Hammerlocke

"Yeah, some sort of legend about an ice-dragon being the key to defeating - " Roy paused, a number of things racing through his mind as his words left his mouth.

August '18 and the Tao Dragons' typings, specifically.

"... You're not... ice, are you." He said. "I mean, don't think I don't appreciate the help, and I know that you should be able to be Ice-type, but..." he trailed off, unsure what to say, and also slightly intimidated by Ilya's grace and Heracles' snarling. "M-my trainer told me... he's not mad, kinda over you... annoyed you broke the promise, but he's accepted..." He backed off as he continued to inadvertently dig himself deeper, turning his gaze to look at a cloud and nervously playing with his hair.

Metropolis Vanity

Rage and Love follows, head turned to the beacon of light. "This gonna be fun. Maybe."

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Vain Metropolis

-Anthem returns Eris to mask form and Mimic becomes the pink blob Shift again but Anthem just picks up Shift and runs before he can turn into the Directorlike form again-

-Absconding ensues-

Paige Manor

-Nightingale perks up at the mention of food and ponders something-

If people are willing to chip in for cost, I can probably get rations sorted. I've been meaning to investigate something like that.

Border Wyld Grove

A Chatot: Well it can't be any worse than '82. '82 almost ended up a calamity on it's own. Because—

-Meloetta twirled in place and resumed her back and forth floating across the grove-

Meloetta: <—Because I did not notice the drummer had secretly been the Aria the whole time, I know. But still! Half of the original candidates are taken out, non-lethally assassinated even, by something before the competition even starts and it's taking six months to get through Round 1. What if the Chorus has already instilled an Aria by now?>

A Chatot: Well until they actually start using the D-song we won't know. Which means you shouldn't stress too much.

-Meloetta drifts over to the whiteboard with the prospective bracket and stares a it-

Meloetta: <But if we can't find a candidate for the Song of Suppression... We can't handle an unstoppable Aria, especially in an era like this.>

A Chatot: Missie? Calm down. Was it you who coined the term 'the show must go on'?

Meloetta: <No but I get what you're trying to say. I just need to make the call on Sugar vs Hecate, get that match with the dragons and Cool Squad settled and we can go to Round Two at least even if—>

-She checks the bracket again-

Meloetta: <The loser of our remaining match gets a by. Okay. You go talk to the Squad and I'll see if the dragons are still around.>

-The Chatot nods and takes flight, leaving the muse legendary alone in the grove to stew in her anxieties-

[A certain streaming platform]

-Gale's on, sitting criss-cross on the bed in a Stow-On-Side hotel room-

Alright. So I promised no Masquerade, no barrier between the weird and wondrous stuff I get up to and you lot. So, let's grab some tea and let's talk about a friend of mine.

-She grabs a teacup (with a Paul Tea brand decal on it) from off-screen and whispers out a 'thanks' to Maxwell who clearly fetched it for her-

So everyone remembers when the sky was broken yeah? A whole year or two where everyone could tell that the multiverse was real and the Mobius Society had breached into it. I knew at the time, I was already aware of other worlds well before then because of course a great majority of my stuff comes from those other worlds. But personally? I've never really traveled that far or that long outside of our good old Material Plane. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't have the means... Kinda makes me envious of those I know who can; whether that's characters in fiction-that-is-also-likely-true-in-another-universe or the friend I wanted to talk about:

We see eye to eye on the multiverse, or at least used to; how fiction and reality are so entwined that it's no use dignifying between the two, how easy it is to bring stories into our world or use the knowledge of a story to see it's events through somewhere else.

-She pauses, eyebrow twitching a little as she brushes the edge of a headache-

And he could travel, that's what I'm envious of. Twiceover he found himself in organizations that gave him the means to go to places I have only ever seen in illustrations or as words on a screen. And I don't know how he did it, I can't tell whether it was a skill or a machine or if he was just straight up a Planeswalker.

-Gale sighs and sips some of her tea-

I don't really know what the goal of this story was, I just kinda wanted to put it out there. Heck, maybe one of you has a hookup on a vacation across the multiverse but I wouldn't expect it. Guess I should just focus on this world eh? I've got plans to tackle Stow's gym soon once my team's looking good for it so I'll letcha know when that's on.

