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I may need to get back to you on that one, depends on how long it takes me to conclude my business in certain places, so I won't say no.
-Reading Shaun's text-
Must be nice...
Daydre is sitting on a bench, thinking about things when it hits her.
"That's why that name is familiar-"
Daydre: "So what did you want to talk about?"
Daydre's Mom: "Oh, nothing serious. Just wanted to let you know about the relatives we might have in Galar."
Daydre's Mom: "Our branches haven't really kept in contact, but I know your grandmother mentioned them a couple times. Something about us splitting over some artifact. Also, they don't have the same family name as us? I have to assume it has to do with the immigration process. It's still somewhat similar to ours, though.. What did she say? It was like, Ye or Yeh or something..."
Daydre: "I'll keep an eye out I guess."
Ohhh.. Ballonlea, name, her looking like me. Yeah that matches up. Unless Yeh is a common name around here..
Daydre smiles, satisfied she remembered what was bothering her. That smile fades as soon as she realizes, oh yeah, this is going to involve her somehow isn't it.
Wait if this person is my distant relative why is she asking people to come kill her
I mean even if she weren't related to me I'd be concerned about her asking that but still??
Oh man I can't just leave this alone can I what if someone really comes to murder her
Rowan: <Hey Daydre, you okay?>
Daydre snaps out of her thoughts at Rowan's question.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine. Hey if we ever see that one girl again can you remind me to like, actually talk to her?"
Rowan: <Sure, I guess?... So you're worried too?>
Okay cool, stay safe.
For the sake of the full report, it talks in a weird combination of Monese, vocoded human speech, recordings of its surroundings, and pop culture soundbytes. The cannon overloaded and exploded, but if it gets repaired, be aware that its Techno Blast was "upgraded" with an extra layer of Shadow to it, on top of all the type-switching it usually has.
XD: APEX: "machine?>"
-Apex scratches at its corroded exoskeleton like scabs.-
XD: APEX: Escape and repair immediately. "I don't think so, Genesect."
-Flakes of metal crumble away, leaving openings to not only circuitry and mechanisms, but insect flesh as well.-
XD: APEX: "deadly hunter. Even if it wasn't a Shadow Pokemon, it's a threat. deadly hunter. deadly hunter."
-It takes a tube of some sort of foaming gel, stolen from somewhere, and sprays it in its "wounds".-
XD: APEX: "Clock's ticking for the bug."
-It covers the damage with pieces of sheet metal. Brief sparks of plasma tack weld them in place, like metal bandages.-
XD: APEX: "<Not forgetting"
-It continues stalking off away from the city.-
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Apr 15th 2021 at 8:02:56 AM
Logan: -blink blink-
-...and they run a hand down their face in a rare display of pique-
Logan: -groan- It's been awhile since I've had to manage interlocking backstories. I really should brush up on everyone's to avoid this kind of thing. Meh.
Addie: -cheek-poke- <I'm gonna remind you of invasion of privacy.>
Logan: -hand still on face- It's not invasion if I go around and individually friend-seduce everyone into spilling their innermost secrets.
Addie: <It's a big airship.>
Logan: I'm ninety-five per cent heart by mass.
Addie: <That's not a lot of mass.> :P
Logan: -belly-poke- You are a rodent.
-she giggles, lightening accomplished-
Parfait: -raising a finger- <I'd like to state for the record that that did not look like the result of a knock-out attempt.>
Parfait: -headscratch- <Yeah, we've been after them for awhile! Might've finally ticked 'em off enough a little while back.>
Logan: -befuddled stare-
Parfait: -clarifying- <For murder.>
Logan: Wh—why doesn't anyone tell me these things?
