Hulbury Stadium Entrance Room

(Dalt and Kaylan look at each other.)

Kaylan: <Um... what is she saying?>

Dalt: <I do not know what she is saying, but I think it is Japanese.> (He turns to her.) <Hello! My name is Dalt! We would like to learn Japanese!>

Kaylan: <Particles and sentence structure, specifically... can you help us with that?>

Hulbury Stadium Lobby

Yuki: <Of course, I can help you. If you don't mind.>

Hulbury Stadium Gym Entrance Room

(Dalt and Kaylan look at each other in delight.)

Kaylan: <Of course not! Thank you so much!>

Dalt: <No, we do not mind!>

Continued from last solopost.

Galar, Route 5

High in the skies above, Suzie is idly looking down at the ground and sees figures down below.

Suzie: Waka, binoculars.

Suzie's Unown mentally lifts a pair of binoculars out of a bag and gives them to Suzie, who looks down at the ground.

Suzie: I thought I recognized that Gyarados. It's the kids! Looks like they're about to battle.

Suzie frowns, adjusts the binoculars, and focuses on the opponents.

Suzie: Well, guess Will is going to face his issues here sooner than I expected.

Sami: <Hm?>

Suzie: His oponents are wearing the uniform from his mother's school...

Fuka looks to her left, where Will is standing. Rather than the excited, almost manic expression he always wears in battle, he's frowning, almost scowling. He leans in and whispers to her.

Will: Keep your eyes peeled, Fuka. Be on the watch for whatever cheat they're planning.

Fuka: How do you know they'll try to cheat?

Will: "Victory at all costs". "Fair play" is one of those costs.

Fuka nods, and watches the two opponents. As she does, however, a part of her mind is focused on a night several months ago.

Johto, Goldenrod City, Past

Fuka sees Will sitting in the Waiting Room, arms wrapped tightly around Puri. He casts glances to the operating rooms. She immediately runs to his side.

Fuka: Will, what happened?

Will: We were... We were doing some training, we got attacked. Everyone else... they...

Will glances at the door again. Fuka rests a hand on his shoulder.

Fuka: And right before your battle, too.

Will: It's because it was before my battle!

Will's voice is a snarl unlike anything Fuka had heard from him before.

Fuka: Are you sure?

Will: One of the Pokemon was my mother's Golisopod.

Fuka: What?! I'm sure there's some mistake!

Will: She has an old battle scar, a crack in her scales on the left arm. I've seen that scar hundreds of time. I know that Pokemon. If she was part of it, either my mom approved of it or... or she...

Fuka: ...Or she ordered it... (Fuka shakes her head, trying to grasp what she's hearing) But why?!

Will: To win. It's all she cares about. If something is in the way of her winning, it has to be dealt with.

Will squeezes Puri harder, until the Jigglypuff squeaks in discomfort, at which point Will stops immediately.

Will: I know she wouldn't cheer for me... she didn't know I was here... she has her own students to worry about... but I thought... Will's anger fades and he begins to cry. I thought maybe she wouldn't be against me! That we could battle honestly... but now... now...

Will looks up at Fuka, openly sobbing now.

Will: Fuka, what do I do?

Galar, Route 5, Present

Will's mind was on that past incident, too. This time, though, he knew exactly what to do about it.

Will: Dart! Air Cutter!

Will's Nuzleaf cross his arms, sharp leaves emerge from his hands, after which he swipes and punches at the air, sending several shots of air straight towards Curtis's Servine.

Edited by sgamer82 on Aug 14th 2020 at 5:54:42 AM

Glimwood Tangle

Just: <—Ack!>

<...>

<...>

Mix: (lazily) <Hey.>

-he flicks his tail in Just's direction-

Just: <That was. Unusual.>

-...-

Misery: <Well. Not that I mind existing or anything. It's no fun being shut away in the back of someone's mind.>

-he shrugs, doodling on the ground with a stick-

<...But my other half was effective enough in one thing. I need sustenance. With none around, you won't be seeing me for long.>

-a strand of his hair fades to lavender-

A Corviknight taxi heading to the isle of armor, who knows when

-Jess and Violet are sitting in the taxi.-

Jess: Do you ever worry we're going to fall?

