No voice to cry suffering
Defiant Wing, far past
-Apiarist-
A!Apiarist: Well, glad to know you can see reaso—
- —and then the recall gambit, and he's shot unceremoniously in the wrist-
-it sure is a good thing this Leavanny silk is bulletproof!-
A!Apiarist: —!!?!!
-he still screams a little, because getting shot smarts like a frick whether or not the bullet actually goes through you-
A!Apiarist: -having dropped the knife, clutching his wrist- Well, you've got no honor! And you call yourself h...eroe…
-and he falls unceremoniously asleep-
Totem!Araquanid: <...>
No Longer Mega!Heracross: <...>
-and, ignoring Gale and most of the Pokémon entirely, two very strong Bugs strike at the ones responsible—a stream of boiling water for Lamb and an unerring horn-skewering for Jackal-
Scolipede: -Paralyze'd, to the vines- <Castor, I-I think it's a bust, can you get us out of here?>
-...-
<Castor?>
-Poisoner & Rosemaster-
P!Poisoner: ...I wasn't planning on using it on you, no. I was...just gonna do it.
Castanea: -holding the Wand-staff a bit higher <Well! Given that I'm so concerned for your well-being, we could go with the option where we all definitely die, or the option I'm providing, where all of you only probably die. Since all of you are such a dab hand at tactical analys—>
-namedrooop-
Castanea: <...>
Castanea: <...what precisely leads you to say that name?>
P!Poisoner: -sounding pure wince- I maaaay have let something slip?
Castanea: -pinching the bridge of his nose- <I will take your head off, so help me, Darrin.>
-he's probably being facetious-
P!Poisoner: H-hey, you just did it too!
Castanea: <That was intentional. Fuck you.>
-...probably-
P!Poisoner: -pout- You really didn't need to translate that bit, Lanatus.
Lanatus: -still telepathy-ing, hiss-
Castanea: -strain finally showing through in tone- <You have about thirty seconds to convince me I shouldn't just kill you to prevent regrets later down the line.>
P!Poisoner: please don't give these people any more reason to come after us
Castanea: ''<Short term solutions first.>'
-nevertheless, he taps the butt of the staff on the floor in a comparatively nonaggressive move-
-and the vines break through to the outside of the Wing, sprouting sturdy leaves and sealing the gaps with wood that really should not be as tough as it is-
-but hey, Pokémon-
-the Defiant Wing starts to cut a somewhat more shallow angle through the air, the atmosphere supporting it-
Isle of Armor, July 4th
-alas! the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of Sharpedo tipping must await another time-
-because this, as you know, means war-
Vee: -swoon- <Oh!! I quiver before you…!>
-she starts Digging messily to "get away", throwing clouds of sand in the air in their direction with her weirdly powerful tiny legs-
Megan: You can't— -wheeze- —tell me to frick off, Spectrum—!
Pippy go! XD
-Pippy goes-
-well, there is one Ground-type move that affects everything, Levitate or no, he knows—-
-he sprays a little water into the sand around his feet so it clumps up, then takes the big spades of his wings and starts shoveling-
-and it dampens Electric-type moves!-
-such an advantage-
-Friendo beans Megan on the side of the head with the mudsilk ball, leaving her to fall over with a-
Megan: -pleh-
-so Vee switches targets .o-
-the sand under Friendo starts to vibrate…-
Stormchaser, Kitchen, Some Time In The Past Month
-Megan can't sleep-
- —remembering fire and tide and screaming and— -
-so she squirms out from between Pippy and Vee and goes to get a glass of (non-animated) water-
-...and finds a rather tall lizard already there-
Megan: ...oh, hey.
Fray D.: -raises a few fingers in greeting, but nothing more-
-Megan—despite her best efforts—uses "tromp" as the verb describing her attempts to sidle quietly around them, to retrieve a mug-
-not sure where they come from, emblazoned with the J-Symbol as they are—is where her thoughts reside activating the purifier-
Megan: -a few attempts at humming peacefully, trailing off in the awkward silence-
-she gets her cup, takes a sip, and...leans on the counter-
Megan: …
Fray D.: <...>
-not wanting to return to bed quite yet-
No mind to think. No will to break.
The Wanderer
Studio Palace
So whoever he works for has enough knowledge of the Metaverse to give people the ability to use Personas...
