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Maggie: "...That kinda question sounds like you wanna check out the Feywilds, if I'm guessing right?"
"...I admit, I am kinda curious myself..."
Se looks at Channah to try and get a sense for how se feels.
Titanium: <Think if y'all go in there, I'm going back in my ball. Guess I can help if things get dangerous but doesn't sound like something I'll enjoy.>
Edited by CorvusAtrox on Sep 15th 2020 at 3:47:59 AM
The man shook his head.
???: ‘fraid not - I’m as lost as you lot probably are.
Jackal pulled a grapnel out from his bag and fired it to the Normandy's open cargo bay, "Alright everyone, we're pulling out. We got the target, we'll engage in interrogation after."
Fox grinned beneath her mask and waved to Zugolsky, who blinked and waved awkwardly, before signing to Magnus, [Think the Sylveon girl is single?]
[You're looking for Heartbreak there,] Magnus responded as Fox grappneled over to the ship.
Fox tapped his comm unit, "Attention all active Aurabolts, we're pulling out now, if you're not on the Normandy make your way to the ship now. Repeat, we're pulling out."
Obelisk could be heard, "No current anti-air pointed at us Captain, we can leave when ready."
Me: Are we really that lost?
Evelyn: It's kinda hard to tell with the fog...
Me: Just as you had warned us about earlier.
Lamb silently nods, a burst of flame from the soles of her boots giving her the propulsion she needed to make it to the Normandy, albeit with further assistance from further flame.
"Wait," Gail paused, throwing up a Pokeball.
Pandora ascended beyond the fog, hoping for a vantage.
"What do you see?" Gail asked.
-Gale mutters out "I thought vampires didn't have..." under her breath as she regarded the scene of panic. She was self-conscious how calm she was in this situation, someone was suffering and history was at risk and Gale just... Couldn't find it in her to get anxious or scared. Much of the angered dialogue was in a language she couldn't understand and the glow of her own cooking was keeping her mood high-
-It was... Weird. Gale just calm sitting there at the table amusing herself with sparks of Obscura. She wasn't sure why her mind kept drawing them to the same vague astronomical patterns-
-The Nightingale gave a bow to no one in particular and shadow-ported out in a swirl of black mist-
-The Nightingale reappears back in her quarters and immediately walks to the kitchen to put some more tea on for the likely tired Aurabolts-
(From far beyond the fog, to the point where even Pandora can't see them, two wolf-like Pokemon- one blue, one red- glance out at the members of the J-Team from behind the trees. The blue one is the Fairy-type ZACIAN; the red one is the Fighting-type ZAMAZENTA. The two of them glance at each other— then start smirking at each other in glee.)
Zacian: <...they're looking for us?>
Zacian: <Should we make it harder for them to find us because we're Legendaries?>
Zacian: (with a mischievous grin on their face) <Wanna do Cobra stuff?>
Zamazenta: (returning a mischievous grin right back at them) <Let's do Cobra stuff.>
(And with that said, their eyes suddenly glow in a bright blue and a bright red color, respectively, causing crazy things to appear all over...)
(Multiple Bisharp suddenly appear, along with a long bridge. The Bisharp look at each other, before one of them suddenly exclaims:)
(A glow of mystical energy comes from the Wyndon Stadium, and mere seconds later, a group of strange people dressed in red clothes and carrying a scroll suddenly run out of the stadium, headed for the Slumbering Weald.)
(Multiple warning signs suddenly appear, imprinted with the words WARNING: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST JOKE IN THE WORLD. WHOEVER READS IT WILL IMMEDIATELY FAINT FROM LAUGHTER.)
(A giant sign suddenly appear marked with the words ROMANES EUNT DOMUS.)
(A group of people carrying fresh fruit suddenly appear out of nowhere and look at each other, before screaming and heading off into the Weald.)
(A Shiny Scorbunny suddenly appears in the Weald.)
(Police officers suddenly run out of the Wyndon Stadium and head towards the Weald.)
