The Lucario and the Nidoking stared at each other, <What do I call you, interloper?> Adon asked.

<Stylus,> the Lucario responded, before mentally kicking himself about trying to get his correct name down.

Adon nodded, before charging forward, Stylus barely had time to dodge before the ground beneath him was smashed apart, the area shaking, Adon had used Earthquake. Landing on his feet Stylus charged an aura sphere and tossed it, Adon took the hit and laughed, it seemed Adon was actually going to be a challenge.

<Bishop, adjust the track.>

The music track clicked, and a variation began to play, and Stylus rolled his shoulders, and charged forward, extreme speed right into Adon’s body, and then.

<Machine Gun Blows,> Stylus commented, before pounding away with Close Combat, the rapid fire fists pummeling against Adon.

Adon flew back a foot and took a deep breath, staring at Stylus, <Impressive. I can see why you beat my soldiers.>

<You’ve been holding them back haven’t you?> Stylus asked, pointing a paw at the King, <Teaching them only some moves to keep most people out, rendering them weak so they can’t rise up against you.>

Adon grunted, <If so, what is it to you?>

<Just making sure I’ve got at least some moral highground, defusing a cult and taking out a king seems good,> Stylus commented.

<You so easily brand me as evil, and yet you have invaded my home, harmed my people, and demanded my crown. Who is the-> Adon began.

<You have your people stealing from everyone else, hoarding ancient artifacts that could teach us much more about the world, and you have prevented anybody here from learning anything other than poisoning moves, limiting them. I’m a fighting type, I should have not taken out so many poison types so easily,> Stylus interrupted, the look on his face stating he was clearly annoyed.

<Ah but there is one last little detail,> Adon added.

Stylus quirked a brow, right before he was struck with an electric bolt, <Ga Yaa Ayaa Yaa!!> he shouted.

Thunder, and it was resonating throughout his metal bones, Stylus hated this, he could barely move. Right before Adon opened his mouth and spat a pillar of flame, it burned and Stylus collapsed to the ground. He coughed a bit, Adon knew the right moves to use on a Steel Type.

<I won’t be so dumb as to use poison on you. Instead I’m going to make sure I just burn you to a crisp, maybe I’ll dump you back outside without all this fancy gear, though… I suspect that scarf has something to do with your presence here, I’ll leave that. Make my job easier…> Adon commented.

Bishop was scrambling getting on the comms, he needed some form of assistance right now.

Arthur and Victor sat outside the entrance, Victor having opened a thermos of coffee he had packed.

“So, you packed coffee, instead of tea. I always took you for a tea drinker?”

“A good espresso is always better than a cup of Earl Gray,” Victor responded.

Arthur smirked, “Careful what you say, we are in Galar, they may take offense to you saying that,” he said with a joking tone.

“They can try, I’d take them all on. Trust me you wouldn’t fare much better,” The Vampire responded with a smug grin.

“I get Kalos is my home but… after what happened years ago, I feel no connection to it. It’s a place I’ve lived much like many others,” Arthur admitted.

Victor nodded, quietly sipping his coffee, awaiting Silas/Stylus/Whomever to step out of the tunnels. The Grant family was weird, but they were also the only ones willing to really interact with him, and that was helping a little bit. That episode during his 4th century of living was not pleasant, Victor had no desire to go back there.

The radio unit that had been left behind for them to talk through clicked on, Arthur picked it up, “Hello, good news?”

Through the crackle and static came Bishop’s electric voice, “We have a problem.”

Arthur looked to Victor, who shrugged, “What is the problem Bishop?”

“The Captain is under assault and the aggressor has actual tactical knowledge, we need a game changer down here, perhaps backup or something!”

“Can’t Silas handle it himself?”

“He has been paralyzed and is currently undergoing a flame based assault. He has improved much but I doubt he’ll be able to tank this forever. We need assistance,” Bishop responded.

Victor and Arthur looked at each other, neither could get down there, and Victor wasn’t immune to poisoning and Arthur wasn’t immune to fire. Considering how long he had been down there, they had no clue of how extensive the tunnels were. Clutch could teleport, but without a clear idea where that may end out badly, Arthur pulled out a green phone and said, “Vega. Could you open a slipgate down there?”

“Sadly not, the Slipgate does not work that way, we’d have to gate back to the castle, then use a locator to find your Grandson before we could go there.”