-To Jackal-
I'm not sure if he really knows more that what's already been said, he strikes me as more of a torpedo, fired and then forgotten.
Stormchaser, past
-To Dr. Ironspine-
That's kinda already been done if what Ever told me about Cornelia is correct.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 18th 2021 at 5:24:32 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Bishop blinked at Wisp's comments, "We'll have a very frank very long discussion over what is and isn't acceptable opsec and when the Captain should be alerted to visitors for negotiations. I'll also be contacting your trainer to let them know of your actions," Bishop commented.
"For now, let's just find a big body of water to land in. At our current trajectory we'll be landing near the Isle Of Armor."
Jackal dropped the Lightning Hawk as the Scalding Water came in, out of the vines came a large grass knot. The water deflected off but still struck, Mercer collapsing from exhaustion.
Jackal felt the Heracross strike him in the abdomen, the air leaving his lungs, thankful he upgraded his armor but kinetic force was still kinetic force. He gripped onto the Heracross horn, "Hayon. Now."
Hayon rushed up to the Heracross and let out one last roar, tossing a fury of blows as his mega evo wore off.
The Oblivion Wing
From the corners emerged a slithering seviper in the colors of Taipan's armor. He seems a touch nonplussed. Taipan herself was hacking at the vines around her, and seems to be babbling about something to her oddly-colored porygon about medical technobabble. She appears to be describing what amounts to first aid.
Meanwhile, her pokémon trot to where Gaia is, eager to help her up so she can receive proper attention.
Seviper: <Perhapssss you should reconsssider your wordssss, you fatuoussss glyptodont. You have no way out of thissss predicament.>
Martin: <Meet Craig. If you're wondering why he sounds like that, it's an accent thing. You get ussssed to it.>
Craig the Seviper: <Not cool, caprine. I don't mock your acc<long s sound>ent. Meh, Mammals. But I'll deal with thisss microaggresssion later. Time to clear the air of that chestnut smell. And maybe not get usss all killed midair.>
Mistress: ~Shall I give you the rundown? Telepathically, of course.~
Craig: <Do what mussst be done, but prioritissse Gaia'sss treatment. I have a threat to neutralisssse.>
Mistress: ~He wants to negotiate, though.~
Craig: <FFFFine.>
Mistress: ~Well, if we must start negotiating, Castanea here as they're called came in with their trainer, who's dressed as a supervillain knockoff of Ms. Gaia.~
Craig: <Plagiarissssm, how sssshameful.>
Mistress: ~They accuse our trainers of appropriating something that belonged to her. Which is downright hypocritical given who our supervillain wannabe is related to. Or shall we mention her Uncle Paul's dirty laundry?~
Taipan: Mistress, am I hearing this right, mentally? Is she—
Mistress: ~Now, we can probably work out a compromise here. You stay put and cease your destruction on our cool airplane and cool it with the misplaced self-righteous claptrap and we can clarify the return of the goods you accused us of taking. Seriously, we seize so many things from thieves these days that it's a nightmare giving them all back. ~
Edited by MasterJayAM on Jul 18th 2021 at 6:18:37 PM
Not A Lawyer
Wild Area - With Radon/Aurelia
-Ferrum lets out another chuckle.-
Ferrum: Didn'tcha hear me the first time? I ain't gonna hurt you unless you make me. And I would've thought that having been brought up receiving the finest of educations in a robust bastion of learning, you could've guessed why we're here.
-One of his gloved hands snaps forward to grab Aurelia's wrist.-
Ferrum: You're coming back to the School with us. For what it's worth? I'd recommend coming quietly. Since if you struggle, then shit gets broken, and I expect you know how the School feels about damaged goods. Easier to just toss 'em out and replace 'em, isn't it?
J-Con 2021 - Fortune Booth
-Lucius gives a bitter chuckle as the Fortuneteller reveals his card.-
Lucius: Heh. And look at where it got me. Things would be a lot better for me and everyone else if I'd never managed to convince myself that somehow I of all people could be a hero. What was I fucking thinking?
-He shakes his head.-
Lucius: Alright, gotta admit you're pretty good at this whole cold reading business. What's next?
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
Dunsparce Cloud
Wild Area
Brie: Oh, the entrance is right here, but uh, yeah, I mean, if you heard something, we should probably try and find it...maybe split up?
