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victory_road2021-07-22 11:41 pm
amaure) wrote in victory_road2021-07-22 11:41 pm
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Who: Emet-Selch, Dave Strider, Steven Durante, and Ardyn
Where: Emet-Selch's residence at Goldenrod
When: Late July
Summary: They're a team trying to solve a riddle, and no one is helping anyone
Rating: pg-13 because Dave has a potty mouth
Log:
Honestly, the appeal to this was not solving the riddles. They were certainly simple enough for a man of his many, many years. Many eons, really. However, the possibility of crossing paths with some legendary Pokémon was too good to pass up, particularly when such would potentially aid he and Dirk's own schemes. If he had no taken to this opportunity, his young partner would likely be cross with him. He feared not his anger, but it helped no one to fan those flames, and he is nothing if not diligent when it came to his interpersonal relationships.
Speaking of...
As the others arrive, they are let in not by their esteemed host, but by a shiny Yamask that looks unimpressed by them nor his duty as doorghost. Rolling his yellow eyes at them before disappearing entirely, only to appear once more in the kitchen next to his trainer. Said trainer sitting at the kitchen table in the neatly kept kitchen of the traditional Johtonian styled house. Within the kitchen itself, there are a few Yamask watching the oven which is on and currently baking something, a Rotom clearly inside said oven, while another Yamask looks ready to pour drinks for any of the guests who might want something.
At each chair is a mug for coffee, but also a glass should they wish for water or something else. Small plates stacked in the middle of the table next to a baking mat, clearly ready for whatever is about to come out of the oven.
Taking a drink of his coffee as he eyes his guests, he gestures for them to have a seat.
"Come, come. Have a seat. Pray, if you wish for coffee or aught else, speak freely to my Yamask, they shall be glad to help you with whatever you may desire—should we have it on hand, of course."
Where: Emet-Selch's residence at Goldenrod
When: Late July
Summary: They're a team trying to solve a riddle, and no one is helping anyone
Rating: pg-13 because Dave has a potty mouth
Log:
Honestly, the appeal to this was not solving the riddles. They were certainly simple enough for a man of his many, many years. Many eons, really. However, the possibility of crossing paths with some legendary Pokémon was too good to pass up, particularly when such would potentially aid he and Dirk's own schemes. If he had no taken to this opportunity, his young partner would likely be cross with him. He feared not his anger, but it helped no one to fan those flames, and he is nothing if not diligent when it came to his interpersonal relationships.
Speaking of...
As the others arrive, they are let in not by their esteemed host, but by a shiny Yamask that looks unimpressed by them nor his duty as doorghost. Rolling his yellow eyes at them before disappearing entirely, only to appear once more in the kitchen next to his trainer. Said trainer sitting at the kitchen table in the neatly kept kitchen of the traditional Johtonian styled house. Within the kitchen itself, there are a few Yamask watching the oven which is on and currently baking something, a Rotom clearly inside said oven, while another Yamask looks ready to pour drinks for any of the guests who might want something.
At each chair is a mug for coffee, but also a glass should they wish for water or something else. Small plates stacked in the middle of the table next to a baking mat, clearly ready for whatever is about to come out of the oven.
Taking a drink of his coffee as he eyes his guests, he gestures for them to have a seat.
"Come, come. Have a seat. Pray, if you wish for coffee or aught else, speak freely to my Yamask, they shall be glad to help you with whatever you may desire—should we have it on hand, of course."
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"An interesting situation, all this. Don't the rest of you think so?"
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He bumps fists with a familiar Yamask as he takes a seat. Dave is sort of a mumbler, coupled with his Texan accent means that he's a little difficult to hear once you get too far from him. This fact does not mean he doesn't absolutely fill space with words at every opportunity.
"Sounds like a great way to waste some time for sure. Think if we get all the way through we can be a guest on the show?"