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Oblivion Wing

-Jessica is strong. That fat hides a suprising amount of muscle, and Isbrand had to get it from somwhere. But without her power armor, Jessica is not quite at full capacity.-

-The hammer is yanked and swung - but not at Jessica. At least, not a human Jessica.-

-Light flashes as Jessica twists the ruby on her choker, a three-tailed Vulpix scurrying out of the hammer's path.-

Jessica: <There are ways to use fire other than flamethrowers and shrapnel!>

-A flaming wooden sword slices through a vine, and a Poké Ball rolls over to Jessica.-

Cereza: <I swear, what would you do without me?>

Jessica: <This!>

-A flaming ball of vulpinity crashes into vines as the ship takes off.-

-Cereza catches Jessica telekinetically, anchored to the ship by lunar symbols.-

Jessica: <Tactics!>

Cereza: <Let's just get your hammer back.>

-Turns out, Cereza is an extremely powerful telekinetic.-

-Jessica is currently a miniature sun.-

-Ever played dodgeball?-

Edited by SwiftSeraph on Jun 29th 2021 at 3:01:13 AM

Galar Wilds

Hoops walks slowly through the wild area, leaning lightly on the cane that they insisted they didn't need, but that a stern talking to from one of the nurses had ensured they were now using. Luxray walks beside them, eyeing them warily in case they fall again.

Luxray: <May I ask, Young Mixter, what are we doing out in the wild area? You only just got out of the hospital.>

Hoops takes a moment to answer, during which time they make their way to a nearby rock which hangs over the edge of a slope. They sit on the edge, with their legs dangling over what feels like oblivion, but it barely a drop of a few metres.

Hoops: I don't really know what to do, Luxray. I'm supposed to be seeing everyone tomorrow, but I don't even know what I'm going to say to them. I mean, is there anything I can say to Kec and the others that can make up for what I did?

Luxray: <I do not know.>

Hoops: So, I thought that if I came out here and got some fresh air it would help me clear my head.

Luxray suddenly stiffens, the hair of his mane standing even more on end than it usually does.

Luxray: <Young Mixter, there is someone here. Hiding behind that rock.>

He gestures towards a nearby cluster of stones that resembles a half-collapsed cairn. Hoops walks slowly towards it and peers round. Their gaze is met by a young girl, pre-teen probably, huddling behind the pile. Her clothes are torn, and her purple eyes quiver with fear.

Vana: Are you going to chase me?

Hoops: I don't think so? Why would I chase you?

Vana brings her knees into her chest.

Vana: Out here it seems like everything gets angry at me and wants to chase me. And Hummy isn't strong enough to protect me.

Right on cue, Hummy emerges from her watch and floats close to Hoops, who recoils in surprise at his sudden appearance. The movement causes Luxray to run to support his trainer, electricity sparking in his mane.

Hoops: Hey, it's okay, Luxray. I just got a bit surprised. Now, what are you doing out here, kid?

Vana: My name's not Kid! It's Vana! And I'm allowed to be out here, aren't I?

Hoops: You are - but being allowed isn't the issue. Why are you around here, where there's such powerful pokemon, with only one pokemon to look after you?

Vana looks at the ground and grips the hem of her dress like it's a comfort blanket.

Vana: I ran away from home, I guess.

Now, that gets Hoops' attention.

The bike drifted in and came to a halt, Silas ushering Hacks out and grabbing Thor and running inside a building. He looked outside and watched intently, night was falling, they had been out here too long. This was supposed to only be a day venture, get in, get out.

A rocket flew and blew the bike up, Silas resisting the urge to curse out loud at the soldier who did so, they were only mindless clones, following the orders of some unseen commander. He kept his head down and turned on the thermal vision of his helmet, sitting back and waiting…

Thor gripped onto Silas’s leg tightly, the soldiers marched through the area and swept through. It was tough, a light swung through the window of the building, just over them… footsteps… marching… then…

Garbled chatter, the soldiers turned around and walked off.

A breath of relief, Silas leaned against a wall, “Okay… avoided that for now. Gonna need to find transportation.”

~For now, rest, we can’t keep running and it’s dark outside,~ Hacks noted.

Silas nodded and sat down, taking his helmet off and breaking out some rations, Thor stared at him and Silas just smirked, “Eat up kid. We’ve got a lot of walking to do.”

Thor sat down next to Silas and took the ration, he took a bite… the look on his face said so much. “The hell are they feeding you?” Silas muttered to himself, pondering what had been done under the eye of the School.

“Well how about that,” Samwise commented, “We’ve driven our little friend off the path. Blew up his ride, and forced him further into the Badlands!”

“Good for you,” Gabriel commented, writing something down, “Now did you retrieve the asset?”

“Uh… no. Not yet,” Samwise answered.

“Did you almost kill the asset?”

Gabriel looked Samwise right in the eyes, Samwise started to cough a bit, “Uh… maybe, I mean better that nobody else has him than-”

Gabriel pulled a hilt off his belt and twirled it in his hands, “The asset is important, years of research into telekinetics is in the asset’s blood, now…”

“Gabriel wait,” Samwise said, his breathing becoming strained, the hilt igniting as a blade of white psychic energy appeared, being pointed at his throat.

“Oh?” Gabriel asked, “Something to say?”

“It-” Samwise wheezed, “-Recovery is not g-garunteed, i-if we cannot recover the asset we must terminate it, lest it become-” he coughed, his body turning pale, “-A threat!”

Gabriel stood there, the room silent, all staring at the display before them. Gabriel smiled a bit and retracted the blade, Samwise could finally breathe again.

“Word of advice, invest in some sunglasses,” Gabriel commented, crouching down and giving Samwise a condescending pat on the head.

Samwise gasped for air and stood up, “You agree at least?”

“If the asset cannot be recovered, terminate it. They cannot hide forever, do what you will, I will prepare my forces,” Gabriel commented.

Samwise nodded, “On it… violence hasn’t worked so far so I think I’ll try a bit of diplomacy.”

Gabriel quirked a brow, Samwise waved it off, “Just gotta let the poor bastard know he can’t win. He’s against a Juggernaut that will crush him.”

Silas cracked his neck a bit, the armor wasn’t uncomfortable thankfully, but sitting upright and sleeping never did anyone any wonders… especially in a stiff location. He stood up, and looked about, “Everyone here?”

~Over here!~ Hacks called out, Silas stepped over and saw a basic fire and some more ration packs being cooked, ~Breakfast is served.~

“Really glad you and Tae know how to cook.”

