Hisuian Catch-all!

[amaure]

Who: Emet-Selch and YOU!
Where: All around the different areas in Hisui
When: During the month long Hisui event!
Summary: Catch-all for the event!
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Log:


I. Arrival

[Needless to say, like everyone else, Emet-Selch is a touch bewildered to awaken in an unfamiliar field, staring at a sky that should not be above him. Dressed in the tattered remains of his house robe, he quickly gets to his (bare) feet to assess what's going on. He isn't quite pleased, and looks as though he shouldn't have been denied his morning coffee, yet here he is along with everyone else.

Rubbing his forehead with one hand, he looks to the crowd, surveying everyone who got pulled into this mess. If you happen to be near him, you might hear his grumbling.]

Of course, we find ourselves sent to the past, but never would I be so lucky for it to be relevant.

[What does that mean? Who knows! Maybe ask him, or don't and strike up a different conversation. After all, you're in this together.]

II. Obsidian Fieldlands

[Emet has little interest in helping look for these pieces outside of what Hythlodaeus or Dirk has dragged him along for. So, when he isn't dealing with either of them, he's taken to enjoying his time in the fieldlands. What do you mean he should worry about the wild Pokémon there? He's got a perfectly good Cyndaquil to keep an eye out while he peacefully naps under a tree!

Well, that is except when it has decided to likewise curl up on his chest. Fortunately with the aid of the Ginko Guild, he's replaced his robe with new outfit. Leaving his chest a pretty bare spot for that little ball of warmth to curl up on.

Should you come across this napping duo, it might be a good idea to wake them before danger arrives. Or, perhaps as you've stumbled across them, you'll find a none-too-pleased Pokémon about to attack! Either way, their fate is in your hands! Fortunately (?) Emet-Selch isn't too fussed about it, not that such is apparent outside of the fact he's napping in a hostile environment like he's at the park or something...

Old people, am I right?]

III. Around Camp

[It might be obvious to some how Emet-Selch hasn't quite been "pulling his weight". What little jobs and chores have been handed out, he hasn't taken them. Even now as he lazes around the fire, he seems more interested in letting others take to the task than to aid in it. Perhaps it's because he offered to help Cara Liss once all the pieces have been found? Yet who's to say this guy knows anything about that machine, so it probably seems like a cheap way to get outta contributing!

Maybe you want to try to get him to get off his ass? Or at least give him a bit of an earful, or maybe you just want to join him by the fire and relax after a hard day of foraging and exploring. Either way, should someone approach the fire and have a seat, he'll offer them an insincere smile, a raise of his eyebrows, along with:]

Keep up the good work, ere long we may find ourselves out of this underwhelming scenario.

[So says the guy who isn't helping make that a reality...]

IV. Wild Card

[If you wanna think of a prompt, or we have something planned, feel free to just post a top level! If you wanna plot something feel free to hit me up @ZornSable or on Discord(Zanono#5772).]

Comments

II Obsidian Fieldlands

[sweetbrohellayiff]

[ Dave does not care one fucking bit for this no-internet bullshit. He's suffering screen withdrawal pretty bad and has taken to speaking nearly nonstop to himself, like the comments section to his own livestream. Which doesn't magically improve when he stumbles upon Emet-Selch taking a little nap with his big pet rat.]

Big tittied grandpa about to be savaged by wild dog. What happens next will shock you.

[amaure]

[That couldn't be anyone but Dave, and while the sound of his voice (and his very specific type of commentary) does wake Emet from his slumber, he does not seem to stir. The Cyndaquil on the other hand does. He sits up, looking at Dave with those squinty eyes of his, before turning his attention to a pissy looking Shinx not far away. Its expression grows a little disgruntled as it hops off of Emet to prepare for the battle that might happen, flames erupting from its back.

Yet, here Emet lays, silently, undisturbed—]

Tell me, boy: did you ever learn the difference between a hound and a feline, or did Bro truly deprive you of aught so mundane as that?

[As he talks, his eyes stay closed.]

[sweetbrohellayiff]

Oh definitely not. You think he wasn't swapping out the images on the See n' Say on the daily to keep me on my fucking toes? Cow goes moo it says with a picture of a turkey. Sometimes he'd buy all-beef hot dogs and told me they were mostly poodle. And it ain't like there's any animals in the scorching skyscraper hellscape I grew up in to fact check this shit. Okay that isn't true. I've got crows down pretty good.

[ Dave does not react to the Shinx exactly. He saw it, sure, but he's just got a fish under his arm. What's a fish gonna do? ]

So you gonna just sleep through this one?

I

[nevercaught]

Relevant? Howso? [Jarlaxle's own crop-top and booty shorts--he really does love how the Johto summer heat allows him to indulge in the kind of fashion he hasn't worn since Menzoberranzan--are similarly in terrible shape. Even worse, he'd been at his and Kimmuriel's room when the trip to the past had occurred so suddenly, so he hadn't even been wearing his hat.

He'll be able to get a new hat soon, but he doesn't exactly know that yet.]

