Audrey End House, Great Hall

The two enter the great hall, which was a resplendent chamber with a high vaulted ceiling, fine woodwork, rich reddish brown timber paneling. Priceless heirlooms dotted the pristine halls, and the roleplaying staff—dressed as Williams family servants—gave the place the impression of being frozen in time. It's as if the two women have once again entered 1880s [Victorian] Galar.

Theodora looked on, not visibly impressed, but still very appreciative. It's as if she knew this place once and it was exactly as she remembered it.

The cosplaying staff seemed to know her. After all, she was related to the Williams family and had permissions from most of them to enter the meandering rooms that are usually only open for booked tours.

The halls were lined with the portrait of stern-faced [English] nobles in outfits from various points in Galarian history, plus the occasional [Scot] who married into the family.

One thing Gale might notice is a large painting of a family from the 1870s, featuring a dashing-looking mustached gentleman in [Victorian] formalwear, his elegant and demure-looking wife, and a beautiful young girl with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks, holding in her hands a riolu with a bow.

Theodora: Nice to be in the old place again. My father once occupied the study. Today, it has archived documents. I'll speak to some of the staff; my, uh, great-uncle is well connected enough that they'll let me go anywhere.

They also pass by a portrait of the Lord Myron, one of the lovers of the daughter of the 10th Lord Williams. Theodora blushed upon passing by that portrait. Someone has a historical crush.

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Hiro: -smile- I do understand what you're saying, yes.

Although that is a fair question. From what I can tell, it isn't common.

-curious- You run around with enough people who can that you assume?

Curry, who is now a Raboot: <Hurry up, it'll burn!> D:E

Hiro: -examining- It still has a bit long to simmer.

...come to think of it, I've assumed as well. Most of the time, Pokémon don't seem to do this.

-he contemplates the pot for a bit-

...the closest I can explain it, for the moment, is that you try to cook with heart.

(Hand!Fire: -ba-bump, ba-bump-)

Pollen: <It's been great.>

Megan: Oh, good!

-...-

Abilene: -fake-noises-

-Megan glances—Pollen glares at her, but she's just petting-

Megan: ...so,

uh

Pollen: <...uh?>

Megan: Is there

-tentative- ...anything you want to talk about?

Hulbury, [Royal Court Theatre], past - Intermission

-and they end up in the theater-

Pollen: <...wha,>

<Wait, this is that place Thespi and them did that performance thing, isn't it?>

Lapis: Bwah! ^w^

Pollen: <Well, I dunno what you wanted to show me.>

Lapis: ...

-indeed, it's breathtakingly empty-

-the lights are dim, the seats are vacated, the detritus and residue of a couple incongruously wild performances cleared away-

Lapis: ...bwbwbw.

-curtains down—Lapis pulls them aside—spotlight dull—she cranks it up—-

-and a mic on a stand, in center stage-

Pollen: <...>

<...>

<...no talking, no fighting…>

<.....you want me to sing?>

Lapis: Bwah! ^w^

Pollen: <...how much have you been hanging around them?>

Lapis: -headtilt- …

Pollen: -waving limb- <...don't answer that.>

-indeed, Lapis doesn't even attempt to do so-

-instead picking a chair, front row, and sitting in it-

-face toward the stage-

Pollen: <...>

-...-

-she hovers up-

Pollen: <Guess—>

-she winces and cringes away, metallic microphone ffeedback ringing uncomfortably in her ear-analogues-

-the device's components fizz uncomfortably in her perception, wiping blank spots in her vision-

Pollen: <..>

Lapis: -wince-

-...-

-frick it-

-Pollen seizes it telekinetically and holds it as close to her face as she can stand-

Pollen: <G Uess we all are born with parts to play…>

<...>

-something in it tugs on a long-disused thread in herself, down to the misty place where all theatre exists-

