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Moltres: -Buffeted by electrified soundwaves- <No, this can't be!>
-And so the righteous riffs of Hendrix and Ianto's combined strumming makes Moltres unceremoniously fall to the sand-
Muddy: <It's over.>
-Walking over to Moltres-
So, are you ready to see things our way?
Moltres: <Screw you, I'm not joining that lame Council, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do to say otherwise.>
Rakshasa: < ... >
-Suddenly Moltres finds themselves being pressed into the sand by a Gigantamaxed paw as the sky darkers-
<THEY HAVE WON FAIR AND SQUARE, SUCH WAS THE AGREEMENT, AND YOU MUST ABIDE BY IT!!! THERE IS NO ESCAPE, YOU ARE TRAPPED UNDER THE PALM OF MY PAW!>
Moltres: -Calming down rapidly- <Fine, fine, you pass, now release me already!>
Edited by rmctagg09 on Oct 21st 2021 at 10:50:11 AM
Tommy had been at the pub's bar for some time now,which is saying something. The proprietor of the pub was his uncle Damir and his cousin Goran, acting as a bartender, had been giving him drinks. On a discount, of course. He's family. With him was Goran's brother, Nick, a sailor.
About a few hours ago, his grandfather Andrej, captain of the PEFE ship Hammerspace arrived and decided he wanted to visit his son's pub. Not long after that, Gimbal revealed herself to her father. What followed was a very heated exchange as old wounds started getting ruptured.
Andrej: Excuse me? Thomas, did your phone rotom just call me—
Gimbal: Dad, it's me. Stephania.
Andrej: Tom, is this your idea of a joke? I thought I knew you better than to make light of these things. I didn't think you'd be this insensitive—
Tommy: It's not a joke. And she isn't my rotom. Technically her trainer is my friend Gavin. When we found out, he did try to, erm, "return" her to me and we do hang out enough that she's kind of always there—
Gimbal: You do not talk to my Tom-Tom like that.
Andrej: Are you really telling me that your mother is back from the dead?
Gimbal: It's okay. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to. It's not like I ever needed him in my life before. And I certainly don't need him now. Tommy, this was a bad idea. Just... call up Gavin to pick me up.
Tommy: Are you really going to run away from this, mom? Just give him time to process it.
Andrej: Thomas, tell me the truth. If you really did recover your mother as a rotom, why didn't you tell me?
Tommy: We just did. When have I kept anything from you?
Andrej: Everyone else knew?
Tommy: Yeah, except you and Nick. They didn't take a lot of convincing.
Damir: That is Stephania's passive-aggression. You can't teach any pokémon to fake that.
Goran: We'd have told you sooner but you were stationed on that island with a bad Internet connection.
Andrej, from the back of the bar: PEFE island. Yes.
Damir: Don't make a scene, dad. I've customers.
Andrej: I need to sit down. Leave the phone, Thomas.
Gimbal: Do as he says. This is gonna be quite long.
Andrej and Gimbal continue to argue in the background.
Gimbal: You know, he went through all this trouble getting you here so we can finally tell you when you were close by. And here the first thing you do is yell at him. You don't get to accuse him of anything. You were almost never there for either of us!
Andrej: You said it yourself. You don't just drop something like that and not assume someone was messing with me. Can you really blame me for getting a touch jumpy? A part of me died that day!
From a distance, Tommy has already drowned 3 cocktails. Goran is making more.
Tommy: Are they still at it?
Nick: They've been arguing in circles for some time now..
Tommy: Shouldn't your dad break them up?
Nick: Best let it pass. They need to vent all of this out.
Tommy: It's gonna be a long night.
Nick: We could literally talk about anything else, you know?
Tommy: What's there to talk about?
Nick: Video game movies.
Tommy: And really? Trying to jump back onto a cargo plane? What kind of nonsense is that?
Nick: I dunno, man. Given the J-Team shenanigans, that doesn't sound too unbelievable. Geez, you science types really suck the fun out of movies.
Tommy: Hey, some action movies do it right.
Nick: Okay, so Tom Cruise does it all for real. You got a point there, that is like 20% more awesome when you know it's real. But that shit's dangerous.
