Priest of the Temple of Syrinx
Circhester Stands
Cuddles: <Yaaaaay~ they won~>
Walter: <Yes... but at a cost.>
Elton: <I 'ope Simon's alright. I'm sure 'e will be.>
Spikemuth Gym Battle
(Everyone promptly watches in either wonder or shock as the transformation begins.)
EVOLUTION SEQUENCE: Drizzile --> Inteleon (Freddie)
(As everybody watches in shock, Freddie's body glows brighter and brighter, and eventually, he lets out a wail as his body suddenly disipates into particles of water vapor that float up into the air and soon vanish. Everyone looks up and turns their attention to the sky, and the clouds above them suddenly grow dark, coalescing in the place where Freddie had just been moments before and where the water tornado is now standing. Seconds later, it begins to rain, but the rain begins falling inside of the tornado, and rather than creating a puddle on the floor, it "fills" up to create a rainy silhouette. Specifically, the silhouette is instantly recognizable as that of an Inteleon— albeit one with Freddie's trademark grippers rather than the hands of most Inteleon. Soon afterwards, the tornado of rain begins to fade, and all of the rain suddenly enters Freddie's body— before instantly flying off of it, revealing the newly-evolved Freddie standing there. Naturally, he still has Freddie's trademark grippers, albeit they are now black like a regular Inteleon's hands, as well as wide-open eyes rather than the perpetual half-lidded eyes of most Inteleon- read, the yellow eyelids aren't present.)
Post-Evolution Sequence
(As the rain tornado finally fades, Elton jumps up in delight, and Kim grins.)
Elton: (ecstatic) <YES! YES—!! 'E FINALLY DID IT! 'E'S FULLY EVOLVED!>
(Freddie stands there, looking over at the Liepard with a look of fearful resolve.)
Freddie: <...I hope you can forgive me for what I'm about to do to you...>
(He promptly loads up his gripper akin to a gun, and points it directly at the Liepard, albeit with his gripper shaking.)
Freddie: (thinking, to himself) <Pleaseletthisworkpleaseletthisworkpleaseletthiswork...>
(He promptly closes his eyes... and shoots. Water instantly emerges from his gripper, and proceeds to hit the Liepard to the point where she is thrown back against the wall.)
FREDDIE THE INTELEON
NEW MOVE LEARNED: SNIPE SHOT
Liepard: (as she is being thrown back against the wall) <NOOOOOO-!>
(A cloud of dust suddenly goes up, and Freddie winces for a bit as he hears it, but soon opens one eye- and then another- and then turns to face the wall. The dust ultimately settles, and the Liepard is lying on the ground with swirls in her eyes.)
Liepard: (weakly) <Owww...>
(Freddie stares over at the Liepard in slight horror, whereas Elton is delighted beyond all belief.)
Elton: <ALRIGHT! Great work, Freddie~! I'm so proud of you! That was amazing!> (then, to the Liepard) <Take that, Liepard! 'E's not a cripple, and 'e just proved it!>
(Freddie, meanwhile, promptly mutters to himself.)
Freddie: (to himself) <I-it worked...> (he contemplates his grippers) <Too well...>
(Freddie promptly takes a step forward and stares down at the fainted Liepard.)
Freddie: (to the Liepard) <...y-you're not... you're not dead, are you?>
(The Liepard stirs.)
Liepard: (weakly) <No...>
Freddie: (sighs with relief) <Phew...>
(Marnie, meanwhile, smiles, and returns Liepard to her PokeBall. Freddie, of course, is soon greeted with a big hug from Elton, and soon afterwards, the Inteleon returns it, as tears start to come to his eyes. Except this time they're not tears of fear.)
Freddie: (smiling a bit) <T-thank you... f-for always believing in me...>
Spikemuth Stands
(Cuddles promptly blubbers inelegantly.)
Cuddles: (in tears) <W-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—! THIS IS SO PUREEEEE—!!>
Braker: (smiles) "Well done, Freddie."
Walter: <Yes, well done indeed.> (beat) <I must say, though, that Liepard had it coming.>
KIMBERLY BOND HAS DEFEATED MARNIE'S LIEPARD
MARNIE HAS FOUR POKEMON LEFT
Hammerlocke
Kim: "Oh yeah... that is very much true. In that case, Triple Battle it is, then."
(beat)
Kim: "By the way, would you like to know which Pokemon I plan to use?"
Hi, I’m oghond, and I’m a Rushaholic. Sorry if I annoy you unintentionally. 😅
The Wanderer
Parfum Outskirts, August 31st
Ann: -Lands in a convenient pile of leaves- That wasn't fun...
Stormchaser Training Room, today
Chiyo: -To Aztec Camera- Could I get a different designation please?
-As their trainer comes in-
Oh, so this is Channah. Tagg's description was pretty accurate.
-To Channah-
A vat, mainly.
-Smiling warmly-
I'm Chiyo, it's nice to finally meet you Channah, Tagg's told me about you. I'm just getting used to this place since it seems that I'll be hanging around here more often.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 21st 2021 at 10:48:17 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Some Rando
Wyndon Stadium
Strapped for ideas, the Hawlucha flew in, unpredictable, with Acrobatics, making an attempt to dodge the Thunderbolt with his serpentining charge.
It doesn't pan out, but he's still standing. Or, gliding, as it were.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 21st 2021 at 7:55:39 AM
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
like christ, but with more nails
Forest, past
Kamon: -lands in a bush, which swallows him whole-
Stormchaser Training Room
Channah: (A vat?) -expression turns mildly suspicious- ...How do you know Tagg? PEFE?
