The offices were quiet, a few admins could be seen rushing around, a few with fire mons burning files.

Up stepped Admin Clayton, "Ah Salem, I see you didn't get the news, we're abandoning this location and moving to a new one. Standard procedure, came at a poor time."

Clayton dug in and handed over a folder, "Look through this however, this job was recommended for you, it's a quick one."

Hunter's Guild Base

-Salem catches the folder and flips through it-

Salem: Heh... Looks like I came at the right time, after all.

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Apr 6th 2020 at 1:52:21 PM

Stormchaser, Room 713

Three characters sat on the bed tucked away in the room's corner. All of them with red hair but none of them with freckles.

A sword laid in its scabbard behind the eldest while his girlfriend looked at the youngest with a mixture of concern and pride. All three were human, giving the eldest two a proper look at their son's human form.

Red hair like his father that went down to his shoulders in a scraggly mess, [Western] sneakers under [Japanese] hakama. A dark red jacket, tied around his waist, hiding the gap between his pants and his neon orange shirt.

"...I know I'm only physically matured," Koyasa conceded, nervously sucking on a stick of cinnamon like it was a cigarette. "I don't know what I can really say right now, I don't know what I want to do. I don't know what you want me to do, mom."

"I think the best thing I can ask you to do is take over for me. I wouldn't say I'm retiring completely," she conceded. "But I'm content to just support you from the sidelines. I remember reading about how this thing called the "Species Clause" dissuades Colton from partnering us up," she recalled. "But if we need everyone we can, I promise we'll fight as a family."

"Your mother is right. Granted, I don't share the same retirement sentiment," Roy said. "Even though I need to get lost in battle first. P-point is, do what you want, we just want you to be happy."

"Thanks. That means a lot to me."

Koyasa and Sunny found themselves nuzzling each other before they caught themselves. They laughed nervously before they stood up to get some lunch.

The low sounds of a bass guitar came from another room, Mae plucking the strings with methodical precision to a rhythm that wasn't discernible from through the door.

Snowpoint Temple, April Fools

-From deep within there is a deep, uproarious-

-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK-

Jim: <MAD RESPECT.>

Wyndon

Alex: EXCELLENT! I want to join you.

Hammerlocke

-Olivia and her Ninetales approach Gale-

Olivia: Hello again.

Stormchaser

Woman: I'm sure it's just a coincidence. Farewell!

-She, the man, and the Haunter retreat into the depths and whip off whatever disguises they were wearing-

Woman Oh who are we kidding it's Sylvestra Macraul: I can't believe this! we've infiltrated the J-Team!

Man Oh who are we kidding it's David Macraul: We can do quite a bit of sabataoage...

Sylvestra: Not yet! We've got to focus on our initial target first and foremost. So no soul-eating.

Haunter: Oh who are we kidding it's The Black Fog:    If you insist.   

Sylvestra: But yes. Once we get ahold of that man and his Flygon... Then we go places.

-Unbeknownst to them Siegbert and Storm are watching and listening from afar-

Seigbert: Oh hey they have the same goal as we do kinda sorta mabye friends?

Storm: No. I know who they are. They can't be trusted.

Seigbert: Oh. So what do we do?

Storm: Watch. And wait.

Hulbury Gym

-Neon is doing the gym puzzle-

-And by that he's just parting the water with his psychic powers-

-Rude-

[Heathrow], Wyndon, March 31

Tommy: That's great. Here are my contact details. I'm expecting a meeting with them in a couple of days. May I have yours? I'd like to keep you posted on my end as well and so I can tell the fellas there to give you the guest pass.

Hammerlocke

-A shiver ripples through Gale's body as she recognizes the voice, holding Millie tighter and trying not to look upset-

Hello Liv...

Wyndon

Alex: My contact info should be on your phone in three... two... one...

-beep-

Hammerlocke

Olivia: -eyebrow raise- What's wrong? We're colleagues, right?

