School Facility, ???

Victor: "Of course not! You kids are rife with potential. This place liquidates so many of them... A waste. I could make them better.

Pavo: ~And if not you can at least bask in my divine splendor before you die.~

Celstic

Old Woman: Tsk tsk. Be careful not to step on Almighty Dialga's toes.

-to Vaughn and Owen-

"Anyway, I believe I can help with BOTH your problems!"

Owen: You can?

Odin: "...You can?"

Meat Palace

Lead Monkey: <Ohhhhhh. That.>

-He attempts to clamber onto the conveyor belt-

Lavender Town

-The pencils are successfully dodged-

-But-

???: <Aw man! You were almost out of the picture... For good.>

-It is then a Smeargle spins into view-

-Except this Smeargle is bright red and has a colored pencil at the tip of his tail instead of a brush-

Smeargle: <I'm sick and tired of Philistines like you lot erasing my hard work, man.>

Edited by Umbramatic on Nov 13th 2022 at 10:16:52 AM

Meat Palace

-As Rakash, The Face, and Anthem go ahead-

Well, let's get a move-on then, we really can't dally any longer, every minute and every second is more chances for the School to silence him. Pink, you don't sense any new presences, right?

Pink: <Galen isn't picking up anything different, but admittedly that's not the same as there being no presences at all.>

Lavender Tower, far past

Ann: A Smeargle? Are you one of those Family of Blood guys my brother told me about?

School Facility

Iridium: -To Victor- They're all afraid because of who I'm supposed to be partially based on, who I've never even seen or heard before.

-As the air gets a bit more humid-

I have to be better than her, not a truant.

After approximately a day of waiting around (the thing they didn't want to have to do) they wake up to a grand total of... zero responses.

Halis: "Seriously?"

The complete silence, while understandable, is still undoubtedly frustrating, and they begin furiously typing away again.

Upon sending it, they get an error.

ERROR 550: USER "EVERYONE" NOT FOUND. ABORT, RETRY, FAIL?

Halis: "Oh come on! Just send the stupid thing, please..."

They RETRY it, and... it actually works, but after only getting a glimpse of who or what it may have been sent to, someone with the initials LM, another error pops up.

ERROR 430: INVALID USER ID. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The PDA then abruptly shuts off entirely.

Halis: "...Well, that's certainly never happened before."

Tronci Motors Sinnoh, Jubilife City

Louis Macraul arrives at his office, panting. He had just had a heated meeting that just barely ended in an agreement that pleased everyone. Apparently, business just worked differently in Sinnoh and his new partners, who were all Sinnohans, had specific demands that just needed to be agreed to, one that his own Galarian and Kalosian partners were reluctant to agree until recently.

The details were unimportant, he ultimately decided. Everyone was happy and the business can promptly begin expansion. His assistant took care of the day to day stuff well and already handled them, giving them both a surprising amount of free time for the next few days.

His office was a modestly appointed space, not as luxurious as the office in Galar, but it was comfortable. Years of being cut off made Lou a little less finicky about the details. Plus it looked nice, so he doesn't care.

His sole request was a large monitor attached to a small device that had its own internet connection that was not to be attached to any other computer network. He had a similar setup in Galar, all connected to the really large system of virtual computers inhabited by viral porygons. Most people had aquariums; Louis Macraul had a virus collection.

The first to greet him inside the office was Herbie, a Porygon2 and one of the viruses given more free rein. Over the years, Herbie has mellowed out and could be trusted to his own subsystem, a privilege shared only be one other pory-line in the collection. They were also tasked with scouring the internet for potential new residents.

Herbie, via speech device: Lou, we've found something. You might want to check it out.

Louis: Shoot, what've we got.

The other semi-free virus, Otis, chimes in. He is a Porygon-Z of a glitchy nature. He wasn't so much given "free rein" as this was a less intrusive way of safely containing him.

Otis: It points to a creature much like us. Quite a powerful one, too.

Herbie: I'm still wondering if the tank can hold 'em.

