Wedgehurst

Julian: <Hey. Don't be messin' with us. We freakin' live here.>

Farmer Beckett: Thank you. Lay it on the table so everyone can share.

Beck comes back with sourdough bread and leaves it with Clara. Tommy has eaten a few buttered scones. Only Shinji, the kabuto, is out.

Beck: Why just him?

Tommy: My bugs are on a specialized diet and my mom can live off electricity. I'll need to feed them special bug food on specified times of day. Anything else is sometimes food. Shinji was more of a scavenger and he's the only one who can digest human food.

Beck: I see. Seafood, then? We have arrokuda fillets in the fridge.

Tommy: Yeah, if it's not too much trouble. Too much human food is bad for him.

Shinji: <I hate you sometimes. Order a pizza.>

Edited by MasterJayAM on May 4th 2020 at 3:00:58 AM

Wedgehurst

Violet: Okay.

-She sets the cake on the table.-

Celsian: <Don't you think Copper should share the cake with us?>

Platto: <Yes, but do we really want to get arrested?>

Violet: I'll have to ask.

Clara quickly takes notice of the bread, shoving piece after piece in her mouth. Meanwhile, Audnoi was pouring heavily-sugared tea on her “hair” buns and trying to attach candies to them.

<Work already! Why won’t these stupid things just stick when I want them to? .....ugh, should’ve gotten the old hag to do it.>

Mama waved weakly at the new visitors.

Silas looked at everyone else, and then at Royale, "I am not singing."

Bishop pondered it, "Well Captain, it could work, you've been improving on vocals-"

"No. I think Tagg's plan is better. The question is, how do we do it? Just smash them?"

Arthur blinked, and took his helmet off, he took a deep gasp of air and spoke, "Wait, this isn't another part of the afterlife? How can you die in the afterlife?"

"I once planned to use the Distortion World as a energy source, I would not dare attempt to enter into Yveltal's domain," Hayden explained.

He stepped around and observed the citizens of the town, hoping to find something off about them, a unusual skintone, growing scales or horns, or something that showed how the Distortion World had affected them.

Arthur sighed, "I apologize for my Golurk there, Hayden is a researcher and doesn't seem to get the idea of personal space."

"I do what I do, for the good of humanity and mon," Hayden responded.

The Ardizzone Apartment, Angela

Luca: "I'm going after him."

Benedetta: "Luca, I can't give you another squadra. Half of those soldiers are still in therapy."

"We served scrambled eggs at the Saturday brunch and they all started screaming."

Luca: "I'm aware, Dona. I'm just letting you know I'm going after him. You know I've already written up a will like the rest of the mafia."

Benedetta: "I didn't say I was letting you go alone."

-Luca stares at her, eyes wide behind his round glasses.-

Luca: "No. I won't allow it."

Benedetta: "Don't forget that I'm still above you in rank, fragolino. You try to stop me and you won't leave Los Phiones alive."

-Luca sighs.-

Luca: "You scare me, Bennie."

Benedetta: "I know. When do we leave?"

Luca: "Tomorrow."

-Mismatched eyes meet the innocent blue ones in agreement.-

Halis: <Ah, yes, I'll just go ahead and uh... attack the things that I don't even know how to fight. Great idea, captain...>

They were looking at Silas when they said that second bit, obviously not in favor of the aggressive approach.

Wild Area, Watchtower Ruins

Brie: So, uh...got a Sinistea there, huh?

Ever: Oh. Yeah.

Brie: Gonna let them out?

Ever: Yeah. Glimmer, Scramble, get ready in case they've inherited their interest in murder.

Scramble: <!>

Glimmer: <I feel a need to point out an interest in premeditated murder. I imagine they'd plan first.>

Ever: Shush. You're supposed to be goth, not generally pessimistic.

Brie: Don't pigeonhole her.

Glimmer: <Yeah, don't pigeonhole me.>

-Ever rolls their eyes and sends out the Sinistea-

Sinistea: <...>

Ever: Welcome to the world. I'm sure you must be very confused to—

Sinistea: (severely) <You're filthy.>

Brie: They're perceptive.

Ever: Die. Go on.

Sinistea: <You're completely disheveled. There's no excuse for that. If I'm going to represent you, or you're going to represent me, you'll need to be in much better condition.>

Ever: You're a ghost inhabiting a broken fake teacup.

