#joachimmrmime

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Everyone is here!!!

[limecornchip]

I just wanted to draw dancing mimes ... hhh

idk why Jo and Scarlett. maybe they’re in a dance class and get put together wHO KNOWS.

also I hate shoes right now so no shoes

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Draw the cast reacting to being asked to dab.

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[ @actuallyraven ]

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(( mr memes ... ))

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// stream shenans [ @usualhappascrafty / @damnedgardevoir ]

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“... ( what kinda Pokémon are those ... )”

[ @askadragonite ]

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“I’m pretty good, my guy. S’kinda required for being in a band.” Joachim went to reach for the instrument behind his back but was cut short by Mitchell’s bizarre antics.

[ @usualhappascrafty / @damnedgardevoir ]

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“Hmm ... yeah, never heard of the guy. How about you, Scarlett?”

“No? Never.”

“Okay then, guess that settles it. No idea who that is. Were you thinking we’d know ‘cause we’re Mimes? That’s kinda dumb.”

[ anonymous ]

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“S-someone pinch me, I think I’m dreaming...”

[ @dailypurpleumbreon / @dailygardevoir ]

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“’Specially not if it’s someone like you. And thanks, it is pretty nice, isn’t it?” he folded his arms and put on a rather smug expression.

He grew a bit more serious as she continued to speak. His shoulders slumped a little.

“Ah ... right. Good question. I’ve been playing even before I was in a band, and though I’ve tried out a couple different things, I always seem to come back to this. But honestly? Even though my friends are great and all, I really don’t know. This seems sorta like a temporary stepping stone to something greater. At least that’s how I see it? I wanna leave this region, at least. Not much here; I’d at least like to go to Norehl. I dunno though. That’s all in the distant future. For now, this is what I’m doing.

But ...” he sighed. “I guess we’ll see.” 

He shrugged. “That’s enough of that, though. You should tell me; what do you like ... even do for a job? I wouldn’t have the first clue. A shrine maiden, maybe?”

[ @the-tantalizing-trio ]

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Here they were. The last room at the end of the hall, on the second floor. This was where they needed to be. Hoisting himself up the stairs had not been a particularly easy task for Flavian, but he managed.

And now here he was, moving his flipper to turn the knob.

Inside, Flavian and the others were immediately before a very bright purple Vaporeon. Like Flavian, he was shiny.

The Vaporeon looked over them with what seemed to be a state of confusion. What were they doing here? He cocked his head to the side before realization hit him. 

“Yes!” came Flavian’s response, in case this Vaporeon didn’t notice his nodding. “We were told to come here for a little meet up. You wouldn’t happen to be ‘Dest-ihn’, would you? Or are you his associate?”

The Vaporeon nearly snorted at being called an ‘associate’. “Yeah, Destine’s me. The one and only. Oh, but I should tell you. It’s not Destin-ihn, it’s Dest-een. People mix it up all the time, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Leaning in closer, Destine squinted at the group. “Aren’t there only three of you? But I see four.”

“Scarlett’s not really part of the band,” Joachim said. “She’s just the money lady. We just drag her along everywhere, I guess. Who knows why.”

This remark earned him a glare from both Flavian and Scarlett. Rowan seemed to be looking elsewhere, and Destine declined to comment on the situation...

He motioned for the other four Pokemon to come in. Flavian joined him on the sofa, causing him to move over, while the other three moved to a modest sized wooden table.

“So where’s your associate, anyway?” Rowan called from across the room.

Destine simply pointed to another door in the back. “In there, getting dressed. He takes forever. ‘Cept today he wanted to make sure he looked his best, so now he’s taking forever and a half.” Destine tapped the arm rest with his paw and sighed.

Dressed? So this was probably one of those human-like Pokemon, Flavian figured. Like Scarlett and Joachim. He only wondered what kind of Pokemon it could be ...

It didn’t really matter though. He turned to Destine in hopes of making conversation, while his friends talked among themselves. “So,” Flavian began. “Daybreak Harbor is where you’re from? Can you tell me about it?”

“I sure am,” Destine replied. “Though I was born and raised in Kanto.” at this point he seemed to be going off on a tangent. “Ever been to Kanto? It’s real nice ...”

At this point Flavian heard voices. Not in his head, but from the door in the back. Well, one voice. It was rather lively, and sounded like it was humming.

“Hey kiddo, you nearly done in there?” Destine shouted at the door. “Come on out now!”

The turning of the knob could be heard, and the door slowly moved open, at least halfway. Everyone continued to talk to one another and they didn’t really pay attention, save for Joachim, who stared at the Pokemon through the door with mild horror.

What on Earth was he wearing? 

Joachim didn’t have much time to think about that, though. The door opened much wider with a slam, and this caused everyone to stop what they were doing. And even if that hadn’t caught their attention, the one who opened the door surely would have, as he was quite loud -- in both senses of the word.

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[ @sometimes-sneasel / @my--darling--dear ]

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“I will be fine!” the willowy Gothitelle brushed off Destine once again.

“Whatever you say then, Quill.” Destine wasn’t going to argue.

Quill, as he was called, shrugged and made his way over to the others to converse. As he left, Flavian moved himself towards Destine.

“So, shall we talk about this collaboration more?” he asked. Destine turned to him and simply smiled. “Of course.”

Joachim didn’t really feel like conversing with Quill and left him with the other two, instead he opted to hit up Destine and Flavian, and join them in their conversation.

