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-she's fascinated, really, she just doesn't look it-
"I never liked school myself."
:Jade: "...Right, this place barely has any Rocket anymore."
"...That sounds. Nice. Good change of pace from my home timeline."
-A blue-clad enby with white hair sits next to Xaster, accompanied by a Mr. Rime-
-The whirlpool Ritchie summoned spits out Gordie's Stonjourner, all dizzy and spiral-eyed before collapsing face-first onto the battlefield.-
Referee: STONJOURNER IS UNABLE TO BATTLE!
-Gordie sighs and calls Stonjourner back to his Poké Ball.-
Evelyn: Now, Mirai! Use Psychic!
Me: Ritchie, use Peck!
Melony: Eiscue, darling. Use Icy Wind!
-Melony's Eiscue flaps their wings and whips up a chilly wind which they direct at Mirai and Ritchie. Mirai's eyes glow a bright pink as she surrounds Ritchie in psychic energy, winding up to throw Ritchie at the other Penguin Pokémon.-
Evelyn: Th-that power...
Me: Dio learned Guillotine...
Piku-chan: <This is going to be interesting!>
Hatty: <GO KIM! SHOW MARNIE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!>
-Ian and Evelyn look over at Kim and smile.-
Evelyn: Of course we'll be present.
Me: We'll always be there for you.
Evelyn: -telepathically to Cof- ~Unfortunately, I haven't seen Scanners, but if what happens should I fail is as bad as you're implying, then I'll have to work quickly.~
Evelyn: Those voices...
-Evelyn then notices Hoops* on the ground, curled up into a ball. She then moves to hug them and keep them warm against the coldness of their insecurities.-
Evelyn: These voices are those of your insecurities and your doubts, aren't they?
-Ian and Evelyn watch as the tree is knocked down and turned into a bridge and then followed Olivia and the rest of the crew across it.-
Me: Hey! Wait for us!
Evelyn: We're part of this plotline too!
-Evelyn stops in her tracks, standing perfectly still, like she's in a trance.-
Me: Evelyn-san... Daijoubudesuka?Translation Evelyn... Are you okay?
Evelyn: There's something about the trees... it's like they're beckoning to us...
Me: It would stand to reason that you'd know the call of the trees* Lucky I didn't call it "the call of nature"...... but what are they beckoning to us for?
Evelyn: I don't know... but it's probably important.
-Krypton bows with respect to Igor, as though it were a karate match. Dr. Azala chuckles at Cassander's remark of not testing Krypton's jumping ability indoors.-
Dr. Azala: Well, I'd most certainly hope not.
-Then the subject is changed to the next test.-
Dr. Azala: Ah, yes. Oganesson, was it? I'm sure they and Krypton will do a great job with the test.
Dr. Azala: Remind me again, Cassander. What are Oganesson's powers?
Chiyo: -To Risky- You'd like this School even less.
I'm guessing Team Rocket managed to take over the world where you're from?
Who is this and how did they get inside this text chat?
Shortly before exiting the great hall, Igor turns around bows back in response to the schoolchild's gesture, then exits. He doesn't especially like getting attached to the testing-line assets, but simple gestures do tend to keep them compliant.
Cassander turns to Dr. Azala once more, and responds.
Cassander: The last one of this year's batch was a wild experiment with a DNA sample I personally acquired. It led to quite the altercation in Opelucid. Apparently, someone who seems not too unlike your handiwork here decided that a lock of hair from a noblewoman's castle belonged to the museum. And he thought I was after something as trite as a jeweled box.
He chuckles, then clears his throat.
Cassander: Let the museum keep its trinket. The real jewel is in the hair. It contained not one but two DNA samples, which we've assumed belonged to the noblewoman and her intended. A sappy love story for some, no doubt, but an opportunity to find the truth in legend. The noblewoman was ascribed several dark powers. Fairy stories exaggerated by retelling, but one we found to have a grain of truth. Lady Maria was indeed a powerful psychic. And she and her lover proved a very fruitful genetic template to build upon. The boy can create illusions the likes of which I have seldom seen. Staff have reported sensory illusions that feel, smell, and sometimes even taste real.
He pauses and drinks.