-the face printed on the teacup scowls-

Sinistea: <Yes, and I make it look perfect. I have to insist you do the same.>

Ever: I love them. Brie, name ideas?

Brie: You're on your own.

Ever: Spaghetti.

Brie: That's awful. Change it.

Ever: Already entering it.

SinisteaSpaghetti: <I don't understand. Explain yourself.>

-the Sinistea settles themself onto Ever's shoulder with an annoyed clink, their body extending out of the teacup to look Ever in the eyes-

Ever: Well, you're tea, right?

Spaghetti: <I'm a ghost possessing a teacup, actually. You just said so.>

Ever: And spaghetti is pasta, which is the opposite of tea.

Brie: ...How is that—

-...-

-...-

Ever: ...

Brie: ...

Ever: ...

Brie: I hate you.

Ever: Me too.

Spaghetti: <I still don't follow.>

Ever: We're gonna be the best of friends, little teacup.

Hammerlocke Plant

"...I can't argue with that," Roy figured. "But then what do we do? If Surtr's just going to keep coming back every time we kill him here, we have to get him out of here.

"Wait." He paused. "Remember what I said about the League up north?" He realized. "If Surtr invades the place to forcefully recruit, he'll be away from his ritual fire."

Vanity Concert Hall

"I think I have an idea. The reds are the people who support this guy, right? The blues must be literal blues - doubts. If we can make blues outnumber the reds, his ego will be in enough peril he'll come out to defend it. Maybe. I probably just want to perform," he conceded, chuckling.

Old Ruins

Des was momentarily plagued by his personal demons thanks to the Singer's song.

NO ONE CARES TO KNOW YOU/YOULL NEVER CATCH UP WITH THE OTHERS/WHY DO YOU NEGLECT YOUR LOVED ONES/YOURE GOING TO DIE ALONE IN OBSCURITY/YOU LEFT THE OVEN ON YOU IDIOT

Luckily the Singer was taken out. Des shook his head, then looked up when he heard the voice.

"Am I going insane or can other people hear that to?"

Edited by PhilosopherStones on May 2nd 2020 at 6:48:02 AM

Halis is looking off into the distance through a window, their scarf remaining surprisingly inanimate compared to how it usually flutters in an invisible wind.

Halis: "Oh, how many times will pass before we're done, how many little, indivisible times..."

They seem to be talking to themselves about something, before looking at a nearby clock.

Halis: "Oh, my, the time's getting a bit late. I suppose I can stay up a bit longer, though, it's a nice sight."

They sigh softly, and resume watching out the window, though they do seem to be watching every now and then for anyone who might show up.

The Signer crumbled, and her Abra crumbled away into dust, bested in battle. The Lucario as well vanished and the Soldier soon flickered out of existence. Hacks stepped over and used his aura sight to try and see them, ~They're gone,~ He commented.

Silas let out a sigh, "Okay, so we're... you know what that's getting hard to keep up, just gonna revert to normal there."

He coughed a bit and flipped the visor up on his helm, "Okay so... yes Des, I heard the voice. Kinda sounds like old re- Hacks can you sense anything else?"

Hacks gave it a go, ~I sense a bit of a lingering aura, grooves are similar to yo- oh Arceus Damnit... is that the lingering spirit of Great Grandpa?~

Silas groaned, "Yep... seems something of him is stuck here."

Hacks sighed, ~Alright that aside, everyone alright? Seems the Spawns can't survive without mon or trainer, symbiotic glitch life of some sort.~

Hey kinda like you and me bud, the Pen whispered into Gale's ear.

Silas dug through whatever remains and only found a used torch, and a small bag of maybe 15 gold coins, he sighed, "Everyone okay at least?"

Distortion World

Duolis: I... see. Forgive me.

-She winces at the magic comment-

Medea: Our so-called fearless leader seems to be on edge.

Huginn: I have an inkling as to why...

Hammerlocke Power Plant

Gaius: Easy there, we're gonna kick Sutur's ass and then no one has to be sacrificed. Just. Don't blow our cover.

Metropolis Of Vanity

Flamel: Defeating other Shadows could also get his attention.

Royal: Is finding where he's hiding an option? This city is huge but there could be a way...

Motostoke Gym

-No update this post-

-Author is tired-

Shadesden, past

Channah: ...Weird. Wait, why don't people like, uh, magic in this place? I don't get it.

