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DarkerShining from Norway Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
#581951: Dec 20th 2022 at 8:32:52 AM

Canalave City - The library

- Oh, hey! My characters still exist! -

- DS is currently looking through some books presumably related to whatever she's been up to off-screen -

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BittersweetNSour Flying Colors Since: Nov, 2012 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Flying Colors
#581952: Dec 20th 2022 at 8:35:09 AM

Hearthome City

Scarlette: What do you mean, not eligible?!

Receptionist: I do apologize, ma'am. Amity Square is only for small, cute Pokemon. None of your Pokemon qualify as such.

-Scarlette frowns, and holds up Viper, who makes a Charjabug accordion squeak.-

Viper: <I'm cute!>

Receptionist: Unfortunately, your... cube, barely exceeds the size limit.

Scarlette: Wh— someone just waltzed through with a Torterra!!!

Receptionist: I'm afraid you're mistaken. Torterra cannot waltz.

Viper: <Not with that attitude, lady.>

-While Scarlette goes through an argument this receptionist undoubtedly hears every day of her life, a certain Houndoom lets out an exhausted sigh.-

Tartarus: <I told you their standards are absurd and illogical.>

-Tartarus grunts grumpily

-and then, is poked by an Obstagoon not presently a part of their team, and jumps back, startled.-

Tartarus: <Grah!>

Adiravke: <Are you always this jumpy?>

Tartarus: <I'm not jumpy, you appeared out of nowhere!>

Adiravke: <Hehe. Sure.>

-Adiravke chuckles, and takes a seat in one of the (human) chairs in the lobby, crossing her legs up on the closest table.

Adiravke: <Soooo, Tarts, how's the new team treating you?>

Tartarus: <First off, don't call me Tarts.>

-Adiravke rolls her eyes.-

Adiravke: <You haven't worked that stick out of your ass yet, I see. Maybe ask Yed for help with that?>

Tartarus: <...That's a mental image I did not need.>

Adiravke: <I only provide the finest.>

Tartarus: <...anyway, the team's fine. Scarlette's cool. A better fit than Kai's team was.>

Adiravke: <Oof, harsh.>

-The sound of scampering rapidly approaches, and the scamper perpetrator arrives and stops abruptly.-

Yed: <I heard my name! What's up?>

Tartarus: <Nothing. It wasn't a call for your attention.>

Adiravke: <Tarts and I were just catching up, seeing how things were since the trade.>

Tartarus: <Stop calling me that.>

Yed: <Oooh, okay.>

-Yed tilts his head-

Yed: <Guess Rogue— er, um, Kai, turned out to be the right move for you, Addie?>

Adiravke: <Eh. A little bummed that they had to drop the League, but I mostly just wanted to deck Igneous personally in the tournament, and that never got to happen. But hey, Kai's pretty cool overall.>

Yed: <Oooh.>

Tartarus: <Trust me, Reaver and his team weren't worth the hassle. They were kind of pushovers.>

Adiravke: <Yeah, but pushovers can be fun to push over. Ever gone Tauros tipping?>

Yed: <Chantey had me try when I first evolved. Turns out Tauros wake up really easily, and they're not exactly morning mons.>

Tartarus: <You shouldn't have let him coax you into a hazing ritual.>

Yed: <He's a captain! He seemed like a respectable authority figure!>

Adiravke: <Lesson one, Yed. Authority figures aren't respectable.>

Yed: <Oh, speaking of lessons!! Do you think Kai has any fancy Frontier Brain sword techniques they could teach me?>

Tartarus: <Oh, don't tell me you're thinking of swapping teams too.>

Yed: <Not permanently! Just, y'know, it would be cool to learn a trick or two from someone else.>

Adiravke: <...Hmm. Maybe there's a way to like, teamshare...?>

Yed: 👀

DarkerShining from Norway Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Shipping fictional characters
#581953: Dec 20th 2022 at 1:20:08 PM

Canalave City

- DS exits the library, marking down a few locations on her Pokétch's marking map -

DS: (thinking out loud as she's marking down a location on the map) "Hmm... If this is where the Noble Lilligant lived, maybe evolving a Petilil somewhere around there..."

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theoncominghoop Since: Sep, 2018
#581954: Dec 20th 2022 at 2:01:41 PM

Sunnyshore City, a Contest Hall

Xaster sits in the waiting room. He is the last person on the list today, meaning that he will be the last person to perform. After his loss at the Sunnyshore Gym, he decided to take Hoops' advice and clear his head with a contest. However, it was several weeks before there was one to take part in.

<Azu?> RiRi asks.

Xaster shakes their head. "It's fine, RiRi. I'm fine."

RiRi doesn't look very convinced, but he doesn't press the point any further. Xaster can be especially stubborn, so he just hugs his leg instead.

Xaster De Mille to the performance area please. Xaster De Mille to the performance area.

Xaster tries to stand, but they can't. It's like a force is rooting him to the ground, and whispering in his ear.

"What if I'm not good enough?" he asks out loud.

<Ma.>

"Yeah, well you would say that."

Xaster De Mille to the performance area please.

"I can't," he says. "I'm scared I'll fail."

He hears a small laugh behind him. "Well if you're so scared that you're going to fail, just don't."

Xaster catches his breath. "Hoops?"

He turns around and there they are, just as pale as ever even after spending months on a series of tropical islands. "Hi," they say.

Xaster runs up to them and they embrace and share a kiss. "You're here!" Xaster exclaims. "I thought you were in Alola!"

"I was," Hoops says. "But I missed my boyfriend."

Last call for Xaster De Mille to the performance area.

"You should go," Hoops says. "We'll catch up after, okay?"

Xaster nods and heads for the door. Just as he's about to leave, he hesitates and turns back to Hoops. "Hang on. These waiting rooms aren't open to the public, how did you get in?"

Hoops at least has the decency to look sheepish. "That's not important. Break a leg, sweetie!"

Xaster makes their way out onto the performance stage. Sunnyshore Contest Hall isn't the biggest in the region, but it's still rather big and there are a lot of people here today.

"Our final contestant today is Xaster De Mille, from Kalos!" the announcer says. "Let's give him a big cheer!"

The crowd cheers. As it fades, Xaster takes a deep breath. "If I'm scared to fail, just don't," he thinks. "Not the best advice. I can't choose if I fail."

He pictures Hoops' face in their mind. "Unless," they realise. "Hoops didn't mean don't fail. They just meant don't be afraid."''

Xaster opens his eyes. "Let's go, RiRi!"

RiRi grins, and water begins to swirl around his tail. He slams it against the ground, and it launches him into the air. Xaster dances forwards and catches RiRi, before immediately throwing him back into the air, where he does several backwards flips in the air. He then uses an Aqua Ring as he keeps rolling, sending water showering across the stadium.