Violet: Nope, not at all, definitely not! Anyway, what pokemon do you think you're going to catch?

Jess: I mean this Corviknight could just drop us at any moment, or what if it got attacked while we're flying?

Violet: Of course, I'm going for the steel types. Like maybe Klefki, Skarmory, or maybe even Scizor.

Jess: Imagine if someone was trying to assassinate someone and they did it by attacking a Corviknight taxi or just using a corrupt Corviknight who would drop the target midair...

Violet: You were saying you could use a rock type for your team, weren't you? I think you can find a bunch of those in caves, but also challenger's road and potbottom desert.

Jess: Especially if you're going over the sea and you hadn't brought someone who can fly or surf you could drown someone pretty easily, maybe the Corviknight could just fly low above the sea so the taxi is stuck underwater...

Violet: Oh hey look there's the station!

-Sure enough the taxi is almost at the Isle of Armour station.-

With the Aurabolts on board, Silas nodded, and directed everyone into the meeting room, "We have a lot to discuss today. We got a interesting mission ahead."

In the meeting room he pulled up a image on the board of the Wall, "Who here knows about the Private Prison known as The Wall?"

Hulbury Stadium Lobby

Me: Well, then... Take it away, Yuki-sama!

Yuki: <But I'm not a Drifloon...>

Me: Oh, haha... well, you know what I mean. You'll do great.

Oblivion Wing

Taipan walks in dramatically and then puts her feet up on one of the chairs. She leans forward.

Taipan: Tell us more.

Murphy: We just went through that on the way here!

Taipan: Shush. There was probably a lot you left out. They did a lot of deciphering in our absence and all.

Hulbury Stadium Gym Entrance Room

(Dalt and Kaylan happily run towards Yuki, with the latter still carrying the marshmallows in his mouth. Kim waves at them.)

Kim: "Well, I suppose that will have to do for now. Besides, after seeing the Gym Battle, I suddenly have an interest in catching one of those adorable Drednaw for myself."

(She smirks.)

Kim: "And I know exactly how to do that."

Sometime Later on the Same Day, The Wild Area

(Kim looks around herself and smiles.)

Kim: "Perfect. This is exactly the place I need to go."

Meeting

-Vulp tilts her head.-

Vulpecula: "Any relation to Pink Floyd?"

Hulbury Stadium Lobby

Me: Well... Yeah, okay, bye?

Savai Badlands

Des didn't listen to Gale, he only moved closer to the patagia, the eludha flowing through him.

"We...can end this conflict together, y'know?"

O. Wing-Meeting

Stranger starts singing. He still has his voice synthesizer on so it sounds rather disturbing and pitchy.

"We don't need no education"

"We don't need no thought control"

"Ehem...sorry."

Isle of Armor, the bottom of challenge road

-Violet and Jess are standing at the bottom of the stairs.-

Violet: Phew, we finally made it through the forest. According to the weather report, I have the best chance of finding the pokemon I'm looking for in Potbottom desert, so I'll be heading towards there.

Jess: I think I'll look for Rockruff up here, so see you in a bit.

Violet: I like it out here. There's not too many people out here so I decided to let Copper out and she seems to be enjoying herself.

-Copper is currently running around using metal sound to scare the local wildlife.-

Violet: On second thought, we should probably get moving. Copper! Come on, let's go!

Copper: <Fiiiine...>

-Violet and Copper head towards the Warm up Tunnel.-

Jess: Okay... Time to go find a nice rock type.

Savai Borderlands

Incineroar Middle: <I... I am tired of this fighting... I...>

-Unfortunately that is the moment the Sing goes off and all three Incineroar drop down asleep-

... Okay so good job Geddy this should give us enough time to get away and secondly Des, you need a Pokeball there for your new friend?