(The fog grows thicker and thicker despite all attempts to defog it— and then suddenly flashes red as all of the events described above happen at once. Elton, Freddie, and Geddy look at each other, caught off-guard by the sudden red flash.)
Elton: <Well! That is certainly something you do not see everyday, let me tell you.>
Freddie: (immediately runs to hide) <GAH-! S-scary... red flash... w-was that blood...? PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT WAS BLOOD...!>
Geddy: (gently) <I don't think that was blood, Freddie.> (then, in confusion) <In fact... I don't know what that was...>
(Kim, meanwhile, looks towards the fog in slight interest.)
Kim: "Hm. Red fog. Interesting."
(Mere seconds later, the fog clears completely, and before anyone has a chance to look at the crazy stuff around them, the clouds above them part, and a voice rings out from the heavens.)
(Upon hearing the voice, Kim, Elton, Geddy, and Freddie all look up— and much to their utter disbelief, a massive, horse-like Pokemon surrounded by golden rings majestically comes out of the sky and stares down at all of them. This Pokemon, of course, is ARCEUS themself.)
Kim: (stunned) "Is that...?"
Elton: (awed) <No way...>
Geddy: (shocked) <It can't be...>
Freddie: (utterly shaking with terror) <I-i-it is... i-it's Arceus... w-w-w-what are they doing here?!>
Edited by OPALGARNET16 on Sep 17th 2020 at 9:22:07 AM
-Ian and Evelyn look up to the skies and see Arceus, in all his glittering golden godly glory. Ian is completely in awe, as he never thought the day would come when he would actually meet Arceus. Though awestruck, he slowly reaches for his Pokédex.-
Pokédex: Arceus, the Alpha Pokémon. A Mythical Pokémon. Through the use of several elemental Life Plates, Arceus can change His type at will to become any of the eighteen currently known types. It is told in mythology that this Pokémon was born before the universe even existed. Arceus is often described as the Pokémon that shaped the universe with its 1,000 arms. Many different people all over the world worship Arceus as a deity, however have many different interpretations of the Pokémon, their words and intent. Because of this, many different religious sects have...-
-Ian stuffs his Pokédex back into his pocket to shut it up. As for Evelyn, she looks on in complete and abject terror. She never realized that she would end up meeting Arceus, and now realizes just what she is wearing. She tries to move, but cannot... as though Arceus' holy aura is so brilliant and menacing that to look upon it makes her so petrified with fear that she'd never be able to run away...-
Evelyn: -completely terrified- K-Korosanaide kudasai...Translation P-Please don't kill me...
Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Sep 17th 2020 at 9:23:19 AM
Startled, Pandora swiftly descends to stand behind her trainer, looking up at Pokegod in fear.
<Some kind of madness...> Pandora trailed off.
"I'm scared, too." Gail allowed.
Quintus: Enough of this nonsense. Guards. Seize them and leave their personal effects here.
Theodora: I've heard of a stiff upper lip, Gale, but you're certainly taking this well. Shall we coordinate our escape now or should we wait until we're in a cell?
Quintus: I want them fighting wild Pokémon within a day.
Procurator: Bestiarii? They have yet to be made enemies of Caesar.
Quintus: Venatores. If they can win against the beasts as venatores, they've earned their freedom. It beats making them actual gladiators.
Procurator: True. True.
Theodora: Ah, the venatores. Some say the modern Pokémon trainer had its origins in venatores who were allowed to battle pokémon with other pokémon to the death. Exceptionally cruel times, the [Roman] ages. It beats crucifixion.
Sir Nigel's Pokémon stared at Arceus in reverence. Sir Nigel himself is unfazed and kind of annoyed.
Reeves: ~It's God! We must revere Him!~
Mumtaz: <Somebody give God a mojito.>
Sir Nigel: Go away. You're not registered in our index.
Taipan: Well, there's my cue.
She returns her team to their balls and activates repulsors on her hands and feet and blasts off, leaving a hole in the roof.
Taipan: Thank Arceus for the shock-absorbing helmet.