"Now, Ice Punch!" Xaster calls. RiRi respond quickly, freezing both his Aqua Ring and all the streams of water that come from it to create a a beautifully complex ice structure.

"Finish!" Xaster shouts.

The crowd applauds.

Half an hour later

Xaster places the ribbon - his ribbon - into their bag. "I did it," he says, for the fifth time.

"You did," Hoops says. "I'm so proud of you."

Xaster throws his arm around them. "So, how long are you staying in Sinnoh for?"

"A few days," Hoops says. "Look." They hold up a small case which contains four brightly coloured Z-Crystals. "I still have fourteen more of these to get. I can't lose too much time."

"You enjoying it?" Xaster asks.

Hoops nods. "I like Alola. Everything feels kind of chill, you know? After the last few years it's nice to do stuff a bit lower stress." They don't mention the whole volcano event. It's annoyingly contrary to the point they're trying to make.

"Excusez-moi?" The pair turn around to see a tall woman in a large purple gown striding towards them.

"Isn't that the woman who told you that you were a bad coordinator and you tried to kill?" Hoops asks.

Xaster nods. "Yeah. Fantina. And in my defense, I was being partially mind controlled."

"Been there," Hoops agrees.

By now, Fantina has reached them. "Bonjour, mes enfants," she says.

Xaster switches into Kalosian on instinct. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Fantina."*

"Ah, I am glad that you remember me,"* Fantina replies, also in Kalosian. "It has been so long since you tried to kill me."*

"Sorry about that,"* Xaster says.

"Regardless,"* Fantina continues. "I want to tell you that your skill in contests has improved. Will you be challenging my gym as well?"*

"Not immediately,"* Xaster tells her. "I was going to challenge the Sunnyshore Gym first."*

"When?"*

Xaster hesitates. "Tomorrow?"*

Fantina nods. "Tres bien. I will come and watch."*

She turns and walks away before Xaster can say anything else. Xaster stares straight ahead. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"What?" Hoops asks. "What did she say? What did you say? I only know a little bit of Kalosian, and most of it is the lyrics to Frere Jacque."

"She's going to watch my gym battle tomorrow," Xaster mutters. "Fuck."

A School Facility

Whitt screams as the Nurse jabs him in the ribs.

"It seems as though it's still broken," she says, in a sickly sweet voice. She probes further with her fingers, pressing hard against bruises, broken bones and strained muscle. Whitt struggles not to scream again.

"How long until I'm fully healed?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Aww," Nurse says. "Not too much longer now sweetie, you'll be right as rain soon. Here." She pulls out a needle that's several inches long. "This will help you heal. Tangrowth?"

Her Tangrowth extends its vines and grabs Whitt around the wrists, ankles, and throat to hold him steady. Their strong grip around the neck makes it difficult for him to draw breath.

"Here we go!" Nurse said, stabbing the needle roughly into his side. Whitt makes a small whimpering noise as the liquid inside it floods into his veins. For a moment he feels like he's on fire, then it subsides. Tangrowth lets him go and he falls to the floor.

"Whitt." Nurse makes a tutting noise as she runs her hands across his naked back. "You need to take better care of this body of yours. It was made by our scientists to be perfect - you wouldn't want to put all of their hard work to shame, would you?"

"No," Whitt manages. He's still struggling to get his breath back.

"I mean, look at this." Nurse jerks his head up and traces the scar on his face. "You've marked it beyond repair already. You're just lucky these other injuries won't be permanent. You can't fulfil the aims of the School if you become broken."

Whitt bows his head. He hopes that she won't see his growing detest of the School. "Of course. I understand."

Metanoia like christ, but with more nails from Antarctica Since: Jul, 2015
like christ, but with more nails
#581955: Dec 20th 2022 at 3:18:47 PM

Stormchaser kitchen, past

Kamon: (turns around) Oh him? Ludi's a mate from boarding school. He's okay, just boring. Hugest wallflower you'll ever meet. Living proof that beauty doesn't make you interesting.

Ludovic: Tactful. It's Ludovic, by the way.

Kamon: Oh piss off you nickname everyone. Anyway, I cannot find Channah anywhere. (mournfully) I think she's hiding from me. I went to all this trouble of finding your bloody storm ship thingy, thinking she'd be grateful if I dropped it off at her room, but now I can't find it and it BOTHERS ME because I KNOW I am not this STUPID.

Ludovic: You must stop speaking through your teeth like that, Trots. The grinding is bound to interfere with your bite. I would know; His Panache had that habit and eventually he had to wear a mouthguard at night, but he refused and ended up with five cracked molars.

Kamon: See? BORING.

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (USA) (Time Abyss) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#581956: Dec 21st 2022 at 1:29:37 AM

Stormchaser kitchen, past

I'm glad Chiyo isn't with me right now...

-Looking between Ludovic and Kamon, regretting my choices in life before speaking-

Drop what off?

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#581957: Dec 21st 2022 at 8:32:40 AM

Galar, Wild Area - Dappled Grove

Abilene: These are otherworldly vents to space within space, formed from the cast-off body parts of a dragon the size of a skyscraper. Wild Pokémon move in like Escavalier, feasting on the power therein. Profoundly inhospitable. Anathema to all but brief coexistence with the more adventurous variety of human.

-she bobbles the loot in her arms, lifted from the mouth of the Raid Den-

Abilene: ...so why do they consistently yield individually-packaged sausages, disc box sets, and nondescript hunks of vitamin supplement candy?

Malaise: -grounding her- <Littering?>

Abilene: Individually-wrapped sausages, Malaise. Only rarely the stray bite mark. Whomst the fuck has all this to discard in the first place?

Malaise: <...Macro Cosmos ad campaign?>

Abilene: ...can we go back to 'unconscionable amounts of ordinary litter'.

Malaise: -flap-shrug- <You bit the fruit, you get to deal with the awareness that follows.>

Pokémon Breeder Poppy: I'm just gonna...go...

Abilene: At least there is the occasional Berry. Feel the size of this one.

Malaise: <There must be a better way to gather them than this.>

-they're very unapproachable-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Dec 21st 2022 at 10:37:43 AM

No mind to think. No will to break.
Herbert40k Not A Lawyer from Widdershins Since: Apr, 2012 Relationship Status: I-It's not like I like you, or anything!
Not A Lawyer
#581958: Dec 21st 2022 at 9:09:06 AM

Galar, Wild Area - Dappled Grove

-Yet somehow, despite the inapproachability of those currently situated within the grove, there are two figures passing across the threshold - a red-haired young woman and a Sunflora, the former engaged in conversation with the latter.-

Alice: ...I'm not about to repeat myself. My position remains that a whilst a Bennite conceptualisation of the state has merit, it's also incompatible with what we assume to be the current global system, and therefore we need to recontextualise how we think about the framework of international cooperation.