Oblivion Wing

-The eyes of Nightingale's helmet pulse blue as she talks-

Unfortunately with a vague name like that it was hard to research. Best I could do is that it may or may not be an old [Soviet] installation but sources mostly come down to offhand references with no citations because it's mere existence is treated as uncertain according to the internet.

S-o-S Stadium Arena

Machamp was consumed by red and returned, before his Pokeball was consumed by red and grew to the size of Bea's head.

Lilac and Kamui blanched, the crushing power from the Machamp's new form messing with the former's sonar. Doing his best, he did what he could before he was buried under a fist three times bigger than his own trainer.

He coughed. <Ow...>

Shaking her head, Ammy held up an Ultra Ball. She sighed and threw it forward, annoyed with herself.

The Metagross landed, roaring at the Machamp before he backed down, scared. A new brand of determination crossed his face before he charged.

Annoyed with the steel-type nuisance, he slapped the Psychic-type into the wall.

From his inverted vantage at the wall, a beam of light fired from the Steel-type's mouth.

Not that it much mattered.

Annoyed, he charged again.

The crushing energy died away, leaving a normal Machamp on the opposite side of the field. Magnavox, eager to establish dominance, slammed down on his opposition, who was unable to get up from the assault.

Oblivion Wing

Lamb shakes her head. "This is the first I've heard of it."

Hulbury Stadium Entrance Room

(With that said, Yuki nods, and Dalt and Kaylan follow her away to another part of the lobby. Once they are there, Yuki looks around for any sign of a blackboard and finds nothing. She eventually shrugs.)

Yuki: <Well, I suppose that verbal instruction will have to do in this case.> (She looks at Dalt and Kaylan.) <Anyways, let's get started, shall we?>

Dalt: (excitedly) <Yes, let's get started! Ooh! Are we going to learn about the particles first? The particles seem fun- at least I think they seem fun anyways. I do not know about the particles.>

Kaylan: (swallowing a marshmallow) <Yeah, particles seem good.>

Yuki: <Well, considering that you can't talk about sentence structure without talking about particles, it goes without saying that we should talk about those first... very well, then.> (then, a pause) <Of course, there are so many of them, so it'd be more efficient for me to just cover the basic ones.>

Kaylan: <Which are...?>

Yuki: <Wa, ga, no, de, o, ni, to, and kara.>

(Beat. Kaylan and Dalt look at each other.)

Dalt: <That sounds like a lot...>

Kaylan: <Come on, Dalt! There's only eight of them!>

Dalt: <Eight is still a lot...>

Kaylan: <You want to learn particles, don't you?>

Dalt: (immediately becomes excited again) <Yes, I do! I do want to learn them! Please teach us the particles!>

(Yuki sighs and facepalms.)

Yuki: (to herself) <Yare yare... Alright, then. But this is certainly still going to be a lot of information, so... listen up.>

Dalt: <I am a good listener. I am a Boltund.>

Kaylan: <I- I'll try... but I don't even have ears...>

The Wild Area

(Kim, meanwhile, looks around the area for any sign of a Drednaw.)

Kim: (muttering to herself) "Where is it, where is it..." (She sighs.) "I should have known that Drednaw would be rather difficult to find in an area like this... what am I to do now...?"

Hulbury Stadium Lobby

Me: -telepathically to Evelyn- ~And now you see how I could carry a conversation in Japanese with Yuki-sama...~

Evelyn: -telepathically to Ian- ~I didn't know you had a Froslass...~

-Evelyn checks her Pokédex.-

Evelyn's Pokédex: Froslass, the Snow Land Pokémon, and an evolved form of female Snorunt. An Ice and Ghost type. It is said to then secretly display its prey. After a woman met her end on a snowy mountain, her regrets lingered on. From them, this Pokémon was born. If you hear it knocking at your door, do not open it!