Tae handed some rations over to Thor who seemed to be smiling a little, he waved even. Silas waved back, “How is the kid doing?”

~Pretty good, he kind cuddled up next to us overnight, according to Snakeye.~

Silas looked at Thor, smiling as he started to eat, “Well. We’re probably the most normal thing he’s had to handle.”

Hacks nodded, ~We got a chance to give the kid a normal life, that’s what the job was about. Rescuing someone.~

“Well, we won’t keep that chance if we don’t get out of here,” Silas commented, adjusting his cape, “Bishop where are we?”

“Malachite town. Old site, mining town that went bust, salt mine not too far off, as old as… the 1980s.”

“Thank you Bishop,” Silas said, “Snakeye. With me.”

Snakeye nodded, <Alright Tae, make sure the kid is fed.>

Tae rolled his eyes, <As if I can do anything else.>

~What are you two up to?~

“Old mining town, machinery likely to still be here, gotta build some transportation to get out.”

It had been a few hours and Snakeye and Silas had been hard at work, scavenging old parts for a vehicle, it wasn’t much but a functioning truck was easier to build than anything else. A few of the parts from the destroyed bike made it a hover truck, it’d get them places at the very least. Silas wiped grease off his gloves, “Good work,” he told Snakeye.

Snakeye grinned, <Hoss, ya don’t gotta tell me. I’m probably the only one here who gets whatcha do.>

“Bishop…”

<Other than him, and he ain’t here.>

“I can hear however,” Bishop’s voice came over Silas’s headset.

Silas smirked beneath the helmet, “Well, we’re nearly out of here. Don’t think we can take the direct path back, we’ll have to make do with going a little further into the Badlands. The oasis at least means water…”

<It means swamp!> Tae shouted.

Silas shook his head with a laugh, “Hover vehicle. Only way to traverse Orre.”

Hacks was about to say something, when he froze, ~Company. I recognize the aura, psychic, powerful one.~

Silas was silent for a moment, “Get the kid to safety, now.”

Tae kicked open the cellar to an old building and ducked in, Oliver carrying Thor in, <Come on, we gotta hide.>

Silas relaxed his position, and laid a careful hand on his blaster in its holster, staring ahead as a jeep rolled in, out climbed two masked soldiers, with a man wearing a nice formal suit, with slicked thin blonde hair on his head.

This had to be the Templar responsible, “Step no further,” Silas commanded.

Samwise paused, and laughed, “Oh my, fancy cosplay you got on. Nice outfit! Don’t worry I’m not here to fight, call me Samwise.”

“Whatever you say Bilbo,” the Mando responded.

Samwise rolled his eyes and marched forward, “Listen… I know we haven’t gotten off on the right foot but… friend, you have to understand, you have something of ours,” he said tapping the breastplate of the armor.

Silas continued to stare, “Your point?”

“All I want is the asset back, that’s all. Hell I’ll even help ya get out of these crazy dunes! The Badlands are terrible, why does anybody live out here? Bunch of crazy people I swear!” Samwise continued, putting on a friendly smile, “Don’t you wanna go home? Ya got someone cute waiting for ya? Armor like that makes a statement.”

Silas gave him nothing… Samwise started to frown and sighed, “Really? We’re doing this, friend you have to understand, this is your best option. You try and fight well… That’s just gonna end in heartbreak. We’re a tsunami, an ever crushing wave and you? You’re just one guy,” he said, going to tap at the armor again.

Silas’s left hand shot out and gripped onto Samwise’s wrist, “Don’t…”

Samwise grunted, “Listen, you’re hiding the kid. Give him to me, or I will bring an army down upon you. I don’t give a fuck who you are, I will-”

There was an audible whirr and Samwise would feel the grip tighten around his wrist, it hurt, he gasped and tried to free himself from the grasp but he couldn’t get out.

“Stop talking,” Silas commanded, “You are nothing to me, just another full of himself jackass who believes he is worth my time. An army? Is that the best you have? Bring your army, it won’t matter.”

The grip tightened more and Samwise was on his knees in pain, desperately trying to get free, Silas leaned in close, the visor glistening in the bright desert sun, “I have faced countless horrors, impossible odds. I have been through 3 major conflicts and you don’t even measure, understand this is a statement of facts… I will let go, I will leave… and you will not come after me or the kid and you may yet live. My name is Silas, I am not your friend, and you are not even worth the effort to be my enemy. You wouldn’t be the first templar I killed, don’t risk being the second…”

He let go and gave Samwise a kick to the chest, he fell over into the dirt and scrambled a bit, staring at the armored man, “W-What are you?”

“I’m just a man making my way through life… now… leave,” Silas said one last time, quickdrawing his blaster and firing a perfect shot between Samwise’s legs.

The Templar panicked and got up, his Soldiers helping him into the jeep, the engine roared to life and it sped off, Silas keeping a bead on it with his blaster in hand. Once he was confident it was gone, he took a deep exhale and put the pistol away.

The team emerged from the cellars, Thor running over, soon hugging Silas’s leg. Silas was a little confused… Well he was very confused at this, but he did his best and ruffled Thor’s hair a bit, “Don’t worry kid. They’re not going to get you, not while I’m around.”

<Hate to interrupt, but we best get moving,> Snakeye added.

Silas nodded, “Right. Load up everyone, we got ground to cover.”

Thor looked out to the escaping jeep, staring at it as it vanished… it wasn’t over yet.

Wyndon

Kim: "Well, it appears I was wrong."

(Kim grins broadly, and Elton...)

Elton: <'E WON! THEY WON! CONGRATULATIONS, IAN! I'M SO 'APPY FOR YO— wait, why did he call 'im Blippy?>

Kim: "Not sure... but still. I'm delighted all the same."

Circhester

Kim: "I see. Well, then... I hope you two have fun. In the meantime... I think I'll ask Braker to record the footage. Though you two can still attend after the visit to the bath."

Hasslemon

PJ: YoU'rE WeLcOmE!

PI: So... how have you been?

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MEANWHILE IN THE WILD AREA...

(A 13-year-old boy with brown hair and blue eyes— actually purple, as he is an escaped Schoolkid— is nervously watching from the Wild Area, behind a tree. He looks around for a few moments, then turns to face a Reuniclus and a Castform that are floating next to him.)

Ollie: "A-are they watching?"

(The Reuniclus- Mito- just smiles.)

Mito: <It doesn't look like they are.>

Teru: <Yeah, I wouldn't worry about it. Actually, it doesn't look like any of the Templars are even here.>

Ollie: (looks out tentatively) "It doesn't look like it... but what if...?"

