Morata's Manor, Upstairs > Atrium

There's nothing around to distract Chiyo from reaching the atrium again. The sounds of battle can be heard some distance away, but it doesn't seem that urgent.

There is still a big hole in the floor where the statue was. The elevator is still at the bottom, so going down there again may take a bit of doing.

Morata's Manor, Dining room

Marjory isn't exactly built for dodging, so she takes this attack as well.

Experienced as she is, taking all those blows still isn't good for her. Marjory sorta huffs and weakly blows out another Flamethrower. It's not aimed particularly well, and she just kinda sits down.

Marjory: <Uhf. Retirement's taken a toll on me, and I don't see this going anywhere other than a stalemate. I expect you to run off while I'm resting, unless you'd rather attack a mon while they're down.>

Morata's Manor, Basement

Aislinn advances past Morata's chair and pulls her knife out of the wall in a distinctly disgruntled manner.

Aislinn: (looking like she wants to click her tongue again) "... Should've expected her to do that."

She sighs, deflating a little.

Aislinn: "It doesn't feel like we won. But I believe Tagg's Tangrowth has the mask at the moment. I... would prefer it be returned to me. Call it selfish, but I'm not sure I could bear to destroy it, even having seen its effects."

A long pause.

Aislinn: ".. I'm. I'm sure she would. Yeah..."

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Sylvie looks at Odin with an expression of almost comical skepticism.

EMPEROR watches Vee leave with a healthy degree of concern, before nudging Sylvie with an elbow. She doesn't seem particularly enthused about it, but seeing as there's no enemies around and she can passively pick up enough of Pollen's thoughts to see where she should probably be going she takes hold of EMPEROR.

Sylvie: <Keep in mind that I am not accustomed to transporting more than a couple people, so the ride will be bumpy.>

She waits for everyone to get close enough so that they don't get any limbs telefragged before disappearing.

off the shits

Morata's Mansion, Atrium - November 1st, 2021

Chiyo: -As she approaches the hole- Tagg and the others have most likely dealt with Morata one way or another, and fighting's mostly ceased on this level.

-Looking down into the hole-

You know, I really wish that I could do normal teleportation right about now, because my options for reaching the bottom intact aren't all that great.

Dining Room

Crochet: -Crossing her armblades as the Flamethrower passes harmlessly over her- <...Generally, no.>

Doc: -Poking his head in- <I think we're done here, I heard everything below.>

Crochet: <Let's wait for the others then.>

Basement

-To Aislinn-

Part of me wonders if the smarter move would be to destroy it like Thespi said, but I'll acquiesce once we're out of this hell manor.

-Looking at the chair where Aislinn's knife was embedded not too long ago-

I've been in... similar circumstances to yours before, I don't think killing Morata would've gotten you what you wanted. Honestly, killing her would probably make things more complicated, not less.

Trust me, I speak from... experience doing revenge quests.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Feb 13th 2022 at 12:27:18 PM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

"Sorry to say, but PEFE paid for the suits. They are expensive materials, and they'll need them for future jobs," Silas explained over the radio.

As the two electric types rushed in, he was slighty bemused. "Well the thing is, we need two electric types."

Hacks pointed over to two old generators. ~From what we can tell, we need to start up both generators at the same time with a 1.2 kilowatt charge. Electric types can generate that much and more pretty easily.~

Khan had already dragged the old cables over to the tram car and had hooked them in. <You two get into place at the left and right generators, and when we say "go", start em up.>

Morata's Mansion, Basement

-homegrown teleport disruptors de-limb everyone instantly-

Pollen: <hblargh>

Lumiose, Macraul Safe House

-no, they arrive fine—at an apartment a bit more representative of what renting property in Lumiose is like than for its resident mob family-

-the first thing the newcomers might notice is the flowering plants covering every spare surface-

-the second is the very, very, very distinctive green hair on their host, bustling in from another room-

Abilene: Xerneas' velvety skull protrusions. What the hell happened to all of you? Where's—no.

-she sees Daydre-

Abilene: No, we need to act quick. Rosa!

