The Wanderer
South Province Area Three
Iridium: -Looking around- Trill said they'd be around here so...
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Iridium would probably see Trill and Quack Parade battling a giant Klawf when she gets there.
Trill: "Alright, stay on your feet!"
Quack Parade: <No worries, all Worked Up for this!>
He lets out a buccal scream as he blasts a Water Gun at the Klawf who seems to be trying to limit the Quaxly's movements with a Rock Tomb.
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
The Wanderer
South Province Area Three
Iridium: -Arrives to see Trill and Quack Parade fighting a Giant (Stone) Enemy Crab- That must be the Titan.
Aurum: <It's not going to be anything else.>
Iridium: -Getting out a Net Ball- Go Bulbal!
Bulbal: -Appears-
Iridium: Use Aqua Jet!
Bulbal: -Fires water from his horns to propel himself at the Klawf in an attempt to knock it over-
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jan 30th 2024 at 4:21:05 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
The Klawf gets hit by Bulbal's Aqua Jet.
Trill: "Well, hey, Sally, convenient time to show up!"
Quack Parade: <Think we've got this guy on the ropes now!>
The Klawf tries to attack Bulbal with a Rock Tomb this time but gets hit by another Water Gun from Quack Parade and then starts to retreat.
Quack Parade: <Like I said, got em!>
Trill: "...I'm not sure, let's follow them, we still aren't sure where the Herba Mystica is..."
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
East Province Area One
Red: Oh hey, there's a Misdreavus. Go get'em, Kojiro.
-The Oshawott gives him a befuddled look.-
Red: Trust me, this'll be great.
-The Oshawott shrugs before throwing a Razor Shell at the floating Ghost, drawing her attention and giving an indignant huff.-
Red: Alright, c'mon...
-The Misdreavus floats forward...-
Red: C'mon, do the thing...
-And charges a Shadow Ball.-
Red: Alright, perfect.
-Kojiro looks distressed, eyes darting between Red and the Misdreavus he'd just assaulted.-
Misdreavus: DREAV!
-The Shadow Ball goes flying straight at the Oshawott, and...-
Wild Misdreavus used Shadow B▅▃▂
-Nothing happens.-
-Kojiro blinks.-
-The Misdreavus blinks.-
-Red just smiles.-
-The Misdreavus retreats at all speed as Kojiro, rather than looking smug, is just confused. Red dials up the bossman again.-
Red: Hey, Boss! It worked!
-Meanwhile, a small helmeted head peaks around cover to look at the newcomer to his territory.-
The Wanderer
South Province Area Three
Iridium: -To Trill, as Bulbal's Aqua Jet connects- I wasn't going to miss this.
Bulbal: -As the Klawf scuttles off- <Hey, why are you running?>
Iridium: -Barely manages to mount the Tauros as he charges forward after them- Wait Bulbal, we're leaving Trill behind!
Edited by rmctagg09 on Jan 10th 2024 at 5:55:38 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Paldea, Casseroya Lakeside
Ama: -flatly- "I killed a lot of guys. It's not something I'm proud of."
Petting this Vee isn't exactly the same as petting that Vee, but it's the same level of therapeutic.
Ama: "Well, coming from you I think that says leaving those you care about behind to mourn troubles you. Somehow I doubt you've developed an overwhelming fear of pain. .. Though I suppose the call of the void could also be something you don't want."
She plays back, poking at the little eddies that are trying to nip her.
Ama: "Having a fear of death is probably healthier for you anyway. ... I know Ghosts exist, but there're no guarantees you'll come back, yes?"
off the shits
Paldea, Shrodinger's Area
-A young man in a grey jacket is whistling to himself as he walks down the road, hands behind his head and not a care in the world.-
-He's on break right now.-
Misunderstood Mimiga
After a period of awkward silence where nothing happens, Halis looks around a bit before looking back at the Zeraora.
Halis: "Uhh... I guess they must be busy then? Do you mind if we just try to find something that matches what I'm looking for while we wait? I promise you I won't leave with anything from here that I haven't been given permission to bring with me."
They nod, as if to reaffirm their own statement.
Some Rando
Ersatz Checkout Line
The Zeraora waved his paw dismissively towards the transformative accessories. <Fairy-type trinkets are either in pastel pink or have highlights of the same color,> he explained.
