#off screen post

[quantum-quartet]

"We will! Hades will get us home! Alright, Sammich, full speed ahead!" Dusk calls, grinning again.

Kieran wraps his arms around Dusk with an equally wide grin, and Sammich is off like a rocket, doing a quick loop before leaping into the air, entering Flight Mode again. The two cheer and cackle as they fly into the air, vanishing into the night.

Warp Mail!

A portal opens up, and two familiar figures walk out of it.

Dusk, looking stern and serious...

... and Kieran, likely her world's version of him, based on the fact he's much taller than the one that Lochland met. He looks nervous.

"This ain't gonna be fun..."

"Lochland."

[ @quantum-quartet ]

“…Kept me waiting.”

His glasses are gone, bags at his eyes that shine blue. He looks awful. Lochland tenses, leaning back.

“Let’s start then, yeah? I’ll turn you into meat and send it to your uncle.” He looks past her at Kieran , and his face falls into one of pure grief for a moment, before he laughs hollowly, bouncing on his feet with a wild grin. Anger burns in his blue eyes.

[pokemonred-v-blu]

Cosmog Mail!!

A wormhole opens up right next to Mick's bed. Just tall enough for a pair of girls to hop out of.

A girl with brown and pink hair, and a cyan sweater with a pink stripe across the middle comes through first, bouncing excitedly.

The second girl to come through has silver hair, much like Dusk does, but with a splash of magenta at the front, and it's up in a ponytail, with the ponytail having the colors of a nebula. It even has stars towards the ends. She's wearing a fairly big jacket, with a blue-gray-ish color, except at the ends of the sleeves, which have a brownish-purple color, with three hot pink stripes that look like claws. The jacket also has a sparkly cyan patch stitched onto it, likely to fix a tear. She's holding a nebula-like Pokémon in her arms, likely how they got here.

The brunette glances over at Mick, beaming. It's Twilight!

"Mick! Hey!"

The silver-haired girl looks over as well, a polite smile on her face. It's Dawn and Cyan!

"Verrrrry nice to meet you in person. Cyan says hi. It's me, Dawn."

[ @quantum-quartet ]

//can you tell I love to describe the girls a lot//

Mick looks up with surprise, but grins and shuts his laptop, setting it aside.

"Ah, g'day, girls! It's delightful to finally meet you." He says, adjusting how he's sat. "Dusk didn't wanna come with ya? How's she doing, by the way? Takin' it easy?"

[shapeplex]

He stole this dragon fruit from powerplex

[cristalin-league-official]

closed starter for @quagsireoutpost

Wyatt Hertz was having the time of his life.

His friends, maybe not so much, but he honestly didn’t really care. Well, of course he did, the part of him that was self-aware did, but that part didn’t really have a say in anything right now.

Right now, Wyatt was seated at his favourite cafe in Aventurine City. It was a quiet little place, something Wyatt usually liked, but right now he had headphones on.

He was waiting for a few people. Friends, he guessed. Though. really, what was a friend, anyway?

Haha, and there he went philosophizing again. Who cares.

He was happy like this. What did anything else matter?

He just listened to his music and waited.

[luck-and-dreams]

[starts for @4ster-bl4ster ]

“Hey asty~ you ready for a battle?”

Ah so he’s here…somehow. There’s a pikachu on his shoulder both wearing matching checkered bandanas, and sport matching mischievous grins

“Because I sure am, and I don’t like waiting!”

[g-max-depletion]

*An odd young man peered over to Raihan, his eyes wide and bizarre, almost like an alien. He gave an equally odd smile, but it was also quite genuine* "Hello! I am Doctor! Nice to meet you!"

(Art by @biblicallyaccuratefour)

(Doctor's blog is @ask-doctor-ditto)

Raihan looks up from his phone, or rather technically down at the young man. He blinks a few times, looking around them as though he’s trying to figure out where the kid came from.

He looks down again, scratching his hairline and inspecting the boys face. Searching for something, maybe even a smidge of recognition. He doesn’t find it, which is strange considering he’s the great Raihan most people in galar know who he is but he’s got more pressing questions. Like where the fuck this Random ass kid came from.

“Hey kiddo.”

He crouches down to Doctors height, smiling at the kid and offering his hand for a shake.

“My names Raihan, it’s nice to meet ya too. Where did you come from? Are you uh, one of Hops friends?”