Goran: And it can't possibly be less believable than the stuff you cover in the news.
Goran: Okay, I think that's enough. You're hitting the Ditkovic limit, Tom. Also, nobody disses Parker Netherlands in this pub. Lemme get you that coffee.
Tommy: Hey, you said that the [Even Stevens] guy was your doppelganger and you talk shit about him like <hic> all the time
Goran: That's because he's bonkers.
Tommy: —wait you serve coffee here?
Goran: Gotta sober up the Drunk Galarians somehow.
Nick: Look, let's just talk about regular video games while your liver starts processing this.
Nick: Oh, hey—uh, Gavin, is it? Don't worry, chief. I got your order in.
Shutter: You must be Nikola. A pleasure to meet you.You got my [Irish] Coffee.
Nick: My little brother should be back with it and Tommy's frappe soon. Several shots of espresso and a lot of sugar ought to do the trick for him.
Goran: And here it is. Pleasure to meet you, sir.
Shutter: No problemo.
Goran hands Shutter and Tommy two drinks.
Nick: Where's my drink order?
Goran: Yeah, that's enough for you, too. You're getting your coffee later. I know your limit. When a hangover hits us, it hits us bad.
Nick grumbles yet nods in agreement.
Shutter: So, any update on what your aunt and grandpa have been up to?
Nick: Yeah, they've entered the "heartfelt yet still somewhat bitter" part of the reunion.
Shutter: Just like me with my parents. Here's hoping she sorts out her daddy issues.
They grabbed the drinks, gave each other a toast, and started drinking.
A Hungover Lump wearing plaid: HRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Shutter, driving while really hyper: Ithinkthatwentreallywell. Dontyouthink?
Gimbal: There's a pharmacy up ahead. The sooner we pump him full of B vitamins, the better.
Andrej: Does... this happen often?
Shutter: Ithappenedonceortwicebefore. Ithasn'tgottenthisbadsince2019though. Thepukewasnewthough. Arceusthatwasalotofpuke.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Dec 3rd 2021 at 1:06:05 AM
Azure looks around in frustration, both at the net covering Ironspine and the approaching Lanturn. The reflexive urge to keep his flippers off Ironspine hits him at just the wrong time. He tries to fight it, but in the end ends up listening to it.
He does, however, shout something at Ironspine.
Azure: <I'm not aiming at you, but cover your ears anyway!>
And with that a wave of whatever fae bullshit is allowing him to use an electric guitar with no amp underwater rips out of his instrument towards the approaching Lanturn.
The person who's not Daydre makes a kind of choking noise when they see Suiko get Erupted. Panic starts to set in, just a little.
They make a series of hand gestures.
"E- MONARCH, kill."
MONARCH seems to get the message. He launches forward, enhancing a fin with razor sharp intent.
... And plunges it into the Volcanion.
For a second, Daze is seized by the urge to step on the grass. She doesn't, but the thought sure does occur to her.
"Maybe it's 'cause we're thieves and all, but something's telling me we should probably avoid those spotlights."
Justice: "We've got them on the ropes! Icicle Crash again!"
Arctozolt: <O-on it!>
-Icicles arc toward the Togepi in a fancy formation, netting points from everyone except May, who doesn't like the "mean tactics"-
Regidraco: <...You first. I know dragons are supposed to be brave but this place kind of gives me the creeps...>
Human: They headed off toward Parfum Palace... I gotta go before those pulpy perpetrators come back!
Olivia: <Sounds like Folded Soldiers tome... It must be my brother's doing. We've got a few otherr things on our plate, but we should help them... You all will, won't you?>
-she says this like a child asking for a Rockruff-
-Neon and Jared have met yup here-
Jared: It's been a while dude! Where ya been?
Neon: Uh, Trying 5o find missing friends like you. Fighting The School with the J-Team.
Jared: Wait, what education system do you have a beef with?
Neon: The one that made me! The J-Team needs your help with them!
Jared: Oh! Right! Those dudes! Sure I'll help!
-he tosses the rest of his bling off, to the noise of a Galarian Meowth in pain out of sight-
Neon: Right! I'll show you where we parked the Stormchaser!
