Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: Thank you. And I'll take all the help I can get. Arceus knows I need it. So, a pretender knight, huh? I've never met a real knight, so you could have fooled me.
Atrin chuckles a bit.
Atrin: So, if you get the badges, what then? Gonna challenge the league?
Druid Dude
Desmond: Haha, sorry, I got a bit carried away. Sometimes you get committed to your part in a play a bit too much.
Desmond chuckles awkwardly.
Morgan: <Sadly, I don't think knighthood is very common in these times. There's probably that Elite 4 guy from Kalos, but he might just be putting on an act.>
she shrugs, and Desmond strokes his chin.
Desmond: Actually, I guess I am. Morgan here says that battling strong foes helps us get stronger. It's a bit sad we won't normally be in sync, but we do still have a telepathy link, so it's not all bad.
he sighs forlornly.
Desmond: What I actually want is to fight a fellow sword wielder. If it's against someone with the Honedge line, then it'd be perfect!
his eyes gleam, visualizing the epic battle between swordsmasters.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin chuckles a bit.
Atrin: I mean, I would, but I think Fleurir's a bit heavy to use as a sword. Just a bit. You hear of a lot of guys who swordfight with Pokemon?
Druid Dude
Desmond At least you have a mighty steed. You may ride around on Fleurir and dispense Earthquakes like gold to the poor.
he laughs.
Desmond I have but my sword (‘’’ Morgan:’’’ Hey!) but she serves me as well as I serve her!
Edited by Jules-Firenze on May 24th 2023 at 9:17:54 PM
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
The Wanderer
Somewhere in Sinnoh, present
Chiyo: -Thinks back to earlier in the year...-
A restaurant in Jubilife, c. early March 2023
Lydia: -Holding a smoothie as she spots the truant in question- Hello, Chiyo, fancy seeing you here.
Chiyo: -Drinking her own- Don't play coy, we both know your Unown saw me here.
Lydia: -Taking a seat across from her- Guilty as charged. I met your Batchmates Chloe and Abe the other day, interesting people.
Chiyo: -Neutrally- They told me.
-Thinking pose-
Actually Lydia, I had a question I wanted to ask you. Nothing to do with the School's plans.
Lydia: -Wearing a smug grin- Okay, shoot.
Chiyo: When we met in Sunnyshore shortly before New Years, who was that guy you left with? He wasn't one of us, or a School employee. In fact I'm pretty sure he probably doesn't even have powers. And yet you were with him, I guess you forgot I could still see you from inside.
-Cracking a grin-
What's his deal Lydia?
Lydia: -Nonchalantly- Well, I do have certain needs that need fulfilling after all, and a non-Auric's good for some fun under the covers if enthralling isn't in the cards. That's all it is, really.
Chiyo: -Leaning over the table, unconvinced- You're lying. When you looked into his eyes that day, you were horny, sure. But I also saw... affection. He means something to you past what you're getting out of him.
Lydia: -Snorts- You seriously think he's anything more than a booty call for me? You never struck me as particularly naïve, but maybe I should reevaluate you.
Chiyo: Maybe that's how it started, he was just a booty call at first. You bat your eyes at him a little, you flirt, you fuck, it's all business.
-Eyebrow raise-
But I don't think that's true anymore, now is it? Maybe that hasn't been true for a while. He's warming a lot more than your bed now.
Lydia: -Drops her grin as she actually starts looking somewhat agitated at Chiyo's questioning- I told you, non-Aurics are inferior to us.
Chiyo: -Grin growing wider- You did, and yet here you are, with a non-Auric. Is that really what you believe, that they're inferior to us, or are you just trotting the School's bottom line?
Lydia: -Gritting her teeth before responding- Maybe that speech of yours had an effect on me.
-Pointing at the choker around her neck-
See this? He got it for me because it matched my eyes, one of the few things I've ever gotten from anyone without any sort of strings attached. I was surprised, he has no idea about us, but I never pretended I was looking for anything other than sex. He caught feelings for a Templar anyway and wanted to show that...
-Bitterly-
Foolish, really. As if I could be his woman.