-She recovers from the edge of sadness and downs the rest of her cup-

Alright, let's open up to questions.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

"Food stocks will be needed, as well as supplies of potions, first aid, and so on," Silas noted.

Hendricks was already writing things down, "Good, good... Some nights may go on longer than others."

"True, it took us 6 hours, no reason to say it won't take others 12 hours or longer. Can we do anything about that?"

Hendricks grinned, "The ruins are very arid, you could perhaps set up campsites when exhausted to rest and calm yourselves."

Silas nodded, "Not a bad idea, we have firewood?"

"Lots."

Roxy grinned, it was good to see a plan coming together.

"Hendricks, get us all the firewood and food you can, everyone who can make it for the next expedition will be following him to the Ruins. We have a lot of areas to clear everyone."

Hendricks smiled, "You will want to meet the owners of the locales around here as well. Kent, Tabitha, and Alfred."

Silas sighed, "Noted. With that done, anyone have anything to add or say?"

Paige Manor

"If we're gonna be in this manor for the next little while we should organize sleeping arrangements."

"How many rooms does this place have and how big are the beds?"

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

Paige Manor

Upton awkwardly raises his hands. He's not wearing the metal harness—a concession he had to trying to fix the wiring; he wasn't about endanger everyone else if anything goes wrong. Thus, he periodically flickers around the shoulders.

Almost like he was something of an aberration to reality. Like something that should never have existed in the first place.

That said, this flickering almost always happens around his shoulders.

Upton: Does anybody here have can openers?

He lays down a rather large bag full of a bunch of canned goods, which he laid on the table with a thud. This fella's got an impressively strong upper back to have carried all of them. It's quite a lot of canned goods for one person to consume.

Phineas, in [German]: <Damn it, Adonis. You could've bought one when we were still in Wedgehurst! And you were the one who thought it would be a good idea to go backpacking!>

Upton: Schnauze!

He turns to his hosts.

Upton: I mean, if we can order it from town we could pick one up along with more food...

Edited by MasterJayAM on May 25th 2020 at 12:26:39 AM

Paige Manor

"I guess we should get pretty well-rested before we dive in," Ammy considered. "Sure, 12 hours is 12 hours, but the better condition we start in, the better we finish," she reasoned.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Motostoke Stadium

-PEFE!Every leaves the stadium, wiping sweat off her forehead-

-she finds Ever in the waiting room, looking slightly disheveled-

-and inexplicably barefoot-

PEFE!Every: Hi! Why aren't you wearing shoes?

Ever: Stolen by gremlins.

PEFE!Every: ...Is that, like, a metaphor for—

Ever: No, my shoes have been stolen by something. I don't know what and I don't know where they went.

PEFE!Every: Oh. Well, did you see my match?

Ever: No, unfortunately I was occupied by being mugged by a sprite.

PEFE!Every: Oh. Well, I saved a replay. I used—

Ever: Stealth Rock?

PEFE!Every: (blink) How'd you know?

Ever: Just a guess.

-they hug PEFE!Every-

I'm really proud of you, you know that?

PEFE!Every: That means nothing to me, but thanks all the same.

Ever: So how's the challenge work? Do I need to bypass it?

PEFE!Every: I am unfortunately under an NDA.

Ever: ...Huh. That's normal.

PEFE!Every: -shrugs-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Stormchaser

-Coil and Iris yelp and jump back-

Turffeild Cafe

Sylvestra: Vacation? Dear I'm on a mission.

Hammerlocke

-Ilya raises a confused eyebrow at Roy then turns to the others-

Ilya: So since we're ice dragons you think wee can deal with this scary ritual?

Heracles: -snarls-

'''Metropolis Of Vanity

-Everyone escapes!-

Pokemon Den

-Neon dodges the psybeam-

-And another-

-And another-

Neon:' What do I do what do I do what do I doooooooooooo

Contact Me!

