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Kris: The department store's like a regular poke mart but bigger. You can find your standard poke balls, potions and stuff, but they've also got poke dolls, T Ms, berries and poffins.

Soul: <Look at you being a good little corporate shill!>

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Atrin: Sounds good if you need stuff. You said you work there, right? What's that like?

Mimir gives Atrin a look.

Atrin: You got it. I'll see if they have Persim berry treats, buddy.

Morgan: That's not a bad idea. TMs could expand our movesets, too.

she notes. Desmond nods alongside her, and says:

Desmond: After all those shenanigans, we definitely need a break.

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 25th 2023 at 12:04:32 AM

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Kris: It's okay. It pays for things, I guess. It's tiring, especially if I have to deal with customers. I guess it could be worse, but it's not exactly a dream job.

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Atrin: I imagine you've got a few stories to tell about wild customers.

Atrin thinks for a few moments before noticing shaking in his bag. He pulls out a Pokeball, and sends out Orchard. He immediately hugs her.

Atrin: You okay, Orchard? Another bad dream?

Morgan looks sympathetically at the Appletun.

Morgan: <That happen often?>

She asks, as Desmond sighs with a wince of sympathy.

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 24th 2023 at 10:47:46 PM

Sinnoh Route 210

Atrin: Yeah...I told you I found her near home as an Applin, right? Well, I really don't know what happened before I found her. I know she wasn't native to the area, and assumed all kinds of bad things. And the only way I can really ask is through Mimir's telepathy, and I don't think she'd tell him either.

Atrin frowns, gently holding Orchard.

Atrin: You're okay, girl. We've all got you.

Desmond: Does she need... rest? Someplace to stay?

His concern is palpable, yet he couldn't imagine how Atrin feels for his partner.

Morgan: <Maybe there's another stop, let's find it.>

she nods, ready to help.

Edited by Jules-Firenze on Jun 24th 2023 at 10:56:45 PM

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Atrin: Yeah. Let's find a place to stop for a bit. Sorry for the trouble, but thank you so much for understanding.

Atrin picks up Orchard.

The Hamlet, The Weald

The fungus moves quickly for the first time you've seen it in this cabin, shlorping over and grabbing the jar.

The Fungal Witch: Keeeeeep away. From foooooox...

The mass stares at the jar for a moment before it pushes the jar into itself, the fungal matter molding over it until the jar is hidden within the mass.

The Fungal Witch: Mmmmmmmmmm... Leeeeeeeave.

Huh.

Water Vullumental Temple

-Gale hums a little bit as she looks over the paper Palkia partaking in particular p— Okay I can't figure out a word for combat that begins with P-

Hm. I feel like lady Palkia might have overdone it on the dieting...

-With a shrug, she sends out her Intelleon into the fray-

Sunyshore City

-Gale has wandered over to where Flamel is making his remark of noticing. One hand is ready to draw swords should this Templar react with immediate violence-

Battle Academy

The Girl: Alright cool. Hello miss Gonzalez!

-The girl with the demon horns and markings waves like some ordinary excitable youth-

The Girl: So when are we moving out to hunt bugs?

Pokemart

Yeah I mean, you guys do buyback of treasures trainers find out on Routes yeah?

-Gale gestures at the ?PC?-

I was gonna sell this at that weird clothes shop but it's kinda closed or busy this time of night so... Yeah?

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Pastoria Gym, past

-muggy rainstorm blooms from Crasher Wake's ball-

-through it, Thespi twirls, her Forme melting to blue teardrop-

Thespi: Evaporation...Condensation...Precipitation...

-she hovers under the arena's ceiling, rain building in her Damp Rock pendant-

Thespi: All Fall Down.

-the pendant shatters-

-its shards scatter to the edges of the cloud, gleaming like stars-

(-and aside from a hole blown clear around Daydre's perch-)

Thespi: -raises a nonexistent finger to her dubiously-extant lips-

-and where they pass, its overcast billows to tempest and pours-

Crasher Wake: Oho?

-Megan shouts over the storm made stable-

Megan: We're Water specialists! We should have Water!

Crasher Wake: Just Water?

Megan: Well...!

-high above, charge courses over Thespi-

Politoed: -narrows eyes-

-and a pillar of lightning renders the field a steam-wracked waste-

Megan: That, and the obvious thing.

-she sweeps her arms wide, grin barely wavering-

Everyone knows the weakness this one move presents, in Rain. Impossible to dodge! Impossible to resist! Inconceivable for any Rain team to stand against it, in their own territory!