-Nursing her smoothie-
If the School found out about him and that he was more than simply a consistent sexual outlet, someone to play with... there'd be trouble. They might even kill him, either by having me do it as punishment, or having Adelinde or someone else take care of it.
Chiyo: And yet you choose to stay, despite the fact that, like us, you can't have what you want?
Lydia: Like I told your Batchmates, I'm too useful for the School not to expend every resource on my death or recapture, like they did for you. And unlike you, I'm no fighter, so this is my best method of survival.
Chiyo: Despite the fact that you're stuck like this?
Lydia: Yes.
Ambiguous Time
From: Tagg
I'm a little disturbed about how they know that.
Edited by rmctagg09 on May 24th 2023 at 2:07:40 PM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Yeah they definitely find out things you wouldn't have expected. Can't tell you how accurate some of the recent stuff is but Pokeforms at least were well known in the fanbase back when I was big in it.
From: Maggie
A Skyscraper Office, Paseo de la Paldea
, Mesagoza
A middle aged, dark haired, sharply dressed Paldean man stared out at the large picture window of his office, which overlooked much of Mesagoza's cityscape. The day was clear, and from that vantage point the prominent spires of the distant Academia at Mesagoza's old city center could be seen.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his suit and tie. Dr. Juan Valdés was expecting company.
Intercom voice: Dr. Cassander Circhester has arrived, sir.
Dr. Valdés: Send him in.
The door opens. Enter an elderly Galarian man with gray hair. He wore a blazer and turtleneck.
Dr. Valdés: Cassander, old chap. Welcome to Mesagoza. Lovely weather.
Dr. Circhester: Dispense with the pleasantries, amigo. We have business to discuss.
Dr. Valdés: Loosen up, Cass. There'd be time for that.
A porygon-powered dumbwaiter opens to Circhester's right.
Dr. Valdés: Might I interest you in churros and chocolate? I insist.
Dr. Circhester: Well, why didn't you just say so?
—
Dr. Valdés: When we first envisioned this project, we thought we'd have created something worth replicating. I've seen the progress we've had with control and enhancement. The Synaptic's experiments with brainless thralls to control have proved promising, [Moscovium] saw to that. But our attempts at the enthrallment of groups of third-party individuals proved... patchy, to say the least, as was our experiments on cooperative enhancements.
Dr. Circhester: Certainly not letting Dr. Tran live that down, are you.
Dr. Valdés: Ah, such a sweet little subject, poor Neodymium. Couldn't hold a candle to Helium's formula of enhancement, even with his more restricted application. And it's not like Tran's the only one. The genetic code that produced the 8-hour halogen is a literal dead end, despite promises to the contrary.
Dr. Circhester: How well do I remember.
Dr. Valdés: It seems only fitting that we don't mourn the loss of that corpse. What's there to refine? Even if it was viable, in theory the clone can only sync that many thralls with an ample amount of power. Such a huge energy expenditure only proves that this avenue of enthrallment was... inefficient. "Always connected mentally to sources of electricity?" Please. Might as well make a chimera with Zapdos' DNA while we're at it.
Dr. Circhester: Speaking of blasphemous affronts, what of Dr. Moreau's experiments?
Dr. Valdés: He's been secretive of his production techniques. What I do know is that he went through hoops to get the genetic material for his "Pavo," as he calls it. Powerful, but his old corporatocratic habits die hard. Apparently, it's all "proprietary" and he doesn't share anything. Any relation to that Moreau, perchance?
Dr. Circhester: You know, it was never really clear.
Dr. Valdés: Anyway, swarming units of thralls are all well and good, but a cohesive elite collective, which can be directed, proves more powerful. The old quality over quantity approach. I believe you're acutely aware of the power they can wield when they're synced; I've sent you the recent tests; I trust you've watched them.
Dr. Circhester: Was sending for my Templar to act as the courier necessary?
Dr. Valdés: A courier is faster than the bandwidth of our networks. We're resting on a game-changer if we could get them to hold it for more than a few minutes.
Dr. Circhester: Indeed. We've only one major hurdle in front of us, then.
Dr. Valdés: Two, I believe. Consider yourself lucky that the Principal finds your shortcomings worth overlooking, Cassander.
