I feel like I should talk more about the mysterious Pokémorpher that's been a part of my account since the very beginning: Shiftry Mask
Hello Idolstart followers, this is Professor Parasol. My current study is in the Pokémorpher phenomenon, and I'm currently helping oversee the Pokémorph Tag Team Tournament here in Morpho Island.
I'm currently here to share the current info about Shiftry Mask and hopefully answer some questions you might have about this thorn in our side.
It's worth noting that the way that Shiftry Mask acts is very odd, and I want to tell you why. I have also provided a picture for reference.
First off, they like to get into fights with Pokémorphers on Morpho Island by ambushing the target. It has worked every time. When Wally asked why they do this some time ago, they simply put "To become stronger." There also appears to be a pattern in who they target, but we can't exactly what the pattern is, other than youngish. We'll let you know if we figure out this pattern
Next is that they don't speak, we don't know if this muteness is by choice or not, but every time they'd get asked a question, they'd answer by ether using gestures or writing their response down with pencil and paper. Wally has noted that they left a note after their battle with the aforementioned answer.
Then there's the fact that they don't have a fan weapon. That may have sounded silly, at least to me. But every other Shiftry Morpher has had a fan weapon, and according to my assistant, this means something important, but I'm not inclined to believe him just yet, especially if we can't explain why this is of note.
And finally, Shiftry Masks' fighting style appears to be a mix of different eastern and western fighting styles. Although it mainly appears to have influences from fighting styles from the United West Regions (that's where the US regions are) and the Yamato Province. (Where all the JP regions are) We couldn't figure out which fighting styles specifically, but at least we know that the fighting styles they took inspiration from appear to come from these particular region collections.
Now, I want to end this post with results from our q&a attempt for Shiftry Mask. They allowed us 1 question each. It was me and 3 others, so we had 4 questions in total.
My Question: Who gave you your Pokémorph Watch? SMs' answer: I don't want to say
My Assistants' question: When did you get your Watch? SMs' answer: About 7 months after they first appeared in galar
Research partner 1s' question: Where do you live? SMs' answer: In the ocean (We don't know what they mean by this)
Research partner 2s' question: umm... Shoot, I forgot, umm... What's your favorite food? SMs answer: I don't know anymore, Peach mochi, I guess.
After that, they wrote down, "That's all you get. I need to get back to training." and then took off before we could get another word in.
And I guess that's it for now. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you need clarifications or still have questions, you may ask, and my team and I will answer to the best of my ability.
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First post on my Magic AU! Someone was interested in it, so, before I start on answering that ask I thought I’d post the species I’ve assigned to the characters for now. Just the hosts, gen 1 cast, and Emma & Kitty for now. Quite a few of them don’t have additional info because I couldn’t think of anything significant.
Questions? Comments? Concerns?
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Chris & Chef- Humans
+Chris still hosts TD
+They’re both pretty much the exact same
+Chris is a little bit nicer though
Blaineley- Human
Don- Human
Josh- Human
Noah- Angel
+Burrowing Owl Wings
+Mage (very skilled in magic)
+Telekinetic
+Alias among humans during the war was “Thunderbird” (might change)
+Dated Cody after WT, but he broke it off due to religious backlash.
+He knows how to speak demon
Cody- Ajror Demon
+Blue Jay Wings
+Genetic magic, like all demons
+Deathly afraid of Driders, specifically the giant variety, so Phobia Factor definitely plays out differently for him
+He got the Cone of Shame during World Tour
+The whole “mauled by a bear” thing happens a bit differently; that bear was also fighting for it’s life, it was an equal opportunity mauling
+Tried so hard to court Noah during action and WT, but he didn’t do so well because he tried to be somewhat subtle this time around but Noah didn’t know what demon courting customs looked like so it flew right over his head.
+Cody was the one who kickstarted the revolution that lead to the war.
+His mother’s side of the family is Ajror nobility, so by default Cody is also nobility.