<I don't keep track of which ‘mon you'll become based on the item used, there's, like, a thousand to keep straight,> he said with some small amount of annoyance. <Have fun.>
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
Silas followed and looked over the trinkets, though there was another set next to them, from their labelling he knew they'd be fun. ~Oh, Roxy might like one or two of these.~
"Wait wha-" Silas said before Hacks leapt up and wrapped an old west style bandana around his neck... or he would have had something not trigger in Silas and he caught him in mid motion.
Hacks blinked, Silas blinked. "Uh..."
~Huh...~
Usually, Hacks was faster than that, much much faster... this though? Silas felt his senses suddenly jump, he blinked again. ~Wanna let me go?~
Silas put Hacks down, he flexed his hands, he still felt good. He pulled up his phone and pulled up the app from the Foxverse, the medical implant around his sternum from what he recalled, his heartrate was an even 76.
~The hell was that?~
"Dunno... we'll deal with that later, we're helping Halis right now," Silas said, knowing exactly what that was.
Misunderstood Mimiga
Halis sighs, shaking their head in an unintentionally dismissive manner.
Halis: "Well... I tend to have insanely good luck sometimes, so who knows, maybe that'll pull me through this if that's really the case."
They look over to see the commotion between Hacks and Silas, clearly a bit confused.
Halis: "Does he not know about this place at all? Most if not all of the stuff here is transfigurative... in other words, put something on and you're probably not gonna be exactly the same for it while you're wearing it."
They try to shrug off this turn of events, looking around again.
Halis: "Though for the record, he didn't say no... maybe there's a way to detect which one is which?"
They spin around and switch to their Lopunny form, trying to use Foresight to see if they can tell which ones would work.
Halis: <There's gotta be something here...>
~We're well aware of that, it's where Silas got his scarf,~ Hacks responded.
"We can hear you, you know," Silas commented. "And they sell regular clothes, just individuals like us get access to the crazier stuff."
~I was trying to do my thing, these items in this bin are labelled borked.~
Silas sighed. "Really, just tell me. If you ask, I'm probably gonna say yes."
~Still hard to tell these days.~
"I got no issue with my pokemon form, sure aura isn't my strong point but I quite like the ears," Silas said pulling on the bandana around his neck. In an instant a tail appeared behind him and his head sprouted lucario ears. "See, not that bad."
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
The Stormchaser, Several Months Ago
An assemblage of mons is here in a random room on the Stormchaser.
Azure: <... Hey where the hell are we>
Rowan: <So. Daydre is being weird.>
Azure: <That's not new for her. I reiterate, where are we?>
Rowan: <No, she's being extra weird. We're on the Stormchaser.>
Azure: <... Oh wait yeah she. Did jump off the ship like a supervillain didn't she.>
Azure pinches the bridge of his snout.
Azure: <Wait, if she's "being weird" then how did you get us here?>
Rowan: <Oh I just told Daydre we wanted a break so she gave me all your balls.>
Azure:
Rowan: <She's being weird, but not that weird.>
Azure: <No that's still pretty weird. Trusting, ain't she? Also where's Friendo? They seem like they'd want out too, if Daydre's being all evil and shit->
True to Azure's observation, Friendo is not here. There's Kazma leaning on a wall, EMPEROR standing solemnly in the corner, Mr. Bitey is writing something in a journal on the floor, Rikuo and Hellebore are doing Fox Things, Bartholomew is in his ball because letting him out in an enclosed space is a bad idea....
Rowan: <Friendo can pick up radio signals, they're our mon on the inside. Now, as for the plan->
Azure: <The plan???>
Rowan pulls out the borked scarf and ties it around his neck.
Rowan: "We're going to use the only thing she understands at the moment... Violence."
EMPEROR nods, once again solemnly.
Azure: <What>
Kazma: <Yea I'm wit' Azure, What>
Azure: <We're not on speaking terms. Don't agree with me.>
Kazma: <Okay, be that way then. I'm disagreeing I guess, ya cheeky bastard->
Rowan: "Oh I'm going to beat her in a trainer battle. Maybe the high tension'll knock some sense into her."
Kazma: <Oh, why'd you need to be all dramatic-like then?>
Azure: <Also, you and what army?>
Rowan: "... You guys???"