Lapis: -staring- <...>

Pollen: <Some of us are stars, and some are just...in the way.>

<I know I was meant for glory—!>

<But that's never what my story brings…>

-her voice is chittery, shaky-

<And yet I keep on waiting.>

<When you have the passion and the drive.>

-Pollen, a Cutiefly, races out and tackles a metal sphere-

<You expect your moment center stage to arrive.>

-they falter—little [iPod], a Magnemite, falters under her assault—Megan and her Pokémon gather around the commotion-

-a Pokéball clicks, the memory ends-

<I show up heart a-blazing,>

-in an Island Trial-

-a Totem Raticate creeps from its burrow, baring its teeth and howling-

<ready to achieve amazing things,>

-Pollen nearly quivers, in her ball-

-Megan steps forward, belt fully loaded, bag stocked—reaches down—-

-and her hand falters-

<But I'm left waiting in the wings—>

<I hear my cue, and yet I'm kept there waiting—>

-and moves to one of her well-worn Pokéballs, drastically jumping in confidence-

<know what to do, and still I stand there, waiting>

-montage of nearly every Island Trial—exactly like this-

<It's>

-erstwhile mentors, with nothing to teach her-

<always>

-hapless Trainer, nothing to do with her-

<someone>

-Ceal the starter, always more powerful than she's ever been-

-heart of inscrutable metal, more knowing than she could ever be-

<else,>

-Lumiose, flight from villains—she's smacked into the earth-

-she faces-

-an alternate universe, same as the original—giants felled, and she's no use-

<who sings>

-hi! I'm Thespi!- ^_^

<While I'm left waiting in the wings>

Pollen: <And so I keep on keeping on!>

-Pollen rasps into the mic, lost in herself-

Pollen: <My chances come and then I blink and they're gone>

-Lapis nearly gets up—nearly gets up—won't disrupt whatever's happening here-

Pollen: -seethe- <Always overlooked unfairly>

<While pretending that it barely stings>

-lights flicker-

<But it stings, yes it stings, and—>

-a bouquet left for a performer explodes backstage-

<I'll shed no tears, I'll only keep on waiting>

-and another, again-

<If no one cheers, well I can keep on waiting>

-the petals rain down, coming to rest on floorboards, crates of props, the fusebox-

<Who cares how LOUD>

-the mic slips from her grip,-

-tumbles to earth-

-hits the floor-

-the speakers whine painfully, the lights go out-

<...the silence rings>

-and she's left in the dark, alone-

<You'll find me waiting in the wings.>

-she flutter-staggers to the mic stand, resting herself on the perch-

-it's now that Lapis trips up to the stage, moving towards her friend, and-

Pollen: <...nope.>

-...-

Megan: ...nothing at all?

Pollen: <Nuh-uh.>

Megan: There's nothing you want to say to me.

Pollen: <...is there anything you want me to say to you?>

Megan: Anything about any—anything I've done?

Pollen: <...doesn't ring a bell.>

Megan: -strained- Really, cards on the table.

Pollen: -flit- <Never learned to play. I can see through the backs, you kn—fuck, Koko I'm not supposed to talk about that.>

Megan: I-I'll probably forget it.

Pollen: <Yeah.>

Megan: …

Pollen: <...>

-...-

hahaha don't we all generic moral sentiment with a hint of encouragement ^_^

Logan: Good to hear. ^_^

Addie: <Let's get back to your Trainer.>

<...unless there's something else either of you wanted to do, out here?>

-minor stress on the number-

-Suiko's fishing line reels in with an inhumanly quick snap-

Suiko: -back over comms- Aye.

-eyeing Lamb's smokescreen mingling with her Mist, Suiko smiles-

Suiko: Lovely work, my fellow-friend.

''Shades and mist may misdirect; fire dances prettily—

Can you smell what we're looking at here? <...ugh, the wind's too stron'.> <I don't think we can keep acting this fast—>

Suiko: Great Locus.

