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attack on voltron reunion house: extra special dlc edition

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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_{[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.]}

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

[ 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?

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.

[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.]

[ 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?

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 ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[Luna the Meowth just trots over, her head held high. Once she's close enough, she flops on the ground, rolling over onto her back. See? Look! She's harmless and friendly!]

[Don't mind Blue, he's just stoked to see Zappy again.]

Right -- Right. Sorry, I'm... clearly on a different time zone than everyone else.

[And studiously ignoring his wardrobe. As he steps off the porch himself, extending his left hand. The real one.] It's nice to meet you in person. I'm Shiro.

[ viola finally slinks out, coming over to sniff the meowth, unsure. once she's determined she's fine, viola lifts up a paw and pokes her stomach.

marco steps forward when shiro does, reaching out and taking his hand to shake it. ]

It's nice to meet you too, Shiro. Jean has told me a lot about you.

[ pretty much sung his praises, matter of fact. ]

I'm sorry about waking you up, though.

[ of course the first thing the boy that shiro watched in a dream turn into flowers does is apologize for waking him. ]

[Luna chirps again, sounding more like a little Siamese kitten than an actual pokemon. She reaches up to bat at Viola's paw, her own claws sheathed. So... it's really more of a patpat than an attack.]

I'm sorry for anything you may have heard.

[Because Jean has ... definitely seen the lowest points. And a lot more Boxer Short Moments.]

[He shakes his head.]

It's all right. It was bound to happen at some point. Uh. Come in?

_{[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!]}

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

_{[That earns a soft, almost pitiful sound that also has a hint of appreciation in it. You don't mind if he leans against you, do you Marco? He'll be good, he just needs to get his bearings.]}

I-It's a little cold in there, but you can borrow one of my sweaters or my coat if you want.

_{[After a few minutes of being off of the water and the little back rub, Bertolt slowly straightens himself up with an apologetic look.]}

Ugh... Sorry, though. I probably should've mentioned that I get like that with the boats.

[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.]

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!

[ bertolt is heavy, but holding a good portion of his own weight, which marco is grateful for. ]

Sure. I'm pretty sure I can fit into one of your sweaters.

[ jokes, marco has them. jinae was cold, but this place already seems more temperate than his home.

when bertolt apologizes, marco shakes his head. ]

You're fine, honest. I was a little queasy myself. I've never seen so much water before.

[ viola jumps a little bit, but then she gently baps luna's paw back. she's a little skittish, but she's not using any force behind her return bap. her tails actually raise up, shaking a bit in excitement.

marco gives a quiet scoff. ]

Believe me, it's been nothing but good things. I'm sorry for any embarrassing stories you'd heard about me.

[ like the time he and jean got tangled in maneuvering training.

but shiro invites him in, and he politely thanks him before stepping inside the house, giving a low whistle. ]

Wow - pretty big.

_{[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.]}

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.

[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.

_{[On the plus side he's not about to faint again!]}

They might swallow you up, but I think I have a couple that'll work.

_{[He can make them too, but he's still working through that damn seasickness to properly make them.

He takes a few steps and peeks around the corner of the train, his lower lip held between his teeth as he thinks.]}

Do you know how to swim? I-I mean, uh... You can swim in it like any other body of water, but some Pokemon might get really curious and try to say hi.

_{[Like when he let his Magikarp go on the first island a little over a year ago. That was... interesting.]}

[ 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?

[Jean should feel worse about splashing Bertolt, but really, who wades out into a tropical ocean in a sweater? Come on, Bert, you should know better! What if a big splashy Pokemon came along?]

Yeah? I wonder where they went?

[Probably away from the water dragon frolicking and roaring further out.]

Maybe they'll come back.

[Jean looks down at the water, running his hands over the top of it, trying to spot some fish.]

Is that one?

_{[Jean, do you want him strutting around the beach topless? Sure, the island doesn't get too much traffic beyond the tourists coming to the ice caves or the little daycare center, but still.

...Second thought, don't answer that.]}

N-No, uh... They were... pink.

_{[Bertolt lifts his hands and holds them about a foot or two apart, looking a little exasperated when his sleeves sag. Man, and he liked this sweater!]}

And about this big. Uh... Wide. They looked flat, but I didn't want to go out any further because, well...

_{[Clothes, man.]}

Or we can always stop off at a PokeMart and I can pick one up if you're worried.

[ he isn't opposed to using one of bertolt's - although he might need a belt to keep from tripping over it, or something.

when bertolt asks if he can swim, marco grins sheepishly. ]

I can paddle? I don't mind curious pokemon, though.

[Luna makes that classic cat noise -- prrrrt! -- and bats again, gently. She's bred for this, to be a companion and friend! Everything in her body language is play! Friend!]

[Shiro just shakes his head.]

In that case, he must be being nice to me. [Another shrug.] I haven't heard much, honestly.

[For uh. One big reason.]

[They pass through the living space, into the kitchen. Because even though Shiro's already spoken to Marco, he sort of feels like he needs coffee for this.]

Yeah. We keep adding new faces. Might as well have something to suit us all... [A beat.] I was going to ask if you wanted coffee, but then I remembered where you walked out of.

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