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The guards would see an important-looking uniformed... helioptile, in what was to them unmistakably a high-ranking uniform of importance, complete with unmistakable regalia of a high-ranking inspector. It screamed "VIP". The tiny lizard held his forelegs behind him and his head up high, while standing atop a Zebstrika with a pillow on their back.
Next to him appears to be his bodyguard, a machoke, also wearing high-ranking clothes. Perched on his shoulder is a pidgeotto.
Machoke Inspector: <My friends, we are here for inspection. This is Abarata, Chief Federation Inspector, Count of Basiliscia and 200th in line to the throne of the Heliopotalian Star Empire. Ach. This place is filthy! This is definitely not reflecting well on your inspection. And we were promised trumpets to announce the count's arrival.>
He moves toward helioptile and bows.
Machoke Inspector: I'm so sorry, Your Grace. Shock me until you are happy.
The smug little lizard replies in earnest. A tiny if still kinda bothersome shock came from his forelimbs. A sadistic look on his face forms.
Machoke Inspector: Thank you.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 13th 2021 at 6:00:33 PM
-Ian and Piku-chan land with their feet apart and one hand (or paw) touching the ground. Stardust rains down on them as he de-henshins back into Ian the Pikipek, separating the Fusion Suit into his Bird style and his Magical Boy outfit.-
Ian the Pikipek: Looks like that's the end of that.
Piku-chan: <Think we should head back to the Tangle?>
Ian the Pikipek: Of course. But first, we should go to the Pokémon Center and rest up.
-Ian the Pikipek and Piku-chan head to the Pokémon Center, but hide behind it for a moment, just to say the other secret codeword.-
Ian the Pikipek: BIRD OUT!
-A rainbow flash of light illuminates the bathroom and Ian the Pikipek transforms back into Ian. Ian then enters the Pokémon Center.-
Nurse Joy: Welcome to the Pokémon Center. How may I help you?
Me: Please heal my Pokémon.
Nurse Joy: I can tell there was quite a battle outside.
Me: Indeed it was.
Nurse Joy: Well, then. Let me take care of your Pokémon.
-Ian calls Piku-chan back to his ball and hands his Pokémon to Nurse Joy.-
-beep beep bee-boop ding!-
Nurse Joy: Your Pokémon are all rested up!
Me: Thanks, Nurse Joy.
-Piku-chan is called back out of his Poké Ball and jumps back onto Ian's shoulder.-
Nurse Joy: You are most welcome. I hope you continue using our services... and give my regards to the next Nurse Joy you meet.
Me: I will.
-I tilt my head and smile at Nurse Joy.-
-Nurse Joy tilts her head and smiles back.-
-Ian steps out of the Pokémon Center and heads back to the Tangle.-
Evelyn: Are you okay, Hoops?
Me: Hey, everyone. I'm back. What did I miss?
Me: -to Rakash- Sayonara. -to Kim- And I'm 100% confident that he doesn't want us to know that.
-As the dust and debris and Max Raid spoils fall and settle, Mason and Corrin just take the moment to cool down.-
-In particular, Corrin just sorta flops onto her back in exhaustion, a glow enveloping her.-
-And she evolves into Kommo-o with absolutely no energy for the typical pomp and circumstance that such an evolution would often times warrant.-
Corrin: <I'm done. I'm spent. Good night.>
-Scarlette strides out of the Gym, a brand new badge set neatly in its case. Yed, who is a Boltund at this point because I said so, trails behind, still wielding a Justice Stick with pride.-
Scarlette: Sure feel bad for whoever missed that match, huh? That was pretty intense.
Yed: <And next up is Spikemuth Gym! No Dynamax spot there, so we won't have to worry about toppling a giant next time.>
Scarlette: Finally, someone who'll get me.
-She pockets the badge case, just as she spots Reaver trudging up to her.-
Scarlette: Oh, hey, fire boy. Still playing catchup?
-Reaver scowls, clenching his fists... and then sighs and relaxes them, not meeting Scarlette's gaze.-
Reaver: ...I need your help.
Scarlette: Come again?
Reaver: I said I need your help, dammit. Please.
-Scarlette tilts her head quizzically, a smirk crossing her face.-
Scarlette: Gotta admit, "dammit, please" is a hell of a way to ask for help.