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
The Wanderer
Stormchaser Training Room, today
Dactyl: -Gives Chiyo a look-
Chiyo: Well he did say she was very... protective of him.
-To Channah-
Oh no, it was back when we were kids. He saved me from slavery or worse at the hands of the School when he surprised the Templars sent to capture me. We only met up again when he came across the Oasis, I know Tagg said he mentioned it to the J-Team but I guess he didn't go into particulars with most people yet since Maggie's Do you know er? the first person I've met on this airship who already knew of me.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Wyndon, September 12th
"I have to rip the bandage off at some point. If it doesn't come out now it'll come out.. eventually. Probably better to do it sooner than later."
The back of the house has a couple doors leading off of it- not connected to any of the rooms they can see through the windows, though.
"Yeah, I don't trust my ability to bluff my way in and I trust my ability to illusion both of us in even less. If there's nothing else then I'm good to leave."
off the shits
The Wanderer
Wyndon, September 12th
-To Daydre-
Even if we didn't have the Schoolkid to worry about, it would be kinda hard for my SEP Field to convince Morata to not notice us within her own house.
-Notices the back doors-
Okay, there's some back doors, but not connected to the front. When we raid the place, it'll have to be through there.
Doc: <Are we heading out now?>
-To Doc-
Yeah, I think we're done here like Daydre said, let's make ourselves scarce.
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Wyndon, September 12th
Daydre gives Tagg a thumbs-up.
"... I was gonna say something but I feel like that'd jinx it."
... And she starts walking.
off the shits
Giant's Cap, Ritual (Past)
Cof: The body and the mind are safe. Kec, I need their soul. Kec, I need something from you that represents their being on a spiritual level. Otherwise, well, they're liable to become a zombie. A very intelligent zombie, but one without the ability to do things like emote. Or empathise. Or have an opinion on the sequel trilogy.
Kec nods and steps away, head down, looking for something.
Sud: Is that last part necessary?
Tot: You can't not have an opinion on the sequels, Sud. It's a fundamental part of life.
A moment later, Kec returns, carrying the medallion that contains Hoops' badges.
Kec: For a while I didn't realise what these really meant. I thought they were just a symbol of that stupid desire to prove that they were strong. Arceus, Hoops was pretty fucked up by their dad. I hated these badges for so long. But I think I finally realise, they're something else. They're the culmination of everything in their life. The battles, the training, the friends. I think these things represent every triumph, every failure, and every time we refused to accept the hand we'd been dealt.
They place the badges on Hoops' chest.
Kec: Do it.
Cof: Well, okay then! The speech wasn't necessary, especially when this is a bit time critical, but to be fair I never mentioned that part. Do it, Evelyn.
His hands cover Hoops' whole form.
Giant's Cap, Plan (Past)
Vana: I need an Upgrade and a Dubious Disk. Then I can tell you the next part of the plan. I'll know I can trust you then.
Edited by theoncominghoop on Sep 22nd 2021 at 6:46:42 PM
Cassander's Castle
Cassander: Oh, Igor isn't a templar.
He drinks from a golden bejeweled chalice. Once done, he looks at Dr. Azala with a confident look on his face.
Cassander: The subject you created has abilities that make testing against any human a pointless endeavor. My sources have informed me that the few humans known to have immense physical strength cap at around a machamp's strength level. If your findings are accurate, he must be tested against a pokémon that's just as powerful.
He then stands up and looks toward Igor.
Cassander: Igor, this is a test of his physical abilities. Go with a heavy hitter with a lot of raw power. Conkledurr.
Igor: Right away, doc.
Rather than picking up any pokéball on his person, the college kid placed his feed apart and pumped his arms before slowly melting away into an anthropomorphic pile of magenta goo, which suddenly transforms before Krypton into a conkledurr that looks exceptionally bulky and fit for its species.
Cassander: Igor, hammer arm.
"Right away, doc." Said Igor in his native tongue. The resulting verbiage was just a very tiny "ditto" sound coming from a large, intimidating figure.
Either way, he complies. To nullify the initial effect of the attack, however, Igor had a running start.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 22nd 2021 at 5:20:52 PM
Meet The New Boss
Wyndon Stadium
-Petey is hit by the Acrobatics-
-That's not super-effective either, but he's on his last legs-
-Granted, Alolan Raichu, so doesn't use legs much anyway-
Neon: "Change tactics! Psychic!"
Petey: <R-Right!>
-Blasts the Hawlucha with psychic energy-
Stormchaser, A Lab
-Owen is now laying shirtless on a medical table, Odin tending to him-
-There is now a strange device, the Burst Heart in its center, attached to Owen's chest-
Owen: You sure it's connected to my current systems right?
Odin: I'm going to test that riiiiiiight now.
-Nodes on the device light up, and blue data starts flowing into the Burst Heart-
Odin: Now this should take-
-Notices Owen's eyes have lit up, and he's unresponsive and drooling-
Odin: ...Of course. I'm gonna get a drink.
Edited by Umbramatic on Sep 22nd 2021 at 2:54:23 PM
Contact Me!