-between the outstretched appendages of however many limbs she's sporting at the moment forms…-

wow, intercom guy's a prick <There's, like, some Psychics? I thin'?> <If we don't want to burn out before the mission ends @v@> oh frick

-a little point of power-

Suiko: Its light may strike their sense entire. :.:)

-she holds it in front of her, its interior beginning to shine-

''Jus' a little longer, I can hold it t'gether. I've got a bad feelin' about this...>

Suiko: -rictus- Trifle not with sparks in the deep.

-light refracts and screams from this point—she tries to flashbang anything and anyone taking aim at the Wing-

I don't want to go to jail

-before she tosses it in the other direction of her averted eyes through the smog, trying to double down as a decoy-

Route 2, Unova

(Orwell looks up at Kim, in tears.)

Orwell: (sniffing) <K-kimbond...? A-am I... am I...?>

(Kim smiles.)

Kim: "Of course, Orwell. You're still very much the same Pokemon you were as a Corphish."

(Orwell pauses, then turns to Elton, Geddy, and Sinatra.)

Orwell: (sniffling) <D-do you... do you all think... t-that I unam tripleplusungood...?>

(Elton smiles.)

Elton: <Of course we do! I've known you for months now, and you're probably one of the nicest members on the team! You wouldn't 'arm a Cutiefly!>

Orwell: <But... b-but... I... I'm a waterungoodlobsterpoke... I'm an ungoodtype...>

(His tears continue. Elton and Geddy look at each other, and Geddy goes over to Orwell and proceeds to hug Orwell gently. The poor Crawdaunt starts to shake with fear, but Geddy just continues to hug him.)

Geddy: (softly) <It's okay. You'll be okay.>

(Orwell continues to sob.)

Elton: (approaching him, just as gently) <'Ey... Orwell... look at me, chap.>

(Orwell does so. Geddy is still gently giving him hugs and rubbing his back. Elton, meanwhile, walks up to his friend and pats him on the head, smiling at him.)

Elton: (gently) <'Ave I ever said you were evil just because you were Dark-type?>

(Orwell shakes his head, still crying.)

Elton: (gently) <No. Of course not.> (then, more cheerfully) <Ian's right, ya know. Just because you're a Dark-type, it doesn't mean you're evil.>

(Orwell looks down again.)

Sinatra: <Dio knows Dark Pulse; is he evil?>

(And as soon as he hears that, Orwell's eyes grow wide, his tears fade, and he instantly shakes his head.)

Orwell: (in horror) <W-what...?! No! No, no, no, no! Not at all! Dio is tripleplusgood! I have seen it for myself! I mean, certainwise, he loves batting, but I unthink he is tripleplusungood! That is->

Geddy: (interrupting him gently) <Exactly. Of course, Dio isn't a Dark-type Pokemon- he's Ground/Flying- but Ian and Sinatra are still right. Not all Dark-type Pokemon are evil, and you certainly aren't.>

(He pauses, then:)

Geddy: <You know who Dio learned Dark Pulse from?>

(Orwell shakes his head.)

Orwell: <A techmach?>

Geddy: <A Zoroark. Pentigan's Zoroark, to be exact; Dio told me about it one time in the Wild Area. Would you call the Zoroark evil because he's a Dark-type?>

Orwell: <What?! No! I unwould speak other ungoodtypepokes as tripleplusungood! I...> (he looks down) <I am... p-plusscareful... that I will become tripleplusungood...>

Sinatra: <Well, I got good news for ya: you won't. You never will. You are far too sweet of a Pokemon to become evil; and the fact that you're this worried over how the rest of us will percieve you?!> (He laughs lightheartedly.) <Do you even know who you're talkin' to?!>

Elton: <Point is, you're still as sweet as ever, even after evolving... and none of us would want you any other way. So don't be too afraid that you're going to become evil just because you're a Dark-type and you battled a Krookodile. You won't! You're far too much of a worrywart to become evil! 'Course, you're not as much of a worrywart as Freddie is, but somethin' tells me that if 'e were 'ere right now, 'e'd probably be scared of you. Would you comfort 'im?>

Orwell: (almost immediately) <Surewise!>

Elton: (cheerfully) <See what I mean? You're fine! You 'ave friends who believe in you and love you for who you are!>

Orwell: (looks up at Elton, Geddy, and Sinatra) <S-s-surewise?>

Elton, Geddy, Sinatra: (in unison) <Su re wise.>

(Orwell blinks, and looks around.)