Turffield Stadium, Gym Challenge Puzzle Room

-Ian, Piku-chan and Evelyn herd the Wooloo onto the platform. The 20 Wooloo then band together to tear down the wall of hay.-

Me: Alright! Let's keep up the good work!

Evelyn: Our future looks bright for this Gym Challenge!

Piku-chan: <Then onward, Pokémon Trainers!>

-Ian, Evelyn and Piku-chan continue to herd the Wooloo further down the Puzzle Room.-

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

stormchaser

Eva: Don't worry! It's not dangerous. Or at least I don't think it is...

-Merah hands the armband to Evo.-

Evo: <Thanks!>

Eva: I guess it would be a bit of a surprise...

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

Thespi: -eyes sparkle-

-it's impossible to tell if she's rolling her eyes behind her glasses-

-one gets the impression that those who gesture so around Sylvestra Macraul typically meet short, pointy ends, however-

Abilene: ...I surmised. I was being circumspect.

-and Abilene is an excellent granddaughter-

Byleth: Yes. . _.

Sothis: -poke- Are you planning on cheating on me?

Get back to me when we can extinguish ritual death flame.

-sniff- I'm sorry, I assumed mastery of all time was sufficiently anti-entropic for your purposes. You're breaking my heart—just listen to my Pulse!

(-they don't need to listen to anything—the sound of shattering chronology echoes always in the mind they share, around the edges of the Crest carved into their heart—raw and fresh as the Beginning she represents-)

(-absent a stone or a sigil, these entities cling to one another in the hollow spaces between their ribs, sole constant companions in a perpetual life-cycle of championed change-)

(-they know well as the grip of a sword what the other really thinks—they crave tea, and perhaps a bit of fishing-)

-pokes back- . _.

. _.

-unfortunately, the metaphorical markswoman has issues that extend beyond literal aim-

Fraidy: <,,,>

-she focuses, and focuses, and focuses-

Pollen: -bored- <...heh. You know if Thespi could be bothered to be here, she'd go on about training montages, or...something.>

-buzzz- <And you know it's not that simple—> ==>

---

Pippy: <Hrn...let's start simpler.>

-he ignites the first of his encompassing rings, tingeing the air in the booth a vaguely damp blue-

Pippy: -tapping the tabletop- <I'll gather the energy here—all you need to do is give it direction.>

Fraidy: <but...I can do it,,> Q^Q

Pippy: -matter-of-fact- <Nothing wrong with a little help.> ^v^ ==>

---

-focus continues, without end-

Vee: -discomforting cru nch mun ch- <Hey, P, help me out.>

-Pippy boops her on the head, and a wave of Aura washes through her-

Pippy used Rock Smash!

-reducing amorphous lattice to dust-

Pippy: <...ow!>

Vee: <What? What is it?>

Pippy: -gingerly- <Bleeding a bit...>

-they eye his flipper, Vee cursing (and Cursing) whichever shard of glass had the gall to injure him-

-he idles, decidedly unfazed—and holds his wing out to her-

Vee: -recoiling- <euRGH>

Pippy: -wiggle- <C'mon, it's just gonna go to waaaste~>

Vee: <NO.>

-he pouts, sticking it in his own mouth and sucking-

Pollen: -grimace- <...>

-unexpended energy wicks off his Aqua Ring, kicking healing into gear- ==>

---

Pippy: <...would it help if you had some gear?>

Fraidy: <i'm,, fine,,,>

-Aqua Rings form a bullseye across most of the table, dwarfing her little focus-locus and the Pledge it fails to precipitate-

-the air sits heavy and humid-

Pippy: -gently- <No, really—I think I still have my Wide Lens tucked away somewhere, it helps trying to see what move you're making...>

Fraidy: <,,,,,,,,>

Pippy: -tapping wing-tips- <Oh! Perhaps—we can leave this here for now, focus on the mechanics

Vee: -sort of purring- <Nothin' wrong with gettin' checked in on.> ==>

---

-their waiter checks in on the table-

-the actual plates seem to have been pawned off on surrounding tables—it's a slow day-

-[whatever the frick weekday it is] tends a bit barren, most people spending time with their teams at the beach or off watching Nessa's match and not the light-warping lattice hanging in the air over the table, rivulets of fluid threading between bars of azure shine-

-the little Sobble turns from it and fixes a thousand-fathoms stare on them the intruder, filled from within by a depthless anxiety that—crunch-

-crunch-

-their attention is drawn to the Vaporeon as she eats another glass-

Waiter: -mystified- I'm...adding that one to your tab as well.