No voice to cry suffering
[Venice], July 7th
Rafters Stunfisk: <...uh. What do we do when they just. stand there>
Skrelp: <Menacingly!!>
Ceiling Stunfisk: <Keep firing! All of you, keep firing!>
-since the Trainers are all occupied (trying not to drown), their Pokémon kinda...keep doing what they're doing-
-Suiko is clipped by a Mud Shot and staggers, before returning to her <<muttering>> with a vengeance-
-one of the guards gets the bright idea to hurl a Tentacruel ball at her, and off the rafters she goes-
-Ironspine makes a face of disgust as she's picked up—ignoring that she is very spiky and grumpy and staticky and probably not a pleasant experience to boot?-
-and yeet-
Dr. Ironspine: -falling-
Stormchaser, September 13th
-this Dive pocket isn't too deep—Daydre finds Megan without issue, hooking hands under her arms and dragging her to the surface-
-yahaha! says the Vaporeon-
-Megan's a bit too busy 🥺-ing to complete the reference, or care about little things like drowning-
Megan: You...you really like it 😳
(-also that-)
Stormchaser, Percyplace
Logan: -at Percy's injunction, swinging dangling legs- To be fair, the price for this was established at a favor paid to one of my friends.
-beat- ...to stop a rampaging scientific experiment from maiming her and everyone around her, so point taken. It's paid, at any rate.
-Addie scampers over-
Addie: <Oooh, start softer—my first time I bit into a nut on instinct and almost cracked something. And it sounds more fun than it is.>
-she digs for something of the sort- <Spicy stuff tastes better to me human than as a Pachirisu, but hoo was it a shock starting out—since you don't have taste buds at all, start with this flavored water?>
-bottle procured-
Addie: -giggle- <...one fun thing about humans is that they can feel static more than we can, when they make it—wanna see?>
-and from the other side of her hammerspace she draws a woolen sock-
-Wooloo, not Mareep—you've gotta ease someone into it-
Logan: -wearing Mareep-wool socks, amused- I'll keep an eye on 'em. Addie knows what she's doing, though.
-and they nod rather pointedly at Percy's reservation-
Logan: ...and you know what you're doing there better than anyone. I'd worried about that, but it's...nice…? To know those fears aren't unfounded.
-they chew on the structure of those last few sentences-
Logan: ...if there's a way to preview what you're gonna be, I haven't found it. I'll ask around, if you like.
Addie: <Think there's like a personality quiz?>
Logan: -...snickers- I think I'd remember taking a personality quiz on first transformation, Addie. But yeah, the ratio of Pokémon naturally without to with brains is…
-...they contemplate sending a text to someone skilled in doing such tallies quickly, but decide not to spring another random impulse on her-
Logan: -musing- ...if anything, I'd expect you to be a Cubone. Purely from aesthetic profiling and thematic consistency, which seems to matter weirdly and those...kind of need brains.
Addie: -blink- <Hiro's a Cubone, isn't he?>
-Logan does not relay this-
Psionic Death Grove
-puppets operated by a careless ventriloquist—their strings cut with little resistance-
-so careless, in fact, it's as though he isn't even there—a long, violent moment passes without any reply-
-...before the urge to get the last word in becomes overwhelming-
Ribot: -distant- ~Well, just look at us. Learning from each other, hm? If truly you seek a point beyond tactical distraction, I would define mine thus:~
~You've grown soft, and will hurt for it. But this is the advice you've given to my ward, hm? I may need to cycle her ahead of schedule.~
-...or for a more appropriate metaphor, fall like wheat before the scythe-
Ribot: -sibilant- ~And my dear ex-dragon, when did I claim to tire of murder?~
-several zombies possess spinal columns armored by barriers—Muninn leaves, and so does Ribot-
-...now-
-Hiro recognizes...this person-
-by reputation, and—the way she stands—-
-"an extension of her body" is too blithe to summarize her power, and too trite—martial artists dream of the metacorporeal discipline on display, only nightmareless for want of personal witness-
-an extension of a spectacle fighter and a narcissist, honed and reveling in it-
-and still the child gleefully slicing Caterpie open to see them wriggle-
Hiro: …Scythe.
-Zayna strikes with her electric chain in his moment of distraction—Hiro nails it to the earth with one firebolt, strikes her down with another, and rises to face Adelinde-
Hiro: -exhale- Torturer. Murderer. I've seen your work.
-too elaborate for pure practicality, too precise to be anything but deliberate—too many relatives dying screaming-
-she silences Ever, and Hiro doesn't blink-
Hiro: -gaze unbreaking, drawing sword from the earth— ...can't say I'm a fan.
-Zayna the Fulminous is dying-
Ribot: ~May I humbly assist?~
-Obscura chars her synapses, every micron dulling her reflexes yet further, loosening her hold on the power that quickens her thoughts to watch-
Zayna: ~...ugh, fuck it.~
-something falls in with her, and douses the flames with kerosene-
~Paralyze my tongue. Don't give him a bit of warning.~
-Molybdenum doesn't respond to Adelinde's barbs, focusing—visibly focusing—on subverting the body on the ground-
Molybdenum: -toneless, to Ever alone- ~I told you. I told you. I told you. You should've left. You should've listened to me—~
-Muninn's harvest is swift and sure, severing root from stalk with the certainty that not one will sprout again from the fallow earth-
~I needed you alive. Where else could they have gone? Where else could I trust, if you're not—~
-fields salted, bodies buried, moonscape rendered monochrome, stone by stone—-
-Ephemera arrives like a combine harvester-
Molybdenum: ~!~
-yeah, those do not have enough tendons to get back up-
Molybdenum: ~Oh.~
Molybdneum: -life tricking back- ~Megan wanted to meet you.~
-she stalks to the side, giving the impending duel a wide berth-
Molybdenum: -too-bright, to Ever- ~Wait, you owe me an apology, Ever! I don't know why I'm apologizing, I gave you more than enough warning.~
-she reaches for their pain receptors…-
-and, uh, realizes(?) that they're already taking it weirdly well? she decides to leave it-
Molybdenum: -to Ephemera- ~Fight with me a moment, would you? I need to look busy.~
-...hm. overwhelmed by crowds and people and sorting through it all, standing near Ever...-
-whereas this Alumnus gathers thoughts to herself like a…[Katamari]?-
Molybdenum: ~Never digested a brain, did ya, kitty?~
-she tries crushing Ephemera with the weight of society-
"Can't say I'm a fan." The more accurate anticlimax there would be saying I'm not impressed, which fails outright if she tries to impress me.
