attack on voltron reunion house: extra special dlc edition

[sunspotted]

Who: Marco, Jean, Bertolt + the residents of Attack on Voltron island house.

Where: Attack on Voltron Island

When: 10/20/18.

Summary: The (dead) boys are back in town.

Rating: PG-13 for talk of death and language.

Log:



[ it should surprise very little of the people on the island when the familiar sound of stomping arrives, and that, soon after following that, carefully navigated through most of the trees on the island, Fiddleford's CoffeeS and Banjo's traincar comes crashing through in front of the house, before settling down with a fwump.

the first thing to emerge is a vulpix, emitting a loud bark before she darts out of the traincar like her very icy tail is on fire. the next thing is marco bott, and he steps down as well, clearly happy to get out of the locomotive(?).

he raises his hand to cover his eyes, as viola the vulpix darts back over to him, running around in a circle before skidding to a stop. ]

Oh, wow.

[ he says it to his travel companions who are emerging, but it could easily be heard by someone investigating the noise. ]

You didn't tell me the trees looked this weird!

[ sometime later ]

[ if your character wasn't there or didn't come out for the crashing and stomping about, marco has taken up residence out in the front yard, a sentret and a pumpkaboo both in front of him. he seems to be trying to train them against each other, but letting them break frequently to explore.

when he sees someone, he immediately waves - and if he doesn't know you, he'll introduce himself. ]

Hello, I'm Marco. I'm one of Jean, Bertolt, Armin, Annie, and Sasha's friends.

[ ooc: please feel free to use this as a general post for shenanigans with jean and bertolt too! ]

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[bertall]

<sub>[You know what else they didn't tell Marco?

That Bertolt gets seasick.

Whether it's in FCAB or on the ferry, traveling across the ocean never fails to make him invalid for nearly the entire trip even with the medication from the Pokecenters. Even this time around he spent most of it either on his bed or with his head down on one of the tables in the sit-down section of the shop. He was pretty miserable, really.

After they make landfall and Marco steps out, Bertolt slowly wobbles out behind him and makes a grab for his shoulder to steady himself as a soft, pitiful groan slips out. Marco. Marco, this is one of the reasons he hates these sort of trips.]</sub>

W-We did try to say the pictures didn't do them justice.

👀

[sunspotted]

[ look - marco spent time fussing over bertolt, worried about him. marco himself had been a little queasy either because of that, or because of the water - which is probably why he tossed himself out into fresh air as soon as possible.

still, he turns to look up at bertolt, giving him a sympathetic look. ]

You did, but still - wow.

[ he glances back up. ]

You feeling better with land under your feet?

yes good

[bertall]

There's supposed to be another island that's...

_{[He takes another uneasy step and slowly nods, then shakes his head. Oceans suck, Marco.]}

I-I think I just need a minute, but uh... It's supposed to have a lot of trees like this on it. There's also a cave that has Vulpix in it, like Viola. I've been there a few times.

_{[Bertolt squeezes his shoulder for a moment, grimacing at another wave of nausea.]}

If you're feeling up to it later, Jean and I can take you guys there if you want.

[sunspotted]

Take your time.

[ marco raises a hand to rest it on bertolt's back, rubbing just slightly. they can sit down, big guy, if they have to. ]


And, sure, I'd love to see that, if I'm feeling up for it.

[ what he really means: if bertolt is feeling up for it ]

The Arrival

[shiro2hero]

[What the heck, train car. Do you have any idea what time it is? Seriously? No, in actuality it's probably some hour in the afternoon or an actual decent time of day, but on the other hand, when you rearrange your schedule around your partner's very late night routine, this kind of feels like first thing in the morning.]

[Sorry, Marco. You're going to be greeted by a rumpled looking, dorito-shaped individual stepping out on the porch in a pair of Starmie boxers, and this terrible thing on a t-shirt. Blinking. There's a lecture in the back of his head. Something along the lines of come on Jean, don't park that here.]

[Give him a second.]

[He'll realize what's happening. In the meantime, a small pack of pokemon are trotting out to meet the new arrivals -- Umbreon, Meowth, and a Gallade.]