Wyndon, J-con
Apple-A-Day: Oh....
-they look perturbed, inasmuch as someone can look perturbed with no facial features visible-
And yeah. I guess. They're not the only one lately who's been weirdly obsessed with me, so it's kind of odd.
Stormchaser, Ranger's Lair
Quibilah: <Sure. Je ne sais quoi.>
-several Dunsparce babies pile onto Igor, who is new and warm-
Quibilah: (eyeing Igor with a little suspicion, but talking to Tagg) <Yeah, Every put together a few models of Dunsparce armor back in the day. She's mostly lost interest— I think robotics was a passing fad for her.>
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Some Rando
Defiant Wing
A little distracted by her own disappointment, Lamb is doused in the Scald, the fading Drought both reducing the water and making it that much hotter.
It was incredibly uncomfortable, like an itchy blanket, never mind the concussive force that had her injured to the extent that she didn't get up, simply weakly pointing a finger at her adversaries, two Confuse Rays flying at them.
Empty Table
<...Y'know no matter how many these kinds of shopkeepers turn up,> Roy observed. <it's never any less surprising.>
"Well, that's how it be," Kendall shrugged. "Let's do a different thing," he offered, reaching for his Sun Stone in contemplation.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
Flying Colors
The Fortune Booth — Hoops
Fortuneteller: Heh. Servant of fate and only fate, I'm afraid. But good luck! There's a whole convention waiting for you.
-They gesture toward the other booths, and in the slightest moment that Hoops might look away, there is a spotless, empty table left.-
The Fortune Booth — Evelyn and Ian
Fortuneteller: Of course, of course, friend. I'm happy to shed some light on anyone's fate. Speaking of!
-They return the three cards to the deck and glance at Ian-
Fortuneteller: Did you still want yours as well?
The Fortune Booth — Lucius
-The Fortuneteller raises a quizzical eyebrow at Lucius, still smiling as they turn over the second card. The image is a somewhat mosaic-style card, composed of hundreds of colored square tiles. The card's current upright position makes these a rolling thundercloud over a vast ocean, lightning striking in the center, and flecks of rainbow gleaming all throughout the cloud.-
Fortuneteller: The card of your present is the Storm. You're going through turbulent times, it seems, and it certainly sounds like it from your commentary. You're restless, things seem dark and hopeless, and it almost seems like there's no solace in sight. But if you look closely, you can find the bright spots, signs of hope; but you need to allow yourself to.
Defiant Wing — Poison and Ivy
-Rogue relaxes somewhat as the airship stabilizes. At the same time, the antidote seems to start to kick in, and they finally release their grip on the Poisoner's arm.-
Rogue: Excellent. Depths of Distortion, that hurts.
-They gently tap Gaia's body with the side of their foot, just enough to initiate enough of an Aura transfer to wake her up, and then does the same for Rosemaster. As they do, they turn on the comm in their helmet, to speak to all of the Aurabolts on the ship.-
Rogue: Now, as I understand it, the one that our dear Macraul triplets are looking for is Suiko. As I understand it, a number of the Aurabolts are familiar with her, and her civilian identity. The first thing I'd like to ask, in that case, is if — knowing the face beneath the leaf hat — it at all seems characteristic that they would attack — or, as I understand it, maliciously pester — Abilene Macraul.
-They continue going around to wake anyone else up the same way, if they are in fact unconscious.-
Rogue: The second thing I'd like to ask is if you want to risk betraying their trust by exposing said identity, if it turns out they're innocent. Which they may not be, but they may be. But if we decide we want to, it may significantly shift the outcome of this encounter, based on reputation.
-They finish revitalizing the room as Vinjcafex finally catches up (Hatterene are not fast 😔)-
Rogue: The third thing I'd like to ask, Jackal included, is... what the fuck, guys?
Not A Lawyer
J-Con - With Apple-A-Day
-Lissa tilts her head at Apple-A-Day.-
Lissa: ...This a common problem for you? Feels like it's got you pretty consternated. Or something has, anyway. Then again, if you go around wearing a mask and a weird apple costume all the time then it's kinda only natural that you'll get people wondering who you are. You don't need to worry about that with me, though. I prefer to save my speculation for mysteries that actually matter. Like who the hell looked at the Emperor's wrinkly ass and decided "yeah, I'm dtf".