Orwell: <B-but... I still think that b-batting is a form of... t-torture...>

Unova Route 2

Piku-chan and Simon: -laugh- <Well, at least we know that hasn't changed!>

Audrey End House

-Gale was almost immediately suspicious-

Huh, strong family resemblance eh? Also I feel like I should of worn something more era-appropriate, feels like we've stepped out into the past.

-She laughs and looks around for a good way to surreptitiously test her theory-

Anyway, while we're walking I might as well chat on cooking ya? I've got this baller recipe for garlic 'chik that I've been hoping to try. You into that kind of flavor?

-She pops a smile, skipping ahead a few steps and walking backwards to continue the conversation-

Don't worry if you're intolerant, I have plenty of friends who prefer their meals with a bit more aura to them.

Indatha Marshland

Yeah, we're travelling from Drannith and got waylaid on the road.

Skysail Freebooter: Drannith eh? Two groups in one day's probably lucky! Well come on, get on.

-Gale flinches as she boards the hot air balloon shack-

Skysail Freebooter: Well, we have a lot of balloons, use a lot of wood and also magic probably? We've got our share of mages so they probably also do something to keep us afloat, never asked.

Audrey End House

Theodora: Why, that sounds positively delightful. It's hardly period-appropriate so I doubt the re-enactors would have that in the menu. Trust me, I've browsed for an analogue and found nothing satisfactory. Torchic in a garlic glaze sauce has always been one of my favourite fast food savouries. Almost as good as glazed doughnuts. But I digress.

They enter the study. The re-enactor lets them in and sends "their complements to Lord Williams."

Theodora: My uncle is quite popular with the help. He was raised right. You know, it's peculiar how much modern Galarian food is absurdly under-seasoned. All these modern recipes take it easy on the garlic and the spices. I mean, I understand that it's an acquired taste but the way people in this isle have been preparing their food, it seems like it's been overrun by vampires. I mean, that was basically what The Empire had been but I digress.

Inside the well-appointed [Victorian] room, among the pristine bric-a-brac from a bygone era, were several specimens of plants. One of them turns out to instead be a painting done by one Lord Kian Williams, and was the painting of some sort of giant fennel. It was placed near a collection of coins that featured Silphium, a now-extinct herb.

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Circhester A

Mog: Wait, but they look real! They MOVE! How are they not? Magic? I thought magic didn't work the same here.

Howard: <I say they should be meaner.>

New Circhester 1

Merlin: You're safe for the time being!

Fou: <Don't trust his definition of safe.>

Merlin: Just be careful of... Paper cuts.

Metropolis of Vanity

"Hm, that's a little funny it's Odile that's the evil one isn't it? Then again maybe there's significance in the fact that it's not the evil one?"

"Wait, I'm getting distracted"

Daydre summons Kaguya and prepares for battle.

Turffield, Picnic

<It's not supposed to be common! But pretty much every human I've met since my trainer caught me has been able to talk to me. It's super weird!>

Rikuo headtilts and ... It looks like he's trying something? Nothing happen- oh, there it is. A little pink heart ball thing flies into the pot.

<Oh, there it is.>

Circhester Streets

... Are you trying to insinuate that there is some kind of paper-based subplot forming?

Audrey End Study

-Gale mentally ticked 'typical vampire' off a list and started wandering around-

Oh Teddy, you speak like you were around at the time. It's good not gonna lie, would be heckin' sweet if you were. I mean this is a private study I doubt letting one little secret slip would hurt.