Cassander: It did come with an unfortunate side effect. Oganesson has a peculiar fondness for meat dipped in blood. Don't ask how we figured out. It was disgusting. It seems his physiology seems to demand a lot of iron in his diet. The boar hunt is both a test and a means of ensuring compliance. Oganesson wanted something other than the iron-enriched paste. I offered that hunt them himself.
Cassander, ever proud of the mention of the hunt, then points to their meal. Noticeably, the feast was mostly pork products.
Cassander: He also took a liking to food preparation. All the pork products you see before you were carved and prepared by him personally. Enrichment that keeps his mind active and focused.
Scarlette: Oh, damn, really? That sucks.
Yed: <The villain quit, just like that? Where is the justice?>
Reaver: Yeah, apparently the bastard wanted to save face after pulling that stunt in Wyndon.
-Reaver snorts irritably-
Reaver: Stealing some bullshit from some stuffy art gallery, then immediately dropping out from the League tournament right at the end? Wouldn't be doing that if you were innocent all along.
-A Houndoom next to Scarlette and Yed grumbles inaudibly.-
Scarlette: Hmm? Did you say something, Tartarus?
Reaver: Oh boy, you're talking to your dogs again.
Tartarus the Houndoom: <...Said I'm skeptical. Doesn't seem like stuff the original Rogue would've done.>
Scarlette: Well, whatever the case is, it's a bummer. I was looking forward to beating their ass alongside Mason's.
Mason: Uh, hold on—
-The two of them glance toward a third individual showing up.-
Mason: Yeah, uh, I'm thinking of dropping out too. For other reasons, not for villain antics reasons.
-Scarlette raises an eyebrow.-
Scarlette: Man, you too?
Mason: Well, uh. I got to talking with Percy — er, old school friend — and even though she said she was all for me shining in the spotlight, it got me really thinking more about it. I think something like the Sinnoh League would suit me better, with it being a lot quieter.
Scarlette: Damn. But good luck with whatever you do try to do!
Mason: Mm. Thanks, I guess.
Reaver: So, it'll just be between the two of us, huh? I'm not leaving. I'm in it to win it.
Scarlette: You're in it to get second place, that's for sure.
-Reaver frowns, and elbows Scarlette.-
-they listen in fascinated horror at that theory of scarf function, and make mental notes to mention it to their friends-
-the ones that'll undoubtedly will go on to do unspeakable things with it-
Logan: -shrug- Honestly? I don't think it is that hard-line. All of those things I mentioned are, constructed, from what I remember.
-they carefully take the scarf back, holding it in their still-human hands-
Logan: I'm sure with some time and effort, they could be constructed differently.
Logan: Not that that's really my priority, there's some more pressing stuff taking up my attention. But it's good to keep in mind. ^_^;
-to weird friends-
Logan, Addie: -drink-
Logan: It happens. ^_^
Logan: -sip- Mercifully not often, and hopefully not more than to me and a few people I know.
Addie: <C'est la vie...rarely.> u_u
-and the unbridled joy of mutual acquaintances-
-Addie visibly restrains herself from spitting out her Gatrade—no matter how dramatically appropriate it is, she abhors a mess-
-Logan just giggles, bright-
Logan: She's my nemesis. ^_^ ✨
-they say, with no negative intonation-
-they pull out the Ultra Ball containing the Dracozolt of the pair, holding it up for inspection-
-she grabs him by the head, one palm to each temple-
Parfait: -her forehead to his- <Everything you remember. Strengths. Weaknesses. Their names. Their faces. Last words.>
-Hiro blinks once, twice-
-and closes his eyes, beginning to mutter to himself-
-he goes on for minutes—his voice taking on the unique tenor of one suffused with flame-
-the ones he killed. the ones he lost-
-Adelinde's—despite what he said, what Adelinde was like, in person-
-kids. staff. Ever themself, arriving to help-
Parfait: -eventually- <...Archived.>
-she slumps against the wall, taking a palmful of rainbow fire and trickling it into her wounds-
-Hiro clicks off the recorder on his Pokédex, going limp-
-he's still crying—started again near the beginning of his record and didn't stifle or hide it for the sake of clearer speech-
Hiro: I think I will have enough of silence in the days to come.