She arrives at the Wing.
Taipan: What did you mine out?
Murphy: What didn't I mine out? I'll leave the de-encrypting and de-classifying to Bishop. We've a lot of blackmail material on our hands.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 21st 2020 at 2:44:40 AM
-Everyone stares up at Arceus.-
Merah: <What in the...>
Borealis: <Nice! They are still around after millions of years.>
<Nope!> Tot declares, reaching for the button on his own pokeball. <There's no way I'm dealing with Arceus.>
He disappears into his pokeball. Hoops, who was brought up religious, falls to their knees.
"Oh lord Arceus, I am not worthy to receive you. Forgive my sins, lord."
Stylus marched through the tunnels, swapping to auric sight to see ahead, it was empty but there were faint points of light further down. The lagomorph-mons had an artifact of some sort, and currently held the advantage of numbers, whatever reason they had to nick it, it wouldn’t be easy.
Stylus of course was prepared, satchel slung over a shoulder, poncho ready, and an automapper with his trusty pDroid on hand, Bishop running the systems. Porygons were useful to have on hand, though Stylus was now wondering about Porygons, it seemed like they didn’t exactly get a fair deal being born to run computer systems.
<Bishop…> he began.
“Yes Captain?” Came the response, as Bishop poked his head out of the satchel bag.
<I’ve got to ask but… do you ever want to do more with your life?>
“What do you mean Captain?”
<It’s just, you run a lot of my systems, and you can totally leave whenever you want, but does it ever bother you that as a Porygon you’re more or less born to run computer systems?>
“Ah, existential quandaries,” Bishop said calmly, “Captain you are coming at this from an understandable perspective.”
Bishop floated out, “As you have said, I am perfectly capable of leaving and stopping if I wish. But have you considered that I wish to continue running systems?”
Stylus paused and had to admit, he hadn’t considered that, <You like doing all that stuff?>
“We are not born like most mons, we are not reincarnated souls, we are digital beings that were constructed with purpose. I find that personally liberating to know what my purpose in life is, your perspective is understandable as you were not made like us, but do be aware that your viewpoint is rather organically centered. There may be others who do not share my views but ultimately I find purpose and meaning in doing my job. I was made to do a job and by Arceus I will do so, and if I ever wanted to do something else I know you wouldn't try to stop me.”
Stylus smirked a bit, it made sense in a way, Porygons were artificial mons, of course their thought process would be different, <Well then Bishop. Let’s keep going, we got a Nidoland to find.>
Bishop nodded and reentered the bag, phasing into the pDroid stored in there, “Really Captain the bigger question you should be asking is where all your pockets go upon being turned into this form.”
It was a good question, Stylus had to admit.
The exploration yielded an interesting result, Stylus stepped out into the open and looked around, it was a large cave, and at the center appeared to be some fortress made of old metals and stone.
<Another ancient relic, it’s always a relic… Does nobody ever use anything new?> He asked.
Bishop had no response, but the automapper was going wild for certain, Stylus sighed and pulled out the pDroid and attempted to scan, only to be greeted with a <HALT!>
He looked about and saw two Nidorino staring at him, they wore what looked to be some form of plated torso piece, presumably armor for a uniform, <You are trespassing! Turn around!>
Stylus sighed, <One of your fellows took something from some people I know, I’m just here to get it back and then I’ll go,> he didn’t want to make it difficult.
<Whatever has been taken belongs to the Convent now, leave or we will hurt you!>
Being difficult it was then, <Really now?> Stylus asked, <How are you going to do so, go on, tell me what you plan?>
Nidorino-A leaped forward and jabbed him in the chest with his horn, Stylus gasped and breathed hard, he could feel the toxins coursing into his veins.
<Your funeral,> Nido-A said, pulling back, the two guards turning around and walking away, <Damned fools always->
There was laughter, heavy laughter, and Stylus stood up, a manic look in his eye… he almost swore he could hear Knight in the back of his head laughing as well, encouraging him on. He picked one of the barbs out, and took a deep breath, it stung, but the poison did nothing.
