chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
route 210, wilma's house
Soul: <Why not use your telepathy to find out? It's not like you can use it for much else.>
Kris: You have a point. I could try and use telepathy... But you know how exhausting that degree of use would be, especially with all the energy I used up in that duel...
Soul: <That's just the coward in you talking. You're so insistent on helping these people, you might as well do it properly.>
Kris sighs.
Kris: Either way, I am quite tired. Is there somewhere I can sit down?
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Curious Mind
Route 210, Wilma's House
Wilma gestures to a chair for Kris to sit down.
Atrin: I've tried telepathy, actually. Well, in a sense. Mimir can link me up to my team telepathically, though the way Mimir is, it's less dialogue and more...pictures in my head, if that makes sense? Either way, Orchard didn't want to share.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
wilma's house
Soul pulls a face, having clearly just received a telepathic "I told you so" from Kris.
Kris: Understandable.
They head further in, looking for the chair. They're not going in the right direction.
Kris: Sorry, where's the chair?
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Curious Mind
Wilma's House
Wilma: Perhaps my sight is starting to fail me. I thought the living room was that way.
Wilma laughs to herself.
Wilma: And I may be getting up there in years, but I will never forget the knowledge of dragons my family imparted on me. Nor the sheer power one who has a bond with their trainer can achieve. Have you ever seen the attack Draco Meteor, by chance?
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Wilma's house
Kris: Same story here. Sort of.
Soul: <It's this way, idiot.>
Soul hops off Kris's shoulder and pushes them towards the chair. Kris sits down.
Kris: I've seen a draco meteor, once or twice. It's an impressive attack.
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The GM House
Dune: Technically, you can't tell me no.
Battlus: [Uh, yeah, I can!]
Dune: Then fight me and take the title back.
Battlus: [No!]
Dune: Then you can't tell me no!
Battlus: [Look, there aren't any procedures for the Battle Master to be out on paternity leave!]
Dune: It's not my fault none of you guys were married while you held the position! And guess what - I happen to have someone who is great at making stuff like that!
Battlus: [Who?]
Dune: My wife's secretary.
Battlus: [Dune, some random student working on their Bachelor's isn't going to-]
Dune: And that's where you're wrong!
Battlus: [You didn't let me finish!]
Dune: And I'm not gonna let you because this conversation is over~!
-He hangs up.-
-He then lets out a long, long sigh through his nose before looking over at Deziree.-
Dune: Ms. Fowling can handle that, right?
Deziree: You kidding? After securing me a clean supply of baby formula, she's been itching to do something more technical.
Dune: Alright, good. Man, it feels weird having everyone around the house technically being your employees.
Deziree: ... Oh yeah, huh. Might have to build a new HQ for the garage once this bun is out of the oven.
Route 120, Hoenn region
It was evening, and Poppy had just finished setting up camp for the night. While her partner Pokemon, Donut the Cyclizar kept watch to ensure no wild Pokemon were trying to sneak into the camp, Poppy looked at her Rotom Phone.
Poppy: Let's see... they've got a Contest Hall over in Lilycove City, we'll be able to reach that in a few days... And I know there's a Gym in Fortree City, question is where do I go first?
Poppy looked at the map on her phone, contemplating where to go first. She was in the middle of Route 120, but she didn't know where to go. The whole point behind her journey was to figure out what she wanted to do in life. Trainer? Coordinator? Or Ranger?
Poppy: I have seen lots of Gym Battles on TV broadcast all the way from the Galar region. Maybe seeing a Contest would be a nice change of pace?
She decided she'd think about this decision more - for now, it was dinner time. She had brought supplies packed by her family on the journey, and some of them were food supplies. They weren't lifetime supply or anything, but she could just buy more whenever she was in town. She cooked for both her and Donut, who was keeping watch over the camp.
Donut: I better not see any of you wild Pokemon get any funny ideas. This camp is for us and us alone! If you're hungry, go look for some Berries instead of stealing our dinner.
Poppy, while she couldn't yet understand Monese, having owned a Pokemon for only a few months, had sensed from the way he acted that Donut wasn't very fond of wild Pokemon, or really any Pokemon he didn't know. It had always just been them, perhaps once a new team member joined it would change things?
Poppy: And... done! Donut, it's dinner time!
Both Trainer and Pokemon dug into their food, while Poppy had a burger, Donut had a bowl of kibble. Poppy had 5 other bowls packed that were, for now, unused, until the team gained some new members. But she didn't know what to catch; she'd always heard of either Trainers catching specific Pokemon to craft a strong team, and Trainers who allow any Pokemon to join their team because the Pokemon wants to join, not looking for any Pokemon in particular.