J-Con - Fortune Booth
-Lucius arches an eyebrow at the Storm card.-
Lucius: ...Are you a fortune teller or a therapist? 'Cause you really seem to be giving the latter a try for some reason, not that it's doing much good. I see what I see, and I'm not about to try and delude myself by closing my eyes and telling myself there could be bright spots out there I just missed. Stick to the day job. Fortune telling, at least, you can do.
Defiant Wing - With Roguemaster, far past
-As it turns out, Gaia is drained of Aura to a downright unhealthy degree for someone who's practically made of the stuff, and so Rogue's transfer is only barely able to ignite a flicker of consciousness. For someone as determined to cling to life as Gaia, however, a flicker is enough.-
Gaia: Grnnnnngghhh...
-Slowly, she hauls herself to her feet, supporting herself against the bulkhead with one arm as she takes stock of the situation.-
Gaia: ...Figured... Macraul. Came as... aggressors. Murderous intent. You know... Suiko. Story... doesn't add up. Not time to... negotiate, time to end-
-She is interrupted by a hacking cough that coats the inside of her visor with blood, doubling her over and almost leaving her unconscious on the floor once again.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 19th 2021 at 10:14:01 AM
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
like christ, but with more nails
J-Con
-two men are standing in front of a banner for the upcoming J-Team Movie (as yet unnamed)-
???: Still cannot believe that Sabrina backed out. -tsks- Now we have to make do with a stodgy little nobody from Fiore who hasn't half the acting chops. -lowers voice- And can't pose for a damn promotional photo, honestly. She looks like a paralyzed Spinda. And that hair.
Kamon: -absently- Aria's a fine actor.
???: -snorts- Not in that horrid TV serial two years ago, she wasn't. What a wet blanket. Those producers of yours - well, you know I don't like to disparage the talent, angel, but even you have to admit they dropped the ball with the casting on this one.
Kamon: Might nip out for a smoke.
Elsewhere at J-Con
Channah: -looking at a banner for the upcoming J-Team Movie (as yet unnamed)- ...I thought I've felt all the subtle shades of mortification in my life, but seeing a prettier version of myself on a movie poster is evoking a whole new kind right now.
Jack: <It's the AU where everyone wears 5 pounds of makeup all the time!>
Channah: That'd probably be better than whatever bullshit plot this is supposed to be.
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Isle of Armor
Seeing a chance to play dirty- get it, because, ground-
...
Anyway Friendo uses Dig themself, aiming to meet Vee underground and do.. something? They don't know, they haven't planned that far ahead yet.
Now Daydre has sand in her mouth, which she tries to spit out. The sand is simply replaced by more sand the next time she tries to talk.
"Oh, so it-" -cough- "it's war-" -sputter- "it's war, you say?!!"
Somewhere in the clouds of sand being thrown around Daydre releases troublesome. He takes one look around, smiles, jumps into the air far higher than an elephant made of metal should be able to, and comes back down with a sand-muffled thud. This manages to kick up a big spray of sand, to go with the sand already flying around.
J-Con
Daydre is here! Though she looks slightly different than usual. Rowan is walking beside her.
Rowan: <You know, it doesn't count as illusion practice if you're using that amulet.>
"Shush."
... Nominally, she's doing this to avoid J-fans recognizing her, but both she and Rowan know the real reason.
"... Man, seeing merch of real people you actually know is as weird as ever."
Rowan: <I'm still kinda confused as to why we're here. I guess there's the novelty factor, but wouldn't that have worn off after the first time?>
"I dunno, excuse to go outside? Maybe see if there's stuff of Megan? Actually that's a little weird, I'm retracting that. Otherwise I'm not totally s- oh hey, fortune teller."
Daydre readily takes the opportunity to distract herself and makes a beeline for the Fortuneteller.
off the shits
"The Captain is currently indisposed," Bishop's voice echoed throughout the room, "He's currently under attack by a heracross attempting to spear him. Thank Arceus we upgraded the plating in his armor. He will be available once he and his team handle that... or if one of our invaders feels kind enough to call them off."
There was a whirring of servos and a door opened, in walked a robotic form, "I am here to take the commander as needed," it said.
