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@Mercenary Lord, Honestly, right now they're sitting in Spectrum's basement apartment. That's safe enough, but unless everyone's willing to sleep where they stand, there's not enough room. This is a regrouping. Phantom is welcome to appear and offer his team's hideaway. Though I'd like to get posts from everybody before we get onto the next RPG plot point.
Phantom's still near the Alkahest, right? Willing to collab a post about how they reacted?
Phantom's still near the Alkahest, right? Willing to collab a post about how they reacted?
@Old Amsterdam Sorry, what? About whether Alex caught Phantom in her portals? I'd say no, since I'm impressed Alex got everyone else who was physically there out in her state. Picking up on someone intangible and invisible is difficult for the Alkahest, let alone Alex when she's sick.
@Alias Yeah, sure. Let's see what you can come up with.
Ladies, gentlemen, epics and freaks, we're back in business! Traveler's opened a portal for you into Spectrum's basement apartment. It's untidy, a little girly, and maybe a little dusty. So feel free to add embarrassing details up to the level of "frilly bra on the couch".
Alex wasn't doing so hot. Too many lights and smells and tastes and everything boiling over into each other. She didn't even realize anyone needed her. What was going on?Looking-Glass clicked her tongue. All these honeyed words pouring out of the man's mouth and it all boiled down to "I'm powerful, therefore I am right"; she'd no idea whether the man, this Chrysopoeic, actually believed in half of what he was saying, that he was saving them from the High, or that he was some sort of God-King, but it didn't matter. Having him replace the High was simply a matter of one tyrant dethroning another.
And even if she disliked tyrants, better the one she knew that the one she didn't. The High were by no means perfect leaders - it was in fact, a stretch to even call them that. They were a constant presence, and an undeniable force, but they did not lead. They were ineffective and hands-off, rarely taking action despite they're overwhelming power, and while some would have cursed them for that, Charlotte had spent long hours thinking about their role in the world, in solitude.
She came to the conclusion that their lack of interference might have been for the best. For humans, power in their hands often went all too easily to their heads, and the god-like powers of the High made them no different - in the end, they were still human; getting too involved with the people, bearing their presence on them all the time like the old deities of Greek myth, would blur the line between divine and human. And it's well known that when a human forgets that they are anything but, is when the true atrocities begin.
Looking-Glass was face-to-face with one such being right now, and she found that she didn't like it.
She nodded at Dragon's request, and moved quickly. Whatever her feelings on the matter where, Chrysopoeic still had them in the palm of his hand. That power of his was comparable to a High, which meant that they had no chance at winning this confrontation. The only way out then was to escape and recuperate. With Cheshire's help, locating Traveler wasn't difficult. Upon reaching her however, she found her condition less than ideal. The woman was collapsed in a heap, and if her glazed expression was anything to go by, probably seeing stars. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Charlotte gently shook her.
"Traveler, we need to get out of here." Getting to the point, she chose to forgo pleasantries for the moment. Dragon's distraction wouldn't last long.
Alex looked up at the armored girl. What...? She shook her head, which promptly caused her to projectile vomit forward. Coughing, she wiped the bile from her mouth, feeling more alive. "What?" She asked in confusion.
Under her helmet, Charlotte grimaced as some bile landed unceremoniously on White Knight, who promptly complained aloud. Looking-Glass paid him no mind, focusing on the task at hand. "Powerful Epic, might be High-level. Need to get out, now."
Alex looked up at Charlotte blankly, gingerly she moved to a standing position, wobbly. Holding up a hand, Alex motioned towards her head, lifting her shoulders slightly. "I don't know what you want," she groaned.
She was really out of it. This wasn't good. Pointing at Dragon, Looking-Glass hissed. "We need to teleport out of here."
Alex shook her head slowly. "What do you want? I don't have hearing..." She hissed. Frustrated, she pressed her head against the armor, and that was when she saw everything. She froze, eyes narrowing as she looked past Charlotte. "He's here!" she hissed.
Looking-Glass's eyes widened in realization. "She's deaf!" Of all the times for critical information to slip her mind, it had to be now?! The moment Spectrum had issued her warning, Looking-Glass scooped her up, and hightailed it to the nearest building. Her helmet slid off as she did so, resting against her neck like a metal hoodie. Damn it, she didn't have writing material on her, and she had no idea how to do sign language. Hopefully she could read lips. "Need. Teleport. Everyone. Danger," she mouthed as cleanly as possible.