Dr. Circhester: Spare me your pontifications, Juancho. I wouldn't have kept the two nobles on a tighter leash had I known you've made significant progress. The challenge wasn't so much their raw power as it is getting them to sync long enough for that power to be useful. Isn't that right? Until then, this avenue will still be a glorified dead end.
Dr. Valdés: I'm surprised you had managed to get yours to sync at all.
Dr. Circhester: They've done it very briefly. No power enhancements, but an impressive performance of cohesion. I've seen them in their tests. A boar hunt. The cohesion broke when they disagreed on what to do with the Mamoswine they've trapped and cornered. But before that they made short work of it.
Dr. Valdés: You have that problem too, eh?
Dr. Circhester: And the solution.
He picked up his phone and called up his Templar.
Dr. Circhester: Watson, bring in Mr. Tenor to Dr. Valdés's office.
He got an affirmative response. Afterward, he picked up a churro and dipped it into the thick hot chocolate.
Dr. Circhester: Let my associate have a few words with the four Nobles.
Dr. Valdés: I don't know what kind of plot you're trying to pull here, Circhester, but I know where you're planning to lead with it. There is still the inescapable fact that we're missing 3 more Nobles.
Dr. Circhester: One step at a time, Valdés. Once you've gotten 4 of them synced appropriately, retrieving the last 3—and for that matter, the rest of them—would be trivial formality.
Edited by MasterJayAM on May 24th 2023 at 5:18:32 PM
Some Rando
Stormchaser, Room 713
Spagged with GH, CW for trauma
"Forget me, what about you? How did you get on here, and what led you to our room?" She pressed, attempting to help her stand up.
“I… I don’t know!” Minna responded, flustered. “I… I had just taken a vacation in Celestic Town, and I bumped into the ship, and I thought it was cool so I went inside, and then I got worried because I didn’t know if I could trust anyone here, a-and then I saw that I was next to this room, and I didn’t want to disturb you in case you were busy so I knocked on the door, and then… well… I’m here now… I guess…”
She looked down, hoping that would be a satisfying enough answer— and then something the girl had said came to her.
“Wait, ‘our’ room?”
“A number of us heard you,” a redhead offered as she leaned through the doorway. “She felt you through the door, though,” she added. “But, why didn’t you just… leave? The way this place is designed, you should have been able to at a moment’s notice.”
Minna paused for a few moments.
“I’m… not sure why I left…” she said. “I mean, I have a Contest coming up in a few days and I can’t afford to lose it again… not after what happened last time…”
Beat.
“Wait… who else heard me? How was she able to ‘feel’ me…?”
The pink-haired one sighed as she shook her head. “Welcome to the Stormchaser, where all the world’s crazy is compacted. You may have heard of us,” she finished.
Minna tilted her head in confusion. She certainly didn’t know who any of these people were— the most she’d ever seen on television were things like Pre Cure and shows that her grandparents had allowed her to watch.
“Oh, no… I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard of any of you before,” she said. “I’m really sorry…”
She stepped into the room and saw more people there than she could ever hope to imagine.
Seconds later, she took her shoes off.
“U-um… who are all of you?” she asked.
Save for the two she had just met, there were a lot of Pokemon in front of her, all of whom introduced themselves by name before the Weavile laughed.
“You don’t need to worry about them. Just… head out once you’re feeling recovered, okay? Max will keep her ribbon on your wrist until then.”
Shooting a look of annoyance back at her, Max shook her head and did so.
Minna tilted her head.
“Huh…?
“W-well… okay, then… anyways… it’s nice to meet you, I suppose.”
And then one of her Poke Balls opened.
A Riolu promptly emerged from it, catching Minna slightly off-guard.
“A-Asuka?!” she cried out. “*Nani o—*”
Asuka just raised her paw in the air to silence her, before turning to face the rest of the humans and mons in front of her and addressing all of them.
No. She can’t go back. She needs to stay on the ship until the Contest day. She needs to have people to talk to. People that aren’t them.
Delilah looked down at the Riolu, listening to her words in contemplation before tilting her head in thought.
“Ohhh, I get it!” Max breathed. “The Stormchaser *called* you here, so that this place could function as a haven!”