Raiden The Ninetales: <I think I know why...>

Hulbury Gym

-Neon storms into the arena-

Neon: I want a battle!

Nessa: Let me do a rousing speech fir-

Neon: Battle!

Nessa: ...Fine. Kids.

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Hammerlocke

-Gale takes a deep breath and sets Millie off to the side-

Yes. Colleagues. Are you also here to do the Gym Challenge like a surprising amount of our colleagues?

-She taps her pocket and nods for seemingly no reason-

J-Team Textspace

Stormchaser — Echopoint

-Echo shrugs-

Echo: If the harm you are doing in this endeavor ends up outweighing the good, then someone will step up to stop it. But they will also do so even if you are doing the right thing, because it is counter to their wishes. The best you can do is hope that the ends do justify the means, and that you aren't slain by someone with less savory intents.

-She chuckles darkly.-

Echo: Or perhaps you should be wary of your own self-doubt about it. Someone might be trying to get to you, using the very same means. You don't suppose either of us has a 'Palace' of our own, do you? One that we're blind to?

Motostoke — The Past Week

-It seems Kai has found a new way to occupy their time.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Apr 6th 2020 at 11:23:27 AM

-Sunny walks into the room-

Lalafell!Mezzo: Oh, is that your Carbuncle?

Mezzo: No?

Lalafell!Mezzo: Okay then.

-and gets blasted by a jet of flame-

Sunny: <Ow!>

Mezzo: Hey!

Lalafell!Mezzo: What? You said it wasn't yours.

Eevee Kid: Oh, I just remembered something!

Forte: Huh?

Eevee Kid: Your camera!

-Forte tilts their head-

Eevee Kid: I bet if I fix it we can get a Time Piece! Here, let me see.

-before Forte can react, Eevee Kid snatches the camera from them and looks it over-

Eevee Kid: Hmm...

-she gives it a light bop with her umbrella, and an hourglass pops out-

Forte: Wait, what?

Eevee Kid: I knew it!

-Forte picks it up-

Forte: So this is a Time Piece?

Eevee Kid: Don't drop it!

Forte: Why not? What happens if I—

-as if by fate, the Time Piece slips from their hand and shatters on the ground-

-Fast forward activated!-

Eevee Kid: Uh... okay, we're stable. I think we just jumped forward a few days.

Forte: Wait, so it's not April Fools' Day anymore? That means no more weird stuff, right?

-the reset also hit the inside of the building, Lalafell!Mezzo vanishing as it happened-

Sunny: <I was actually going to check out that universal disturbance, but it seems to have fixed itself.>

Mezzo: Well, now I'm just more confused.

Lalafell!Mezzo: Aww, back to normal. Well, it was fun meeting that other me at least.

Stormchaser - Room 713

<Hm?> Roy muttered, being handed Colton's phone.

"I figure you may know something about this," he summarized. Roy looked at the message and blanched, swiftly returning, leaving Sunny to fall to the couch, to Koyasa's amusement.

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Halis: "Whwhwhwhwhaaaaat!?"

The noise is apparently loud and shocking enough to cause Halis to temporarily lose control over their flight, falling to the ground. Thankfully, they conjure a pile of snow to soften their landing.

Halis: "I, uh... I d-don't think that's a Regi..."

They get up and slowly resume their prior hovering state after shaking off the snow.

Halis: "So, uh, who wants to go first? N-not me, please, I'm, uh... allergic to honking. Yeah, let's just go with that."

Wild Area

Hammerlocke, Taxi Stop

Phineas: Seriously. We should go back to Wyndon. Those two are giving me all sorts of weird vibes.

Upton: I don't think they're noticing us. Well, until the bird taxi arrives, we don't have much of a choice.