Louis checks the screen indicated by the porys.

Louis: I hate to call your judgment into question guys, but this is just a message from some fella named Halis Aria. A run-on-the-mill spam message without any links or attachments.

Otis: I would advise against opening it.

Louis: Why? It has no attachments.

Otis: Trust me on this, Louis, it isn't worth it. We're dealing with power that riv... very nearly equals mine.

Louis: This defies all logic. It's already a complicated mess and a half to know how you guys work infecting multiple computers at once.

Herbie, in binary, to the rest of the tank inhabitants: Nobody tell him.

Louis: Oh, fine. I'll trust your judgment this time. Where's the location? I've nothing better to do for the next few days and Copeland is capable of handling things in my absence.

Otis: You might want to take Cab along for this one. It's a bumpy ride.

Louis: Should we take the new station wagon corporate gave us?

Herbie: Totally. Tara na! Allons y.

Louis: Hold your rapidashes. I've still a bunch of stuff to clear with Copeland before we go.

Herbie: Okay, fine.

Otis: Eh, it's for the best. This is one new addition that's going to be quite the adversary. I've never seen power like that—besides myself—anywhere else in the digital world.

Herbie: Dude, chillax, it's just another glitchy pory. We can probably handle it well.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Nov 20th 2022 at 12:18:10 PM

Halis makes their way out of the Stormchaser, greeted by the sights of Celestic Town.

Halis: "Oh jeez, it really has been a while, hasn't it? I don't remember the ship being here at all."

They look around a bit.

Halis: "Nice place for sure, but I somehow doubt anyone here knows how to fix a PDA from like, who knows how long ago. Maybe if I wait I'll get lucky and find someone who does?"

Having no immediate better ideas, they find a bench to wait around on, staring up at the sky while keeping the device in their lap.

Halis: "For every cloud in the sky, there's a bit of blue waiting just beyond, surely so..."

They try to remember where or even how they got the device to begin with, but truth be told, they just simply can't. It's another one of those many blanks riddling their early memories, one day nothing, and then another it's right with them as if it'd been there the whole time.

Edited by MetamorphicHalis on Nov 14th 2022 at 9:50:19 AM

Celestic Town

Halis would hear a buzz from their PDA. It's from a number they don't recognize, but came with a message from a person whose initials were LM:

Ordinarily such a message may seem rather... suspicious, but Lou has helpfully included his porygon virus removal accreditations and, interestingly enough, his résumé, which was in Kalosian, but had as a reference Sterling Beckett, who is one of the members of the Stormchaser's maintenance crew.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Nov 14th 2022 at 6:43:16 AM

Halis: "Zzz..."

Halis fell asleep in the short timespan it took for a new message to arrive, but the buzz of the buzzerless PDA wakes them up posthaste.

Halis: "Immawake, Immawake! I didn't fall asleep I swear, there wasn't any—"

They look around.

Halis: "Oh, right, waiting. Forgot I was doing that."

The PDA's screen is on, and displaying the incoming message no less.

Halis: "...Hey wait a minute, since when did I turn this thing back on? Oh well... why does the name 'Macraul' feel familiar though? Weren't those... uhh... oh, right, the people who donated to charity! Yes, that must be it. Surely worth talking to?"

As if on command, the PDA activates a phone function, calling the Macraul in question. Halis begins talking into it right away.

Halis: "Hello, my individual of unknown identity! I would have said friend but uh... who're you? And who's this Sterling guy? Is he your uncle's cousin's distant relative? Better yet, what're you talking about viruses for? Is that why my PDA randomly shut off earlier? Oh, uh, by the way, if you're looking for me, I'm in Celestic Town."

Edited by MetamorphicHalis on Nov 14th 2022 at 10:33:23 AM

"Ma'am, I assure you we are doing everything to keep things stable. The Authority handles rogue time travelers such as Subject 3650 here," the Helenas said.

"I don't even know what I did wrong!" Vaughn protested.