[aspens-dragons]

Off Screen Post

heat abnormal - Part Three (Final Part)

Content Warning(s): Post-apocalyptic themes/imagery, possession/mind control, parasitism, non-lethal injury.

//If the the Pokemon Sun and Moon main story makes you uncomfortable, it is recommended that you do not read this post.

The Beast runs. How long has it been running? Who knows; maybe five minutes, or ten, or maybe it’s been hours. It doesn’t particularly care; it is a Beast. An amalgamation, a manmade horror easily comprehended; It is a jacked fucking attempt at making God, having horribly failed in the process. It is nothing more than a consequence, just like how the battlefield that surrounds it is nothing more than a consequence.

04 stares into the sky; the dark, gelled mass that holds the boy is massive. He looks so small compared to it; compared to both of them. He floats, limp in it’s hold, scowling down at the chaos. 04 can vaguely feel the heat of electricity crackling in the distance behind, a flash of purple is the venom of a lethal Poison Jab. Maybe it should stop, maybe it should focus less on avoiding the attacks and maybe even help their recipients, but it doesn’t, because up in the sky is it’s goal and it’s purpose. Up in the sky is the very creature it was born to kill and the boy it has tasked itself with protecting.

As it runs, the mask cuts into 04’s neck; it hurts. It can’t remember the last time it felt air on it’s face. It would all be easier without it, but there’s no way for it’s chains to crack, so it howls instead as it races towards it’s trainer.

---

Aspen stares down at the battlefield, at the people and Pokemon and the orange flash of what he feels must be called the Blade. Something courses through his veins, something that pricks in his mind as something Wrong, as Something dangerous and noxious, but the Something is too blissful, too numb for him to particularly care. All these different battles seem so meaningless, so… small to him, but he doesn’t know where the thought comes from.

I’m so tired.

I might as well…

He wants to close his eyes, to relax, to let the bittersweet taste in on his tongue and the pleasant paralysis take hold of him forever. His vision blurs, and his eyes grow all the more dead until an unholy screech of a howl cuts into his hearing. It’s so loud, it’s louder than Miguel was, and it’s absolutely ear-grating. His eyes snap open, his exhaustion forgotten as he lets out a pained, strangled scream at the sound, excruciating and familiar in a way he can’t name.

NO-

NO-

The bliss, the paralysis, the numbness that brough him such relief is ripped from him as he screams again, the sound of that sacreligious cacophony of pure desperation reaching his ears and making him feel as though they are bleeding.

His eyes focus and they feel wet. His face feels wet.

What is this? Where am I? What’s going-

Everything is fine. I am fine.

That ever familiar pinch in his neck suddenly comes back, and everything goes dark.

---

04’s howl and Aspen’s scream both echo throughout the ruined city, and suddenly all eyes are up towards the sky and every gaze focuses on the gelatinous monster holding him in it’s grasp.

There he is; there is the boy they came in searching for, kicking and screaming, in what can only be the worst pain he’s experienced in his life.

His eyes are filled with tears.

Aspen’s eyes are filled with tears.

He is alive until he isn’t; as quickly as life returned to him, it leaves, and he goes fully limp.

The Beast, the [DATA EXPUNGED] makes a quiet sound and only runs faster, despite the surging pain every step brings. There he is, there is it’s trainer, so close yet so far. It runs and runs and it keeps running; that’s all it can do, that’s all it’s ever known, yet as it runs, not away from the boy but towards him, it can’t help but grow more and more aware of the sound of something cracking in it’s ear and the near blinding light that emanates from it’s chest.

Memories race through the beast’s mind, as though being sorted into files, into a new system; memories of joy and laughter, of pain and accidents, of quiet, winced affection and gentle, calloused hands.

As the light grows brighter and the cracking grows louder, 04 can think of nothing but it’s trainer and-

For just a moment, everything goes dark.

It can hear Aspen’s voice.

What do you say, bud?

The setting comes back as quickly as it left; everything is the same. The sun is still that wretched scarlet, the sounds of every battle in the ruin forming a horrid, terrifying symphony of desperation, the smell of chalky ash and bone and faint blood seeping into it’s nose and the overbearing, overwhelming suffocating heat continues to bare down on it’s talons and body and face–

It feels the air on it’s face. Everything is clearer, it’s senses are sharper, it no longer hurts and suddenly, 04 understands what the cracking noise and light was.

