School’s Nearly Out!

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(Y’all don’t have to read all of this if y’all don’t want to in order to ask a question, this just explains the blog a bit more. Just make sure to read the rules first! Everything else is just to help you understand the blog or characters a bit better.)

Greetings, and welcome to Ask Team Grim! I decided to make this blog while I was working on a series of pmd oneshots, which I’m now planning on incorporating into the blog!

Despite how bread themed this ask blog seems to be right now, honestly the bakery isn’t going to play a huge part in the story (at least, not for now). It’s just a bunch of references to the current setting of the ask blog lol. Additionally, any info about the ocs revealed here from the asks may or may not be retconned later. I don’t want to be constrained by any answers that I arbitrarily gave on this blog when writing the actual story. I’ll make sure to tag anything that isn’t true anymore as noncanon.

Feel free to tell me if something on the ask blog doesn’t work, or if it’s frustrating to navigate!

I’m also making an instagram mirror for this blog, so y’all might see some questions from there!

Scene setup

The description of the location that the ask blog will take place in. The gist of it is that they’re in a bakery. The rest of the context isn’t absolutely crucial to understanding the ocs themselves for right now, so feel free to skip it if you’d like, though it could give you some ideas for what to ask about.

Initial conversation

The actual start of the conversation. I would recommend reading this part, as it introduces the ocs that will be open for asks.

Something to note

Leaving Multaemaw

Rye: And what if I have to evolve to be “myself”?

Rye:…

Rye: But …thanks for the advice… I guess.

//Ask and drawing of Core from instagram from @slashthatpixel

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Rye put on her best aggravating grin. “Gee, I don’t know, looks like a classroom to me.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. What is that?!” Antares gestured at the webs.

“Webbing? I’d figured you’d be able to tell.”

“Why is all of Mrs. Lilligant’s stuff stuck to the ceiling?” Antares asked through gritted teeth. Rye shrugged. Antares’ face was turning as red as wood thrown into a hearth. “You’re such an asshole. Why do you always think these pranks are funny in any way?”

“‘Cause they are. Why are you even here?”

Antares sniffed. “To speak to Mrs. Lilligant. I had a question that couldn’t be answered before class change.”

“On the last day of school? Come on, are you serious?”

“Yes, I am. Unlike you, I actually care about my education.” She waltzed in and settled down on a cushion, leaning forward on the desk in front of it.

“Why’re you so uptight? It’s the last day, so what exactly are we even learning?”

“In your case, I believe you should be learning respect.”

“Please. At least I already learned how to have a bit of fun. Make things interesting.“

Antares rubbed her temples, eyes shut tight. A silence began to form.

Rye flicked an ear. “Unlike you, who wouldn’t know interesting if it bit her on the leg.”

“Shut up!” Antares jumped up and stomped over a few feet away from Rye. Dravena tensed up further beside her. “Surely you realize no one likes you, right? All of these idiotic pranks are just annoying. Some of us are actually trying to learn and get out on time. On the last day of school too! You couldn’t of waited to do it to someone who’d actually appreciate this sort of thing?”

Rye couldn’t necessarily afford to get into any more trouble by fighting today. But it seemed that Antares was itching for one, and Rye wasn’t exactly unwilling to knock that stupid smartass down a few pegs. She pinned her ears back. “Does anyone appreciate items hanging from the ceiling? Seems niche.”

“That’s the point you idiot! No one likes your stupid pranks!” The Kirlia stormed forward, shoving her face a hair’s breadth from Rye’s.

Dravena staggered back as if Antares pushed her. “You- Don’t talk to her like that!” Dravena spat the sentence out fiercely, but a pained gasp punctuated it. Concerned, Rye looked over to her friend. Why is she so- Oh Verizion, Kirlia are part fairy-types!

“Oh, and what do we have here? Rye, is this an accomplice?” Antares stalked towards Dravena with a infuriatingly smug smirk plastered on her face. “Should have already known considering how many times I’ve seen you slink around attached to her side. You couldn’t have put the webs up. You look far too bumbling for that. No, the logical conclusion must be that you collected them! You tear a bug type’s home apart for them? You’re all mouth. Or maybe you stumbled into it.” Dravena had backed herself into a corner and was shaking violently. “What? Too afraid to take accountability?”