Alex began to protest weakly at being moved, her eyes still locked onto Rend. Seeing the young girl's face, she latched onto what she was saying. "Well, shit..." She muttered. "Hold on!" She said in a falsely cheery voice, dropping both of them through portals and back behind Dragon fairly out of sight. "How do I let him know we're ready?" She thought aloud. One chance. Looking at some rubble behind the villains, Alex took a few moments while the big guy was talking and swapped a smaller brightly colored sign with the rubble. Hopefully he'd see it and know what it meant.
Indeed. Dragon's eyes flicked to the left, where the sign had appeared. "I'm plenty reasonable, Chris. Like I said, me and mine get on and we don't bother nobody." Where had he picked up that drawl from? He hadn't gotten any Westerns lately. He put his hand behind his back, hopefully where Traveler could see it, and held up three fingers. Slowly folding them to count down, he continued with his spiel, putting the other hand behind his back just for show. "Now you say the High do something wrong," Three. "But I don't see anything like that. They stay out of everyone's business more often than not." Two. "In fact, most I've seen out of the High has been when people are in trouble; High Island put my apartment back together not so long ago without a word of complaint." One.
"So, basically, what I'm saying is..." He felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, and he had just enough time to say, "Fuck you, Chris" before he ended up on his ass in a dark room. "I don't normally get to literally flip off supervillains, but damn if it isn't cathartic," He said to nobody in particular, while his eyes adjusted to the suddenly very crowded basement. He'd never been here before, though looking up at the rather shabby couch, he recognised a bra lying half-tossed over it. Hadn't he...
Spectrum, glowing an angry shade of bright red with one arm over her breasts, grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet, letting him see a little more of the untidy space the entire group now found themselves in. "Alex!" Spectrum shouted. "Bedroom! Now! Charlotte, stay here!" With the remarkable strength that comes with determination, she dragged him over to the only door in the room, kicked it open and yanked him inside. When Traveler appeared, Spectrum slammed the door, leaning against it withe her full weight as she sighed in frustration. "Why my place?!"
And even if she disliked tyrants, better the one she knew that the one she didn't. The High were by no means perfect leaders - it was in fact, a stretch to even call them that. They were a constant presence, and an undeniable force, but they did not lead. They were ineffective and hands-off, rarely taking action despite they're overwhelming power, and while some would have cursed them for that, Charlotte had spent long hours thinking about their role in the world, in solitude.
She came to the conclusion that their lack of interference might have been for the best. For humans, power in their hands often went all too easily to their heads, and the god-like powers of the High made them no different - in the end, they were still human; getting too involved with the people, bearing their presence on them all the time like the old deities of Greek myth, would blur the line between divine and human. And it's well known that when a human forgets that they are anything but, is when the true atrocities begin.
Looking-Glass was face-to-face with one such being right now, and she found that she didn't like it.
She nodded at Dragon's request, and moved quickly. Whatever her feelings on the matter where, Chrysopoeic still had them in the palm of his hand. That power of his was comparable to a High, which meant that they had no chance at winning this confrontation. The only way out then was to escape and recuperate. With Cheshire's help, locating Traveler wasn't difficult. Upon reaching her however, she found her condition less than ideal. The woman was collapsed in a heap, and if her glazed expression was anything to go by, probably seeing stars. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Charlotte gently shook her.
"Traveler, we need to get out of here." Getting to the point, she chose to forgo pleasantries for the moment. Dragon's distraction wouldn't last long.
Alex looked up at the armored girl. What...? She shook her head, which promptly caused her to projectile vomit forward. Coughing, she wiped the bile from her mouth, feeling more alive. "What?" She asked in confusion.
Under her helmet, Charlotte grimaced as some bile landed unceremoniously on White Knight, who promptly complained aloud. Looking-Glass paid him no mind, focusing on the task at hand. "Powerful Epic, might be High-level. Need to get out, now."
Alex looked up at Charlotte blankly, gingerly she moved to a standing position, wobbly. Holding up a hand, Alex motioned towards her head, lifting her shoulders slightly. "I don't know what you want," she groaned.
She was really out of it. This wasn't good. Pointing at Dragon, Looking-Glass hissed. "We need to teleport out of here."
Alex shook her head slowly. "What do you want? I don't have hearing..." She hissed. Frustrated, she pressed her head against the armor, and that was when she saw everything. She froze, eyes narrowing as she looked past Charlotte. "He's here!" she hissed.