Poppy: Well, here's to a journey powered exclusively on uncertainty...
Poppy was open to welcome any new members, but Donut liked that it was just him and Poppy against the world. Only time would tell what was going to happen on her journey.
Meet The New Boss
Crown City
Jet: <Oh->
-Jade yelps and dives behind the nearest form of cover-
-Not normally emotive, Risky's glare turns icy-
Risky: "... You. You are responsible for the death of the one person who really cared about me. You will pay."
The Chiyo Zone
-Maurice screams very loudly and whips around before calming down-
Maurice: "Oh. Okay it's just you. H-Hi."
Sunyshore, past
Flamel: -looking after the gray girl- <Confound it all! If that's the sort of person I think it is we have to go after her, Gale!>
Water Vellumental Temple
-The Origami Palkia isn't phased by the initial attacks and roars and stomps-
-A pair of galaxy-like whirlpools form around it, circling it, before being launched like spinning razors-
Edited by Umbramatic on Jun 29th 2023 at 2:18:06 PM
Contact Me!
Person, or Idea?
Note: Spagposted with MasterJayAM, with additional contributions from TheAbsentCoder
This was a cube-shaped room, lit by pure white fluorescent bulbs which show a nearly empty space. One door was set in one of the walls. In the centre of the room was a rectangular table, with one chair placed at each end, a device that looked much like a tape recorder from an old-timey cop show set at one side, and an intercom set at the other side.
Mr. Tenor fidgeted in his chair, facing the door. He always had these sorts of pre-interview nerves about interviewing anyone, not least because of how special these subjects were. Still, he knew that he couldn't quite put it off forever. He had a lot on his plate today. This was the day he was to individually interview each of the Nobles.
Holding a pen and a small notepad in one hand, Mr. Tenor held the intercom's button with the other and spoke into it. "All set here, folks," he said. "Please send the first interviewee over here, Watson."
"Right away, sir." Said a voice via intercom. "His dossier should be in the folder to your left."
Tenor was given a dossier of each Noble's activities and powers, which he could freely browse and draw questions from. This one belonged to the first pupil (or, as the School apparently prefered to call them, "subject.")
Subject 2021-002, Codename Helium
Subject was found levitating approximately 3 meters above the common area of their quarters. The extent of how high they can levitate is unknown at this time. Further tests will be conducted when the subject is taken to Site [redacted] for analysis.
Helium entered. He neither spoke nor opened his mouth as he sat down. Apparently, he took the effort to gussy himself up, wearing a blazer and dress shirt with a tie and keeping his hair well-styled yet neat. This look wouldn't have looked out of place in some prep school or a fashion magazine issue following that theme.
The only way he "spoke"—if such a term were appropriate—was through the speech device he kept on his person at all times. He seems to be holding it and nothing more, so how he's manipulating it is unknown.
"Good day, Mr. Tenor. What is it that you would like to know about me?"
The speech device gave a very mechanical, stilted, and—one could say ominous—vibe to the speaker. It certainly was a great deal less dishonest and disturbing than hijacking someone else.
"That is perfectly normal, Mr. Tenor. It's pretty disturbing at first." Reassured Watson from the other side. "He doesn't like to speak directly. Little embarrassed about his, erm... condition."
"When I'm through with you, Watson, you'd wish you'd been born a ditto."
"Charming, ain't he? Your cue, chief."
"Thank you, Watson," Mr. Tenor said over the intercom, before releasing the button and turning his attention to Helium. "And a good day to you, too, Helium. There's a few things I'd like to know about you, but first," he added, motioning to the tape recorder-like device, "that thing's probably recording everything we say. Just so you're aware." Then, readying his pen and notepad, he said "Now, let's start with how you'd describe yourself to a stranger you just met. Any particular qualities, special considerations, and such like, in your own words." His pen hovered millimetres above the notepad, threatening to write at any moment.
"We're usually not allowed to speak about ourselves in that manner." Said Helium via the device. "We're often instructed to keep things about ourselves only to ourselves and to our instructors. But if I must, then apart from the fact that I can fly, I can also enhance the abilities of others. You've probably noticed your penmanship getting better as we speak."
"Well now," Mr. Tenor remarked, only now noticing his scribbles getting less "scribbly", for lack of a better word. "So your talent works on mundane skills, and not just other Auric talents or similar, unless I'm mistaken. Good to know." Curious about why Helium chose to describe his powers when asked to describe himself, Mr. Tenor decided to change his approach. "Okay," he says, "how do you spend your free time? You know, when you're not training or being instructed?"
