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(askforceofnature) "You are looking a little blue in the face there." A Leafeon brushes against the Spinda's side, stopping next to them to sit on the ground, curling his tail around himself. "I am Force. Perhaps you could tell me your name and we can head to the Guild of this town together. If they are anything like the ones back home, then they are sure to know where this Chimecho you are looking for is."

The Spinda stiffened as someone new came up from behind them and brushed against them. With physical contact. A chill rushed up their spine as they took a quick step to the side to reorient themselves and looked the Leafeon in the eye, tipping their hat to disguise the breath they took to get the spot of red out of their cheeks.

“I would very much appreciate the escort, Force,” they said, walking forward and softly putting a paw on the back of the Leafeon’s neck. “You’re alright with being my guide? I wouldn’t want to impose...My name is Boxy, by the by.”

Force gave a nod and a smile, and the two of them walked northward towards the mouth of Wigglytuff Guild. Boxy stared up at the rather imposing building, the tips of the long pink ears flapping in the chilly early morning wind. They dug into their bag and looked at the letter in their hands, giving the Leafeon a nod. 

“This was much appreciated, Mr. Force,” he said. “I’ll be seeing you later, then.”

With that, they walked across the grate, and halted when a booming voice reverberated up the tunnel below. Even in the early morning, it seemed like Loudred and Diglett were, as they said, ‘up and at ‘em.’

It’s morning.

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(@whenever-poliwhirl) Poliwhirl: \*emerges out of a nearby body of water* Hey you, Swirly-Eyes, you look lost!

The Spinda jumped in surprise as someone emerged from the well, looking rather unnerved by the entire incident. They slowly eased themselves back into a calmer position as he rested his arms on the side of the wet stone, jabbing a gloved finger at him. 

“Hey you, Swirly-Eyes!” he called. “You look lost!”

“I, er,” the Spinda paused for a moment to gather his wits, then nodded. I am lost...Swirly-Mouth. Or, lost-ish. I’m supposed to give these flyers to Chimecho, but I’m not entirely sure who that is or where they live.”

As he was explaining this to the Poliwhirl, a new face came down the crossroads, heading from the beach to the south to the burg. A Bellsprout was cheerily bouncing along to an unheard beat, but stopped when they overheard the conversation. He waved to the Spinda as a greeting.

“Hey, you look like you’re new in town. Need someone to show you around?”

The Spinda turned to face the Bellsprout, wearing a pleased, but slightly strained smile. “I would very much like to take you up on that offer, but...if you know who or where Chimecho is, do you think we could start the tour there?”

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The sky was unnaturally gloomy today. An overcast grey soared over Treasure Town, covering the generally lively burg in a blanket of sluggishness. It was still early in the morning, but things seemed to be operating just a little slower than usual. Many Pokemon were rising from their residences, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes as they migrated to the marketplace to set up shop for the day. Elsewhere, guild members of the prestigious Wigglytuff are given a booming awakening from someone with an enthusiasm and pair of lungs that both seem to defy the weather.

And elsewhere, elsewhere, a Spinda staggers around the crossroads, their tote bag bouncing against their hip as they unsteadily steadied themselves into a wavering stance, scratching their head as they looked down the four paths. They reached into their bag and pulled out an envelope, squinting down at the address, before looking up at the sky.

They look lost.

Interact?

[pokedailycouriers]

Reboot imminent

I’ve gotten better at writing and worse at drawing over the past few, so I’m going to be rebooting this blog to be slightly different from now on.

I hope that this different direction is alright to some people, but it’s alright if you unfollow if that sort of content isn’t for you.

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Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon!

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Remi was getting impatient now. At this rate, with all these random people dropping in, he might actually miss an ask. People would notice if that happened. He’d have to start locking the doors. Or God forbid, actually hire more people.

That was not going to happen if he could help it.

Besides, the longer he kept receiving visitors like this, the more undesirable visitors he’d be getting. He’d just gotten the actual manifestation of Doubt’s attention, so that was an absolute joy. It knows he exists now. It was only a matter of time until someone just popped right in that he just couldn’t handle-

His mind went blank as he saw the silhouette of a Litten in the reflection of the door, on the screen in front of him. His blood ran cold, and he held his breath. No no no. No, he had work to do. Maybe if he ignored him he’d go away.