Mito: <Come on, Ollie; you caught Teru and I and the Templars didn't show up then! I say go for it!>

(Ollie pauses for a few moments, then eventually nods, trying to steel his courage. He exits from behind the tree and looks around for a few moments for anybody else.)

Ollie: "Hello...? Anyone here? Hello...?"

Stormchaser, post-meeting - Heart

Pollen: -is pat pat, and barely bothers with the pretense of grumping through it-

Megan: I-I guess, hahaha!!

Megan: I'm—also, really glad,

-byever-

you're not dead.

-...text ping-

Megan: -glances down-

Stormchaser, Roof - [Schrödinger's] timelapse later

-it's raining over here-

-...odds are good Ever found some inexplicable umbrella or such with chairs and things just...welded into the Stormchaser's surface-

-or maybe not!-

-in any case, they may spot a Megan, drenched and shivering, toeing along the airship's upper surface toward them-

-gotta love those Sensible Boots™-

Stormchaser Roof

-Megan finds Ever standing, facing out over Wedgehurst, hair blowing in the wind-

-the rain falls around them-

-but not on them, thanks to the efforts of one (1) penguin-

Arc: <...This feels unnecessarily extra.>

Ever: Yeah, you're pretty much right.

Arc: <Hi Megan!>

Ever: Hey.

This is the first I've seen of you in a bit.

How have you been holding up?

-they sound very calm, face and voice neutral, eyebrows raised-

Stormchaser, elsewhere

Avery: It's what?

Perspective: <It's alive.>

Avery: You're going to have to repeat that.>

Perspective: <The ship. It's alive. Or at least producing a coherent psychic frequency.>

Avery: What the hell.

Psychic stuff is overrated.

Avery: You know, you can just speak to me now.

Yeah, but...I'm more used to this.

Avery: I guess that's fair.

...Being here is ridiculous.

Hulbury

-Kai giggles-

Kai: Yeah, I know it's got some work yet to do. It's kind of a little bit taxing, honestly, so that's my priority.

-She wipes some sweat off of her forehead.-

Kai: ...And figure out how to stop it from generating so much heat. It's been hot enough outside recently anyway. Plus, it kind of detracts from the stealth I'm aiming for, when I'm turning myself into a walking space heater.

-She smirks.-

Kai: I know I'm hot, it doesn't have to remind me. But! Anyway, yeah, let's get inside.-

-And thus they get inside. And find a table.-

Stormchaser Hallways

-Mason blinks-

Mason: You've met someone else with the same exact thing? They stalked you across oceans???

-concern.jpg-

Stormchaser Kaizone, Past

-Kai smiles-

Kai: That's good to hear. I like you being alive. Being alive suits you.

Defiant Wing

-Rogue's gloves are melting!-

Rogue: Of course not. I save this sort of greeting for friends. We're friends now.

-Shockingly, it's the Fake Out that makes them let go, not the burning chemicals.-

Rogue: Rrgh— ah, you've got good taste! Very good choice.

-Their own Toxicroak-reminiscent mask screen almost seems to grin, except for the fact that it has no mouth visible.-

Rogue: I'd rather like to get to know you sometime. Maybe when you're not invading the airship of the world's current most active superheroes? What's your name?

-They do manage to let out a Poke Ball, from which a Hatterene pops out.-

Vinjcafex the Hatterene: <Pardon—?>

Rogue: This is a special trip, you know. Just for you and your friends. I haven't been here in ages.

Vinjcafex: <Have you no sense of priorities?>

Rogue: You know me! I don't plan to start having one now!

-Vinjcafex rolls her eyes and smacks Hemlock's mental faculties with a Psybeam.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Jul 3rd 2021 at 9:26:25 AM

Stormchaser, Hallway

Daydre ponders how much of the story she wants to recount. Eventually she figures that Mason has... probably seen weirder and given the status of the Stormchaser now is probably trustworthy enough to say certain things to.

... Should I talk about this? It's probably fine to talk about this right? Would anyone even be able to threaten me with this information? "Oh I know your alternate self tried to kill you" Me too I was there-

"Uhhh.... Yeah. Two of them actually. And both of them were me. From the future."

"And both of them tried to kill me."

"...."

"You know now that I'm saying this out loud it's occurring to me how weird it sounds."

Polity, Alakagross Spaceship

-Something in Gale's stance changes as the recording ends. Maybe it's the way the eyes on the helmet have started glowing red or the flickers of barely-formed obscuric constructs popping in and out of existence over her shoulders or the fact that she immediately turns around to punch a wall and just kind of collapse against it-

Okay. So I was, as always, correct on this. We have an ancient sentient spaceship hijacking peoplemons for a clearly nefarious purpose. So, maybe, we should salvage anything useful from this wreck and then get going so we can destroy it?

Saffron Rainslicked

Kitbash: You don't know man. Anan hires some hard former blackhats for sec-spider duties. And that's before rumors that they've got black-ice porys running around...

-With his words kind of going unheeded, Kitbash let out a little sigh and kicked the motorcycle into gear to get around to the back of the hospital-

Lee House, Subwhere

Nocturnal: Whisper the right things to the shadows and I shall hear them. Or toss a coin with a question to ask. There are ways and means to commune with I.

-The presence wraps itself back into the feathers, becoming indistinguishable from the mass-

Studio Palace

Mannequins. A whole lot of mannequins in a theater. And the boss fight involved puppet imagery using a cognitive duplicate of a pop star. It was, to wildly understate it, pretty dang disturbing.

Oblivion Wing

-With the rush of conflict starting to brew basically all around the vessel, Gale was kind of just left in a lurch when the ship took off towards space-

Alright alright... Who needs the most help here?

-Obscura sparks flit idly around Gale's head as she starts wandering through the halls looking for some of the fights. Her voice is a bit tired and could honestly be read as not particularly enthusiastic. Though it's clearly loud enough to count as a warning-

How about all of our invaders stop and surrender before I gaster beam each of them center mass? Is that an appreciable threat? Do you want to risk whether I'm capable of it?

Edited by Pentigan on Jun 30th 2021 at 3:04:18 AM

Stormchaser, Roof - Storm Caught

-Megan wanders up, hair similarly blowing but arms hugged to herself—the rain falls on her like rain, because it's water that's affected by gravity-

Megan: -dry in tone and nothing else- Unnecessarily extra is our watchword, isn't it?

-...really, even her voice sounds a bit wet-

Megan: -smile, wan- Hey, Arc. How's it hanging?