Old Ruins, past

Kamon: I'm perfectly fine. Hm, I don't think I've ever heard 'symbiotic' and 'glitch' together in the same sentence.

Rockstar: -staring at the remains- <Still would love tae go hame.>

Old Ruins

-Nightingale retrieves a few arrows that have clattered to the ground following the dissipation of her enemies and stows her weapons-

We're reliant on each other, but I wouldn't say we couldn't exist without the other. Still, love having you around.

I'm bruised but otherwise doing alright. Good to go for another fight.

Hammerlocke Power Plant

Good. Don't make bad decisions.

-She backs off towards the shadows, still looking entirely tensed up-

I apologize in advance.

Vanity City

Anthem: <I mean I guess you can give it a crack but if you don't have the star power I can step up.>

Ardizzone Apartment

Lydia: <So the plan you two - the leader of a mafia that controls most of the city, and one of the elite members of that mafia - came up with->

Roman: <-is to run in and blow shit up?>

Good thing my will's in order.

Benedetta: "We aren't unprepared. I have some new muscle on my team too. Not to mention..."

-She slowly struts across the room.-

Benedetta: "Traditionally, the mafia has always used firearms. During the [Prohibition] especially, but even after that. However, we don't really use them. Fighting is usually done with Pokémon. People only die when they really cross us."

"And yet, when you see my soldiers in the city, many of them are armed. Why? Intimidation. Our enemies think twice before they pull anything, because who among the civilians is actually working for me?"

"But firearms are rare, so to speak. Most people have no need for them. A tool that kills so readily has no place among the world. Which is why my mafiosos all carry unloaded weapons. A few of them carry blanks, but most of them essentially carry paperweights."

"I, on the other hand-"

-Benedetta flicks a switch, revealing a cache of various weapons and tools.-

Benedetta: "I have no qualms against using lethal force against the likes of Pokefutures. Even then, all I have as far as guns is my pistol and my lupara. We'll be using more...specialized weaponry."

Luca: "Mmmhmm."

Benedetta: "Actually...you've never killed anything or anyone that wasn't a Glitch, huh? Not even out of necessity."

Luca: "No. But these are not innocent lives."

Benedetta: "No, but nonetheless. Taking lives weighs on you, Luca. Your soul is stained. Even as one of my soldiers, I've kept you away from that sort of thing."

"I don't want this to destroy who you are."

Luca: "...it won't."

Lillifuture - Los Phiones

-A king sits on his throne, his kingdom grasped in an iron fist.-

-Revenge consumed him and destroyed him.-

-There are no traces of who he used to be. His eyes are cold, almost dead. There is no joy in his life.-

-Fate is cruel. Xerneas creates souls, and Yveltal guides it away.-

-The God of Death claimed two souls that day.-

Shadow Rout

-Shaun bites his lip.-

-No, he decides. Not as it stands right now.-

Wild Area

Ever: So, what are we making?

Brie: Curry. Apparently it's really popular here, this guy just handed me a book of recipes.

Ever: Yeah, uh, I'm reading these, and I'm not sure these are FDA-approved.

Brie: Good thing we're not in [Unova].

Ever: That's not really the point I'm getting at.

Brie: Just chop these.

Ever: Yes'm.

Spaghetti: <Those slices need to be more even. Larger slices won't properly soak in the broth, and ones that are too small will get soggy.>

Ever: Apologies. Working with one arm here.

Spaghetti: <I am too!>

Brie: Really got a kindred spirit there, haven't you?

Ever: The symbolism is astounding.

Spaghetti: <Try harder.>

Ever: -rolls eyes, but begins recutting the Oran berries-

Brie: So, we add all the ingredients...

Ever: Like, in order?

Brie: No, just toss 'em in...

Ever: (frowning, but acceding, doing their best to keep Scramble out of the pot) Where did you get this book?

Brie: From a guy.

Ever: The same one who eats random candies dropped by wild Pokemon?

Brie: I...don't see how that's relevant.

-...-

Brie: Anyway, now we fan...

-as Ever finishes scraping everything on the cutting board into the pot, Brie begins stoking the flames-

Ever: Couldn't Skyfire or Glimmer do this? It'd be good practice.

Skyfire: <Occupied.>

Atlantis: <Very.>

Brie: ...Anyway, this stresses the importance of naturally-produced flame.

Ever: And not proper order of ingredients input? Anyway, what's more natural than Pokemon?