-Hiro's thoughts move like wildfire-
Impress herself. If she can't impress me, she'll kill me, after killing them in front of me. After…
...I can't debate opera with her.
-shielded by the less-effective Obscura here, a crown of flame circling his head—
Hiro: -tired- ...there is nothing I can do to dissuade her from hurting people.
sharpened from a Steelix's tail spike, this bastard sword was fed Dragon blood until achieving its current size. Has not drawn blood since transfer to its latest wielder. Flame-resistant.Be aloof, and she'll cut them to call my bluff. Be angry, and she'll cut them more to see me suffer.
Be threatening?
Hiro: -speaking up- Traduttore, traditore—are you certain traitors are to whom the saying refers?
I cannot lie. Not if I want the power to live through this.
Hiro: Translation is a noble art, in its way. But you strip my blood of meaning. Remove it from its context, redact subtext in favor of your own selfish interpretations—and speak for us as though we speak for you. Tyrant, petty thief—if I believed in Hell, I'd trust in its machinations to see you suffer for what you've done.
-a flame sparks in his palm-
Hiro: But Hell waits.
-sparks and shatters, retina-searing radiance turning dappled shade into glowing afterimages-
Hiro: Hell waits to tally the wounds—to catch every drop of blood spilt before turning it on you, out of sight. An empty promise of pain for those its adherents cannot challenge directly—and an IOU to silence protestations of injustice permitted.
-under cover of light, Hiro's Pokémon burst forward—Parfait and Tea turned to metal fresh from the forge, Curry a blur of shadow to kick Adelinde's head in-
Hiro: If I cannot have Hell, I will rain fire from Heaven.
-the Frism runs out of recorded speech-
Hiro: -on the other side of a tree, exhaling light, far from Ever- Your burning falls to me.
-no chance of storing fire in ice, after all—but Hiro's never been one to let deception stand-
Generic? Perhaps.
Hiro: -lights another Flash, three feet away from himself-
Not wasting oxygen tailoring lines to her. Tactical necessity aside—
(-knives only multiplying the number of candles in the room, applied connotations of "edgy" and "sharp", heat-softening pearlite to martensite, getting to the point-)
Damn well good enough.
-he's tucked his arms over his vitals from the moment the flash went off, moving once his movements would be drowned out by the attacks—diving to the next bit of cover as soon as his line concludes, his Flash lingering at his initial position with the Frism-
Three minutes 'til brain death. Make them count.
-from the warmth of his soul Hiro draws a different flame—a small reserve of Ho-Oh's fire, fed on tin-
-he presses a rainbow spark through the heel of his back foot into the ground, hoping the right individual notices and carries it away-
The Velvet Room
-Thespi's eager grin falters-
Pollen: <...what's happening.>
Suiko: The wardens are leading people toward guillotines—
Pollen: -strained- <I can see that, thanks—>
Thespi: -forcing pep- <...you can see the metal?> :o
Pollen: <That's not metal, that's just thought—and where have you been?!>
-regardless of whether all the metal counts as such from a metaphysical standpoint, strictly speaking, Pollen specifically tries to bust out and stop what's happening-
-with her own body's power, within the Metaverse-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Sep 22nd 2021 at 4:29:27 AM
No mind to think. No will to break.
Some Rando
Wyndon Stadium
<Mierda!>
Ignacio dove in with Throat Chop, wing and talon ready, but only Arceus knew if he would be stopped by the Psychic before contact.
Edited by AbsentCoder on Sep 22nd 2021 at 1:29:31 AM
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
Not A Lawyer
Wyndon Alleyway - August 21
-As Rogue's thermite explodes in Brie's pocket, sending her falling bloodied to the ground, Alice lets out a cry of anguish.-
Alice: BRIE!
-She fixes Rogue with a glare of hatred, aiming her hand towards them and firing off a ball of Obscura roiling with red-and-black rage.-
-No sooner has she attacked than she runs over to Brie's side with Belladonna in tow, ducking beneath the Icy Wind and razor-sharp shards brought with it as she skids to a kneel at Brie's side. Belladonna is not so lucky and is battered by the wind, though she stays upright.-
Alice: Come on, stay with me! You can't let this creep kill you, we've barely even... Bella, Grassy Terrain, try to keep her stable!
Belladonna: ~I don't know if that'll-~
Alice: Just do it, Bella!
-Alice grabs Brie by the shoulders and tries desperately to draw upon her own reserves of life, the Obscura that animates her, and transfer it into Brie in much the same manner as she moves herself from one place to another while shadowstepping. As she does, Belladonna causes grassy shoots to burst out from beneath the concrete, wrapping themselves around Brie to try and stem the bleeding and soothe the worst of her burns.-
-Down the alleyway, Kahlia doesn't seem to be having much better luck, as one of Livius's Dark Pulse blades scythes through her thigh. She goes down on one knee, blood spurting from a severed artery.-
Kahlia: Ack...!
Livius: Good. Now stay down while I kill you.