Silas and Roxy blinked behind their helmets and looked over and saw Axis. Silas tilted his head a bit, while Roxy let out a laugh and stepped forward.
"He made them himself, they are made of genuine metal. Long story, and Hello. I'm Roxy Ribeon-Grant, this is Silas Grant."
Silas waved, "Hello."
Edited by EchoingSilence on Jul 18th 2021 at 7:44:51 AM
pain peko
Oblivion Wing
-Jessica staggers out of a hallway, leaning on her hammer, bloody and bruised.-
Jessica: "Well, she is - a Macraul. I think in general they deserve it."
-She coughs, flattening her ears.-
Jessica: "I ain't giving up her identity. And...going to space was a little fucked up, yeah. We could've died a bit. No offense, Jackie."
-...-
Jessica: "Well now I just feel bad."
Isle of Armor
-Shaun just winks at Mason, also blushing, and kiss him another trademark Kiss On The Cheek.-
-Shaun does that...a lot, actually. Full of love, bi of sexual, dumb of ass.
J-Con
Shaun: "Hard to believe the J-Team's only been around for ten years."
Jessica: "Eh."
-She produces plushies of Shaun and Mason and starts smacking them together, face-first.-
Jessica: "Now kiss!"
-Shaun just shakes his head and looks around the con, eyeing the various panels and stalls this year.-
Shaun: "Is that an anime girl Stormchaser???"
Edited by SwiftSeraph on Jul 18th 2021 at 9:52:00 AM
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"
Priest of the Temple of Syrinx
J-Con— Axis' Section
Tekkan: <Gen-u-ine metal? Well, that's really impressive! Delighted to meet you both!>
Axis: "Same here. Axis Hunter. It's nice to meet both of you. Forgive Tekkan, he's a bit... overeager, to say the least."
Tekkan: <Forgive my Trainer, for that matter! They're a massive Homestuck!> (he points to their shirt)
(Axis blushes.)
Axis: "Well... yes. I-if you couldn't tell..."
Hi, I’m oghond, and I’m a Rushaholic. Sorry if I annoy you unintentionally. 😅
Flying Colors
The Fortune Booth — Daydre
-The Fortuneteller (for whom we will use a capital F) waves at Daydre as she rushes toward the booth.-
Fortuneteller: Aha, hello, hello! An excited soul, I see. I take it you're interested in my fortunetelling services? There's no price but your time and your fate, friend.
The Fortune Booth — Lucius
-The Fortuneteller shrugs.-
Fortuneteller: There are far better therapists than I, certainly. The cards have meaning, and I'm reading them; it's you whom they resonate with.
-As they talk, they flip over the final card — the struggle with the golden locket again. This time, it is the dark specter that is upright, wounds dripping with mercury. The ruddy, orange rust on the locket is prominent, and in its current orientation, its silhouette is less reminiscent of a heart and more of an arrowhead.-
Fortuneteller: ...The card of your future is Venom. You will be... drawn, to something that claws at you like an addiction. An object or substance, perhaps, but also perhaps it's just... a feeling, an emotion, a vicious cycle you struggle to escape from.
-They look up from the cards and at Lucius's face.-
Fortuneteller: These cards don't tell destiny. They give predictions — or, when there's a particularly bleak reading, they're warnings. Things to be aware of. Things to look out for. Moments where you need to decide to take fate into your own hands. There is a reason my cards have two faces.
-They briefly turn the card around, making the redheaded individual upright, making the golden locket appear heart-shaped again, and displaying the card's name — Heart — before turning it back around again to the initial reading.-
Fortuneteller: Do you understand me, Mr. Cain?
Dunsparce Cloud
Wyndon, J-con
Apple-A-Day: Oh, I mean, people wonder who I am all the time. That's sort of the point. People assuming who I am is new. Especially when I've already met the person everyone keeps confusing me for, and they're the least like me of anyone I've ever met.
...Well, except this Lucy I guess.
-they stare at Lissa-
I think you took the wrong messages from that movie. But to be fair, there were definitely no right ones.
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Not A Lawyer
J-Con 2021 - With Apple-A-Day
Lissa: Hey, at least I got more messages out of that movie than the fucking writers ever did. And honestly I'd consider it a point of pride to be nothing like Lucy.