The Riolu blinked.
- Do you even have any idea who ‘they’ are?* she asked.
“It… *called* me here?”Minna asked. “I didn’t hear any voices. It just appeared in front of me, I thought.”
She took some time to glance around at all the Pokémon, then turned to face Max.
“Oh! You have a Lucario, a Stoutland, and a Galvantula?” she asked. “That’s wonderful! The Stoutland and Galvantula look so soft and fluffy! And— *sugoiiiiiiiiii~!*”
She stared over in wonder at the Shiny Ninetales in front of her.
“I didn’t know you had a Shiny Ninetales, too!” cried Minna. “That is amazing!”
She promptly stopped, then called herself down.
“Um… I certainly hope you don’t mind me asking, but may I please pet your Pokémon?” she asked.
“Hey,” Max interjected, pulling back the ribbon attached to Minna’s wrist. “Don’t.”
“And they’re not even mine, anyway.”
She didn't ask, so don't tell her, Delilah’s voice said in Riolu’s head.
The Riolu— Asuka— nodded.
Meanwhile, Minna gazed at Max in a look of absolute horror.
“T-they’re… not…”
Before immediately getting down on the floor and performing a full-blown *dogeza* in front of Max’s face.
“*Gomenasai…!*” she cried out. “Please forgive me— I thought they were yours and I thought they were cute and I miss my Joltik so much— I know it’ll be two days before I can finally have them again but still— I’m so sorry— I’m really sorry—”
Asuka rolled her eyes.
Stop groveling, she said sharply. It was just a minor mistake; for the love of Arceus; it’s not as though this person’s going to want to take another—
She stopped, remembering what Delilah had told her.
No… nevermind, she said.
“What?” She asked, pulling the ribbon to pull Minna upright again. “You are just a bundle of trauma aren’t you?”
“Max! Don’t expose them in an environment she doesn’t feel safe in!” Delilah sighed.
“Look, evidently your presence in one of our rooms means she trusts you with the Team’s basic secrets. So… Max? If you’d please?”
She rolled her eyes and sighed, removing something as she was consumed in a flash of light, inadvertently pulling Minna back down.
When all was said and done, a Sylveon stood before her.
Asuka was completely unfazed, but conveyed a telepathic message to Sylveon.
- She won't be able to understand you anymore.*
Then, continuing:
- Oh, "a bundle of trauma" is putting it VERY lightly. She has a lot to learn. I won't spoil any details other than 'she's been told that Pokemon should be treated like pets. And ONLY pets.'*
Minna, meanwhile, fell to the floor in complete shock.
"GAH!"
She looked around in confusion.
"H-huh...? Where'd Max go...?"
And then she noticed the Sylveon in front of her and put two and two together.
"EHHHHH—?!"
She backed away slightly, shocked by what she had just been told (namely, that Max had been a Pokemon the entire time) and looked around at the rest of them, including Delilah.
"W-wait... d-does this mean...?!"
“It means the line between human and Pokemon tends to be quite thin here,” Delilah chuckled.
Delilah shot a look at Asuka, demanding her silence before sighing.
“Yes. Our trainer is out on business in Kalos right now. We’re more or less running the place.
“Oh. Er, Lucario?” Delilah asked over her shoulder.
A Lucario zipped into the room, reaching his Aura-flared paw up to Minna’s ear.
And for the first time, she could hear them.
This time, Asuka was slightly intimidated, though her face still didn’t show it. She simply nodded before clamming up.
Minna, meanwhile, was suddenly bombarded with sound.
“Oh… oh dear… that’s a lot… um… hello there, Lucario.”
After a few moments, Minna paused to catch her breath.
“T-they were all talking about me…” she muttered. “…oh my word… that was amazing! I-I’ve never been able to understand Pokémon before! I—”
She suddenly paused.
“I… um… I do hope they like me. And the rest of my Pokémon… speaking of, would you like to meet the rest of them?”
Delilah and Sylveon dismissed the notion with a respective wave of their hand and paw. “No need. Either we go our separate ways come the Contest, or the Stormchaser continues to serve as a haven for you.
“Either way, there’s no need for you to show everyone.”