Rosa: -appearing- <Yes, master.>

-Abilene pauses in her hustle long enough to convey immense, unspeakable discomfort-

Rosa: -chuckling, silently- <Alright, Abilene.>

Abilene: Actual medical emergency here, Ros'.

Rosa: <Right! This way, then—>

-he sweeps an entire table's worth of pots off of said table (their roots snake through the holes in the base and skitter away)

Pollen: -watching him start sanitizing it, to EMPEROR and Daydre's unconscious body- <So...wait, the question of who's hurt worse doesn't—uh, yeah, just. Put them there.>

Morata's Mansion, Back in the Basement (we have limbs)

Thespi: Yeah, that's fair. ^_^

-wiggling a cloud orb™- I don't have much experience with revenge myself, but I know the stories. The wheel just kinda grinds you down.

Ceal: -mild- <H-Hope to Conflict. I e-encourage the vengeance route.>

Thespi: <Well, you scare me sometimes.>

Ceal: -tuskily- =]

-Thespi eyes Tagg curiously, but figures that that's a story for another day-

Thespi: So yeah, let's get outta here? Anyone need medical care? Should we go into hiding? Most of our masks came off…

Galar, Wyndon Park

Logan: "Bad and do psychic stuff I don't understand" is a pretty reasonable starting point, actually. What they do is…

-...-

Addie: <They're a eugenicist organization that makes test children and actively kills most of them.>

Logan: They rob a lot of graves looking for material—

Addie: <—and if anyone stands in their way, they tend to use the surviving psychic children to get rid of them. Via mind wipes, or murder.>

Logan: If you don't want to get tangled up with them, I would not recommend continuing to associate with the J-Team. The first I heard of them, it was an operative on a mission to take the Team apart.

Addie: -pats the paperwork- <So all of this is because…well, they've got Psychics, and we're sheltering some of the kids they made. Shhh.>

-the person sitting at the table with them takes the snack out of his mouth long enough to say:-

Emmett: Yikes.

Annie: Sounds rough.

Addie: <Yeah.>

No mind to think. No will to break.

Oreburgh City, café, present

Hoops takes a sip of their coffee, lamenting the fact that it does nothing for their tiredness levels anymore, and stares over the top of the cup at Xaster, who is staring into their cup.

Hoops: That's gonna go cold if you don't drink it soon, you know.

Xaster doesn't respond, but continues to stare into the brown darkness of his coffee.

Hoops: Look, it's been two days. At a certain point you have to accept that you lost and move on.

Xaster: It's not just that I lost. The battle was so uneven - Roark wasn't even trying and he still beat me in one hit. So if I'm so weak, then maybe this is a sign that being a trainer isn't right for me.

Kec climbs up onto the table. Hoops lifts their coffee indignantly to avoid it being knocked over.

Kec: <But I thought you wanted to get better at contests by learning to battle. What happened to that?>

Xaster stares blankly at Kec, not understanding him. Hoops sighs and relays the question.

Xaster: I tried something. It didn't work.

Hoops: Mm-hmm. You know, I did some research on you. I found some of your videos, and saw how passionate you were about learning new moves and techniques for contests. What if you streamed your training or something.

Xaster: You mean... try something different? I'm not sure my audience would like that.

Hoops: And maybe you'll get a new audience. Look, I didn't have a phone until I was like sixteen so I don't know much about this social media stuff, but I think if you want to try showing off something new, you shouldn't be afraid to.

Xaster: But that still doesn't solve the issue of me being frighteningly weak.

Hoops: Well, you have to start somewhere.

Xaster's Livestream, later that day

The livestream begins with Xaster lined up with all five of their pokémon, addressing the camera, held by Led, who insisted that she had an artistic vision.

Xaster: Hi, guys. It's been a few days, hasn't it, but a lot of things have changed in a short time. I'm in Sinnoh now!

The comments start to ask if he's going to be doing contests in Sinnoh.

Xaster: All in good time guys, but first of all I have to introduce a friend that I made.

