë̴̙́͝í̸͓͑ͅģ̷͎͕̿̊̕h̵͈̎̈́̚t̵̖̙̋͋ ̷̨̻̓͘͝h̸̡̀̿u̸͓̙͂̽̅n̶̢͚̉̚͜ḓ̵̏ŗ̸̛͙̙̐e̶͍̺͗̆d̸̛̬̹̲̑͛ ̶̧̪̪̎ả̶̭̥̣̉n̴̳̼̣͗͠d̶͍͙̄ ̴͖̈́n̵̨̿͘ǐ̴̼̰n̴͙͍̈̈́̌ẻ̵̤̯̅̆t̵̹̳͕̑͠ỳ̸͙̕ ̷̪̟̎͋̕f̷͖͆͗͆ỏ̸̹͙͠ǘ̵̘̳͌r̶̤͝ many pokeballs on her waist. She looks regal in her age, like everybody's kindest mother. Each of the other nine come to talk with her so often, but none more often than the second guest-
2
-A person, figure and features hidden under a robe of overlapping black sheets lingers close to the mother. It's hard to tell their features, but their skull-gaunt face reminds you of someone you used to know. Occasionally leaning in to take from the mother an offered coin, which they appraise and most often tuck away in pouches briefly visible within their layered garb. That which they do not keep is handed to the third patron-
3
-   Sitting by himself at the side is a man in a prim black suit and dull grey cufflinks. He does not get visitors bar the gaunt robed one, taking the tribute of coins and devouring them with each glass of a drink which smells of the opposite of whiskey. When not preoccupied with the coinage, he stares jealously at the fourth and fifth of this strange party. He seems anxious, like he and only he must weather a coming storm   -
4 and 5
-Dancing with each other nearest the stage are two who only have eyes for each other: She dressed in dazzling blue diamond and he in a suit of pearlescent sheen. They revolve around each other, the diamond woman always turning and spinning and the pearl man spreading his arms wide. While there is no sign of what their 'usual' dance may be, they seem to stumble every so often on this blesscursed night-
6
-At the edge of the party, humming along to the music of the night is a beautiful sharp-featured woman in a flowing forest green dress dotted with flowers. She seems disconnected from the revelry, happy to linger in the music and her own thoughts. Are her ears pointed?-
7
-And the singer on the stage is resplendent in blue. The song the singer sings is familiar, like something everyone would know if they only spent the time to sing it. Whenever possible, the singer watches the Barman in an emotion both of old grudges and new pleading as the soft chime of the golden chains wrapped around their wrists mingles with the melody. Trapped in a ring of chain is a hairpin of a blue butterfly-
8
-Close to the center is a man who you're sure is in every version of the bar tonight. He's wearing sand-yellow clothing in an old style and bears an injury (recent on his scale). He gives any new visitors a brief wave, they are familiar to him even if they aren't aware of him when they visit on other nights. He has a glass of something strong but mildly-scented on his table, a nightcap perhaps?-
9
-A businesswoman in a white-gold suit sits at a table ignoring the party. She's constantly writing things down, taking careful looks at the other guests and writing in their handwriting when needed on her stack of paperwork. Her bun is tied with a specific symbol, perhaps the most obvious signifier in this place-
Ultra
-At the bar sits a drifter, you can tell because his clothing is made of so many disparate pieces: the clothing of jungles and deserts and forests of bamboo and ruined cities make up just some of his garb. He's talking to the Barman, rambling about a relationship with the mother that fell through and praising at length an island lifestyle-
He shouldn't be here
-An old man with a Long beard drifts around the party, clad in ominous robes littered with symbols that feel both meaningless and deeply important. Everyone bar the Barman treats him as a regular, which allows him to get away with stealing a coin-purse from the gaunt one, placing a glass of something with a dire scent in front of the sand-suited man and humming discordantly near the forest-dressed lady. But everyone takes it in stride, a friendly jape from their newest-oldest friend-

-And the Barman attends as usual, pouring drinks as needed. Next to him on the countertop is a sign reading "We welcome those of the Realms" and a smaller sign showing all the various things he's willing to take as payment for a drink-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-The moth seems to remind Sinombre of something. As he watches it flutter on the wind in a chaotic manner, he feels a similar sense of chaos, mixed with a sort of want. A yearning. A compulsion. Sinombre recalls a few of his readings, grasping reflexively at the lock of hair in his pocket. He scrapes the ground, tearing away a flagstone and excavating the earth beneath it, before burying the lock and replacing the stone.-