"Yes, it doesn't only apply to auric powers in general." Helium added. The stiltedness of the way he talks via the speech device is palpable. The look on his face seems to suggest that there's a lot left unsaid, the consequence of the speech device's limitations. "Though it is in amplifying auric powers that I see them get the most use. As for diversions, I don't typically do much. I try to do a little reading when allowed. And when out on the field I collect random objects that appeal to my aesthetic tastes."
"Ah, a bit of a book-Wurmple, are we?" Mr. Tenor remarked. "And about these objects you mentioned: feel free to describe some examples of what you collect in the field, and how they appeal to your aesthetic tastes." He then put on a pensive expression and added "Unless you would prefer to move on to the next topic, of course."
"No. I am glad you asked. I collect geological samples. Over the past year, I've amassed a collection of visually interesting rock and mineral samples painting a mostly complete image of the geology of the Mesagoza plateau. It's not the most exciting of diversions, I must admit; one cannot really be enthused by what you can find in Miocene limestone and alluvial deposits. But rocks tell a story based on how they're formed.".
Mr. Tenor's eyes lit up at Helium's statements, as his pen flew across the pages in his notepad. "That's very fascinating," he said. "There just might be a future for you as a geologist. Perhaps one day, you could even tell the story of the Mesagoza plateau through the rocks that form it." He then paused for a moment, as if righting his train of thought before it derailed. "But I digress," he continued, turning to the next blank page in his notepad. "My next question for you is this: what preferences, if any, do you have in music?"
Helium paused.
"I mostly prefer songs from espionage movies and those styled after them." He replied. "Mostly the orchestral ones. They always lend a sense of refinement and power as well as a sense of menace and intrigue. The vocal ones impart a sense of notoriety to its subjects. Well, as long as it isn't something sappy, like For Your Eyes Only."
"Interesting, interesting," Mr. Tenor said, as he scribbled down more notes. note "Now," he added, "you probably know this already, but just for the record, this program I'm going to run with you and the other Nobles is going to be a custom job. So, if there's any special considerations you need or want for how this plays out, you can let me know now." He paused, then gave a cryptic smirk. "Or later."
"I will consider that, Mr. Tenor. Thank you." Said Helium with his device.
The intercom once again turned on.
"Yes, that will be all, Number 2." Said Watson from the other side. "You may leave. Number 10 will be coming in shortly."
"A pleasure speaking with you," Helium responded. Even with the robotic-sounding voice of the machine cutting out a lot of the nuances of tone, he still managed to at least sound polite. "And I look forward to what you might have in store."
"The feeling's mutual," Mr. Tenor replied. "Whatever the results, I hope we all enjoy the experience."
Helium nodded sagely at Tenor and made his way to the door. Not long after his interviewee disappeared from view, however, Tenor heard an ear-piercing, comically high pitched scream, followed by a stream of profanities done in a voice usually reserved for cartoon Pachirisu.
Mr. Tenor winced when he heard the scream, almost dropping his notepad as he was flipping to the next blank page. Curious as he was about who owned that voice, he decided against leaving the room, both because he had an educated guess about whose voice it was and because he was all too familiar with the risk of poking too deeply into his employer's affairs.
Setting aside the notepad for now, Mr. Tenor thumbed through the folder at his left to draw out the dossier for Number 10. As he read through this dossier, he pressed the intercom's button and said "Right, Watson, you can let numero diez know they can come in when they're ready."
"Right away, sir." Watson responded. What followed was the sound of tapping.
"Come on in!", Mr. Tenor said. He put in a bit too much of a game show host affect into it.
Druid Dude
Morgan: What about triggers? Anything Orchard doesn't normally do, or dislikes?
she asks, after making a face (as much as she can, anyhow) at Soul for bringing up her brief kidnapping stint. Desmond quickly pulls Morgan closer, away, just in case they started fighting.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Wilma's house
Atrin: If something specific is triggering it, I haven't figured it out, honestly. Though if I do, I'll try to avoid whatever that could be.
Wilma: And there it is. You truly care for this beautiful dragon, don't you? Perhaps it was fate that lead to you my door.
Atrin: What do you mean?
Wilma: My family have carried the secrets of the move Draco Meteor for a long time. And we only share that secret with those who can trust their partners. I'd say you were ready, but I must admit, perhaps one more test is needed.
Both Atrin and Orchard look at her, curiously.