“It’s a bit of a pain but knowing where to go and why is for the best,” Victor added.

Arthur mumbled, then hit upon an idea, tossing a ball, out appeared Clutch.

<Organics, you summon me, for what purpose?> the proud Metagross asked.

Arthur just glared at Clutch, and Clutch seemed to wither under it, Victor was impressed, he had heard that Clutch was trouble to deal with.

“There should be a vessel near here, teleport, grab the girl inside, and make sure she brings a bracer with her.”

Clutch was about to protest, when he was met with the intense gaze of the Undying Knight once more; with that he teleported out. Arthur smirked and looked to Victor, who shrugged, his team didn’t really argue with him much other than Alucard, but Alucard had daddy issues. In an instant another teleport, and there was a young woman, with bright cyan eyes and fluffy brown hair.

“What the hell?” Roxy asked, she was holding a bag, inside was a bracer with a mega stone in it.

Victor caught on and grinned, “Oh. Clever. Using that, it’s a curious thing.”

Arthur nodded, “It’ll make one man weep, make another man sing.”

Roxy blinked and stared at the two, “Oh hey Arthur!” She realized, smiling, “Good to see you, got the invite?”

“Roxy as much as I’d love to talk about how happy I am to see you, and congratulate you, and tell you that Victor will ordain the marriage-” Arthur began.

“Wait what?” Roxy blinked

“-But we have a problem. Your fiance is currently down in some tunnels-”

“Yeah, I figured, he said you had called him asking for him and the scarf,” She said rolling her eyes, she didn’t need the exposition.

“-And he’s currently under attack and we need to do something quick,” Arthur finished, a grave tone in his voice.

Roxy’s hair started to curl as her eyes widened, she was ready to race down into the tunnels, and then she realized… no scarf. “Damnit Silas…” she muttered.

“There is another option,” Victor opined, “You have that bracer with the evo stone.”

Roxy looked at the bracer, “It’s been a long time since I used it, last time it didn't work.”

Arthur and Victor gave her a flat stare, Arthur opened his mouth, only for Victor to step in, “My dear Roxanne. That was at the beginning of your relationship, figuring out where you stood, now do you mean to tell me that betrothal does not mean anything? You will make it work, how do I know?”

He stood over her, looking into her eyes, “I can see it in your eyes, you have something I lost long ago…”

Arthur wasn’t sure what he meant, but Roxy took it well, she nodded, put on the bracer, and whispered to it “Kick their ass.” She struck the bracer, and let it ignite, hoping to the Distortion world this would work.

Stylus groaned, his body was roasted, he hurt all over, somehow his satchel and poncho had survived. The scarf was weird; it needed no explanation as to why it survived. He was in the yellow, he stared at Adon, who had weathered all the hits, <Damn poison typing.>

<Such a shame this won’t work out for you,> Adon commented, <Of course, if you surrender your supplies now, I’ll let you leave now.>

Stylus grimaced, <Everything…> it wasn’t really a big deal, he could easily reproduce the stuff on hand and Bishop assured him backups were in order, but it was how Adon wanted this. How Adon acted, Stylus refused to bend the knee to a jackass who styled himself as royalty.

<On my charred tail,> Stylus commented, clenching his fists, <I’ve faced worse than you. You’ve just been lucky, some stuns here and there.>

Adon smirked and stepped forward, raising his paws high, the area brightening, <Sunny day… amazing how quickly you can dry out a damp cave deep underground?>

Stylus grunted and marched forward, Adon grinned, <Oho, you approach me?>

<Can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer,> Stylus commented, but under the harsh heat, he wasn’t feeling the best, he stumbled a bit. He should not be having this much trouble with one Nidoking, but Adon was far from typical, Stylus took a deep breath, problems for later.

Adon had an evil grin, and threw a fist, intending to break Stylus with a Rock Smash… the cocoon of white energy forming around the lucario didn’t phase him.

A silver paw shot out of the cocoon, gripping onto Adon’s clenched paw, the Nidoking looked on in shock as Stylus stood there, looking different. He felt crushing force weigh down upon his paws, Stylus clenching his right paw into a fist, and sending it straight into the King’s face.

Adon flew into a wall, he barely had time to stand up before he felt another fury of blows strike him, his body bruised. Adon could barely breathe, before an uppercut sent him flying, he looked down as best he could, Stylus had launched him into the air.