-they flick out the guide antenna on their Styler and hold it aloft, power gathering and refracting-
Addie: -scampering over, patting Mason's ankle sagely- <Don't worry. We'll talk to him.> ^w^
Parfait: -blithe- <I'd worry!>
Addie: -flatly- <You'll talk to him.>
Parfait: <So I'm not completely convinced! Don't wanna get his hopes up.>
Addie: -clicking claws together- <We trust him. You trust us.>
Parfait: -brightly- <You just admitted you only met him once at 2 AM!>
Addie: <He's been here longer than us! I think.>
-Parfait gives Mason a "can you believe this" kind of look-
-Addie gives the Capture Line a poke—it bursts into rainbow-hued life, and Logan starts drawing…''most'' of a star◊-
-her confident forward stride turns into a quick stagger back as-
-you know that feeling where you're walking forward in the dark and you know where you are, but there's that sudden terrible conviction there's a metal bar two inches from your face that you'll run into if you don't stop right now immediately?-
Malus: <Be nice, I'm like two!> D:
Malus: <Ow ow ow, not nice not nice>
-that is one unhappy apple pie-
Malus: <...kidding.> :3
Malus: <The pie is a lie.> :o <How's that?>
Rosemaster: -upending a jar into Malus's lattice, which absorbs it- Pastry-pie, don't take all your dialogic cues from the enemy. Speaking of—
-to Salamence- Oh, I have such a killer argument for you! So convincing, at a nominal subscription fee of ₽599 hold a moment, no one can understand half of this argument
-smiling, shrugging, producing another Berry- Whatevs.
-she tosses it at the ceiling, where Malaise may snatch it up-
Malaise: <Bored people, then!>
-inject a mouthful of enzymes, and scarf down-
Malaise: <Your, uh—you own a minority share! In life! Yeah, yeah…>
-granting the strength perhaps to...pry open a vent-
-from which pours innumerable red fruit-
Thank you for informing me. To whom it may concern, I will respond at my earliest convenience. If your need is dire, page my emergency number at
-there's the sound of a Ranger hitting their head against a wall-
In my defense...oof. ^^;
@ daydre oh mood
@ ever another little puppet in pursuit? :o
Mason: Hey, I trust anyone I see doing laundry at 2 AM, that's not the sort of thing you do if you're up to some shit.
-He rubs his neck awkwardly-
Mason: But... I can't fault you for not being entirely convinced — I am a supernaturally gifted liar. I just really don't want to be found by the School.
Oh, you're familiar? I dunno how helpful traps are gonna be if we don't really understand its habits or goals, but any info you can share would be super helpful!
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Apr 15th 2021 at 9:29:46 AM
@ Tagg- all good
@ Megan- nah full grown latios long story
To: Nihilego Toxin Antidote Project (Scarlette)
From: Every Memito
Lately I've been working on some general stuff rated for orbital impact testing— just a pet project, obviously. Did you know that lab-grown Shuckle shell, after a few defensive boosts, can withstand small-arms fire? That's before the initial treatments, of course— I've added in dragonscale proteins from Altaria cotton and Goodra slime to create a weave that should disrupt elemental energies. My next step is going to involve some strike plates modeled after Kommo-o scales! Ideally I should be able to create a sort of plated net that will withstand whatever punishment a Genesect can—
Oh, I've realized you were talking about the logistics of trapping it in the first place. My apologies! My assumption, given that their last attack was on a hardware store, is that they'll be seeking a means of self-repair. I think it's quite likely that we could draw them to somewhere where they could expect to find parts for rebuilding their cannon— I can help with that if need be!
In a general way I don't do weapons testing (for obvious reasons— it's very boring and not terribly helpful to me), but recent developments have led to an increasing interest on my part in high-output electroturgic and psychoturgic artillery—
-aren't texts supposed to have length limits?-
Pleth: <We're about to have company!>
-she leaps upwards-
-at which point Muninn(?) rockets past her, scoops up Ever, and flies away-
Pleth: <Well, damn.>
Salamence: <Well, who's going to set the mood of banter, then? You? I think no—>
-tomatoes rain down, and she flies to position herself between them and Cross-
Salamence: <....This is demeaning.>
Salamence: <You are all very irritating.> -chirp-
Cross: <Don't worry! You've got great seats to watch me being awesome!>
-she lunges forward at Malus-
-as her claws are shrouded in deep blue light-
Salamence: <Jab, remember when that's how you were all the time?>
-his claws ice over, as he spins very slowly-
Salamence: <Yeah. Those were the days.>
-she fires another Ice Beam at Malaise-
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Apr 15th 2021 at 7:30:58 AM
Silas nods, "Okay, not bad. It's at least something manifested."
