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Platinum: I see... But you do have memories of the place where you and Ferrum worked together and of the mission, do you not?
Vana: I do. Giant's Cap, in the Wild Area.
Platinum: Is it possible for you to display the memories you extract from others, or your own?
Vana: Well, I can only keep memories that I've extracted for about an hour, maybe a little more. I can show you my memories of a memory that I took from someone, but second hand memories tend to be less reliable. Look, where are you going with this?
Platinum: It's really quite simple: If we could compare your memories of the Giant's Cap to someone else's (possibly Ferrum's) memories of the missing Schoolchild, we could find a constant between them, parse who has been giving her sanctuary, and track her down.
Vana: Sure, if you like. But this schoolchild wasn't at the Giant's Cap - all this would do is give you information on Ferrum, right.
Vana: But whatever, this is your mission.
Platinum: And I know that Ferrum was there, and that he was also part of the mission to retake Freshman #79. If anyone has information on both missions, it has to be him.
Vana: #79? Didn't you say... eh, never mind.
She raises her hand.
Vana: Now, fair warning, I was feeling a lot of emotions at the time, and those will come through in the memory, so. Be prepared for that.
She presses her hand to Platinum's head and shares all her memories of the Giant's Cap, from the moment that Ferrum arrived to the point when she ran away afterwards.
Calyrex: <Fair enough, now we just need-
-The area then gets chilly, but it's not the sort of chill Spectrier had, the chill of the grave. This chill is more directly cold, the absense of heat outside the range of a hastily made campfire on a snowy night-
Calyrex: <Best if I make myself scarce for now.>
Tyl: -Now an Altaria, perched atop one of the trees- <Brr...>
Ginny: -Starts shivering, whether from the cold, dread, or both is hard to say-
Get ready, they're coming.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Nov 29th 2021 at 11:54:11 AM
"Hey, mister!" Yelled a little girl on the corner dressed like Gaia. Tommy turned around in response. She was pointing to a tree with the telltale meows of an upset felid trapped within.
Little Girl's Mother: Terribly sorry if she bothered you, sir.
Little Girl: But mummy! Kitty needs help!
Little Girl's Mother: Don't worry, sir, we've alerted emergency services already. You needn't bother. Eve, you apologize for bothering this fine young man.
Tommy: Oh, so you're just asking me to rescue the— is that a meowth?
Eve: Uh huh!
Felicia: ~Yeah. Definitely.~
Tommy: Your meowth?
Eve's Mother: Oh, heavens no. We've a yamper at home. She just wanted to save the poor dear.
Tommy: Yeah, I can probably do that.
Eve's Mother: Sir, you don't have to, we just need to wait for the firefighters to get here.
Tommy: it's okay, ma'am. The fire people probably have a lot on their hands.
Eve's Mother: Oh, I don't know.
The phone rings.
Eve's Mother: Oh, poo. It appears there's been a fire somewhere and they can't send anybody.
Tommy: Told ya! Don't worry, ma'am. I know how to handle meowths.
As Tommy said this, Felicia rubs her head on his shins affectionately.
A dark figure dressed in an Appletun Costume hunches menacingly atop the roofs of Hammerlocke, with an apple-themed ushanka on his head and apple-shaped hammer and fruit hook on his hands.
Dark Appletun-dressed figure: Cower in fear, Capitalist Piloswine of Galar, as I, Red Delicious, bring your machinations to heel.
And suddenly, a squeaky nebbish voice interrupts the spiel. The figure disappears, having come from a projector hooked up to a slapdash computer system assembled in the roof of a Wyndon block of flats.
Herbie, via speech program: I'm gonna stop you right there, Lou.
Louis: Come again?
Herbie: I already told you, it's not a good idea. You sound like one of those cliché supervillains from the Cold War. Is that how you want to come across? Who wrote your spiel?
Otis, also via speech device: Guilty as charged.