-the fires burning him for falsehood have abated over this—already they begin to scab over-
Hiro: -weary, bone-deep- You are…a good person. I would like to hope as much as you.
I am sorry that you have involved yourself in this.
From: Oh, You Know
"Cloud": ...there is no way that that name's who I think it is, so I'm going to ignore that.
"Bug": Huh?? Who're ☁ you talking 🗣 to?? 😮
"Cloud:" Why are you texting me you are Right Next To Me
Masked!Pollen: <...also. how are you texting. You don't have hands>
Masked!Thespi: How're you reading and typing when your eyes aren't made for that, huh? 🤔
Suiko: This place—
Masked!Thespi: Plot convenience!! 😄
Suiko: -running her hand on a graffiti'd pillar- —is of thought more than fact. Simple perhaps for language conveyed.
Hecate: -to Thespi- ~You must join the Thieves on their quest. For all that they hide, their cause is just. Victory will be impossible alone.~
"Bug": Language!! 🤬
"Suiko": Well, we didn't get dragged here. "Here" being...a really creepy city. We got dragged to an app download screen and accepted the Terms and Conditions to get here of our own free will. Like anyone reads those things.
"Bug": wait how did you get small text in a chat
"Cloud": These don't come with an emoji keyboard!
"Bug": I don't have the slightest 💭 idea what you're talking 😇about.
"Suiko": Are you the Phantom Thieves?
-Going over the texts with a certain someone-
...So do you think it could possibly be your Batch's Osmium? I should add you to the J-Chat now that I think about it.
Chiyo: -Shakes head- Oh no, my Osmium's powers weren't like that, he's, well, I'll introduce you to Abe when the time is right. Him and the other survivors I know from our Batch, we're mostly kinda scattered for obvious reasons, together we're just too juicy a target. But now that we're taking the fight to the School, it might just be necessary.
Yeah I get you.
-Looking at pictures taken of the house-
Since you're a fellow Schoolperson, I figured your involvement could be useful since you might have insights that I'd lack.
Chiyo: -Thinking- Ynos may be more willing to talk if I speak with him... or he just thinks I'm a Templar or Alumni like another Schoolperson I met did and it just leads to a fight quicker because I've broken into this Macraul's house.
We don't know whether Morata has taken legitimate pity on him, or is merely using him for her own purposes, but either way we should prepare for the worst. That's the thing about us truants, show us some kindness and many of us will die for you without hesitation. He may very well not care about the circumstances because he's just that loyal to Morata Macraul and will fight us regardless.
Chiyo: I'll help though, whether that's to talk him down, or to subdue him.
If you know of the Velvet Room, then you can probably be trusted. Guess Igor was feeling generous.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 30th 2021 at 2:36:50 PM
not!Daydre takes a deep breath.
Okay, just gotta.. focus on holding this one. Focus.
Obscura bursts around them- an ink cloud released in water that isn't there. Mysteriously transparent to those in it but to those outside it looks like a dark cloud hovering in the warehouse.
Rikuo pops out of not!Daydre's shadow as soon as they're obscured and puts up something of his own, but the edges of the illusion tremble. It's probably not going to hold very long.
Daydre is similarly running out of words to say.
Wait there's- oh, nope it's gone.
She's quiet for a while longer before Megan asks her question.
To which the answer is a very small "Of course"
wait suiko what the hell are you doing here
i mean uh
nah nvm im gonna reiterate what are you doing here
Edited by Daydre on Sep 30th 2021 at 11:58:15 AM
Percy: ...Ah. Well. Sorry for any inconvenience, then. Let's see how they're doing.
-she takes the ball, sending out the contents-
-Ever waits patiently while Hiro does their thing-
-they casually massage a little more Sacred Fire into their throat-
Ever: I would debate all three points, but I think at this juncture it would be churlish.
-they shift over next to Hiro, and put an arm around him-
I don't know if I see the School's agents as so different from the sword I gave you. I can't fault you for your choice of fire. If I'd lost family to them, I'd probably feel the same.
...But I think it's worth tempering them in a different flame for a change.
Stylus rolled his eyes a bit at Talbain's comments, Roxy shrugged, "Much as I like the other form, I much prefer being human. It's... nice, it gave me things I didn't expect to have."