-She gives a faint grin, before pausing and shaking her head.-
Lissa: ...No, that's not fair. He's not a bad guy, once you get to know him. Helped me out of a real low spot once. The thing is... actually, I don't really know where I was going with this. First impressions can be deceiving or something, I guess?
J-Con 2021 - Fortune Booth
-It's hard to tell beneath the facepaint, but as the Venom card is drawn, what little colour there is in Lucius's skin seems to drain - not from the description the Fortuneteller gives, however, but from the image upon the card itself. It takes him a moment to speak.-
Lucius: ...How do you know my name?
Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 18th 2021 at 4:19:39 PM
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
Flying Colors
The Fortune Booth — Lucius
-As Lucius finally looks up from the card, he meets an empty chair. As he looks back down, he meets an empty table.-
The Wanderer
J-Con
-Spotting the J-Team poster in the same general area-
Is that supposed to be Channah? It looks... off.
...Stuff about them using our likenesses aside, did they whitewash me?
Pugh: -Confused- <But he doesn't look white?>
Hitodama: <It means they got an actor that's lighter-complexioned than Tagg is.>
Pugh: <Oh...>
-Beat-
<Should I punch it?>
Tempting but destroying the poster would attract too much attention.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Dunsparce Cloud
Wyndon, J-Con
Apple-A-Day: I guess. It's good to know he's not completely awful.
...That was still needlessly rude. Even if I was whoever he meant! There was no call for any of that. But I guess if I ever really need a hand, I'll keep him in mind.
-they shrug-
-between a few people is visible a great deal of electric blue-
Apple-A-Day: Oh! That's Percy, come on!
-they wait politely for the crowd to move before bolting towards her-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
No voice to cry suffering
Defiant Wing, far past
-Wing infosphere-
Wisp: -giggling- <I don't have a Trainer, silly!> -flitting about, at the end of her leash- <I've got a Logan! Remember~>
-she looks through the screens at the oncoming ocean, frowning-
Wisp: -frown- <Megan'd be nice here, huh?>
-seeing Hayon charge up, feeling Jackal grab hold—-
Heracross: <Mess with the best—>
-the Heracross tries to heave Jackal overhead into Hayon's pummeling path-
Heracross: <Die like the r—>
-weakened as she is, split as the attack is—Lamb's Confuse Ray doesn't quite take effect, but distracts the both of the insects enough so they plow into each other-
Heracross: <Wh—hey!>
Totem!Araquanid: -splutter-
-a moment's enough-
-whether or not Jackal gets punched, that Heracross definitely is-
-the Araquanid then tries to absorb a wide-open Lucario into a Bubble and start chowing down-
-Castanea seems...wary, but allows Rogue to touch Rosemaster with neither crushing nor maiming-
-Rosemaster's Aura…-
-diminished though it may be, it holds more than traces of-
-that substance, that Megan ingested, a few months and several health status updates ago-
(-not that Rogue knows who that is, officially-)
-and then something behind the mask flickers to awareness, just slightly-
Rosemaster: —
-...and then more significantly as she shoves a Reviver Seed down her own throat, jolting like she chugged down a bottle of lightning-
Rosemaster: -to Gaia, unsteady- okay first of all….fuck you,
Castanea: <Careful—!>
-she squirms sufficiently to fall out of Castanea's grasp, faceplanting on the floor of the Wing-
Rosemaster: -facedown- and secondly,
-her normally dark dark green Obscura's swirling with colors like an oil slick (thanks Rogue), melding shakily with the shadows on the ground-
Rosemaster: -waving a finger toward Gaia's bloody mask- fffffuck you,
-...how is she pointing the right way?-
-a construct like a trellis starts trying to push her up into fighting trim, to...negligible effect-
(-...narration would've stated it's in rather healthier amounts, but very little about current goings-on seems healthy, Auric supplement or no-)
Rosemaster: I think Suiko made her opinion on her quite clear
Rosemaster: since that particular Delcatty's not getting back in the bag
-she coughs, de-ingesting no small amount of blood herself—...somewhat concerning for someone who can't reconstitute themself quite so quickly, if not easily-
Rosemaster: she left a Stealth Rock shrapnel bomb to explode in my face
Rosemaster: she's going to die.
P!Poisoner: Or maybe just maybe hear them out, dear Abby?
Rosemaster: -hack- Don't fucking call me that, Pern.