Vee: -purr- ~w

—-is what is transcribed, but to be more auditorily accurate one would likely trespass on heavy-duty industrial processes-

-from what we know to be a bizarrely homogeneous paraelemental interior, containing what must surely by now be a deep well of raw silicon, issues the indescribable something that says "we're good for credit, thanks", and hands them a bit more for a tip-

-and a sly grin breaks the blankness of a gaze turned inward, snapping a shimmering shard between pointed teeth to complete the expression-

-the waiter backs away- ==>

---

Fraidy: <grrrr,,,>

-Fraidy doesn't back down-

-the industrial noises aren't helping, the fussing isn't helping-

-she kind of wants to cry, and so she does-

-her tears drain into the focus, filling her efforts with her lacrima and everyone else with vaguely symbolic discomfort-

-Pollen sighs, gestures for Pippy to open a sigil loop on the boundary of one of the rings, and starts scribing a Nature Power rune-

-Fraidy fixes her with what could almost be a glare, and yanks the focus away-

Pollen: -flail- <whOA—>

> Fraidy: Evaporate

---

-the whole apparatus follows the crosshairs, leaving incoherent smudges of blue light streaked across the table-

-power steams from the ring-

-disturbed, the mentor-provided lattice collapses in on itself like so much outgrown scaffolding; the high-pressure latency breaking into a nimbus of tempest nearly out of its bottle-

Fraidy: <aaaaaaAA—>

Vee: -gleeful, shout- <PULL—>

---

-from outside, a very bright flash of a splash can be seen through the blinds- ==>

---

-and four Pokémon are evicted from the premises-

Waiter: -drying hands off- Out you go, shoo.

Pollen: -still spluttering- <Fuck off!>

Waiter: Buzz.

-they look around at the motley crew, all soaked through the skin-

Waiter: -tsk- It's been fun, and you've been good customers, except for the part where you frankly were terrible customers who destroyed most of a table, and most of our cups. Not that the rest of the table can be used for much, given small demand for part of a table. Not looking forward to paying for—

-Vee spits up a pile of glass coins the size of her head-

Waiter: .

Pippy: <..>

Pollen: <...>

Vee used Pay Day! .3

Waiter: ...hey, [name redacted for convenience], will glass money buy anything?

Someone in the Market Down By The Docks: -distantly- Hey sure, money's money.

Waiter: -bending over, pocket-shoveling- Cool.

I feel like as a matter of principle, I'll have to ban you and whoever your Trainer—

-Vee repeats herself, emphasizing the important bits-

Waiter: -wink- Lips sealed.

Vee: <I aim t' please.> ~w

Pollen: <You aim for spite.>

Pippy: <You can forge money??>

Vee: -smug- <I can mint money. Lucky cat, hey?>

Pippy: <That's—not how that works??>

Vee: -snort- <Obviously it is, otherwise I wouldn' be doin' it.>

Pollen: <There's so many things wrong with that statement.>

Vee: -fin-flip- <It all worked out, though, hey?>

<We got t' eat, had some fun, Fraidy learned somethin' about Pledgin'...>

Fraidy: <what does yours look like,,> O-O

-the query quiets the commotion-

Fraidy: <I-I mean, you know, a lot, about this, and Pippy's looks like a faucet and Pollen's looks like a bomb—>

Pollen: <—>

Fraidy: -mumble mumble- <but yours,,,>

-nothing but mumbles-

-Pippy looks toward her with that fondness he so often wears on his sleeve; Pollen looks away with that lack-

-the waiter peeks back, unfortunately unable to still whatever curiosity prevented them from kicking them out hours ago-

Vee: .3

Vee: ,3

-and the restaurant trembles-

Edited by Asterisk395 on May 25th 2020 at 2:41:18 PM

No mind to think. No will to break.