Hulbury Stadium Entrance Room

Yuki: <Alright. Let's begin.> (She looks around.) <It is a pitiful shame that there is no blackboard in here... Anyways. If I am to explain to you how to use particles I suppose I should start by telling you what they actually are... Essentially, they are markers that come after a word and describe its relationship to the rest of the sentence.>

Dalt: <Markers? Do you mean the things that the humans draw with?>

Kaylan: <No, Dalt. She means signs.>

Dalt: <Oh! They are signs!>

Yuki: <...well, technically, they're words all their own, but— I think you'll see what I mean with an example. Allow me...> (She pauses, and then:) <Kyō WA wairudo eria NI ikimasu.> ^note  "I am going to go to the Wild Area today."

(Dalt and Kaylan look at each other.)

Dalt: <What's "wa"?>

Kaylan: <What's "ni"?>

Dalt: <I heard something about the Wild Area...>

Yuki: <I'll explain about "ni" later; for now we'll focus on just "wa" and "ga". The former is the topic marker and the latter is the subject marker- and yes, there's a difference.>

Dalt: <What is the difference?>

Kaylan: <Yeah... aren't the topic and the subject technically... kind of... sort of... the same thing?>

Yuki: (shakes her head, realizing they've already hit the divide) <Yare yare daze...>

The Wild Area

(Meanwhile, Kim continues to look through the Wild Area— and then all of a sudden, something catches her attention.)

Kim: "Oh? What is that?"

(The grass rustles for a bit, and a Drednaw emerges. He looks around for a bit, then stares up at Kim.)

Drednaw: <Hey, there, dude... you just passin' through here or...?>

Hulbury Stadium Lobby

Me: Yare yare daze is right, Yuki-sama...

Silas clicked through a series of images, "The Wall is a maximum security prison that was originally a Gulag in the mid 20th century, it is located in [Siberia] near the edges of the mountains. It was a former Soviet prison, now it is a private prison complex."

The next image was of the Warden, "This is the current man in charge, Vladimir Dochevsky. About 52 years of age, took control of the Prison after his Father around the fall of the Union, as far as I can tell no links beyond just being general jackass for running a private prison."

Click, onto the size of the Wall, it's levels, guards, defenses, and so on. It was a veritable fortress, quite the mission ahead no matter what, and then to an image of a smug looking nerdy fellow, "This is our target, Dr. Anton Matthews, former member of Pokefutures."

Silas looked about the room, expecting to see some surprise, "Dr. Matthews here was a former member until apparently he turned on the company after gaining A) a loose set of morals and B) realizing he was expendable under Dr. Tonio's gang, rather than execute him they decided locking him away in a private prison was the smarter choice, and in a way they are slightly right. Nobody has ever escaped the Wall, nobody."

Roxy grinned, "But we're not engaging in an escape are we?"

"No we are not, any questions so far?"

Circhester

Upton: A pleasure to meet you, Mog.

He hands her a liter bottle (yes, a full-on liter) of Snom Slurm. He knows a kindred spirit when he sees one.

Phineas: You're usually not like this with food and caffeine.

Upton: I've been in her place before. In times like this, you really could use the company.

Phineas: I've never been more proud of you in my entire life.

Upton: I helped fight a world-controlling hypercapitalistic entity for you.

Phineas: And yet capitalism has continued.

Logan: -continued smile- Nahhh, I'm good. It is, in fact, sort of a hands-on situation.

-beneath them, shell crackling- Thumbs.

Thespi: -wink- <And I'm here for a Helping Hand!> >;3

-...literally-

-as she says this, cloudy hands form and mirror Logan's movements, solving a mystery that didn't really need solving-

Logan: -grunt- Gently, gently.