P!Poisoner: Oof.
Castanea: <I await your command, Rosemaster.>
-toward Craig- <...without complaint, unlike some pestilent protobothrops.>
Rosemaster: ...hold, Castor. If they wish to return
-stifling a grunt of pain- ...the stolen goods, better to them. I'd like to meet my would-be killer face to face. I'm open to.
-exhale, raspy- ...negotiation, at this juncture.
Castanea: <Understood.>
Rosemaster: I doubt any Macraul, related to yours truly or no, is unaware that the clothes they wear are musty and outdated as hell. It isn't as though I don't expect retribution for the same, why do you think I've threaded your "cool airplane" with high-yield fruity explosive.
-...-
Rosemaster: -breathing heavily- She wishes I was plagiarising her. She fucking wishes.
Stormchaser, Ranger's Lair
-Igor is rather less soft than Hiro, though his edges have been worn down by time-
Igor: -peeking up- <Oh...hello.>
-he is, indeed, warm-
-however awkwardly, knows how to treat things with the delicacy due recent creations-
Igor: <Greetingth, little oneth.>
(-and hums with inner electricity like the Stormchaser herself-)
Dr. Ironspine: -waving a paw- <I've lost all interest. Come back with a project for me that's original.>
Addie: <Literally no one asked you to try.>
Dr. Ironspine: <My dear Addie, when has that ever stopped me?>
-at a lack of a response, Logan sort of...withers slightly, though their smile doesn't wane-
Hiro: Well, now that you've become acquainted with Logan's nest of shame—
Logan: -pivot, splutter- Hiro??
Hiro: Calling it like I see it, Lo—anything you want to try, with it?
-he holds up a little light for closer inspection-
Hiro: Or should we leave them to their, uh, business.
Logan: Why are you saying it like that. You don't need to say it like that.
Hiro: -shrug- What do you mean? You're not being very specific.
Logan: are you trolling me
No mind to think. No will to break.
Flying Colors
Defiant Wing
Rogue: ...Okay. Okay then. All right, Abby, let's run through the facts real quick.
-They stretch their previously-poisoned wrist as they pace, even though that is almost certainly not the proper way to tend to it.-
Rogue: Suiko may be exactly as guilty as you believe. If she is, the wise thing would have been to assassinate her. Spy on her, find out where she sleeps, be in and out. What you did instead was find the Defiant Wing's location, and... unceremoniously ripped out a computer. Inhabited by a Porygon, who proceeded to alert all of us. And, most damning, Suiko wasn't here while you did it, so congratulations, you failed every step thus far. But moving on!
-pace pace-
Rogue: Scenario one. Miraculously, you made it off the airship without conflict after such a flagrant error. Congratulations again, Abby, you now have a whole team of enemies, rather than merely one, who has experienced no retribution thus far! Excellent progress.
-pace pace pace-
Rogue: Scenario two. You wake us up, we attack you, you bomb the airship, killing us all. I don't need to explain the scenario where you die as well, because obviously nothing is gained, and Suiko is still out there. So for this thought exercise, let's say you miraculously survive and escape as the rest of us plunge to our fiery, watery, and/or grassy demise. Congratulations! You're a multiple-time hero-killer, Abby! And, I suppose, killer of one wanted criminal. Ex-wanted criminal. I'm certain Light fucking Yagami would be proud of you for that one.
-They turn toward Rosemaster.-
Rogue: This is where the possibilities split further, Madame Macraul. Let's use an A-B-C scheme for these. Scenario A!
-They hold up a finger on their good hand.-
Rogue: In Scenario A, Suiko is innocent. Completely innocent. Mistaken identity, framed, whatever. What does she take away from this? That the nefarious Rosemaster, Pernicious Poisoner, and... whoever the last one of you is, killed some number of her friends that I don't have the patience to count accurately right now. So she swears revenge, and makes it her duty to bring you to justice — perhaps with the aid of, I dunno, the Rangers, or hell, the combined ire of the J-Team. And all the while, the real person responsible is still at large. Is that what you wanted, Abby?
-Second finger.-
Rogue: Scenario B. Suiko is exactly who you think she is: an evil mastermind, masquerading as a hero to get a good reputation. She's just succeeded in killing off the Aurabolts with the most braindead scapegoat plan I've ever encountered, and wouldn't you know it, she's still out there. Is that what you wanted, Abby?