Turffield Stadium Stands, Watching Ian & Evelyn

Fuka, Elanor, and Ronin are performing impromptu cheers as Ian & Evelyn complete their first stage of the Gym Mission.

Suzie: Seems they're doing fine now, after that initial hiccup.

Suzie looks up at a mournful sound and looks up to see her Unown, Waka, watching the girl and Pokemon cheer squad. She beckons him down, pulls a pair of ribbons from Fuka's bag, and ties one on each end of Waka.

Suzie: There you go.

Now decked out in his own streamers, Waka joins the Binacle Cheer Squad

Motostoke Stadium, Puzzle Zone

Ever: ...Huh. It's weird, but I can't imagine needing an NDA for it.

It's too hot in here. I miss having shoes.

Gym Trainer Darren: You ready to catch this Vulpix?

Ever: I kind of have a team. Do people normally catch mons here?

Darren: Well, you could just knock them out, but it's fewer points.

Ever: I don't like this system.

Darren: Come on, let's do this!

Vulpix: <I crave blood!>

Ever: Kyurem's taint. Uh, okay, Oracle, let's—

Darren: Rolycoly, Rock Throw!

Rolycoly: <Take this!>

-he flings a rock at the Vulpix, who is knocked unconscious instantly-

Ever: Wh—

Darren: Oof. No points for you there.

Ever: But—

Darren: A shame.

Ever: Your Rolycoly's waiting for you to die so he can use you for an organ harvesting scheme.

Darren: What?

Rolycoly: <Wait, how'd you know that?>

Ever: (making their way to the next patch of grass) Well, that explains the NDA.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Silas nodded, "Good idea. We'll rotate expedition parties and members, to ensure everyone steps in, in good condition."

To Des he responded, "Roxy, do you know?"

"Currently we have about 12 spare rooms meant to hold people, there's a master bedroom with a king sized bed, every other bed is a queen. We've replaced the mattresses, local industry is surprised to see us up and about and buying things."

Hendricks nodded, "Spend on the hamlet, bring it to life. Fix it up."

Silas noted the side project down, "Alright. Grab all the food we can, get carrying sacks ready, get firewood, Gale you run your own rustic campstyle cooking show, we'll defer to your expertise on supplying hearty foods to last us down in the dark."

He looked over everyone and sighed, "With everything Adjourned. Hendricks, you take the lead, Party 2, get yourselves together, I need to rest."

Roxy and Silas stepped out of the room, and Silas slumped, soon having to lean on Roxy for support, "I just need to be held for awhile," he told her softly.

Roxy smiled a bit as they walked off.

Silas sat down at his couch in the wing, scrolling through news channels, something caught his eye. He paused and scrolled back, it was of a massive skyscraper complex in [Dubai], one of the largest ever built, that wasn't what had his attention. On the screen was a familiar logo, as well as the CEO of the company, a heiress of some sort with black and white hair and a sharp jawline. Madeline Kern was her name, there was a lot of rumors about pokemon abuses under her, and her company was called ForwardFronts, the logo was too similar.

It couldn't be... could it?

The next shot was of a large stone box of some sorts being wheeled in, as Maddie talked about how it represented history and was a rosetta stone on pokemon genetic information that had still yet to be uncovered. Silas turned pale and darted about the lounge, Hacks stepped in and went, ~Uh... everything okay?~

"The book, there has to be a book. Hacks we had a book on mythological artifacts from the Meso era and before right?"

~Yeah. Why?~

"Where is it?"

~Blackquil has it.~

Silas shot up and looked over to the Golispod who was reading the material, <Something wrong Grant-Dono?>

"Hand me that book."

Dimitri and Byleth had walked in as well, Byleth was the first to ask, <Everything okay?>

~Silas just gets like this, he may spend a few sleepless nights on a project now.~

"This is not a project, this is something worse."

Hacks looked over, ~Oh yeah?~

Silas dug through the book and paused, looking from it to the interview on the screen, "I think Pokefutures is in possession of a Codex."