Leaving the remnants of the mask behind, 04 sprints with a newfound vigor; energy seeps into it’s bones as it locks onto it’s target.

Information about the dark, gelatinous mass that’s kept it’s trainer trapped in this hell comes to it naturally, memories of fights in never partook in playing in it’s mind like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t a tomorrow if it can’t get him back.

The Silvally runs, and it runs, and it runs, and it runs, and without an ounce of hesitation, it leaps into the air, eyes trained, not on the Infection, but on Aspen.

Talons and fangs and a crest rip through gelatin, the attack unleashed with every ounce of strength in it’s body; it near-tackles the Infection to the ground, ripping it away from it’s trainer; as they hit the ground, it resists the urge to continue to tear at the monster that took Aspen, but turns back to see him falling to the ground, all alone.

He looks so small; he seems to float in mid-air for just a moment, and for that moment, haloed by the sun, Aspen looks nearly divine.

04 runs towards him again, reaching him just in time to catch the boy, unconscious and limp on it’s back.

It wastes no time, sprinting through the wreckage, straight towards the Ultra Wormhole–straight towards home. 

"Aw shit,” says Miguel, watching it all. Below them Celcity shifts uncomfortably.

"Everyone, we gotta get outta here now,” they look around at the rest of them.

Esper stands stock still, her head swiveling around as she speaks in a panicked tone, "What? Why? What's happening? I can't see anything out of my range. what's happening??"

"Aspen's fuckass thing is running back to the portal," Maple says, pulling herself over a ledge.

She lets out a sharp whistle, and Dash wastes no time trotting over to his rider. As he moves past Maple, she grabs a hold of him and pulls herself up onto him, the Cyclizar not slowing to a stop until they've both made it back to everyone else.

Jaime does a quick glance at everyone in the group to ensure that they’re all present and accounted for. Returning his Indeedee and his Croagunk to their Pokeballs, he says, “I think it’s time we did the same.” 

He doesn’t want to spend another minute in this hell, not with the sounds of Ultra Beast cries beginning to surround the city.

The boy whistles for Momoto and Estrella to come to his side. The Cyclizar and the Espathra are both quite bruised and battered from their respective fights, but they trot to his side with newfound vigor and determination. They’re getting out of here alive.

“Momoto,” Jaime turns to his Cyclizar, “Help Esper and Victoria onto your saddle,” he moves to mount his Espathra, “I’ll take Estrella.”

Momoto nods and leaps to the girls’ side, and Victoria grabs Esper’s wrist to help lead her to Momoto, “Let’s go.”

Miguel looks around, trotting over to Maple and Dash while the others get situated, "Hey, Maple, what do you say to some good ol' distraction tactics? Keep the Beasts busy while everyone makes a break for it?"

Maple looks at everyone then back to Miguel with a smile, "I'm up for the world's first Cyclizar race to involve Ultra Beasts if you're up for it."

Miguel reaches down into their saddle bag and winces for a moment. Damn wound. Gonna have to get that one patched up. They pull out two rods, and throw one to Maple. 

"Here, catch," They extend out their own with a smirk, electricity crackling off the end, "Extendable cattle prods."

Jaime glances back at Maple and Miguel, hesitation etched onto his face. “Right… well, if you two are doing that, then I’ll be taking the girls back to safety.”

He adjusted the hat on his head and said to them, “Don’t fall too far behind.”

And with that, Estrella and Momoto dashed off to the distance, taking Jaime, Esper, and Victoria with them.

Maple watches the others leave, taking a few test swings of the cattle prod. She'd ask where Miguel got this, but she's pretty sure she doesn't want to know.

"Well, wouldn't want to keep them waiting, would we?" She asks Miguel, a smirk forming on her face. Maple doesn't give Miguel a chance to respond before she sends Dash running in the opposite direction from the portal, loudly hollering to get any remaining Ultra Beasts attention.

Joy lights up in Miguel's chest even despite the shit situation, thinking to themselves, Oh, we are so fucking back.

Sprinting across the battlefield, 04 finds the weight of Aspen across its back to be almost comforting.

It can hear Jaime, Victoria, and Esper following behind them on the Espathra and the other Cyclizar. It trusts that Maple and Miguel will follow behind them.

As the Beast Type: Null Type: Full Silvally reaches the Wormhole, it can feel white hot warmth pulsing from it.

This is it.