They drag Hoops into frame, who absolutely was not warned that this was going to happen. The comments split between those who watch the Galar league and thus recognise them, and the other half asking who this person is that looks like a homeless child that got particularly into Halloween.

Xaster: This is my new best friend Hoops, and they're my new coach.

Hoops: I refuse to be friends with you.

Xaster: And why are they my coach? Because big shock guys, I'm challenging the Sinnoh league!

On this declaration, about half of the audience disappears. Xaster sees the numbers go down, but forces a smile and continues.

Xaster: So, I'm going to be showing you guys some snapshots of the training regimens that my buddy Hoops is going to be putting me through.

Hoops: I never agreed to this.

Xaster: And if the gym leaders allow it, we may even show you parts of my gym battles too.

Hoops: They probably won't.

Xaster: So look forward to everything coming up. Peace out, guys.

The pokémon cheer and Xaster forces Hoops to look like they're excited by holding their arm up in the air. Hoops gives him a murderous look, which luckily isn't caught by the camera before Led cuts the livestream.

Xaster: So, where do we start?

Hoops: I hate you.

Galar, Wyndon Park

-Zeal shrugs.-

Zeal: I dunno, you'd be surprised how many major threats I just flat-out missed even when I was around all the time.

-He flashes a grin.-

But, uh... hrm. Yes, that is definitely bad. I'll be honest, I'd hate to not help out, especially after being away so long, but what can I possibly do?

-He adds emphasis by counting on his fingers.-

I'm not any good at battling, I have no special powers nor any experience dealing with them, my areas of expertise are incredibly erratic, and I'm constantly distracted by personal adversaries and red herrings. At the end of the day, complicated history aside, I'm just a garden-variety prankster who likes swimming and joined the J-Team to hang out with friends. Anything on this level is way over my head and I have no idea how I've made it out alive in the past.

I'm done here.

The Walking Mountain, Top Stratum

-Fire.-

-Recharge.-

-Fire.-

-Recharge.-

-Not enough time to work the controls with human hands.-

-Fire.-

-Recharge.-

-Electricity sparks from her antenna, her orders being received at light speed.-

-Fire.-

-Recharge.-

-Keep firing. Destroy the robot drones faster than they can be rebuilt.-

-Fire.-

-Recharge.-

-Come to a door. Shoulder bash it open, the frame can take it.-

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-Gilgamesh spins on his heels as the giant blue mech bashes the intricately engraved iron doors open and levels a pair of massive cannons at the two guardian statues that awaken in response.-

Gilgamesh: Oh sparkplugs.

-His voice draws the attention of the mech, who fires at the statues, shattering them into iron filings and shrapnel. The mech's eyes glow red through the haze.-

---

-Him.-

---

-The giant blue mech releases one of its cannons, causing it to swing upwards on a pivot and locking behind the shoulder. It reaches down and grabs the princeling before he has a chance to run.-

Deziree: <YOU. TELL ME WHERE THE ELEVATOR IS.>

-It takes all of his willpower to respond in a coherent manner.-

Gilgamesh: I-I'm pretty sure that'd be considered treason-

-The mech's hand starts to squeeze, very deliberately, and very slowly.-

Gilgamesh: I-I mean it's not that your claim isn't reasonable-

-The squeezing continues as the still-weilded cannon blasts another squad of defense drones.-

Gilgamesh: BACK THE WAY YOU CAME! TO THE LEFT AT THE FIRST SPLIT, THEN DOWN THE STAIRS ON THE RIGHT!

-The mech stops squeezing, but doesn't let go as it turns around.-

Gilgamesh: W-wha- I told you! Let me go!

Deziree: <NOT ONLY DO I NOT KNOW IF YOU TELL THE TRUTH, BUT, WHEN WE FIND HIM, MY HUSBAND WILL WANT A WORD.>

Gilgamesh: Wait, HUSBAND?!

Deziree: <AND SHOULD IT COME TO PASS THAT MY MOTHER SUCCEEDED IN KILLING HIM, I WILL PASS JUDGEMENT OF MY OWN.>

-Gilgamesh passes out.-

Lowest Stratum

Dune: Ajax. Hyper Beam.