He heard footsteps.

“Hey!” 

...That was a female voice. Thank GOD. He turned in his chair, still riding the adrenaline from his earlier assumption, to see Ophelia, from dailyhoundournlitten. He made a face - the blog right now was on hiatus. Didn’t that mean that Ophelia shouldn’t be out making asks? Especially to him?

“Whaddaya do here?” she said, looking past Remi at his screens. “I heard a crow be mentioned, do you take care of crows?”

“...Good lord I am done talking about Crow,” Remi muttered under his breath. “There are other people in this community beyond that cat.”

He looked at Ophelia, suddenly realizing how tired he was. “We don’t take care of crows. You’re thinking of an aviary, Ophelia.”

Mentions: @im-crow, @iamyourdoubt, @dailyhoundournlitten

Ask from: @dailyhoundournlitten

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“They’re worried about Crow?”

A low melodious voice wormed its way into Remi’s consciousness, seemingly slithering straight into his mind. A low chuckle rumbled rhythmically behind him, coming closer with each passing second. The voice continued - a voice Remi recognized with a sinking heart.

“Geez lueeze,” it went on, its tone carrying an unmistakable tone of condescending mockery. “Did it not occur to them that if you deliver Crow’s stuff, that you also deliver Doubt’s? Or Aku’s? Among various other villains?”

The voice was right beside him now. He tried to ignore it. Pretend it wasn’t there. That was what he was supposed to do with doubt, right? Ignore it?

…Why wasn’t this working? Why wasn’t he going away? He tried to activate the microphone, ping June, get this snake out of here, but his will was paralyzed. His fingers kept mindlessly working as that oh-so-familiar voice burrowed into his head.

“How dastardly of you to do that service.”

His eyes shut for a moment, his mouth screwed up to one side as his brain reeled to give some sort of response.

“…Someone has to do it,” he whispered, almost to himself. And he said it again, as if to reassure himself in his answer. “Someone has to do it.”

Mentions: @im-crow , @iamyourdoubt , @askillusionfox

Ask from: @iamyourdoubt (full ask below break, if you’re curious)

[pokedailycouriers]

“So. You’re the one that lets Crow do his pranks.” An accusatory voice came from the still open door.

Remi halted in his work, wincing at the sound of yet another intruder. “Good lord, I’m not going to have any time to get any work done,” he grumbled to himself. Finally, he turned to the anon at the door. His annoyed expression quickly contorted into one of mild contempt.

“Yes, Anon,” he said, his voice dripping with a certain undertone. “I am one of the people that allows im-crow to wreak his havoc across the PokeDaily community. I’m privy to pretty much everything the dumb cat does. And I don’t need your condescending disapproval mucking up my office.”

He held the anon’s gaze for but a moment, his eyes attempting to burn through the black shades on their face, but with a sudden flick of his chin Remi turned back to his computer and continued his work, paying the grey humanoid at the door no more heed.

“...You don’t need to be so rude, Remi,” June chided from the other side of his headphones.

“Are you dealing with random strangers barging into your workspace?” he growled back. “...Why are they coming to me and not you, anyway?”

“Beats me.” 

Mentions: @im-crow

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Leilani@???: Um... I don't understand anything you said. What are 'l-love arrows' and 'PCs'? Who are 'im-crow' and Cerberus?'" The young Popplio looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings. What exactly is it y-you do? What kind of place is this a-anyway?

“Um...I don’t understand anything you said.”

A soft voice came from the light of the door Poliwhirl had busted, causing Remi to once again turn away from his work with an annoyed huff. The anger dissipated once he saw the source of it, however.

A young Popplio flopped clumsily across the cold linoleum floor, her flippers slipping helplessly against the smooth surface. It was clear that she was both uncomfortable and struggling with her surroundings. Still, she continued to question him.

“What are l-love arrows and PCs?” Leilani asked. “Who are ‘I’m Crow’ and Cerberus?” She finally stopped once she was a few feet away from Remi, and she looked around with an expression of discomfort on her face. “...What exactly is it y-you do? What kind of place is this a-anyway?”