The Nido Guards starred in horror at him, <W-What… y-you should be doubling over in pain!>
Stylus laughed more and grinned, part of him loosening up, it felt… good. He looked at them directly, <I’m guessing you haven’t dealt with Steel Types much, I’m immune to your poison, now my fighting type moves will not do as much, you guys got a resistance to that, but it just means this… you’ll just take longer to break, me? I’ll tank every hit you toss.>
Nido-B fainted, Nido-A looked ready to cry, Stylus walked past them, smirking a bit.
“Nicely done Captain, getting the hand of intimidation I see,” Bishop noted.
<Alice has been a great teacher on the effects of projecting confidence,> Stylus noted.
Stylus approached the Fortress, the large iron gate standing before him, <Well, let’s hope we can just get this over with.>
“Judging by the sheer impossibility of everything I am seeing here, Most likely there is some form of ruling Monarch in this thing,” Bishop noted, sounding disappointed, “Captain I have a request to have no more impossible things around.”
<Can’t stop that Bishop, it’s like everyone says, the universe has a sense of humor.>
Stylus knocked on the gate, and heard, <Oi!>
He looked up and saw a Nidorino and Nidorina in more guard armor on top of the wall, <Leave!> shouted the Nidorina.
<Yeah no, I just want something you guys took from some friends of mine, and then I’ll be gone. Let’s make this easy.>
Stylus really just wanted to leave, he wanted to solve this with as little violence as possible, he had enough on his plate. For one thing being currently in a form that constantly told him his name was “Stylus” right now, secondly planning for what was going to be probably the most important day in his life. Though a part of him, deep down inside, told him this was only going to end one way.
<You are an intruder, we won’t dare open our gates, whatever was taken was ours now!> The Nidorina Guard responded.
<Yeah I don’t think things work that way,> Stylus responded, <Look I really don’t want to cause trouble, maybe give it back and I can->
He was met with a launching of poison spines striking him, it stung, and the needles dug into his skin. Stylus grumbled, <Ow…>
He took a deep breath, steel typing let him ignore the poison, he was a juggernaut here, best be careful. Anger was easy to give into, very easy, especially like this, he was glad he didn’t have Hacks here to activate his Mega-form, though that was tempting. “Be diplomatic Stylus,” was his current thought.
<Okay, poison moves won’t work on me, don’t you know anything else? Look, we’re at a stalemate, let’s jus->
He was hit with a sludge bomb, it dripped down his body, and something inside snapped, “Captain?” Bishop asked.
Stylus then started to laugh, <Okay wow… you guys really are just gonna play this way… what does having your own fortress mean you’re all royalty?>
The guards looked a little confused, Stylus drew a fist out from under his poncho, it started to glow with a white hot energy, <I tried to play nice…>
The Guards looked worried, <Uh…>
<Okay. Let’s play it your way.>
The iron gate was blown open and Stylus marched in, rolling his head a bit, a wicked grin on his face. This would be fun.
"..huh. Easy raid. Shame, I wanted to bust out this bad boy."
He pulled out the canister he had earlier with the swirly, purple smoke in it.
"Maybe they won't notice if I 'test' it out on one of the inmates-oof!"
Des was bumped in the back by Doug.
"..Eh, you're no fun."
He returned Doug then turned into a plume of smoke and flew back into the Normandy.
"Wouldn't mind a tea myself."
Des thanked the barkeep and took a swig.
"Hmm, still stronger than the light stuff we got back home."
He rejoined Gale.
"See something interesting?"
Des is currently in an alcohol induced, midday nap.
"snore I wanna ride the pony..."
Lita walked in with a bucket of water.
Lita: "Naptime is over!"
She threw the cold water over him and Des woke up with a start.
Des: "Aw! I'll kill him I swe-uh...huh?"
Lita: "Dad, as your daughter, I have declared that now is the time to confront your past childhood trauma and abandonment issues."