Lower-to-Middle Strati

-A pillar of light cleaves through the floor and ceiling before being stopped by a serendipitously placed Lairon who happened to be using Protect at the time to avoid being hit by a thrown calculator, but that's a story for another time.-

Hammerlocke Gym Battle

(Upon hearing the word "footy", Elton jumps for joy.)

Elton: <Yaaaay~! I love foo'y~!>

(He immediately gets in front of Ritchie and Kako and intercepts the ball back at them— towards Duraludon.)

Turffield Stadium Stands

Ingrid: "She's got a Bisharp?"

Ananpi: <Ooooh~! This could be interesting, chuu~>

Wyndon Stadium (vs. Hoops)

(The Metal Burst attack hits Geddy, knocking him backwards for massive damage.)

Kim: "Geddy!"

(And then the dust settles. Geddy stands there, looking much worse for the wear, but still with enough energy for the next line.)

Geddy: <Sono chi no kioku...> ^note  And the memory of that blood...

Jubilife Techspo, Hailee

Owen: "Oh! Hello there! My name's Owen, and these are my Pokemon. Those guys over there are my friends, Mark and Travis, and their Pokemon."

Stipax: <Hi there~! Awww, your Phanpy is cute~!>

Owen: "Stipax... I don't think she speaks Monese."

Stipax: <Oh.>

(Teryx, meanwhile, returns to his PokeBall in a panic at the mere mention of Team Lightning. Owen glances over in confusion, then shakes his head.)

Owen: "...Don't mind him. Anyways... we'd be happy to help you find your Grookey. He should be around here somewhere..."

Stipax: <Where'd you <see him last?>

Owen: (beat, he tries to get the gist of what Stipax is saying) "...Where'd you see him last?"

MEANWHILE...

En route to Jubilife City

(A Shiny Turtwig is happily walking down the road, humming to himself. He has a Voltorb taped to his shell. He is free for interaction.)

The Wild Area (June 2021)

Beheeyem: <A-am I... what?>

Ollie: "A-are you... do you have parents?"

Beheeyem: <...Parents? I have... I have UB-designated caretakers, do those count?>

Mito: <UB-designated... YOU WERE RAISED BY ULTRA BEASTS?!>

Teru: (somewhat sheepishly) <C-could you... not be so loud, maybe?>

Mito: <O-oh... Sorry...>

Beheeyem: <It's alright. And yes, I was raised by Ultra Beasts.>

Mito: <D-does that mean...>

Beheeyem: <Ω∞, →Ω∞:√ Ω♠♫ ■•♦é≥:√ éé§≈∞♫☣▓≥:♫√é•√≥:▼? ↨♣☣≥:√.> ^note  What, that I speak UBese? Yes.

Mito: <Whoa~! I couldn't understand a thing of what you just said, but that's really cool~!>

Ollie: "...I didn't catch any of that."

Teru: <Long story short, he was raised by Ultra Beasts and speaks UBese.>

Ollie: "...What's an Ultra Beast?"

Mito: <...I'll explain later.>

Beheeyem: <The truth is... my UB-designated caretakers kept me in Ultra Space for a long time. Long past my experience-based natural growth.>

Ollie: "...um... you mean your evolution?"

Beheeyem: <Yes. And I am only here right now because my U Bese caretakers finally decided to send me to this planet in order to take note of the various lifeforms and customs here. The only way I would be allowed to be captured would be via their express permission.> (He looks down.) <Unfortunately... they are not so easily persuaded.>

Ollie: "...oh."

(Mito and Teru look down sadly.)

Mito: <They probably only speak UBese, too...>

Teru: <Ah, I'm pretty sure they can understand Monese; they raised a Beheeyem, after all.>

Beheeyem: <They don't, actually. But if I was to go up to them and ask them if I could be caught, they'd doubtless say no. I've done it before, and they've refused.>

Ollie: "W-why...?"

Beheeyem: <They merely want me to observe the customs of this planet. If I was to be caught by a human... well, they're unaware of what their intentions are. And this so-called 'School' seems... ominous in nature.>

Ollie: "Hmmm..."