Azure: <... Nope. Both legally and practically speaking I think that's a bad idea.>
Rowan: "What? Why?"
Azure: <Uhhh.... You have to have a certain level of experience to handle using us in battle? You've been a combatant, but never like, an actual trainer. I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving things to you. No offense.>
Azure: <Plus trainer licenses. I don't think you'd just be using us for one battle, there's no way you'd get enough experience to beat Daydre just by practicing once or twice.>
Rowan: "You're right, I'd need the trainer license to practice against other people and not get in trouble with the League... And with a fresh trainer license I don't technically have the qualifications to train pokemon with your experience......"
Azure: <Yea, you see? I like fighting as much as the next guy, but I don't think fighting Daydre will->
His face squinches.
Azure: <... No, I don't want to do that. That is not a good idea.>
Rowan: "Hm?"
Rowan: "Did you just realize you'd find fighting Daydre fun?"
Azure: -twitching- <No.>
Rowan: "You did, didn't you."
Azure: <I am not getting swept up in this.>
Rowan: "You sure?"
Azure: <I'm sure.>
....
Time passes. The group sits in silence.
A drop of water splashes down onto the floor from... somewhere.
Azure: <OKAY, fine. Count me in on your stupid plan. But only if you get a passable amount of experience as a trainer in the coming months, Rowan.>
Rowan: "Haha. I will."
Azure: <But how're you going to get that experience, huh? It's not like all-ages institutions for the cultivation of trainers both new and seasoned just drop out of the-
Naranja y Uva Academy
Director Clavell: "Well, here is your starter Mx...."
Rowan Nanaka Haiyama: "Nanaka. Nanaka Haiyama."
Director Clavell: "Right. Sorry, had a momentary brain fart there... But yes. You have chosen Fuecoco, the Fire Croc pokemon. May you and them have a wondrous adventure together!"
Nanaka holds the Fuecoco like a hamburger.
The Fuecoco looks up at her.
There is not a single thought behind those eyes.
Nanaka: "Hm. You look like an apple slice. I'm calling you Apple Slice."
Apple Slice continues to look vaguely happy.
Paldea, Schrodinger's Area, Now
Nanaka has spent the past months training Apple Slice, and finally they're ready to battle! Finally.
She looks around, pokeball in hand and Apple Slice at her side.
She spots the grey-clad youth and sorta... points.
Nanaka: "U-uhh.... Hey! Wanna... um... Battle? Maybe?"
off the shits
Paldea, Shrodinger's Area
-Red blinks.-
-He hadn't been challenged on the road before, mostly because he rarely walked on the road.-
-But did he really want to get distracted by a fight?-
-Silly Red, said the rest of his brain, fighting isn't the answer.-
-Fighting is the question, and the answer is always yes.-
Red: Sure!
-He pulls out a bog standard Pokeball.-
Red: I've been wanting to try out this one I just caught! Go, Darmid!
-He gives it a tosses and out comes a Charcadet. The little Fire-Type limbers up with some stretches.-
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Paldea, Schrodinger's Area
Apple Slice hops out onto the field and blinks asynchronously.
Nanaka: "... That... whatever they are... is probably a fire type right? What did Daydre say about fire types vs. fire types again? Man I'm a fire type, I should probably know this..."
Rowan's Memory
Daydre: "Remember, fighting fire with fire is a bad idea! Not because you're going to burn the whole world down, but because fire types just kinda eat fire for breakfast. Literally, in some cases. Don't forget to eat your fiber!"
Paldea, Now
Nanaka: "... I don't think that's exactly what she said, but okay!"
Once everyone's good and ready (Apple Slice has never looked ready a day in their life), Nanaka commands Apple Slice.
Nanaka: "Apple Slice, Bite!"
The Creature waddles forward with surprising speed and attempts to Bite Darmid....
off the shits
Misunderstood Mimiga
Halis: <Yes, I'm well aware you're the bastion of a sturdy self-image, but unfortunately I'm not as capable of managing so many aspects of myself at once, so I'd like to pare it down a bit...>
Foresight doesn't seem to work at all, so they... realize their magic scarf is now missing, meaning at the moment they're stuck with the normal one.