-As it would happen, the moth starts to lead him.-

-Sinombre enters the door that the moth seemed to disappear into. The bag of books on his shoulder grows heavy as he starez at the inhabitants of the bar.-

-He approaches a stool and takes a seat, ordering a Black Nail. He takes a book from his bag; The Locksmith's Dream: Stolen Reflections.-

Motostoke

-The moth 'leads' as much as any too-small creature can; on instinct it seems the humming light of the Black Beautifly's neon sign. Sinombre enters, the moth burns itself on the neon. It becomes a metaphor-

The Black Beautifly

-The Barman glances up from polishing a glass and regards the order-

The Barman: It's a white nail. It's the tool that is black... Regardless, I think I know your drink.

-He turns and rifles through the shelves, occasionally taking a glance back at the book-

The Barman: I think she's incorrect by the way. A good author, but so woefully incorrect. Your opinion?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-Sinombre turns the page.-

Sinombre: "Well, I suppose she must have gotten something right, else she'd still be breathing, no?"

Edited by redneckphoenix on Apr 1st 2020 at 3:23:49 PM

The Black Beautifly

The Barman: Liars aren't immortal. Liars who don't think they lie even less so.

-He puts down an empty glass that is swiftly filled with liqueurs and creams and the zest of a berry that looks like almost entirely not an orange-

The Barman: And theories of secret-keepers and shadowed authorities is too dark for this bright place...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

-Sinombre slides forward a few crumpled bills and sips his drink.-

Sinombre: "Perhaps in another time, in another place. Another History. Perhaps one very close to ours."

-Sinombre turns a page.-

Sinombre: "Perhaps these lies, too, hold truth in that History. Or, perhaps, they are not lies at all, but simply a truth we are not currently equipped to work with."

The Black Beautifly

-The Barman steps away and shoots a pointed gaze at the old man mingling among the guests-

The Barman: He came in at midnight, but he's always been here now.

-He sighs and pours himself a glass of nothing-

The Barman: But if you are insistent, there is worse I can do than be a reluctant tutor...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Galar route 5, a few days ago

-Cady is training Treble. They've just defeated a wild Applin. Treble suddenly pauses.-

Treble: <Wait. She's here. We need to get out, now.>

Cady: Not this again... What is it?

Treble: <O-Over there!!>

-A telepathic voice echoes around.-

???: ~So, you thought you could escape...~

Cady: Who are you?! Show yourself!

???: ~I'm not after you. Hehehehe...~

Treble: <No... Please...>

???: ~I'm after that dang Noibat who never paid me back!~

-An angry Solosis emerges from a bush.-

An angry Solosis: ~I've followed you all the way from the wild area and I'm not gonna stop until you give me back the wishing piece I let you borrow!!~

Treble: <I... May have... Dropped it in one of the dens.>

An angry Solosis: ~But... That was my lucky wishing piece! That settles it.~

-They float up to Cady.-

An angry Solosis: ~Okay, I am joining your team so this clumsy oaf can repay his debt to me!~

-The angry Solosis rams itself into one of Cady's pokeballs.-

Cady: Wait, you need a name!

An angry Solosis: ~I heard you call them Treble, so in that case call me Alto.~

Cady: Um, okay.

wyndon, April 1st

-Eva and Hazel are somewhere. Evo is eating something.-

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Wyndon outskirts

A grizzled, holographic figure with claw machine grabbers for hands holds up a smartphone, undoubtedly trying to search for something on Google Maps. The wi-fi in this area is abysmal. Behind him is a metal-clad birdlike creature that outwardly resembles an offensive metal caricature of Zapdos, no doubt the kind of metal sculpture that the [Tate] would try to sell to Sylvestre Macraul.

Phineas Braun 2.0: The wi-fi in this city is garbage, wouldn't you say so, Adonis?

The large mechanical Zapdos-like entity says nothing.

Phineas Braun 2.0: Regardless. I know what we're gonna do today. And this time, there won't be any interruptions, such as the one with the FutureSeries Psyduck that cost me my physical body.

Beat.

Phineas Braun 2.0: Are we not doing a flashback?

Upton, from within the mechanical Zapdos: Nobody wants to hear that story, Dr. Braun.