Delphinium: :/

Alice: No, I understand your argument - the case for how such changes in policy would affect state infrastructure is criminally neglected. I do want to continue this debate, but as it happens, I really ought to take the time to reply to some of my messages.

-She glances down at her phone, taking the time to reply to one message in particular.-

To: Silas
From: Alice

I apologise for my late response. I seem to find myself constantly preoccupied as of late.

Alas, despite my nature, the Auric Spectrum is not one of my areas of expertise. However, I'm sure you're aware that an associate of mine has experienced similar circumstances.

If I were to put the two of you in touch, perhaps you might find some common ground?

-When she glances up, she suddenly realises she was about to stumble into Abilene - and thus she stops, drawing herself up, her eyes narrowing.-

Alice: ...Oh. Forgive me, I wasn't paying attention there. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of being introduced, have we?

Edited by Herbert40k on Dec 21st 2022 at 5:27:38 PM

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#581959: Dec 21st 2022 at 9:17:30 AM

Textspace

To: Alice
From: Silas

That'd help. I'd like to meet them, would be nice to meet with some people and learn more about this thing. Thank you.

Metanoia like christ, but with more nails from Antarctica Since: Jul, 2015
like christ, but with more nails
#581960: Dec 21st 2022 at 10:19:47 AM

Stormchaser kitchen, past

Kamon: This. (pops out a pokeball) She lost it somewhere in the mountains a couple weeks ago. I texted her but she didn't answer. And she is damned hard to keep up with on foot.

Ludovic: (shakes his head) I still believe she doesn't want it back. This woman does not sound awfully - ...Well, that's neither here nor there.

Kamon: SHE ISN'T. THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

Ludovic: (winces)

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#581961: Dec 21st 2022 at 10:34:23 AM

Galar, Wild Area - Dappled Grove

-at Alice's approach, Malaise interposes herself between her and her Trainer-

Abilene: -dry- Yes, please, watch where you're going, as you certainly seem to be able.

-she stows her Raid loot, pointedly retrieving a long white cane-

-...less for any particular usability on this terrain, and more for the point-

Abilene: Now, how would I know that?

-and taps it on the ground, just twice-

Abilene: You'd know if you met me before—I've been told I have a presence about me.

-she's in her typical formalwear today, a button-up blouse and pencil skirt incongruous with the Wild Area-

Malaise: -at her Trainer's cocked head- <I...don't believe we've met before.>

Abilene: -shaking her head- Contrary to popular opinion, lacking one sense fails to confer superhuman clarity on any of the others. It's rare I can identify someone off a single apology and puzzled tone.

-...-

Abilene: ...and yet, you do sound so familiar.

Malaise: -begins whispering in her ear-

Abilene: Abilene Macraul, if that rings any bells.

No mind to think. No will to break.
Herbert40k Not A Lawyer from Widdershins Since: Apr, 2012 Relationship Status: I-It's not like I like you, or anything!
Not A Lawyer
#581962: Dec 21st 2022 at 11:44:40 AM

Galar, Wild Area - Dappled Grove

-Alice bows to Abilene, a very deliberate gesture of contrition.-

Alice: Ah, my apologies. You'll understand if I did not wish to make any assumptions about the breadth of your perception.

-The apology part, at least, sounds sincere.-

Alice: Alice O'Sullivan, at your service.

-Delphinium, meanwhile, sees how Malaise is choosing to interpose herself and tilts her head.-

Delphinium: :?

Alice: ...Given the circumstances, what with us having crossed paths by sheer accident, I do believe this makes us strangers to one another. Though I will say that your family name is familiar to me.

Textspace

-A few minutes pass before Silas gets a text from a different number.-

To: Silas
From: Lissa

a/s/l

wait fuck this is the number alice gave me isn't it

uhhhh yeah hi i'm a blank, if that's what we're calling it

so how're we doing this

Edited by Herbert40k on Dec 21st 2022 at 7:58:16 PM

Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#581963: Dec 21st 2022 at 11:46:12 AM

Textspace

To: Lissa
From: Silas

Anywhere you want to meet? I get the feeling talking face to face would be easier to handle.

Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#581964: Dec 21st 2022 at 5:42:28 PM

Galar, Wild Area - Dappled Grove

Abilene: Accepted, I suppose.

Malaise: -to Delphinium- <Ah, no offense meant. If my Trainer can't move out of the way but quick, it's my turn to prevent bumps.>

<...stoic sort, aren't you?>

-the look of faint puzzlement only intensifies-

Abilene: No, I can't...say that name is familiar to me. Yet something in me...insists on your celebrity.

Abilene: ...perhaps you've appeared on television...?

-mention of her family draws her up short-

Abilene: -wry- Ah. Naturally. Only good things, I'm sure.

-she chortles—yes, chortles, the way one does when one is very rich or painfully sarcastic-

Abilene: For I, Duchess Macraul of the house of Macraul, have traveled across the channel with my tittering entourage—

-she gestures around the completely empty clearing, at...the landscape, one supposes-

Abilene: —my dozens of ancient servants, to expand my verdant collection.

Abilene: -crouching- And what servants! Look at how the very grass bows to me! Every leaf and blade, utterly deferential.

-she pets this random Oddish on the head, eliciting a crisp, punctual long yawn and turn-over-

Malaise: <You may applaud.>

Abilene: Please, Malaise, don't be tacky.

-the little Apple dragon huffs-

Abilene: What brings you hereabouts, Alice O'Sullivan?

No mind to think. No will to break.
OPALGARNET16 Priest of the Temple of Syrinx from Nighttree, New Jersey Since: Jun, 2016 Relationship Status: Abstaining
Priest of the Temple of Syrinx
#581965: Dec 21st 2022 at 7:46:19 PM

The Pokemon Center- Veilstone City (March 2022)

Once the Jura5 had left the center, Teryx looked around and grabbed the remote, not knowing what he should do next. The TV was still there, but he'd just had a full meal and watched The Wheel with the rest of the Jura5. For all he knew, he needed them, and there was no way that he could let them be in any sort of danger, especially after what had happened with the Tyrunt and Aerodactyl.

He was just about ready to get up from his seat and head back out there to follow the Jura5 when he heard a knock at his door. Terrified, he promptly got back into his bed, only for the door to open and the Nurse Joy from earlier to enter.

"Hello there, Teryx," she said. "How was your meal?"

Teryx's eyes darted around the room.

<Oh, it— it was wonderful,> he said. <Thank you very much.>

"You're welcome," said the Nurse Joy. "But you should be thanking your friends, really."

She looked around.

"Speaking of," she asked, "where are your friends?"

