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Pinned post. Not mutuals-only. You are not required to specify a muse for memes, unless you have one in mind.
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Mun is 25+, he/they. Goes by Floof.
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That was a pretty crafty plan, kid. She could help if she could find a way to last long enough for him to take out the anti-cheat. Alas it nerfed her technopathy too much to be able to disarm it that way herself.
["Once you take out the anti-cheat, I can take care of any and all security cameras. But until then, I need to stay in the Pokeball until all of the anti-cheat measures are down."]
Her Luxury Ball hovered between them. ["Fair warning, if you accept this Pokeball and then lose me, the Weird will curse you."]
But if he agreed to the terms...
["Where do you want to be dropped off, when we get out, or if we cut it too close?"]
If he lost the Gardevoir, he'd get fairy cursed...? If he lost the Gardevoir, it meant he was already dead. The 'Weird' could do whatever it wanted to his remains. Even his ghost. He didn't care about that.
His hesitation didn't stem from anything like a fear of punishment.
The villain couldn't take someone else's life in his hands. That wasn't their prerogative, protecting anyone. Stepping outside of his role, even to accept a temporary alliance... Throughout his whole body, he could only describe this feeling as being 'wrong'.
Yet, he still reached his left hand out, touching the underside of the Luxury Ball.
Saffron. Doesn't matter where. The old lady'll pick me up.
Noir knew she couldn't use the tablet without blowing both of their covers. This was the closest she'd ever bothered to go to the game corner, though, interest sparked by the silhouette of an awfully familiar person.
And she had been curious about the device he had. Poppy had whispered to her later that he had brain damage - she hadn't wanted to blurt her findings out loud, in front of Sabrina - and if Noir looked closer...
Oh, this was interesting. More importantly, this meant that maybe, she didn't need the tablet to communicate with him. That could be useful!
["Does Sabrina know you do this?"] That device he had had a battery. If it was connected to his brain the way it looked like it was...what happened if it died in there? That could be devastating.
Everybody knew the unspoken secret that this was becoming a Rocket Stronghold again. And since there was no bright red R on his person, and he clearly wasn't going to gamble...
["I don't care if you go in there or not. But if you do, it seems to me like you might need a getaway car."] Hopefully he was getting these messages.
He heard them. Not in the same direction telepaths normally sounded like they came from (it seemed like there might have been some electronic interference, too?), but he heard her words nonetheless. Expression sour as a lime, he stepped away from the doorway proper, leaning his right side against the wall.
The old lady knows.
Brief flashes crossed his recollection, scattered snapshots of conversations-- Telling him to do this or that, to stop leaving his crutch behind, to be careful, to... All of the things he didn't need anybody to tell him, but he still wouldn't have followed if he'd been left to his own devices.
Fine. Just don't get in my way.
Another moment, and he wobbled back to his feet. One more image rose to the forefront of his mind; the blueprints he'd studied before he came here.
I have to disable the 'anti-cheat' measures. Figure out a way to break the whole thing, so they can't turn it back on. I've got an hour to do that and knock out the rats moving into the basement. If I'm not back by then, I'm dead.
//Also an important screenshot:
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//I have been told that Yukina has conflicting opinions on the way this fight ended in surrender instead of a true loss (though by all accounts, that WAS a loss) and I haven't been told what exactly those are. But. He hasn't even told her it was a surrender yet. Or that he was only responding to a challenge, not making one himself.
And maybe this is the one time somebody could call Kazuya a "such a guy" about something.
//The cherry on top of all of today's bullshit: Poké!Touma is a normal-type specialist. The lab ran out of starters by the time he could get anything, so he was given a handful of balls. Of course, all five of his original Pokéballs shattered while he tried to catch a Pidgey. But there was a Rattata who watched him try his hardest, who decided to step in and help him defend himself. That wild rat, who didn't have a Pokéball for a while at first, is his starter.
Normal-types just feel an inexplicable pull toward the loser who would manage to somehow break a Master Ball if he tried to use one.
Wow...such a chuunibyou... Poppy was thankful he wasn't a telepath.
Noir and Munmun took seats next to her. Pokemon got to play too? Awesome! Hopefully the humans here would get something out of this. Munmun pegged this right away as therapy. Poppy never tried this method before...maybe it would be useful? She was also going to take notes for trying this with other people she offered help to...
"It's such a stupid thing to get angry about...so I kept it inside, but... one of the bunnies at the clinic didn't empty the autoclave before we closed the other day and we were short a few tools the next day because of it." Don't tell the bunnies! She doesn't want them to feel bad!
"Wait...does it have to be a certain intensity of feeling to count as anger?" Because in the grand scheme of things...this wasn't angry, was it? It certainly didn't last long enough to affect her opinion of her bunny coworkers.
Munmun nudged Noir with a smug grin. Noir sighed.
["A client owes us an outstanding bill and still hasn't paid it, even though it's been a month since yesterday."] There. Anger, when, and why.