[sunspotted]

[ marco is fully and belatedly prepared to make jean apologize if it comes down to it. hopefully, it won't!

meanwhile, he thinks this might be shiro - jean and bertolt had described him a little bit to him - but the man looks very, very tired - like certain cadets when just woken up.

he gives a little, sheepish wave, while viola is ... already tucking herself behind his legs t the sight of the three pokemon. new people aaaaaaa. ]

Good morning?

[shiro2hero]

[Just give him a minute to wake up, Marco. He hasn't had his coffee yet. There's a slow, unfocused blink. While his Meowth gently pads forward, chirping at Viola. Hello new friend! Don't be afraid!]

[The Gallade looks between its trainer, and the train car, then just bolts off the porch. Train car means Zappy! Zappy is Blue's bestie!!]

[That, at least seems to rouse the half-asleep individual into motion.] Blue--! Watch out-! [oh god.] Hi. Sorry. Morning.

[sunspotted]

[ viola peeks her head out a little when the meowth chirps, her ears perked forward. new friend??

marco, meanwhile, makes sure he and viola aren't in the gallade's way before he gives a little laugh. how close to death was that?

he turns back to the other man. ]

You're fine- it sounds like we might have woken you up. I'm Marco Bott - one of Jean and Bertolt's friends.

[ and armin and sasha's. ]

why yes, don't mind if I do

[notvaljean]

SHIRO!

[Good luck with that lecture, buddy, because someone is leaping out of that train car and running up the beach, bright-eyed and enthusiastic and just delighted to see you. Jean takes his communicator out of his pocket and flings it to Blue--here you go, buddy, there's your friend--before bounding up the porch steps to smash into Shiro and give him a very impressive, gangly hug.]

We're home!

[shiro2hero]

[He has about half a second of waking up and realizing who's launching at him before Jean smacks into him with all the force of a skinny typhoon. To Jean's credit, he ends up stumbling a bit, before he rights himself and braces into the teen's weight.]

[Yeah.]

[Yeah it's hug time.]

Warn a guy next time...

[notvaljean]

[Did he just makes the dorito totter? Did he?]

[Hell yeah!]

Hi, Shiro.

[Yep, just going to be giving one hell of a hug, then leaning back a little to beam up at Shiro.]

Marco's here!

for Jean!

[bertall]

<sub>[The ocean never appealed to Bertolt like it did for some people.

For Bertolt, it had always seemed to be where the condemned had been sent. He believed it for years and even after becoming a Warrior, it had gone from a horror story to something that separated him from his family. He wouldn't deny that it was beautiful during early morning or later in the evening, though.

Sometimes his father would take him to the docks as the sun was setting just to watch it.

There were those issues and the more delicate one of getting seasick every time he crosses the actual thing itself. Trips between islands? He's perfectly fine on! It only seem to be the initial trips to and from the mainland that does him in. It's the worst and the ocean is a terrible thing. Not to mention the sand. It's coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere.

As the day trekked on and the sun crept closer and closer to the horizon, Bertolt found himself standing at the shoreline of the island, and after a long ten, fifteen minutes of staring out at the water, he wades into it until he's waist deep.

Normally he wouldn't, but he could've sworn he saw something shiny near the surface a ways out.




By the time someone finds him, the water around him shimmers pink as strange-looking Pokemon zip up to the surface and back down under the waves, far from Bertolt's reach. If he steps back so the water is knee-deep, they follow him, and scatter if he tries to follow them. Not in fear, though - no, whatever they are seem to be treating it as a game. He's never seen Pokemon like this before - they weren't massive, but they were flat and fairly wide for their size. They also didn't look like any ordinary fish he's seen.

Honestly? They were actually a little cute.

They didn't seem too interested in food either, which was... strange. Bertolt waded back to shore once to dig in his backpack for something small for them to nibble on, but when he went back into the water the small group seemed more interested in watching him more than anything, save for one. One brave poke-soul kept zipping close to Bertolt's legs under the water, 'nipping' at his pant leg, and zipping just out of reach whenever he tries to get a better look at it. He knows it's nothing to be worried about, but he's still curious about what it is!]</sub>

G-Guys, I don't know what you want from me.