Druid Dude
Desmond: Well, I don't have any Dragon-types, so even though I'd like to learn that powerful-sounding move, I'm afraid it's not possible for us.
he shrugs.
Morgan: Besides, Sacred Sword is a powerful enough move/finisher!
Morgan retorts.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Wilma's House
Wilma: I understand that. Such things are not for everyone. Orchard, is it?
Wilma looks Orchard in the eyes.
Wilma: I ask you. Whatever has harmed you in the past, do you wish for the power to ensure it will never happen again? The power taught for generations by my blood? The power that I believe you already have the potential for, but now might finally be unlocked by the bonds between you and your trainer?
Orchard looks in thought for a moment, before looking back to Atrin and Mimir. She then turns to Wilma, and gives a determined nod.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Wilma's house
Soul gives Morgan a brief look, and Kris likewise holds him back. He looks back to Kris.
Soul: <You should take after this old lady. Not the caring so much part, but she knows that the best way to get over yourself is to get stronger.>
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The GM House
Deziree: Alright, Bessemer. Where'd it go?
-The Duraludon awkwardly leans forward and just kinda twiddles his claws together.-
Bessemer: <I, uh... I might have eaten it.>
Deziree: And why did you eat it?
-The giant dragon awkwardly shuffles from foot to foot.-
Bessemer: <It looked like a big version of the treats the Stoutland gets...>
-Deziree takes her glasses off and massages her temple. Of course. Of course a wrench would just look like a metal doggie bone.-
Deziree: -Sigh- Yeah, okay. Please don't do it again.
Bessemer: <Er... yeah... sorry...>
Deziree: Maybe I need some other Pokemon to keep an eye on who I've got...
Druid Dude
Morgan: I agree with Soul, funnily enough.
Morgan chuckles.
Morgan: Whatever Orchard went through, however... She has yet to get stronger, and we should guide her, help her, love her. Of course, that task falls to Atrin, but maybe we may assist from time to time.
she sighs, looking at Orchard's trainer. Desmond nods.
Desmond: Morgan's right. We'll all be there. Even if we don't know each other all that well, Atrin, Kris, I would still help you as much as I am able to. Or what I'm allowed.
He pats Atrin on the shoulder.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
Curious Mind
Wilma's House
Atrin gives a small smile as he's pat on the shoulder. He then pets Orchard. Mimir looks at the two of them, as if analyzing.
Atrin: I don't know what can be done. But to me, my partners and friends are everything. I don't know what Orchard went through, but if she wants me to know, she'll tell me. Until then, I won't stop reminding her that she's okay now. We've got you. We've all got all of each other.
Orchard looks up for a moment, seemingly tearing up. She then gives a nod to Mimir, who's eyes start to glow. For a few moments, Orchard is using Mimir to send images to Atrin's head.
Atrin: "That's..."
Atrin, in his mind, sees several images. The first of an Applin hatching, immediately looking with affection to the one who hatched her. The second, is of the Applin losing a battle with another trainer's Pokemon. The next image shows the man, frustration in his face. After that, the images start to move as it shows the Applin being put through intense training, day and night. No rest, no trips to the Pokemon Center, just training. And as Atrin sees next, it wasn't enough. That the Applin fainted in battle with the same trainer as before. Finally, the image shows her waking up after fainting from that battle. With no trainer in sight, and a crushed Pokeball next to her.
Atrin looks horrified.
Atrin: You gave your all for him. And didn't even get a goodbye.
Atrin again hugs Orchard, his own eyes welling up.
Atrin: We've got you. We've got you, Orchard.
Druid Dude
From Atrin's face and reaction, Desmond and Morgan could tell that whatever he saw, was pretty bad. Desmond especially grips Morgan's hilt hard enough to get a worried look from her.
Desmond: Not happy, is it?
he whispers coldly.
You piss off the Venom T-Rex. Roll initiative.
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
Wilma's house
Kris senses a few of the images. They don't appear to react at all, just staring blankly at the floor.
Kris: ...
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Southern Orre
-While Ms. Fowling did appreciate the low-risk white collar work - that is to say, paperwork - she had to admit that she much preferred being out in the field, even if it was starting to get devilishly hot in the Orren summer.-
-She fans herself with a clipboard while focusing her binoculars.-
Ms. Fowling: Let's see... about three kilos out... so... there.