Halis: <Oh, where'd I go and put that thing? I swear it's usually right there!>
They wave at what appears to be empty air, sighing.
Halis: <I think I'm so frazzled at this point I'm even having trouble keeping my wardrobe in order. Though... now that I think about it, if it was as simple as picking something that's half-Fairy type for me, as far as a permanent form goes, what would you suggest?>
They suddenly get lost in thought as they speak, their gaze drifting around aimlessly.
Halis: <Hm... something good at attacking without getting physical, maybe? I know my special attacks are abnormally strong, but I can barely take a hit... After all, there's the combat aspect to consider. I have to be good enough in a fight to protect my friends.>
Halis's expression gets... oddly troubled, as though remembering something, or someone.
Halis: <...I have to be...>
Paldea, Shrodinger's Region
-Apple Slice latches right onto Darmid's arm.-
-Darmid begins to panic and flail his arm around to try and dislodge the small waddly creature.-
Red: Oh, uh, hm, what was the name of that one attack... oh, right, Clear Smog!
-Darmid's burning head gutters for a second before a plume of smokey gas bursts out of him. Red crosses his arms and gives a self-assured smile - he's quite proud of remembering that move.-
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Paldea, Schrodinger's Area
Apple Slice coughs and loses their grip on Darmid, tumbling to the ground and onto their back.
Nanaka: "Uhhh.... Right, try not to use fire moves... Round!"
Undeterred, but still coughing out a little smoke, Apple Slice starts singing a very loud and slightly scratchy tune.
Nanaka: "What do trainers usually say at a time like this... You're... Not going to get the best of me with that!"
She points, but it somewhat lacks conviction.
off the shits
Paldea, Shrodinger's Area
-Red points back, with considerable gusto.-
Red: We'll see about that!
-Darmid tries to cover his ears, being fairly disoriented by the loud sound.-
Red: Use the spooky ghost shadow thing!
-Darmid shoots him a look.-
Red: Look, I don't remember! Night-something! Haze? Shade? Right, Night Shade!
-The Charcadet rolls his eyes before getting a big angry shadow looming over him.-
Silas tapped Halis on the head. "Easy there, I hear that line of thought and it's a dangerous one to fall down."
~You also don't get to pick your form, these transformation trinkets just change you into what your soul expresses as... well you. Fairy type would probably turn you into something close to what your soul is,~ Hacks added.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Paldea, Schrodinger's Area
Nanaka puts a hand to her forehead in mock shock.
Apple Slice... The Night Shade doesn't seem to. Do anything? At least based on their expression.
They seem damaged- they stagger back at least.
They blink asynchronously.
Nanaka: "Don't worry Apple Slice, you still got this!"
Apple Slice does not seem to register this comment.
Independent of anything Nanaka seems to say to them, they Yawn at Darmid.
off the shits
Misunderstood Mimiga
Halis shakes off their thoughts for the moment and look back over at Hacks after briefly falling into a state of overthinking things.
Halis: <Yeah, see, that's what I mean. I think the first time I did all this I did it too soon, so... hm.>
They look around at all the trinkets and accessories.
Halis: <Something close to what my soul is...>
Their gaze, for whatever reason, lands on a pair of spectacles amongst the other things, picking it up and looking at them closely, even peering through one of the lens. They seem shocked by what they see.
Halis: <...Wait, have I needed glasses this whole time? Is that why it's felt like everything's slightly fuzzier-looking than I'd expect? Or is my vision just getting bad...?>
Paldea, Shrodinger's Area
-Darmid yawns in response.-
-So does Red.-
Red: Mm! Okay! Need to spice things up! Whatever, doesn't matter if they're Fire-Type so long as it looks cool, use Lava Plume!
-Darmid, fighting off fatigue, gathers his energy into his fists before he slams the ground and red flames erupt underneath Apple Slice.-
-Not, like, a lot of flames though. More like a campfire than a caldera.-
Trill and Quack Parade are travelling through the rocky area.
Trill: "Alright, should be around here somewhere..."
Quack Parade: <Still planning on me taking the lead or seeing if you need the new girl?>
Trill: "Well, worth a shot either way. Hopefully it's not too..."
She and Quack Parade then lock eyes with a giant Klawf currently hanging on the cliff.
Trill: "...Well, guess we found the Titan."
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every