It looks back, gazing at the five of them, who’d come into the Ruin to get Aspen. It glances at the boy on its back, just to make sure he’s still there. He looks better; his skin’s already gained some warmth to it. That’s good, isn’t it?

…

04 steps into the Wormhole.

It’s time to go home.

[essence-unlimited]

【OPEN RP TO ANY ATTENDEES】

[Chayce had found a quieter room in the building, brushing through Mother F the shiny Furret's fur. He's singing as he does so, his singing voice is borderline angelic.]

[tobias-the-legend]

【OPEN RP TO ANY ATTENDEES】

[Darkrai is checking over their looks in a mirror they located, making sure their hair was neatly down instead of the usual streamline floating style, brushing it out to make it even neater.]

[a-lost-author]

{Off-Screen Post!}

(@gymleadergarnet)

--

[Suddenly, behind Ford, a Gardevoir--to him, he'd likely say that it looks like an ethereal woman with green hair and a white dress--teleports into existence, her arms folded disapprovingly.]

Hello there. [Her voice rings telepathically through the area.]

(He immediately straightens up, whips around and stares at the Gardevoir with a mix of confusion and surprise.)

"Where did you come from?"

(He really does look exhausted, his stance unstable no matter how many times he tries to adjust.)

[zonanemona]

OFF SCREEN POST: 毁

No content warnings apply. The last in this little mini-series!

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“...I see. That is quite the tale.”

“It’s true, Director Clavell!” Nemona exclaimed, huddled in the man’s office alongside Lochland. “There’s some sort of monster in the cavern! It attacked Lochland and his Pokémon!”

“Bzzt! It erased our memories of the incident! It’ll go after more people if something isn’t done.” Roto added pictures of whatever it could find on the phone’s screen.

The director sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about this subject, children…A Pokemon that attacks with illusions of ice brings to mind the idea of a Froslass…” Clavell hums in contemplation. “If that’s the case, we’ll simply send two of our most powerful Gym Leaders out for an inspection.”

Nemona bit her lip. That was somehow both reassuring and a little underwhelming. The entire experience seemed like something a couple of Gym Leaders could handle, if she struggled at a Champion Ranked Trainer. But it’s not like she brought her all-rounder team from that time. And she somehow doubted Kilowattrel or Dundunsparce could handle that..thing.

“...Thank you, Director.” Lochland’s voice rattled them, quiet and soft-spoken, unlike the usual extreme pitch it could reach. He rose silently and slowly from his seat in the man's office and turned to exit.

‘Wha- Lochland!” Nemona called out, only for the door to slam shut behind him. She groaned, fighting the curses she wanted to below more than anything. Lochland seemed to just be trying to avoid the topic all together, despite that no longer being an option for several reasons. In Cascarrafa, on the Flying Taxi home- even on his blog. He seemed like he was trying to sweep the whole damned thing under the bridge. It was infuriating.

“I…presume he’s been like this the whole time.”

Nemona nodded.

“I see. You may need to give him a moment, Miss Nemona. This seems like a lot for him to process.”

“I get that! Believe me- I do! But if that thing goes after anymore Trainers or Pokémon-”

“I understand.” Clavell spoke softly. “Regardless, it will do us no good to intrude. You may want to rest yourself.”

“...Right. Thank you, Director.” She sighed, getting up from her own chair and heading to the exit. A solemn Roto joins her, both of them entering the academy hall.

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologize.” She states, a sad smile on her face that doesn’t even mean meet the eyes. “I’m not upset at you, and you cannot keep apologizing for him.” She heads down the hall, walking down the stairs. “Do you want me to head to your dorm?”

“Nonsense. I should walk you to yours, bzzt. I can more than take care of myself against the Pokemon of the academy.”

“Yeah but-”

“Nemona!”

The girl blinked, turning to her left. She smiled, arms open wide as her rival slammed into them. Suddenly, life felt so much easier.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“You’ve said so.” She responds, looking at the shorter girl. “I’m so sorry for scaring you.”

Emmy’s eyes darted for a bit, but went back to the same bashful look as before. “It’s okay.”

Roto silently hovered around them, looking around. “Uh, Miss Emmy. I hate to intrude, but, uhm. Have you seen my trainer? I know you don’t want to talk to him right now, zzt, but-”

“I saw him a bit ago.” Her voice was more monotone than usual, obviously still pissed at him. Nemona found herself unable to blame her, quite exhausted herself. “Lochland got dragged off by Ms. Raifort a bit ago. Something about trying to pick his brain from what happened while you guys were…”

Nemona hummed, deep in contemplation. Ms. Raifort? That was an odd pick, especially considering Lochland didn’t even like her- despite his intense love for history. Did she…know something?