Phineas Braun 2.0: Ah, who cares what you think? You're not human.

Upton: Neither are you.

Phineas Braun 2.0: Well, nothing you can do. You may still be able to snark but you're nothing but a puppet beholden to my scientific genius. You know, you'd be completely under control if I had the Spiral Stone, but you make do with what you have.

Upton: Whatever. I just want this day to be over. I'm glitching like crazy and it's not a comfortable experience at all.

Phineas Braun 2.0: It is time. Now, come, Zapdos' dark shadow, Servant of Pokefutures.

Upton: Way to proclaim loyalty to a dead company.

Castelia City, The Lillifuture

A bored, late middle aged Gavin Albright looks nonchalantly at a few articles in his office. His wandering mind is consumed with a lot of thoughts, among them how things had declined between him and estranged son. He stares at all the pictures in his desk with the two of them, and not a single one of the two of them ever featured David smiling.

He turned up and stared at the dartboard, which contained a photo of the Director of the IDPD. He pins another dart on the image, while mumbling "this is all your fault, you son of a bitch" in Orange Islander.

Suddenly he turns to the mirror. Something wasn't right.

He wasn't wearing a hat earlier, he thought. He stopped wearing those hats years ago. Also, he was wearing a suit, not a baggy green hoodie. Everything in his reflection was suddenly of him back when he was 28. He could seek the faint pixellated artifacts in his shoulders, as though reality itself was malfunctioning.

It was the first of April.

He reaches for the phone and closes the doors and windows. He then tells a Pory to cut the communication lines into the office.

Gavin/Lillifuture Shutter: This is Dolly calling Team Signal Command. We have a Situation 2319. I repeat, we have a 2319. Decentralized command shall not receive any orders from me until the Second of April, Over.

Castelia City, April 1, 2020

Shutter stared at his face at the bathroom. He was old.

Shutter: Oh, shit.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 13th 2020 at 10:14:20 PM

Black Beautifly

"So yeah, this place is really weird. At least I got away with bringing this in," Absent said before taking a massive drink, much to the tiger's - Shinji's - concern.

The alien - or "troll", as he insisted - kept shooting glances at the other patrons, as did Colton, as they weren't really feeling up to conversation at that point.

Especially since his author was sitting right in front of him.

Shinji was more than content to just get some pets and let Absent do the talking.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Apr 1st 2020 at 5:14:23 AM

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

wyndon, a bench near the river

-Eva and Merah are looking at the river. Suddenly, Eva's body seems to have been replaced with that of a Mimikyu.-

Merah: <Wait... What?!>

Eva: Why is everything so big?

wyndon, a monorail station

-Evo suddenly has a human body, wearing a pale green lab coat, a dark green shirt and black trousers. Her head is still covered by a mimikyu disguise.-

Evo: <Huh?!>

Hulbury stadium, earlier

-Cady is about to do her gym battle.-

Kat: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Cady: Come on, what's the worst that could happen?

Hulbury stadium, now

-Cady and Nessa walk out onto the pitch.-

Nessa:Welcome, esteemed challenger. As you probably know by now, I'm Nessa. Congratulations for clearing the mission. So, are you ready for the main event?

Cady: Yes. Wait... Is it just me, or does it seem a bit... Wet?

Nessa: Well, this is a water type- wait what?!

-The Stadium is somehow underwater. But everyone can still breathe.-

Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Apr 1st 2020 at 1:13:59 PM

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Silas is sitting at his table, eating breakfast when-

*pop*

He's a Deoxys again, yep, it's April first.

<Welp.>

Roxy just stares, "Is this just going to be a regular thing... what is this?"

Silas smiles, <Third time around, gonna go have fun!>

Roxy rolled her eyes, "Okay enjoy yourself."

Over the countless centuries of existence, you have persevered, forced into a situation beyond your recognition you took your charge and faced it with blade and grit. Death could not stop you, and you were rewarded with a mortal life again.

You continued still, awakening later in new form, regaining your blood and flesh. You are unstoppable, a force that cannot be contained. You were rewarded with a new team of companions to fight against evil and travel with, trust them, they will be your allies through this all.

And against all the evil that the darkest pits can muster, all the wickedness that existence can muster, I send only you. Rip and tear, until it is done.

There was a low rumbling chuckle, <So it begins.>

Arthur looked out the windows and blinked, heavy fog had rolled in and the sky had turned a dark red, "Oh great... what is it this time?"