<I'm much more willing to stick like this for longer periods now that my team isn't forcing it on me,> Stylus pointed out.
~We did apologize for that,~ Hacks protested.
Khan shook his head, <Hello, I see riveting conversation is going on in here...>
<Khan is the most recent member, though you already knew that. He's rather intelligent, and has been picking up quite a bit,> Stylus explained.
<I was designed to hunt beasts from another universe, to crush them beneath me, and to adapt to whatever typing my body adapted to, simply put, intelligence was a necessary factor. If only I had more dexterous appendages with which to interact, I would be quite the engineer.>
<Still helped get that helmet off of you,> Stylus said.
Silas ran the pDroid along the backside of the helmet, “You know it isn’t going to be easy,” he commented, “The technology making up this thing is rather brilliant. No seams or screws around here, if we’re to get it off you, I’m gonna have to make use of some laser cutters.”
<Whatever you feel, if it lets me revel in my proper majesty,> Khan responded.
Silas rolled his eyes at the comment, “You know you don’t need to keep that up.”
<Keep what up?> Khan asked.
“The air of superiority act, it’s just me here.”
Khan blinked, <I have no idea what you’re talking about.>
Silas smirked a bit, finding a coupling point and breaking out the laser, “Sure you don’t, see I would get it. Trapped down there, made for a purpose and told you have to be broken to be worth something, you’d project an air of “I’m better than fine” just to avoid having to confront that.”
Khan said nothing for a solid minute, the only sound in the room being the hum of the machinery, and the sound of the laser cutting through the metal of the helmet. Khan grumbled a bit before saying, <Area 13-B, that’s where the coupling for the power supply is.>
Silas nodded, “You know where it was?”
<I saw the schematics a few times, during testing runs where they thought to try and remove it from me… I was still far too powerful for them.>
“I can imagine, you are an attempt to recreate a Legendary, that’s quite the feat.”
<Thus my ego is well deserved,> Khan said a bit smugly.
“Well sure, if it meant anything,” Silas said, “Khan, you don’t need to keep this up, I get the whole reconciling your identity thing. I get falsehoods and bravado, listen to my voice, do you think I can leave this monotone?”
Khan tilted his head and pondered, <Well… no not exactly.>
“Well that’s where you’re wrong, lemme tell ya, it’s payday!” Silas said in a voice distinctly not his own, it was smooth and Galarian and with a tone daring someone to hit him.
Khan whipped his head about and stared, Silas grinned, “I’ve had to practice, emotions are hard for me. I can at least fake em now, I’ve had friends to help me out, help me learn. And that’s what I’m here for.”
<Friends?> Khan asked.
“Friends, family, you’re part of my team, you're part of my clan. You’re with me, and I’m with you until the end of the line,” Silas said.
Khan turned his head back around, Silas slowly cutting through the helmet once more, he smiled a bit beneath, <Friends… I think, I think I’d like that.>
The helmet snapped, falling off in two pieces, Khan shook his head, free of it at last. He felt his power return to full strength… he was ready.
<I’ve been studying the helmet, it’s quite ingenious in a way,> Stylus admitted.
<I’m glad the implement of restricting me is fascinating,> Khan said, his tone showing surprising calm and casualness.
Jackal: Something up, didn’t know this thing had a textchat function.
Jackal: Need a recovery?
In another flash Kendall reappeared, stretching his shoulders and looking at Roxy with a slight smirk.
"Fair enough. I just like being stroked and hugged and whatnot like that. Feels much nicer.
"I mean, the thing about reverse-engineering it is that you'd be able to re-equip it without it limiting you," he offered to Khan.
Before realizing what he had just done in front of him. "Y'know, if you really want to be more dextrous-"
Kamui held out a hand to her trainer, telling him to stop. "He's not yours, don't try too hard."
Xaster sees the trainer with the Mr. Rime, and pulls a book out of their bag that say Galar Pokemon for Dummies on the front. He flips through, brow furrowed, until he reaches the relevant page and quickly reads it. Chu Chu sits on his shoulder and looks at the pictures, not being able to read.
Xaster: Excuse me, is that a Mr. Rime? I've never seen one in person before.
Cof sends a mental image to Evelyn of a man sitting at a desk. A moment later his head explodes in a rather visceral and yet obviously done with limited special effects way.