-Crasher Wake's staring at her, eyebrow raised-

Megan: -grin- Totally...hopeless.

-Wake's tone carries over the wind and rain-

Crasher Wake: ...Megan, how are you challenging me?

Megan: -neutrally- Oh?

Crasher Wake: With that, a challenger...may have more than bested my Pokémon.

Megan: Possibly? :?

Crasher Wake: Possibly.

-he mimes taking off his glasses-

Crasher Wake: But...one specialist to another...can't let that statement stand.

-he sweeps his own arm through the air, spray trailing from it-

Crasher Wake: -roaring- Megan Nguyen...are you here as challenger? Or a fellow Leader?!

Megan: ...

-she speaks the one answer she could possibly give-

Megan: Fellow Leader.

-Wake's Politoed, leaping from a column of Rain, punches Thespi in the face-

Crasher Wake: Gwah hah hah! That's what I like to hear!

Politoed: <Yeah, awesome!>

Thespi: -is being punched in the face-

Megan: -shouting- Up—Again!

Crasher Wake: Dive!

-the Politoed's froggy contralto lets out a few notes, then vanishes again into the dense rain its voice brings—the tempest sweeps the rain away, touching nothing-

-Megan pulls a vial from her belt, watching the way its trailing light flows-

Megan: Thespi, you're embedded in the storm. He's in the dense rain—can you sense it?

Thespi: -building charge- Probably! ^_^

-Megan holds it to her eye, watching a frog-shaped silhouette dart through the sky-

Megan: Behind you. Weather Ball!

-her sphere of influence expands-

-in a world where they had time to monologue, they might have said:-

Megan: You're trapped—for I have learned the Storm of Storms, and it has no greater rider than my Castform.

Crasher Wake: Gwah hah hah! Are you certain?!

Megan: You're always talking about fighting the tide, sir! And you do! Without question! But never without struggle, and by the time that struggle is through, my conquest will be long since secure!

Crasher Wake: -booming- Conquest, yeah?! If we brawled, you'd be right!

-pointing right through the rain, at her-

-Thespi's power swells; Politoed soars through its forming gossamer, winding up-

Crasher Wake: -grinning- But it's not a fight—

-it's a race!-

Crasher Wake: -in reality- AAAAAAAAAAA

Megan: AAAAAAAAAA!!!

-right to the cloudy cheek-

-the zone dissipates before it forms, its source disrupted-

Thespi: Gwuh...

Crasher Wake: Again!

Megan: Switch!

-same fist, different cheek-

Ceal: -through gritted teeth- <Hhi~!>

Politoed: <Heyo~!>

-Ceal's tusks close around the Politoed's hand, up near the ceiling-

Crasher Wake: Oho!

Megan: Do you know what happens to a Politoed that gets suplexed out of the sky through a megavolt potential differential?

-Ceal's flippers clap to either side of his head; Megan flicks a hand to the sky-

Megan: -cough- ...same as anything else. Tideblast!

-a moon, gleaming bright, coalesces from the light glinting off each raindrop-

-it warps the flow of the Rain, pinning the Politoed in its gravity-

Crasher Wake: Same as anything else?

-the Politoed's sticky fingers seize Ceal's watery mane-

Politoed: Ribbit!

Ceal: <M-Megan, I'm having some second thoughts—>

Politoed: :P

Ceal: -frown- <B-but screw this guy.>

-the Moon hauls them both through a quadruple somersault all the way down-

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Kris attempts to give Orchard a sympathetic smile.

Kris: Sounds like your Appletun went through something rough... Do you think something around here triggered that?

Soul grumbles.

Soul: <Come on, Kris, stop projecting. Not everyone's a coward.>

Kris: I'm not sure where the best spot to rest around here are, but I think it's a good idea.

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Atrin: I don't think anything here triggered it. She just has bad dreams a lot.

Atrin gives Orchard a gentle smile as he carries her.

As they walk, they see a house in the distance, and an elderly woman standing outside.

Atrin: Let's ask her for help.

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Hamlet

"Not until you tell me where she is," Kamui pressed. "I'm not leaving without another lead."

Kalos Pokemon League

<Perhaps I can be of assistance?> A voice offered from within a wall, an oversized stone tablet poking its serpentine visage out from a shadow to glare down at Kendall.

"Katsuragi?" He recognized, standing up to meet the Runerigus’s gaze. "… did Kamui put you up to this?"