Thespi: <I'm being gentle!>

Crawdaunt: <Ow.>

(-...no *⇒ prompt here, the link closed itself on mission completion-)

(-ordinarily, there'd be a sort of victory pose, but Logan seems to have foregone it, just for once-)

-the scents never stopped wafting, though, and there's some laughter by the distant campfire-

Vee: -Covet-ing a ball- <'Scuse me, gotta conference.>

-and she absconds with Pippy, leaving Megan standing there-

-pop-

Pippy: <...so—>

Vee: <—so can I just say that this is the stupidest thing I have ever been part of.>

Pippy: <—I—>

Vee: <Like, I get that you won't jus' tell me what went down, b'cause you're not at a liberty to discuss or w/e—>

Pippy: -blink- <—because I'm not—>

Vee: <—okay, but why the fuck are we still doing this?>

Pippy: <...really? I thought the [Jell-O] experiment was pretty—>

-Vee actually hisses at that-

Pippy: -waving flippers- <Okay, no deflection!!>

<We're doing it because...it's important, is why.>

Vee: <But why?>

Pippy: <It's important to Megan.>

Vee: -stepping forward- <Why??>

Pippy: <...reasons, related to. Y'know, early on.>

Vee: <And??>

-...-

Pippy: -petulant, fluffing up- <Well, maybe I don't want to talk about it.>

-Vee works her jaws for a few moments-

Vee: -equally petulant, yowl- <Why n ot??>

Pippy: <I don't—want to dredge up any bad memories!>

Vee: <...panic attack!! National television!!!>

Pippy: -wh- <Case in point!!>

Vee: <We are standing in a locker room i m m e d i a t e l y before—>

Pippy: -splutter- <We have a lot of good memories of Gym locker rooms!>

Vee: <Oh that's right, we all worked in a Gym for like seven years, lest we forget—>

Pippy: <It's———>

<...complicated.>

Vee: -pleading- <So uncomplicate it for me, please. This is the one thin' in yer life I wasn' there for an'—>

-pinching her nose between two claws- <I don' wanna push ya, I'm not pushin' ya, there ain't any pressure here—>

Pippy: <I appreciate—>

Vee: <Except...there kinda fuckin' is???>

-she paces around, roiling internally-

-eventually- <Jus'...do you have a good reason for why you need to do this so bad.>

Pippy: <...>

Vee: <...>

Pippy: <...>

-faintly- <What do you read off of me.>

Hulbury Stadium, Nessa

-once more, a Grass-type Trainer and a Water-type Trainer stride onto the pitch-

Nessa: Abilene Macraul.

Abilene: -eyebrow raise- The one and only.

Nessa: How could I not? Milo was impressed, by your skill and your...conduct.

Abilene: I'm impressive.

Nessa: Humble, too.

Abilene: You don't get where I am with humility, Nessa.

Nessa: No, you certainly do not.

Abilene: -almost drawling- And I don't truck with Water-type Trainers standing in my way.

Nessa: I intend to do more than—

Abilene: See, I'm already sick of this.

-Abilene picks a Fast Ball from her coat pocket, tossing it skyward-

-her Tropius emerges to the sound of unsheathing-

Abilene: Enough talk. Have at y—

-not her own-

Sapinda: -shriek, pained- <what—>

-observers finally note the evidence of a terrible strike from above-

-Sapinda slices up with quick-flashing blades of air, and is rewarded by a meaty thunk, the swift departure of her unseen enemy—that's right, one shot, one—-

(-there's a ball in Nessa's other hand-)

-and a rapid crush past terminal velocity, bearing Sapinda earthward-

-she plummets, the weight between her wings replaced in full in a shell, flapping twice-

-yet smashing a crater into the packed earth of the stadium far below-

Abilene: -hiss- Cheap shot. Sapinda, Fly.

-a gust of air disperses the cloud of dust, concluding the bout's opening shots-

Sapinda: -taking wing, roar- <INSECT!>

Nessa: Jaw Lock.

-her Drednaw's neck extends massively, clamping harshly onto Sapinda's leg-

Sapinda: -bellow-

Abilene: -casting out a hand- Oh, clever as you are mistaken.