“...Hey. Do you mind if we go visit Ms. Raifort? She..probably knows about what happened more than we ever will.” Nemona asked, tentatively. Already, she could see the discomfort on Emmy’s face at the idea of getting involved in the whole mess. Despite it, she held firm, nodding at the idea.

“I-I’ll come with. Honest.”

Nemona’s heart swelled. She really could rely on Emmy.

The walk was short, as the duo (and Roto) heard whispers from the Staff Room getting increasingly loud, Lochland’s anger becoming more prominent throughout the walls. Nemona carefully rapped on the door. It fell silent for a moment, before Raifort opened the door, grinning at their appearance.

“I’ve been expecting you…three?” She peered at Emmy.

“She..she’s with me.” Nemona answered.

“...I see. Well then- come in, Miss Emmy.”

The three stepped into the staff room, a little eerie with it being so late after hours. Lochland stood in the corner, looking disgruntled and tired. Clearly, he didn’t want to be remotely involved in this conversation. The minute she spotted Emmy, his eyes shrunk in shock, turning to Nemona like had sprung two heads like a Doduo.

Raifort locked the Staff door behind her, pulling up a chair. She sat, grabbing a satchel off the table and pulling out a large, ancient looking book. Brown once shone prominently on it, only for time to wear and age it, like wet mud transformed into firm dirt. Raifort opened it, flipping through with a veteran’s ease until she reached somewhere in the middle.

“Children. May you please tell me what you saw?”

Lochland opened his mouth, seemingly to protest.

Nemona beat him to the punch. “Lochland went missing, under the guise of looking for Dunsparce. When I went to check on him, I found a cave. But it was…different. It was completely dark inside, to the point where not even a Fire-type move could light it up. And soon, ice started to emerge from outside.”

“Nemona!”

“¡This could help Lochland, basta!” She cleared her throat. “Upon exploring further, I found this weird staff. Roto got a picture of it somehow, before they went back?”

“Bzzt! I believe whatever we saw erased our memories of touching it the first time, but upon Nemona’s recuse, erased them completely of us even nearing the place.” Roto’s screen showed a yellow, glowing, stake. Looped around the top was a yellow ball of sorts, an ancient intricate pattern merged into it. Raifort gasped, taking a closer look as she adjusted her glasses.

“I don’t believe my eyes…”

“When I got close, I heard Lochland’s voice. The more I stuck around, I felt more..”

“Angry? A deep sense of hatred filling your cores?” Raifort asked, cutting the girl off. Nemona sputtered for a bit, before nodding. The teacher closed her eyes.

“...Ice and hatred…yes, I know exactly what you encountered.”

This caught all of them off guard, children and Pokémon paying attention. Raifort twisted her book around to show them. It was drawing, the type made by experienced artists and painters of a time long forgotten. A white long beast, icicles engraved into its sides and tail- even being used as its whiskers. Black swords that jutted out of the top of its maw, tips covered in ice. Cold eyes leered at them, and Nemona could feel the chill in her veins, even if just a drawing.

“T-That’s it.’ She mumbled. “That’s what attacked us.”

“Then you, my children, have encountered one of the Treasures of Ruin.”

Silence.

“Wh…what is-?” Lochland spoke, cautiously, almost as if he was afraid to ask.

“They’re old Paldean legends.” Emmy spoke for the first time since entering. “A king had four treasures; a vessel, a sword, tablets and beads. They were infused with some of humanity’s worst traits- something like that.”

“Very good, Ms. Emmy!” Raifort’s eyes lit up, a telltale sign of her hunger for knowledge. “Once invigorated with those traits, they became Pokémon- destroying ancient Paldea in a rampage. In desperation, the king turned to four renown Pokémon battlers, and after a fierce fight, all were sealed away.” Her monologue stunned the room, the kid’s eyes raised in disbelief. “For a long time, they merely existed as only rumors. But two eyewitness testimonies- do you know what this means? They’re real!”

The history teacher laughed. “You’ve both encountered Chien-Pao, Sword of Ruin!”