-it's not entirely clear how she can see them with the amount of water running down her glasses, and maybe she can't, because she stumbles facefirst into Ever's query before righting herself-

Megan: -blink(?)- Oh, you know. I'm good! Everything's good, 'cause everyone's alive, and seems to be staying that way. ^_^

-hands bouncing, excitedly- Oh, the ship seems to be alive now, did you see? I didn't know if you noticed, way in your room…? She seems friendly and Vee seems to like her and might possibly be crying still. Hehe.

-she stops when the excitement almost sends her skidding off the roof; steadying herself before asking in turn-

Megan: Oh, how are you? You wanted to talk about our mentorship? :o

Defiant Wing - ??? (Office)

-between Lamb and Jessica, the room is set on fire—Lamb's efforts warding the worst of the fletchette storm from her squad-

(-...Cereza-Jessica's method is probably a bit more painful given all the thorns, but boy howdy is the effect dramatic-)

-the vines shriek under the onslaught and retract, leaving an office full of spikes and torn-up metal-

-depending on how high the Inertial Plating's set, everyone may experience anything from a mild lurch onto those spikes to a full-on hurling to the back wall with them-

-but the room is otherwise clear-

???: ow…

-it seems as though someone's fallen face-first onto the other side of that wall—which ripples, buzzing, to cushion the fall-

???: A—Rosemaster? Are you there?

-yeah, it's a solid layer of Combee-

???: Clap twice if you're stabbing, groan in...pain, probably, if you're being stabbed…? Make a quip to that this is my world line, it's wide open, come on.

-Combee making very angry faces-

???: -at the gaster line, echoing (or maybe intercom)- ...I have no idea what that is.

???: ...I'm just coming in. Yell or something if I'm interrupting something you don't want me to see.

-the Combee explode inward, stinging relentlessly-

-not intending to stop until everyone is roughly at the equivalent physical fitness of a single (1) 'bee-

Defiant Wing - The Pernicious Poisoner (Hallway)

P!Poisoner: -splutter- Wait what why are we friends in what world is this—-

-and at the reminder of his excellent taste, he recombobulates-

P!Poisoner: -snort- ...Superheroes, is that what you call it? Thieves, more like. Murderers...likely. You've certainly got a killer gig going on, huh? Seriously, who commits crime and gets a TV show out of the mix? You specifically've got a sponsorship, for Yvetal's sake—

Hemlock: -claw to mouth, giggle- <Mwee-hee-h—>

-and he's blasted instantly off his feet by the nightmarishly effective psychic assault, sent tumbling down the hall by sudden G-forces-

P!Poisoner: What—?

-the marble he was palming pings out of his hand, bouncing in Vinjcafex's direction-

-expanding rapidly into a full-size Muk the color of an oil slick-

Alkahest: -steaming- <Mmm...it's been too long since I've sampled fairy dust.>

-those colors bubble and swirl to match:-

Alkahest: -mulling- <I wonder what concoctions I could derive from that hat of yours…>

-he strikes out with terrifyingly venomous crystals and amorphous grace in the direction of both Rogue and Roguekemon-

(-...and the Pernicious Poisoner tries to leverage the sudden shift in momentum and also ambient toxicity levels to make a break for it-)

Defiant Wing - Rosemaster (Airlock Entryway)

-indeed, Rosemaster seems fairly boggled at the Taipan turn of events-

Rosemaster: -out loud- ...the bullet hit what?

-...the expression of which turns into grim satisfaction at the splortch she hears behind her-

Rosemaster: -to Gaia- Ah, forgive me, would you prefer a lengthy digression into flower language? The black in particular suits you, or so it would seem.

(-so her suit would seem, she seems to mean-)

Rosa: -from the ceiling- <Rosemaster, I can't maintain two hedge fronts at once! Your brothers—>

Rosemaster: What?!

Rosemaster: -handing up a Friend Ball, hasty- Pass it over to—Chesnaught, then, and come to—

-liftoff-

-Rosemaster's thrown off her feet, the Ball clattering down the airlock hall—

Rosa: -pained- <Now, you're going to buy some t—>

-Razor Leaf, cutting the Leech link and—springing for his Trainer-

-he blocks the bulk with a blossoming Protect of his own, dropping from the ceiling—chlorophyll-free fronds parting to reveal another Roserade, white where Gaia's is green, with black and purple petals-

Rosa: -rapier-tip sprout from his left bouquet, extend- <...time. With your life, potentially.>

-there's a moment of everything falling apart where Gaia's terrifying tone on top of the sensation of the ship departing—which she seems to recognize?^* Rosemaster: -faint- Why oh why did they feel the need to live in a spacefaring craft of all things—the sheer exorbitance…?-

-...before one of Gaia's assertions sinks in-

Rosemaster: -high, disbelieving; clutching where a Leaf caught her in the arm- I take from you?!

-screech- I attack you?!?

-oh, she's livid-

Rosemaster: -gesticulating- Whatever con you're trying to pull, save your breath—I know what you've done. Pokefutures assets in cargo, my own elixirs in your damn minifridge, before even—you thought you'd escaped retribution, did you? You'd put me away before I could find you, the long arm of the whip—

-Gaia's whip catches Rosemaster's wrist and knocks the gun from her hand—empty, with no apparent mechanism for reload-

Rosemaster: -...huff, tugging on the line, neon-green pupils boring into...either of her opponents- ...while we're speaking of reputation, it takes two to have a staredown. And I have never blinked out of one.

-she strikes a pose, flipping her hair over her shoulder-

Rosemaster: -sunny, to Gaia- My body and I are flattered—I worked hard on it. I'm deeply interested in yours; I have a toy or two I'm sure will make you scream.

-and Rosemaster herself snatches something long and thin from the high cuff of her boot-

Rosemaster: -power blazing from the tip- Pity the circumstances!

-and drives it toward Gaia's midsection, an explosion wracking the air before her-

Rosa: -to Taipan, or possibly her Pokémon- <In short, you have something of ours, and we want it back.>

-he takes the Psybeam with far too much grace for his Typing, life force not his own oozing out of him-

Rosa: -vines regrowing- <Hmm...I'll start with you!>

-those vines lash to try and ensnare Mistress Pygg and swing her into Martin—who neither of the opposing Roses attempt to prevent from eating the gun (which apart from the chemical tang would taste mostly like heartwood)—and start Draining-

-Rogue is fighting all alone sings a voice from the narrative-

Lee House

With a simple "farewell" in exchange, the Unovan takes a leave of his own, dissipating into black wisps that are similarly lost to the infinite.