-He takes a step towards her - only to immediately go reeling back as he's struck by Spectrum's Supersonic, his remaining Obscura blades dissipating beneath the jamming effect.-
Livius: Grrrrrngh, that infernal noise...! You little maggots really need to learn how to shut up!
-He wheels towards Spectrum, reaching into his jacket, and-
-wait, that's just a gun-
-A gun with which he manages to get a couple of shots off at Spectrum before it's knocked out of his hands as he himself is blasted off his feet by a blast of concentrated energy.-
Kahlia: -panting, face pale and grey, teeth gritted- How about you take your own advice, asshole?
Livius: Nrrgh...
-He heaves himself upright, and glances around. Ancient vampire he may be, but facing four times as many opponents as intended with very limited use of his powers is hardly an ideal situation.-
Livius: Rogue, get back here! Sloth, whip us up a distraction!
Nidoking Sloth: <Urg... so much work!>
-He slams into the ground with a punch, creating a whirling storm of gravel that whips throughout the alleyway.-
-Meanwhile, Nix's column of flame sears Mephisto, burning away the wisps of shadow emerging from his coffin, yet the Cofagrigus only laughs.-
Mephisto: <If the gods could kill me for good, they would've done so already, gehehehehehe!>
-As the flames engulf him entirely, he seems to simply... disappear, swallowed by the shadow and darkness of the storm.-
[Venice], King's Ransom - July 7
-Roselinde chuckles slightly at Dr. White's remarks.-
Roselinde: I must say, she sounds like the kind of woman I imagine I would get along with. And I would ask you what those questions happen to be, but asking questions just to be given more questions seems rather backwards, nein?
-She takes a casino chip between two fingers and twirls it around.-
Roselinde: Perhaps we should let simple probability determine whether you can tell me what I wish to know.
Wild Area, Giant's Cap - Avening Hoops, Distant Past
-Wondering where Ferrum's been this whole time? As it turns out, Ian's Reflect shield and subsequent blast of telekinetic force was not only enough to knock the Metagross back, but the shockwave creates ripples through the ground that reach the downed Ferrum and send him flying across the grass. He bounces once, twice, before his head hits a protruding rock with a vicious crack, stetson falling crumpled to the ground and blood streaming down his forehead. He lies there motionless for a moment before the barely-conscious Metagross begins dragging him away to relative safety.-
-Good job, Ian! We'll catch up with this asshole in hospital later.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Sep 24th 2021 at 8:51:26 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.
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
[Venice], July 7th
"Hey! or-or, you could stop firing! There's an idea!!"
... They don't expect this to work, but hey it can't hurt to try?
MONARCH looks around for a target. The time for reserving energy is almost at an end. Who to attack, though? The problem for him here is mostly one of numbers, attacking one won't do much.
He looks around, and eventually his gaze lands on the ceiling.
There's an idea.
Like a middle schooler that's trying too hard MONARCH slaps the ceiling with all his pent up energy, aiming to knock all the Stunfisk there into the water with a wave of force.
not!Daydre is trying to come up with what to do next when they hear the noise of Suiko getting knocked off the beam. They whip around. A number of thoughts run through their head in the half second it takes them to register what's going on. The principal one being:
Shit!
Another half second goes by as they fumble around with their belt. Their hand lands on the flask at their hip.
Oh Arceus I've never tried this please work
And they will the material inside into a whip that lashes out at Suiko's center of mass.
Stormchaser, September 13
"Ah please don't die"
Daydre blinks.
"Of course I like it! It's so..." She waffles for a minute, trying to put into words how touched she is that someone would care about her enough to make her a cape out of feathers (something which she's pretty sure is a time consuming endeavour?).
So she just... says that.
"It's so cool! I'm really touched that somebody actually... cares about me enough to make me a cape out of feathers, something that I'm pretty sure is really time consuming? And I'm not sure how to properly put that into words but I assure you I really like it"
off the shits
Dunsparce Cloud
Stormchaser, Percyplace
-Aware pauses in their investigation of the table-
Aware: Hm. Okay.
-they study the bottle for a bit, playing with the top-
Aware: Feels inefficient.
-with strength born of not knowing better, they bite into and through the water bottle, and suck some water out through the hole-
-with their other hand they wave the sock around their head, vibrating slightly-
Aware: (dribbling slightly) This is so weird. Why don't you just shed your flesh and become a ghost of obsolete gadgetry, like me? Way easier.
-Percy glances at them again, but nods-
Percy: (to Logan) You lead a fascinating life, it sounds like.
-she scowls slightly-
I always assumed I'd be a ghost. Like, a Duskull or something? That would make sense. But I'd rather not bet my life on it, especially if you don't agree.
...I mean, it's clearly magic. Your guess is as good as mine here.
-she pokes Apple-A-Day-
Apple-A-Day: -mumble-
Percy: Hey. Apple. Do you want to turn into a Pokemon?
Apple-A-Day: Not really. -goes back to sleep-
Percy: Well, that plan's a bust. (to Logan) Maybe it's a personality quiz and you forget it. Messing with memories isn't hard, it doesn't even really require any special powers.
Psionic Death Grove
Muninn: -sigh-
-he looks around at the battle in progress-
-it sure is a bit of a mess-
-Ever just rolls their eyes at Molybdenum-
I'm still alive, you big baby.
Ephemera: -perks up her attention as Molybdenum addresses her- -Slowpoke?-
-Hitmonchan?-
You know what, we can discuss this late— wait, wait, do not pick a fight with my cat—
-Molybdenum picks a fight with their cat-
Ugh. I'm trying to limit environmental damage here. And I need Ephemera for dealing with your boss!