Nemona couldn’t feel the joy at Ms. Raifort’s glee, only fear sinking into her heart. She looked back, Emmy clearly uncomfortable, Lochland’s expression shifting into something sinister, fist balled. “Uh…hooray?”

“This is incredible! The truth, the truth! Could you imagine if we had the ability to find it again? Capture it? And if we found Chein-Pao, maybe we could find-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Nemona gasped, not expecting the profanity that Lochland had directed towards a teacher of all things. Raifort looked quite struck as well. “I-Lochland, that type of language-”

“You don’t know a damn thing about what you're talking about. Trying to seek out those bloody things- are you out of your mind?!” Lochland’s anger seemed to grow more prevalent as he spoke. “Those things will kill you without mercy. That thing- it’d rip you to bits and bloody pieces. They’re called the Treasures of Ruin for crying out loud- be sensible!”

“Wh- Lochland-”

“Shut up.” He turned to her and-

Nemona felt her entire body sag, the desire to put up a fight against his behavior disappearing in a flash, the desire to do anything disappearing in a flash as she stared into his bright blue eyes, immobile.

Lochland turned back to Raifort, equally as stunned as Nemona. “I…I…”

“You have no idea what you’re messing with. If you’re any degree as smart as you pretend, you’ll bury this.” Lochland finished, storming out of the staff room without so much of a word. Only when the door shut, did Nemona get her fighting spirit and ability to move back.

“I..I..I’m so, so sorry, Ms. Raifort. Thank you for your advice, I’ll make sure to ask you more, I-I have to go.” She ran to the door, opening it and running out.

“Bzzt! Ms. Nemona!”

“Nemo!”

Both Emmy and Roto chased after her, leaving Raifort alone in the staff room to reflect on what just happened. At the sudden appearance of bright blue eyes on her student’s face, when she knew for fact they were lavender.

“It can’t be…Azelf…?”

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“LOCHLAND!” Nemona shrieked, stomping down the stairs into the main lobby, seeing the man walking through the emptiness. “¡¿CÚAL ES TU PROBLEMA?!”

“What’s my problem?! What the hell is yours!” He turned to face her, marching in her direction to meet her. “Babbling all of that to Ms. Raifort- do you know what kind of danger you could’ve put us in?”

“She’s not dangerous, Lochland, she’s trying to help!”

“They’re always trying to help! People like her are always trying to help, and then they strike you in the back.” He retorted. “Lysandre was nice, til’ he tried to exterminate the entirety of Kalos. Lusamine was nice until she caused the summoning of a million Ultra Beasts. No normal person is obsessed with Legendary Pokémon!”

“Some people are just passionate, Lochland! Just like you and your researchers, or Bidoofs! But you- you caused that big scene, swore at a teacher for Arc’s sake-”

“You had no right to do any of that. It was a terrible idea, Nemona.”

She balked at his audacity. “I-I had no right to-are you forgetting I’m the reason you’re standing here right now, Lochland?!”

“You shouldn’t have come looking for me!” He flung his hands in the air. ‘Do have any idea how dangerous-”

“I fought the thing! Of course I knew how dangerous it was!” She scoffed. “I mean- what did you expect, Lochland? That being chained and trapped and unconscious, you’d be able to come up with some way to escape by yourself with no help?!”

Lochland looked away, face hot as silence reigned over the hall.

Nemona’s eyes widened. “...No se puede ser serio.”

“...You have no idea the mess you’ve dragged yourself into, Nemona. Legendaries are serious business.”

“Oh, and you’re suddenly an expert on Legendary Pokémon!”

“I am, actually!”

“How?” She pressed, jabbing a finger in his chest. “How in the world would you possibly know something like that?”

Lochland sputtered, unable to defend himself. “You…you wouldn’t possibly believe me.”

“You don’t know that though!” She retorted, face strained as she spoke. “You don’t know what I’d believe, or what I wouldn’t because you never tell people anything!”

“Well I'm telling you now- don’t go looking into Chein Pao or whatever. Leave it to me! If you keep dragging people into this, they’re going to get hurt- what the heck are you gonna do if someone like Emmy gets involved next time. And it will happen- because it always happens!”

Something inside Nemona snapped.

“No te atrevas a hablar de ella así. ¿Qué te pasa?” Her voice was a hiss, anger and silent disappointment mixing together.

Lochland said nothing. He sharply turned and started walking away.

“Tell Roto I’m heading up to my dorm room, he knows how to get there on his own.”