Emma & Kitty- Angels
+Magpie Wings
+Emma knows how to use a sword
+Kitty knows basic healing magic
+Emma and Jake’s break up played out differently in this AU
+To put it short, he was a specist prick who made it very clear he thought Emma looked better without her wings (for context, an Angel without their wings looks exactly like a human)
+Emma definitely still had her own flaws, but still
Eva- Satyr
Izzy- Halfbreed
+3/4 Demon, 1/4 Naga
+Tokë Demon(plant variety)
+Alias among humans during the war was “Wildfire”
+One thing she got from being part Naga is her sense of smell; she can track people kinda like a bloodhound
Heather- Drider
+Magical knowledge is limited to making herself look more human
+Glamour magic, if you will
+Wild-Born
+She basically domesticated herself
+Type of venom is non-lethal, aka paralyzing
+She HAD siblings when she was little
Alejandro- Human
+Doesn’t have magic during the show, but discovers he has a magic ability known as “leeching” during the war
Sierra- Human
Duncan- Neko
+Lives up to his species ‘thief’ stereotype
+Really good at what he does too
Gwen- Naga
+Wild-Born
+Still claustrophobic, which is ironic because wild nagas typically live in burrows
+Uses glamour magic to make herself look more human
Owen- Naga
+Not Wild-Born
+Uses glamour magic
Trent- Mer
+Siren subspecies
+Uses magic through singing, but can also channel it through instruments
Bridgette- Mer
Justin- Elf
Ezekiel- Harpy
+Nobody likes him that much because of how his species is viewed, Noah especially
+Tries too hard to show he’s nothing like how his kind is depicted
DJ- Human
Courtney- Human
Leshawna- Human
Geoff- Human
Harold- Human
+No magic, typical human
+However he knows a lot about the other species customs and cultures and such
Tyler- Satyr
Lindsay- Faun
Beth- Human
Katie- Demon or Mer
Sadie- Demon or Mer
(Sadie and Katie will be updated when I make up my mind, any help with that would be appreciated)
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Performance of a lifetime - 2
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Heyyy look who wrote a thing again! I've only got two things to say this time:
1) Aaaaaa thank you Caldin and Mew for your incredibly kind words <3 <3 <3
2) Yes I will be throwing in a bunch of oc's I can justify to you why it's crucial for the narrative but I won't because teehee spoilers
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"THIS IS TOO HARD! I CAN'T DO IT!" Plixie howled. In a fit of juvenile rage, they flung the juggling balls across the room, causing a few to rebound and come flying back their direction. They ducked - wings fluttering desperately - to avoid the onslaught but a few still hit them with a loud 'BONK!'
"Please, just try again." Leyera muttered, not even looking up from her current task: untangling an extremely matted string of fairy lights.
"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" The plasma monster thrashed furiously in midair, before landing specifically to stomp their foot on the ground like an angry bunny. A few frustrated tears leaked from their wide eyes.
The little temper tantrum was enough to get the gloptic's full attention, "I swear, Plixie, you are driving me up the wall..."
"Look, how about I demonstrate it for you again? Here..." They dropped the mound of knotted lights and psychically levitated the juggling balls into their grasp. They were able to throw and catch at least five of them simultaneously without even looking, "See how I'm doing this scooping motion when I toss it? Try doing that."
This only seemed to upset Plixie even more, "IT'S NOT FAIR, LEYERA! YOUR ARMS ARE LONGER!"
"You can fly!" Leyera protested, pressing one tentacle to her closed eye in her equivalent of a facepalm. She exhaustedly muttered to herself, "...I spent all last night working myself half to death because our only other fortune-teller Tye-dye left the show, and this is the thanks I get?"
"What's a fortune-teller?" Plixie tilted their head to one side and their eyes glittered with curiosity, apparently that was the only part of her angry little rant they actually heard.
"I've explained it to you before..?" They grumbled.
"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."
"I will never understand little kids..." She shook her head to clear it and begrudgingly elaborated, "A fortune-teller is a monster who can tell other monsters what will happen to them in the future and tell that what they should do about it."