~If you can help solve our problems, that'd be much appreciated!~ Colt responded.

Edited by EchoingSilence on Nov 14th 2022 at 10:02:05 AM

Celestic Town

Suddenly a station wagon drops gently from the sky, carried as it was by a giant corviknight. As soon as it lands, out comes a tall, lanky twentysomething white Kalosian male with distinctively green hair and a ska fan fashion sense. Following him is an indeedee and a pale, brown haired teenage boy in a wheelchair with a rattata on his lap.

Louis: Pretty nice of Sterling to let us use him as a reference, though he did say he's never actually met this Halis person. You sure you know what you're doing... uh, Austin, is it?

"Austin": Don't worry about it, Mr. Macraul.

Louis: Yeah, just call me Lou. Don't bother calling me "my lord" or whatever, either. Only the older members of my family do that and it is annoying.

Austin: They're right here.

Louis: Oh, hello there. Bonjour. My name is Louis. I expected that you were at the Stormchaser based on... yeah, that thing is leaking out private data like there's no tomorrow. Fortunately, I knew someone there and they confirmed you're with the J-Team.

Austin: He brought me along. Call me Austin and my little friend here is named Willard.

Louis: The guy from the airship told me he could be of assistance. And likewise, my team: the corviknight's name is Cab and the indeedee's named Mathilde. And here are two viral malware porys I have. Herbie and Otis.

Herbie: Hey, 'sup! I was big in the 2000s. Gave everyone a run for their money.

Otis: Silence. They do not wish to hear of your pitiable exploits. Mine are better anyway.

Louis: They were causing a ruckus so I caught them. I collect renegade malware from the porygon line and I strongly suspect there's something like that in one of the devices you own. These two know how to suss out a virus, and they told me quite confidently that you have a particularly bad one in your device.

Halis: "Hello people, I'm Halis! Also, bad virus? On this thing? I mean, I'd believe it... the leak's probably fine, though, just means more people get to know me better, and everyone knows there's no such thing as bad publicity! I saw so online, after all!"

For Halis, that might actually be true, given said personal info is 100% squeaky clean, to the point of borderline parody. In any event, they stand back up, walking over to Louis.

Halis: "Anyway, if you really think there's something to suss out among us, feel free to do so! Uh, however you do it... gonna be real with you though, I have no idea how this PDA works, and I kinda feel like even you won't either. Most people for whatever reason think this thing's cursed or broken or something, but it almost always works just fine for me."

They try handing the PDA over to him, the screen suddenly going blank again and vibrating as if out of shock at the attempted trade.

Snowpoint temple, berry room

Topaz flies after Stephen. Saffy, Gilby and Xanthe raise their hands. Saffy appears to panic.

Saffy: Aaagh! Please don't hurt us!! I can give you your berries back, I promise!

Saffy takes a bag full of berries out of her bag.

Saffy: See? Here they are!

Stormchaser lounge

Micro: ~Hey! You here for the raid?~

A nature preserve in northern Sinnoh

A ranger and their Glalie approach the hooded figure from behind.

Park Ranger: Freeze! You're not going anywhere!

The hooded figure turns around, taking a Poke Ball out of her pocket.

Park Ranger: Don't try anything funny. Just do everything I tell you, and you can leave without being turned into an ice cube.

???: Funny you should say that.

They send a Malamar out of their Poke Ball.

???: Pretty sure it's gonna be the exact opposite.

Snowpoint City Gym Battle

Xaster looks at the large Abomasnow across from him and grits his teeth. "This is gonna be tough. I think..."

He grabs a pokéball. "RiRi, I choose you!" His Azumarill flexes as he lands on the ice. He stares down the larger pokémon.

"Azumarill, huh?" Candice asks. "You know that water types are weak to grass types, right?"

Xaster nods. "Yeah, but we aren't gonna let type advantage be the deciding factor. Hoops wouldn't, and neither will I. So, RiRi, use Aqua Tail!"

Water bursts from the ball on RiRi's tail and she charges, a torrent of water following her.