<Kaaaaaaa-> Stylus began, Adon reaching the apogee of his flight, <-Meeeeeeeeeeee-> he continued, the Nidoking growing worried, <-Haaaaameeeeeeeeeeee…>

Stylus shot his paws out, and a great beam of blue energy surged forward, <HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!>

Adon barely had time to think as the aura storm flew at him, a turnaround, the great king, him, defeated by an outsider he did not know. The beam burned; he wasn’t sure if it was resistance to fighting type moves, or just anger and rage manifested but every moment it continued it stung. Adon slipped out of consciousness, and fell to the courtyard with a loud crash.

Stylus took a deep breath, and observed himself, <Mega evolution… Bishop you called in some help?>

“Yes Captain. I figured achieving your Mega-Evo form would be a good game changer,” Bishop responded, popping out of the satchel.

The Pory-Z looked over at the unconscious shiny Nidoking, “What shall we do with him?”

Stylus dug into the satchel and dug out an ultra ball, tossing it at the unconscious form of Adon, it captured him and clicked 3 times, before stopping. Adon was caught, Stylus smirked as he put the ball away, <Maybe somebody in the J-Team could use him.>

There were the murmurs of a crowd as Stylus looked about, the Nidos now without a king, unsure of what to do. Stylus groaned, <Bishop what’s our policy on leaving a kingdom without a ruler?>

“It’s bad form Captain, we have interfered and we must see this through. Directive 1 of Asimov First Contact policy.”

<These aren’t even aliens…>

About 20 minutes later, Stylus stepped out of the tunnel, still in Mega-form, he took a deep sigh and removed the scarf and poncho. Silas stretched, “Ow.”

He was soon greeted by a hug from Roxy, he was a bit surprised at first but he was quick on the uptake and hugged back, “Thanks.”

Bishop floated out after him, dragging a large burlap sack, filled with artifact pieces, Victor blinked, “Hello. This is what we found in the tunnels,” Bishop stated.

“What did you find down there?” Arthur asked.

Silas gave everyone the rundown of his experience and the finding of an old castle from some lost culture, the nidos, the power trip, the fight with Adon. Roxy just stared at Silas with a frown that said, ‘Be careful next time.’

“-And so I told them to abandon this place and find other nido cultures, learn how to use more moves, and grow as individuals.”

Arthur whistled, “Sorry to put you all through that.”

Silas actually smiled, “Don’t be… it was kind of fun, and that ending was… well it was reassuring,” he said, gripping Roxy’s hand.

Victor smirked as the two packed up and walked off, Arthur looking over to him, “So… what the hell did you lose?”

“Immortality is a hell of a thing and I once spent a decade unable to leave my bed. Long story,” Victor just said.

Edited by EchoingSilence on Sep 23rd 2020 at 4:12:20 AM

The Slumbering Weald (pre-Motostoke)

Arceus: <J-Team... I have arri—>

(Noticing everyone's reactions, but particularly Hoops', Arceus suddenly pauses.)

Arceus: <Why are you groveling?! Don't grovel! And don't apologize and call me "Lord" either; I'm a genderless Pokemon.>

(They suddenly notice Evelyn- and Gail- and turn towards them.)

Arceus: <Oh, stop looking terrified! What, do you think I'm going to kill you or something?! That'd be absurd!>

Kim: (to herself, her shock fading) Hm. Something about this seems rather familiar... (then, smirking) This should be fun.

Slumbering Weald

Hoops stands up. "Oh. Sorry lord. I mean, not lord. Because you don't want to be called that. I'm talking to Arceus and I'm being annoying. Oh Arceus I'm going to get smited. Oh, um, sorry, I shouldn't take your name in vain lord. I mean not lord. You know what I mean. Although, maybe it's rude to assume you know. But then again you're all powerful, so maybe it's rude to even think you might not know. Is it even being rude when it's you, or is it a more serious crime. Maybe I shouldn't be addressing you at all - "

<Shut up!> Kec says. His trainer takes a deept breath.

"Thanks, Kec. I was really panicking there."

They look at Kec, who is shaking like a leaf.

<You shouldn't be talking at all! This is the creator of the universe, they didn't come here to listen to us. But maybe they did, and to deny them what they want would be a crime in their eyes. But assuming that we could ever know what they think is incredibly egotistical.>

This conversation continues in hushed tones for like two minutes.