[amaure]

[Oops looks like he spoke a little too loudly, but that's fine. He isn't too fussed. Though he cannot help that smirk that spreads upon his lips when he sees the choice of clothing. Dirk would lose his mind, and may still if he catches sight of him, wouldn't that be interesting?]

Ah, I suppose the best way I could explain that is I have a vested interest in the past, but not one rooted within this world.

[nevercaught]

The one within your own, then? [Jarlaxle smirks back when he notices Emet's expression. He does so enjoy being admired by a handsome stranger and Emet-Selch is that--and near his own age, he would wager.]

[hythlodaeus]

[In a classic Hythlodaeus move, he decides to just stand over Emet-Selch until his vibes interrupt his dreams, yet this time with a Goomy in his arms. Should this prove to take too long, a dripping strand of goop will have enough time to break off and land on Emet-Selch's sleeping face.]

[amaure]

[He feels the vibe immediately, but he tries to ignore it. Their usual silent battle of wills that he usually likewise loses. However, in this instance he doesn't get the chance to lose it with any measure of dignity, because right before he opens his eyes or mouth, he feels something thick and gooey fall down and slap him right in the face like lukewarm jelly of some sort. Immediately he lets out a squawk of disdain and surprise, sitting up so suddenly and with such a start, his poor Cyndaquil gets launched off of him to bounce on the ground between his legs.

Emet meanwhile is wiping the disgusting goop off of his face with his hand, leveling a glare at Hythlodaeus and the originator of such a horrible substance.]

Why am I not surprised you'd ruin a perfectly good nap like this? What is it that you want, exactly?

[hythlodaeus]

Why, just a little help scavenging. It's rather lonely work thrusting oneself into the wilderness with only a little animal for company. As much as I enjoy Cubus' rousing conversation...

[He pets the slimy creature as a reassurance that he meant none of that particularly personally.]

I'm hardly Azem.

Arrival

[zodiheart]

[Elidibus is nearby and happens to be increasingly irate with the situation at large.]

One may say this is getting ridiculous.

[amaure]

Indeed. I nearly feel embarrassed for this reality, with how poorly constructed it is, and how incompetent its mortals are ever proving themselves to be.

[He sighs with clear annoyance, shaking his head as he puts his hands on his hips. Sparing Elidibus a withered look.]

Mayhap I judged our own too quickly, hm?

[zodiheart]

I daresay you did not. When one compares weak, flimsy things, they do not gain strength in spite of one another. Cardboard is naught much better than paper when wet, in this instance.

[At least his mask is undamaged. His body language is absolutely seething however.]

My patience grows thin.

II

[prayreturn]

[ Because we also needed a second thread--

But, actually, it is not Minfilia who this is about. It is about her Stantler, who she has called Urianger. You see, Minfilia had decided to see if she could gather berries, but her and said Stantler got seperated.

And said Stantler remembers the hostility between 'Solus' and Minfilia. So it's time for a harmless (?) prank. I mean, it's not like these trees often have Burmy in them, ready to wiggle around, right?

...Right?

Well, Emet-Selch is about to find out, as the Stantler just. Headbutts the tree at full charge. First Psyshield Strike! ]

[amaure]

[Of course he can never have peace. Harmless or no, he'd much rather his naps be undisturbed, thank you very much! Though he cannot say this is worse than being wrangled by three rabbit women, but it's still quite undesirable all the same.

With his head resting just so against the trunk of the tree, that headbutt gives him quite the rude awakening, resulting in him jolting upright as he holds the top of his head with one hand, the other supporting him as he glares back at the culprit.

Though this act does fling his cyndaquil from his chest, landing roughly in his lapーthough the weight is not equal and that quickly pulls his attention away from Minfilia's bothersome Stantler. For good reason too, because indeed there was a Burmy in that tree, but now it's settled in "Solus's" lap, groggily awakening next to his similarly sleepy Cyndaquil.

Great.]

Oh for theー

[He doesn't allow himself to finish that sentence before he's on his feet, dumping both pokémon out of his lap.]

Is this what you were after? I suggest you come claim it ere I incinerate it.

[He doesn't know who owns the Stantler, but he's fairly certain it belongs to someone. If it were wild, it'd be more likely he'd be its target, not the tree. Thus he speaks with a projected voice when he calls out, peering around the area for any trainer that might be responsible for this antlered menace.]

[prayreturn]

[ The Stantler stood looking down at the Burmy, before looking back at the person. If it had a trainer, their trainer seemed to not be nearby. Perhaps. (Minfilia was around, she had her eye on the situation, but she did not see a reason to come intervene yet.

After all, her Stantler had decided to do this on his own. And she could always withdraw it, if there was too much danger.) The Stantler, however, does stamp on the ground once. Before standing utterly still. ]

III

[crystalmaster]

[Radley has only barely interacted with this guy, but he remembers. And he's even less impressed now than he was at the Contest. He has been working hard every day, doing everything he can think of to get everyone home fast. He would do more, but others seem to get to the Special Missions before he can, so he throws himself into Standard Missions to free up others for the Special ones. And this guy just lazes around and does nothing?!

