victory_road | WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

"Because it's a great deal more interesting then sitting around and doing nothing. Also, If I show up here again, I will remember. Besides not everything has to have a point."

"Punk ass birds!!!!"

Racing to save the day is a scruffy looking wild eye'd girl wearing a Voltorb mask half on her head and holding a Flustered looking red Oricorio over her head like a bomb she was about to throw.

"Go get em Lady Firehawk!" The stranger squealed hurling her bird through the air. It flapped wildly screeching in what it hoped was an intimidating fashion as it crashed into the flock of pidgey's head on.

[The rock wobbles. And shakes. And abruptly, a brilliant violet smoke seeps out from it to form a 'disk'- green swirly eyes and a jagged mouth upon it.]

I'm Carly~! [the ghost-rock-thing cheers, 'spinning'.] ...Who're you?

Steven has been travelling around with his old friends bats, the Woobat and his Ukulele. And being Steven he is a. looking for his mom and b. hey music, let's follow that.

And it leads to...

"Mom!"

[Exactly! That's the spirit!] We just have to make sure nothing is poisonous, or gross!

[oh no]

"Larvesta..?" She peers over the bug, cautiously patting it.

"....Lar."

"....It's so cute..." Carly breathes, holding it close. "...And so warm..." The woman pauses, looking toward the pokegear. "...Hey, is that thing some kind of tablet deal, did you just look this guy up on it?"

"Well!! It's not my fault! Most people think that's just fairytales and stuff you know!"

yes well about the fairytales

Vault Hunterrrrr!

Hey! HEY! Vault Hunter!

....imagine if pokemon could use guns!

[Tina is lounging about nearby watching Maya do her wicked work on the nearby poke population while riding on the head of a massive plush looking Beware and grinning broadly.]

"...Anymore?" Carly gives quite the nervous laugh, and does not seem to stop until Susie is actually no longer in her face space.

"Aha...It's completely fine!" she declares rather shrilly. "A-As long as you're not eating any faces now right? That means our faces are totally safe after all! Completely fine!"

A 'woobat'..?

[...Oh! Ohh goodness. Carly beams rather cheerfully, a few tiny puzzle pieces clicking together.] OH~ It's 'woo'-ing people with its nose then, that's so cute..!!

[And a lion too!?] Eh, you have a lion that has the same kind of nose? ...why isn't it here?

[Fantastic creatures belong in fantastic creature land.]

"I don't know much about hockey but aren't hockey players supposed to be...I dunno...bigger?"

Sass begets sass. Jinx may feel a little silly for trying to catch a duck girl but not enough to apologize after all.

"You looking for the other duck girls? I dunno where they are but you're like the third one to show up here."

[As she's talking, Tubbs is sniffing over the Litten with his big nose. There is this dire story going, a tale of death and despair and children being the lone survivors of impossible circumstances, and in the background of it a big fluffy firedog's tail is wagging in direct contradiction.]

[It's a fucked up mood juxtaposition that Hank has gotten used to.]

Nah, this is a place where people usually don't even need therapy. So the locals don't even fuckin' think of it. Hell, they kind of boot their kids out at ten to go on this pokemon walkabout and learn about the world behind them. [And save for the occasional wailing unfortunate ghost pokemon that used to be a child, things barely ever happen.] I run a rescue operation. [Or he does while he's in Goldenrod.] Ninety percent of anything bad that happens is just some family losing a pokemon.

[If they did have psychological services, he's sure they wouldn't understand. They probably wouldn't even understand his, and as far as trauma goes his is mundane as fuck and not human-sized beetles shooting springloaded jack-in-the-box beartraps onto faces.]

She's got a lot of support at least. There's this thing here, where people can't really die. Not the biggest help but it's enough to make her feel alright.

[Whoops. Busted. She's not sure if she can blush in this form so she'll just try and play it cool.]

As far as victory songs go the lyrics are a bit confusing. Do you fight giants regularly?

[Surely a talking cat isn't the weirdest thing Steven's run into.]