<Oh, t-they—> Teryx faltered for a few moments. <They went off. T-they're going to find my Trainer and talk to him about... something. Well... technically he's my former Trainer, but...>

"Well, that sounds fun!" said the Nurse Joy. "In the meantime, another Pokemon should be visiting very soon. I think you'll have a good time talking to him..."

The door suddenly opened, and the Nurse Joy turned.

"Oh! And here he is now!"

The Nurse Joy went up to the door and held it open as a stretcher was wheeled in. Teryx glanced over at it— and all at once his blood went cold.

Oh no... oh no...

This couldn't be happening again...

And yet it was.

On the stretcher was an Aerodactyl, who instantly turned to face Teryx.

<Hey,> he said.

<GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!>

MEANWHILE...

Spagposted with Parastrat/FuzionFire

Several Hours Later, Hearthome City Streets, Super Contest Hall Exterior:

After much traveling, the occasional break, and perhaps even an attempt at digging up something new and interesting once or twice, the party would find themselves in Hearthome City where a line stretching for several blocks could be seen leading up to the Super Contest Hall, shining brighter than usual and even pulsing with the distant beat of background music that rumbled through the streets.

“How are we already late? This concert doesn’t start for another hour or two!” Mark wondered in annoyed confusion as Travis pulled up his mobile to look up details on the venue before reporting, “You’re right. Nothing’s officially started yet, I’m guessing it’s just background music to build up the hype while everything’s getting set up for when the show begins.”

While Chopper was amazed at the scale and grandeur of what was to await the party, Tricky was more concerned that this large gathering of people and pokemon seemed even bigger than the one at the Techspo somehow, although it was hard to tell. It didn’t help that the line seemed to move even slower for one reason or another, although some would suspect it was because of heightened security. Considering many of the concert attendees and the pokemon ahead and behind the party looked like displaced time travelers from a future apocalypse or part of a machine cult, this was probably for the best.

Background Music:

“Hm,” said Owen eventually. “Just realized… I don’t think I told the rest of my team what happened to Teryx. I mean, I’m sure they’ll find out eventually, but…”

ONE DAY EARLIER…

THE HASSLEMON INTERWEBS

reliableBastille (RB) turned on the automatic typing quirk settings.

reliableBastille (RB) sent a message.

RB: [H[e[y] [e[v[e[r[y[o[n[e.] [I[f] [y[o[u’[r[e] [w[o[n[d[e[r[i[n’] [w[h[e[r[e] [t[h[e] [J[u[r[a[5] [a[r[e] [g[o[i[n’] [t[o] [b[e,] [w[e’[l[l] [b[e] [h[e[a[d[e[d] [o[f[f] [o[n] [o[u[r] [o[w[n] [f[o[r] [a] [b[i[t.] [W[e’[l[l] [t[e[l[l] [y[o[u] [w[h[a[t] [w[e] [f[i[n[d] [o[u[t] [l[a[t[e[r.] [A[s] [f[o[r] [w[h[y] [I] [s[a[i[d] [J[u[r[a[5,] [w[e[l[l…] [T[e[r[y[x’[s] [b[e[e[n] [r[e[l[e[a[s[e[d.] [O[w[e[n] [c[r[u[s[h[e[d] [h[i[s] [P[o[k[e[B[a[l[l.] [T[h[a[t’[s] [a[l[l] [y[o[u] [n[e[e[d] [t[o] [k[n[o[w.]

reliableBastille (RB) left the chat.

NOW…

MEANWHILE…

THE HASSLEMON INTERWEBS

BB: 8Ɑ HEY GUYZ! I THINK CHAZM-O LEFT A MESSUJ 4 US!

OR: ^Well,^ let’s hear v/t.v

FT: This should be fun!.adsf

AA: Ɛ==3 Hmph I wouldn’t bƐ==so==sur==3

HA: O=(well its its worth giVing it a listen anyway right)=O

FT, OR, HA, BB, and AA listened to Chasmo’s voice message.

BB: 8Ɑ WAIT WHAT?!

HA: O=(teryx is gone)=O

HA: O=(wasnt he that archeops who helped me get a hasslemon handle)=O

FT: He… he’s gone?.asdf

OR: ^What^ on earth happened vhere?v

AA: Ɛ==3 You can crush PokƐ==Balls?!==Is==that==a==thing?!==3

FT: How on [Earth] did he manage to do that?!.asdf

HA: O=(and and more importantly why)=O

BB: 8Ɑ YOU GUYZ THINK MAY-B HE MIGHT HAVE GONE CLIFF JUMP-N?

solitaryMeditation (SM), ??? and ??? joined the chat.

???: hi there we want the weird name thingies and we want to talk funny too

???: I… think they’re called handles? Where are the handles?

FT: Oh, [hello]! You want a typing quirk and a handle?.asdf

SM: I will like that, yes.

???: So they are called "handles"! Sweet! OK, let's see...

OR: ^Hang^ on for one moment; we need to f/nd ovt what yov're l/ke vf/rst.v

???: oh... me? well... i guess i like food, and singing, and i— my parents wanted me to be this thing called a "king", but... i don't exactly know what that is or how to be one

???: oh and also i have really really sharp teeth

BB: 8Ɑ HAH! WOULⱭ YOU LOOK AT THAT! TYR-E WAS A KING! SWEET!

HA: O=(yeah but i um i mean i'm not really sure he wanted to be one)=O

AA: Ɛ==3 LƐ==ss==that,==mor==3 <how do I do this, Ɛ==xactly?>==3

???: As for me... well, this is great! I can't wait to hang out with all of you guys~! I... don't exactly know what this is, but if you want to know more about me, I'm a vegetarian who just wants everyone to be themselves!

FT: Sweet! Hang on, I think I have a handle for you already....asdf

OR: ^Arch/e?^ Why d/d yov go w/th the handle yov vd/d?v

SM: I choose solitaryMeditation, as I believe I am both solitary and a meditator. I will admit it is a bit... simple, as it is, but things that are simple are very often among the best. At least, it is what I believe. The only thing I need is a typing quirk. Of course, despite my traits that I state before, I am also a very puzzling mon. My friends will say that I am someone who tends to talk in an unusual manner, not making any reference to the past and constantly speaking in riddles and cryptic messages.

OR: ^Hm.^

FT: You [slipped] up earlier!.asdf

SM: I have? I do not remember.

???: oh and also they used to call me prince panic for some reason when i was alive

???: probably because i run away from anything

???: ...is that a good thing?

FT: Hah! [Thanks] for the idea!.asdf

fineTurtle (FT) set up a new handle.

NEW HASSLEMON HANDLE SELECTED

princePanic (PP)

FT: Well? What do you [think]?.asdf

PP: ...huh

PP: this looks great! thanks!