Mito: <Yeah... I get that. I'd be seriously worried if Ollie was taken away.>

(There is silence for a few moments, and then...)

Ollie: "W-wait a minute! I have an idea!"

Beheeyem: <Oh?>

Mito: <You do?>

Ollie: "Y-you don't need to be caught for now... you can just tag along with us to get a sense of this whole... thing, and you can teach us UBese while it happens. A-and then when we know enough, we can head to Ultra Space and see if we can't catch you for real."

Mito: <Ooooh~! I like that idea!>

Teru: <Sounds good to me.>

Beheeyem: <Yippee~! That sounds fun!>

Ollie: "Alright, then. We're going to need to give you a name, though..."

Teru: <You said you didn't have one, but did your caretakers call you something?>

Beheeyem: <Most I ever got from them was just "alien"- §≥:☣♂♠.>

Ollie: (tilts his head) "Yuu... you got called a UFO?"

Beheeyem: <Close! I got called a §≥:☣♂♠.>

Ollie: "That just sounds like UFO to me."

Beheeyem: <I mean, I didn't mind being called §≥:☣♂♠— it was something I just got used to.>

Mito: <We can call you Uefo! Sounds fun.>

Teru: <I don't mind it; depends on what he thinks.>

Ollie: "What do you...? I- I don't want to b-bring up anything; i-if you don't want to be called that we don't have to—"

Beheeyem: <Oh, no, no~! It's fine. Like I said, I didn't mind it.>

Ollie: "A-alright, then... Uefo... Come on."

Uefo: <Yippee~!>

(And with that, the group leave the Wild Area.)

MANY MONTHS LATER...

Circhester (now)

(Ollie, Mito, Teru, and Uefo are now in Circhester. Uefo in particular is glancing around in wonder at all the people there.)

Ollie: "H-hopefully no one finds us..."

Hi, I’m oghond, and I’m a Rushaholic. Sorry if I annoy you unintentionally. 😅

Obsidian Labs Entrance:

"Ugh, figures..." Travis sighed with disappointment before musing, "Maybe if I get lucky and whatever we find nets us a shitload of money I'll be able to get like...Iunno, a robot leg or something? I'm willing to pay it on top of my student loans for the next 50 years if I have to." Travis would quickly pick up the pace as he followed Silas, reveling in his regained ability to run without difficulty which was further compounded by the fact that he didn't expend any of his own energy to do so.

Tricky meanwhile would rush to the left generator, walking around it and placing her forepaws on different parts of the machine to get a literal feel for it as she was somehow able to use a trace amount of electro-magnetism to figure out where and how much electricity to discharge. Eventually, she was able to start charging herself, her fur standing up due to building up an electro-static charge, waiting for the command to convert it all to field excitation and starting current to get the generator running.

Living The Fever Dream

Hearthome Pokemon Center

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Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Hearthome Pokemon Center

Foudre turns back to Tricky while still running.

Foudre: <Hey, I can be careful, no worries, but we gotta zap and I'm gonna zap!>

Then she hears that they need to do two at once.

Foudre: <Yeah, yeah, I can do it on command if needed.>

She then strolls over to one of the generators, ready to shock when the signal comes.

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Hearthome PMC

-and so, Brie arrives on Charizardback-

Brie: Whew. Been a while since I was in Sinnoh. Forgot how cold it gets, geez.

Skyfire: <Also you died last time. Technically.>

Brie: Yeah, well, didn't forget that part! That's why we're here in Hearthome and not in Snowpoint. And because Kai's here obviously. But if they were in Snowpoint I'd have made them come to me, so.

-she marches into the Center, waving-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Hearthome PMC

-Kai waves back, smiling warmly as Brie shows up.-

Kai: Ah-heh. I think I've had enough Snowpoint-level cold for a lifetime. Thankfully there's warm blankets waiting for us.