Rye shoved herself between Antares and Dravena. “Stay away from her! I did this by myself.”

“Then why’s she cowering in the corner? Clearly a declaration of guilt.” Fine. If Antares wasn’t going to move, Rye would make her. She lowered down into a crouch, preparing to tackle the little shit.

“Ms. Antares! Get away from Ms. Dravena at once!”

Antares’ eyes widened and she whipped around to face Mrs. Lilligant. “But ma’am she-“

“It doesn’t matter! Your aura is hurting her!”

Antares blinked, brows knitting together. “I-what?”

“Are you deaf?! Get away from Dravena!” Rye snarled, and Antares stumbled back.

“Go to the principal’s office Ms. Antares.”

“But I didn’t-“

“I’ll be following to speak to you soon, but you cannot be in this room right now.”

“Yes-yes ma’am.” She ran out of the room, eyes wet and whiskers trembling.

Mrs. Lilligant rushed to Dravena and knelt beside her. “Are you alright, Ms. Dravena?”

“Sure. Now that she’s gone. ‘Long as she doesn’t come back.”

Mrs. Lilligant took a deep breath. “If you are certain. Send Rye to me if the weakness sickness comes back. I’ll be in the principal’s office.” She left considerably more frazzled than before.

“You really know how to rile her up, huh?” Dravena walked back to Rye’s side.

“I should have noticed what was happening sooner. Could have told her to stay away from you and been done with it.”

“‘S okay, I don’t mind much. Not like the sickness’ permanent or anything.” Her demeanor suggested otherwise. Dravena was thoroughly shaken.

“Are you sure you’re doing ok? You don’t look too hot.”

“Already said it’s fine. Not like I had to deal with it for long.”

Rye growled and paced around. “She’s just such an asshole! Who cares about the stupid school supplies? Not like it affected her. Not worth getting all up in your face over, not when you didn’t even do anything.”

“Yeah, the school supplies…” Dravena chuckled quietly. “All that effort from the school to keep me away from fairies and one still manages to find me anyway. Seems ‘bout right.”

The room is now almost completely silent and still in the aftermath of the preceding confrontation. The pair now stand together, Rye gently placing a paw onto one of Dravena’s to provide comfort.

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No sense in just sitting here I guess. Rye meandered over to the closet and opened it. The clamor outside had faded to silence.  She sighed. Not gonna have time to do anything but pack. She pushed the aforementioned ladder over to the front of the room. It squealed as it scraped against the wooden floor. She placed her front legs on it, preparing to climb it to reach the first set of webs.

A force slammed into Rye, sending her crashing to the ground.

“Found you!” Dravena stood above her, mouth wide open in a grin. Rye’s side flared with pain, clearly unhappy with being fallen on for the second time that day. Dravena lightly headbutted the air where Rye had been standing.  The Deino’s smile faded when her head didn’t meet anything. “Wait, I didn’t knock you down, did I?”

“Well, I’m definitely not on my feet anymore.” Rye groaned, rolling over to her belly.

“Oh man, I’m really sorry.” Dravena tapped around until her foot found Rye, then she lowered her head.  Rye raised her front paw, and Dravena grabbed it with her mouth, lifting Rye back up to her feet. “‘Mons back at the cave never even flinched at that speed.” Dravena nudged Rye’s side, then stood parallel to her, their shoulders touching.

“It’s all good, the worst it’s gonna do is bruise and that was probably already gonna happen anyway.” Rye tail flicked across Dravena’s side, softly brushing against her friend’s numerous minor injuries. “Even if you run into me a ton more, I’m still not gonna rival the constellation of bumps and scratches you’ve got.”

“That’s different! It’s normal for Deino to have a bunch of bruises. I doubt it’s the same for Eevees.”  Dravena frowned. “Or many other ‘mons really.”  After a few seconds of silence, she cocked her head. “Ain’t you goin’ home? Why’re you still in the building? Your teacher left!”