Edited by theoncominghoop on Sep 24th 2020 at 6:21:20 PM

The station turned silently through the void, it had been a rough few years but the biggest part had been finally fixed, the Station had undergone constant upgrades and grown into what was the largest Earth made object put into space, Man and Mon had worked hard and judging by the silent rotation of the ring at a comfortable 29 m/s2 for a size of 270 meters in diameter, it had worked.

The answer to the ring issue had been a measure of bearing, weight, and size, the smaller ring exerted too much force and ground to a halt frequently. But recent advances in magnetic rails as well as increasing the size of the habitation ring had sorted out the problems, the rest of the station's main body had been expanded in size to accommodate. This was not without issues, Asimov had been forced to delay a few projects in response to this advancement and was now facing some funding issues.

Still, that wasn't the concern for the day, ships and shuttles came into port and boarded the station, a familiar pod like frigate clung to the side of the station, this was the Oblivion Wing. Its Captain and inhabitants having already boarded for the celebration aboard, custom lodging having been provided for all guests.

Ezekiel Thriers stood, dressed his best, in the room, soft white decorations everywhere as well as pictures, people had crowded around as well. He sighed as he looked to the select staff from Geosoc, a sacrifice that would make somebody unhappy but his best bet to grab some investors back.

Thankfully this crew had already been involved in the previous Mars mission and knew how to leave out certain details. He sighed and walked off.

Arthur stepped through the area, and looked out the polarized windows, staring off at the shrunken blue gem glittering among the see of black. Earth, his home.

"Victor... this is... quite shocking..." Arthur admitted, feeling a little ill.

"I once tried to put a castle on the moon, so I'm used to this," Victor admitted, "Tried in that I only got as far as teleporting the base up there before it was teleported back with a strongly worded letter from the current inhabitants."

Arthur stared at his vampiric compatriot, not knowing if this was a lie.

Still, the guests slowly started to pour in, the extend Paige and Grant families, they said their pleasantries and split off into groups.

And then, there was the center of the celebration, stepping out, wearing a tailored naval suit, his stubble trimmed, his hair cleaned and slicked back. Silas, the groom, was here.

And his face betrayed no emotion, befitting for him, his eyes however, belied a excitement and panic hidden behind everything.

Who would be the first to congratulate him on his day?

slumbering weald

Eva: Aww, of course they notice everyone but me.

Merah: <I'm pretty sure that's a good thing?>

Danny: <You have a point there.>

Weald

Gail and Pandora take a deep breath. "I... don't know how to deal with this. I'm just some Kalosian nobody. Why would Arceus...?" She trailed off, gesturing to Him.

Pandora was at a similar loss for words. <Look up here, man. I'm in danger.>

Space Wedding

A shadowy portal appeared on the wall, a muffled voice coming from it.

"Let's go, in and out, five hour wedding."

Shortly after three people stumbled through it, the shift in gravity causing them to lose their footing for a brief moment.

Colton had of course traded out his casual jacket for a more formal gray button-up while Kamui also wore semi-formal attire of a similar caliber and color, idle hand kept busy by her performing a number of card tricks with a calling card, flipping between a number of symbols too fast and/or elaborate to discern.

The odd one out was Gail, whose definition of formality was "black button-down and skirt over leggings". Her awe at the steel environment was only matched by the sight of the earth from the craft, a complete loss for words.

"Mazel tov," Colton and Kamui said in practiced unison upon catching sight of Silas.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 24th 2020 at 12:10:25 PM

Slumbering Weald, In Arceus' Presence

-Evelyn shudders slightly, still not able to move.-

Evelyn: -fearfully- W-Well... Yes...

Ersatz, Sometime After The Game Show

-Justice and Jigsaw walk out-

Justice: Well that was odd. But we got our stuff! I kept hearing voices though...

Jigsaw: <That was me!>

-Justice jumps and stares at them-

New Circhester 1

Merlin: We'll have to see~

-Aaaaaaand as soon as Pent blinks he's gone-

Fou: <Where did he GO?!>

SPACE WEDDING

-Olivia, in a pure white suit, is patrolling the area-

-Julius, in a black and red suit, is staring out the window at SPACE-

Ancient Villa

-David is now next to Sylvestra, who is stuffing pizza into her mouth as her face swells up-

David: Dear you need to stop...