"Woah!" Plixie's wings flapped excitedly, "How do you do that?!"
The magical monster seemed a bit less bothered by the injustices of the world now that they were discussing something familiar to them, "Well, there's lots of different ways. There's looking into crystal balls, there's tracking the movement of the stars, I specialise in palm reading, kind of ironic since I don't have any but, heh..."
"Cool! Cool!" They squeaked, hopping about as though this was the most fascinating information they had ever heard. Then, an idea crossed their mind and their face lit up, "Can you tell me MY future?"
"Uh, sorry kid, but I'm really not supposed to, Fennec's orders." She muttered. Fennec had been firm (well, as firm as Fennec can be) that she was under strict orders to only use her psychic powers for those who approached her booth during opening hours, lest she drain her magical energy stores.
"PLEASE!" Plixie took flight again and hovered as close to the Gloptic's eye as possible, hoping that their adorable face would persuade them.
"Come on, not the puppy-dog eyes..." Leyera protested. They had always had a hard time not giving in to the puppy-dog eyes...
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
"Okay, okay: I'll do it!" She threw her tentacles up in the air in defeat, "...If you promise to practice some more afterwards."
"Deal!" They nodded profusely.
"Deal, give me your hand," Plixie's palm was so small, it was hard for Leyera to find any of the tell-tale lines they used to predict fortunes, "Oh, wow, it's so tiny!"
"Hehehe!" The plasma monster giggled, having already forgotten about their earlier upset.
"Hmm, well, this line here tells me that you express your emotions freely." She said, pointing to a long line across their entire palm.
"What does that mean?" They tilted their head to one side.
"It means that you like to say how you feel and don't try to hide it," She replied.
"Oh! Oh oh oh! Yeah! That sounds like me!"
"You don't say?" They rolled their eye, then turned their attention to a curving, sloped line in the middle of their hand, "And this one, this one tells me that you're very creative."
"And this one..." Leyera went froze as though she were a robot that had ran out of battery. For a few moments, they stared blankly ahead as though gazing into a distant future - a future not at all pleasant.
"What? What does it mean?!"
"It... It doesn't mean anything important," They eventually admitted, looking away.
Plixie folded their arms again and stomped a little more, "Aww, that's boring! You should make it something cooler!"
"What? That's not how it works—"
"Please! I wanna be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands!"
"That isn't..." She grumbled, "Ugh, fine. This line says that you'll one day be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands. Now can we please go back to juggling like you promised?"
"Nooo... Ugh, fine..."
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It was late, long past closing time. A pale moon hung gloomily amongst the glittering stars like a giant spotlight. Hardly a monster seemed to stir, until...
"You're just being hysterical!" The voice was distant and muffled - almost impossible to decipher - and yet the pure, bitter disgust in their tone was enough to make the voice seem as loud as thunder.
"Huh..?" Syncopite drearily sat up, blinking rapidly to quell their sleepiness. They had already been struggling to properly get some rest, and the occasional faint argument sound was doing them no favours - but now their curiosity was piqued.
Driven by intrigue, they got up and waddled over to their friend's room and knocked once... twice... No response.
"Pppsst, Hornacle, can you hear that?" They whispered, pushing the door open with their foot.
Hornacle was silent for a few moments, before slowly murmuring, "Ugh... No, Soxy, I don't want to eat the vegetables..."
Oh. She's sleep-talking. Looks like they're gonna have to figure this one out alone...
They slowly followed the source of the noise; every tiny little creak or thud made them flinch. Eventually as the noises got closer, it became apparent that there were two monsters speaking and they were arguing intensely. Thinking quickly, they dashed behind a nearby storage create so they wouldn't be spotted.
"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" The first voice insisted: weary yet stern, "That line, it's not good! It can only mean..."
"Leyera, I know your fortune-telling is very important to you, but you can't let it dictate what we do around here..." The other replied. Syncopite knew that voice well, it was Fennec.