Lee House Main Room

"That..." he started as he walked from around a corner, eyes settling on Kamui and Katsuragi. "Was wild."

"I know, right?"

Galar Wild Area

From a distance, two figures looked at the trio hiding behind a tree. They turned to each other and nodded, a conversation playing out in no time at all.

In a muted purple flash they both appeared a short distance behind them. "Hello."

Defiant Wing

Lamb, with a bit of time to channel, coalesces the flames and heat into something of a Sunny Day ball of light tucked away into the corner.

Comfort in the sweltering heat, she conjured a solid wall of flame against the innumerable bees, though she still was taking a few stray Endeavor hits.

Fortunately the fire wasn't tied to physical prowess as much as it was a matter of focus.

Stormchaser, Roof

Ever: I have noticed. I'm not sure what I think. Pef's science experiments scare me enough without bringing the gods and monsters in.

And I feel a bit odd, standing on a living person.

But whatever. If it works, it works.

Arc: <I'm doing okay! Training hard for the League.>

-penguin flex, puffs up a bit-

Ever: (gentle laugh) Yeah.

I'm doing alright— I think I caught a bit of a cold, but it wasn't much of an issue. Been a bit bored lately.

-...-

Ever: I'll get right to the point, I think. Molybdenum's not dead. She altered my memories to make me think she was, the compulsion broke when we did the ritual with the Stormchaser. Personally, I blame Uxie.

Secondly, you've been avoiding us all for a month, and I thought it would be a good idea to talk about compulsions and the aftermath thereof. I do have some experience.

-their voice is still very neutral-

As do many, admittedly. Some of whom have parted ways from the group since, some not. The world we live in, in which so many of the secrets of cognition seem to have been cracked, is one in which people with fewer scruples than we are more than capable of altering it to their needs.

-very, very neutral-

But I'm digressing, and I'm not interested in talking about what's already been discussed. How are you?

Stormchaser, Roof

Megan: -blink- ...I stand on Pippy all the time. He doesn't seem to mind.

-and to Arc, softly proud- Good for you! You'll do swimmingly, hehe.

-...and Ever drops the info-

-something seems to...break, in Megan, at the admission, the shards of her expression shaking loose-

Megan: ...I knew it.

-...and through the cracks there's nothing but fire-

(-a viola plays a sharp note, somewhere-)

Megan: -exhale, shaky- I'm fine, I just—I knew you couldn't have—

(-and another; and another-)

-a singular giggle-a gig, really—bubbles up in the back of her throat like the seedy bar in the garage band's list of bookings at the end of their rope looking for one big break-

Megan: -high-pitched, nearly giddy- I knew she couldn't be—!

-something breaks-

-strings sweep together into something nearly choral, beat after beat after beat-

Megan: -hand to her head, pacing- I mean—Ever, I've been staying away to keep everyone out of the blast radius,

- —low buzz building building building—-

Megan: -scrubbing at her face- I kind of expected to go off by now—

- —'til the song seems almost real, the rain seeming to dance to its tune-

Megan: -laughing, arms wide- Maybe I did! Maybe I fucked up the animation? Who knows!

-how unjust it is that the rain doesn't dance for real—Megan spins in place and pretends-

(-for a beat the rain spins to the voice emanating from her, and she doesn't...-)

Megan: -staring up all the while, grinning- Maybe I'm just like a thorn in the J-Team's side, the inside, haha—

-her footing slips—she thuds to the roof with a gasp of pain, ending on her ass in all the wet-

Megan: -...snicker, panting- ...slowly...continually...poisoning everything I touch, until...there's—nothing…?

-..."experience"?-

Megan:

-...her social sense isn't the most finely-tuned, but-

-she recognizes that tone of voice-

Megan: Did…

-specifically, the...utter lack of a tone of voice-

Megan: Do you…

-the few brain cells she has allocated to the task spark together; something catches-

Megan: -open, eyes wide- Do you need a hug?

-so painfully gentle-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Jun 29th 2021 at 2:47:02 PM

Stormchaser, Roof

-Ever just blinks at Megan's sudden dance break-

Ever: Hm.

I...yeah. Have some experience with the manipulation of my psyche for the purposes of an enemy.

I think, uh...it's common to feel that way. To worry about what's left behind or what you feel like you've proven yourself capable of. Even what you may have enjoyed.

But, hm. I don't think it takes so much tweaking to make someone enjoy something they know is dangerous. Every good one-liner you've ever wanted to say and known it wasn't okay, let's consider. How much would it really take to make you think it was funny and not mean? A glass of wine can get some people to that point. Think how far a deliberate rewiring can take a hostile actor.

'Cause, I mean, of course you were having fun. Think about what Kai said, right? She's not wrong. We're professional trainers. It's like being a grandmaster and getting to play chess with Death— it doesn't become less intriguing just because it's scary. Just because the stakes are high. Why shouldn't we want to see what happens when we really cut loose? What happens when the budget doesn't matter, when we get the kind of prep time internet dweebs like to bicker over, when it doesn't matter what happens after?

When you get right down to it, the razor's edge makes for an attractive tightrope. It takes very little to persuade someone to walk it— and Molybdenum appears to be an expert.

I could use a hug, maybe, but I'm a believer in dispensing hugs after the critical points of conversation have been touched on.

Hulbury, Dai Yang Sia Yang

-Kahlia grins at Kai, and together they head into the restaurant, where they're presumably promptly seated.-

-By the time their food has arrived, Kahlia has steepled her fingers and is resting her chin on them, looking at Kai with a gleam in her eye.-

Kahlia: ...So. If this is a date - which it totally is - then I ought to be making conversation. And it occurs to me that I don't actually know all that much about what it is you do when you're not crushing 10-year-olds' dreams at the Battle Frontier or being whisked off for adventure by sexy costumed crime-doers. What exactly is it that you do for fun, Kai?

Defiant Wing - Airlock Entryway, with Rosemaster

-Even if it doesn't share the name, Gaia knows that a Booming Blade is nothing to sneeze at. With a ballerina's poise, she darts backwards and pulls on her whip once again, knocking Rosemaster's strike off-balance and preventing a direct impact.-

-Still, there is a distinctive crack as the wave of thunderous force emitting from the tip of the blade rolls through her midsection and breaks several ribs in the process. Gaia staggers back again, but only laughs, flecks of blood coating the inside of her visor.-

-Is she... enjoying this?-

Gaia: I would have suggested that we could talk this through, but you've escalated things far beyond the point of any reasonable conversation. And you're right. I probably would have taken you in. Because that's what we do with those of your ilk, and you must have known going in that my record is flawless.