Reaver: Look, I wouldn't even dream of asking you normally, but this is... rrgh. Just— please listen to me, without the witty remarks and snark?
-Scarlette's amused expression fades.-
Scarlette: ...All right, then, what's going on? What do you need me for?
Reaver: ...Igneous got taken away by some weird cyborg bug. It... it was strong, and I was nowhere near prepared to deal with it.
Scarlette: ...Okay, then. Tell me more about this thing. I'll see what I can do to help.
-Reaver exhales, thinking back to the encounter.-
Reaver: Big bug, covered in rusty metal, standing on two legs. Probably about— (holds hand at chest level) —this tall, not counting the big cannon on its back.
-Upon mention of a cannon, Scarlette swears under her breath.-
Scarlette: It's a Genesect. Of course.
-Reaver gives Scarlette an odd look.-
Scarlette: Genesect. Old project of Team Plasma, resurrecting an ancient Legendary, sticking metal bits on it and slapping a big blaster on the back for extra murder points. Just one of a dozen different attempts at making the ultimate living weapon, before N tried and failed to shut the project down. The plans leaked, like they always do.
Reaver: ...Either you're shitting me or you know way too much about this thing that just happened to attack me.
Scarlette: I studied Legendary and Mythical Pokemon for a while. Luckily for you, you picked the right girl to hatch a plan with.
Reaver: ...I sure hope so.
(As soon as Ian enters, Elton immediately hops over to him.)
Elton: <IAN! Oh, thank goodness you're 'ere- I 'ave so much to tell you! 'Oops transformed again, we played a really fun game, bullies from 'Atty's past came over, and—>
(And then Strummer and Grohl enter the fray.)
Grohl: <And we evolved~!>
Strummer: <Sin you 'adta miss it, mate!>
Me: Yeah... hahaha... What a shame. Anyways, shall we get going?
-After the group project, Evelyn flips to a page in her spellbook and begins to chant a spell in the hopes of reversing whatever shenanigans befell Kim's Pokémon.-
Evelyn: Arcane Power, hear my cry!
！いさだくてし戻に体な当正のら彼をンモケポのられこ note Isadakute shi modo ni karadana tō sei nora kare o nmokepo no ra reko! ("Return these Pokémon to their rightful bodies!" in Japanese, pronounced backwards.)
-When something hits her.-
Evelyn: Wait one moment... Why didn't Kaylan get switched with someone?
The Infernape led Gale into a large kitchen area, numerous wait staff rushing about, with the head chef being a Space Magnezone, wearing a chef's hat of course. Because the laws of the universe dictated that, that, should be a thing.
The Pen manifested its avatar next to Gale and whistled, Big Party for the Princess... Now obviously she's gonna be safe with the Slayer defending her. Anything crazy enough to take the green giant wielding a blazing energy sword with unseen pokemon is gonna be dealt with in short order.
It smirked and sat on a counter, knocking some pans aside to the confusion of a Space-Kecleon who, unable to see the Avatar pondered why the pans had moved so suddenly.
But you and I know narrative structures... how would you go about killing a princess if you could never get close to her directly?
The Gallades looked at each other, then to the sight before them. Bishop worked quickly and within the nanosecond had the records matching what had been said, he had even found a set of planets labelled "Nobles and Feudals" and worked with that.
<Oh, must be from some noble set, here to check our records for resource donations,> Guard Uno commented.
Dos laughed, <Oh right! Those wacky guys, well welcome Sir. I understand you're here on official federation business.>
A giant galaxy spanning organization at best would have some troubles keeping track of everyone under it, this was useful for Bishop as he needed to be subtle. The report team would be able to make it quite far without his help.
The doors opened, <Welcome sirs,> Dos continued, <Hope your investigation covers everything you need to find.>
-Gale took note that her companion exerted physical force even when imperceptible to others and started looking for something to do-
Sniper in an adjacent building. Given we're in space if an assassin isn't afraid of getting messy they could cause a hull breach... But I suppose given where we are and what I'm responsible for, you want me to say 'poisoning her food'.
-Of course, Gale was being perceptive as always; was anyone here that didn't look like they should be here (apart from herself of course)? Was there any specific indication of which meals were intended for the princess herself? And most importantly was there any way Gale could test for a poisoned meal without succumbing herself...-
Hoops: Yeah, Kim, I'm fine. Oh, hi Ian, yeah I reckon we should get going, Ballonlea is only a short distance from here.