"Wood Hammer!" Candice shouts over the roar of the water. The two pokémon clash, with neither one giving any ground. RiRi jumps backwards and slides on the ice, using his tail to control the direction.

"Ice Shard!" Candice shouts.

"Bubble Beam!" RiRi unleashes a stream of bubbles at the same moment that Abomasnow hurls dozens of sharp pieces of ice in his direction. The bubbles intercept the shards, shattering them.

"Now, use Double Edge!" Xaster shouts. RiRi slams with his whole body into Abomasnow, knocking it back. It shakes its head and recovers.

"Use Avalanche!" Candice says. Clouds of snow appear around RiRi, and then slam into him in large clumps. He yells and falls to his knees.

"RiRi!" Xaster shouts. RiRi tries to rise, but he is buffeted by the hail and takes further damage. He's starting to look rough.

"Now, finish it with Wood Hammer!" Candice shouts. Abomasnow runs forwards as its arm hardens and glows green.

RiRi looks up and grimaces as it approaches. "Use Double Edge!" Xaster yells. As Abomasnow swings at him, RiRi gathers his strength and hurls himself at it. He hits Abomasnow in the gut, but then Abomasnow swings downwards and hits him on the back. RiRi is slammed into the icy ground, so hard that it sends giant cracks across the battlefield. When the steam clears away, he lies unconscious.

A moment later, Abomasnow appears to seize, and it falls over backwards. Both pokémon are unconscious, the referee declares.

Candice recalls her pokémon. "I guess we each have one more pokémon," she says. "And for me, it's this!" She throws her pokéball into the air. It spins above her for a few seconds, before opening and releasing a Froslass. In the hail, she seems to become translucent.

Xaster looks at the balls containing his three pokéballs. Who is best here? He thinks about Hoops, and tries to imagine what they'd do here.

"Sorry," he says. "I guess I made the wrong choice there."

Hoops shakes his head. "You didn't lose because you chose the wrong pokémon. You lost because you're weak and puny. But seriously, you can spend all day worrying about strategy, but if you don't use the pokémon your instincts are telling you to use, then you'll never win. Now, who are you using next?"

"I choose..." Xaster mutters.

"ToTo!" He throws the pokéball forwards, which opens and lets out his Togetic. She chirps happily at being picked.

"You're not so good with this whole type advantages thing, are you?" Candice asks. "Anyway, Icy Wind!"

Froslass spreads her arms, and the hail becomes a storm of wind that flies towards ToTo. She yells and raises her hands to whether the attack, but it begins to push her back.

"Dammit!" Xaster yells. "ToTo, use Fairy Wind!" ToTo begins to beat her small wings against the gale, and creates a sort of pocket of pinkish wind around herself. At a nod from Xaster, she flies towards Froslass, but she is gone by the time she reaches her, and what she thought was her was only a reflection in the hail.

"Shadow Ball!" Candice shouts. Froslass seems to materialise out of a storm, and she throws a ball of darkness at ToTo. It hits her on the side and knocks her towards the ground. Hail buffets her as she falls.

She hits the ground hard, but quickly gets up. "Use Mystical Fire!" Xaster tells her. She nods, and a pink flame begins to spin around her. It keeps the rain away, but she has no way to attack while Froslass is still hidden.

"Ice Beam!" says Candice. A narrow beam of ice snakes through the twisting Mystical Fire and strikes ToTo in the side. Her wing and leg freeze, leaving her stuck to the ground. More hail hits her, and the ice spreads to cover most of her body.

"Now what?" Xaster asks. "Use Ancient Power!"

ToTo's body glows with energy, and the ice around her shatters. She creates a ball of energy and throws it at Froslass, but she fades into the storm again.

"If I don't get rid of that hail, we'll never win this," Xaster mutters. "What would Hoops do?"

He smiles. "Of course. They'd have won already. I can't do that, but... ToTo, use Fairy Wind again, and make it a big one!"