-She then raises them to her eyes and takes a good look at the disturbance.-
-Sitting in the middle of desert, farther south than would usually be recognized as the regional border (if only due to lack of landmark or any other defining feature), was... a camp site.-
-Well, "camp site" would be inaccurate. It was more like an excavation site.-
-One of the problems with Orre being a region founded by prospectors and then being modernized by people with a penchant for short-term memory loss is that a lot of old, prospector inclined laws are still on the books.-
-One of those laws being that if someone strikes a "profitable mineral deposit" that they can be incorporated as a new town without going through the same procedures that towns like Agate and Gateon did.-
-God did Orre have some dumb laws.-
-Oh, wait, hold on.-
-Ms. Fowling focuses in on an older man with a long, black-with-speckles-of-white beard and bushy eyebrows.-
-She then drops her binoculars to look at her clipboard - and yep, the picture's basically a match.-
Ms. Fowling: Nicholas Boom, great grandson to the former Doctor Boom, small time criminal who had attempted to claim the credit for creating nitroglycerin and, when he didn't get his way, tried to rob a bank with a... oh you've got to be kidding me.
-She massages the bridge of her nose. Sure he was born in the 1800s, but who in their right mind would have even thought that an "explosion-powered steampunk robot" was a good idea.-
-Whatever, dude's been dead for a century, no point getting mad about it now.-
-But anyway...-
-Ms. Fowling taps her earpiece.-
Ms. Fowling: Hey boss? Just checked what that disturbance was. Nothing "academic", looks like its a group of prospectors.
-...-
Ms. Fowling: Yes, prospectors. Long bears, shovels, pickaxes, everything.
-...-
Ms. Fowling: No, doesn't look like they're using explosives... yet. Anyway, my prelim's done - nothing too suspicious here, at least as far as Orren law goes.
Curious Mind
Wilma's House
Atrin: Not happy, no.
Orchard is still holding onto Atrin.
Wilma: Perhaps you are ready after all.
The GM House
Doomsday: <Stop. Worrying.>
Dune: No.
Doomsday: <As your certified medical professional and doula, I demand you stop worrying.>
Dune: No!
Doomsday: <Do not test me on this, sandypants, I will not have you ruining the vibes of this household while your wife is going through something that's tough without even considering her husband winding himself up like a cheap rubber band.>
Dune: I'm the father - I'm actually going to be a dad - I cannot fuck this up.
Doomsday: <This isn't a part you can fuck up unless you actively choose to! And when you ignore the medical advice of your - need I remind you, certified - medical specialist, that is the choice you're making!>
Dune: That- but that's-
Doomsday: <Welcome to human childbirth! Unlike us, you don't get a neat little egg that both parents can watch over until the baby hatches. This is all on her.>
-Dune gives a despondent groan as he collapses on the couch.-
Dune: Man, now I wish the School would attack to give me something to distract myself.
Doomsday: <Don't you have a nest of Holon Durant to get rid of, first?>
-There's a pause.-
Dune: Fuck I'd forgotten about them.
Doomsday: <I've got you on speed dial and you've got a job to do. Don't worry about it.>
Dune: But I suuuuuuck at not worry about problems that I can't fix!
Doomsday: <Yeah well channel that energy into fixing what else is going on. Or, I dunno, starting a DIY project like putting on an expansion to the house.>
Dune: I can't even do that, Dezi's employees just criticize me and then go back and redo what I did but better.
Doomsday: <... Oh yeah, huh. I hadn't considered that. They really need their own workspace instead of living her.>
Dune: Yeah, right. Where, one of the old Cipher labs? After that last Templar attack, we've started decommissioning them as fast as we can find them.
Doomsday: <Wait, "decommissioning"?>
Dune: You'd be amazed how quickly that one worm Pokemon from Paldea can completely destroy a Cipher base when it's left uninterrupted.
Doomsday: <What, it undermines the whole thing?>
Dune: Nope, eats it.
Doomsday: <... Paldea is fuckin' weird.>
The Wanderer
Sinnoh Pokémon League
Chiyo: -Sitting in the waiting room- You know, I've never actually watched a League battle before. Hopefully this goes well for Tagg.
Doc: -Sitting next to her- <Well, you're about to find out.>
Aaron: -Looking up- Welcome challenger, are you ready for-
-Recognizing the Trainer in question-
Tagg? It's been a while, hasn't it?
-To Aaron-
Around 14 years now by my count. I wanted to... figure out some things for myself, that's why I'm here.
Aaron: -Smirks- Well you've come to the right place.
-Pulling out a Poké Ball-
I can tell your Pokémon have gotten even stronger than when we first fought, even without you calling them out, but so have mine! So now, let me show you the Evolutionary power of bug Pokémon!