Des: "Aw can't it wait until Friday?"
Lita: "It is Friday."
Des tilted his head then groggily sat up. He pulled an empty bottle out from between the couch cushions. It was a recycled bottle with a sticker of Des doing finger guns slapped on it. The lager was called 'Gayght Shooter'.
Des: "Right...my homebrew..."
Lita: "What possessed you to make that stuff anyways?"
Des: "Belphegor, the Sorry He has Disappointed His Daughter? Listen, I'm fine. You turned out ok, right? My own flesh and blood?"
Lita: "...Dad, I'm adopted."
Des: "asdfghj What?!"
Lita: "One family issue at a time, ok? C'mon."
She grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and began dragging him out of the room. Des flailed in protest.
Des: "Please don't do this now I'm not ready-hey! You're pretty strong!"
Lita: "Thanks, my girlfriends think it's my best feature."
Channah: Well. Nothin else to do right now. That I know of.
Jack: <Feywilds? Sounds fun!>
Jackal stepped in, Hayon and Fox at his sides, he looked over to the Defector, Anton Matthews, sitting there twiddling his thumbs.
"So uh... what's the plan?" He asked.
"Debrief, for this defector, we are keeping our masks on, until you are escorted to the cabins on the lower deck to act as a makeshift brig."
Anton was about to protest, but admitted with his history at pokefutures, it was entirely understandable.
Jackal prepped the review chart while awaiting the others, Fox smirked as Stranger's comments came over the radio.
Hayon grinned, ~I like to think we're just too good for a place like this. If we had the full team we could've torn it to the ground.~
"We may be a bit overpowered, agreed," Jackal responded.
Oh! Oh okay things have gone bad, right. Uh...
-Gale looks around and flinches-
Damn this light and airy architectural styling, no good shadows... If we're getting out of here it's going to have to be a run for it, I'll take your lead yes?
Yeah just some... I think they might be mages.
-One of the patrons perks up with a soft laugh-
Randomized Skysailer: Aye, they're competing to see which one can hold the place up more.
-They gesture vaguely at one of the three in green who seems to be holding a green vine that melds into the floor-
Randomized Skysailer: That one's been spending too much time out in the Ketria, thinks 'e can "talk to the timbers" to make them be still.
-Then, a half-hearted sweep to one in blue and white clothing sitting amid a swirling vortex of angular glyphs-
Randomized Skysailer: She's from Drannith, couldn' make out a word of 'er explanation but it's something about trapping the balloon in time? And then there's that blighter.
-A sharp gesture, a somewhat ominous person in black and red-
Randomized Skysailer: They're doing... Something. Some dark bargain likely. Yaknow, they're treating it as a contest, see who lasts longest and helps the best but tell ya the truth.
-The patron takes a hearty swig of their mug-
Randomized Skysailer: Workin' together, the place has is the most stable it's ever been!
-Gale looks mildly baffled by the explanation-
-The Nightingale wanders in with a tray of mugs-
Of course we are. A lot of what makes us special comes from other worlds if you think about it. The world doesn't expect what we can do.
-She sets the tray down and takes a seat-
Speaking of, where's psyche guy and his big buggo?
Stylus strided into the city, numerous nido-mons staring at him, the iron gate crumpled in a heap in a corner. He could sense the glares from the inhabitants, he was an invader who just broke into their kingdom, a quick sweep revealed that the highest evolution here was Nidorino and Nidorina.
Stylus put his metal paw to his chin in thought.
No sign of anything higher. Presumably run by Nidoking or Nidoking. Preventing subjects from evolving to maintain control over kingdom. Presumably also the reason why they are so focused on poison, never had to deal with immunity. Ruler doesn’t want them getting too clever. Conclusion… Oh this will be fun.
He lowered the paw and looked around the gathering crowd and grinned, several Nido-guards had begun to surround him, Stylus looked to the satchel slung over his shoulder, Bishop popping his head out of the bag and quirking a brow at him.