Remi was about to answer, but something made him stop. The way that she phrased these questions gave him pause - they were weird. Who didn’t know who Crow was?

She has no idea that she’s part of a tumblr blog.

Right. Tribal. She probably doesn’t even know what internet was. This was an existential crisis waiting to happen, he figured. Remi would have to handle this carefully.

“To answer your first questions,” Rem began, saying his words slowly and carefully, as if chewing on them. “Crow and Cerberus are, er...celebrities. Repeat customers of mine. Love arrows is Crow’s job, right now. He works like cupid, making people fall in love. And Cerberus is a guard dog of his PC. Which is...it’s like his tribe. He’s guarding his tribe.”

Alright, no mention of technology so far. This is good.

“I work as a...transportation service, to people who want to ask questions. I bring them to who they’re interviewing. And when they’re done I send them back. And I do that for eeeeeveryone who wants to ask things to people they know, but can’t see. It’s like...”

What could he compare it to? She’s tribal. What do tribes have that are like this...?

“It’s like a subway.”

A subway. Brilliant.

Wincing, Rem turned around and activated his headset. “June, can you blip Leila-” 

He froze, flinching at his word choice - Leilani could probably still hear him. “Could you wake Leilani up from her dream, please?”

“You should keep an open mind about this blog stuff, Rem. Seriously!”

“Please?”

>Leilani has left.

Mentions: @im-crow, @askthepokemonpc, @leilani-popplio

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(@whenever-poliwhirl) Poliwhirl: \*barges in* DID SOMEONE SAY NEW BLOG INTRODUCE YOURSELF CELL BOI!!

The Reuniclus gives a cry of surprise as the door behind him bursts open, incandescent light flooding into the relatively dark room. This percussive entry was accompanied by repetitive footfalls, along with a screaming voice.

“Did someone say new blog!?” The voice’s volume accosted the Reuniclus’s hearing despite his noise-cancelling headphones he had on. It continued. “Introduce yourself, cellboi!!”

A few moments of silence passed between the Reuniclus and the intruder. Another sigh came from the Pokemon, but this one seemed to be mentally projected into the mind of the Poliwhirl - almost as if he was supposed to know exactly how exasperated this entire situation made the Reuniclus feel.

“First of all, nobody said new blog. There is no blog here.” His voice was flat and tired, and was accompanied by another purposeful mental sigh. “Second...what are you doing here, Poliwhirl? How did you even get here?”

“Rem? Everything alright?”

The Reuniclus spun away from Poliwhirl, looking back at the light behind him. “Uh, yeah...would you happen to know why whenever-poliwhirl decided to drop by?”

There was a silence on the other end of the line.

“June, what did you do.”

“I thought that it’d be good to get some publicity.”

“So you made us into an ask blog?! What the heck were you thinking!? We have a monopoly on this entire service, and that’s only because nobody even THINKS about whether it exists! And you go and broadcast it to all of Tumblr?!”

“Well...not all of tumblr...we don’t have that many followers.”

“I’m sending Poliwhirl back.”

>@whenever-poliwhirl​ has left.

Mentions: @whenever-poliwhirl

Reference to be added: >Remi (Reuniclus)

[pokedailycouriers]

“Got another one from im-crow, Rem.”

“Another? Alright, on it. Where to?”

“Nugget. It’s one of those love-arrow asks he’s doing.”

“Right, okay. Just in case, I’m gonna put the non-death insurance on him in case he tries anything funny.”

“Good call.”

“...Ah, jeez, someone’s trying to get into the PC again. Should I pass it through?”

“Yeah, but stay on standby for return. You know how strict Cerberus gets with people that don’t belong there.”

“Roger.”

A Reuniclus hovers delicately over a swivel chair, a sigh escaping his lips in the form of bubbles that freeze in the goo surrounding him. A quick swipe on a psychic keyboard later and he sits back. His eyes connect with you and instantly narrow as an expression of suspicion flashes across his face.

“...You don’t work here.”

Ask?

Mentions: @im-crow , @nugget-the-zorua, @askthepokemonpc