Herbie: Really? You're getting the computer virus who thinks he's vampire overlord from another dimension writing your OC spiels?
Louis: What? I can't afford the rates of a good writer and still be able to create the costume. I am not about to be upstaged at the Cabbie Union Costume Party in February. And aren't you also malware?
Herbie: We have a year to prepare. You can probably finagle a couple of grand from your parents again.
Louis: I do not like asking my parents for money, okay. At least on Halloween we can get away with using the hologram drone projector my uncle gave me.
Herbie: Seriously, we need to rewrite this. It feels trite. Like you're someone's version of [Red Skull] or something.
Louis: Well excuse me. The Flapple-themed superhero schtick was already taken and I'm not cosplaying as a pre-existing person or character.
Tommy and Felicia had managed to climb the tree when they finally met the kitty stuck in its branches. He seems scruffier than normal meowths, which is pretty consistent with how meowths are apparently like in Galar.
Felicia, mentally: ~You got stuck here? Pathetic.~
Tommy: ~Felicia, leave 'em alone. I remember an Alolan meowth who got stuck in trees with frightening frequency.~
Felicia: ~A young and foolish phase. One that he's clearly yet to outgrow.~
Meowth: <Please get out of my head and quit making fun of m— oh hohohoho. For you, foxy mama, I'm willing to put all that aside.>
Felicia: <Sorry. I am way out of your league.>
Tommy, in a hushed voice: That's enough flirt time, you two. I'm Tommy Petersen and I'm here to rescue you!.
Meowth: <Wait a minute. What the heck are you wearing? Are you one of those costumed heroes they show on the moving billboards doing all sorts of derring do?>
Felicia: <It's the harvest festival. Every human wears a costume.>
Meowth: <Humans in tights coming into others aid? I'm pretty sure that's a uniform, not a costume.>
Tommy: Are you coming down with me or can you do that yourself?
Meowth: <I've been stuck here for one and a half days. If I could do that, I wouldn't be asking humans on the street for help, now would I?>
Tommy: Then we have an understanding. Now just come a little closer and I'll get you down.
From below the tree, Tommy hears a middle-aged woman yell "Mister, are you alright?"
Tommy: Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
He slowly comes down from the tree, a calm Galarian meowth in his left arm. Getting down before him was a very smug Alolan meowth.
Eve's Mother: Oh, you did it, Mr. Petersen. And without a scratch.
Tommy: No trouble at all.
The Meowth, still in his arms, happily bunts him on the chin.
Eve's Mother: So, I guess you'd want to send him to the pokémon centre?
Eve: I think he likes you!
Eve's Mother: Eve. You don't know if the nice man wants to keep him.
Tommy: Oh, no. It's fine. I've been meaning to get another pokémon.
Eve's Mother: That's wonderful, Mr. Petersen. He'll be in good hands.
Eve and her mother send their fond farewells. Eve is especially excited, and her mother seems rather content that an adult in a costume turned out to be such a positive influence on an impressionable 6-year-old.
Meanwhile Felicia was not happy, while the other meowth was.
Felicia: ~When we agreed on acquiring more team members, I thought we were aiming for something a bit more on-brand.~
Tommy: ~I'll take whatever new ally I can get. What's wrong with having another cat? You're not jealous, are you?~
Felicia: ~I was kind of hoping you'd vet your acquisitions better. A cowardly fuckboy meowth who get stuck in a tree is certainly no—~
Meowth: <Are you guys psychics? Because you've been glowering at each other all silent like. Also, am I free to go or can I tag along with you fine fellows?>
Tommy: Oh, of course.
He tosses a pokéball onto the meowth, which disappears promptly into it. One satisfying click later and the catch was official.
Tommy: We'll come up with a name later.