-tremendous wingbeats rock the camera lens, and Sapinda takes off—Drednaw dangling furiously from one leg-

Abilene: As if a little weight could clip her wings for long. Now watch your partner fall and shatter as your hop—

-Nessa recalls her Drednaw-

Abilene: -befuddled- …

-by the nature of the move, this is impossible-

-Jaw Lock clamps down so severely that the two Pokémon become inseparable for the duration—Sapinda disappearing into the ball as well exemplifies this in the extreme-

-but switching combatants then becomes illegal; removing the opponent's Pokémon from the field via methods other than knockout or pre-specified forced rotation—-

-the beat drops-

Abilene: ...Energy Ball.

-Nessa takes her Dive Ball in both hands, and through the stillness the crowd's roar and ambient energy rise like the tide-

Abilene: -over the light- D Id you hear me?! ENERGY BALL!

-inexorable and sweeping—whether Sapinda heard her or not is irrelevant to the final result-

-Nessa casts the massive sphere-turned-trap far behind her, and her Gigantamax Drednaw slams a crater into the field, Sapinda locked between their jaws-

Nessa: -turning back- "A little weight"?

-Sapinda twists her head around, to slam bundled power right between the eyes—-

-and is interrupted, by a watery deluge saturated with grit-

-for several seconds, all that can be determined is the rush of water-

-stone scattering across the pitch, piercing pinholes where they land-

-and finally, painfully, those terrible jaws pried wide to launch—a Tropius into the trench pre-dug for her form-

Abilene: ...

-Nessa's Drednaw roars at the sky, storm crackling crimson-

Nessa: -standing proud- You may have given my rival a run for his money, but here you'll find someone prepared for your gauntlet. No matter how incredible your spirit or refined your mind—

-cast-out hand- I, Nessa, Hulbury's raging wave, will sweep you out to sea!

Pollen: -telekinese-ing nectar off herself- <Yeah, Abilene's like that.>

-to forestall questions from the Megan corner of the clearing, she points back at Sorbus's tree, which is still just right over there-

Sorbus: <I'm still right over here.>

Pollen: -flutter back- <And you couldn't catch a Ribombee a second time.>

-to Just- <Thanks for the rescue.>

-and she just flies off somewhere-

Megan: …

(-there's a sound like plants getting watered, passive-aggressively-)

(-if nothing else, that's a trickle of would-be irritation from that sector-)

-...-

Logan: ...so yeah, from the sound of it, it's just that neither of you like being shunted aside.

...have you considered setting up a timeshare?

Addie: <Not that you can really schedule emotional loads. At least you both have different niches, socially, although possibly conflicting with times either of you might want something done.>

Logan: -pressing hands together, contemplatively- Can you talk to one another?

-there's a presence lurking in the shadows-

-and in the shadows she will remain, fluid-

Suiko: -quietly- What the fuck,

Oblivion Wing

Taipan: A rescue mission. Given the sensitivity of what might need to be kept in the prison, I suppose this is a mission of finesse.

Murphy: Bish, you know what to do!

Tobi's Apartment, The Bradshaw-Geller Residences at Castelia City

Tommy walks awkwardly to the door. He's still not quite wrapping his head around Tobi's luxurious new digs. A part of him is still nagging at how much this might cost him.

Gimbal, who was in his phone the entire time: Baby, relax. You already told me that Tobi's got his finances in order. I figured he'd learn a thing or two from you. You know how to do taxes.

Tommy: Well, yeah. But I can't help but feel worried. How is this not living beyond his means?!

Gimbal: Dear, I know that y'all went through a bit of a hard time after Ken died but don't you think you're taking this money grubbing a bit too far?

Tommy: Well, that's the [Dutch] part of me talking, I guess.

Gimbal: Not the thing that came to my mind but yeah, that scans.

He arrives at Tobi's apartment and unlocks the door. Tobi was gracious enough to give him the keys to his place. They were greeted by a rather funny-looking Herdier.

Tommy: Elsie, where's Tobi?

Elsie morphs back into a ditto.

Elsie: <In his personal ensuite taking care of a few things>

On the table were two pizzas, one cheese and another a really meaty one with heaps of cheese, from a pizzeria Tommy recognized as Okoye's Original Famous, rival to the pizzeria he used to work for. There was also a plate of poképuffs down there.