~What's the technique you're trying to work with?~ Hacks asked, ~Some visualizations work better than others depending on the person.~
".. I'm not really using one, so I guess that might be my problem. But I'm not sure what I'd-" Daydre suddenly stops, sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Man is that why the other versions of me did that? It's frustrating how predictable I am."
The output on the belt picks up a little as Daydre forms an image in her mind, the stream growing into something more concrete.
... It looks like a tail.
Silas and Hacks were now staring at the tail, both of them tilted their heads at it.
~You know it looks like a-~
"-Zorua tail, yes."
Silas looked at Daydre, "Illusion fox form huh?"
"Yeah yeah my pokeform is a Zorua. Though I'm really just copying my future self here."
The tail moves around a bit as Daydre tests it out.
"This does feel more.. comfortable, I guess? Than the other thing I was doing."
Silas shot Hacks a look, who nodded.
"Daydre, tell me, would you ever describe yourself as having a 'itch' that you can't scratch and wouldn't know how to scratch?" Silas asked.
"Oh, several times. Why do you ask?"
Silas was still holding onto his scarf, he tossed it over to Daydre, "Try this on and then try to use your obscura power. See how that works for you," he said.
Hacks was busy pondering what the end result would look like.
"Hm, last time I tried this I couldn't get illusions to work right. Guess it's time to see if anything's changed."
She takes the scarf and puts it on.
<Nothing feels di- Wait. That fucking noise is back again!>
"Noise?" Silas commented, pulling his coat out of his messenger bag and putting it back on, "What noise?"
~I don't hear anything,~ Hacks noted, flicking one of his ears.
<No it's- Hm. I dunno how to describe it. I was 'hearing' it a few years ago but it stopped so I figured maybe I was stressed but now it's back again?? It feels like something's tugging on my brain.>
She looks around. Seeing nothing, she turns back to Silas.
<Maybe it's outside?>
Silas nodded, "Well let's follow the noise then. Oh and quick question, are you safe from pokeballs?"
Hacks somehow turned pale at remembering that, ~That's a good point... have you been caught already?~
<Uh.... No I have not! I didn't even consider that.>
Silas pulled out a pokeball, "Would you like to? Get yourself a safety net set up at the very least."
<I guess that'd be for the best.. Just uh, don't try to keep me or anything yeah?>
Silas looked to Hacks, who proceeded to hold up a diagram of the entire team, "Yeah I got enough pokemon on hand."
He tapped the ball against Daydre's head.
Daydre is sucked in! The ball wiggles a couple times, but given that this is a willing capture it stops pretty quick.
Silas finally inhaled, not realizing he had ceased breathing properly until now. He tossed the ball and it popped open, depositing a little fox wearing a green scarf. It would have been considered adorable had he not been experiencing flashbacks to a few years ago.
"Alright, you can take the scarf off at any time and you'll go back to being human, I'll pass your ball onto you from there," he said.
~Now, about that noise, let's go find it!~
<Hey, would you mind opening the door for me?>
Silas was about to argue that she should be able to, when he remember not everyone who had a pokeform was as dexterous as he was in his. He meekly opened the door, a little embarrased for that fact evading him.
Hacks just shot him a smirk and stepped out, ~Alright, to the noise.~
"I swear if the answer is "Inside of us all along" I'm gonna have words with whoever is responsible," Silas grumbled.
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