-She plucks up one of the coins and scrutinized it-

Odd flex to mint currency with an extinct ol' herb on it. Ornamental? Or perhaps it's just another piece of the puzzle?

Audrey End House

Theodora: Beg your pardon?

Ewan: ~Madame, how long will we put up this charade. She's clearly from one of those unusual fellows from that dirigible.~

Theodora: ~Where's your sense of dramatic flair, Ewan. We'll wait for something to hammer the point home.~

Theodora spots her with the coins.

Theodora: The 10th Lord Williams was an avid coin collector, antiquarian, botanist, and inventor. Many of these things were part of his rather modest collection, though most were eventually lent to the Galarian Museum or repatriated to institutions in their home regions. Old [denarii] from [Cyrene]. The giant fennel known as Silphium was an elusive plant he swore to rediscover, though the most he ever received were a pair of shrivelled up seed pods. He was never able to confirm those in his lifetime, though I have later confirmed that they had been extinct for centuries now.

She pointed to a pair of heart-shaped pods framed in a glass case.

Theodora: They were quite popular with the [Romans]. They were overharvested.

If Gale would look at the wall behind Theodora, there are a bunch of photographs of a woman that looks exactly like her, but doing silly faces. In fact, all the portraits of the Williams family and servants in that wall were doing crazy millennial-esque selfies.

Theodora: People are people, my fair Gale. You would find that people then and now were really not all that different.

Audrey End House

It's unfortunate, I've been seeking a genuine cultivar both to bring a lost herb to the modern day and also because Circhester inspired me to consider old [Roman] recipes... If this is all true and genuine then...

-The wall of portraits and photos catches her eye and a faint smirk crawls onto Gale's face. Maybe something less magical was at play here-

... Or maybe this family doesn't want anyone to notice that they faked being nobility.

Anton vanished, disappearing with Nightingale, Jackal blinked as he seemingly poofed out of existence. However it became clear soon enough, that Nightingale had just ensured a easier victory.

He rolled his neck a bit, "Alright, V, scratch that. You have full permission, take them out."

Hayon and Wayne leapt into the fray, taking on a Machamp that had advanced.

The Wing advanced upwards, avoiding the guards and their mons taking up anti-air positions as best it could. Bishop in his own command controls, nanosecond by nanosecond passing by as he calculated the best vector of attack.

Then there was breaking out, the team needed to escape and back out that hole in the wall wasn't an option, further up though was the cafeteria, an unfortunately placed position where any anti-air attacks would be useless due to the angle they'd need to take.

That'd work.

"Captain I have determined an exit point, Murphy will update your map systems, direct the team to the Cafeteria about 5 levels above you."

"Good work Obelisk. We'll make our way up there."

Audrey End House

Ewan: ~She's still missing to point, Mistress.~

Theodora: ~Oh, the nerve.~

Ewan: ~Calm down, ma'am.~

Theodora: You know, when photography first became a thing, people really took to them like a sirfetch'd to water. What usually took hours could now be done in about ten minutes. While some continued to pose for photographs the way they did portraits...

She points to a photo of a stern-faced woman named Dame Coraline Williams-Barrie.

Theodora: Others didn't.

And then points to the same lady and her husband making silly faces.

Suddenly, a Galarian Yamask emerges from the aether, carrying with them what appeared to be a steampunk [speak-and-spell].

Yamask, via the speech device: Give it a rest mum.

Theodora: Not now, Preston. Mummy's busy.

Preston: You've been saying that for the last 120 years.

She turns to Gale. By now it should be really clear to her.

Theodora: Well, if that didn't clear everything up, I would hope this would.

Preston: Grandfather's journal is in the shelf near the Ghost Lord Porcelains.

Theodora: Oh, thank you.

She moves to the shelf and grabs a small, leather-bound booklet.

Theodora: This is daddy's, alright.

Ewan: ~Uh, Madame.~

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Audrey End House

... I had discounted the immortality thing with yaknow, the pictures... Whatever. Immortal, got it. Anything gauntlet-tastic in the journal..?