And so Destine motioned for Joachim and Flavian to lean down closer to him so they could hear better and maintain eye contact.

“So this event ... it’s for what, again?” Destine asked. “Berries or something?”

“Technically, at least,” Flavian said. “The event has its roots--” he stopped to snicker at his own bad joke, while Joachim groaned, “in berry harvesting, but now it’s just an event where a bunch of local Pokemon gather and enjoy themselves. That’s all there is to it.”

“So why’s it still called ‘The Harvesting’ then?” Destine folded his arms. “I would think they would have to changed its name to something fancier by now.”

“Guess not!” Flavian replied. “It just stuck.”

“Getting back on topic here,” Joachim said, “The event’s in a few weeks. So you got a lotta time to set up and prepare. Those keyboards of yours, how long do they take to get ready?”

“Well, they’re kinda big, and they’re attached to a ton of wires,” Destine said. “So it’s not exactly a quick task. Plus we’re gonna need to find something around here to plug them into.”

“Like I said, I think I have something stored away that might help,” Flavian piped up again. “But I mean, we got time to prepare at least. So if that doesn’t work we can look around for something else ...”

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While Destine, Flavian and Joachim were talking about the event itself, the other half of the group had found themselves on the edge of the woods nearby. They didn’t seem to be particularly focuses on the scenery, though.

“...And so, I can not really tell you your future right now, because I have not done anything in preparation to do so. I cannot do it on the fly!” Quill lowered his hand as he finished speaking.

“Aw darn!” Rowan seemed fairly disappointed. “You sure you can’t tell me? What about when night falls? If it’s not cloudy and the stars are all out, will you gain like, crazy powers that’ll let you instantly tell me?”

“Um,” Quill’s voice was rather soft. He rubbed the side of his face and chuckled nervously. “No again. Sorry. But, the stars are very nice! When I am stressed, I will bring myself into their presence. Cloudy nights are a bit miserable, I think.”

“Can’t Gardevoir tell the future, too? By reading people’s minds or something?” Scarlett finally brought herself into the conversation.

“Well, ya see, Scarlett, Gardevoir gotta train a lot to do that. And I never trained for it, so ...”

“... So you would need to prepare to do it too, then?” the Mr. Mime looked smug.

“Ya got me!” Rowan smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Quill. I bet you get that a lot, huh? ‘Read the stars for me!’ I bet it’s a real doozy, huh? ... This conversation’s just been a whole lotta awkward, hasn’t it?”

Quill apparently had not heard her last statement, and instead was looking in the direction of a group of Pokemon heading towards them. It was the other three -- they must have had something to tell the others.

“Destine!” Quill ran towards them with surprising speed, with Rowan and Scarlett soon following.

“So, tell us!” Rowan said. “What’s the verdict? Flavian?”

“Right! So Joachim and I had a little conversation with Destine here. So we got a few weeks to prepare, but I think those next coming weeks are gonna be smooth sailing! Destine’s already got plans to go see the event coordinators tomorrow morning. And then from there, we gotta look for some stuff, but it likely won’t be too difficult. So, basically, everything’s in order. I just gotta pull some stuff out those old boxes back at the place.”

“We’re definitely looking forward to working with the th -- ah, four of you,” Destine said, clearly pleased with the results. He had been worried that a smaller town like this would be practically barren resource-wise.

Quill grabbed his shoulder, causing him to look up. “Destine! Pose with me!”

“Wh -- Quill, why -- oh, fine.”

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“It’s practically my signature move at this point, ha! I always use it if I get the chance. I’ll even use it on Psychic types. Can’t use it on Dark types however, but I got other moves so it’s no biggie.

It’s great! I can use them almost like real blades, not quite, though. They’re still not as strong, and they can break. But I still enjoy them nonetheless.”

[ @blue-kitsune ]

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"So, you're a band, are you?" Baozhai inquired as her Gothitelle compatriot observed from behind with a quiet smile on his face. "Let me ask you this. For what reason would people come to watch your performance? What makes you stand out from the rest of the crowd?" The Cofagrigus asked, sending a slight wink at the tall Mr. Mime, if but only for a second.

Joachim was clearly very amused at the Cofagrigus’s gesture. He gave her a small wave and winked back. 

Did he take anything seriously? Flavian thought. Oh well, it didn’t matter. This lady had a question, and he was going to answer it.

“You’re right,” he said. “We are indeed a band. I understand that subpar musical groups are a dime a dozen out there, and so you might be skeptical. Still, I think we have a chance of standing out, because …

“… We’re not just in it for the money or fame! While being well known would be nice, and getting money is sure a bonus, that’s not our ulterior motive here. We’re just here to enjoy ourselves and entertain other people. Or, at least for myself, I can certainly say that is the case. Though I’m pretty sure it’s roughly the same for the others. I do know that Joachim loves money, but really, who doesn’t?

… Oh, I guess the other thing that would make us stick out around here is the fact that our songs aren’t as ‘folksy’ or ‘traditional’ as others around here. Neither is bad though! They do them, we do us.”

[ @crumblingremnants ]

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“Sure. I don’t see why not. Could lead to some opportunities.”

“Yeah! And if he’s a scammer or a skeeze, we’ll just make sure he takes a nice nap and never wakes up!”

“Rowan, no. That’s called murder.”

“Aww, come on! I was just joking!”

“... I ... er ... eghh (what a distasteful joke) ... well, anyway! I’ll mark it on the calendar then! It’s coming up very soon. Let’s make the best of it!”

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