FT: You're welcome! Now what about your typing quirk?.asdf

PP: um... well... i want something with lots of sharp teeth!

PP: and something "king" related

OR: ^Ahh.^ / think / have an v/dea.v

omenedRonin (OR) set up typing quirk settings for princePanic.

???: Just set up something simple for me for now; I'll add more to it later when I find something I really like about this place!

AA: Ɛ==3 NicƐ==who==ar==3 you talking to?

???: Whoever BB is.

BB: 8Ɑ AWWW SICK! THATZ ME ⱭUⱭE! YOU WANT A TYPING ϘUIRK? I'LL 8E HAPP-E TO GIVE YOU ONE! NOW... SOMETH-N SIMP-L, YOU SAY...

bespectacledBomb (BB) set up typing quirk settings for ???.

BB: 8Ɑ HEY WHATZ UR HANDLE 8RO?

???: Oh, um... I don't—

fineTurtle (FT) set up a new Hasslemon handle.

HASSLEMON HANDLE SELECTED

vivaciousVegetarian (VV)

FT: Ta-da!.asdf

VV: ...huh. Huh! I love it! Thanks for that! What's your name again?

FT: Steggy!.asdf

VV: Right! Thanks Steggy! Alright then BB!

BB: 8Ɑ U GOT IT ⱭUⱭE!

bespectacledBomb (BB) set up typing quirk settings for vivaciousVegetarian (VV).

SM: As for me, I will go and create my own quirk.

solitaryMeditation (SM) opened up typing quirk settings.

OR: ^Alr/ght, / bel/eve that / have come vp w/th an /deal typ/ng qv/rk for yov, Tyr/e. Here /t v/s./

princePanic (PP): Prefixes every line with o——, resembling a scepter; puts [WMW] in between all lines; replaces E with Σ. All lowercase letters.

omenedRonin (OR applied settings.

PP: o—— ...huh? [WMW] did it work? [WMW] hΣy! [WMW] look at that! [WMW] it actually workΣd! [WMW]

VV: Whoa~! Tyrie, that looks great! I love it!

PP: o—— r-rΣally? [WMW] thanks! [WMW]

OR: ^/^ do believe that svits vyov.v

BB: 8Ɑ AWWW SWEET! THAT LOOKS SICK!

AA: Ɛ==3 NicƐ==3

VV: Hey there BB! How's my quirk going?

BB: 8Ɑ JUST U WAIT 8RO! ITZ GONNA 8E SICK! ...OH WAIT HANG ON ITZ ⱭONE! 8EHOLⱭ!

vivaciousVegetarian (VV): Prefixes and suffixes every line with carats; replaces E's with €:.

bespectacledBomb (BB) applied settings.

BB: 8Ɑ ALRIGHT! WHAT ⱭO YOU THINK?

VV: ^Whoa...! This looks gr€:at! Thanks, C€:phalo!^

BB: 8Ɑ GLAⱭ I COULⱭ HELP!

solitaryMeditation returned.

SM: Ɑ I ann I3ack. D

solitaryMeditation: Replaces m=nn, g=q, q=g, b= I3, i=?, and every instance of the letters "and" with an ampersand. Never speaks in the past tense and only uses present and future. Encases his lines with D's.

VV: ^Cool~! Can I s€:€: all of what it looks lik€:?^

SM: Ɑ You certa?nly can. Do note, however, that th?s takes nne a lonq t?nne. ?n pr?or t?nnes ? want a gu?rk that d?splays nny r?ddl?nq nature as nnuch as poss?I3le. An exannple sentence looks l?ke th?s: D

SM: Ɑ The gu?ck I3rown fox junnps over the lazy doq. D

VV: ^Whoa...! Your typing quirk looks so cool!^

PP: o—— i likΣ it! [WMW]

SM: Ɑ ? ann qlad to see you l?ke ?t. D

FT: Alright, then! That covers all the typing quirk stuff! Should we [introduce] ourselves?.asdf

AA: Ɛ==3 Naaaah I just want to gƐ==t==straight==to==t==3aring TƐ==am==Lightning==to==shr==3ds

HA: O=(i uh er i think ill stay out of this)=O

AA: Ɛ==3 Ohhh no

AA: Ɛ==3 You arƐ==not==staying==hƐ==r==3

HA: O=(b but i dont like to fight)=O

HA: O=(and im blind)=O

AA: Ɛ==3 So?

OR: ^Alas,^ yov w/ll have to learn to f/ght eventvally. / know that Owen /s probably go/ng to want to vse yov at some vpo/nt.v

FT: [Hey!] He doesn't have to [fight] if he doesn't want to!.adsf

OR: ^True,^ but /t does not change the fact that he w/ll have to learn how to adapt /f he ever gets put /nto a s/tvat/on l/ke th/s /n the vfvtvre.v

FT: Touche!...aaah, you're no fun anymore..asdf.

HA: O=(um well i er)=O

HA: O=(um)=O

HA: O=(er)=O

HA: O=(um)=O

VV: ^Hang on. You'r€:... blind?^

HA: O=(um)=O

HA: O=(unfortunately yes)=O

VV: ^So that's why I can h€:ar €:v€:rything! Don't worry; I can h€:lp you.^

HA: O=(you)=O

HA: O=(you can)=O

VV: ^Sur€:! I know a thing or two about battling, and this T€:am Lightning sounds r€:ally bad... What do you think?^

HA: O=(b but im blind)=O

VV: ^I can t€:ll you wh€:n an attack is coming.^

HA: O=(...)=O

OR: ^...^

VV: ^...^

HA: O=(w well)=O

HA: O=(i suppose)=O

VV: ^Alright! Don't worry; you'll do gr€:at!^

AA: Ɛ==3 Good

OR: ^We^ had best prepare ovrselves, vthen.v

Everyone left the chat.

Hearthome City Streets, Super Contest Hall Exterior:

"I wonder how well they'll take it," Mark wondered, not really sure of what else to say while Travis said nothing, keeping his eyes focused on the progression of the line, making sure to let his friends know to get a move on when the opportunity presented itself. Of course the clamor of background chatter made it difficult to communicate at times, and only seemed to get worse as the party stepped closer to the Super Contest Hall with the chatter almost unintelligibly mixing with the tremors of the background music before it leveled out temporarily.

"Dude I can't believe they got Radio Face to open for DJ G@TTIS! He doesn't get nearly as much attention as he deserves!" One of the attendees ahead of the group said before another one scoffed in response, "They seriously couldn't pick a better front man? That DJ R4-V3 wannabe depends way too much on sampling. Almost as bad as artists who think autotune is an instrument!"

"See, a lot of people think Radio Face is uncreative for using other people's work, but he mixes, mashes, and blends them all up into something new," the Radio Face fan defended before their critic would reply, "He really blurs the line between plagiarism and fair use, it's all pretty sketch if you ask me."