Vega spoke up through the computer systems, "Detecting anomalous activity on... Earth... an alternative Earth."

Hayden marched in, <It has begun, get suited, get your team. You have work to do.>

Arthur blinked, "Uh Hayden, just what are you talking about?"

<Last year we were transported to an alternate Mars in a Universe like ours but not, our forms were altered and we had to fight through a horde of demons and distortion. It happened April 1st.>

Arthur just stared, then looked to Ranger and Clutch, who shrugged.

<That phrase your descendant likes to say, "The universe must have a sense of humor", it does. All of existence has a sense of humor and it puts us through these ordeals to entertain itself and other existences, for every good thing it also ensures we have struggles to overcome.>

Arthur just stared in horror, "what?"

<That said, it favors us and believes in the ideals of a narrative convention. A few schools of thought in PEFE follow this, whatever responsible for the sense of humor only has maximized power on April 1st, as a day where the walls of realities are thinner than ever.>

"...Just what was your Doctorate in?"

<Dimensional sciences, I worked at a research lab near Orre in the early 2000s. That is besides the point, we have work to do.>

Arthur stared at the others, then back to Hayden, "Okay... What do we need to do?"

<Vega, activate the locator, turn on the radio broadcast.>

Arthur set about pulling his armor on, as the room was filled with the sounds of screams, pleading for mercy, and a preacher saying the end has come, that Yveltal would have her fill.

Arthur put the helmet on, grabbed the pokeballs and hefted his new weapons, "Vega, get the Slipgate."

<Once you cross that portal, the story begins, this entire fortress will be pulled into that dimension until April 1st is done, we will have a lot of work to do. Are you prepared?>

Arthur said nothing, the gate opened, Clutch and Ranger followed right behind him as he charged in.

<Rip and tear, until it is done,> Hayden commented.

Halis wakes up, having previously been facefirst in a pile of snow. Oddly, they don't seem bothered by it at all.

Halis: "Huh, ok, I don't quite remember falling asleep in a pile of snow at any point in the near future but I'll gladly take that over waking up near strangers any day. Now, where was—"

As they start to look around, they notice their outfit's changed, almost seeming outright unsuited to their environment given that it's mostly just a blue dress, albeit one with a nice design. It even comes with a new text color, how thoughtful.

Halis: "...Hey, wait, what's this?"

Seemingly attached to the outfit is a note that simply says "I.O.U. one favor, don't forget" in their own handwriting. It seems to have been hastily scribbled, an afterthought and nothing else.

Halis: "Ohh... k, then? Dunno what that's about, but how'm I not freezing with this on? Oh, whatever, I'll just change back."

They do their twirly-sparkly cloth-changing trick again and try to return to their normal outfit, not noticing the blatantly-obvious ice wings that are following them, the fact that their usual trick didn't work, or the fact that appearancewise they're even shorter than usual again.

Halis: "Actually, why do I always end up back here? At this point I really should build an igloo or something if I'm gonna keep coming back."

With that in mind (and not much else, really), they start packing snow and ice together, which seems to freeze solid as soon as they're done shaping it, into a makeshift building. It'll probably be a while, though, so they go to look at their PDA and—

Halis: "...Uh, what!? Oh, you're kidding..."

Someone, possibly the same person that left them facedown in the snow, stole their PDA.

Asterios: "..."

Meanwhile, back at actual home, Asterios is confused by his return to a humanoid form, having to sit down just to make sure he doesn't hit his head on the ceiling. Someone opens the door.

???: "Was this the right place? Ugh, what even are these buttons? I can't believe the likes of them got to use my abilities last year, honestly... they seemed to just flip between happy and moody at the push of a button, so stupid."

The voice is all-too familiar to Asterios, who looks over.

Asterios: "...No, couldn't be..."

Euryale: "And yet it is. I'm back, truthfully this time."

Asterios: "..."

He seems oddly bothered somehow.

Asterios: "...Where are they?"

Euryale: "I wouldn't know the answer to that. All I know is, I'm here now, and I can actually be with you in full this time. Nobody else in the way."

Asterios: "...We're going to find them later."

She seems a bit confused, but given his situation, she tries her best to understand.

Euryale: "Right... later, though. What have you been doing all this time? I want to know."