“Can’t. At least not right now. Gotta clean up this big ol’ mess I made.”

“What, you tripped and spilled your lunch or somethin’?”

Rye blinked, a smile growing with the realization that Dravena had no way of knowing the webs were there. She snickered.

“Nah, more like the crap-ton of Mrs. Lilligant’s school supplies I hung from the rafters.”

“…Mind explainin’ that?”

“During the school meeting, I told Mrs. Lilligant that I forgot my bag and was really worried about someone stealing it. Then I slipped back inside the classroom and got out some of this.” Rye held out some of the webbing that fell on the floor. Dravena sniffed it, then patted it.

“This is… they’re webs right?”

“Mmmhm.”

“And it’s still hanging up right now?”

“Yep. Every single item that Mrs. Lilligant had on, in, and around her desk. Minus the few that already fell.”

Dravena rose to her back legs to try to feel for the hanging school supplies. She wasn’t quite tall enough to reach them. She grinned anyway. “Ha, that’s brilliant! How’d you get it all up so fast?”

“I have my ways. Totally didn’t fall from her desk in my rush to give the class a good showing.”

“Wish you brought me with you. The principal was all like ‘Remember that even the smallest seeds-‘“

Rye joined in. “‘-can birth the most verdant, vibrant forests,’” they repeated together.

“The speech is always so similar every semester.” Dravena scoffed. “Couldn’t even sit close to any of the other ‘mons or anything this time either. They had to sit me to the side. Could barely even hear...”

Dravena trailed off, and Rye felt her tense up. “Are you oka-“

“What the hell is this?!” Rye jerked. A Kirlia sporting furry whiskers and a star emblazoned on her forehead loomed in the doorway. Antares. Great. This is gonna be absolutely wonderful.

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Rye knew the old wooden classroom well. Desks with cushions intended to accommodate all sorts of body types faced towards the chalk-smeared blackboard. In front of it was the teacher’s desk, where Rye currently sat. To liven up the surroundings, many different plants had been placed around the room. Some sat in corners or by windows. Others hung over the doorway and curled around the rafters. Sunbeams cut through the open windows, illuminating dancing dust particles and shining through leaves, painting the room with swaying emerald-tinted shadows. Thumping footfalls, creaking floorboards and excited screeching could be heard outside as children raced out of the school, eager to start their summer breaks. Everything was in its proper place, and it would remain that way until the next semester of students walked through the door.

That is, except for one glaring fixture that wasn’t part of the usual decor.

“What do you have to say for yourself young Eevee?”

Rye glanced up from picking at her paws and stared into her teacher’s narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry Mrs. Lilligant.” A pen fell down from the rafters, clattering loudly. Rye quickly hid her traitorous grin with a paw, trying to stifle a laugh. Mrs. Lilligant's facial expression didn’t so much as twitch.

“It’s my understanding that you have a trip you are going on with your parents soon. Would you prefer that I tell them about the...” The teacher glanced up at the rafters. “…situation we find ourselves in?”

“No ma’am.” Mom and Dad probably wouldn’t be particularly proud of the mess that she made of the ceiling. The way she painstakingly hung every single school supply that she could find in Mrs. Lilligant’s desk from Aridoes webbing so that they all dangled from the rafters, gleaming in the sun like little spotlights highlighting their own absurdity. No, they wouldn’t care much for her mess. Her masterwork.

Rye glanced to the left of her paw and froze. That gash on the desk’s face wasn’t there before. She jerked her eyes back to her paws and resumed fiddling with them. Virizion’s grace, she mentally cursed, I hope she doesn’t notice that.

“The principal has asked to have a quick mandatory talk with me this afternoon. I could take this happening to him along with yourself. Though that might not end the way you want it to.” Mrs. Lilligant sighed. “I would not prefer that as my first choice either. This stunt merely distracted and inconvenienced.” She leaned forward on the desk, her hands steepled. “If you were willing to clean up this mess and reorganize the supplies while I’m gone, I wouldn’t mind overlooking it this time. Is that an option you would like to pursue?”