Minna paused, and returned Asuka.
“Oh… OK then… I’m sorry… I just thought it would be fun to see Pokémon play with each other, but I don’t even have all of them with me anyways, so…”
She chuckled.
“Besides, I don’t want it to devolve into… um… anything worse…”
And then she stopped.
“…I never introduced *myself*, did I?”
She felt like bursting into tears at that moment. All this time she’d spent talking to these people and she’d neglected to follow one of the first rules her grandparents had taught her. Sweet Arceus, if her grandparents were here to see this, they’d be furious. She glanced around for a bit, looking for any hidden cameras, and barely managed to get out:
“Hi… I’m… M-Minna…”
<Minna da ga, karera no sekinin ga anta no janai,> A voice said with an audible scoff, a Shiny Ninetales lifting her head up from the bed to shoot a look at her.
Hamlet Crossroads, Past
"Trust me, jijitranslation , I'm well aware," she scoffed, rolling her eyes before continuing on the path.
Kalos, Anistar City Gym
"I sense deep turmoil. Why do you carry your grudge, from home to Kalos?" Olympia asked her challenger.
"I was a victim," Kendall countered. "She needs to apologize, when I return home."
"You'll find nothing here," Olympia pointed out. "She does not live in Kalos, you must return home."
"She cast me aside, and turnabout is fair play. Am I mistaken?"
"You're not listening. Blinded by your vitriol, you fail to listen.
"And so you run off, seeking new Pokemon friends, easing your heartaches.
"But without her aid, you will not patch your scarred heart, nothing will improve," she finished.
"Still, you ignore me. We both know what you've come for. I must oblige you."
Stormchaser, Past
And how do you plan to apologize for what you've done? Xatu asked rhetorically, the Shiny Ninetales banging her head against the wall repeatedly in search of an answer. Clearly this is not the solution.
<Uruse! translation > Kamui spat as she stared back at the psychic type. <We both know I know you know the right thing to do, so why don't you just tell me?!>
Would you understand the meaning behind the gesture that I'm thinking of? Would you really believe that a gesture from me would mitigate the feelings he has towards you? He asked rhetorically.
Kamui grumbled, basically burying her face in her paws before something crossed her mind. When did she as for his input anyway?... wait, would... she, really want to talk to her about this in the middle of everything? This was so petty in comparison to everything else, he has better things to do.
But then-
Hey, this was your idea at the end of it all. Don't you dare shift the blame onto anyone, least of all Sunny.
<Get out of my head and let me have my own thoughts.>
That's why I'm here, Kamui. Your own thoughts won't lead you to the right course of action. The dent in the wall is proof of that.
Edited by AbsentCoder on May 24th 2023 at 3:22:14 AM
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
Person, or Idea?
Shortly after Dr. Circhester's call to his Templar, the door to Dr Valdés' office opens. A Galarian gent in his early thirties steps through that door. He is dressed in an almost, but not quite fitting business suit and trouser set, a tie with a piano keyboard printed on it, and a pair of suspiciously cheap-looking sunglasses.
This gent, known as Mr. Tenor, moves to a spot slightly behind and to the side of Dr. Circhester and stands at attention, a slight smile drawn across his face and hands behind his back. He glances at Dr. Valdés, then at the churros and chocolate the two doctors were having. As tempted as he was to make his standard introduction or partake in those churros, he keeps control of himself for now, just in case the good Dr. Circhester has his own plans for this meeting.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: You two are a good team.
Atrin checks something on his phone.
Atrin: I heard there's a casino in Veilstone. And a fancy clothing store. And a few other things besides the gym. Certainly looks like an interesting place.
Behind Atrin, Hekili is still zipping around happily, making happy Vikavolt sounds.
Druid Dude
Morgan: <Sounds very nice. We can visit those along the way!>
Desmond seems interested by one thing in particular, however, and Morgan notices it, slapping him with the scabbard.
Morgan: < NO! WE ARE NOT GOING TO ANOTHER CASINO! >
Desmond: Fine! Jeez, it was going to be a suggesti-
Morgan: < NEVER AGAIN! ALL OUR MONEY! >
Desmond: FINE! DAMN, MORGAN!
