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A portal opens up and Gabe, shez and nemona walk out of it
"where the fuck is he?"
@askthedistortedfandomcrew
A clearly seen overworked and exhausted Nozel Silva had been the one to greet them, Chien-Pao as his support. Apparently, it seems that the captain was incapacitated for now, the Pokemon speaking through him. The Ruinous Pokemon did attempt mimicking their chosen and how would he act.
“…The Vice Captain is not here.”
Distortion Mail!
Meta Knight had come out flying this time, waving Reverie a farewell.
// @throughskiesoftime
Gabe was waiting for them whilst prepping his Pokemon.
Gabe walked out of his room with his hand on his face muttering I fucked up multiple times, Gwynn being the only one coming out of the room with him
@askthedistortedfandomcrew
Eda looked at him, concerned, as she heard him.
“Hey, what’s got ya in a bind?”
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.
// (In-person roleplay with @top-class-collector )
The distant sound of motorcycles approached the Academy.
The building in the distance was rather innocuous, but Jace could tell. This street wasn't lived in, it was practically just a set for the stupid play he had been dreaming of shutting down.
"You all remember our main rule?" Beau asked the group.
"Don't hurt the birdmon kid!" A few grunts chirped back.
"Hey, you guys listened for once! How nice~!" Beau smiled at Jace, who was much more serious than xem. They were all too slow to stop the surgery, and clearly that was weighing on him. Best for xem to keep some levity up, though.
"Let's teach old man Poke-hoarder a lesson, then. Jake, how about you and Tyranny wake up our guests, huh?"
Jakey, a grunt with long messy hair and a tooth necklace, stepped forward, taking an Ultra Ball out of his pocket.
The Academy was nearly shaken by the roar of a Tyranitaur, their first and only warning before the Riders surged towards the building, hooting and howling like wild Lycanrocs.
RP starter
(Info post)
It's cold in Driftveil City; snow dusts the grass and falls lightly through the air as you make your way to the former Plasma safehouse. It's a dramatic old building with an arched entryway and a tower.
An unfamiliar redheaded woman (perhaps one of Anthea and Concordia's IRL friends) opens the door for you. With a bright smile and a cheerful greeting, she ushers you inside and shows you where to hang your coat.
You enter into a large front room decorated with tinsel and fake candles. Tables are set up with craft supplies, and a Chrismas tree glows brightly in one corner of the room. Several humans and Pokémon are milling about already, filling the room with cheerful chatter. An old herdier wags her tail at you from a dog bed in the corner.
To the left is an equally large dining room where the various refreshments promised by the invitation can be found--hot drinks, soup, and various baked goods, as well as space for guests to place any of their own dishes. (And is that a bowl of...plain canned tuna?) To the right is a study where more tables have been set up with various board games and card games. There's also a staircase leading downward, but it's blocked off with a rope and a sign reading "Residents Only." A Unovan zorua sits and observes the room from the top step of the stairs.
Dinner Date!
//Closed RP thread with @battle-subway-ghost Kura sat at the table, marching his fingers against the table impatiently. He looked to be alone, if not for a tuft of white fur from his ninetales peeking over the table, resting it's head on the unclasped cloak of Kura's. Blaring lights, loud chattering, the clashing of forks and spoons. It was beyond irritating. He closed his eyes, in attempts to ignore the world around him, if only for now. Somehow what managed to be more annoying was how late Paris was.
closed starter for @j0nathand0e
Allister sat criss-cross on the bench inside the Stow-On-Side Pokemon Center, with Bea standing off to the side. As Johnny appeared through the Union Circle, Allister waved timidly.
Bea looked around, confused. “Allister said you were bringing someone else too? Specter, I think?”
Allister laughed. “He’s here.” He pointed at what, to Bea, was an empty space.