The Pidgeys went sprawling as the Oricorio crashed into them, causing Sasami to skid to a stop and blink in confusion as she caught her breath.

“Wh-who?”

Right! Don’t worry, I know how to cook! It should help us!

[Somewhat]

[Jinx gives it a moment just to let the humor of the situation drag out.]

Well I mean having knives for hands must be a challenge but I mean...there are pokemon who get by without any hands at all so if anything you're not too bad off right?

Or if you're looking to find a trainer I suppose I could help you there. You're not exactly my aesthetic but we can work with this.

Jinx looked dubious and raised her pokegear up to point it at Pikachu. The gear instantly began smoking and sparking as it tried to comprehend just what Ash and his beloved partner were.

"OK...I'm convinced you're not human and he's not a normal pikachu." She declared blowing smoke away from the device and setting it down on the ground gingerly kicking it aside.

"Maybe pokemon can reach godhood status if they train long enough in your world?"

[Thankfully Jinx's reaction time is sharp normally and sharper as a cat even if she's still adjusting to having paws. She looks over her shoulder acting shocked.]

Hey! Who threw that? How dare you? Can't you see she's minding her own business!

[She hissed acting like she was chasing away some trainer before turning back around and grinning.]

Boy you lucked out. Good thing your cute bunny has your back huh?

Marceline is chilling on the side of the road on Route Whatever, gently strumming some chords on her bass, when a majestic entourage of beautiful unicorns races by. She's seen unicorns before, NBD, but the sparkly one leading the charge is very pretty, regardless. So she slings her axe across her back and takes off after the galloping equines, flying after them at a pretty good clip.

When she's close enough, she calls out to the guy riding the leader.

"Hey! I like your diamond pony!"

Yet. You know I love trouble as much as you and the guys, but y'know.... let's not test that too much.

[There's a big difference between messing with a bunch of idiots like the Beagle Boys and messing with dark, dangerous magic, after all.]

... If anything weird, happens, I'm hopping right back out, got it?

"It is I! Lady Tina, duchess of explosions and YOUR HERO FOR THE DAY!"

And very...very loud. Meanwhile Lady Firehawk is dragging herself to her feet and dusting herself off with her feathery wings looking ruffled and worried. The pidgey's are low level but so is she and she has no idea how Tina expected her to fight all of them. So far her plan seems to be making as much noise as possible.

"Step up and get smacked down birdy bitches! Tina came to PLAY!" She's hurling anything she can get her hands on now, rocks, sticks, small rat pokemon which squeal in confusion when chucked.

[Well, she hopes she gets to keep her teeth. Being mortal again would be a lot less fun if she were limited only to food she didn't have to chew.

His description of "Mom" piques her interest though. This sounds likely to be a lot more interesting to talk about than her teeth.]

What, really? Is it the same lady every time? Like, everytime a new chump wakes up here, there she is with a lunch box and a treasure map?

I swear I'll only use my trouble-making powers for good.

[Unless there's ruins. Or monsters. Or a mummy that's come back to life. ~~Or unless she makes friends with a little bird girl who dabbles in dark magic.~~ You know what they can work on the details of this later.]

Got it!

[Ripley looks over the communication device, brightening a little. She seems to be far more relieved, now.]

I'll have to get my hands on one of these. [She holds it out for Newt to take.] Thank you, Newt.

...Hm? Oh, I believe it was a man named Hank Anderson. What can you tell me about him?

[Despite herself, Ripley still flinches back a little, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples. At least it's not as overwhelming as before, but...]

I can tell. Don't tell me that you did that in this dimension, too.

[She pauses, inching towards the Elgyem and keeping clear of Roach. Just in case. She kneels down a little, and in a gentle, almost parental voice, she says:]

Hey. Sig, right? Do you mind giving me a little warning before you do that again, please? It would help me prepare myself for something like that. Does that sound good to you?

[The Litten opens his eyes, peering at Venkman from over Garfield. Aha. An unassuming, unaware shoelace. His tail twitches back and forth, and he crouches down, ready to pounce. He then leaps out at Venkman's shoelaces and bats at it with unsheathed claws.]

WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

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