Brie: ...Anyway, there's one more step.

Ever: Isn't curry supposed to take time to cook?

Brie: Let's not pretend you know.

Ever: I'll rephrase. Isn't food supposed to take time to cook?

Brie: I've seen you eat minute rice cold. I think you're just impatient.

Ever: That's not fair. I've gone whole days between meals.

Brie: That's supposed to be a reptile thing, just so you know.

Ever: Eh.

Arc: <Is food almost ready?>

Ever: Working on it.

Brie: Just one more step.

-she sets the book down, drawing something out in cumin on the cutting board-

Ever: -peering over her shoulder, and at the book- ...Uh, Brie, are you sure about tha—

-Brie removes a small, glowing object from her chest, and tosses it into the curry-

-Scramble, the Dreepy Swarm, and Spaghetti all become very interested in the pot, hovering around as Ever attempts to fend them off-

-Glimmer comes running up, surprising given her lack of feet-

Glimmer: <Something smells good! Is there food?>

Ever: Not yet, also what?

Glimmer: <Uh, I mean...something about the heat death of the universe? I dunno. I'm hungry.>

Ever: What did you just put in?!

Brie: It said to add heart!

Ever: That means you should feel comfortable putting your own personal spin on the food you make!

Brie: Apparently that's not true!

Ever: Are you feeling okay???

Brie: Yes???

Ever: ...Okay.

Brie: Well, it should be ready. Who wants first taste?

Ever: "Want" is a strong word. I feel a slight obligation.

Brie: Go ahead.

-Ever sticks in a spoon, withdrawing a small amount of curry, and sipping it-

-...-

-...-

Ever: This doesn't taste like any of the things we put in.

Brie: Oh.

Ever: Somehow good though.

Brie: Huh.

Ever: I don't know how I feel about that.

Brie: Me neither.

Ever: ...You know what, there are times to ponder the philosophical ramifications of dubious occult curry, and there are times for dinner. Dig in, guys.

-they and Brie begin ladling out portions, and everyone eats-

Wedgehurst, a few days ago

Farmer Beckett, to Violet's group: Anything in particular that you would like? I can have my son check the icebox. As your host I insist that you

Beck comes in with a nice looking set of teacups and a piece of fried fish.

Beck: Cups for tea. How much sugar and what kind of milk. Also, may I interest anyone in sandwiches?

Beck passes the plate with the fillets to Tommy and his kabuto.

Beck: Hope you don't mind it fried. Here's a lemon wedge.

Tommy: Not at all. Here you go, Shinji.

The kabuto greedily grabs the fillet from his hands.

Vanity Concert

"That may be true, but we can't exactly isolate a few Shadows and see if our Personas are strong enough to take them on, especially since they seem to tend to cluster together," Rage and love reasoned.

"I mean, I'll gladly try a solo act and see if I can get a few Shadows to support us. They don't seem to mean us any harm yet. Maybe there's a guitar backstage I could swipe to start building an audience on the corner."

Hammerlocke

"Don't apologize for trying to help."

Edited by AbsentCoder on May 3rd 2020 at 7:50:11 AM

Wedgehurst, past

Violet: Uh, before I get something to eat, mind if I ask a slightly suspicious question?

Wedgehurst

Beck: Oh, go ahead.

Wedgehurst, past

Violet: A month or so ago I happened to find a pokeball with a delta pokemon in it. Would I be allowed to let it out or might someone around here call the police on me for having something illegal?

Wedgehurst, past

Farmer Beckett: What? Did the big man in parliament say something dumb again.

Beck: I don't recall ever Sir Nigel ever banning deltas. As long as they're registered, they should be fine. You have our permission to let them out on our property.

Wedgehurst, past

Violet: No, she's not registered. Wait, they're allowed here?

-She sends out Copper, who floats around the table a few times.-

Copper: <Finally. I was boooooored in there.>

Old Ruins

Des massaged his temples a little.

"Yeah I'm ok. Just had all of my insecurities flash before me in my mind's eye like a psychiatric speedrun."

Edited by PhilosopherStones on May 3rd 2020 at 11:16:53 AM

Wedgehurst

Beck: A chimecho. Y'don't see that every day around 'ere. PEFE can prolly help ye get their paperwork in order if ye wanna really avoid the people at customs.

Farmer Beckett: The wankers at customs don't come 'ere often. You should be safe 'ere.