While chatter like this would continue on as the party inched closer towards the Super Contest Hall, Mark would get a notification on his mobile from Haxx that read: Security Alert: You have been identified as part of the security blacklist at the front gates. Strangely enough, so have your friends Mark and Owen.

Mark would type in response in an SMS format, That’s BS, we’ve got tickets and everything! I wonder who uninvited us…

This unit thinks we all know the answer to this question, and has fortunately discovered the security for accessing the guest blacklist is ironically basic and might as well be non-existent. Give this unit the order, and I’ll ensure this discrepancy is corrected once we near the gates.

Do what you’ve gotta do Haxx, we didn’t come all the way out here just to be turned away, Travis would reply before putting his phone away.

“Just browsing the internet or chatting with classmates?” Mark idly wondered before Travis dismissively replied, “Just taking care of business man, don’t worry about it,”

As the party continued inching their way towards the Super Contest Hall Entrance, a self-styled, distinct member of the crowd was chatting on a flip phone in style only but had the same quality hardware one would find in a modern smartphone. This young man about 50 places behind Mark, Travis, and Owen’s places in line was clad with a backwards black, white, and gold baseball cap with black hair sticking out of the adjustable portion and complemented by a blue and silver fashion, parts his conversation could be heard from his end.

“Yo, you wouldn’t believe the line here! They closed the whole street so we wouldn’t be blocking traffic!” He said before begrudgingly listening to the voice on the other line before explaining, “I mean I get it, the rest of the city ends up having to deal with traffic, but you know how it is….Yeah….Sure….Hearthome’s pretty cool, nothing like Goldenrod City but that city’s in a league of its own ya know? Not really a fair comparison—Dude chill, this isn’t my first concert, I know my way around……Yeah, I brought my ear plugs just in case they don’t have any, quit sounding like my mom!” That last bit would result in the young man pulling his head away from the phone and lowering the volume to ignore what sounded like an offended tirade, but he was more amused than anything like he meant to goad the recipient on for his own amusement.

“Look I’ve gotta go. I’ll let you know how the concert goes when it’s over, kay bye!” With that the young man would say before hanging up, flipping the phone shut and pocketing it before noticing his Torracat poking his head out of his blue and silver backpack. “It’s okay Sketch, we’re still outside. We’ll get there eventually,” He reassured the cat, gently headpatting the feline pokemon before gently pushing him back into the pack, scratching the Torracat’s back a little bit while zipping the bag but leaving it open just enough for Sketch to be able to breathe.

After about 15 minutes of shuffling and putting up with the growing intensity of the background music that was becoming more distinct, the party would finally reach the gates leading into the Super Contest Hall, which has been temporarily modified with a metal detector, turnstiles, and a sentry behind a booth who processed the tickets through a scanner meant to filter out counterfeits.

“Next! Present your tickets and trainer badges, one at a time!” The sentry ordered after letting a concert attendee who looked like a standard 90’s raver and their ampharos through. Please wait a moment… Haxx would inform Travis via notification, making his phone vibrate to get his attention. As he began grabbing his trainer badge, the sentry would instruct him to wait before pulling up the computer to consult his blacklist before doing a double take and pausing.

“Is there an officer proble—I mean, problem officer?” Travis would inquire with a bit of levity before the sentry explained, “I…I could have sworn you and your buddies were on my blacklist earlier…but I’m not seeing it now…”

“It could just be a glitch in your system or coincidence, I assure you we’re class acts,” Travis tried to reassure the sentry, who only paused with uncertainty for a moment before one of the attendees in the back began shouting, “Hey what’s the hold up here?! Come on!” “Yeah! I’ve been waiting here for 8 hours, hurry the fuck up!” Another guest added before the sentry shook his head and finally said, “Eh, you’re all probably fine. Been stuck here for way too long and my relief’s running late. Put anything electronic or metal in the tray before going through the scanner and move along, NEXT!”

After the party would get through the front gate security measures, Mark would mutter, “I thought this was a concert, not a fucking airport…”

“Well, ever since the Team Lightning shenanigans from the Techspo, I suppose they’d need to ramp up security,” said Owen.

“Guess we’ll see how well this extra security will pay off,” Mark grumbled with Travis adding, “I really hope this level of security doesn’t become the new normal, really kills the vibe.” Not wanting to waste any more time, Mark and company would find themselves slowly moving forward with the crowd through the Super Contest Hall, practically being herded through decorative hallways that combined elements of Dieselpunk, Neon Noir, and Post-Apocalyptic aesthetics for the sake of the concert.

Hi, I’m oghond, and I’m a Rushaholic. Sorry if I annoy you unintentionally. 😅
DuneTheWanderer Since: Jan, 2014
#581966: Dec 21st 2022 at 8:48:20 PM

Mt. Battle, Master's Office

-Dune looks at his watch.-

Dune: Should be arriving about now...

-He swings his legs off of his desk and goes out to the arena.-

Dune: ... I just realized how hard it might be to fly this high. Hm.

-He takes out his phone to make a text but soon sees a pair of wings and trio of heads coming towards him perpendicular to the sunset.-

Dune: Oh, no, wait, there they are.

-Dune ponders how weird his life has become as his distant cousin landed on his platform.-

Doradan: <Gah! Ha... ha... do you know... how thin the air is up here?!>

Dune: Oh yeah, great for workouts, I'll tell you that.

-Shaking their Hydriegon form, Doradan shifts back to human form.-

Doradan: You should really install a landing pad at a more reasonably altitude.

Dune: Yeah, you and Dezi both have told me that. It's on the list.

Doradan: Right. So, what do you need?

Dune: You... happen to be uniquely qualified to help me iron out the details of something.

Doradan: How so?

Dune: Okay, so. That neat little curse you got? And your solution to it?

-Doradan pulls out the starmetal latticework necklace.-

Doradan: Yeah? What of it?

Dune: You happen to be in a good position to help me figure out how the hell to talk to teenagers about their gender identities.

Doradan: Whoa-ho, pump the breaks there, Derek. Run that by me again?

Dune: Okay, look, we've both spent some time on both sides of the fence, but for you, there is no fence.

-Just to make sure their distant cousin hadn't cursed them, Doradan shifts from Dora to Dan before going back to their preferred midpoint.-

Doradan: Okay. Point made. But what makes you think I'm any good talking about it than you are?

Dune: Because you still have some of that fancy Kalosian oratory training.

Doradan: Dune, high school was ten years ago! College was six! What the hell do you think I remember about that?!

Dune: What'd you minor in?

Doradan: Oh, well, you know, Bachelor's in history with a minor in women's lit- hey! Don't change the subject!

Dune: Sounds to me like you just need a sounding board to bounce off of and you'll be good.