-Third finger-
Rogue: Scenario C. This one, you actually get what you want! Because in this scenario, Suiko did it, but was not acting of her own free will. Maybe she was coerced, or flat-out controlled. She hears of what happened, she remembers that it was her hands that did the deed, and now her friends are dead because of her. Now she descends into a depressive spiral, and goes inactive — shutting herself off emotionally, turning herself in to the police, or worse. Suiko is no more! But— get this— her manipulator gets off scot-free.
-They walk up to Rosemaster, eyes seeming to burn.-
Rogue: You're quite lucky you ended up in Scenario Three, the timeline where someone was civil enough to facilitate negotiations. I want you to understand going forward, just how little ground you have to stand on. How much ground crumbled beneath your feet with every step of this plan. Is that what you wanted, Abby? Did you get what you came for? Did you win?
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Jul 19th 2021 at 4:16:25 AM
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Wild area
Florence: <I dunno. I don't think I heard it. Maybe it was all in your head.>
Cecelia teleports in.
Cecelia: ~Did anyone here hear someone crying for help with telepathy?~
Loki: <I guess it was in people's heads, but in a different way.>
Florence: <Okay yeah, we should probably try and help. Let's go!>
J-con
Radium pulls Kal over to a merchandise stand and pulls out a pair of tacky looking sunglasses.
Radium: <You should wear these!>
Kal: But... Why?
Radium: <I heard apparently people can identify people like us by our purple eyes. You can't see eyes behind sunglasses!>
Kal: Erm... Pretty sure anyone coming from the school for me would know what I look like, glasses or no. I think a pair like these would attract more attention anyway.
Radium: <Ok fine. I still think we should get you a nice pair of sunglasses sometime.>
Edited by QuantumMelody29 on Jul 19th 2021 at 10:21:02 AM
I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.
Not A Lawyer
J-Con 2021 - With Apple-A-Day
-Lissa shrugs again.-
Lissa: Eh, I wouldn't say you have to go that far. You're right, after all. My boss still can't stand him either, ever since... well, not really the time to get into that. Let's just go meet your friend, yeah?
-She sifts through the crowd with practised ease as she follows Apple-A-Day towards Percy.-
J-Con 2021 - Fortune Booth
-Lucius blinks at the empty table where the Fortuneteller used to be, then runs his hands down his face.-
Lucius: ...Now that's definitely an Ever move. Probably just trying to mess with me again. I know how this scam works. I gave away too much, and they had a fucking field day with it. Stupid... where can you get a drink in this place? I swear, never letting myself fall for that one again...
-He gets up and goes in search of the aforesaid drink, still muttering to himself.-
Defiant Wing - With Roguemaster, far past
-Rogue's speech seems like an eminently logical breakdown of all possible outcomes, and under normal circumstances Gaia would be impressed by the effort at de-escalation. Unfortunately, these aren't normal circumstances. Instead, Gaia manages to straighten herself up and pushes off the bulkhead to jab a wavering, white-gloved finger at Rosemaster, her left arm still dangling limp and useless by her side.-
Gaia: No, fuck... you. Lucky... Rogue is... feeling diplomatic. Had my way... would toss you off this ship... myself. Still got... fight in me yet.
-Politifact says: MOSTLY FALSE.-
Gaia: ...Liar, too. I was... first. You wish... you were me.
Edited by Herbert40k on Jul 19th 2021 at 5:12:54 PM
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
J-Con, Fortune Stand
Hoops: A safe place? That does sound kind of nice. I just need to find it, I suppose. Thanks, weird Giratina servant.
Battle Outside Hammerlocke [TS]
Hoops: Api, you need to -
Api: <I will do nothing!>
He spreads his arms and allows the Air Slash to hit him dead on, creating a small explosion. When the smoke clears, he is not showing any reaction to the damage, aside from several small scuff marks on his carapace.
Api: <I will not flee from pain like a coward!>
Nin: <Right here.>
Hoops: Api, counter attack by using Cross Poison on Sud! Nin, get in close to Tot and keep using Fury Cutter!
Api brings up his claws and forms an X of purple energy, which he throws in the direction of Sud. Nin's claws glow red again and she flies faster than ever towards Tot, preparing to slash at him.