-In the background, Spectrum is futzing around with the lobby's coffee machine, to the confusion of others in the area witnessing it.-

Spectrum: <Oooh, accursed tiny arms!>

Local Kricketune: <Need any help there...?>

Spectrum: <I'm fine! I've got this. I can get my beans on my own!>

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Jubilife Techspo

-Hailee is semi-surprised that someone is willing to help her

Hailee: Oh, you're... actually going to help me? Thanks!

-Timothy begins searching the floor for something that could help them perhaps find Banjo, like footprints-

Hailee: Okay, I last saw him when he dashed off to perhaps fight some grunts. Something tells me he went further into the Techspo, and that he's here... somewhere.

-Timothy continues searching on the floor, eventually finding a strand of hair that belongs to the leaf-like tufts of hair on Banjo's head-

Timothy: <Hey! I found something!>

-Hailee rushes over to see what Timothy found, note, all she heard were Phanpy noises, she does not understand Monese-

Hailee: Hmm... this strand of hair must belong to Banjo! Ergo, if we go this way, we might find him!

Silas gripped onto the startup, he figured he'd inform Travis of the prosthetics tech they had on hand later. "Alright, on the count of 3."

Khan climbed into the tram cart and nodded.

"Alright, everyone together now. 3... 2... 1!"

Silas threw the startup switch.

Hammerlocke Stadium, VS Raihan

-Garchomp bounces the Pyro Ball into the air off his head and balances it before headbutting it at Kako, who intercepts it with his fancy (PK-powered) footwork and kicks it at Duraludon.-

Raihan: Duraludon! Dodge it!

-Raihan's Duraludon sidesteps out of the way of the blazing football, which ends up knocking Raihan on his butt and exploding behind him.-

Kako: <GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!>

Evelyn: Sorry, Raihan!

Wyndon Stadium, VS Hoops

-Simon and Raru are caught off-guard by the sudden Metal Burst and are thrown backwards. Raru takes more damage from the attack due to his Fairy typing.-

Me: RARU!

Raru: <I-I'll be fine... Urgh... Man, that hurt...>

Evelyn: Simon, hang in there!

Simon: <Don't worry, Evelyn... I'll be fine.>

Turffield Stadium, VS Milo

Emilie: Levy, use Swords Dance!

-Levy assumes the first position, the blades on her arms glistening in the sunlight. She then performs a ballet routine not unlike the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy before glowing with a silver aura.-

Levy used Swords Dance! Her Attack Raised Sharply!

Milo: Gossifleur, use Magical Leaf!

-Milo's Gossifleur surrounded themselves in a magical flurry of rainbow-colored leaves which they hurl at Levy.-

It's not very effective...

Emilie: Levy, use Swords Dance again! Un, deux, trois. Un, deux, trois.^* One, two, three. One, two, three.

-Levy performs another ballet routine, sharpening her blades as she does so.-

Levy used Swords Dance! Her Attack Raised Sharply!

Circhester, School Hunting Trip

-Platinum notices Oliver out of the corner of her eye and smirks.-

Platinum: And I know the perfect test...

-Platinum skips up to Oliver the way her sister would and flashes the unsuspecting Oliver a smile.-

Platinum: Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you!

Mossdeep City, Valentine's Day

-Love was in the air for Ian and Evelyn as they stroll through Mossdeep City on their date.-

Evelyn: I gotta say, Ian... I'm kind of surprised at you.

Me: Oh? How so?

Evelyn: This is our third year of friendship and the second year after we confessed our love, and only now do you decide to ask me out.

Me: Ah hehehe... I thought we needed the time to get to know each other better before we actually went on a date.

Evelyn: Still... I would've been happy to go out with you sooner.

Me: I'm sorry I didn't... But still, I'm glad we got to be such good friends.

Evelyn: Just wondering, what possessed you to choose Mossdeep City as the site for our date?

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Wyndon Stadium, past

Hoops: Bis, thank you. You did a great job.

They return her to her pokéball and select the next one.

Hoops: Now, Tot! Come out and finish these guys off!

They throw the pokéball into the air, allowing Tot to fly high above the ground when he is released.

Tot: <Here I am, ladies and gentlemen, let's start the show! I know you've all been waiting to see me! I will begin my performance with a one pokémon production of Les Disconténtes. Look - >

Hoops: As much as we'd all like to hear that, maybe we stick to the battling for now.