Doradan: Are you even listening to me at this point?

Dune: Yes, of course. You just suck at leading conversations.

Doradan: Hey, that's... not... Hm.

Dune: C'mon, I'll introduce you to the faculty.

Doradan: -Miming Dune's casual arm cross- "Hey guys, this is my distant cousin. They can turn into a dragon and can cross the gender barrier like it's a shower curtain."

Dune: Not the weirdest story they've ever heard.

Doradan: Oh gods, what have you and your wild girlfriend been doing since I last saw you?

Dune: First off, we married.

Doradan: Oh!

Dune: Second off, we adopted a psychic test subject who was left for dead by a secretive conspiracy.

Doradan: Oh.

Dune: Thirdly, we're pregnant.

Doradan: Aw, congrats! Now circle back to that last one.

AbsentCoder Some Rando from Doofenshmirtz Neutral Incorporated Since: Jul, 2017 Relationship Status: RelationshipOutOfBoundsException: 1
Some Rando
#581967: Dec 22nd 2022 at 9:53:52 AM

Nuvema Crime Scene

"Hm," Kendall considered, looking at the paper. "A first draft," he identified. "The thoughts from the investigation before they're organized," he identified.

He turned to look at the metallic clatter, the sight of the knife at Pent's feet causing him to smirk.

"Seems Lamb's archery hand no hand in this," he chuckled, pleased the bloodied knife was present. It was either the killer's or the victim's blood, either way, Kamui was free.

Hamlet, Past

She held up the light behind the spinning film, unsure of what it was showing her. How long hand it been spinning like this?

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#581968: Dec 22nd 2022 at 11:45:48 AM

Stormchaser, Workshop

-Pollen flits through the air, scoring her needle over sheet metal-

Thespi: <No, the other way.>

Pollen: <Wh—>

Thespi: <Cut the other way!>

-she breaks and stomps her foot midair, unbalancing herself-

Pollen: <We're working off a blueprint! I'm following the lines!>

Thespi: <That direction's not aesthetically pleasing! You gotta feel the design in your bones.> >:c

Pollen: <I don't have bones!! And neither do you!>

Thespi: <You have more things that're almost bones than I do!>

Pollen: <You put that Flash back through the cellophane or so help me>

-several meters over, Pippy looks up from aquajet-cutting another tracing-

Pippy: <Don't fight.>

Pollen: <Whatever, mom.>

-Pippy's kind enough not to draw attention to the horrorstruck look that crosses her faceplates-

Thespi: <You just got a funny look on your face.> :?

Pollen: -shrieks-

Tripod: -baps Thespi-

-...Pippy presses his wingtips together, ushering calm into his turbulent hydrosac-

Pippy: <"There's a time and place for everything - and battling's best when you're not operating heavy machinerwharglblargl>

Pollen: <You're heavy machinery.>

-in this shop, they all are, really-

-lamellar flow in a cutting edge—a thin, clear jet spears from Pippy's beak and shears without slowing, passing through solid metal into...-


Vee: -freshly stabbed, harmlessly- <Mh, thr 't 's.>

-a handy shock absorber-

Vee used Iron Tail!

-she gathers particulate metal into a pool at the base of her spine—no sense in letting it go to waste, or worse, to litter-

-she moves to match her partner's jet in sightless, perfect sync, long familiarity—and also the psychic song comprising her soul—letting her follow with ease-

-she catches the shape, handily, as it falls-

Pippy: <Veeee, you're all flat again>

Vee, a pancake: <'xcuse you, m' fizzy as f'ck.> -she holds still while he grinds the edges down to a respectable finish-

-...-

Pippy: <...rotate?>

-...-

-...-

Pippy: <Done.>

Vee: -peering over- <R'dy?>

Ceal: -setting down his cards- 🎶👍🏼🎶

-Ceal sings a rippling bubble of pure concussive force-

-Vee ripples idly beneath her cutout, patiently watching the song build in complexity; the shape in specificity-

-until it's time to body-slam her sheet metal onto the sonic mold, bending the plate around its surface-

Vee used Strength!

-rattled through and through, Vee hammers down any stray corners-

-and, just far enough to avoid being deafened or bludgeoned...-

Megan: -mutters, grumbling at the Auracite laid out on the table in front of her-

-her hands are shaking-

-...why did she let whatever it was she did drain her so much-

-whatever it was she did-

-whatever it was-

Fraidy: <H-here.>

-Megan blinks at the graceful finger-pads that take her tools from her-

Fraidy: <Let me?>

-she scoots over-

-she watches Fraidy's nictitating membranes descend, shielding her eyes from wiring sparks-

-she watches Pippy sidle next to her, fusing components with his heavier arc-welding-

Pippy used Flash Cannon!

-Vee sidles in her lap, content-

-Megan pets her-

Megan: ...Vee, are you chewing on my phone?

Vee: <Mh?>

-she seems to notice what's in her mouth for the first time-

Vee: -ptui!-

-right into Megan's waiting hand-

Megan: -amused- I don't really mind, you know.

Vee: <Don't wanna be the reason you replace your phone.>

Megan: ...again? :P

Vee: -sigh- <Again.>

-her heart is full to breaking with love for them-

No mind to think. No will to break.
Umbramatic Meet The New Boss from WAAPT usually, sometimes WHABP or maybe PEFE Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: Gay for Big Boss
Meet The New Boss
#581969: Dec 22nd 2022 at 5:59:21 PM

Celstic, Cynthia's Grandma's House

Cynthia's Grandma: Well... Not entirely without a trace. She indicated her next stop was Paldea.

Owen: Paldea? I've only been there once... But it's probably worth heading for again. She might still be there...

Cynthia's Grandma: ...And she also told me to give you this if you came.

-Hands Owen a Storage Key-

Owen: "This key... It's got Team Iron insignias on it. What could it be for...?"

Odin: -listening to Vaughn- "Wait... space and time be damned... Maybe the guy who can travel between space and time can help us."

Owen: "Oh! You're right!"

-gets up and shakes Vaughn's shoulders- "You can help us!"

Odin: "Let's split up. I'll go and help Vaughn with the investigation of Alonya's traces through spacetime and this Authority and you can take care of that key and Paldea."

Owen: "Deal!"

Cynthia's Grandma: "Glad I could help!"

Legendary Hotel

-Voyd takes the phone and happily poses with Kendall, Tommy and Jean-

-Yvan gives the "I'm watching you" gesture to Kendall-

Nuevma

Jared: Dudes, what's this Guild here? It's got a lot of highlighting so I think it's important...

Meat Palace

'Lead Monkey: <Oops. New plan!>

-Elric tries to push the Meatball back to sender-

Lavender Tower

-Colored Pencils slumps over in a heap-

Colored Pencils: <Ugh... No way. Defeated by a no-name, no-talent disgusting piece of POP CULTURE! You were better back when you turned cities into eggs and fought tortillas, man...