Sylvestra: But it's so GOOD

Metropolis Of Vanity

Odetta: -now staggering- You dare defy me?!

-Chains a Quiver Dance into a sweeping Moonblast beam; it's powerdful but she's looking weak-

Edited by Umbramatic on Sep 24th 2020 at 10:07:44 AM

ersatz, after the gameshow

Violet: Yeah, I think it has something to do with being turned into a pokemon.

Copper: <GUYS LOOK OUT!>

Gloaming Glade, past

Channah: -enters after Tagg-

Jack: <Yippee!>

Galar Route 7, past

Channah: Welp.

Persephone Station, Auditorium Hall

Alice: Ah, there's the man of the hour. Forgive me for being cliche, but I believe congratulations are in order.

-From the direction of the airlocks comes Alice, dressed in one of her custom-tailored sharp black suits and extending a hand to Silas. Accompanying her is a white-haired young woman wearing a pale blue strapless dress with a faint shimmer to it that wouldn't look terribly out-of-place on Star Trek.-

Alice: I have to say, I'm impressed that you've been able to host such an ambitious event in a location such as this, complete with all the traditional trappings and presentation. Give my compliments to all those involved in making this happen. The journey here was surprisingly smooth as well.

Lissa: Speak for yourself. My stomach's still doing backflips. I might even have to put off finding the bar for another five minutes...

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 24th 2020 at 10:05:12 AM

Slumbering Weald

Sir Nigel: Please. He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty goat.

Reeves: <Only the true Arceus denies worshiping his divinity.>

Mumtaz: <How do we "not look terrified," my liege!>

Spess Port

Jon arrives at the rendezvous point in the shuttle. He was quite nervous. Not only did he somehow agreed to something he knew he shouldn't, he was also going to space. Now, there was always a very loud part of him that says "if Priscilla wants you back, say yes immediately because you really want to."

The rational part of him says not to listen. But he did. And now, the secondhand regret, the realization that he's setting himself up for disappointment, and the fact that he's never been to space before are heaving on him.

He spots an elegant figure nearby, wearing a retro-chic black floor-length dress. Her dark hair was impeccably styled in an up-do, and she was wearing glittery diamond jewelry that was understated, yet elegant. She didn't need to try too hard to look this good, he mused. That said, Priscilla rarely dresses up, so this is still quite a sight to those who know her.

Priscilla had been on the phone. Her staff had earlier gone ahead to the space station and spent the night there, preparing the sumptuous feast that awaited the guests. Her personal Master Chef was on the other line, giddy at the space age technology. Everything was apparently going without a hitch—which worries her. These things don't usually happen.

She turns around and sees a tall, tan ginger fellow in a dark gray-and-white two piece suit with a blue tie.

Priscilla: You look like you stepped out of a boyband.

Jonathan: I guess you had breakfast at Tiffany's.

Priscilla: Someone got the reference.

Jonathan: You look fantastic.

Priscilla: Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. Shall we take to the stars, Monsieur Halliburton?

Jonathan: Why, yes, Ms. Kwan. I'd love to take you to the cosmos.

And they hop aboard. In their phones, their porys are congratulating one another.

Macraul Villa

Quintus approaches his grandmother, who he sees continuing to eat the poisoned pie. He once again speaks to them in [Gallic].

Quintus: Worry not, grandfather, I've sent my finest men after the two sorceresses. Decimus is pursuing them on Rapidashback. They will be placed on the pyroar's maws soon.

He spots the destruction of the wing of the villa.

Quintus: By the horns of Xerneas, that was the newly renovated wing of the villa. What's this?

He spots Gale's bag and its contents.

Quintus: They've left their magic satchel.

He sniffs one of them. The scent of the distinctive piquant spice is recognizable. He presents it to his grandparents.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 24th 2020 at 4:41:25 PM

Space, The Wedding Frontier

-If one were to board the Oblivion Wing two things might be a bit weird: Firstly that there's anyone at all still in here because the party is going on at the station itself and secondly despite not being directly invited it appears Gale Knight is here prepping food and humming loudly to herself-

-She's taking every distraction she can to avoid being on the main station-

Likely the Silphinium Fields, Past

-It's about halfway to the time machine that Gale notices something-

...

-And bursts out in a stream of profanity that does not rightly exist in this era-

I forgot my backpack on the chair!