-She keeps retreating through shredded vines to put some distance between herself and Rosemaster.-

Gaia: Once again, I don't care what you're trying to do or how just you think yourself to be. You came here with the intent to seize by force, and that can only be answered with force in turn. You're a supervillain, I thought you would've known that.

-Meanwhile, Arsenic sees Rosa drop from the ceiling and meets his threats with only a cocky grin to match her trainer's tone.-

Arsenic: <I've been surviving idle threats since you were just a seedling, whippersnapper. I can buy all the time in the world.>

-She raises her other petal, and from it gouts a flurry of purple-green sludge, venemous and acidic and eating away at everything it touches - including the vines and, potentially, Rosa.-

-At the same time, her trainer's whip folds back into her wrist gauntlet with a neat snap.-

Gaia: We can go over all the ways you'd like to make me scream once one of us is safely tied up. And I can assure you, I'm very rarely the one in that scenario.

-She raises her wrist again - and from it emerges a dart launcher, which fires three shots in rapid succession at Rosemaster's neck, chest and torso.-

Gaia: Unlike my colleague, I haven't had the chance to calculate an exact dosage - but I can tell you that the first is a concentrated dose of Sleep Powder, the second is a potent paralytic, and the third is a mild but unpleasant toxin of my own devising that will leave you regretting anything you ate over the last forty-eight hours. All together it shouldn't quite stop your heart. If you're lucky.

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-Alice has signed off.-

"Captain, there is an error," Obelisk stated.

"A what?" Jackal asked.

There was a creaking noise... and then a loud boom.

"Port nacelle has experienced a short, the damage extends further than initially estimated. Gravity Systems are out, cloaking systems are out. Weapons control is out. Security doors have engaged. The Wing cannot sustain this."

Jackal stared, "son of a bitch... Get us to water, now."

Fox looked to the golden hexagon door, "Still gotta get through this."

Jackal cracked open the pokeballs on his belt, his team out in full, "Fire," he commanded.

All of them unleashed on the golden hexagons, there was a lot to say for a brute force solution.

Edited by EchoingSilence on Jul 3rd 2021 at 6:09:40 AM

Stormchaser, Roof

-Megan sobers up pretty dang fast-

Megan: -cough- ...sorry, uh. Little sleep-deprived.

Worrying about…stuff. Sleeper code. Can't wake up if I don't sleep, haha

-and she blinks, pupils dilating to more normal radii-

Megan: -flushing more- Oh geez, I think I was one of those dweebs for awhile there.

-drumming fingers on the roof- And yeah, it's like…

-she chews over her words a bit more carefully-

Megan: ...the wine is...a good analogy, yeah. There's a reason I don't drink, and it's—even before the physically destructive stuff, I'm a little scared of what's in my own head.

-tap tap, noggin- Don't wanna know what I'm not saying to people, y'know?

-she's stalling-

-...-

Megan: -staring at the ground, far far below- Is it normal to feel like I've gotten everything that I wanted, all mixed up with…everything, that I was afraid of, and being weirded out by still being here?

Megan: -laughing, hands grasping her face- I'm—I'm not a professional Trainer. I keep saying—I'm a girl who—who daydreams, and fantasizes, and woke up one day realizing there wasn't anything stopping me from acting it all out. Except all the...really good reasons, i guess, for not acting it all out.

-there's something a little empty in the old saw-

Megan: -distant- ...and I lucked out on the draw of the team, I guess.

-full-

(-subconsciously, she moves her hand to somewhere above her heart-)

Megan: -sincere, warm—kicking her legs- I was so right. They're amazing.

-she seems to fully pause—stop herself there, a freeze thawing into a groan-

Megan: -going limp- Ugh, there I go again, being fond. Augh.

-she stifles a Generic Noise of Regret™, not even bothering to pick a particular brand from the lot-

Megan: -hands over her face, going red- I just—I want to fight everyone, Ever. I look at them and I can't stop thinking about—all the ways I'd take them apart. I keep trying to get back to where I was, and—

-she splashes fully back, on her back in all the rain-

Megan: -incoherently- Hands. Eyes. Augh.

-peeking out, but not meeting their eyes- Even—even if it's normal, isn't wanting to get wasted all the time...less than ideal? Especially when I'm supposed to be taking care of peoplemon? What if she shows up again and I just...?

-at the sky- Wouldn't it be better if I just—found people they like, good people, like—Kai, or Tagg, or you,^*  or Daydre, she whispers, going redder and—encouraged them to...

—...and just. Sat in the swamp, for the rest of my life. Or something. Until the thoughts decay out of my brain, or she comes to tie up the loose end...

Why don't...why don't I want to, now that I should…?

-she stares up into the sky-

-something approaching equanimous- I think...I think she broke me?

Edited by Asterisk395 on Jun 30th 2021 at 11:22:48 AM

Galar Wilds

Hoops and Vana now sit together on the rock that leans over the small abyss, legs dangling. A hungry Vana is gorging herself on some of Hoops' energy bars.

Hoops: So, you ran away from home?

Vana: Yeah. It was kind of bad, so I snuck out and left.

Hoops: Bad how? If you don't mind me asking.

Vana: They never let me out. This is the second time I left, and the first time I met some people who ran away like me. But then when they got me back we moved to Galar, so I can't go back to where I met them.

Hoops: That sounds tough. You know, I actually ran away from home as well.

Vana: Really?

Hoops: Yeah, really, but I was a bit older than you are. You're very brave, running away all by yourself when you're so young.

They sit in silence while Vana finishes off the bars. The full stomach makes her seem a lot less dishevelled, especially once Hoops has helped to pick all the leaves and twigs out of her hair.

Vana: Can you help me with something?

Hoops: Sure. Well, depends what it is, but, sure.

Vana: You're a trainer, right?

Hoops: I am.

Vana: Can you help me catch a pokemon? I mean, I have Hummy, but it would be cool if I had another pokemon that could help to protect me.

Hoops considers for a second. They think about meeting Ian, Evelyn, and Kim and how they have helped them since then.

Hoops: Maybe it's time I passed it on.

Vana: What?

Hoops: Hm? Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud.

They jump off the rock, falling a few feet to the slope below and rolling a few metres before climbing to their feet, unharmed. Though that part is as much by luck than any element of skill.

Hoops: I recommend walking.

Vana, Hummy, and Luxray make their way down the slope to join them, with Vana holding onto the pokemon to help her balance.

Hoops: Now, let's catch you a new pokemon.