Rye stared up at her self-made little disaster, her mouth pulling back. It would be a decent amount of work to clean up. Maybe not as much as putting it up was, but still. She’d be late coming back home. But better being late than being in trouble.  “Sure Mrs. Lilligant.”

“Very well. I doubt you will be done by the end of the meeting. As long as you make a decent amount of progress in the time I am away, I do not mind staying here until you are finished.” She stood up. “I should only be gone for a few minutes.  If you do anything else to the classroom during that time or otherwise misbehave, I will not hesitate to go back to tell the principal. Do you understand, Ms. Rye?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Mrs. Lilligant nodded in acknowledgement. “There is a rather tall stepladder in the closet in the back of the classroom.  I believe that will be safer than the desk.” She walked out of the classroom.

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As the sun begins to set and the shadows start to lengthen in the orange glow, you notice that most of the patrons have left the bakery, and that there's no one in line at the counter anymore. The Flareon is rinsing her hands of dough using a basin by the oven, and the Jolteon has started to approach the customers that still remain at the tables. When she notices this, Rye flicks her ear.

Rye: Looks like it’s closing time

Dravena: Aw, already?

Dravena: Man…

Rye: If you want, we can ask my Mom and Dad if they’re ok if you stay tonight.

Dravena: Nah, I think I’ll be goin’ back to my place. Dad’ll be worried ‘bout me if I don’t leave soon.

Dravena: Really enjoyed today though. I’ll try to visit again tomorrow before ya leave!

Rye: I’d love that… if my parents don’t decide I gotta spend the whole day packing.

It seems like you should take your leave as well. You get up from the table.

Rye: It was nice to meet you too. You’re welcome here any time the bakery is open!

Rye: Maybe next time you can even buy something from the counter.

At that, you walk out of the door, joining the stream of remaining pokemon who have begun to do the same.

Dravena: Mmmmm….

Dravena: Oh! My dad told me like a legend ‘bout this big ol’ scaly dragon ‘mon that had huge jaws that could crush through anythin’! I think it was called like Tyran-somethin’? I’d wanna be that!

Rye: Well I’d be a Mew. Could be anything and use any move.

Dravena: Aw, what? I shoulda thought of that!

Rye: Too late, no take backsies!

— @cinnamons-adventure

Rye: I-sure. I mean, that’s what I’ve been thinking for a while too. It is what makes the most sense. Probably what I’m gonna do.

Dravena: Oooh, yeah that’d be perfect! Then if I wind up bumpin’ into ya again, it’ll do less damage! And ya can see just how cool it is bein’ a dark-type! Crunch has got ya name on it!

Rye: See? Definitely the smartest choice!

Another revenge, this time for star_duck! They drew their ocs Rue and Destiny with Rye and Dravena, so I decided to do the same, placing them in the bakery! Was kinda lazy with keeping Rye and Dravena on model though. I was originally just going to make them both silhouettes and once I decided that didn’t look good, I didn’t want to have to redraw Rye’s ears lol.

Rye: Man, come on. You sound like my mom!

Rye: Ignoring your incredible wordplay, I don’t really think Glaceon really fits at all to be honest. Not really an evolution I’ve ever considered. I suppose you could probably do some funny stuff with icing the floor or something. But then someone would probably fall and get hurt. Not really my style, Someone getting injured makes the joke unfunny.

Rye: And I’d say the nail in the coffin would be that dragon-types are weak to ice.

Dravena: It wouldn’t be anythin’ like how I feel around fairies though. I think base weaknesses just give ya a general feelin’ of unease, right?

Rye: Still. Just one more reason not to evolve into one.

//It sounds so much like Rye’s mom (who’s name is Brandi) in fact, that I’ve already made that joke in the draft of the first fic lol

Rye: It could be kinda cool to be an Espeon.

Rye: I mean, imagine all the things I could do with telekinesis!

Rye: But the thing is, Espeon are psychic-types. They don’t really mesh well with dark-types. So it wouldn’t be a good choice in my case.

Dravena: …I ain’t keepin’ you from evolvin’ into somethin’ ya’d want to be, right?

Rye: You aren’t stopping me from becoming an Espeon, Drav.