-She shivers and glances back-

The items in that bag could change the course of human history massively, alternately they could throw it all out which also sucks because it's my stuff... We have to go back. I know we're already massively meddling in events beyond our ken but I do not want to return to the present and find out the [Roman] Empire fell centuries early because some Obscuric warlord used hecking lasers to destroy the capital.

Dancefloor of Vanity

-Eris takes the hit hard, staggering back as Anthem narrowly avoids outright screeching in pain. Rakash handles it better, maintaining his concentration on Orpheus as he works on healing-

-For a moment, he muses that being the dedicated healer is a thankless job-

Edited by Pentigan on Sep 24th 2020 at 8:09:25 PM

Habitat Ring-Auditorium Hall

Des strolled in (hopefully with Kaiiseii on his arm) looking rather reasonable. Rather than something gaudy and too "Western" he is instead wearing a rather basic tux with a matching black stetson. A silver, start shaped badge adorned the front of his hat and his boots were glossy black with golden heel spurs. He noticed Silas and strolled over.

"Well hello there spaceman. In space can anyone hear you say 'I do'? I'm happy for you, Captain. This is certainly wedding of the century stuff you got going here."

Metropolis of Vanity

-Mokele-Mbembe takes the Moonblast before firing off a Freeze-Dry-

Galar Route 7, yesterday

-To Channah-

Route 8's basically a path through the ruins of old fortifications, kinda like the Unovan and Kalosian Victory Roads.

-Some Perrserker can be seen milling about, though luckily far enough away to not bother attacking-

Habitat Ring

-Kaiiseii's clutching Des's arm like a southern belle, wearing a strapless green dress and dark brown leggings and heels.-

Kaiiseii: "It's a well-known fact that foxes have the most luxurious, extra weddings. Can't let ourselves be outdone, ya know."

-Imagine, if you will, we live in a world where Shaun doesn't wear a gray tux with a tailcoat to everysingle wedding.-

-It sucks, right?-

-Shaun actually is wearing a different formal outfit for once. It's still a gray tux, but it's embroidered with gold like his tactician's coat, and the bow tie is purple.-

-Jessica also decided simpe was better. She's wearing a deep red dress, one of the nice ones where there's a slit on the leg.-

Shaun: "Suppose we should congratulate Fido?"

Jessica: "Once he's not being mobbed, sure. But where's the bride?"

-Jessica's plus-one, one Brand that Is, immediately grabs an alchoholic beverage and wanders over to a viewport. That's what space windows are called, right?-

Isbrand: "Traveling through Time and Space...versus conquering space. Hmm. I could take the Rout up here..."

-Issy's wearing a plain black tux, one leg ripped off below the knee to show off her prosthetic. She's still wearing her arm computer, but decided to forgo Einbite. Even though every goos wedding needs a sword.-

-Speaking of plus-ones, Shaun probably asked if Mason wanted to go to space.-

-Also on the subject of plus-ones, Elizabeth is standing next to Julius in a purple suit.-

Elizabeth: "So this is what Lyra must have felt like. Well...I suppose she was usually getting shot at, but..."

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Sep 25th 2020 at 12:41:21 PM

Silas turned to Des, Colton, and Alice, he shook Alice's hand and a small smile appeared on his face, "Thanks, to all of you. Big day today, enjoying the sights of the Persephone?" he asked.

Looking out, he took a deep breath in, "Glad they finally got the rotation working. Welcome to the Persephone, a big step towards tomorrow."

Bishop floated down next to Lissa, "Apologies for the ride, the Captain sometimes likes to enjoy the lack of gravity on the transit over."

Arthur stepped over to Shaun and Jessica, "Oh hello. As for the lovely bride, the two discussed how "the universe has a sense of humor" and decided it would be best if they kept themselves apart until the ceremony began," he explained.

He pointed to a side room, listed as "Backstage - Changing Rooms", "She's in there, getting ready if you wanna go say hi. Silas can't, bad luck to see the bride and all."

Victor drifted over to Isbrand, "Quite the sight isn't it? The all consuming void, the black abyss," he stated with a grin.

Persephone Station, Habitat Ring Auditorium Hall

-Alice smiles back at Silas.-

Alice: It would be hard not to feel some measure of awe when stood so far above that pale blue dot. That said, even without the view, the occasion would be momentous. As you said, it is a big step towards tomorrow - and tomorrow you will wake up a married man. Barring a sudden attack from the Kree Empire or something, of course, but considering your guest list I'm sure we could work around that.