Tot: I'll sing it for you later.

Hoops: (sighs) Fine. Just... use Hyper Voice!

Tot flaps his wings and flies high up above the stadium, so that his scream can reach the whole thing, and screams.

Tot: <SHE SELLS SEASHELLS ON THE SEA SHORE!>

School Hunting Trip

Vana: This should be fun. (to Radon) You know, I still think we should have just hit you with a truck.

Morata's Mansion

-Odin scoots very close, sort of squishing into the rest of the party-

-He's very sandy-

Sinnoh

-The author's not-so-little subgroup of the J-Team is settling in here-

-But we're not going to focus on them for now-

-Instead...-

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Contact Me!

School Hunting Trip

-Radon processes Vana's remark as a threat and suddenly he gets a headache, but it's bigger than the headaches he's had before.-

Radon: AARGH!

-Radon puts his hands to his head in response to the headache and...-

-!?-

-His left arm... Did it glitch just now?-

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♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Hearthome City Contest Hall ~ Present Day

"Tomorrow Will Be Special, Yesterday Was Not" (3)

Andrea stays in pose for a few more seconds, clearly enjoying the attention. But they soon hear the question of their new friend (friend? fan? They hope for at least one!), they are quick to reply.

"Haha, but of course!! My glorious name is that of Andrea Caruso, the greatest of all entertainers!!!"

They proclaim. Well, they do add, after a second.

"Or well, that is what I shall become. Without fail!"

They then give a laugh, and ask in turn, pointing at Alyssa-

"And you, Lady Alyssa? What is it that drives you? What is the ambition that moves your steps?"

Hearthome Contest Hall

-Alyssa gives a quiet giggle, still a bit dazzled.-

Alyssa: Oh! I'm a Pokemon Ranger. Um, still a bit new, but! I'm doing my best to find myself!! And make the world better in the process!

-She stands tall (all 6 ft. 2 in. of her) with her hands on her hips in a display of exaggerated confidence for a moment, before her posture slumps a bit.-

Alyssa: ...I'm not much of an entertainer, though. I, uh, I'm actually watching these for... aaa words,,, uh, to get ideas? Inspiration??

Sinnoh, Jubilife City, Tech Expo Interior, Devon Corp Booth:

The Grubbin, still tumbling around, got blasted away by the shockwave of the Explosion alongside the other combattants, in his case landing directly in his trainer's arms - the girl just having turned around to see what had happened just now to make this noise (with her team having subsequently waddled, scuttled or/and crawled over her shoulders to once more being behind her, once more looking out rom behind her in a... rather cute hydra-like display).

Now secure in his trainer's arms, the Grubbin looked up with still spiralling eyes.

Grubbin: <S-See~? I told you... I protect my friends. As if... I'd let the meanies win~> :3

and with that, he went limp, not exactly being knocked out but rather seemingly sleeping soundly.

Meanwhile, as the grunts would first pay up and then flee - under much swearing - they'd all find that, as they ran past everyone, they'd each find their mouths suddenly blocked by a large glob of sticky silk, said glob being Spinarak's parting gift to them who still stretched out their tongue in late triumph.

Mark meanwhile would find the Sewaddle now starign him down with that ice cold glare of an older brother out to stand up for a younger sibling or even a (very diminuitive) father out to protect his children.

Sewaddle: <Mister, if you don't want to share those bullies' fate you'll stop your cussing as well now.>

And, as he said that, the Sewaddle already excreted a bit of silk to underline his point. Seeing that, the Spinarak did likewise, though notably in her case only with the confidence of a small child trying to look tough in front of her big brother - that is to say safely behind her big brother.

"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"

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Hamlet, Past

Kamui winks, allowing herself to be led by Henderson to the Castle. "I'm guessing the 'her' in that statement is… Nightingale?" She eventually allowed herself to say her name. "Hopefully, she still has control... fuckin' Surtr…"

Edited by AbsentCoder on Feb 15th 2022 at 3:45:57 AM

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