<Look, let’s make this easy for everyone, take me to your ruler and then it is out of your hands,> Stylus said to the Guard.
<Silence! You are to come with us peacefully, if you do so you may be let free,> the Guard Captain shouted.
Stylus sighed, <Really… how are you going to do that?>
The Captain grinned and pointed at the horn on his head, Stylus blinked, he had hoped for some variation. Seems the theory about them being deliberately made reliant on poisoning was true.
<Really… that’s your answer?> Stylus asked.
<It’s the only answer you des-> The Captain began, just before Stylus shot a paw out and gripped the horn, the Captain began to panic.
Stylus brought the Captain closer and inspected the horn, the crowd of subjects and guard staring in shock, <Really? Doesn’t look too impressive, looks like any other Nido toxin inducing spine I’ve seen.>
The Captain roared in anger and attempted to stab Stylus right then and there, only to get a force palm for his troubles. He flew, about 10 meters before crashing into a convenient fruit stand, Stylus was left confused, less about the existence of the stand itself, it was a natural consequence of fighting in the streets that a fruit stand would get broken… more about the fact of where they were getting the fruit if they spent all their time in these underground tunnels.
The thought was quickly dispelled as the other Guards advanced upon Stylus, he blinked, and then turned to Bishop.
<Play track 12.>
There was a click as the pDroid’s audio software picked up, and soon blaring was a select song.
The Guards leapt at him, and Stylus used Close Combat. The fury of blows knocked each and every one away, they rose up again, a guard soon found himself getting a flying kick to the face, and then into the wall.
Another guard tried to take Stylus from behind, only to get kicked in the face himself. Stylus laughing, a bit drunk on the power, music not helping, he leapt into the fray. He felt… good, as if he needed this, as if after all the nonsense, maneuvering, and stress, all he needed was somebody who refused to listen to reason and wanted to use violence. To let loose and let some baser instincts take over, Stylus needed this.
And so far, he hadn’t even needed to break out the kamehame.
King Adon sat in his throne, a Shiny Nidoking, he relaxed and awaited the requests from his subjects, as well as the taxes they would bring. He was rather fond of all the old machinery that was being found, ever since he was a Nidoran he liked to study all the tools people used, old and new, and he was especially fascinated by the ones from ancient worlds.
This is why when he found the city, it was a boon. Working his way up, he became its king, and now Adon was the absolute monarch of his own city of artifacts, and anyone who dared get too close with ancient pieces of technology would swiftly lose them. He was king, and nobody would ever dare take that away from him. It’s why he made sure nobody evolved past Nidorino/Nidorina or knew anything other than poison moves, nobody would threaten his dominion.
<Sire!> A Guard shouted running in, <We have a problem!>
Adon sighed, <What is it Atreus?>
<An intruder has breached the city’s walls! He cannot be stopped!>
Adon groaned and stood up, marching out, <If you want something done right… What is he doing?>
<Well sire, he is currently playing music.>
<So either he is hosting a rave sire…>
Adon opened the door to his throne room, just in time to see a Nidorino guard come flying and land at his feet.
<Or he is crushing our guards.>
Adon grunted, this would not be easy.
Stylus breathed heavily, a wicked grin on his face, <Oh man… I have needed this.>
“An opportunity to cut loose and just move? Yes, yes you have Captain.”
<I don’t know why but it feels right.>
“You’ve just been under a lot of stress, you needed some catharsis.”
Stylus nodded, and then looked about at the various guards, <Okay next question, they’re all poison types and I’m using fighting type moves. Shouldn’t they be much harder to beat?>
“It seems the ruler of this little fiefdom has deliberately held them back, you might just be too advanced an opponent for them. Best comparison is how you like to go back to level 1 areas in RP Gs as a level 100 and curbstomp everything before you.”
Stylus said nothing to that but it made sense. After all he had been through, 2 interstellar wars, J-Team nonsense, the superhero business, the Glitch beneath the Hamlet, and the frozen wasteland in that alternate timeline, a band of nidos who didn’t know that steel types were immune to poisoning was a cakewalk.