And thus begins a lengthy conversation about largely-minor things (though whatever you do, do not tell Asterios his favorite show is minor), before which she goes to toss the PDA onto the bed, being interrupted by a sudden message.

Euryale: "Ugh, hold on. These humans, I swear..."

M!Silas stopped, the tracking fob still beeping, much more rapidly and louder now as it pointed at the tavern.

"He's here huh?"

~I can read his aura in there, grooves and all.~

M!Silas had gotten some odd looks, but he shrugged them off, he opened the doors and strided in, the fob pointing at one person at the bar, he marched forward, M!Hacks right beside him.

"Des, I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold."

There was a bright flash and then there stood a Deoxys, who's left arm was made of a glimmering liquid metal.

<That text is Hella suspicious, now I just gotta track down Halis's bug ridden PDA.>

Edited by EchoingSilence on Apr 1st 2020 at 10:06:15 AM

Motostoke, March 31st, 11:59

Des is at a tavern with a party hat on. C and Lita are asleep at the bar surrounded by empty mugs.

"Ha! Good on them to think they could out drink me on me birfday!"

He knocked back a drink and scarfed down a sausage.

Motostoke Tavern, AFD

C and Lita are gone. Des is grilling s hotdog on a grill.

He looked over at the bounty hunters that just arrived. He smirked and held up a ticket.

"Hot or cold? How about a nice hot meal instead? Meal ticket go!"

He threw the card at the hot dog and it disappeared in a puff of smoke. The smoke cleared and standing on the grill was an anthropomorphic hot dog in a cowboy hat with six shooters on his hips.

Hot Doggone-It-

Edited by PhilosopherStones on Apr 1st 2020 at 8:08:41 AM

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

-Forte and the Eevee Kid walk through a corridor onto the bridge, and Forte pauses-

-the large window in this room allows them to see the planet below-

Forte: Okay, when you said this was your spaceship I didn't think you meant we were actually in space.

Eevee Kid: Where else would it be, silly? Now come on, let's go!

-the Eevee Kid hops into the cockpit and starts things up-

-or tries to, anyway; the ship briefly moves, then returns to its original position-

Eevee Kid: Aww, out of fuel again?

Forte: Uh?

Eevee Kid: Come on! We need to find some more Time Pieces!

Forte: Uh???

Eevee Kid: Don't look at me like that. Just because you know I'm a time traveling adventurer now doesn't mean you have to act all confused!

-before Forte can process this, the Eevee Kid opens a tiny door on the spaceship window and leaps out into space-

-Forte is then sucked through and starts falling to earth-

Eevee Kid: Here we go!

Forte: Waaaaah!

Mezzo: Who are you and how did you get here?

Lalafell!Mezzo: Oh, let me introduce myself. Mezzopiano Morendo, black mage extraordinaire. As for how I got here, I don't know exactly. I was trying to teleport to my apartment, but I think the spell messed up somehow.

Mezzo: But wait, that's my name.

Fortis: Oh my gosh see she really is you, Piano! She's even a witch too!

Mezzo: I am not a witch!

Lalafell!Mezzo: Why not? I mean, if you're me, why wouldn't you want to be a witch?

Mezzo: What kind of question is that?

Do not fear power... fear those who wield it.

Wyndon

-Kamon is outside when he sees the shape of a large mechanical Zapdos in the distance-

Kamon: ...Huh. -starts heading over to investigate-

Motostoke, today

Channah: -to Tagg- Why than-

-poof-

-in her place sits a... creature. It looks a bit like a Persian, but...-

Cat◊: Mrow. -loafs at Tagg's feet and closes her eyes-

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

In her haste, Euryale left the door to Halis's room wide open and it's fairly easy to see and/or hear both her and Asterios talking.

Euryale: "Oh, so is that who you were talking about then?"

Asterios: "...Yeah, that's the bad guy. Not much to him."

They appear to be watching one of Asterios' favorite shows at the moment, completely disregarding the incursion of a legendary.

M!Silas stared at the dancing food, looked to M!Hacks who shrugged, and then fired off a small aura sphere that popped the food.

"Seems he's too drunk to properly respond," he noted, pulling out some cuffs, "Not sure how he got away from us in the first place."

~Well, at least we can drag him back now, might need to shove him in carbonite.~

Silas poked his head into Halis's room and looked about, <Huh... where is Halis... and what are you watching and just who are you?>