Music's Pokémon Adventure

"Hey! The name's Music. This'll follow me as I travel. Headed through Johto right now!" (Pokémon OC blog - avatar picture by wishfullotus)

[fairytalelibrarian]

Amelie had been staring at the same page for what felt like hours.  She wanted to read her book after her excursion to Café Introversion, but even two days later her mind kept wandering back to her newly-made friend, Erica.  Ever since she got back to the library that day, she couldn’t get the blonde girl out of her head, and she’d been distracted ever since.  She couldn’t even escape to her favorite pastime of reading because she kept getting lost in her thoughts, and she’d find herself reading over the same paragraph over and over, like a broken record player.  

“I never thought I’d find myself wishing for the Ghost Boy to come back to the library for a day,” she muttered to herself, using the nickname she’d given to Morgan not long after meeting him (without his knowledge, of course - Arceus forbid he take that as a cheeky term of endearment if she called him that in front of him).  At least he might be distracting enough for her to get her head on straight so she could focus again.

She vainly tried to read through the passage one more time, but thoughts of beautiful blonde hair and a perky personality plagued her thoughts again, and she soon gave up, marking her place in her book and closing it with an audible huff.  She was torn between being irritated that she couldn’t focus on reading, and a strange fluttery feeling at the thought of seeing Erica again…

Amelie shook her head to clear it.  Perhaps she could focus on something more productive. 

“Did I remember to sort the books in that one Fiction section…?”

[unluckyvoice]

How does the mun relieve stress?

((Oooh, this one’s surprising. :o  I mostly relieve stress by playing games or talking to loved ones, to be honest. Either that or learning about something new.  Learning can be fun! :3 ))

[scotchymemes]

For munday, you’re allowed to ask me anything you want.

…and as many things you want.

[unluckyvoice]

scarlett-chrome​:

Worried Words

[txt: Music 💕] Maybe in about two hours?

[txt: Music 💕] I promised someone I would go with them to the courtyard for movie night, but I should be free after that

[txt: Music 💕] It didn’t seem like they wanted anything afterwards~

[txt: Meri] Two hours sounds good

[txt: Meri] No rush, go have fun with the movie, love 

[txt: Meri] I love you  💙

[unluckyvoice]

scarlett-chrome​:

Worried Words

[txt: Music💕] You be safe too, okay?

[txt: Music 💕] I love you so very much!

[txt: Music 💕] If you want, you can video call me later?

[txt: Meri] I love you tons too, Meri  💙

[txt: Meri] I would love that honestly

[txt: Meri] When are you next free?  I’d love to talk to you and hear your voice, love

[unluckyvoice]

@ - for Meri over at scarlett-chrome!

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[txt] Meri please text me as soon as you can I need to know you’re okay I love you

[unluckyvoice]

scarlett-chrome‌:

Huh?

[txt: Music 💕] Of course I’m okay. I’m just having dinner before I go tend to some new guests.

[txt: Music 💕] What’s wrong, baby?

Phew.

[txt: Meri] Oh thank goodness

[txt: Meri] Some stuff happened over here - bad stuff - and I wanted to make sure you’re okay, that’s all

[txt: Meri] I’m glad you’re safe, love

[unluckyvoice]

@ - for Meri over at scarlett-chrome!

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[txt] Meri please text me as soon as you can I need to know you’re okay I love you

[unluckyvoice]

"$"

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt] asdf$Adf&*%jakdfs?

[Alongside the garbled-looking text, there’s a picture of a rather perplexed looking Ampharos.]

[bluedragonoforre]

[txt] jirdgioerjd39024ir0eo@)#_)R_Ep[lp[e

[unluckyvoice]

[txt] oh mY GOD I’M SO SORRY I FORGOT RAMUH’S ELECTRICITY MESSES WITH ELECTRONICS--

[txt] Oh hi there Haetae!

[unluckyvoice]

"$"

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt] asdf$Adf&*%jakdfs?

[Alongside the garbled-looking text, there’s a picture of a rather perplexed looking Ampharos.]

