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Azalea Town (locked to Kimmuriel)

Jarlaxle finds himself startling awake in the middle of the night, likely because he had forgot to silence his pokegear before retiring and it had made a notification sound over something. In his defense, he and Kimmuriel had only just returned to their shared lodgings after spending most of the month since Halloween traveling over various parts of Johto. They truly were very weary the night previous.

... it is odd, however, that he is able to see properly in the dark again. Jarlaxle reaches up to touch his ears... oh! He flicks a hand and a cluster of dancing lights appear. A wide smile appears upon his face and he turns to his partner in the next bed over.

"Kimmuriel!" he cries out. "We are drow once more!"

Any Route

The best part about these strange weekends, Jarlaxle has decided, is that his various toys have been returned to him and they work once more. It has been a long time since he has been able to use his long hat-feather to summon his enchanted diatryma mount. He has missed riding upon her.

So of course he is making up for lost time! And due to the odd nature of the event, geography blurs a little bit over the ride. No matter what route you are on, you may see him: a slim, tall dark elf with a shaven head, rainbow cloak, and a broad-brimmed hat, riding upon the back of a large rainbow feathered bird... but he will stop to talk to those who seem interested.

Any Harbor: The Scarlet Marpenoth

Truly, she is just as beautiful as he left her! Jarlaxle is pleased to walk through the corridors, running his long fingers along the metal walls and poke his head into the various chambers of his wonderous submersible boat.

Eventually, though, he ends up in his own stateroom, where he curls up in the hammock and sets himself to watch the ocean creatures through the magic window.

Leviathan: The Gold Gardens

Jarlaxle is very pleased to have happened upon the drinking establishment in this floating city. Indeed, it makes him slightly nostalgic for One-Eyed Jax back in Luskan. He wastes no time rummaging behind the bar to find a reasonably high-quality vintage and takes it back to a couch he spotted, sprawling out with wine glass in one hand and the bottle in another.

"I've got enough to share!" he calls over when he spots a newcomer, raising the bottle in confirmation.

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Edited 2022-11-25 18:10 (UTC)

You know what the biggest tipoff is that something isn't quite right here?? Oddly enough it isn't the drow, people come in all kinds of exotic appearances. It's the background music.

There's background music!

And little monsters everywhere, some not so little, that are naggingly familiar even though Tomura can't quite actually put a name to them. He himself has a little monster, apparently, a flying puffer fish of some kind that's quite content to follow him everywhere he goes. It's been pretty helpful so far, it even found him a new phone thing when he'd turned the previous one to dust, and showed him how to use it to get data on various little monsters. Some of which they had promptly demolished. Self note: do not turn the critters to particles, the puffer gets no experience that way.

It's the subtle change in the background music that alerts him to Someone Potentially More Interesting coming; did it always do that? He had no idea! But as Jarlaxle appears, astride a creature he can't pin a name to, reminding him awfully of Mr. Compress in general bearing, Shigaraki ... doesn't get out of the way. Instead he grabs his quilfish with four fingers and uses it to flag the drow down like a spiny road sign, the little fish's fins flapping in alarm.

"Hey. Hey. That thing isn't in my bestiary, what is it?"

The colorful bird he's riding, presumably. There isn't much colorful about him in return, he's all in drab colors and clothes several sizes too big.

"The ones in the communication devices?" the elf replies with an easy manner. There is a lilting quality to his diction--not for him a flat inflection. "No, it would not be. This is a diatryma--this is my diatryma--and it hails from my own world of Toril. You would better wish to look inside Volo's Guide to Beasts or my own scout Valas' Underdark bestiary."

Shigaraki's taking a minute to plug in what he thinks might be the proper spelling for 'diatryma' anyway, and unsurprisingly nothing comes up.

Then Toril is typed in, and nothing comes up for that either, and he's forced to weigh whether he's stuck in a game, or a fever dream. Of all the things he could be dreaming up, the game elements he can understand, but colorful horse-birds?

"Sure, fine," is the answer after both of these searches completely fail, "Where do I find either of those? It better not be a library." It's probably a library.

"Toril itself," the elf man says, "which is far away indeed. Alas, we are not on my home plane and we may not be on yours. We are in a different world altogether, which is known as the World of Pokemon."

"Uuuuggghhh." This entire situation has slid precariously towards annoying. Why was there some other world in his video game when he couldn't get to it?? Shigaraki growls something unpleasant under his breath, one hand rising to scratch at an irritated looking spot on his neck.

... No. No, if it's mentioned in the plot there's a way to get to it, he simply can't get to it yet. He hasn't progressed the main storyline enough, that's all. Deep breath! Calming breath! It's just a game, he can handle games.

"Okay so forget that for now. I'm gonna put your bird thing in this bestiary so it's there for later." And he sets about trying to do just that, scowling fiercely. "You want to get off that thing for a minute? I'm gonna need a good clear picture. S'posed to have some kind of little bio with them too.."

In the odd mix of pokemons that scurry and stealth about the sprawling lounges, many are those that keep their distances, furtively hidden under tables and chairs, in the shadowy corners of the tall bar and up in rafters that are perched at jaunty angles from the odd structures. A chandelier of broken glass reflects light in pools of golden amber across the room, leaving much of the area dim but quite pleasant in their ambiance.

There is no one quite within the elf's vicinity; a few scattered people in their far off corners, but what might attract his attention better is the careful little paw laid against his ankle, a little soft weight as two brown eyes peer over the edge of the couch. Big, ashen ears perk up after a quiet look, little nose quivering as the little critter sniffs at him. The ears twitch, a careful scan of their surroundings as the little ball of grey fluff seem to see if the stranger is a guest or a threat. She flinches at any too-sudden movement, enormous, round brown eyes wary but still too curious to leave him be.

A small mouse-creature? How curious! Jarlaxle has already had to defend his purse from the tiny fox creatures--had in fact caught one in the process.

He holds out his hand for the mouse-creature to sniff.

The fluffy ears flick at his offer, tiny black nose twitching as she sniffs at the dark hand, a little paw coming up to hold him still. There's a slow nudge as she grows more confident, carefully keeping track of her companion, but inching forwards bit by bit, tiny little claws finding purchase on the couch's velvety fabric and scrambling atop it, just within his reach. She chirps a little rolling sound, plopping down just a little closer each time.

An arm's length. To the forearm. To his elbow. She scrambles along again to the back of the couch, to be better level with his eyes. Here, the little critter peers at him, cooing that soft rolling noise again as her ears relax a bit, and she stretches her little chin out, asking for pats.

The drow sleeping in the bed next to him doesn't appear to move at all, but his feelings are made abundantly clear by how one of his pillows rises up of its own accord and hurls itself towards Jarlaxle.

"Be quieter about it," he all but commands.

Jarlaxle only laughs. "Ever grumpy as always, I see."

He ought to sleep. He is finally in a bed again, one that he can more or less claim as 'his.' But he is an elf again and the joy in this is enough that he does not think he could go to sleep once more if he tried.

Instead he sends his dancing lights to spinning.

"You are playing around with lights in a dark room and you expect me not to find such a thing irritating?" he says acerbically, finally giving in and sitting up to stare over at Jarlaxle.

Jarlaxle just beams at him, annoyingly.

"I can stop," he says, waving a hand. The dancing lights disappear. "But really, Kimmuriel, are you not pleased to have your powers back?"

ANOMALY DETECTED

Jarlaxle Baenre | Legend of Drizzt | OTA

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Leviathan: The Gold Garden + Bit of a Wildcard

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Turning on the charm, she'll bring mischief on the next tag!

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