Ephemera: -Sneasel!-
-she bristles under the mental assault, her telepathic muscles not nearly as well-trained as her telekinetic ones-
-she's outmatched here, by someone who's a telepathic expert-
-she raises her ears, just a little. The organs hidden under them are not quite like a Grumpig or Espeon's gems, which are specialized structures of psychic focus-
-they probably share some evolutionary root with them, but a Meowstic's ear nodes are built for raw output-
Well, have fun.
-and bombards Molybdenum with Shadow Balls-
Oh hey do you mind relaying me to Adelinde? Just a thought.
No? Okay.
-Adelinde paces towards Hiro, eyes locked in place-
-he's a dangerous guy, after all-
Adelinde: Subtext and meaning, Alítheia, are things derived of our interpretations. I will leave it to you to grasp the greater context and significance of what I've just told you...but I would recommend that you do it quickly.
-she smiles-
-she's not the type to smile cruelly, or coldly. It reaches her eyes. She's pretty when she smiles, like the girl in a movie beaten down by life, who finds some happiness and whose expression makes her face shine-
-all things considered, is that better?-
Adelinde: The privilege of the truly born is to view your life as so precious that it demands eternal continuity. We live, we serve, we die. Our reward and punishment is what we leave behind.
-as Hiro Flashes -
Magnificent.
-Pleth darts to the side, and screams out a Dragon Pulse-
-Adelinde cuts it in two-
-it's not plausible to cut a beam of energy in half. That'd be ridiculous-
-but a coherent energy beam is itself a little ridiculous. Dragon Pulse is a manipulation of force, and the things that do the manipulating can be severed and killed-
-she places obstacles in Tea's path, a thicket of blades to slow and hamper-
-but Parfait and Curry are there too-
-the thicket and the sword parrying Pleth's attacks vanish, as do the platforms under Adelinde's feet replaced by a single thick pane of sword-
-she lands on it, hurls herself back as Curry kicks through it effortlessly-
-her eyes are squeezed shut against the light, slivers of purple light dancing around her and the same purple glow almost visible through her eyelids, vanishing as she lands-
-the rotating blades around her finger grow and lengthen, each becoming a straight sword the length of an arm-
-she snatches one from the air, the force of her landing carrying her in a circle as she thrusts it at Hiro's heart-
-the other four blades, after fractional targeting, plunge towards Parfait, Tea, Curry, and Pleth-
-so yeah, Muninn has a lot of options for bad choices to make-
-Ever watches as Pleth evades the sword diving for her. Their eyes narrow, and they tilt their head-
Muninn: <Sure, that'll d—>
Ever: -snaps fingers of left hand-
Muninn: <?>
Ever: -snaps again, points at Zayna, thumbs-up-
Muninn: <Oh! Stupid, but whatever.>
-he scampers towards Zayna-
-and dives in-
~So, you seem to be dying. Would you like not to do that?~
Wedgehurst
PEFE!Every: Sure. Rotary.
Spikemuth, in front of the Gym
PEFE!Every: -gestures broadly- Lead the way.
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Sep 22nd 2021 at 7:25:34 AM
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
like christ, but with more nails
Stormchaser Training Room, past
Channah: I know Maggie. One of the first J-Teamers who was nice to me. -pensive- So you're one of the School people. Huh. Don't know much about em other than mass text skimming and what Coil and Iris told me. I was gonna help them investigate it. Not that I'd know where to start on that...
Aztec Camera: <This One Posits That Baffled Woman - >
Channah: Uh, Chiyo -
Aztec Camera: <ID Updated. This One Posits That Chiyo Is A Fugitive Of The School. Evidence: Telltale Purple Eyes Denoting Previous Schoolchild Status.>
Channah: ...Okay? Well. That's rough if true. Tagg didn't tell me he had... friends from the Oasis.
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
The Wanderer
Velvet Room
Igor: -As Pollen's banging against the bars does basically nothing, and the figures are placed under the guillotines- Do not worry, this is merely symbolic. Not quite a death, but a new beginning.
-The blades come down as the shrouded figure turn into blue energy that coalesces into three completely new forms-
All: <From the sea of souls I come...>
Form #1: -A three-faced, purple-eyed male Meowstic, each bearing a forehead Espeon-gem that is either star ruby, onyx, or emerald respectively, and holding a deck of tarot cards with a key ring. <I am Hecate, goddess of magic.>
Form #2: -A Floette wearing a Belossom-esque skirt- <I am Tinkerbell, companion to Peter Pan.>
Form #3: -A sagely looking Slowpoke wearing an áo giao lĩnh and a King's Rock, his tail carrying a gươm- <I am Lê Lợi, Prince of Pacification.>
Igor: These demons, these Sub-Pokésonas, they will assist you on your quest for rehabilitation.
Stormchaser Training Room, yesterday
Chiyo: She seems tense, but there's something about her that's very hard to read.
-To Channah-
I sorta implied that he shouldn't mention me directly yet, and I know you guys went on a trip to another universe not too long afterwards so I'm not surprised it slipped his mind with everything that was going on there.
-Laughing humorlessly-
That was kind of a crappy week for all of us, wasn't it?
Dactyl: <We remember it, you know, that universe.>
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 22nd 2021 at 11:06:29 AM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Meet The New Boss
Wyndon Stadium
-The Psychic probably still connects-
-But the Throat Chop IS super effective and takes out Petey-
Neon: "Uh... Kofun!"