They slowly peeked out from behind the box, eventually spotting the two older monsters standing under the light of a single lamp. The air was thick with tension: Leyera seemed both furious and anxious while Fennec was somehow even more frightened than he usually was.
"Very important? Very important?! It's more than 'very important', Fennec, it's my entire life!"
Fennec flinched, pressing his body low to the ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail was between his legs. He quietly replied, "I know, but Audrey says..."
"No! Listen to me!" She snarled, "I've been doing this for years! Over a decade, even. I know my way around a palm reading, and the future is not bright for that kid!"
Both went quiet again, glaring at eachother bitterly as though they could break into a fight at any moment. Fennec trembled wildly, his fur standing on end like a frightened cat; Leyera stared at him with a strange, almost pleading look in her eye.
Eventually, he worked up the courage to say, "Leyera, I'm going to be as gentle as possible when I say this but you're acting crazy. Maybe you just read it wrong, or maybe it isn't accurate because it's not real—"
"OH REALLY?! I'M THE ONE ACTING CRAZY WHEN YOU THINK THOSE KIDS ARE G—"
"Stop fighting! Please!" Syncopite bolted out of their hiding space and hurled themselves between the monsters in a desperate attempt to shield one or both should things get worse.
"Syncopite?!" "Kid?!" They both yelled at the same time.
"I..." Unable to quickly think of an explanation, Syncopite looked down at their stubby feet, "I don't like it when monsters fight."
Fennec was the first to react, approaching the crystal monster and patting them with a colourful paw. It felt a little condescending, but it was better than nothing.
"Oh, we weren't fighting, sweetheart." He soothed, eager to quell the tension in the air, "We were just having a... friendly discussion."
"A friendly discussion about how you won't heed my warnings..." Leyera muttered ominously.
"Yes, that... Look, it doesn't concern you, kid. You should go back to sleep."
"But—" They couldn't just leave it at that! Clearly both monsters were very passionate about the issue - it needed to be resolved!
Fennec whipped his head around to stare at the Glopitc, shivering slightly, "See, Leyera? You're frightening the poor things!"
"What? I didn't mean to, I—" They sighed defeatedly, slumping to the point where it looked as though they might melt into an exhausted puddle at any moment, "...Fine. Syncopite? Fennec? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't bring it up again."
"But you were just-" Syncopite protested, baffled.
"I know, but I was wrong. Please, it's too late for this..."
"But—"
"No buts!" With a flick of her two-toned feeler, Leyera effortlessly lifted the crystal monster into the air with their psychic powers.
"Wh— HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Syncopite squealed as the ground seemed to disappear underneath them. Their stubby legs flailed uselessly in midair and the magnetic stones that usually floated peacefully around them spun as though they were caught in a tornado. They hated every second of it: they couldn't get away, they couldn't run, they couldn't hide!
"Leyera! Stop it!" Fennec cried, trying to sound firm but stuttering and stammering the whole way through, "What's wrong with you?"
Leyera hesitated, but she didn't have the energy to argue back anymore and just let them go, careful to levitate the crystal monster gently to the ground instead of dropping them, "Yes. Sorry, Fennec. I'm an awful monster."
He didn't rebute their claim.
"Come on, Syncopite," Fennec instructed. He padded quietly towards the exit and beckoned the little monster, "It's late."
Syncopite's need to obey their trainer overrid their courage, but their little mind still swam with questions as they hobbled after him, "But, wait! What about—?"
"Leyera realised the error of their ways and apologized. There is nothing more to discuss." He replied, crimson eyes dull and weary with tiredness.
Syncopite wanted to object, but they had a feeling that any complaint they had would be quickly dismissed. Maybe they were overthinking this; maybe they were wrong; maybe it would just be for the best to not think about it any longer...
They didn't dare utter a word as the ethereal monster ushered them back to their room, leaving an uncomfortable silence as Fennec's paws hardly made a sound on the cold floor.
"Remember, we only want what's best for you." He muttered as he shuffled away, leaving Syncopite to try and get back to sleep despite their racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day... Hopefully...
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