Cof: Okay, that was from Scanners, and basically that. Except it will be a psychic version of that rather than a physical one.
Hoops* manages to get to their feet.
Hoops*: I'm okay, honestly. I was just taken off guard a but, but I can move. Maybe we should keep moving though.
They gesture towards a tent, where the mouth shows not the inside but a grassy floor. The whispers continue.
Silas took his scarf off and resumed human form, "I got lucky with the fact that Lucario paws are so dexterous."
~That and your prosthetic has been designed to replicate the full range of dexterity,~ Hacks added.
Roxy dug into Silas's bag and pulled out an orange striped scarf, "Hey Khan, try this."
Khan blinked and let the scarf get wrapped around him, with a "BOOMF" noise, the smoke cleared and there he stood. Khan stretched a bit, testing out the range of bipedal motion, "Fascinating," he said, "I don't think I'd stay this way but regardless.
Silas blinked as his brow furrowed, "Hrm. I guess with the voice I should have seen this coming, but I still expected him to be... different."
Roxy shrugged, "Take what you can get."
Khan looked back, "What?"
"Well I just expected you to look different considering the name "Khan" and you look like- Look its not important," Silas admitted.
"To each their own," Kendall allowed. "I mean, I even enjoy throwing down when transformed. Healing's easy enough there's no harm." He chuckled.
"And yeah, We can't exactly predict how someone looks transformed," Kamui offered. "Though, some are lucky and can look how they want. But, not everyone's form fluid as us two."
Roxy handed Khan a mirror, "Interesting... are the eyes supposed this icy blue?"
Roxy blinked and looked closer, observing his eyes, "Huh... Silas. Silvally have cybernetic implants right?"
"Yeah the RKS system, I'm not a biologist so I wouldn't be able to tell how much of a Silvally is cybernetic, but presumably there's some form of connection throughout the body in addition to the genetic engineering," Silas answered.
"Yeah, looking closely, I think Khan's eyes are fake."
Khan blinked, "Excuse me?"
"Your eyes are implants," Roxy said.
Khan wasn't sure what to do with this knowledge.
"Bionic eyes?" Kamui asked.
"Maybe they're contacts," Kendall countered. "Though, now I wonder how the system was translated. Can you still access the system like that?" He approached Khan, walking around him and looking for anything that would clue him in.
"Wait, what-?" Kendall turned to look. "We have to- none of us are- rrgh!"
He bolted, dropping the card and chasing after Gail.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Oct 1st 2021 at 6:36:29 AM
Jade: "They... Have a great deal of influence over Kanto and Johto at LEAST."
Risky: "That's rough."
-To Chiyo- "Yeah, yours sounds like it sucks."
Justice: "Oh, it is!"
Mr. Rime: <Hello there!>
-The trees continue to beckon-
-Neon steps out onto the battlefield, and is greeted by a small boy in a mask-
'Allister: "Uh, hi, nice to meet you..."
Neon: "Uh, hey. Nice to meet you too..."
Allister: "Uh, I like your uniform..."
Neon: "Uh, I like your mask.."
Allister: "T-Thanks, I made it myself..."
Neon: "...Aren't we supposed to be having a Pokemon battle?"
Allister: "Aaaaaaaaaa! Right right hold o-"
Cavendish: <Ah, two shy children, trying to socialize...>
Dakota: <Eh. This is a Pokemon battle, not middle school.>
Xaster: Are you also entering the contest? I mean, sorry, you obviously are, or you wouldn't be sitting here. Have you done many of these have you done?
Chu Chu climbs of his shoulder and stands in front of Mr. Rime.
Chu Chu: <Hi! I've never seen a pokemon like you before. Is your face the part on your head or the part on your stomach? They both kind of look like they could be.>
Justice: I'm pretty new to this! I'm excuited...
Especially because the last thing I tried didn't work out.
Mr. Rime: <Ah, my face is up here! But I had ya going for a second, didn't I?>
Allister: "G-go Dusknoir!"
-A Dusknoir is sent out-
Neon: "Go Fret!"