Looking-Glass's eyes widened in realization. "She's deaf!" Of all the times for critical information to slip her mind, it had to be now?! The moment Spectrum had issued her warning, Looking-Glass scooped her up, and hightailed it to the nearest building. Her helmet slid off as she did so, resting against her neck like a metal hoodie. Damn it, she didn't have writing material on her, and she had no idea how to do sign language. Hopefully she could read lips. "Need. Teleport. Everyone. Danger," she mouthed as cleanly as possible.
Alex began to protest weakly at being moved, her eyes still locked onto Rend. Seeing the young girl's face, she latched onto what she was saying. "Well, shit..." She muttered. "Hold on!" She said in a falsely cheery voice, dropping both of them through portals and back behind Dragon fairly out of sight. "How do I let him know we're ready?" She thought aloud. One chance. Looking at some rubble behind the villains, Alex took a few moments while the big guy was talking and swapped a smaller brightly colored sign with the rubble. Hopefully he'd see it and know what it meant.
Indeed. Dragon's eyes flicked to the left, where the sign had appeared. "I'm plenty reasonable, Chris. Like I said, me and mine get on and we don't bother nobody." Where had he picked up that drawl from? He hadn't gotten any Westerns lately. He put his hand behind his back, hopefully where Traveler could see it, and held up three fingers. Slowly folding them to count down, he continued with his spiel, putting the other hand behind his back just for show. "Now you say the High do something wrong," Three. "But I don't see anything like that. They stay out of everyone's business more often than not." Two. "In fact, most I've seen out of the High has been when people are in trouble; High Island put my apartment back together not so long ago without a word of complaint." One.
"So, basically, what I'm saying is..." He felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, and he had just enough time to say, "Fuck you, Chris" before he ended up on his ass in a dark room. "I don't normally get to literally flip off supervillains, but damn if it isn't cathartic," He said to nobody in particular, while his eyes adjusted to the suddenly very crowded basement. He'd never been here before, though looking up at the rather shabby couch, he recognised a bra lying half-tossed over it. Hadn't he...
Spectrum, glowing an angry shade of bright red with one arm over her breasts, grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet, letting him see a little more of the untidy space the entire group now found themselves in. "Alex!" Spectrum shouted. "Bedroom! Now! Charlotte, stay here!" With the remarkable strength that comes with determination, she dragged him over to the only door in the room, kicked it open and yanked him inside. When Traveler appeared, Spectrum slammed the door, leaning against it withe her full weight as she sighed in frustration. "Why my place?!"
I think Zeke is going to hear the bell and use it as an excuse to escape into homeroom.
Nope. I know what we're waiting for and I'm following up.
@Zelosse Who's the homeroom teacher?
"Oh. My. G- aaah!" Asuna's head dropped back against the headrest, and she slammed her fist against the seat next to her. After a moment, she looked over at Keoni, who had a suppressed smile on his face. "You swear you never..." He shook his head, rolling a marble around and cuing a cry from Asuna as she slapped his hand away. "No. No way are we playing this game anymore. You cheat." She picked all the marbles off the board, putting it and the marble bag back into the compartment under her seat. The rocky landscape of Mount Chimney and its range had given way to the open grassland of Rustboro's surrounds, though the buildings were becoming thicker on the ground than actual grass. Soon, they reached the station and the shinkansen came to a halt.
Unlike the airport, the station was a pokemon-free zone. It wasn't until the couple entered Rustboro proper that Keoni could let Sirocco out to stretch his wings. Admittedly, it wasn't a long ride, but still. The flygon immediately took off, and Keoni watched him go, until Asuna put an arm around his waist and pressed herself against him. "I swear by all four Tapu I've never played checkers before," he told her, but she put a hand over his mouth and gave him that look. He contented himself with putting an arm around her shoulders. "So where-" He stopped and looked up as he heard a skarmory call above him. "Where to?" He asked Asuna, looking with some distaste at the factories along the western edge of town.
She nudged him in the opposite direction. "We're off to the Pokemon Center. You have your Trainer Card on you, right?" He nodded. "We're getting a room there for the next couple of days. If anyone asks, we're foreign trainers on a journey through Hoenn before we settle down and-" Asuna went pink across the cheeks a little, and he smiled when he figured out why. "And that's why we might be in places we're not supposed to, alright?"
Whistling to call Sirocco back, Keoni agreed. "I can see why you're calling me foreign, but you have a local accent."
"Do I?" Asuna remarked, bumping his hip with hers.
"You d-" He frowned. It took him a few seconds, but he replied, "Did you just say that with an Unovan accent?"