ToTo begins to flaps her wings again, and pinkish wind swirls around her. The hail hits the wind and is carried with it, until the storm is swirling around ToTo.

"What is this?" Candice asks.

Xaster grins. "This is a contest move! Fey Powered Hail!"

The wind ends, and the hail begins to fall again, but it's different. The hail has been infused with ToTo's fairy power, and now falls pink. Froslass can't hide within this.

"Now, use Ancient Power!" Xaster shouts. ToTo once again summons all her energy and throws it towards Froslass. it hits her in the midriff, sending her flying backwards. She rights herself in the air.

"Ice Beam!" she yells again.

Xaster shouts at the same time: "Mystical Fire!" Both pokémon unleash their moves, of fire and ice. They clash in the centre of the field, causing a large blast of steam. Xaster and Candice are both forced to cover their faces as the winds threaten to push them back. Finally the steam clears, revealing that Froslass is lying unconscious against the wall behind Candice. ToTo, clearly quite hurt, flies down towards Xaster and falls into his arms.

<To...> she murmurs.

"You did great," Xaster tells her.

"She did," Candice says, sliding towards them. "You beat me, and you've earned this." She holds out a badge. "The Icicle Badge."

Xaster takes the badge. "Thank you."

Celestic Town

The group seems to trust Halis immediately. They don't seem to ring any alarm bells. It helps that Austin can apparently read minds. Surreptitiously, he sent a rather loud mental message to everyone that Halis is almost ludicrously trustworthy.

"I didn't need to read your mind to know that I could trust you, but I did anyway." He told them mentally.

Meanwhile, Louis sees the device and immediately tries to hold down the snobbish rich person impulse to criticize it. But it's sheer outmodedness strikes him in ways he can't explain. Charitably, he could say it's the most device he's ever seen. They don't make PDAs like that anymore for a reason. Granted, he is aware of what it's like to hold onto outmoded things because he couldn't afford but, but based solely on how this fella dresses they couldn't possibly be that poor.

Austin: Get a load of that fossil.

Louis: You... you were a sheltered child, were you?

Austin: You could say that, but you're not the one to talk.

Louis: Mathilde, would you kindly whip out my checkbook. My friends and I can remove the virus but I find it against my conscience to have you hold onto that thing.

Austin stares at the device again for a bit, then turns back mortified. He moves toward Louis.

Austin: Mr. Mac—I mean, Lou. I don't think it's a good idea to do that.

Louis: Nonsense. A device this old takes a long time to get whatever's infecting it out. And that's what I'm after. It's too much of an inconvenience to them if I kept it. Plus, a modern device is way more secure.

Austin: That's not what I meant.

Otis: Oh, come on, young human. We've handled the Pory that did unlockable ransomware for crackpot YouTuber fans. What does the inhabitant of this feeble device have—

Halis' PDA: I would choose my words wisely if I were you.

The PDA floats from Halis' hands and levitates ominously in front of the group.

Herbie: This just got interesting.

Otis: I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you. And neither will I be ordered around by some squatter living in substandard hardware.

Austin: Trust me, Otis, you are severely outclassed here.

Otis: Nonsense. Show yourself!

Halis' PDA: Oh ho ho ho ho ho, you're one of ''those'' guys. Yeah, this is gonna be a fun time for all.

Sunyshore City

Jean: A pleasure to help. If you wish to go there sooner, we've the hotel's address on hand.

Tommy hands Voyd a card with the address... and it comes with a coupon.

Tommy: Continental breakfast is free in the morning upon booking and they do have a special at dinner time if you're into ramen for coupon holders. It's tonkotsu broth so I can't really have any, but you can probably have some if you want.

Jean hands Voyd another card.

Jean: Call me up for the interview whenever you are free. I'm available from tomorrow onward. We'd love to accompany you personally but my coworker and I have much to discuss.

School Base, September 26th

-As the last of the raiders either enter the Stormchaser or escape some other way-

Alright, let's get out of here!