-Her smile broadens, seemingly in good spirits. Meanwhile, Lissa shrugs at Bishop.-

Lissa: Eh, I'll be fine. I'm just here for the free bar and the chance to sleep with a bridesmaid in zero-g. Or a groomsman, I'm not picky. I can deal with a little turbulen-

-She notices Isbrand near by, goes bright red, and decides to distract herself by pivoting to Colton with an awkward wave.-

Lissa: ...Oh, h-hey. Long time no see, Colton.

Silas smirked a bit as well, "Enh, kree wouldn't be so bad, especially if we-" he paused, cleared his throat and then took on a gravely voice, "Turned this into a fully operational battle station, one might find our turn to the dark side... unnatural."

It wasn't a bad impression, but Bishop just gave Silas a look, who shrugged and said in his normal voice, "Fine. You want something a bit better?"

"Captain, you have been improving but you still aren't-"

He was interrupted by Silas going for a deep voice that seemed to rumble the area, "I find your lack of faith disturbing."

Bishop blinked, "Okay that's better."

Space Wedding

"Lissa," Colton acknowledged simply. "Been a while, hasn't it? I think it was last Christmas we spoke. Don't mind her," he said as he gestured to Gail with a thumb over his shoulder. "I literally couldn't think of anyone else to bring who wasn't already invited."

Meanwhile Kamui was simply standing beside her trainer's plus-one. "It's a sight, isn't it? The pinprick of blue, green and white amid infinite black. The tiny rock we've been confined to since the dawn of civilization, no longer binding us."

"Actually I'm just looking for home from here."

Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 25th 2020 at 8:58:01 AM

Persephone Station, Habitat Ring Auditorium

-Alice chuckles at Silas.-

Alice: You really have taken those mimicry lessons to heart, haven't you? You could forgo the modulator entirely if you so desired. Not that I'm recommending doing so, but it is remarkable how much you've changed since I first met you. In fact, growth might be a better word than change. Regardless, I consider myself privileged to have been your friend throughout the process.

-Meanwhile, Lissa shrugs back at Colton.-

Lissa: Don't worry, I'm in pretty much the same boat, here as my boss's plus-one.

Alice: Indeed. I know it may seem somewhat gauche bringing my assistant to such a function, but I assure you that Lissa is present in her capacity as a personal friend.

Lissa: Gee, you have such a way with words, boss. Anyway... yeah, it would've been Christmas, wouldn't it? How've you been? Had any dramatic, world-shaking revelations while I've been away?

Space Wedding Lobby

"If there have been, I haven't been paying attention. Well, actually, there has been one thing that's been driving me mad for months now.

"Everyone's been acting like D/G-Maxing has been a fact of life since we patched the sky. Something I distinctly remember not being true at all. Someone on my team recognized the Legendary responsible on sight, even though I've never even seen it in documentaries."

"What?" Kamui interjected. "Just gonna disregard our cover band?"

The glare he shot her said everything.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 26th 2020 at 9:24:39 AM

Persephone Station

Shaun: "Guess 'sense of humor' is one way to put it."

-Jessica stands on her tiptoes and pecks Shaun on the cheek.-

Jessica: "I'm gonna go say hi to Roxy!"

-Shaun nods as Jessica walks to the backstage entrance. He idly wraps some obscuric chains - no thicker than those of a necklace - around his fingers.-

Shaun: "Proud of him, Arthur?"

-Isbrand glances at the fellow vampire beside her.-

Isbrand: "Only consuming void I trouble myself with is the bottom of the bottle."

-She frowns.-

Isbrand: "I do wonder if anything's still...alive out there. Besides Deoxys and Minior. Hyul colonized Mars, of course, but the princess is the only living member of their race."

The Persephone

Pris and Jon arrive. She seems to be helping her partner gussy up. He was not used to these rides.

Jonathan: Is my hair okay? Wait, don't touch it.

Priscilla: Oh, come on Johnny. You dress up all fancy for one day and you suddenly you've become Henry. Seriously, you look cute and all but this whole nancy boy routine is reminding me of very unpleasant things.

Jonathan: I've met your brother, Pris. Way too many times. Don't insult me.