The Walking Mountain, Middle City

-Dune burrows through the solid rock with force enough to cause a billowing cloud of dust to form behind him. Selene has to swap to Ground-Type to avoid choking on it.-

Ground!Selene: <Ay, Bossman! Where in the fresh hell are we goin'?!>

Dune: <Already told you. The forges.>

Ground!Selene: <Okay, I get that part, but why is that so much more important than regroupin' so we don't get our kneecaps broken and tossed in prison?>

Dune: <They're in no danger.>

Ground!Selene: <IT AIN'T THEM I'M WORRIED ABOUT!>

Dune: <Everything will be fine.>

Ground!Selene: <YOU SAY THAT LINE ONE MORE TIME AN I WILL FUCKIN' SLAP YOU!>

The Walking Mountain, Bottom Stratum

-The faux rock ceiling, it's melted and scorched remnants pooling in ichor-like piles on the floor, is finally cleared.-

Garuda: <Dom, can you break through that metal plating?>

Big Dom: <IT APPEARS THE PLATING WAS MEANT TO REINFORCE AGAINST THE OPPOSITE SIDE. BREAKING THROUGH WOULD BE AN EASY TASK WERE WE TO USE PROPER LEVERAGE.>

Ajax: <Ahem! Gentlemen!>

-Both of the fliers look down.-

Ajax: <I recommend you move aside!>

-The two look at each other before quickly scrambling to either side.-

Helen: <What is he doing?>

Rill: <Oh, you're gonna like this.>

-After a moment, a searing white glow starts to burn from Ajax's dorsal spikes. With a roar and a flash, a pillar of pure kinetic energy fires from Ajax's mouth, blasting a hole straight through the barrier.-

Helen: <BY THE GREAT GEAR!>

Rill: <Hahahaha, I love it when he does that!>

Helen: <Is THAT what Tyranitar can do?!>

Rill: <Nah, that's just him showing off! You should see him when he's serious!>

-The Magnemite looks like she's about ready to eject her batteries.-

Ajax: <Hoo! Phew! We... we good up there, gentlemen? That one was a tad winding.>

Big Dom: <The hole is wide enough to fit all of us.>

Ajax: <Excellent! Because... hoo... I may have gone a little hard on that one.>

Garuda: <Dom and I will establish a zone of control on the other side. The rest of you may join us when Ajax is rested.>

Helen: <Wait, but how?>

Rill: <We ride on Ajax.>

Helen: <Oh, that makes se- wait, WHAT?!>

Rill: <He's been practicing his Rock Climb.>

Helen: <Y-you know, I think I'll just fly myself up->

Rill: <Oh no you don't, sparkplug. I know what your sister can get into when she's by herself, and I am not gonna get yelled at because you decided to hotwire some random piece of machinery to mass produce grenades or some shit.>

Helen: <... Wait, what?>

Kaizone, past

Brie: Suits you too! Try and keep it that way.

-she grins-

Stormchaser Roof

Ever: Haha. It's a bit pointless, I'm afraid. There are people out there arguing that I could beat Tagg because they watch our League matches and think there's some kind of equivalence between us. Internet collectives aren't known for their deep well of thought.

-they clasp their hands behind their back and stare up at the sky with Megan, like a villain delivering a new world order speech-

Hm. I don't know if people can be broken. Lucius said he thought I might be, a little while after we fought Molybdenum. But I think broken implies a specific mold in which a person, or people as a whole, ought to be in. And I don't think that's totally accurate. We are influenced in one direction or another, and can move in the opposite direction with work and care.

You are, I'm afraid, a professional Trainer. It's my perception that you were a frustrated one with ambitions that you felt like you weren't or aren't achieving. But you're a trainer for a living, and that means thinking a lot about training. Everyone who's ever thrown a Poke Ball probably has a fantasy of battling Red someday.

-they frown-

I've seen him in action. I think he threw the fight.

That's irrelevant to this discussion.

I think...I don't think what she did would have worked quite so effectively if it had nothing on which to trellis itself. You enjoy battling. Your team does. You want to have everything you've built be recognized, and you want people to find it impressive.

And you're right to! Start to finish! A battle, properly, is a celebration of your team, yourself, the work you've put in, the thought you've put in. A good strategy is like writing a good book or painting something beautiful. You're taking a piece of yourself and showing it to the world.

But there were moments during all of that, where you were lucid. Where you realized you were hurting people and hurting yourself, and you were scared and you wanted to stop. The real you, the person that's here now, dancing kind of badly in the rain, she understands why it's wrong. Why you don't take every step you can.

I'll ask you a question. Do you hold Pippy and Vee responsible for their actions during the battle?

Arc: <Hey, hang on, those are my parents.>

Ever: Megan's also your parent. Kind of? I don't know how this works.

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Jun 30th 2021 at 10:27:44 AM

The Walking Mountain, Middle City

-The forgeworker is an unappreciated job. You work long hours, around heat that makes your metal soft, in the ass-end of the city.-

-And then a fucking Excadrill comes bursting out of the wall and hits you with a rock.-

-Whatever, this is the most sleep you've had in the last month. Just enjoy the oblivious unconsciousness.-

Ground!Selene: <Hoo, boy!>

-She slaps her amulet.-

Fire!Selene: <Aight, there we go. Alright, hotshot, do what you need to do and don't pass out while doing it.>

-Dune swaps back to human.-

Fire!Selene: <WOAH! You sure that's a good idea?! It's over one-twenty Fahrenheit in here!>

Dune: I have it under control.

Fire!Selene: <I swear if I have to drag you out of here, I will!>

-Dune pulls a weird, vaguely staff-shaped lump of metal out of his dimensional bag.-

Dune: ... I need to find some tools.