Hacks blinked, ~Wait... You mean that rumored repository of ancient knowledge?~

"Lots of rumors, ancient civilizations seem to litter our world, would make sense one was into genetics enough to record info."

Hacks suddenly understood, ~Oh shit.~

Motostoke Stadium, Puzzle Zone

Ever: ...Right then.

-they march over to the next patch of grass-

Chaka: Ready to battle Litwick?

Ever: Do you not remember me? I was already here.

Chaka: Huh?

Ever: (holding up Glimmer) See? Caught a Litwick.

Glimmer: -waves-

Chaka: Doesn't look like one of ours...I think she's probably Kalosian?

Glimmer: <National borders will break down too, in time.>

Ever: I know you think you're being nihilistic, but that's probably a good thing. Well, you've got that tunnel, right? She must have slipped through.

Chaka: I have some trouble believing that a Fire-type would willingly wander a tunnel under millions of tons of water...

Ever: I met a Snorunt in a volcano, once. Life's crazy, you know?

Chaka: ...

Ever: ...

Glimmer : <...>

Chaka: I think I've spent more time thinking about this than I really want to. Two points for you.

Ever: Whoo!

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Paige Manor, Past

Phineas, in German: <You're gonna have to wear that thing again eventually. Something in this area is making you glitch far more than you should.

Upton, in German: <You saw how they looked at me when they saw the logo. We could ask for some paint or something. I do not want to wear... that thing on me. No matter how much it hurts to glitch out.>

Phineas: <Maybe we should leave and just send them a questionnaire. You're not appearing in television. We can literally just not bother asking them anything and make an article based on what they've seen. If it's that bad, I'm starting to worry about you. >

Upton: <It's too late now. Something down there is... we have to help them. I'll be alright.>

Phineas: <It'd be a lot easier to do that if we came with a full team.>

Upton: <I'm sure they're in safe hands.>

The two of them looked at the logo again.

Phineas: <It's hard to blame them and you for feeling that way. A lot of cruel people worked under this shameful banner. Some more callous and hateful than others. I'm sure it's marked me for life, too.>

Edited by MasterJayAM on May 25th 2020 at 6:39:20 PM

Motostoke Stadium, Puzzle Zone

Elle: ...Where'd the challenger go?

Chaka: I thought they were with you. Did they give up?

Elle: I...guess?

-Ever has, in fact, hidden in the grass-

Ever: So it's become apparent that I am more likely to succeed without the intervention of the local Gym trainers.

Glimmer: <Yes, but why are you narrating out loud?>

Ever: ...I was talking to you.

Glimmer: <Oh.>

Ever: Just need to find the local Pokemo—

Sizzlipede: <You!>

Ever: Me! Voice down.

Sizzlipede: <Listen, you have to get me out of here.>

Ever: I will do literally whatever if you stop shouting.

Sizzlipede: <I am so bored. Do you know how nice life here is?>

Ever: Shit, someone's coming—

Sizzlipede: <I need an adventure. I need romance, excitement, adrenaline. Can you do that? Because I will climb right into a ba—>

Ever: Alright, time's up.

-they tap the Sizzlipede on the head with a ball, and she's sucked in-

Elle: There you are! What are you doing, crawling around in the grass?

Ever: Uh, Sizzlipede wrangling.

-they hold up the ball-

Elle: ...Oh.

Ever: I'm going to come to regret this, I'm sure.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Stormchaser

After several hours, Clara woke up, still lying on the floor with her mum on top of her. Unsure of what had just transpired before, she stood up in an attempt to find the others.

“Hello? Where’s everyone gone? Don’t tell me we’ve landed already and I’ve been ditched...”

Hop on Pokémon Infinite Fusion

Silas, Roxy and their team sat at the table, a whiteboard pulled up, and Silas looking more frazzled than usual, he muttered as he looked over everything.

Roxy had to admit, this was tough, FF was very much not something they could sneak into, the vetting process was heavy, the base was too unusual and vertical. They no doubt had countless guards, and even if they succeeded, the Aurabolt rep would take a hit from the damage that seems to follow them.

Silas grumbled, "My brain hurts."