Stylus turned around, and saw a shiny Nidoking, wearing a crown and a regal looking cape, <That has to be the ruler of this place.>
“Most assuredly Captain,” Bishop concurred.
<I am the great King Adon, and you are trespassing in my land.>
<Well your highness, my name is Stylus, and your people stole from fellows of mine and all I want is that artifact piece back,> Stylus explained, <Your guards however are a bit trigger happy and I had to defend myself,> he added with a bit of a smug grin.
Adon stared confusedly at the Lucario before him, the even monotone didn’t match the various expressions he was pulling. He also felt as if this intruder was mocking him, didn’t he know he was before a king?
<You are misinformed, it passed through my territories, thus all pieces of archeotek are mine,> Adon stated plainly.
Stylus’s grin vanished and he was just left staring, <Really now? How do we know what territories are yours to prevent that? Surely a great king such as yourself has heard of signage. It’s a great way to mark borders.>
Even with the monotone, Adon could tell he was mocking him, <You dare?>
<Dare what?> Stylus asked, the grin returning.
<You dare mock a king! I’ll crush you like a bug type beneath my heel and have you drawn out before the public!>
Stylus sighed, of course he had an ego the size of a planet, this mini-tyrants always did, <I dare. You are no great being, you are a warlord pretending to be royalty.>
Adon grimaced and glared at him, <Enough talk… we will settle this properly.>
Stylus took a deep breath and assumed a stance, <As you wish, your highness…>
-Ducks under a Moonblast as Mokele-Mbembe fires more Freeze-Dries-
Galarian Rapidash-EX: -Horn glows as they carve a rune into the ruin floor, a circular crystal door unfolding like a flower bud- <Be careful, the wilds may not necessarily wish to let you go.>
I'm feeling a ridiculous amount of ambient Aura coming from the portal.
Theodora: Alright. I do have one trick up my sleeve, though it's going to make the Time Cops so, so cross.
She eyeballed the lobby of the villa and saw that the skylight was right around the appropriate size for a steelix?
Have the [Romans] even discovered Steelix yet? Oh, Arceupiter who cares. She releases Hogarth, a massive steelix, into the skylight area.
Theodora: Hogarth, clear us a way out of here.
Almost immediately, the large iron snake plows through the plaster, stone, daub and wattle walls of the villa and clears out an embarrassingly large gap for them to run away.
Theodora: I suggest we run that way. Ewan, block them off. Henry!
The metagross of that name starts to lumber back towards them, litter on his back.
Theodora: Hop on!
Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 22nd 2020 at 6:44:13 PM
In inadvertent unison Colton, Sylveon and Bea took deep inhales, anticipating what was to come next.
Sure enough, the Gym Leader sent out her ace and returned her, dark red clouds forming within the arena.
Before Sylveon could do anything, Machamp threw forward a number of fists at a pace faster than she could blink. Surprising given they were bigger than her trainer.
Halfway to collapse already Sylveon had to send out a projectile Draining Kiss to heal herself, not helped much by the subsequent beam of light that sent her skyward.
Machamp used Revenge Max Strike!
As she fell she reoriented herself, slowing her descent with a Hyper Voice only interrupted by Machamp punching her into the wall with a fire-cloaked fist.
Machamp used Fire Punch Max Inferno!
Sighing once again, Colton reached for his last Pokeball, shaking his head somewhat.
Julius used Protect!
[[quoteblock]] Machamp used G-Max Chi Strike~[/quoteblock]]
<Nope.> Julius said this despite the fact that he had still taken a considerable number of blows through the Protect. Holding on to the best of his abilities, as the transformation died away the Stoutland stepped back and dived for Machamp, standing back up and leaving his opponent prone.
[[quoteblock]] Julius used Play Rough!
"6v5... I'm not criticizing any of you. I'm just saying we're getting a bit in over our heads. Probably."
The stranger just stares up at the Pokegod... mildly surprised.