He has to stop and snarl at the comment, his hands on his hips. His hair is dripping wet from his nightly bath, and he had wanted to get to the fire to dry it. But if this is his company, he is seriously reconsidering that. He can always make his own little fire at his part of the campsite.]

We might get out of it even faster if you would help now instead of waiting for all the parts to be found before you plan on doing something!

[Lily warbles at his side.]

[amaure]

[My, my! It would seem his indolence has incensed one of his fellow otherworlders. His eyebrows raise with feigned surprise at the chastising, but then lower as he smiles at him placidly.]

Do you truly think an old man like myself has it within him to run around with the same vigor as you young men?

[Yes he is absolutely pulling the old man card here.]

[crystalmaster]

Oh? You look pretty young to me. Your body's still in excellent shape as far as I can tell!

Mission Observation: Scyther

[amaure]

[While Emet-Selch is set on doing as little as possible till the machine's reconstruction, he is willing to be bullied into some simpler tasks. Like observing a beast or two, that he can do especially with Hythlodaeus' nagging urging. After all, it's something fairly familiar to them in the first place considering their culture and the like.

And if he's going to have the chance to write down scathing observations on these horrid half-brained creations, well, he's pretty much seduced by that opportunity. Which is why he and Hythlodaeus find themselves within the south eastern side of the Obsidian Fieldlands, shrouded by the forest's foliage as they've come across a wild Scyther going about its usual business.

Looking to Hythlodaeus, he gives him a humorless smile.]

Truly some of these creatures feel as though they are a child's first attempt at a creation. That this would somehow be approved for release is a sad joke and bespeaks of Arceus' incompetence. Just look at it!

[Of course his bitching is being kept low so that it doesn't hear them, but the disdained passion is still behind his tone.]

[hythlodaeus]

At least this one looks a bit less like a balloon animal or a children's puppet than some of the others.

[Some of the others including his very own Goomy. But Goomy was alright. This one, however, he was trying to give serious thought to how it lived day to day.]

What sort of diet do you think it has? It has a few sharp incisors, yet I struggle to imagine it hunched over prey on the forest floor. It really could have used a set of mandibles... Or proper grasping claws, like that of a mantid.

[amaure]

It certainly looks as though its creator considered a mantid for a moment, but that was the end of that thought process.

[He watches it for a moment, thoughtful in his observing.]

Dirk has one, though I never much paid it any mind. I believe he likes it, in the way he likes anything he considers ultimately irrelevant, but that is not reflective of its design being a sensible one.

[He shrugs, looking to Hythlodaeus with a tired expression.]

I would imagine with fangs and blades, it is more like than not a carnivore of some sort. Whether it proves an efficient one is another matter.

III. Around Camp

[spacebaloney]

[It's definitely obvious to Lance, solely because Lance has tried to skip out of manual labor himself to no avail. Being sent back in time is bad enough, but being sent back in time before any of his beauty products or the notion of self-care were invented is even worse. His hair is frizzy, his skin has browned a shade or two from lack of sunscreen, and he's even broken a nail on his work-chapped hands. He's absolutely miserable and this guy's smarmy face and go get 'em tiger talk doesn't help his sour mood.]

You know, we need more people out there foraging instead of people sitting here for moral support.

[Because once he drops this bundle of firewood on the ground, he plops down next to it, huffing unhappily, making his issues everybody's issue now.]

[amaure]

Oh, but you young folk seem far more suited to the task than a man of my age. I fear I would do little more than slow your progress.

[He really doesn't look as old as he seems to be playing it, but this world is a little weird and so are many others people come from...even still, he doesn't sound as sincere as he could.]

From the looks of you, I'd wager you've done more than your fair share already. Certainly we will be home in no time with such dedicated youth putting their nose to the grindstone.

iv. wildcard (buzz buzz)

[fortuna_tenax]

( at some point when emet-selch can be assed to not be an entirely useless old man... he might notice a combee straying way too close to camp. but it never seems to go further than the outskirts at the very least. but it's watching someone else pretty intently.

oh hey. it's jinx.

she threw a medallion at his head during christmas and then pretended she didn't. good times. after a moment of... something, jinx sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. )

The combee's back, isn't it.

[amaure]

[Ah yes, Jinx. He remembers her, the girl with the tragic past, though by his wager a lot of mortals have that distinction for their early years, some merely worse than others.

But he also certainly remembers that medallion as well, a curious sort of gesture that he did not expect. Part of him wonders what it truly means, but another part of him is sure he knows. All the same, he isn't as immune to mortals as he'd like to pretend, particularly those of a younger and tragic persuasion.

The harassing Combee feels almost like a cruel joke, but he has to give Jinx credit for acting as calm as she does in the face of it, someone more weak of will might have had a different reaction.]

Combee? I see no such creature.

[As he says that, his Quilava swiftly rams it with a Flame Wheel attack, sending the Combee flying off to the side. Should it be a fool and wish for more, it will certainly find Phlegethon ready to pulverize it.]