Oblivion Wing, Gale's Quarters

-The shadows shift and Gale is now here carrying the extraction target. Without a word she walks to the conference room and gestures for the man to sit before opening her comms again-

Alright target secure, where and when do you want me to jump back in?

Audrey End House

Theodora: What, you think your generation invented the silly selfie? You're starting to sound like those kids from the 1960s who sounded like they invented silly things.

Preston: Mum.

Theodora: Oh, the gauntlet. Well, let's see what daddy left behind. Be patient, young one. If there's anything father taught me is that you can't rush genius. It took him a lifetime to get as far as he could with his time machine, and it took me a good long while to find the flaws in his theories and get it to work. And Preston.

Preston: What?

Theodora: I've been meaning to ask. What are the pots still doing here?

Preston: You try calling the actual Ghost Lord up and tell him about lost property. Trust us, apparently he's been rather busy with things. It didn't seem appropriate to bring it up yet.

Theodora: When we first bought those pots, we thought they were standard run on the mill tradeware ceramics, albeit really pretty ones. There was a bit of a Ranseinoserie fad back in my father's time. We didn't identify them as from that period, let alone property of the Ghost Lord, until much later. Like, midway through the 20th Century later. Somebody kept putting it off.

Preston: It was a different time.

The Wall

Murphy: Guess who just hit the motherlode!

Taipan: Great! Send the data over to Bishop and everyone else the maps.

Murphy: You've got it.

Jackal and Bishop receive two files. The first one that loaded was, of course, a map of the facility and its exit points (and where guards were positioned in the event of a riot). Also mentioned in the map were the identities of the prisoners, including those who really ought to stay there. Now the Aurabolts know who they'd need to avoid.

The other, of course, is a bunch of incriminating and sometimes embarrassing stuff on the warden and his retinue.

Taipan: Where did you learn all this? I'd have figured they had a massive firewall and everything.

Murphy: Standard procedure where we're from. The firewall's better than average, I'll admit. Took awhile to meander in and out of that one. They certainly have better IT security brand tastes than Pokefutures.

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Ikoria

(Kim looks up at the man in front of her and shakes her head.)

Kim: "I apologize, but I will be staying on the ground. Heights make me... rather uncomfortable, and considering that Freddie is in his PokeBall right now I highly doubt he'd want to experience the feeling of flying through the air."

Route 2, Unova

(Geddy, Sinatra, Elton, and Peechee all laugh along with Simon and Piku-chan, before Geddy approaches Orwell and gives him a pet.)

Geddy: <Oh, don't worry, Orwell. Battles aren't torture; they're just meant to make other Pokemon stronger. Most Pokemon like battles.>

Elton: <Yeah! They're not torturous; it's more like a friendly competition than anything else. No one actually dies or anything.>

Orwell: <B-but what about Geddy...? H-he unlikes batts...>

Geddy: <No, I like battles. I just don't like using physical moves in battle. My entire moveset consists of nothing but status moves.>

Orwell: <Oh.>

Kim: "But... that could cause a problem."

(Geddy and Orwell turn to look up at Kim.)

Kim: "The next Gym is in Motostoke, and the Gym Leader there uses Fire-type Pokemon... we're probably going to have to teach you a Water-type move, Geddy. Are you... are you okay with that?"

(Geddy thinks about it.)

Geddy: <Well... you're probably going to teach me a physical move... but it's a Gym Battle. I can understand why I'd probably need to learn to use a physical Water move. As long as I don't make the last move, I'm fine with it.>

Kim: (nods, smiling) "Good." (She pauses, then suddenly turns to Ian.) "I wonder..."

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The Wall

-V cocks her second gauntlet, the white shells inside begging to be fired.-

Vulpecula: "Until it is done!"

-She launches herself forward, firing her (non-lethal, because flaming pellets aren't healthy) guns and punching, grappling, throwing guards.-

-AA is a blur of blade and flame.-

Unova Route 2

Me: So, I think we should probably get back to Galar...