-He falls unconscious, and then glows, separating into... a normal Smeargle and an ordinary box of colored pencils-

-A Magic Circle appears near the streamer-

Olivia:' <Hey a Magic Circle appeared! It's like it came from that Colored Pencils thing you defeated. Must be important!>

Jackie: ...I think I'll let Gale have this one. No magic stretching for me.>

Contact Me!
Daydre That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth from the trash Since: Jun, 2014 Relationship Status: Gone fishin'
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
#581970: Dec 22nd 2022 at 6:39:44 PM

Stormchaser, Ynos

Ynos: -to Ever- "I... I don't know if I'm here to have fun, exactly, but thank you..?"

Ynos: "Last missing guest?"

Almost like she was waiting for him to say that, a knife goes flying across the room and embeds itself in the wall behind him.

Aislinn: "I'm sorry, ship, I will fix it later."

Aislinn: -narrowing her eyes at Ynos- "..."

Stormchaser, Workshop

The clatter of a vent cover hitting the ground comes from... Somewhere.

And from that somewhere comes a Daydre!

She leans her head on Megan's shoulder.

... She is, coincidentally, wearing a black and red motorcycle helmet that makes this a little difficult, but it's some protection from the welding being done at least?

off the shits
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#581971: Dec 22nd 2022 at 6:54:45 PM

Stormchaser, Workshop

-Megan yowls, startling from hyperfocus, instinctively punching the helmeted—-

Vee: <<Nope. Redo.>>

Megan: Daydre! <3 :D

-she performs an affectionate action on the motorcycle helmet in front of her-

-bonk-

Megan: -forehead-to-forehead- Ahh, I missed you. You look well!

-as does she!-

-gone is the sickly state her exertions at the facility left her in—she's flushed out, bulked back up, with only the slightly manic edge to her gaze that is now characteristic of her-

-...and surrounded by her full team, which is a rarity these days-

Thespi: <Daydre!> XD

-a head-sized puffball zooms headlong into Daydre's head-sized head-

- b o n k -

Thespi: <I've been making art!>

Pollen: <We've been making what?!>

-she's cut the flat pattern for a large, anatomically correct heart into a plate of sheet metal, which Pippy is dutifully carving out-

Megan: Oh I love the red-and-black, you look sleek. Did you get a hoverbike? Can I ride pillion?

No mind to think. No will to break.
Daydre That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth from the trash Since: Jun, 2014 Relationship Status: Gone fishin'
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
#581972: Dec 22nd 2022 at 7:17:31 PM

Stormchaser Workshop

Daydre: -:3- "Hehe."

She is bonked (x2)! Looking around to make sure no one else is going after her head, she pulls off the helmet and shakes out her hair. She then gives Megan a quick peck on the cheek.

Notably, she has switched her hairstyle from braids to twintails and she's (presumably) wearing contact lenses. Her clothing is all black, but that's normal enough for her nowadays. Her pokeball belt has been modified and there's now two completely normal sheathed knives affixed to it in addition to the normal pouches.

Daydre: -to Thespi- "Ooh, cool! I don't know much about metalworking but it's always sounded interesting to me... What's your inspiration, if I may ask?"

Daydre: -to Megan- "I don't yet :c. I kinda just bought this because it was on sale, I know, bad habit, but! It'll be helpful for whenever I need to ride a mon, or something. I don't have too many that're riding size, but you never know."

Manic recognizes manic, though it's not really a problem. Daydre is just rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet a little, nothing to worry about.

off the shits
rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (USA) (Time Abyss) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#581973: Dec 22nd 2022 at 7:30:34 PM

Lavender Tower, deep past

Ann: -As Colored Pencils falls- Glad that's over.

Zee's Cabin, past

Zee: -Gives a noncommittal grunt in response-

Stormchaser, past

Chiyo: -Letting go of Ynos in order to place herself between him and Aislinn- Aislinn, I understand your unease about this, but Ynos didn't kill your mother.

Stormchaser Kitchen, also past

-To Kamon-

Admittedly I haven't seen much of her recently either.

And she's not even actively avoiding me...

Edited by rmctagg09 on Dec 24th 2022 at 10:45:12 AM

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#581974: Dec 23rd 2022 at 6:14:05 AM

Celestic

Vaughn looked a bit worried, then Colt started to let out a laugh. ~I mean, breaking into Authority HQ would be quite the feat. They'd never think to look for us there.~

"I dunno if my access card still works," Vaughn said.

~Worth a shot.~

Vaughn sighed and stood up, adjusting his jacket. "Okay, okay... let's give it a shot."

~We'll need to head to a special spot, our tempad is an older model.~

Nuvema - Crime Scene

For the knife, Silas motioned for a plainclothes officer to step in and bag it. At Jared finding the papers with guild, he looked to the pDroid, which had a black and blue Pory head pop out.

Bishop flew over to Jared. "The Guild, is more than likely the Hunter's Guild. International Criminal organization dedicated to the directing of Poachers, or as they like to be called, Hunters. We've had a few run ins ourselves, the Guild is very elusive and hard to pin down," he explained.

~However there was a break through recently, the Guild Hunter known as Delta. Aka former Angelan Champ and CEO of King Industries Jack King, was captured and arrested. He had his day in court about a month ago and currently sits waiting for transfer over the next few days,~ Hacks added. ~Could Naomi have been investigating the Guild?~

Silas stood up and brushed his metal hand through his hair, before rolling his shoulder. "So a knife, no burnmarks with the blood stain, and an old burnt copy of the article our Geosoc writer was penning. Anything else we can spot or do we think we're ready for court tomorrow?"

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#581975: Dec 23rd 2022 at 6:26:02 AM

Legendary Hotel

Feeling the daggers Yvan was glaring into him, Kendall looked at her while his phone floated in front of him, held up by a floating Master Hand glove as it reclaimed the phone from Voyd.

Unflinching yet fearful, he traced a red "X" over his heart, the illusion fading a few seconds later as he began to send the photo to its intended recipients; the photo's subjects.

Meat Palace

Ahemait grit his teeth as his head adopted the metallic sheen of Iron Head, before he charged right into the oversized meatball.

Nuvema Crime Scene

"Hm," Kendall considered, lifting up all the scraps of paper like he was looking for something, eventually turning his gaze back to where Naomi’s body was. Hesitantly, he walked over, catching a shape in the soot. He knelt down and picked up the card, gently waving it to reveal it as Lamb’s calling card.

"Found Lamb's card," he announced. "But, it’s covered in soot and ash,” he noted.

Edited by AbsentCoder on Dec 24th 2022 at 12:59:55 PM

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