[notvaljean]

[Jean, on the other hand, enjoys the ocean. He doesn't love it like Armin does, but he's not completely apprehensive about it either. He likes going out and splashing around when he's close to it, and he loves the beach on Sevii. It's peaceful there, and he can go out into the water and play with all his water Pokemon that don't always get a lot of his time.]

[He's spent most of his day with Fisch, letting the big Gyarados bound through the waves while he rides on his head. He's pleased to discover that his Voltorb-patterned swim trunks still fit--if a little shorter in the leg, looks like he had a bit of a growth spurt--and by the time Fisch has gotten tired of chasing Fat Ice Dog and Triton through the waves, Jean's nose and shoulders have turned a healthy shade of pink. He rides Fisch back to the shoreline, where someone is standing out in the water. As they steam closer, Jean recognizes the tall figure, and his face breaks out into a grin.]

Bertolt!

[Jean, being the absolute show-off that he is, dives off Fisch's head, and the Gyarados (with an eye-roll) moves one mighty flipper to make a wave that pushes Jean the rest of the way to shore, the two Spheals swimming merrily after him. The wave pushes Jean almost all the way to Bertolt, and he showily stands up when he's only a few feet away.]

What're you doing out in the water?

[Definitely not checking out Pokemon that you just scared away, Jean.]

[bertall]

<sub>[Bertolt has to squint with one hand over his eyes to see Jean from his position, the sun partially glaring into his eyes. There's no mistaking Fisch though, and once he recognizes that it is indeed Jean all the way up there, he offers a small wave--

And then he's jumping, the pink Pokemon are scattering in twelve different directions, and an even bigger wave comes right at him.

Maybe, just maybe, going into the water without proper swim clothes was a bad idea. Maybe he should've taken off his sweater and left it on shore or in FCAB, and maybe he should've tried to look for the pair of shorts he bought the time Mari dragged him to the beach.

Of course it's not as if Bertolt could've predicted any of this, so as the wave comes closer and slams into his torso, all he can do is bring his arms up to shield his face from the spray of water and keep himself steady. It doesn't work the way he planned though, because he still gets smacked by it and he grimaces with a weak sputter. Salt water.

When the wave subsides, he awkwardly sticks his arms out at his side and in general looks like a wet cat, but that all disappears when he looks up and really gets a good look at Jean.

Oh.]</sub>

I, uh...

_{[Focus, Bertolt. Stop gawking and focus!]}

I... saw something out here and I didn't recognize it. They, uh... They swam off when the wave came.

Inside, not long after arrival?

[tookashirototheknee]

[When they get in the house after talking to Shiro, they'll find a man in the kitchen with mussy red hair, a shirt with a pun on it, and a pair of khaki shorts that go down past his knees.

He's bending over the coffee pot, mumbling to himself, and looking a bit like a hobo.

hey dw can i get uhhh notifications

[sunspotted]

[ marco is getting acquainted with the house and said residents of the house. however, considering shiro's sleepy arrival, he doesn't find it too strange that there's a man looking a bit disheveled.

the talking, though. ]

Is everything all right?

arrival

[notvaljean]

One of those trees is a Pokemon.

[Jean is close at Marco's heels, and he points to a tree near the house.]

I'll introduce you to her later.

[Damn, they forgot to get Marco some sunglasses. Jean adds them to a mental tally he's keeping. Sunglasses, new clothes, Pokemon gear, a delicate conversation about deodorant and the luxury of having hot running water all the time... there's so much to do!]

[Before any of that can happen, there's some rustling in the bushes, and suddenly the beach is swarming with Voltorbs and Electrodes of all sizes, all rolling up to the train car.]

Ah... Marco, meet the swarm.

[sunspotted]

What? Which one?

[ hold off on later, he wants to meet this mysterious tree pokemon now! he drops his hand from his eyes, squinting against the sun for a moment before he turns at the sound of rustling.

marco has gotten the sense he's a little under prepared - and under dressed - but he's accepted that as his lot for the next while. he'll work on getting that fixed.

for now, he's looking at "the swarm" - a whole bunch of voltorbs and electrodes, like blitz. viola immediately high tails it back onto marco's shoulders by leaping onto his back, making him stagger a bit and reach up to steady her. ]

Um - wow. Are they all yours?