-Ian shifts from verbal communication to telepathic communication between him and Evelyn...-

Me: -telepathically to Evelyn, jokingly- ~My parole officers are starting to worry...~

-Evelyn laughs at Ian's joke.-

Audrey End House

Okay so definitely immortal. Firstly how and— Hold up immortal and you have a time machine!?

Indatha Wetlands

Oh come on...

Skysail Freebooter: Excuse me, what's your plan then? Camp out alone, in the middle of the most Nightmare-riddled place in the world and I'm not seeing any weapons so... Wait hold on who is Freddie and what is a Pokeball?

-Gale's eyes go wide as she realizes the turn this conversation is likely just about to take-

Unova, Route 2

Kim: "Indeed." (She pauses.) "But... what about my father?"

(Hearing this, and having no idea of what happened, Geddy, Elton and Sinatra turn to face Kim.)

Geddy: <Your father?>

Elton: <What, is something wrong?>

Ikoria

Kim: (matter-of-factly) "Freddie is my Sobble, and a PokeBall is something that you carry Pokemon in." (She holds up one of her own.) "It looks like this."

Unova Route 2

Me: Right... Your father...

Evelyn: If you wish to stay by your father's side, we won't stop you...

The Wall

Stranger tails Vulpecula, taking out whatever goons they miss.

Ikoria

Des starred at Kim.

"...Oh yes, right! Freddie, the cat. The small and harmless cat that we keep in a ball for its own safety."

Indatha Marshland

Skysail Freebooter: How does it fit inside the— whatever, just keep your cat in that ball while you're up on the city it's a long fall...

-Gale looks... A little relieved-

Alright, get on Kim. We don't have any better options and it'll probably be fine once we're up there. We can get some rest, maybe procure our own vessel and then we can like... I dunno go looking for Orn or fly to Lavabrink...

Skysail Freebooter: Come on, fuel's a-burning.

Route 2, Unova

Kim: "Oh, no, no. That won't matter. I assume that they will call me when the surgery is done and that they will let me know how it went."

Elton: (stunned) <SURGERY?!>

Sinatra: <Whoa, what's this about a surgery?>

(Kim turns to her Pokemon.)

Kim: (gravely) "My father was mauled by a Krookodile and had his arm ripped off. He is currently having surgery performed on him in the Striaton City Pokemon Center as we speak."

(The second they hear this, Sinatra, Geddy, and Elton react with shock.)

Sinatra: <WHAT?!>

Geddy: <Oh my goodness... I hope your father will be okay...>

Kim: "I'm sure he'll be fine, Geddy." (She turns to Ian and Evelyn.) "As for where I want to go now... the Wild Area. Again."

Ikoria

(Kim looks over at Gale for a few moments, and realizing that she doesn't have any other choice, she promptly backs down.)

Kim: (afraid) "...v-very well, then. If you insist, then I shall go. Besides, it is a much better alternative than potentially getting eaten by mutant Pokemon." (She sighs.) "But I still must inform you that it will make me very much uncomfortable to be in the skies."

(Reluctantly, she gets on the airship.)

Edited by OPALGARNET16 on Aug 27th 2020 at 12:56:52 PM

Glimwood Tangle

Mix: -contented Eevee noise-

Just: <Wow. In the business, we refer to this as "a lot to unpack.">

Ever: Be cool, Just.

Hmm. Logan would probably have some careful way of making this all happen.

-they look over their shoulder to check if Logan is safely out of earshot-

So Pollen, how do you feel about your performance in the Turffield Gym battle being overlooked due to the overall chaos of the situation?

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-Ever smile-

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Misery: <No, I think I've had enough psychoanalysis for one day. I'll work out a schedule with Ever.>

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<Thank you for your assistance. You're a very good Ranger.>

-it sounds a bit as if their admittance of this is the rough conceptual equivalent of coughing up a fistful of sewing needles-