-Fret is sent out-
Fret: <GALAXY BRAIN ACTIVAAAAAAAAAAAATE!>
-Fret's jaws glow with Obscura as he bites down on the Dusknoir, who lets out a high-pitched squeal and Thunderpunches Fret. Fret responds by slamming the Dusknoir to the ground with his jaws in another Crunch, K Oing it-
Allister: "Ohno. Uh, um, Cursola!"
-A Cursola is sent out-
Neon: "Fret, Crunch again!"
-Fret chomps the Cursola, but recoils as a chunk of it breaks off-
-The Cursola uses its newfound speed to dart to the side and blast Fret with a Shadow Ball-
Fret: <Yeouch! You're slippery dude.>
-Lunges in for another Crunch, K Oing it-
Allister: "No no no... Mismagius!"
-A Mismagius is sent out-
Fret: <Come on, bring it du->
-He is promptly zapped by a Thunderbolt-
-And knocked out-
Cavendish: <Like a bolt from the heavens...>
Dakota: <Talk about divine retribution.>
Edited by Umbramatic on Oct 1st 2021 at 8:04:28 AM
Ann: -Continues onward-
Chiyo: -To Risky- I had to escape them with a bunch of my friends but one was too afraid to leave and the other... didn't make it. Sacrificed himself to give us a chance to escape.
Theoretically we could fly to the crater rather than the palace, but given the trees are beckoning us, we might want to check out what's going on here first.
-Gale follows along with it-
T Ms. Why did I forget about T Ms? Okay this is bad, no clue how long my boy can stand up if every move has type advantage and I'd still need a way to weather the Dynamax. ... Okay nightmare scenario is he stomps the match but concedes...
Max Quake, again.
-A strained note in her voice. Something cold to it as she braces herself for the earth to shake as the move goes off-
Hendrix: -The energy he managed to drain from the Drain Punch manages to keep him from outright fainting, but it does leave him in the low red-
Hendrix will faint after the next hit, but we can go out with style.
Hendrix: <There's a certain irony in using this...>
-Glows red before rushing at Tyrantanoth Rex-
Jade: "Wait, so you were like... Grown in a lab?"
Neon: "G-Go Catty!"
-Catty is sent out-
Catty: <You have desecrated my comrades. You must die.>
Mismagius: <But I'm already dea->
-Is hit with a Stone Edge and K Oed-
Allister: "Not good.... Runeigrus!"
-A Runeigrus is sent out-
Neon: "Ice Shard!"
-A block of ice hits the Runeiigrus' face-
'Runeigrus: <Ow! Could you knock it off?>
-Earthquakes back, which doesn't rattle Catty much as she launches another Ice Shard, K Oing it-
-A Chandelure is sent out-
Neon: "Ha! Get it with an Earthqua-"
Allister "Energy Ball!"
Neon: "Oh no no no Earthquake NOW"
-The two attacks collide-
-And when the dust clears both mons are K Oed-
Cavendish: <A double whammy!>
Dakota: <So much for a clean sweep.>
Chiyo: -To Jade- I wasn't grown in a lab, I was made in one. Grown would imply I have parents, even if they were just a sperm and egg donor, but I didn't.
-Let's out a slight laugh, but it's more of a surprisingly sardonic one from a normally kind-looking face-
We have a joke that our mothers were whatever templates they managed to scrounge up from testing or graverobbing or whatever immoral thing you can think of, and our fathers are the machine that forms us from the templates. I think some of us are more based on specific people than others, but we're all just one big genetic slurry to my understanding.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Oct 1st 2021 at 11:33:05 AM
The Captains of the pirates ate, talked, and observed the area around them. Silas hung back around the kitchen area, observing Gale's reactions, Arthur stood watch over the meeting. The Captains got quiet and Kanako stood up, slowly walking over.
<First of all, compliments to your chef, that was quite the meal,> She said.
Khan pushed everyone off of him, "I'd rather not be observed this way, I am not a test subject."
Silas raised his hands, "Sorry about that, doesn't seem the RKS system has translated over either. This is just a bit weird as I had to get a specially made prosthetic for transforming."
"Yeah, he lost his human arm and we had to replace it."
Khan sighed, "Yes I get that. Quite frankly, perhaps that I am counted as a "legendary" of sorts has something to do with it?"
Silas had to admit that may be the answer.
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