Felicia: ~How about 'dweeb'?~
Tommy: ~Okay, first of all, hurtful.~
-Upon receiving the memories of Giant's Cap from Vanadium, Platinum's heart skipped a beat. All the emotions that were present at the scene were felt by her. Sadness... fear... rage... But still, she reviewed the memories and committed what she saw to memory.-
Platinum: -crying- Th-thank you, Vana... N-Now... if we can find Ferrum and extract their memories of Number 79...
-Platinum fights back the tears, and looks to Vanadium.-
Platinum: Sorry about that, Vana... also, yes. I am aware that the escaped Schoolkid is my sister... I have to find her, no matter what!
Vana: Yeah, sorry, sharing memories can be intense. You know where to find Ferrum?
She pauses, and looks Platinum up and down.
Vana: Now that I look, I can see the resemblance. I have to ask, what will you do when you find her?
-Platinum looks down at her feet, shakes her head and sighs.-
Platinum: -under her breath- If I knew the answer to that...
-Platinum then looks back at Vana.-
Platinum: I dunno... Bring her back to the School? I mean... that's what they wanted Ferrum and Radon to do, right?
Vana: Sure. Perhaps bringing her back to the school is the best thing that they can do. But remember what the school does to those who betray them. It's not a coincidence that you're the one hunting her down. Now if you ask me, you should follow orders and prove your loyalty to the school - that's the test here. The school wants to know that you'll never betray them, so you have to choose between them and your sister. Once you choose them and sacrifice your sister, then that's a guarantee that you'll be loyal, because if you betray them after that you'll have betrayed your sister for nothing.
She smiles, in the way a Feraligator might smile when it sees prey.
Vana: I hope you make the right choice.
-Platinum takes Vana's words into consideration; as much as she wants to prove her loyalty to The School, the love she holds for her sister still remains, and it's something she doesn't want Vana or anyone else to know about.-
Platinum: I think I'll be able to handle the decision-making better once she's found.
-Gale sits there on one of the railings, facing away from Tagg's approach. She's gotten back into her regular civilianwear-
I feel like I'm starting to fall into a full on identity crisis, or maybe even a humanity crisis. Especially after suffering some—...
-It's hard to describe the process, but in a few seconds several pairs of (likely too small to be usable) wings have sprouted from her back-
—Mutations, earlier this year... Now that my League run is basically done with I'm starting to second-guess a lot of what makes up Gale Knight... Some of it's probably been a long time coming.
Meloetta: Interesting place you've described, little scary... What's the problem though..?
"Yes yes. Luiza lives just up the hill. Defensible. Hmhm."
The old woman says, shuffling in place a bit before retrieving a small box from somewhere within the layers of cloth.
"Are you... Are you hungry, girl? Do you want snack?"
"That would be much appreciated, thank you." Reflexively she bowed in gratitude before looking up at the hill in question.
Channah: (ruffles feathers) <Eeee, nice and cold. Wait - now? Are we battling?> (lands and looks around)
Based on how full the envelope is and what it looks like through Tagg's aura sense, there's only a piece of paper inside. What exactly it says isn't clear, but it's probably not some kind of trick. Probably.
It certainly smells like someone's been here. Multiple someones, actually. The indentations are too clear cut to be a creation of coincidence.
... Also, depending on how good Vee's sense of smell is, there seems to be some kind of metallic mechanism inside them.
Witch: "Touching everything would be... inadvisable, yes. ... I'll just take our part of the group and go."
She gestures for Yoko and Odin to follow her and heads through the left door.
They who shall not be named are also here, seated somewhere near Suiko.
They give Jackal a thumbs-up.
... Daze doesn't immediately recognize who this is, but she does get a feeling in her gut that this is very very bad. The sound of steel ringing against steel makes her clamp her hands over her ears, but the vibrations have already wormed their way to her (and her Pokesona's) core.
"... Mmh okay, cool cool cool I'll just, uh-"
The area once again fills with a cloud of one-way damaging obscura, though this time it seems more like she's trying to.. lightly distract Revy from the party, shall we say.