-a Bronzong is sent out-
Kofun: <Don't make me cross.>
Spikemuth Gym
-The girl leads Pef behing the gym-
-There is all the halmarks of a murder case, or at least as much as you'd see in an Ace Atorney game, complete with white outline-
-There are still a few cops about. They don't look happy to be here. Spikemuth is populated mostly by punks who don't like cops-
Stormchaser, Lab
-Eventually the Porygon Z core uploads to the Burst Heart, and Owen comes to-
Owen: "That tickled!"
Odin: "There you are. Do the data transmitters on the device work?"
-The computer from earlier lights up with the Oran OS logo-
Oran OS: Hello world!
Owen: "It works! All my normal functions are intact! Now I gotta test out triggering the transformation!"
"...We did put a function for that in right?"
Odin: "From what I recall of the Cipher Burst Heart experiments that's a function of the Burst Heart itself. Ya gotta apply some pressure or focus on it."
Owen: "Ooh, I have an idea! Let me get my shirt back on and we'll go to the training room!"
Odin: -sighs- "Hoo boy."
Edited by Umbramatic on Sep 23rd 2021 at 11:25:50 AM
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like christ, but with more nails
Stormchaser Training Room, past
Channah: -slowly- Oh yeah, that trip. I didn't mind it myself, but. -contemptuous- I don't know why I continue to be surprised at how little respect he gets from the countless self-absorbed numbskulls who claim to be proud members of the group he helped start. If he told you about it, I wouldn't be surprised if he downplayed stuff. -looks about to add something, but rethinks it- So, what, are you trying to keep a low profile then?
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.
The Wanderer
Stormchaser Training Room, past
Chiyo: -Shares a brief near-imperceptible glance with Dactyl over the course of Channah's rant before speaking- I am trying to keep a low profile, yes, I'd rather not have them try seriously attacking the Stormchaser because me being friends with your partner while being one of the School's longest lasting fugitives makes those assholes panic.
As for that stuff, well, I just got here so I won't pretend to understand your group's... dynamics, but I can tell you care for Tagg deeply and want the best for him, Channah. And I can tell he cares a lot about you.
-Kindly-
Perhaps it's worth trying to align yourself with those who also similarly care deeply for him. Do you wish more people had gone with you two back in August? That maybe he wouldn't have had such a bad reaction if it had been more J-Teamers than just you two? I haven't been here long, like I said, but it's a little odd that if he's that important more people didn't come with him. I'd like to think that if I asked to go back to...
-Almost choking the words of the first sentence portion out before regaining composure-
The School facility in Alola where I was created, to rescue someone or for closure like Tagg did with the alternate Celadon, those who loved me would be willing to go with me.
-Sighs-
I get that it's hard to ask for help though, especially for people like Tagg and I who are so used to dealing with things mostly alone or with our Pokémon. As his Pokémon were constantly reminding me when I met them, they're cool though. That's where our loved ones come in, human and Pokémon alike.
Edited by rmctagg09 on Sep 22nd 2021 at 2:17:12 PM
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
The Walking Mountain, Command Center
-Garuda focuses on the strangle metallic toroid that lined the command table. Odd. He'd seen this metal before. It reminded him of one of Dr. M-oh wait here we go-
-The toroid shines and Garuda's perspective is shunted through a near-incomprehensible array of cameras, displays, readouts, and extrapolations before settling on...-
Garuda: <... Well.>
-A top-down view of the next floor up.-
Garuda: <I can't tell if this whole setup looking like a strategy game is a coincidence or an interesting case of convergent design evolution.>
-Garuda's ponderings are cut off by a sudden vocalization on his psychic wavelength.-
???: =WHAT IS THIS? WHAT THE [Redacted] IS THIS?! SOMEONE HAS ENTERED THE MOUNTAIN DEFENSE SYSTEM?=
Garuda: <... Ah. You must be the Usurper's defense mechanism.>
???: =USURPER?! USURPER?!?!?!?!?!?! EMPRESS LUCREZIA ANASTAZIA ALONZA EZMERALDA ZANTIAGO [Redacted] CAZTELLION ARCHANGELEZ VON VANDERBERG IS THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF THE WALKING MOUNTAIN, YOU [Data Expunged] REVOLUTIONIST!=
Garuda: <Oh, a Monarchist. This is going to be fun.>
???: =WHEN YOU ARE IN A DEMIPLANE THAT IS LITERALLY STRATIFIED, DO YOU THINK THERE IS ANY OPTION BUT MONARCHY?! I'M GONNA KICK YOU OUT OF MY SYSTEM PERMANENTLY, REVOLUTIONIST! BY HAVING MY AUTOMATED ATTACK DRONES CAPTURE THAT COMMAND POST YOU'VE REVOLUSURPED!=
Garuda: <The what? Oh, that. Thank you for warning me, I should probably figure out how to make my own drones.>
???: =NGYAAAAAAAAAAAAA[Redacted]AAAAAAAAAAGH!=
-Garuda notices activity coming from a facility on the opposite side of the floor. He scans the area around his command post for any similar facilities that will accept his orders, and finds two. He sends a query, and the facilities report all green operations. He orders them to make drones - it appears the drones on this floor aren't the flying ones that kidnapped Deziree, but are instead the tread-based. Thankfully, the floor is mostly empty, minus a few locations with thick concentrations of stalagmites.-
Garuda: <This is going to be interesting...>
???: =THE ONLY INTERESTING THING IS ME KICKING YOUR [Data Expunged]=
Garuda: <You are remarkably unlikable.>
Meet The New Boss
Kalos Forest
-Muffled yelps from Olivia seem to be coming from nearby-
-Across from a strange hole-
-There is... confetti around?-
Edited by Umbramatic on Sep 23rd 2021 at 11:20:26 AM
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Roxy stretched a bit, zero suit clung to her body as she swayed a bit to the side, she loved Silas, she really did. Seeing him in intense focus as he worked on a project was oddly hypnotic, and she loved to listen to him ramble about whatever scientific thoughts hit his head. But even she got a little bored at times waiting for him to finish up.