Asuna smiled and fluttered her eyelashes like a Nimbasa City model, adding a little more sway to her walk which Keoni immediately noticed. "You didn't wonder why I spent so much time in the bathroom today?" She asked, flipping her straightened hair over one shoulder. Without its length being bound up in curls and frizz, it fell just far enough past her shoulders that a man's, specifically his, eyes were drawn down to her off-the-shoulder sundress.
"I have two older sisters," Keoni shrugged, looking up before he could be accused of lingering. "Women take a lot of time in the bathroom, it's kinda a fact." He found himself looking around a little more, spotting other young men out of the pedestrians and meeting their eyes just long enough to warn them off, not long enough to challenge them to a battle. Sirocco thumped along behind them, taking his cue from his trainer and looking intimidating. "Wait, if we're both trainers, don't you need a pokemon?"
The doors of the trainer's hostel slid open in front of them with that particular liquid-glass shing that all hostels had from Dewford to Snowpoint. Asuna dropped her voice into a sultry tone that promised interesting things even if the subject was incredibly innocuous. "That's already arranged, my dear Keoni. Now act like you're head over heels for me,"
"Already am," he interrupted, earning a glare softened by a flattered smile.
Asuna bumped him with her hip. "I meant, less like you're looking forward to seeing this dress fall off and more like you're going to kiss me silly."
"Can't I do both?" Keoni asked, and she rolled her eyes at him. As they entered the queue for the nurses' desk, he swept her into his arms and kissed her slowly, taking enough time that the person behind them coughed when the queue moved forward. In time, they ended up at the desk in turn. "HI, I'm Keoni Mahiki," He fished out his trainer card and placed it flat on the counter. "I've got two pokemon and a gorgeous fiancee to declare. Can we also get a room?"
The receptionist bowed, checking his card. "Planning on visiting our local gyms?" He nodded and replied with meaningless small talk. "And your card, miss?"
Asuna blushed deeply enough that Keoni was sure she was acting. "Oh, um, I think it's still in our luggage." Untangling her arm from Keoni's, she leaned over the counter and dropped her voice. "You can check for Julia Smith, I think I'm there."
The nurse nodded. Typing quickly at the computer, Keoni was surprised to see a picture of Asuna - sorry, "Julia" - appear with full trainer registration. Clearly this wasn't some spur-of-the-moment disguise. She had a real alter ego and everything. "Yes, here we are. Your pokemon were dropped off by courier for treatment. Let me go fetch them." As Asuna stepped back and entangled her finders with his, Keoni raised an eyebrow. She pouted and trailed a finger over his chin, pulling him down for a kiss of her own. "Excuse me," the receptionist returned with three pokeballs; two regular and one premier. "I have your pokemon, Miss Smith." Asuna took them from the woman and placed them on her handbag. "And your keys, for one of our double rooms upstairs."
"Thank you," Keoni took those, and walked with her up the escalator. Sirocco went back into his pokeball for now, with a minor sound of complaint.
Asuna rested her head on his as they walked through the corridor. "Stop staring at me."
"I'm not!" Keoni objected, then looked down directly into her cleavage as she pressed herself against him. "Well, I wasn't." Asuna giggled, unlike her normal laugh, but still cute in its own way. "You're playing the Nimbasa Shockgirl stereotype pretty hard, you know," he said, opening the door to their room. "Not that I'm complaining."
Asuna took a few steps into the room. It was fairly basic, even spartan, with a double bed to their left, pokemon bedding and a door to a bathroom on their right, and a closet that might hold maybe two days' worth of clothes. The window directly in front of the door had its curtains drawn, though enough daylight seeped through that the room was lit. "Well, that's my job," She deposited her handbag on a bedside table and turned around to face him as he closed the door. Kicking off her shoes, she reached behind herself and shook her shoulders. "But for now, I'm off the clock." Her dress neatly puddled on the floor and she stepped forward to grab his belt. "So keep staring."
Unlike the airport, the station was a pokemon-free zone. It wasn't until the couple entered Rustboro proper that Keoni could let Sirocco out to stretch his wings. Admittedly, it wasn't a long ride, but still. The flygon immediately took off, and Keoni watched him go, until Asuna put an arm around his waist and pressed herself against him. "I swear by all four Tapu I've never played checkers before," he told her, but she put a hand over his mouth and gave him that look. He contented himself with putting an arm around her shoulders. "So where-" He stopped and looked up as he heard a skarmory call above him. "Where to?" He asked Asuna, looking with some distaste at the factories along the western edge of town.