<Naze, sono you no ten wa jūyou to oomoi ni narimasu ka? ^note Why do you think that sort of point is important? You need a team of six for this, don’t you? And how many do you have now?>

Kendall sighed. “Fine…” he grit his teeth catching the Ghost-type’s ball before pocketing it and adding it to the mass of metal in his pocket.

Gail blinked at the display, in confusion. "… Who's Kamui?"

Edited by AbsentCoder on Jun 26th 2023 at 8:29:16 AM

Isaac followed the footprints up to a locked office, the door handle jiggling. He threw a punch and suddenly before them appeared a blonde man in a dark suit, he cracked his jaw a bit and looked over. "The hell!?"

"My associate here has some questions," Isaac said grabbing Akira by the collar and hefting him up.

"How are you able to track me? I deleted my presence from your brains!"

Down below, the Umbreon was shaken off, Dusty shook himself before looking to Queen. <Slowbrows... always Slowbrows...>

Queen let out a scoff. <You say that like we've faced one before.>

Cardiac let out a shriek. <I WILL NOT BE IGNORED! TIME TO REALLY EXPLODE!>

The cashier shrugged, and scanned the ?PC?, and in an instant, the territory around Gale changed. It was still a market of some sorts... but there was something different about this, they were elsewhere now.

"Good job [BIG SHOT]! We're here at the [2for1specil]! Oh I can just taste [HEAVEN]! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Spamton said popping out of the backpack.

Pokemart?

-The cashier also changes.-

-it's hard to describe exactly how-

-but they stretch and yawn-

Cashier(?): I can't put a price on that. Sorry about that. I can, however, trade you anything you want for it.

-They grin.-

Cashier(?): Anything at all. Ever. The world is your Cloyster, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood JACRED.

-the shop has a lot of weird, weird stuff now.-

-They glance down at the weird little Banette.-

JACRED: Thanks for that, by-the-by. It's nice to get out every once in a while.

-friendly, conversational, perfectly legitimate customer service-

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Kris: Good idea.

Soul: <You people really stoop this low...>

Kris: Soul, it's normal around here to ask for help.

Soul: <Exactly. These people need help. You need help now, too. Failures, all of you.>

Kris: If you can understand my Zorua, please ignore him.

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Atrin nods at Kris.

Atrin: I can't understand him, but tell him thanks for being understanding of the situation. He's sweet.

Sunyshore (A while ago DON'T THINK ABOUT IT IT'S BEEN A LONG YEAR AND IT'S NOT EVEN JULY YET AAAAAAAAAAAA)

-The girl in grey looks over at Flammel. A smirk^Hehehe A mark of contempt, a sign of dismissal crosses her lips as she refuses to answer. A whisper marks her Teleport to a nearby building, where she slips inside the abandoned storefront, the interior hidden by tinted windows.-

Morgan: Cool down, Soul. We're trying to help here.

Morgan sighs.

Desmond then heads off to the small house, yelling,

Desmond: Hello?! Anyone home?

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An elderly woman looks out her window as Desmond yells. She yells back.

Woman: I hear you, I hear you!! I'm not deaf, youngster.

Atrin follows behind Desmond, still holding Orchard. The Old Woman looks at Orchard a bit curiously.

Woman: Well, that's a fine dragon. Though she looks like she's had better days.

Atrin: I'm sorry, ma'am. My Appletun's been having nightmares and having a bit of a tough time handling them, and we were looking for a place to let her take it easy.

Woman: Well, maybe you're in luck. I've certainly got a soft spot for dragons. My name's Wilma, but most around these parts call me Grandma Wilma. Come on in. I'm curious about what can scare a dragon.

Desmond: Thank you very much, Miss Wilma. Mind if we let ourselves in?

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Wilma: Make yourselves at home. Assuming you don't touch anything at your house, that is.

Atrin: Thank you. ma'am.

Atrin follows her inside.

Desmond looks around the decidedly ordinary-looking house and hums.

Desmond: Nice place, Miss Wilma. I'd ask you about your dragons, but right now my friend's Pokemon's in a bad spot. You can help, right?

he asks as he holds the door open for Atrin, Orchard, Kris, and Soul.

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Soul looks disdainfully at Morgan.

Soul: <I thought you were better than this, with the way you dragged your trainer into the woods like that.>

Kris walks in and examines the surrounding area with their cane.

Kris: Thank you for letting us in.