Geographic Society Offices

The Geographic Society Office is a Gothic Revival structure that seemed all too cliche for museums and academic buildings in Galar. The entrance was abuzz with visitors to the attached museum and journalists, citizen scientists, and academic experts from various fields walking to and fro. In the background on one of the monitors is a Video Screen showing a loop of past episodes of web shows produced by the Geographic Society for younger (7-12 and 13-17) markets. The current one showing is Learner Lab.

There should be a guard waiting.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 7th 2020 at 5:42:40 PM

Snowpoint Temple, AFD

Jared: I will! Chaaaaaaarge!

-he heads in-

Jim: <LONROY JUNKINS!>

-heads after-

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Hammerlocke

-Robin is here-

-As is Julius-

-As well as the other Emblemites on the author's end-

Hammerlocke, Gale

Olivia: No. I'm back here in Galar to watch. And... Take care of some buisness.

Hulbury Gym

-Cavendish is now fighting a Goldeen-

Cavendish: <Now let's make this qui->

-Megahorn-

Cavendish: Ow, rude!

-He Energy Balls the Goldeen, who's taken out pretty easily because... it's a Goldeen-

Geographic Society

-Alex just kind of shows up with Davy and flashes an ID-

Alex: Here on documentary business! Totally!

Hammerlocke

-Gale gains what could outwardly be called a smile but... Not-

Oh, more morally okay ghost eating to do? Don't want Braun to be lonely...

-She laughs in that caustic way before taking a deep breath-

No. No that was... Too much, sorry...

Turffield- AFD

(Just as Raru had said, Dio's eyelids get very heavy from the pink energy that Raru is emitting, and Dio soon falls asleep.)

Geographic Society Office, Wyndon

Guard: We've been expecting you, madam.

He hands him a couple of directions. Meanwhile, the short features a "making of" behind the scenes video where Tommy introduces the viewers to the production staff of the web show. Two of them are in a writer room.

Learner Lab Season 8 Finale: How to Make a Science Web Show

Tommy, on video: These fellas are the guys in charge of making every episode possible. The writer team. We brainstorm ideas for new episodes and they write and research much of the content you see. They even wrote the script for this episode.

Writer Team Member Gregor: Okay, three, two, one.

Tommy: Nice try, but I'm allowed to improv. But I'll go ahead and say it anyway, you guys are awesome.

Pop up: These three go way back. Tommy used to be part of the writing team as well.

Writer Team Member Gabe: That's not your line.

Writer Team Member Gregor: You're supposed to venerate us as gods.

Tommy, on video: Seriously, though, you guys are great.

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Turffield AFD

-The light in Raru's eyes fade Dio falls asleep.-

Raru: -calmly to Dio- <Can you hear me, Dio?>

Turffield, AFD

Dio: <Yes... I can hear you...>

Turffield AFD

Raru: -calmly- <Good... Now, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken like normal, however... Whenever you hear the phrase, "Arceus' Unholy Flank", you will begin to act like Colton Rever. Do we understand each other?>

Hammerlocke

A certain red-haired fwemblo has made his way to Hammerlocke in casual attire, a sheathed sword poking out of an old backpack along with a few other things that he felt he'd need, distending it.

Strangely, the backpack was worn over casual attire - red shirt, blue jeans and brown sneakers.

Hammerlocke Center

<Still a little worried about how Mom didn't let me come with her,> Koyasa conceded, sitting beside his trainer.

"To be fair, I do need a sixth. And what they're doing is more dangerous than anything sanctioned by the league," Colton added.

Turffield, AFD

Dio: (wearily) <Yes...>

Turffield AFD

Raru: -calmly- <Good.>

Also Raru: -calmly and smugly- <Also... Your next line will be, "Wh-What happened? Did it work?">

-Raru snaps his fingers, signalling to Dio that it's time to awake from the trance.-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Apr 7th 2020 at 8:05:51 AM

Turffield, AFD

Kim: (blinks, thinking to herself) Okay... that is impossible. Ralts don't have fingers.

(Dio, meanwhile, wakes up from the trance and blinks.)

Dio: <W-what happened? Did it work?>