She nudged him in the opposite direction. "We're off to the Pokemon Center. You have your Trainer Card on you, right?" He nodded. "We're getting a room there for the next couple of days. If anyone asks, we're foreign trainers on a journey through Hoenn before we settle down and-" Asuna went pink across the cheeks a little, and he smiled when he figured out why. "And that's why we might be in places we're not supposed to, alright?"
Whistling to call Sirocco back, Keoni agreed. "I can see why you're calling me foreign, but you have a local accent."
"Do I?" Asuna remarked, bumping his hip with hers.
"You d-" He frowned. It took him a few seconds, but he replied, "Did you just say that with an Unovan accent?"
Asuna smiled and fluttered her eyelashes like a Nimbasa City model, adding a little more sway to her walk which Keoni immediately noticed. "You didn't wonder why I spent so much time in the bathroom today?" She asked, flipping her straightened hair over one shoulder. Without its length being bound up in curls and frizz, it fell just far enough past her shoulders that a man's, specifically his, eyes were drawn down to her off-the-shoulder sundress.
"I have two older sisters," Keoni shrugged, looking up before he could be accused of lingering. "Women take a lot of time in the bathroom, it's kinda a fact." He found himself looking around a little more, spotting other young men out of the pedestrians and meeting their eyes just long enough to warn them off, not long enough to challenge them to a battle. Sirocco thumped along behind them, taking his cue from his trainer and looking intimidating. "Wait, if we're both trainers, don't you need a pokemon?"
The doors of the trainer's hostel slid open in front of them with that particular liquid-glass shing that all hostels had from Dewford to Snowpoint. Asuna dropped her voice into a sultry tone that promised interesting things even if the subject was incredibly innocuous. "That's already arranged, my dear Keoni. Now act like you're head over heels for me,"
"Already am," he interrupted, earning a glare softened by a flattered smile.
Asuna bumped him with her hip. "I meant, less like you're looking forward to seeing this dress fall off and more like you're going to kiss me silly."
"Can't I do both?" Keoni asked, and she rolled her eyes at him. As they entered the queue for the nurses' desk, he swept her into his arms and kissed her slowly, taking enough time that the person behind them coughed when the queue moved forward. In time, they ended up at the desk in turn. "HI, I'm Keoni Mahiki," He fished out his trainer card and placed it flat on the counter. "I've got two pokemon and a gorgeous fiancee to declare. Can we also get a room?"
The receptionist bowed, checking his card. "Planning on visiting our local gyms?" He nodded and replied with meaningless small talk. "And your card, miss?"
Asuna blushed deeply enough that Keoni was sure she was acting. "Oh, um, I think it's still in our luggage." Untangling her arm from Keoni's, she leaned over the counter and dropped her voice. "You can check for Julia Smith, I think I'm there."
The nurse nodded. Typing quickly at the computer, Keoni was surprised to see a picture of Asuna - sorry, "Julia" - appear with full trainer registration. Clearly this wasn't some spur-of-the-moment disguise. She had a real alter ego and everything. "Yes, here we are. Your pokemon were dropped off by courier for treatment. Let me go fetch them." As Asuna stepped back and entangled her finders with his, Keoni raised an eyebrow. She pouted and trailed a finger over his chin, pulling him down for a kiss of her own. "Excuse me," the receptionist returned with three pokeballs; two regular and one premier. "I have your pokemon, Miss Smith." Asuna took them from the woman and placed them on her handbag. "And your keys, for one of our double rooms upstairs."
"Thank you," Keoni took those, and walked with her up the escalator. Sirocco went back into his pokeball for now, with a minor sound of complaint.
Asuna rested her head on his as they walked through the corridor. "Stop staring at me."
"I'm not!" Keoni objected, then looked down directly into her cleavage as she pressed herself against him. "Well, I wasn't." Asuna giggled, unlike her normal laugh, but still cute in its own way. "You're playing the Nimbasa Shockgirl stereotype pretty hard, you know," he said, opening the door to their room. "Not that I'm complaining."
Asuna took a few steps into the room. It was fairly basic, even spartan, with a double bed to their left, pokemon bedding and a door to a bathroom on their right, and a closet that might hold maybe two days' worth of clothes. The window directly in front of the door had its curtains drawn, though enough daylight seeped through that the room was lit. "Well, that's my job," She deposited her handbag on a bedside table and turned around to face him as he closed the door. Kicking off her shoes, she reached behind herself and shook her shoulders. "But for now, I'm off the clock." Her dress neatly puddled on the floor and she stepped forward to grab his belt. "So keep staring."
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