They check their watch.
Hoops: You know, it's starting to get late. I don't know if we'll have time to do our gym battles before they close up for the day.
Oliver: I guess Empoleon wings also have blade like things on their edges. That would make them optimized for cutting things.
Ivy: Yeah, from what I've heard Empoleon can cleave through big chunks of ice pretty easily, so rocks wouldn't be too far fetched.
-and with the galar particles dying down, Wynn shrinks back down to her usual size-
Wynn: <Did we do it?> -she looks around-
Agnes: I think we're safe now!
-the street is a mess of rocks though-
Agnes: -sweatdrop- Uh... Do we have to clean this up?
The two looked at each other, one human, one possessed mural. The stone floated a bit above the ground, but eventually the human broke the silence, nervously fixing her jacket.
"E-tto... nanbyaku nen kan sore ni wa nemashita ne?" note So... you were asleep in there for centuries, weren't you?
<''Sore to oiu shitara, fusekanai. Onore no shi no ato, nemasenakereba ikemasen ga, nani mo mamorenakereba ikemasen."> note If you say that you wouldn't be wrong. After my death, while I didn't need sleep, I didn't need to protect anything.
"Kore ni sundeiru no ga ii?"note Is it fine if you remain in here? She asked as she held up the Rustic Ball.
"Sore ga shitsumon nari meirei ka?" note Is that a question or a command?
"Mazu, hairanattara, sore de ningen ni onari kure? Minna ga mada chotto kowai to omoimasu kara." note Well, if you won't go in could you turn human with this? Everyone still thinks you're a little scary.
"Hai, hai..." With that said a bright flash came from the doorway, alerting the Unovan and his party who then stepped in, noticing that Katsuragi had somehow re-acquired his old armor thanks to the transformative choker.
"So, Katsuragi-sama, I trusted you’ve become well-acquainted with your new trainer."
"Indeed I have," he nodded. "Dare I say that while I am looking forward to serving you well, I have my trepidations about the 'League-sanctioned battles'. Not so much fighting them, as I am no stranger to fighting on a master's behalf, but more so what new powers I may have in my new form."
"You seemed to handle yourself quite well back at the museum," Kamui comforted.
"I won't deny that, but, again, that lantern held influence over me, as well."
"I wouldn't worry about it yet; we can train later. For now, I'll just show you how the world has changed since your era."
"I'd appreciate that."
"Though, maybe you might want to change out of that armor? It's a bit... conspicuous."
He nodded in consideration, being handed a kimono with the same color palette as his armor.
Kamui, meanwhile, had drawn her phone and started texting something.
When's your next stream? I've got a bit of an idea.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Apr 11th 2021 at 7:17:56 AM
-and just as abruptly crashes back into herself, an internal record scratch somewhere deep in her skull-
Megan: Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation.
-manifesting externally as—nothing, as-
Megan: -pulling up a PowerPoint on the projector screen of her psyche- It all started when I was eight—eight and three months, I took my allotted thirty minutes of screentime, turned to the battle network, saw Cynthia for the first time, grinning like the queen of the world—
- —as Megan just. keeps kissing. wow, she's really going for it, huh?-
Megan: Wow girls are pretty. People are cute. Daydre specifically—oh, this is what I'm doing, huh? Gosh.
-pulls out the metaphorical popcorn to watch the mental fireworks-
-a Tropius touches down with a rubble-scattering whump-
Logan: -already clambering off, scampering in the party's direction- Is everyone alright?!
-they do a quick one-two glance over everyone for injuries; satisfied by what they see, they move to the next step in some abstruse mental flowchart-
Logan: -relieved sigh- Everyone, thank you for responding on such short notice. J-Teamers, ...assorted...superheroes oh there he goes, ...possibly some helpful bystanders, to whom I'm sorry for the trouble—
Addie: -Bestow-ing a stack of cards to the group, mutter- <contact information, ahem>
Logan: —couldn't have done it without you.
-they wince at the damage to the power grid and the street and...whatever that giant laser did end up hitting, and-
Logan: ...well, it's not your problem. You're done here. And my least favorite part of the job starts.