The Walking Mountain, Bottom Stratum

-Ajax takes a long swig of water.-

Ajax: <I don't need to drink water often, but that doesn't make it hit the spot less.>

Rill: <Hey, Sparkplug. Why you so jittering around Ajax, anyway?>

Helen: <Well, he's a...>

Rill: <A Tyranitar, yes. But I'm a Swampert, a Ground-Type you weren't even familiar with. Ah, don't try to deny it, I know when someone is trying to shock me.>

-Helen blushes through her steel exoshell.-

Helen: <Well, I mean, Tyranitar are mountain destroyers! And, we're in a mountain!>

Rill: <Oh. That makes sense.>

Ajax: <Indeed. I personally doubt I could destroy this mountain by myself, this whole thing feels like a small walking continent rather than an actual mountain.>

Rill: <Yeah, what's up with tha->

-There's an explosion near the hole in the roof as Flamethrowers and sounds of physical combat start.-

Ajax: <That's bad.>

Rill: <Ajax!>

-Rill grabs Helen - who protests being handled with such impropriety - before jumping onto Ajax's back. The Tyranitar, in turn, rushes at the wall before grabbing on and diving into the rock with the ventral half of his body, going straight upwards.-

Helen: <AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA>

Rill: <Don't worry, he's been practicing!>

-Right before reaching the top, Ajax stops his ascent and kicks off the somewhat shredded rock wall, sending him and his two passengers flying into the hole at a diagonal angle to avoid falling back down. Ajax lands on his feet, Rill lands on all fours, and Helen bounces like a dropped ball bearing.-

Rill: <Alright, what's the emer->

-Rill and Ajax look up to see Big Dom grappling a giant, spindly-legged crab... thing, seemingly made of massive, sharp, and malevolent ice crystals.-

Rill: <-gen... cy...?>

Ajax: <I hate this place.>

Galar Mountains

Alyesha gave Emer a nice fist bump as they continued on their tour.

Alyesha: "Oh yeah, I know what you mean, it's been ages since I last was home"

She admitted, scratching the back of her head with a small grin before crossing her hands behind her head, leaning back relaxed.

Alyesha: "But travelling sure has its perks, no? Like meeting new friends"

Alyesha said, looking over to you with a very apparent smile.

Alyesha: "Like you~"

The Wild Area

(Oliver promptly jumps backwards upon seeing the twins there.)

Oliver: "GAH-! Oh... uh... sorry... I didn't see you there..." (He quickly reconstitutes.) "Um... hi! My name is Oliver Rivers, and these are my two Pokemon, Mito and Teru."

Mito: <Hello!>

Teru: <Hi there.>

Oliver: "It's nice to— wait a second... a-are you..."

The Stormchaser (post-Snoop, post-Scramble, post-Oliver)

(Braker, Walter, Cuddles, Snoop, and Scramble are all out of their PokeBalls, walking around the interior of the now-sapient Stormchaser, who has, of course, recognized them as J-Team and allowed them inside. Snoop is awed, and Scramble is, of course, naturally nervous.)

Snoop: <Whoa...! This place is amazing!> (beat) <Hold on, did you say this place was sapient?>

Braker: "Indeed. Well... she recently became sapient. Walter, Cuddles, and I were there when it happened."

Scramble: <Hold on... if she's sapient... does that mean she's out to get me?!>

Walter: <I doubt it, Scramble. If she was out to get you, she would have shot lasers in your face and prevented you from entering in the first place.>

Cuddles: <Yeah, silly~! Everything's going to be fine!> (then, beat) <Wait a second! Snoop! I forgot to give you a hug when we first met! You want one?>

Snoop: <Sure.>

Cuddles: <Yay~! Thank you!>

(He promptly hugs Snoop.)

Cuddles: <I can't believe we're all going to watch Gamecube together! This will be so much fun!>

Braker: "Yes, of course... I wonder just how fun it'll be, though. Of course... if we want to watch this show, we'll need a room."

(And seconds later, a room suddenly appears with the number of 6180.)

Walter: <Like that one?>

(Braker turns and notices the door— then smiles.)

Braker: "Yes. Like that one." (He turns to the group.) "Come on, everyone; let's head inside."

Snoop: <This is it~! I can't wait to see your reaction to Gamecube!>

Cuddles: <I can't wait to play the sketch pad game again!>

Scramble: <This will be fun... I hope...>

(And they enter the room.)

Stormchaser- Room 6180

(As soon as they enter the room, Braker takes out the rest of his PokeBalls and wordlessly opens them. In a flash, Jules, Romea, Serkis, Panto, Charon, and Lithium all appear out of their respective balls.)

Jules: <Hello~!> (He turns to face Scramble and Snoop.) <Are you two the new members? Romea told us all about you!>

Snoop: <We are! Hello there!>

Scramble: <Um... you guys aren't going hurt me, are you?>

Serkis: <What reason would we have to?>

Panto: <Yeah, we're not going to hurt you! We love you!>

Scramble: <Oh... that's nice...>

Lithium: <Ah, don't sweat it, kid. No one here has any reason to cause you pain.>

Charon: <The prospect of that is preposterous.>

Scramble: <Phew...>

Panto: <Anyways... what are we doing out here?>

Romea: <Yeah; did we just get sent out to meet the new members? 'Cause if we did, that's pretty boring.>

(Charon glares at her.)

Romea: <What? I'm just saying! I want to actually do something!>

Cuddles: <Oh, we're doing something alright! We're going to be watching GAMECUBE~!>

(blink blink, all of the new Pokemon stare at each other in confusion)

Romea: <Game... cube?> (beat) <Wait a second... do you mean that old CUB ^note  HBO show with those crazy robots?!>

Cuddles: <That's the one!>

Jules: <Oh! Yay! I've heard of that show!>

Romea: (under her breath) <Of course you have.>

Charon: <I must say, I've never watched it before. This will be a new show for me to watch.>

Panto: <Me neither!>

Snoop: <Well, then this will be your first time!> (beat) <Wait, does this TV even have Gamecube?>

Walter: <That is a very good question indeed.>

(And then, almost on cue— the TV suddenly turns on, to reveal the entire list of Gamecube episodes.)

Braker: "Well. There it is."

(The rest of the Pokemon gather around the TV.)

Cuddles: <Yay~!>

Walter: <This is going to be fun.>

Jules: derp face

Scramble: <I hope scary things don't happen this episode...>

(The rest of the Pokemon get on the bed, with Romea continually shooting a glare over at Jules, who just licks her and wraps her up in a hug. Braker, meanwhile, searches through the episodes until...)

Braker: "Found one."

Snoop: <Alright! Let's do this!>

(With that said, Snoop, Scramble, Cuddles, and Walter all get on the bed, eager to watch the episode. Braker, meanwhile, hits play.)

Edited by OPALGARNET16 on Oct 25th 2022 at 7:04:23 AM

Wild Area

"Students, yes," the one with multicolored hair nodded. "Oxygen, was it?"

"We're required to say that you're coming back with us." The blond added, adjusting her glasses before smirking and chuckling. "Ah, but they never said we have to actually make an effort."

"Don't worry, neither of us want to bring you back," her twin comforted. "More, we just like to see the School lose more power."

"It seems you don't know our names. Well, our aliases, rather, but one Schoolkid to another, I'm Bismuth," she said. "And that's my sister, Cesium."