-And the Stormchaser turns to leave, as School airships, presumably carrying reinforcements, start entering the vicinity and start firing upon it-

Doc: -As the Stormchaser returns fire, disabling one airship and causing another to crash- <Okay, what now!?>

Suzaku: -Taking flight- <It seems they could use our help. Qinglong, would you like to do the honors?>

Qinglong: -Snorting cinders from his nose- <Gladly.>

-Flies up and roars so loudly that everyone in the area can hear it, the Draconic unknown to me, before his Shout summons gigantic flaming meteors that start falling upon the base's surviving defensive emplacements, destroying it further, and preventing any organized chase attempt, as the still aloft School airships are forced to evade the flaming rocks-

Suzaku: -Sending down flames of his own for good measure- <And now we depart.>

-Flies off, like a fireball, to the south-

Qinglong: <Till we meet again.>

-Flies off to the east, as the same obscuring fog from before fills the area again, covering the J-Team's tracks further from surveillance-

Halis: "I have nothing to hide, and nothing can hide from me in return! Treat others how you wanna be treated, it's a nice thing..."

Misguided but well-meaning ideology aside, their reaction to the revelation of the PDA being sentient?

Halis: "New features? My PDA never ceases to amaze me! Though, I'd appreciate it if you'd please stop insulting my device of choice... new stuff breaks way too easy, after all."

Surprising absolutely nobody, they're more excited by the prospect than anything.

Halis: "...Also, not really a fan of the whole 'fight about to start' atmosphere I'm getting here. If it's between you or my apparently-sentient PDA, my choice is obvious, so if we could please avoid that, that'd be nice."

Oddly they seem to be holding onto their scarf a bit, as if prepared for something to happen.

Faction Offices

Brie: I could also put Zebub with you, if that'd help. He's, uh...he's a little counterfactual, but his Aromatherapy is pretty calming.

Faction Offices

-Alice shakes her head at Kai again.-

Alice: No need to apologise. It's not heights themselves that bother me, per se, or even the prospect of falling. It's the sudden stop at the end I dislike the prospect of. Physicists still struggle to understand gravity, and yet we are slaves to its inexorable laws. That said, staying fast and low to the ground sounds like it would be more manageable.

-She gives Brie a small smile.-

Alice: That might help. I also have my own Tropius whom I am accustomed to flying on, though I would hate to deny you the romantic prospect of me sitting behind you on one of your mons, clinging to your waist for dear life.

Faction Offices

Kai: ...Yeah, understandable. The sky gets dangerous.

-Kai grins-

Kai: That said, there's nobody who makes you feel safer in the sky than Brie. Remember my run-in with Nitrogen? The one that almost killed me? Brie came along for our rematch, and frankly, I'm excited for round three because of it. Because of her.

Carmot Estate

-We lay our scene at the gates of Carmot's estate. Or rather, just inside — a circular pattern engraved in the stone walkway and inlaid with pink-tinted Luminite, glowing as Whitt appears within its bounds.-

-At the door, an individual◊ — probably more recognized by reputation rather than prior interaction — stands at the door, turning around just as Whitt appears in the teleportation circle.-

Nitrogen: Ah. Always someone around to chaperone. Of course.

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Nov 15th 2022 at 2:05:36 PM

Carmot Estate

When Whitt comes through the circle, he's still not looking like he's back to full strength: many cuts and bruises on his face and a cast on his arm serve as reminders of his ordeal - but nevertheless he fixes Nitrogen his best look of annoyance. And given that this is Whitt, it's quite a look.

"It's lovely to see you as well, Nitrogen," he tells her, stepping towards the door. "I hear that you did an excellent job protecting the northern facility."

Carmot Estate

-Nitrogen's response is deadpan.-

Nitrogen: The best job out of anyone present. I'm nothing if not an overachiever.

-She crosses her arms.-

Nitrogen: Was the cell in PEFE cozy? You stayed there for quite a while.