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[unluckyvoice]

‘This elevator is way too slow,’ Celebi echoed in Music’s head as they rode the elevator up to the top of the Radio Tower.  Music wasn’t paying attention - he was too busy mulling over everything he’d just found out from the fake Director.

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“What do you mean, it’s all a ruse?” Music asked, brows knit in confusion.

“The fight outside, the takeover...it’s just as fake as I am,” said the “Director”, now known as Julius and whose disguise had since been abandoned, revealing the same kind of outfit underneath that most of the Houndooms wore.

‘HA!  Called it!’

“The takeover of the Radio Tower was fake - it was meant to get the public scared,” said the “Director”.  “The fight outside is just to keep up appearances - keep everyone believing that the Houndooms are the real problem.”

“...The Houndooms aren’t smart enough collectively to do this on their own,” Music muttered before addressing Julius again.  “Who organized this, really?”

“...I can’t tell you that.”

“I swear - “

“No, seriously, I can’t!” said Julius, and for the first time since Music saw him there was a look of genuine fear, not distorted by the act he was putting on as the fake Director, and it shocked him.  “If I name names, they’ll go after my family.  I’ve got a husband and a kid back home!”

“.....” Damnit.  It was hard to argue with that.

“B-But I can tell you where they are now!”  

That got Music’s attention.  “Alright, get to talking.  Where can I find the boss of this operation?”

“They’re at the top of the tower,” said Julius, pointing upward for emphasis.  “They wanted to see the battle at the gates for themselves.”

All he needed to hear.  “Ramuh, Karkinos, let’s go,” he said as he turned away and made for the door.  Right as his hand was on the doorknob, he stopped.

“...The fighting’s going to die down soon.  When there’s a lull, get out of here, go find your family.  They’ll want to know you’re okay.”

He didn’t wait for a response before leaving.

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‘Why’d you let that guy go, anyways?  You know he might just alert the other goons that the jig is up, right?’

Maybe, thought Music, as the elevator slowed.  Guess I’m just easily swayed when someone’s doing something for someone they love.

‘...You’re real sappy, you know that?’

Music snorted. Love you too, buddy.

‘Anyways, there’s something more important than how damn sentimental you are,’ Celebi said.  Music nodded.

Yeah...if the Houndooms aren’t behind this after all, then who is?

[unluckyvoice]

This didn’t make any sense.  He had expected the Houndoom presence inside the building to be sparse, but even upstairs there was next to no guard presence.  Or even worker presence…not even Mary from Professor Oak’s show was there.  It’s like the Houndooms never really expected anybody to get past the guards outside, but why?

‘Maybe the guard presence outside was for show?’ suggested Celebi from within Music’s head.  ‘These guys do seem to be all about smoke and mirrors.’

Maybe, but they don’t seem smart enough for that… Music thought in reply.

‘And yet they seem smart enough to stage a hostile takeover of one of the most well-known and influential buildings in all of Johto?’

….Fair point.

A loud crash from outside brought Music back outside his own head.  That attack sounded like a Sonicboom….they probably brought an Electrode or something.  That didn’t bode well if the battle went on for too long…

Checking on Ramuh and Karkinos - his Ampharos and Kingler - he saw that even the Pincer Pokemon looked worried.  They needed to find the Director, and fast.

Keep reading

[unluckyvoice]

This didn’t make any sense.  He had expected the Houndoom presence inside the building to be sparse, but even upstairs there was next to no guard presence.  Or even worker presence...not even Mary from Professor Oak’s show was there.  It’s like the Houndooms never really expected anybody to get past the guards outside, but why?

‘Maybe the guard presence outside was for show?’ suggested Celebi from within Music’s head.  ‘These guys do seem to be all about smoke and mirrors.’

Maybe, but they don’t seem smart enough for that... Music thought in reply.

‘And yet they seem smart enough to stage a hostile takeover of one of the most well-known and influential buildings in all of Johto?’

....Fair point.