... And so Daydre runs!
-Deciding to pocket the letter for now-
We'll show this to the others once we meet up again.
Shamhat: We wanted to get those masks, right? Let's focus on that for now.
-Starts heading for the closest exit out of the dining room-
-An equine figure starts taking shape through the snow. A very large equine figure-
Glastrier: -Fully appears as if formed from the snowstorm itself-
Glastrier: -Turns to face us, the ice mask serving to betray little of their emotions, though what I can feel says they're not very happy to see us- <I know why you are here, Richard Yhap-Waite.>
-Snorts as they bend down to take an Iceroot Carrot, having kept eye contact this whole time-
<Surprised that I would know your name? Do you think the honeyed words from your silver tongue will ensnare me like they did my counterpart you helped bind to our "master's" service?>
<I've heard them all before. Consider yourself lucky that I have chosen to converse and haven't just trampled you under my hooves for your actions.>
I don't, but I also know you can't resist a strong challenge, and well...
We're pretty good at supplying that.
Glastrier: -Nickers in a way most similar to human laughter- <You've got that right, at least. Power is what I most respect from those willing to face me!>
<Either provide me a worthy challenge, or become fertilizer for my carrots!>
-To the assembled party-
Glastrier: -Freezes the ground around themselves before sliding at high speed towards us, the slipperiness of the ice allowing them to move faster than they could otherwise run-
-Sizing up Demon!Revy as Daze fires off Huli Jing's Night Daze-
Crud. I have a possible way of getting around this, but I'd prefer not to use it.
Azumi-no-isora: -Starts digging underground-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Nov 29th 2021 at 12:30:47 PM
-Glastrier's being perfectly kind-
-eminently reasonable, patient as a glacier-
-so why is Abilene still shivering?-
Hiro: -smiling, wan- I didn't think so. But we never Know until it's set in stone.
-he heats up under her touch—not metaphorically, or particularly emotionally-
Abilene: -splutters, caught off-guard by sheer absurdity-
Hiro: -peering at Glastrier's device- Oooh, what's your ID? I have some trades lined up that may well be of interest.
Abilene: What is with you people??
Hiro: -looking at her, unemotive- I can't exactly offer more carrots, but I do have these little digital critters.
Abilene: You are fucking with me.
Hiro: I can say with 100% honesty that I have been lacking in people to play this with.
Abilene: -regretting- ...ergh.
Hiro: -retrieving his phone, tapping it against his thigh- There was and will be a pale horse and her rider. If I can't follow in truth, in spirit will have to do.
Abilene: You didn't—Xerneas' tits, you did name them after us. What the fuck.
-Hiro hums and takes his phone back, giving the Stop a spin-
Abilene: -tentative- ...we are standing next to...but isn't that a little dramatic...?
Hiro: -gesturing widely, alight, for Lanatus's benefit- We're standing beneath an invisible memorial to the garden of Death, friend. Drama is to be expected. Meaning is to be had.
-scrolling- The Chikapoo's symbolic, Abilene.
Abilene: -face buried in mittens- ...you are fucking with me.
-Abilene groans and starts digging up more Carrots, setting them neatly aside for perusal-
-Vee's sense of smell...honestly wasn't great after Evolution-
-and once she became a vampire, mostly she smelled people-
Vee: -snrf- <...there's invisibility shell in my nose.>
-she mostly transmits a vague sense of strangeness to Kappa, who's thinking-
Kappa: -hearing Avery- The mission objectives are Stealth and Tracelessness.
-this is going well-
Vee: -slinks down her arm, sniffing at the right door-
-and oooh, being smart takes precedence over curiosity-
Kappa: -hearing Aislinn- I should keep my hands to myself and move on.