-Sends out a Yanmega-
Go Roc!
Roc: -Appears to be asleep before he straightens up and glares directly at the Yanmega-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 2nd 2023 at 11:25:24 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
The Wanderer
Sinnoh League
Roc, let's start with an Acrobatics!
Roc: -Flies at Yanmega at high speed-
Aaron: Yanmega, use Detect!
Yanmega: -Eyes flash as he dodges-
Aaron: Now, Ancientpower!
Yanmega: -Glows as glowing rocks are fired at Roc-
Roc: -Dodges the rocks, but Yanmega manages to dodge his retaliatory strike as the two trade blows in midair-
Okay, gotta take it out quickly before Speed Boost becomes a little too annoying.
Roc, now!
Roc: -Focuses and strikes the Yanmega with Acrobatics, fainting them-
Aaron: Scizor, your turn!
Scizor: -Is released and attacks with Bullet Punch-
Roc: -Is sent down to the red by the hit, but manages to hit them with an Acrobatics before fainting-
Go Rampardos!
Rampardos: -Is sent out-
Use Fire Punch!
Rampardos: -Head sparks with flame as she headbutts Scizor-
Scizor: -Quickly noms an Occa Berry, but is brought down to the red by the strike-
Aaron: Hang in there and use Bullet Punch!
Scizor: -Punches Rampardos in the chin-
Fire Punch again!
Rampardos: -Rushes at Scizor, parrying a Bullet Punch to faint them with her following strike-
Aaron: Vespiquen, go!
Vespiquen: -Appears, glaring right at Rampardos-
Stone Edge!
Rampardos: -Stomps the ground, sending stone shards flying at Vespiquen-
Vespiquen: -Takes a lot of damage as she's hit by the shards-
Aaron: -Smirks- Reversal!
Vespiquen: -Glows red as she smacks Rampardos, who is sent down to the red-
Okay, need to finish this quickly.
Another Stone Edge!
Aaron: Destiny Bond!
Vespiquen: -Glows purple and connects a purple energy string between her and Rampardos, who faints as the shards hit-
Crud.
Luxray!
Luxray: -Appears-
Aaron: Heracross, now it's your turn!
Heracross: -Is sent out holding a Flame Orb-
Aaron: Heracross, use Earthquake!
Heracross: -Creates a tremor-
Luxray: -Noms a Shuca Berry, making them lose only a quarter of their health-
Magnet Rise!
Luxray: -Sparks before he starts floating-
Aaron: Now use Close Combat!
Heracross: -Flies over to Luxray and starts pummeling him with his horn and fists-
Luxray, let's Play Rough!
Luxray: -Bats and pummels Heracross with his paws in turn-
Heracross:' -Is sent back, flies low, and attempts to hit Luxray with another Close Combat horn swipe-
Again!
Luxray: -Midair dodges Heracross before grabbing them by the back of their head with his jaws and slamming them roughly on the ground-
Aaron: Go Flygon!
Flygon: -Appears-
Flygon? Well, he did say he's about bug Pokémon and not the Bug type. Plus there's Drapion.
Aaron: Flygon, use Dragon Pulse!
Flygon: -Blasts Luxray full-on with blue energy-
Luxray: -Manages to get in a Play Rough before fainting-
Nudi, you're up!
Nudi: -Appears-
Ice Beam!
Nudi: -Blasts Flygon with a beam of cold energy fired from his mouth- "
Flygon: -Is outright frozen by the onslaught-
Finish it!
Nudi: -Faints Flygon with his next Ice Beam-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 2nd 2023 at 11:35:44 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Wilma: It's no problem. And I must admit, what I've heard intrigues me. In all my years, I've only seen a few things that can truly scare a dragon.
Orchard sniffs the air, before approaching Wilma and sniffing her gently, before Wilma pats her.
Wilma: That's a good girl. So, these nightmares? What do you know about them?
Atrin: I found her near my home city in Unova as an Applin. I know they're not native to my region, so I always thought someone abandoned her. Ever since, she occasionally has nightmares that seem to affect her greatly.
Wilma: Nightmares, is it? And you have no idea where they come from? That is quite something.
Atrin: We're really sorry for bothering you, but we needed a place where she can relax for a bit and calm down.
Wilma: It seems she already has.
Atrin looks confused for a moment, before looking down and seeing Orchard rubbing her head against his lower leg.
Wilma: It seems you're quite a comforting presence to her. And yet, you cannot understand her enough to know the source of these problems. What to make of it?