Tobi, from the master bath: Tommy, bro. You're here. Let the fellas out. I made pokepuffs. I got you and Gimb a cheese this time.

Gimbal: You ate a meatlovers? Really? I'm giving that spider a piece of my mind. You'd think he'd be accommodating.

Tommy: Mom, please don't.

Gimbal: We have dinner tonight so don't spoil your appetite.

Tommy: Mom, it's lunch.

Tommy tosses a pokéball and releases his roster. Drake quickly crawls up him and perches on his head, while Shinji crawls about.

Shinji: <I don't see why we should be worried. He seems to be doing well for himself.>

Drake spots a pile of poképuffs and starts jumping up and down excitedly.

Drake: <Food! Food!>

Much later, he sees a large statue of a superhero and a bespectacled spinarak in a corner... and the large expensive 3D printer it was made in.

Drake: <Expensive Things!>

Tobi, in human form, pops out of the Master Bedroom, looking all neatly dressed in new clean clothes. He greets Tommy with a tight hug.

Tommy: What is that?

Tobi: Oh, it's your birthday gift. I bought you a 3D printer. Look; I even made a life-sized statue of you and I in superhero mode right next to it. That's also a gift if you want it. I'll find a way to mail that one to you later.

Tommy: I dunno what to say except...

Gimbal: Thank yo—

Tommy: How the fuck did you pay for this?

Gimbal: THOMAS!

Gimbal gave Tommy a light shock.

Tommy: Corporal punishment? Really? I'm a grown man, mom.

Gimbal: Then start acting like one.

Tobi: Gimbal's right, Tom-tom. For once, can you not worry about how I manage money?

Beat.

Tommy: Okay, I'm sorry. It's great and all. I love it. Also you captured how ripped I look in tights.

Tobi: Thanks. I was going for an action figure look. We look like a superhero toy in this one.

Tommy: But, I can't help but worry—

Tobi: Well, it is your birthday so I'll go ahead and share my secrets. The bosses at work were doing this mega upgrade and they were giving away a lot of perfectly good stuff that suddenly became obsolete to the employees for free. This also explains the shiny computer I also now have.

Tobi points to a rather expensive-looking Leppa next to the 3D printer.

Tobi: In retrospect, I should've told you how I got it on the onset. So that's my bad. But hey, at least you're surprised. I baked the poképuffs myself. You can save a lot of money if you do everything yourself.

Shinji, Elsie, and Drake have started consuming the large pile of poképuffs laid for them.

Tobi: Apparently, Ezra and the rest of the apartment fellas were very keen on sharing all these tips on how I can save a boatload of money on things. These are good people, Tommy. You and the gang should come here more often.

Gimbal: See? Nothing to worry about. Don't worry your little head, kiddo.

Tommy gave out a sigh of relief. If there was any present worth receiving, it's knowledge that Tobi's in good hands.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 9th 2020 at 3:22:30 AM

Glimwood Tangle

Just: <...That was kind of anti-climactic.>

-she frowns, or at least, the corners of her flamestache tilt down-

<She seemed cool. What kind of hero team-up just ends with everyone going their separate ways and never talking again?>

-...apparently she is talking to Sorbus-

-Mix goes to poke at Megan with his tail. No problem cannot be solved by application of Eevee-

Misery: <Look, I'm not compromising with h—>

Ever: Ahem.

Misery: <...>

Ever: Still your trainer.

Misery: <We've made no Vow.>

Ever: Ah...false. The Vow applies in cases of challenge explicit and implicit, and there's no challenge quite like a prank war.

Misery: <A prank war which you never accepted.>

Ever: And yet, I have a ball that contains you in it. The two of us are bound, like it or not, and I say that there is going to be compromise, because it's hard enough arguing with your mind when it is subservient to your thoughts and I'd prefer to help resolve that kind of argument when at all possible.

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Misery: (rather pointedly directed at Logan and not Ever) <Guess the answer's yes, then.>