Logan: -...seeing no severe injury, allowing themself a moment of procrastination, before the professionalism sets in- ...uh, as one of the challengers' sponsors, I can probably arrange a gift basket or something for the trouble. Send the number on the card your—
-Dr. Ironspine, forgotten in the chaos, looms from the Sandstorm with a menacing whirr-
-the good doctor is booted unceremoniously and firmly into one of the larger rubble piles, arcing out of sight with a resounding boom-
Cinderace!Curry: <Goooal!> =:D
-there's a muffled shriek of rage—Hiro (that guy with the Pokéball color scheme who was here for like two seconds earlier) jogs into frame, over to where the party's variously sitting, standing, collapsed-
Hiro: -dusting himself off, determinedly casual, matter-of-fact (to Agnes)- Fortunately, Galar's "Dynamax insurance" tends to be robust. I'm sure they've got so many quick-dry cement patents for the same reason; don't quote me on that. You'll be fine.
Logan: -eyeing the normal-size fight, groaning- Mesprit's soggy malpractice. Done with—whatever it was?
-that gives Logan pause-
Logan: -doing the same once-over for injury on Hiro- Did you find what you were looking for?
Hiro: -plainly doing the same- I'm working on it. Eyes up front.
-Logan curses—in lieu of a battle command they're thoroughly unqualified to give, they Capture Curry; Hiro satisfies himself that they've got it well enough in hand, tosses Curry's Pokéball at the back of their head (into their waiting hand), and moves on-
Hiro: -over Mason, raising an eyebrow- Need a hand back to the Center?
-he extends a hand-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Apr 9th 2021 at 10:41:09 AM
-Mason's mind is still winding down from an extraordinarily frazzling and slightly disconcerting battle, so he just sorta absentmindedly takes Hiro's hand as it's extended.-
Mason: Uhh sure. Wait why I already know the way back I'm pretty sure
Hiro: Reasons. Humor me.
-and without waiting, he—well, glances in poor Corrin's direction, muttering congratulations-
-and goes walking in the direction of the quieter of the city's two Centers-
Hiro: -glance- You do look a bit worn-out. Concerning?
-Mason stumbles along with Hiro.-
Mason: Hey wait Corrin is... ehh I guess she'll find a way back later.
-He glances back, only half parsing Hiro's comment.-
Mason: Er, yeah, of course I'm worn out, I just—
-A few nonresponsive processes in his head stop lagging so much, metaphorically, and he sort of conspicuously cuts himself off.-
Mason: ...Uhh I was, er, panicking. And freaking out. About, y'know, the massive armored crime-against-biology we just fought. It was stressful.
-they walk a bit further from the group, rounding a corner-
Hiro: Stressful, yeah. -laughs- I honestly can't imagine fighting something that big as anything but. This Gym Challenge's been an experience.
-now that bits of his brain are up and running again, Mason might notice that Hiro is, moodwise, a solid stone wall-
Hiro: -at length- That was a neat trick you pulled, too.
-watching closely- Where'd you learn it?
Edited by Asterisk395 on Apr 9th 2021 at 11:14:45 AM
(No, not that dumb.)
(I am so not equipped to deal with this guy if he's a Templar or something)
Mason: I dabble sometimes.
Daydre doesn't seem to have caught on to the fact that she still needs to breathe, because she hasn't made any attempt to break off either. It appears she's being sustained on "cute girl kissing me??" energy.
Lips are nice huh
Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something
Daydre's various mons disengage from whatever they're doing and start heading back to Daydre.
Daydre herself takes a card and places it in her pocket.
Then she turns, walks a short distance away, and lies down on the ground.
<They are indeed also good for ice! I have cleaved through many a floe with mine! But human hands get cold so easily...>
-Megan is not what you'd call an experienced kisser-
-but several years of lifeguarding has trained her very well for the sounds of someone struggling to breathe-
-swimmer lungs aside, she breaks it off-
-...and giggles helplessly, beet-red-
-she buries her face in Daydre's shoulder, on reflex-
-he laughs again, just a little-
(-brown eyes—nice, normal cold, nothing to worry about there-)
Hiro: -pinching the bridge of his nose- Dilettante. That explains everything—
—since there's one place you'd get formal study—
-has his voice changed? everything's gotten brighter-
Hiro: -opening his eyes- —and last I checked this course wasn't on the curriculum.