Roxy patted, "There... is one option."

Silas sighed, "I came to that conclusion as well... we don't have much else in the way of options."

Amber frowned, <I hate it with every bone in my body... but we don't have much else.>

Oliver nodded, <Yeah... He's the only shot.>

"Bishop, get a connection ready, I need to get dressed. Call... Delta."

Stormchaser, present

Upton walks in carrying what appears to be a bucket of fried torchic and spots Clara.

Upton: You've been there all night. Couldn't you have put her back in her ball?

Phineas: That isn't very nice. Now put the bucket back in our quarters and fetch Thomas. She might need our assistance.

Upton: Did Tommy come back yet?

Phineas: Well, by this time he shou—that's peculiar, he hasn't texted yet.

Upton: Let's just put this in the bedroom. Hang in there. We'll help you up.

Paige Manor

-Gale drifts over to the deposited cans and begins checking them-

I can work with this. I can probably have something decent for the next expedition in oh... A few hours?

-She stops and does some mental calculus-

Anyone got dietary requirements I need to keep in mind?

Stow-On-Side

-Gale's taking today to just kinda wander around, take in some sun and research how to find a Galaran Ponyta and various other Galar-native species-

-She may indeed be approached-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Motostoke Stadium, Puzzle Zone

Ever: I'm developing a serious problem of limited shoulder space. It's a good thing Arc has grown out of it being a legitimate option for him, or this would be a markedly untenable situation.

Sizzlipede: <Adventure, though.>

Ever: Yeah, we're really looking at this arc as more of an opportunity to learn and grow and—

Sizzlipede: <...>

Ever: Anyway, your name's Just now.

Sizzlipede: <...I don't think I want to be named Now.>

Ever: No, Just. You know, like the moral assignation of value.

Just: <...Hm.>

Ever: I like how it sounds. Anyway, Just, let me show you how we do things here when we're in a hurry.

Darren: Ah, you're back. Ready for another—

Ever: Oracle, Surf.

Oracle: <On it!>

Vulpix: <AUGH>

Darren: ...Go ahead to the Gym Leader then.

Just: <...I love it.>

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Paige Manor

"Nope," Colton and Ammy chorused.

Stow-on-Side

Ammy is kind of leaned against a wall, sharing a Lemonade with Colton. Kokonoe and Lilac are also there

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Turffield Stadium, Gym Challenge Puzzle Room

60 Wooloo Later...

Announcer: They've done it! Ian and Evelyn have taken down all four hay bale walls without breaking a sweat! They've cleared the Puzzle!

-Ian, Piku-chan and Evelyn high-five each other on a job well done.-

Me: Alright! Gym Puzzle Clear!

Evelyn: We've done our part!

Piku-chan: <Now it's time for the fun to begin!>

Motostoke, Macro Cosmos Building, Break Room

-Orbito and Blasty cheer as they see Evelyn's success of the Turffield Gym Puzzle-

Blasty: <OH YEAH! Evelyn's got what it takes to face Milo!>

Orbito: <If the boy continues his assistance of Evelyn's Gym Challenge, then the probability of her winning the Grass Badge is, at best, 100%.>

Daisuke: I would expect nothing less from my daughter! As for the boy...

-Daisuke rifles through his pockets and pulls a bandanna with the number "202" on it.-

...his determination... it reminds me of when I did my Gym Challenge, all those years ago...

Orbito: ''<Now's not the time to reflect on the past, Daisuke... It's almost time for the big match...>

Daisuke: Quite right, Orbito...

Turffield Stadium, Pitch

-Ian and Evelyn step out onto the pitch, as ready for their Gym Battle as they will ever be...-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on May 25th 2020 at 10:54:24 AM

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

Stormchaser

“Huh- oh! Hey, I was just, um... having a snooze? I think I fell asleep because of my mum. She’s got that.... you know, um, calm sort of vibe to her.

...Speaking of which... could you get her a blanket? I fear she might wake up if she’s disturbed.”

Clara cautiously rolled Mama off her, laying her placid on the floor. She shivered a wee bit, too.

Hop on Pokémon Infinite Fusion