[notvaljean]

That one. The one shading the house.

[The one that has heard Jean's voice and turned her head, revealing three coconut faces that all brighten when she sees Jean. Colossal Treetrunk makes a chortling noise, then starts picking her way across the sand towards them. Her progress is significantly slowed by the arrival of the Voltorbs Horde.]

Uh... sort of? They don't really belong to anyone.

[A crackling noise behind them, and a speedy correction.]

Except Blitz. They're all the children of Blitz and Donner.

[That's right, pinky, and don't you forget it! Blitz rolls imperiously past them, bouncing down the stairs and directly into the horde.]

For Marco

[schachmeister]

[The one thing about FCAB is certainly that it never makes a quiet entrance. Armin already knew it was coming long before it fwump-ed its way onto the sand. And while normally, he doesn't go rushing out --he's always happy to see his friends again, but with the communicators and what not, it never feels like they are completely gone even when they are not here-- this time, he's on the porch before the coffee shop has even settled on the beach, his hands behind his back, and he is practically bobbing up on his feet.

Sorry, it's just not ever day you get to see a dead friend again!

Armin waits with building excitement as the door opens and there he is, looking exactly like Armin remembered, every bit as freckly and young as he was when he died.]

Marco!

[He's raising a hand. Hey buddy, hey.]

all for marco

[sunspotted]

[ as soon as he hears the familiar voice, he's turning his head, a bright expression on his face. ]

Armin - hello!

[ don't mind him, he's going to just jog his way up to where the other boy is, and - they're sorry about the axe smell that's following him from FCAB, armin - he wraps his arms around armin, giving him a tight hug.

he knows he's been gone for them. the least he can do is not be shy about greeting them. ]

We rode on a ferry! I finally saw what an ocean looks like!

[schachmeister]

[Armin is prepared for the axe smell. He knows it is not Marco's fault.

He is not quite as prepared for the hug, but he's only frozen for a moment, before he returns it, squeezing him in return. He knows that for Marco it's been no more than a week since he last saw him, but for Armin it's been a long two years. And he hadn't even been able to attend Marco's funeral, owing to the need to testify in court on Eren's behalf. That he can hug him now... lets just say that even for a person that isn't very huggy in nature, it is very good.]

Did Bertolt hold up okay? I know he hates ferries.

[lordofthefries]

[Yeah, the trees look weird, but what looks weirder is another Alolan Vulpix with a Togepi riding on her back barreling towards the new visitors. Friends! Humans who might have snacks! This is the most exciting thing to happen to Sherbert and Omelette in weeks! Okay, maybe not that long, but it's always a good time to find someone they can bum food from.

And how did they get these greedy habits? Well, one look at the barefooted human running out of the house behind them is a clue. Sasha didn't even bother to put on a pair of proper shoes as soon as she heard the train car rumbling up in front of the house. Once she gets down to the last porch stairs, she's flinging herself over the Pokemon and right into Marco, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

This new hugging business is pretty cool.]

MARCO!

[sunspotted]

[ rather than being shy, as marco is used to viola doing, she actually perks up upon seeing the other two. she gives a little yip of greeting, her tails doing a waving back and forth of greeting.

for marco, though, he grins wide upon seeing sasha. she hits into him hard, but he doesn't fall over, instead wrapping his arms tightly around her and returning the hug.

sorry about the axe smell, sasha. ]

Sasha! Hello!

[ he picks her up and gives her a little spin. he's pleased he can lift her still, with her being taller! ]

[lordofthefries]

[Sherbert skids to a stop in front of her fellow kind with enough force that Omelette topples off her back and down into the sand. Luckily, he's a tough little baby and the ground is soft that he rolls around for a bit before regaining his balance. The Togepi throws his arms in the air, as if he's celebrating not cracking the rest of his egg, and shouts out one joyful word in Pokemon babble:

TWERP!

Ah, yes. Thanks, Noctis. Good thing neither Sasha nor Marco can understand Pokespeak.]

You're here! I can't believe you're here!

[Even if she can feel that he's still solid and warm and strong enough to pick her up (taller and heavier!), it still feels like an impossible dream. Friends, long dead, coming back here alive? This world is better than Sasha could ever expect.

Axe smells and all.]