-white-hot Obscura streams in little flames from his irises-
Mason: ...Fuck me running.
-As established, Mason is not especially effective in direct combat. He's got illusions and shields and can't throw a punch to save his life.-
-Which is especially bad now, because as far as he knows, his life is moments away from needing saving.-
-However, if he can't run from a trainer battle, so be it. Out come the Poke Balls.-
-The Mega Evolution from the previous fight has faded, but Mako has at least had time to recuperate after being tailsmacked out of play. Namine, meanwhile, is... well, offscreen, she got Water Stoned, so she's a Starmie now. And she's somewhat of a mildly confused Starmie at the moment.-
Namine: <Er, who's this? And what's with the evil eye he's giving you?>
Mason: I was wondering the exact same thing. Who are you, exactly?
Hiro: -impassive- Don't recognize me? Does deep cover mean they leave you out of the loop?
-rather than reach for a Pokéball, he only folds his hands behind his back-
Hiro: Did they finally get tired of taking our things? To put on display in some vault somewhere?
-a Rapidash plummets from the blue toward Mako, Bounce's downstroke-
Hiro: -seething- Are they done taking—to experiment on in some lab? To torture?
-an Arcanine Teleports behind Namine, snapping at her with a Thunder Fang-
Hiro: -snarl- How much of you is made from my family, element? My people?!
-in his hand sparks a ball of—"Obscura" is almost a misnomer, it's so bright-
Hiro: ...this is one thing you can't take.
-leveling it at Mason, gaze fiery-
Hiro: Face the truth, purple eyes.
-and he flicks it at him, flaring up-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Apr 9th 2021 at 12:30:59 PM
Daydre takes a few seconds to regain the breath that she didn't realize she was missing. As her breathing steadies, she looks down at Megan, then at the ceiling, and then back to Megan.
.... Unsure what else to do, she starts Megan's head.
-Mako and Namine are hit hard by the respective sneak attacks aimed at them.-
-Luckily for Mason, Hiro's ball of solar soul-energy is significantly more telegraphed, and he pulls up a barrier in time to block it.-
Mason: ...Funny idea you have of truth.
-As Mason's darkness and Hiro's searing light collide, part of the barrier dissipates, but the rest simply scatters— into gray haze at first, then thick smoke, then coalescing into what seems to be some form of dust storm. Before long, all combatants are surrounded by blinding gusts of sand and nearly deafening howling wind.-
-Yet, Mason's voice rings out through it, despite the otherwise impaired senses.-
Mason: How many of us have you met, sunshine? Or am I the first? Do you know the truth, really, or have you just been fed stories?
-His voice is moving.-
Mason: And— more importantly— have you met any of us who fights like me and you?
Mason: Flashy fireworks aside, you're on the darker side of the spectrum, I can already see that. You're definitely no Psychic — your trick broke through my barrier. But it didn't carve through effortlessly like a true-blue Auric. So that leaves two options, and we're both smart enough to recognize that looks can be deceiving.
-Is that a splash of water? But nobody took a hit from it.-
Mason: Do you want to hear the story of the Phantom Class?
-Far too close.-
-the headpats elicit another round of giggles-
Megan: I have no idea what I'm doing haha
-...said that aloud, oops-
-Megan eventually can bring herself to meet Daydre's eyes-
Megan: -suddenly shy, eyes sparkling- Did you have fun?
Hiro: -wary- I've fought you before. I've beaten others, before.
-he and his Pokémon stand back to back to back, squinting out into the Sandstorm (Shadowstorm?)-
-a drop—only that, but it leaves them on edge-
-an exchanged glance, sidelong-
-Hiro's Pokémon let the strange, shadowy maelstrom eating away at their health fuel their fire-
Hiro: I'm hunting you now. All through Galar.
- —voice— -
-he flinches, lashing out with-
-...something a bit weaker than could be expected—not his own specialty, perhaps?-
Hiro: -huff, shielding his eyes- Enlighten me, then. When did the School turn Dark?
-he pulls out a handful of Spell Tags, holding them between his fingers-
Hiro: Once long ago, Tornadus came to the fields, bringing mischief and destruction...
Edited by Asterisk395 on Apr 10th 2021 at 9:59:53 AM
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