Channah: -peering at the entrance- Eh, nothing can stop Tagg from getting out of something if he really needs to. Except maybe the J-Team.
-Looking at the portal-
...Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
-Standing near the fortification entrance to Route 8-
Looks like we've got a bit of a ways ahead of us.
Taipan took off her helmet and reached out for a cup of tea.
Priscilla: Murphy, tell us what you've managed to fish out.
Murphy: Well, for starters, we now have a full map of the Wall. A few planned defenses. Several key weak points in their current defenses and a fist full of bugs and entryways that skilled porygons can meander in (it'll take a good long while to patch them, too, even with porygon), plus a lot of confidential information about this prison, who happens to be locked up, and who they're tied with. We also have enough blackmail material on our tovarish downstairs and his Interpol backers to have them do the torchic dance on [YouTube] live and still get them fired.
Priscilla: Any highlights?
Murphy: We do have a name for the people who ordered the arrest of Mr. whats his face over here. They're also planning a fake news smear campaign, apparently, to make it so that people never hearing from this guy again wouldn't question why. A lot of the other important stuff's missing details due to encryption, but it wouldn't take Bish and I more than a few hours to de-encrypt them all. One detail does stand out, though. The name of the company.
Murphy: Forward Futures. While I did cross-examine the stuff, that doesn't really take a genius. One of A.A. Voynich's network of shell companies for his startups.
Jon arrived in the office. He frequently went to the PEFE offices to pick up official documents for cross-referencing. Usually, he received them through e-mail, but Priscilla insisted on him picking it up directly since it's an exclusive. Apparently, an archeological dig revealed that a villa's destruction had been done by a Steelix.
The dig's sponsors insisted that PEFE check it out due to its peculiarity. It was unknown whether Steelix had occurred in [North Africa] that early or if they were introduced much more recently. PEFE requested that the release be made private(the site was a villa, and would likely attract the attention of relic thieves) and the dispatches sent in person. Since Jon was still in Kanto, Geo Soc sent him to pick it up.
As soon as he picked it up, however, he was told to meet with Ms. Kwan for additional information. He didn't question it, but even he agreed that this was unhealthy.
He arrived at her office.
Jonathan: Alright, Pris. I'm pretty sure you're being a bit too extra paranoid with the data. Contact Communications was wondering why you didn't just send the really big data through a parcel service.
Priscilla: We just didn't want the archeologists getting harangued until after they beefed up security.
Jonathan: What's this really about?
Priscilla paused. Now was the perfect time to tell him. But she can't seem to spit it out. She thought long and hard who'd she'd take to the space wedding and crossed out a lot of the obvious candidates (Scott couldn't make it because he's busy planning his own wedding).
Jonathan: That same Contact guy is going to be pissed as hell if you give me an exclusive since you torchic'd out of saying something.
A cheesy porygon appears.
Murphy: Jokes on you, Halliburton. We don't have an exclusive! That disk is all you're getting.
Priscilla: Okay, so there's this event—
Jonathan: You need a plus one and you think I'm desperate enough to want to come with you.
Priscilla: Well, if you're gonna put it that way—
A cheeky porygon2 butts in.
Walter: That means yes. He says yes.
Priscilla: I haven't even said what it was yet.
Jonathan: And neither did I say yes to anything. I could be busy that day. I could just not be interested.
Walter: Lying will get you nowhere.
Priscilla: Well, if you must know. It's a wedding. My friend Silas from Asimov is getting hitched in his space station. It's a private event. I'm extending this invite not as some sort of press exclusive. I just need someone to go with me.
Jonathan: I dunno. There'd better be a good reason for me to do so. I'm not about to debase myself into going with you, have my feelings toyed around, all so you can have arm candy and not look desperate and alone.
Priscilla: Okay, cutting a bit deep there, Johnny.
Jonathan: I have my dignity. I'm not going through this charade. But I'll give you a chance. Convince me that this is a good idea. Give me one good reason why I should play along.
Priscilla: It's in space.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Oct 3rd 2020 at 6:07:17 PM
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