-and they head out-
Jackal has already taken to the shadows, "That's a common truth."
Ah yes, your numerous training sessions kicking in.
Roxy shot Silas a look, who let out a sigh, "I have some experience with the School, nearly got killed by one of their templars."
Roxy grinned, "And proceeded to use your jetpack against him while he had a fighter craft with big guns firing at you."
Silas grumbled a bit, "Still nearly died."
"That's pretty normal by now, near death experiences follow us," Roxy noted.
Xaster: Those two really are good, huh ToTo. Still, I guess there's nothing for it then. Use Ancient Power!
ToTo places her hands together and generates a ball of glowing orange energy. She pulls her hands apart and the ball shatters into a dozen pieces which intercept the icicles and push them into the air, where they miss her completely. The pair gains some points.
The clock shows a mere fifteen seconds remaining.
Xaster: You're good, Justice, Arctozolt. I'm glad we got to do this. ToTo, get close and use Sweet Kiss!
ToTo begins to skip forwards as though she has no care in the world, spreading her arms like she's hoping for an embrace.
"Alright, Alright.." She says, having hoped Regidrago would go in first. Nevertheless she does in fact walk in.
Someone who looks quite a lot like Daydre is poking around the hallways. Judging by the fact the Stormchaser hasn't kicked her out yet she clearly intends no harm, but it does seem like the halls are just a little bit longer for her specifically. She's accompanied by an Alolan Ninetales.
Ann: -To Olivia- Of course.
-Is also walking down the hall-
Ama (let's face it that's who she is) blinks at Tagg like she's seen a ghost.
".. Huh. I suppose I should've expected to come across someone in here."
Tagg might be able to tell her aura is similar to Daydre's... though quite a bit deeper and darker, and with flecks of other colors mixed in suggesting vampirism. It seems like a while since she's fed last, though.
-To Ama after taking in her Aura-
You're the other Daydre, aren't you? I er, read your file since the PEFE has you under custody.
She makes a weird face at being referred to as Daydre.
"... Yes, I guess you could say that. I don't really go by that name anymore, though."
(Hmming, tilting her head)"It's weird seeing you this age again."
You feel older, though you don't look it, I guess it must be the vampirism.
What do you go by now?
She looks significantly more tired than Daydre, but other than that it'd be troublingly easy to mistake them for each other.
.... There's also the like three extra feet of hair, but that's besides the point.
"Just Ama is fine. When I got here at least our timelines were twenty years apart."
20 years? Am I dead in your home universe?
"I'm.. not sure, actually. I haven't seen you in ten years or more. In person, anyway."
Then you're probably not from the timeline I'm thinking of, there's a similar time dilation to yours to my understanding.
Igor, once again resembling a college kid, walks down the corridors. He escorts the young School child to a medieval-looking cell door with a decidedly modern biometric terminal. He places one of his fingers on the terminal rather confidently, all while staring intently at the retinal scanner.
This was, in fact, a flex. The ditto was so confident in his mimicry of the human form that his registered biometrics matched those of his incarnation as a human. Igor has fingerprints and a distinctive retina. The smug look on his face shows just how proud of it he was.
But then all of a sudden, there was a loud beep, indicating that the scan had failed.
Igor tries again, but to no avail. The beeping became more annoying after each try. The ditto's human face smirked; he knew what was going on.
"Um, sorry. Could you, uh, try that again? I guess the system didn't quite read you." Said a voice that appears to be from an intercom. "See, these biometric scans were designed for humans, and—"
Igor: Charles, how did you get into the intercom again?
Charles: Well, funny you should say that, because I'm not the one with the wonky security system.
Igor: Oh, hoh, don't make me get ugly.
Charles: I'm sorry, but that's a little too late, isn't it?
Igor: Alright, I'm getting the override stick.
Charles: See, this is why you should leave the biometrics to actual humans.
Igor: Sorry, I can't hear you. We're breaking up. <throaty sound>
And with that, Igor takes a USB device from his hoodie pocket and shoves it into a port. He then punches in a few numbers onto the terminal, then pulls out the device and caps it. After which, he punches another set of numbers, then repeats the process of the fingerprint and retinal scan all over again.