"You sure about this?" Silas asked, holding up a set of power cords, "I've reduced the weight of the beskar but as a consequence it is thinner and less protective than the Mando suit I made for you."
Roxy nodded, "Yeah, I wanted my own space armor, you got your whole Mando thing, me? I wanted something more... personalized."
Silas sighed, "This seems less like the Fox and more similar to something Vulpecula would make?"
Roxy grinned, "Who do you think helped me draw up the drafts."
"That makes sense," he commented, hooking another cable into the power supply, "Bishop we looking clean?"
"Affirmative Captain," Came the Porygon's voice from the suit, "The Commander should be safe."
Silas frowned a bit, "I'm still worried about him," he muttered.
<We all are hoss,> Snakeye said, working on the right arm, <He's been... weird.>
Roxy nodded, "Yeah what is up with that?" she asked, "When he first joined wasn't he just there to report things and ensure you don't get lost in another dimension?"
"He was," Silas responded, "But... he's seen a lot and he's interfaced with a lot of different technologies, stolen files from other organizations. I think he's experiencing a hypothetical scenario with Porygons."
Roxy blinked, "Care to explain?"
"Porygons are beings of digital matter, infinity energy haven given form and life to coding. Technically they are artificial intelligence, there are a lot of theoreticals there, Bishop is on a bell curve that theorizes that should a Pory ever reach a point of information processing, they go... well Rampant."
"That sounds bad," Roxy pointed out, "Rampancy doesn't sound like a positive thing."
"It's not, it's theorized that a Porygon that undergoes rampancy may lose traits such as empathy, moral structure, emotion. Pories technically work on scales much different from ours, even in 'meatspace' they are still very fast, get them into a good computer core and they can process info faster than your heart makes even the first part of its beat," Silas noted, "Technically this means that Bishop is faster and smarter than us."
<Concerns over the Porygon going rampant means a being with infinity energy suddenly deciding to cause harm out of distaste for what it sees as inferiors,> Snakeye added, <But... so far Bishop still seems to like us.>
"That's because I do," A voice came from the Armor's computer core, out popped Bishop, "I still view you all as my friends and family, the J-Team as good people."
"And yet you seem more willing to resort to lethality," Silas commented, "Remember when we got Khan?"
Khan perked his head up, <He was willing to kill guards?>
Bishop looked a little bored, and somewhat offended, "It is a logical answer to expediate ourselves, however I will admit that your desire to not kill unless absolutely necessary has numerous merits from another vantage. Namely we do not want to bring the law unto us, and that while I may be advancing, I am still lacking in proper fighting skill, my advantages lie in utilizing technology but a Growlith with a good flamethrower could still likely melt my internals and leave my defenseless."
Silas sighed, "So, Rampancy is the theme of the day?"
Bishop smiled, as much as a mouthless digital duck with no proper neck could, "Whatever you may call it. I see myself as advancing to a point that the J-Team will find helpful, I wish to make this world better, it is why I say we should take advantage of the fantastical sciences we have available to us! Do not concern yourself too much my friends, I still wish to serve the Captain and will defer to him."
Roxy looked to Silas, "I guess that's as good as we can get," she said, "So, you still want to help?"
"Oh yes, and I look forward to eventually cracking the synthetic psi-power technology that is artificial gravity," Bishop stated looking at the rig that had been in Silas's Darth Vader costume, "Imagine what we could develop with that."
Snakeye finished up the right arm, <Call up Megan for that, she'd love a challenge like that.>
"When we got time," Silas noted, pondering integrating parts of it into his armor, "We're still better off with a well balanced team. The Rig can't even hurt anyone, Ziltoid put some form of safety in."
Roxy nodded, "Right, the armor here is just for our job out in the black, meanwhile us down here, we got all the protection we need."
<A lot more now that you have me,> Khan said with a smirk under his helmet.
"Still gotta get that limiter off you," Silas muttered.
Wyndon Stadium
-Petey yelps, because the Hi Jump Kick hurts-
-But not as much as it normally would because Psychic type-
-So he lets out a Thunderbolt again-
Stormchaser, Some Room
Odin: Are you sure we should be using a computer from 2007?
Oran OS: -from inside said computer- It actually has a disc drive! We need that!
Odin: -sigh- If you insist.
-He loads an Upgrade into the disc drive and sytarts clicking things-
Oran OS: Oooh, yes, I feel... The power...
-Inside the computer his Porygon core starts glowing-
-Until it is now a blue and green Porygon-2-
Oran OS: Yessssssssssssssssss. Now the other!
Odin: -slips in the Dubious Disc and starts clicking- Fair warning, this one might feel a bit funny...
Oran OS: You offer it to me freely? I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this.
-starts glowing again-
In place of a Dark Lord you would have a King! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Dawn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair!!
Odin: -sighs, opens a debug menu-
-After some more clicking the glow settles and Oran OS is now a Porygon Z-
Oran OS: That did feel funny.
Odin: -muttering to himself- Next time double check the Dubious Disc for syntax errors.
Parfum Outskirts
-And everyone lands deep, deep in a forest-
Edited by Umbramatic on Sep 21st 2021 at 9:42:29 AM
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