A loud crash from outside brought Music back outside his own head.  That attack sounded like a Sonicboom....they probably brought an Electrode or something.  That didn’t bode well if the battle went on for too long...

Checking on Ramuh and Karkinos - his Ampharos and Kingler - he saw that even the Pincer Pokemon looked worried.  They needed to find the Director, and fast.

Some more searching led Music to the Director’s office on the third floor.  Still no guard presence...that sense of uneasiness only seemed to get worse.  The sooner he got the Director out of the building, the sooner he could figure this out.

Using the keycard he picked up off of someone’s desk (’Rather irresponsible of them to just leave this out in the open, no?’), he opened the door to find a rather distracted Director, who jumped when the door opened.

“O-Oh, thank Arceus you’re here!” said the Director, a hand going to his chest in relief.  “How did you get past the guards?”

“Wasn’t too hard, really - the inside of the building barely had anyone in it and the ones outside are busy with the response force,” said Music matter-of-factly.

“W-Well then what are we waiting for?!  Let’s get out of here-”

“Before we go,” Music said, cutting across the Director’s sentence, “I have a couple questions for you.”  He figured they had time, but he turrned to look out the door just in case he’d missed some goons.

“F-Fine, but make them quick-” The Director started to say, but was once again interrupted by a cry from Ramuh, followed by a buzz, a yelp, and a clatter of metal.  Music whirled around to see Ramuh looking angry and the Director holding his hand, and at his feet was the glint of...a knife?

‘Oh that can’t be good.’

“Er....Y-Your Pokemon attacked me!  Don’t you have control over this thing?” the Director tried lamely.  Music narrowed his eyes at the “Director”, right at the same time as Karkinos snipping the fasteners of the fake Director’s pants with a crablike snicker. 

Music snorted.  “Nice work, Karkinos,” he said before turning back to what he was certain now was not the Director of the Radio Tower.  Leave it to Karkinos to be crafty.  “That’ll keep you from going anywhere in a hurry, Houndoom.”

“W-What are you-?”

“You can drop the act now,” Music interrupted again, rolling his eyes.  “Now, about those questions...”

[unluckyvoice]

materialistichedonism‌:

There was no answer. What luck that one Lily Hart happened to be in the region looking for inspiration for her next clothing line. In a few minutes, a Volcarona came swooping down over the tops of the trees, fluttering slowly down towards the young man. Atop the Pokemon sat a regal looking woman, with short red hair and a shawl draped across her.

“You there, are you the one with the shocked hands?”

....Well.  This is not how he was expecting his day to go.   He certainly wasn’t expecting a woman on Volcarona-back to burst through the forest canopy looking for him.  

“Uh...y-yeah, I am,” he said hesitantly, as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough thanks to the way his hands were visibly trembling and that there was a rather ashamed-looking Ampharos standing a decent distance away.  “I’m guessing you’re the lady I was talking to on the ‘dash?”

[unluckyvoice]

materialistichedonism‌:

“Oh good gracious, where are you, kid? I’ll just come get you myself.”

"Oh, I’m in Ilex Forest, I needed to take care of something at the shri-”

........

“Sorry, you’re what?”

[unluckyvoice]

materialistichedonism‌:

“I’ll be honest, you need to go to the hospital and make sure there isn’t any deeper, more permanent damage.”

“You’re probably right...I’m not exactly near a town right now though.  Maybe I could try my chances at getting a hold of Garuda’s Pokeball...?”  He’d have to struggle with not dropping it first, and he was having a time of it just keeping a hold of his Holo-Caster...

[unluckyvoice]

apricornball‌:

“I can point you in the direction of a good voice-to-text software. Temporary hand paralysis might not be the intended use, but as long as you can still talk it’ll work the same.”

Music was almost certain that the intended use of such software was not, in fact, temporary nerve issues caused by Ramuh’s anxiety, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“That would be fantastic, honestly, it’s taking me like...Fifteen minutes just to type out one message to someone and it’s kind of infuriating.”