This time, it works. The door unbolts, revealing to the duo a rather well appointed bedroom, fit for a medieval lord, with lavish furniture (including two beds and a bookshelf), a roaring fire, and a table filled with much the same food as was available. To the side was a tiny door that led, presumably, to a bathroom. Decorating the walls, shelves, and floors were various accoutrements that appeared to me made from mamoswine. The fire had a large pair of tusks adorning it. A mamoswine skeleton decorated one side of the room. Taxidermied mamoswine heads decorated the walls. A mamoswine skin rug adorns the floor.
At least a few of the walls contained various oddly-shaped spears.
Igor: Don't worry. He's not allowed to use real spears.
Sitting on one chair, reading a book, was a smallish teenage boy of about 14 in apparent age, dressed in swine skin.
The boy: Oh, Ditto. You've brought Number 36. I've been expecting him.
The young man spoke with a tone that seemed to say "I'm better than you."
Igor: Yeah, here's Krypton. Krypton, Oganesson. Number 118 himself.
Oganesson: The last one off the production line. End result of centuries of genetic refinement. Might I interest you in a meal or a drink? I was told I should be a gracious host so I was charged with making a sumptuous dinner.
Oganesson points to the table. Everything smelled so good.
Risky: "Sounds epic."
-There is no indication she has any enthusiasm about it-
Doug: <BIG EXPLOSIONS! MARKETABLE!>
-It is quiet-
-Daydre can mostly see strange green lights-
Justioce: "Thunder again!"
-More arcs of lightning, striking the Anchientpower to create pretty sparrks, which nets points from everyone but Simon-
"Hm? Which timeline is that?"
... Damn I should've brought a flashlight. M gut's telling me not to walk towards the light but I get the feeling we're not gonna get anywhere if I don't so...
Daydre walks over to inspect the lights more closely.
Edited by Daydre on Oct 23rd 2021 at 8:33:47 AM
Timeline where Constantin murdered my girlfriend and I, the world is basically under the control of a full fascist Interpol, and everything basically just sucks.
Chiyo: -Is walking down the Stormchaser halls-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Oct 23rd 2021 at 7:18:06 AM
-Melony's Darmanitan looks around for the fiery Hanuman, wondering where he will appear from. Gordie's Tyranitar is stunned by the Magical Leaf attack and stumbles slightly.-
Gordie: Don't let the wet sand get in your way, Tyranitar! Use Ice Punch!
Melony: Darmanitan, use Flare Blitz!
-Melony's Darmanitan continues to look around for Hanuman, when an intense heat rises from below and the ground beneath the Zen Charm Pokémon cracks.-
Hanuman: <Time for some STRIATON RAGE!!>
-Hanuman rises from the ground and throws Melony's Darmanitan into the air, then grabs it by the arm.-
Me: Now spin it around and throw it at Tyranitar!
-Hanuman then spins the stunned Darmanitan around and around like Mario spinning Bowser around by his tail, gaining speed with each revolution.-
Me: And THROW!
-Hanuman takes aim at Gordie's Tyranitar and throws Melony's Darmanitan at the stunned Armor Pokémon, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and snow.-
Me: So THAT'S Hunger Switch!
Evelyn: That's right. Morpeko can change its form between Full Belly and Hangry forms as a result of this ability. Its signature move changes its type as well.
Full Belly Form makes Aura Wheel an Electric Type move.
And Hangry Form makes Aura Wheel a Dark Type move.
Evelyn and I: Great, because we're just about ready as well!
Me: -to Franc Harri- So let me get this straight: You rented Mobius tech to spruce up your art gallery in such a way it gets everyone talking, unaware of the worlds you would end up tapping into. Am I getting that right?
Piku-chan, Hatty and Evelyn: <He can do that?
Me: And now Ms. Knight crossed through one of the portals and is currently who knows where. How did you get the portal to work, and can you replicate the results?
Aurelia: Will I need a ticket to get on? I'm kinda new around here.
Me: I hope Hoops gets better.
Evelyn: As do I.