Priscilla: I'm going to insult your ginger ass and nobody on Earth or off it can stop me.

Two porys appear, on each other's arms wearing matching pixelated ties.

Walter: Seriously, why did you two break up again?

Murphy: I'm not at the liberty to tell either of you.

Walter: Honey, what happened to trust in relationships?

Murphy: And I trust that you will trust my judgment for now, dear.

Walter: Acceptable.

The group spot Silas, Des, Alice, and their companions. Jon seems a bit taken aback.

Priscilla: Oh, hey, it's the man of the hour himself. Hey, Silas. I trust the preparations have gone well. I hope the caterers have adapted to your process. And Desmond. It's been awhile.

Jonathan: Ndio!

Priscilla: And Alice. A pleasure seeing you again. You all must introduce me to your companions. This one is my longtime friend, Jonathan Maurice Halliburton, Geographic Society investigative journalist and Mac Gyver wannabe.

Jon looked at Alice. She looked very familiar, like he's met her before. But more importantly, he was looking at her with ''that lens''. With sparkles and everything. Plus a guy singing Suddenly in the background.

Persephone Kitchens

Master Chef, the armored Kwan Family Personal Chef, oversees the space kitchen. Truly this was cooking evolved. Everything must be perfect.

Master Chef: What's this? You might as well have thrown this to earth from orbit; it’s so burnt!

Assistant Chef: Yes Chef!

[Cyrenaica]

Theodora: We won't lose them for very long. I'll go ahead and take the bushes and— were you saying something about returning to the villa?

She pauses as she had just uprooted exactly one (1) Silphium plant.

Ewan: ~She's got a point, ma'am.~

Theodora: What could a spice rack possibly do to change the course of history? Unless you left something in there, that is.

Ewan: ~She certainly did. I'll let her tell you what it is.~

Theodora: Looks like we're going to have to meet the equites on their grounds, are we?

Ewan: ~Uh, ma'am.~

They were surrounded by spear-bearers, slingers, and archers wearing masks. They were less heavily armored than the legionaries of the [Romans]. Their armor and shields were a motley of different styles, with some of them reflecting native [North African], [Carthaginian], [Nubian], [Celtic], [Jewish] and [Greek] forms. Indeed, they seem to be rather diverse as a group. The outfits, as mismatched as they looked, all had the same rough color scheme... and a similar symbol. The letter Omega.

One of them, a [Central Asian] or [Persian]-looking fellow, approached.

Gruff [Scythian] Man: [Romans]. What are you doing in the sacred fields of the Omegas? Haven't you taken enough from the people?

Edited by MasterJayAM on Nov 17th 2020 at 12:22:53 AM

Persephone Station, Habitation Ring Auditorium

-Alice turns in response to Priscilla and Jon's greeting, but if she notices how Jon is looking at her, she gives no sign of it. Her attention seems to be focused entirely on Priscilla, and... oh. Oh dear. It seems we have ourselves a triangle situation.-

Alice: ...Oh, h-hello, Miss Kwan. You're looking... fine. Yes. Fine is a word, isn't it?

-She seems to suddenly realise that this isn't a real question, and gestures hastily to Lissa.-

Alice: A-anyway, this is my, um, assistant, Lissa. Not that it's a formal position, really. More that she simply assists me in various matters. Which is not to imply that there is a lack of formal organisation in our, uh... organisation! It's more that... um, more that...

-She trails off, and Lissa grins.-

Lissa: ...Wow. Never thought I'd see you like this, dude. Though I gotta say, I totally get it.

-She turns back to respond to Colton.-

Lissa: Yeah, that is kinda weird. Honestly, I dunno if I can really speculate about Pokemon stuff - after all, I've only got the one Pokemon, and she's a terrible little brat. Plus Galar is super insular, so I wouldn't be surprised if it's just some local phenomenon that word never got out about until recently. Then again... that energy company, Macro Cosmos, was involved in all sorts of shady shit. Alice is still investigating them. Maybe they had something to do with it? Or maybe the skybreak just fucked up our timeline and now none of us remember that Castelia used to be the capital of Kanto, or something similar.

-She shrugs again.-

Lissa: I dunno, man. This sorta stuff goes way over my head. I try not to think about it too much. Another reason why I'm a follower and not a leader, I guess.

Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 25th 2020 at 7:59:30 PM