-things are going well, and it's a sign she's listening to the people who know what they're doing, and obeying the directives in her mind, and that her brain's working at full capacity-
-potential handily fulfilled-
-against her better judgement, she sticks her gloved fingers directly into the indentations-
(-Kappa kind of stares at her own hand, like a Meowth with its paw caught in the Pokepuff jar-)
Vee: <...eh?> .D
(-maybe nothing will happen?-)
Edited by Asterisk395 on Nov 30th 2021 at 1:39:28 PM
-Odin stares at the statue a biiiiiiiiit longer before silently following-
-Daydre emerges from the green mist into darkness-
-Punctuated by bolts of pink lightning-
-The lighting illuminates Luis, Merlin in his Diancie form, other knights and Aura Guardians, Caleryx, Zacian, Zamazenta, numerous others-
-All congregated around the writhing form of Eternatus-
Regidraco: <We reached the Darkest Day! We must be getting closer!>
The Defiant Wing dropped out of jumpspace and quickly closed the distance on the Rebel Flagship. The Left nacelle of the Flagship was gone, it still had the beam cannon, the ion cannon, and the tri-barreled missile launcher. Bishop was already prepping a tactical readout as Hayden prepped the teleporter.
"You Will Not Stop My End Goal," Metanet said to the crew of the Wing. "I Am The Battle Network For The Entire Rebellion. One Small Ship Cannot Hope To End Me."
Several Rebel cruisers appeared out of Jumpspace... only to be struck by a sudden attack, as several cruisers appeared... not Federation, pirates.
"Oh hey that paid off," Roxy noted.
Jackal calmly and slowly loaded his new weapon, concussive shell by concussive shell. "Gladly. Bishop?"
Bishop appeared. "Captain?"
"Explain for our team please."
Bishop blinked, Jackal chuckled. "This is your operation, your plan. Run it by us one last time. You did prep didn't you?"
Bishop looked a little insulted... before bringing on the holo-generators and showing everyone the sonar map. "We're approaching The Warehouse itself, their main storage facility and where they keep all their illegal goods. They've been able to do business in the past 40 years, this is a standard burn operation. We enter, and destroy everything."
<Simple, effective, and makes it clear this untouchable organization is no longer invincible,> Tae noted, shaking himself a bit, ready for the job.
"Quite," Bishop said. "With their product gone, they won't be able to recover and Pokefutures will lose a major trading partner. You'll be entering via their moonpool once we reach a certain distance. Suiko has point on this part as they are optimized for water travel."
"Oof," Fox noted. "I think he just called you the Aquaman of the team."
Bishop's expression quickly became embarrassed. "T-that is not what I meant commander! S-She is more a Namor, clearly! Useful on both land and sea and very powerful!"
"We met them on a job in Angela," Silas explained. "The one where you sadly had to break another heart."
Roxy shrugged. "Alice is a heartbreaker, she's already stolen mine."
Silas shot Roxy a look, who just stuck her tongue out at him with a cheeky smile.
"Coil and Iris are more than well aware of my job so I don't think sharing that side of yourself should be too much trouble," Roxy told Alice.
Silas nodded. "That reminds me," he began, looking to Coil and Iris, "Need some supplies from the dealer?"
Jackal stepped forward, Knight drawing his steel sword and flying at Demon!Revy. "If you have something, save it until we need it. Sounds like a last resort plan... now, I've got plenty of steel type moves."
"Whatever the case, heaven or hell... let's rock!"
-Alice flushes a little red at Roxy's remark.-
Alice: ...Seeing as that's the case, would you be willing to handle this particular liaison? You happen to know my circumstances, and my "job"-
-The air quotes are practically audible.-
Alice: -and it seems like you're already somewhat familiar with our new friends.
Minstrel: Doth our darling director dare to delegate? I would be wistfully wanton were I willed to work with a woman and man of most masterful mentality!
Edited by Herbert40k on Nov 30th 2021 at 7:25:11 PM
Coil: "We could use support and supplies yeah!"
Iris: -to Minstrel- "Er, what was that? Couldn't hear you through all that alliteration."
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