Morgan takes a huff, before continuing.
Desmond Sorry about that, we ( Morgan: We?! ) shush Morgan. We had an... ah... unlucky experience with some casinos, that ended with us battling the entire night and day.
he chuckles awkwardly, while Morgan fumed.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: An unlucky experience with- You're not in debt to any mafia types, are you?
Mimir actually looks worried.
Atrin: I'm joking...I hope.
Druid Dude
Desmond: We got indebted to a small-time mafia... Luckily they were impressed enough when we plowed through their goons.
Morgan: <That's why someone has to keep this man from ever gambling again, lest we end up in even deeper waters!>
Morgan shudders angrily, slapping Desmond again.
Desmond: Ok I get the idea! That thing is metal, lay off!
With a sigh, he shakes off the headache growing, and grumbles.
Desmond: Dang. We probably scared away every Pokemon for a mile. Still wanna look around, or we go straight to the Moomoo Milk Cafe?
Edited by Jules-Firenze on May 24th 2023 at 9:39:27 PM
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: Got it. No gambling. And I think we startled them off. Cafe works for me. Unless you still want to catch something, of course. All better, Hekili? Come back.
Atrin recalls Hekili.
Druid Dude
Desmond sighs wearily.
‘’’ Desmond’’’ Nah. I think let's take a break for now. My head's throbbing because of somebody.
‘’’ Morgan:’’’ You deserved it.
the pair continues to bicker about gambling, though in telepathic speech, so the entire way it looked like they were just angrily staring at each other.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Mimir's eyes kind of dart between the two.
Atrin: Sounds good to me. I could use some food anyway.
Druid Dude
Atrin speaking broke the telepathic argument, and Desmond blinks, before laughing.
Desmond: Sorry about that. It's a sore spot for Morgan. She was getting used to having a lot of money after our victories.
Morgan: <So were you! That's why you went to the casino in the first place!>
Morgan retorts. Desmond flaps his hand dismissively, and he turns to Atrin.
Desmond: Yeah, we can go now, just reliving our journeys.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin laughs.
Atrin: I don't mind one bit. It sounds like a fun story. They all do.
Druid Dude
Now sufficiently calmed down, the two continue chatting with Atrin and Mimir.
Morgan: You've probably heard enough about us, but what's one bizarre adventure you've had?
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: Well, let me think a mom- Oh! There was this one time I went to visit my Grandpa in Alola. I didn't exactly explore the region, but he has a garden there. While I was there, said garden had a bit of a Grubbin problem. Namely, that they were eating a bunch of his food. I only recently got Mimir at this time, so I wasn't too experienced. Long story short, I caught one of the Grubbin, and got him to lead the others away. And Hekili's been good to me since then.
Atrin smiles.
Druid Dude
Morgan: <Ah, a story of first friends.>
she seems to reminisce warmly.
Desmond: So Hekili was still pretty rowdy even before, huh?
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: A good bit, yeah. Seems he got more so after he evolved, though. I also got Fleurir on that same trip. She was a gift from a local farmer. It's a weird story, but I guess Fleurir wasn't as able to help around his farm as a Mudbray. So, he offered him to me when my Grandpa mentioned I was an 'up and coming trainer who's going to win all the leagues one day.'
Atrin laughs.
Atrin: He always did have faith in me. Long story short, Fleurir joined me to get stronger. I guess we got that desire in common.
Druid Dude
Desmond: Yeah, must be nice...
Desmond smiles again, but much more subdued. Morgan notices this and quickly steers the topic away.
Morgan: So how's that milk made anyway?
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Route 210
Atrin: As far as I know, they milk Miltank. Why? Got your own theory?
Route 210
Desmond: Hey, no, I gotcha. I'm from Galar, so I guess I can somewhat relate to the hustle and bustle of daily life. You're lucky to have your partners with you.
Morgan: <Which is why it's good that you have partners and friends that care for you and listen to your problems. It makes travel so much easier.>
Desmond & Morgan smile, Desmond translating for her. He pats Atrin on the shoulder with a laugh.
Desmond: I may be a pretender knight, but I know to stick up for people. If you may allow me, I will help you whenever you need it.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.