-Evelyn leans down and whispers something to Cof's body and the Hoops sleeping within.-
-Ian and Evelyn bow with respect to Ol' Grandsappy* Think we should call him "Sweet Sap Loggins" now that he's back to his younger, more lively self? as they take their leave.-
-The two of them then see a lump in the middle of the road, which then unfolds into... a human?-
Me: Okay, that's a bit disturbing.
Evelyn: I agree.
Me: Looks like King Olly's influence has even spread to the people. And I said humans didn't bend that way, did I?
Evelyn: Good thing you didn't bet anything on that statement.
Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Oct 23rd 2021 at 7:54:57 AM
"Oh. That does sound quite terrible. Things weren't.. quite so bad in my time, but they were getting there."
Alyesha: "Nice, sounds like it was an awesome barbeque then. And I'm glad you managed to find your way again after getting lost."
Alyesha smiled, continuing to eat her food.
Alyesha: "Say, do you have any badges? Or are you more of a coordinator?"
While she continued to eat, Alyesha looked up over to Emer curiously.
Ianto: (devil horns, then tunes himself)
Channah: (looking up at Rakshasa and Moltres) Heh. Serves you for whaling on Tagg before he was ready.
-PEFE!Every is here, head between her knees-
Ever: You shouldn't worry.
PEFE!Every: I hate this League so much. Why do so many people watch the battles?
Ever: Moral bankruptcy of society, probably. Do you want to know my advice?
PEFE!Every: I'll try anything at this point.
Ever: In a stadium of five thousand people, ten at most really matter, probably. Find those ten. The rest...they don't matter. They're only noise. You can handle noise.
Ever: Great. Now let's do this.
PEFE!Every: Wait, what.
Ever: Does nobody but me read the matchup listings?
-Ever and PEFE!Every step out into the stadium to scattered cheering-
-Ever is wearing a blue ballgown, the skirt of which appears to be made out of pieced together Technical Machines. There's a logo emblazoned on the front, of a heavily artifacted Technical Machine, with "Temmie's τμ™️s" embroidered over the hole in the disc. An elaborate hairpiece is also made of broken TM shards. The number 37 is stitched into the back in golden thread-
-PEFE!Every is wearing her labcoat and a beanie with the PEFE symbol on it. The number 207 on the back is pretty much completely washed off by now and she forgot to refresh it-
PEFE!Every: Wow. I hate this.
Ever: I'll admit it's not my favorite. But in fairness... you do seem to have drawn a bit of a crowd.
-PEFE!Every closes her eyes, focusing on the sounds around her, breaking them down and separating them out-
-her head snaps around to a section in the stands, where a truly odd assemblage has come together-
Beatrice: <Come on, Every!>
Chime: <Is Cytosol down there?>
Sporange: <Try and focus. Every! You've got this! Kick their butt!>
Spark: <Or at least try and enjoy yourself!>
Sporange: <...Or kick their butt! With science!>
-but it's not just her team up there-
Necrosyrtes: <...Is this supposed to be impressive?>
Diego: <Hey. Your being here is contingent on your being supportive.>
Erasmus: <So by all means, do whatever you like.>
Roy: <This should at least be fun to watch.>
Frey: <Go mom!!!!>
Soak: <You are being...so loud right now.>
Frey: <Scorch doesn't mind!>
Soak: <...Yeah, because he's deaf. Please do be a little quieter, I can't hear the play-by-play.>
Pokefutures Grunt #12, Remember Him? Yeah It Turns Out His Name's Will And He Lives Here Now: Nothing much is happening— wait, she's waving to us. Do we wave back?
-the answer, apparently, is a resounding yes-
Ever: You have made a lot of difference in a lot of lives.
PEFE!Every: I do what I can. So, is this the bit where you tell me how proud you are of me, and then I beat you in a dramatic confrontation and reach the next step in my training?
Ever: Have you started reading fiction?
PEFE!Every: Didn't take me very long. It's pretty much all equivalent.
Ever: Haha. But no.
Announcer: Battlers! Please select your first Pokemon!
-PEFE!Every picks a ball out of one of the many pockets of her coat. Ever makes a bit of a show of closing their eyes, then grabs a random one off their belt-
Ever: This is the bit where I tell you how proud I am of you, and then knock you out of the League in the first round to make a point about how far you have to go.
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