Carmot Estate

"Oh yeah, it was great," Whitt replies. "I thought I'd take the chance to have a little vacation, get some reading done, really get in touch with my inner self. Of course, if I'd known how badly all of you were going to mess things up out here I would have broken out sooner, but I suppose I was wrong to think you could hold things together for a few months without me."

He steps forwards towards the door. "Anyway, as much as I'd love to verbally, or perhaps physically, spar with you all day, I suggest we endeavour not to keep our host waiting, wouldn't you agree?"

Carmot Estate

Nitrogen: Way ahead of you. Already put in the code, just waiting for her now.

-As if on cue, the doors creak open, revealing the foyer. The glittering crystals behind the host in question shine as they become visible through the entryway.-

Dr. Carmot: Ah, Nitrogen! Always a delight to see you again, dear. And you must be Whitt, I take it? I don't think I caught your epithet — a shame, I'd like to offer you the necessary respect.

Carmot Estate

"I- " Whitt hesitates. "I took the name Whitt the Frozen over a year ago. Personally I never really saw the point in using it, but if you insist then you can say it."

He looks at the doctor up and down. "So, why don't we get on with it then. Why did you want us to come here? If you want someone dead, you could have just sent me a message with the details."

Celestic Town

Louis: Hold on, I agree, we don't have to let it escalate like this.

Otis: I think I've bitten off more than I could chew in this one.

Herbie: Yeah, you did tell me about the incident with the kids and the angels once. How that happened, I'll never understand.

Otis: Well, actually if we're being pedantic, it happened twice.

Herbie: How were you not balled after?

Otis: What is it with this world and putting living things in balls! Beats me, I never asked to be trapped in a universe where all lifeforms in the digital world come in exactly 3 shapes! And you don't even have champion forms, for Bandai's sake.

Herbie: Duuude...

Halis' PDA: Okay, clearly you have too many issues to even hold a candle against me.

Otis: Say that again, punk?

Halis' PDA: Oh, it is on like [Donkey Kong], beeyotch.

Otis: How about you manifest here and show us, you coward.

Halis' PDA: I'd love to, but my settings won't let me. This... thing has had me trapped for decades. Arceus, this isn't even supported anymore.

Herbie: Hey maybe we should listen to Halis and Louis on this. We still don't quite know what we're dealing with. I dunno, maybe negotiating is the way.

Otis: Bah, we can take him.

Austin, sleeping on his wheelchair: You definitely can't.

Louis: How are you even doing that? Not important right now. Anyway, I am offering you a new home, once I figure out how to extract you from it. Provide us with consent to remove you from the PDA and move you to one of my devices and I can guarantee you a new place where you'd be adequately cared for alongside other porygon-lines like yourself.

Herbie, to Halis: It's reasonably cushy. Lotta bandwidth.

Halis' PDA: Does it have working Flash?

Herbie: I think so, but chief, can you confirm.

Louis: Yeah, the network games you love are all still running on Flash.

Herbie: Louie doesn't do things by half measures. Give us an afternoon with a technician and we can guarantee you a safe transfer.

Halis' PDA: Perhaps we can make this agreement work out. I do wish to leave my old prison for more... appropriate accommodations.

Louis, to Halis: And we'll even get the old hardware optimized for that thing. I'm sure my technician can work something out. It'll be free of charge of course. And I'll gladly compensate you for your trouble.

Halis' PDA: Yes, this exchange will do most nicely...

Edited by MasterJayAM on Apr 24th 2023 at 2:02:14 AM

Carmot Estate

-As Whitt hesitates, he can feel Nitrogen's piercing gaze on him for a moment, before she turns back toward Dr. Carmot.-

Carmot: Why, it was on Nitrogen's suggestion! She's always looking for ways to become better, you know. And I wanted to offer it to another in need.

Nitrogen: Heh. You hear that? Faculty thinks you need to be stronger.

-Carmot gestures for the two to follow-

Carmot: As I understand it, you both have Pokemon with a known Mega Evolution, yes?

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Nov 15th 2022 at 2:52:59 PM