Nemona let him walk away, holding onto her shoulders in discomfort.

“...Take my advice, Nemona. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.” And he started to climb up the steps, slowly disappearing from view. Nemona took a sharp breath, running her hands through her hair. She looked up, only to notice Roto and Emmy on the steps. She turned away, unable to meet their gazes.

Emmy carefully walked down, resting a shoulder on her hand, Nemona returning with a squeeze.

“...Wanna have a sleepover at my place? My moms wouldn't mind having you.”

“...Gracias. I’d love that, Em.”

Translations:

¡Basta! = Enough!

No te atrevas a hablar de ella así. = Don’t you dare talk about her like that.

¿Qué te pasa? = What’s wrong with you?

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

Asgeir arrives later in the day ....

He sits on the windowsill a look that seems almost sad

"Hey kid, I figured I'd move the session up a little ...I wanted tk check in after your spiral"

Lochland doesn’t notice at first, seemingly writing something down in a notebook, with earbuds in. He checks his computer, however, and jolts when he notices the bird in the afternoon light,

“Ah- shoot, sorry-” He’s dressed more casually, tie draped over his bed, and button-down worn messily. “I didn’t hear me you come in.”

[pokemonred-v-blu]

Giratina Mail!

(A portal opens up, looking like a crack in the air with swirling black fog around it. The crack shatters open like glass, and out of it comes Dusk, having just two Pokéballs on her belt, and she looks really excited. She glances around, before catching sight of Mick and David, and she waves at them, jogging over as the portal closes behind her.)

"Mick!!! David!!!"

[ @quantum-quartet ]

"Ah! G'day, love!" Mick is the one primed for the sudden guest on their walk, as both turn to look to her with surprise. Both men smile at her, David giving her a small wave.

"G'day indeed, lovely weather for a battle. Heard you were gettin' antsy?" David chuckled a little. Mick nodded along.

"That's what she said. So, Dusk, what did ya have in mind? Pokeball battle or just a bit of rough housing?"

"Mick, you-"

"It's fine, David, she's not a baby. Sides, I can go easy, and she... you said you took on god at age 11, right? Yeah, she'll be fine."

David's eyes briefly flashed to Mick's still wrapped arm, clearly not enthused by the idea.

[cristalin-league-official]

closed thread with @tobias-the-legend

(cont. from here)

"Oh, okay!" Zeph smiled. "Let's go, then. We can meet up with Latios back here?"

He pointed. "My favourite boutique is that way."

[champ-cabinet]

Musharna Malice!

You open your eyes. You’re in your room. Everything seems normal, but you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. 

You walk into the bathroom to brush your hair, unruly as ever. 

You pull the hairbrush out of the drawer. Something feels wrong with it. You don’t know what it is.

You blink. You’re in a different room. You try to find the light switch, but it’s dark. Suddenly, it’s blindingly bright. The room is small. There’s not enough space to put your arms out all the way. You don’t see the door. You’re not sure there is one.

After what feels to you like hours, you blink again. You’re back in your room. Your hairbrush is in your hand. It still doesn’t look right. 

You jolt awake.

[ Tobias sharply inhales, panicked. His breathing is heavy and unsteady. ]

[ He hated nightmares. He had them for as long as he could remember, but Darkrai protected him. If it got through, that meant— ]

[ He hears what sounds like groaning, looking over to the hammock strung up near the ceiling in the corner. There, Darkrai's shifting around, clutching their stomach in pain. ]

[ He knew what that meant. It had happened a few times before where it got so bad that Darkrai had to stop as it was hurting them. ]

[ Tobias looks beside him, relieved to see Zeph was still asleep by him. He didn't want to disturb him after what had been going on back at his home. ]

[ He held his breath for a few moments, trying not to cry. ]

[fallen-shooting-star]

*Suddenly, there’s a person rolling up on a rental scooter. (It’s Mira.)*

Hi! You guys must be Mason and Mabel!

*Mira would find the twins at a makeshift camp... if you count a camp as a tent. There were a few cupcakes in a container, as well as a few other snacks. Most have been dug into by now.

Mabel, now donning her new wooper sweater, noticed Mira, and gave a wave. Noodle the shiny Wooper was also nearby, staring at Mira. Yeesh that staring into your soul look was even more potent in real life.*

"Hey! Yeah that's us, but he usually goes by Dipper."