Munmun pondered. She didn't really get angry...
["A while back - at least a month. I messed up with a patient and lost a lot of trust that might be impossible to rebuild. I'm not angry at them, I'm angry at myself for being careless enough to keep making the same mistake with them over and over again."]
Poppy and Noir both gave her weird looks, curiosity mixed with sympathy winces.
Between this and the way Poppy spoke before, a pattern started to emerge. "Is this normal for you?" Sabrina had to ask. "Suppressing and belittling your own emotions?"
"I don't get that," the boy chimed in. "How anybody makes the same mistake twice."
Sabrina gave him a pointed look.
"Those aren't mistakes," he countered, responding to words nobody else in the room could hear. "I know what I'm doing."
Another moment of silence, and then he spoke up again; "You know I don't care what you say out loud. Do you think you're doing me a favor, keeping all your secrets?" Then, with a huff, he turned away from the group. "This is stupid."
Sabrina, too, had to turn her attention to Musharna. (Or, as the young man was referring to her in his mind, the 'Unovan Hypno'.) "There might be nothing you can do now, where that patient is concerned, but if you know what that mistake was, do you believe you can avoid it for another patient?"
@angelofasclepius // x
The game corner was a no-go zone for him. Psychic suppressants were rare, but casinos loved to shell out millions for 'anti-cheat' technology, no matter how hard it was to manufacture. Especially in great enough quantities to ensure there would be a fully-closed loop around the walls of a building.
At least... That's how it usually was.
Today, he finally got a map of the facility underground. If he just made it long enough to cut off the power supply, he could operate at maximum capacity and take out whoever was trying to move back into the basement.
Erika wasn't going to do anything but stay in her little flower garden, as far as he knew. Sabrina couldn't set foot in this place, no matter how attuned she was to the weak dampeners she wore when she went to Unova. Any higher a dose than that, and she'd get violently ill. Apparently, she was doing that to build some kind of resistance, but it was slow going.
None of that had anything to do with the reason he was here, of course; He just wanted to get these people off the street 'cause they pissed him off.
Instead, what all that really meant was he shouldn't have had any competition to get in his way.
He steeled himself, readying his body for the sudden dearth of stimuli that was about to overtake his body and having to do martial arts without 99% of his rote reactions available to him... But he'd been training with more than just Sabrina in the next city over. He hadn't really understood how to throw a punch before. And while Accelerator wasn't about to thank anyone for the wake-up call that spurred him to learn, the Fighting Dojo's Koichi was a good teacher.
Not to mention the effects of being surrounded by suppressant tech for too long. He hadn't gotten sick before, from that living psychic suppressant, but as far as he could tell, that guy's process wasn't the same as the artificial stuff. This mission could still ruin his day. He had to be careful here.
Just outside the door, he felt another presence move closer to him. He turned, red eyes piercing through the darkness like a wild dog trapped in a corner-- The Gardevoir with the tablet. Familiar enough for him to lower his guard. Though she'd be loud if she stuck too close to him too long. He needed to get her out of here.
"If you're gonna tell me not to go in, save your time."
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//One more important thing about this AU is the existence of psychic dampeners and suppressants in the long-standing Pokémon worldbuilding I use.
They're rare, but they still line the walls in places like casinos. And they still very often make psychics, both humans and pokemon, sick.
Vector Boy has an extra weakness is what I'm saying.
"If a piece of myself is separated from me long enough, it will break away from my mind and develop its own personality."
A thoughtful hum left their throat.
"I do not like to leave my pieces unattended. I do not often make pieces that can grow. For as I stagnate, so too must the rest of 'me'."
Feet shifted in the sand. Grains stuck in between their toes.
"But there are pieces I separate myself from all the same. Ones I have withheld my power from, and allowed to grow as individual personalities. For as I wish to change... I cannot do it as 'me'."
//The thing about putting these folks into the Pokémon world is like. There is one city that maps even a little bit to all the esper obsession nonsense, and it's Saffron, and the thing about Saffron is it is not technically run by a cabal that lives and breathes human rights violations.
I can temporarily use Silph Co for that part, but that whole deal is still eventually ousted from Saffron.
All inciting incidents and conflicts need to be changed around to fit, though there's some throughlines that get to stay. So on and so forth.
It is safe to say I am not going to try to adapt World War III in this AU.
There's so much religious shit that I want to shift toward Legendary Worship instead. And I think Index has to be a human-like being directly created with schematics written by Uxie. Which is going to put the memory loss subplot into a weird perspective.
Anyway--
//The more I think about a Pokeverse Touma the more I definitely have to write him
//I don't see myself writing him in focus anytime soon, but he is on the Secret Menu roster now.
//The more I think about a Pokeverse Touma the more I definitely have to write him
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"That one, yeah!" Oh, Eden and Nod should watch this. Surely Pokemon could appreciate the joys of bad cinema.
Listen. Poppy paid for things sometimes. When it was more convenient. When it was indie-made and she cared about the people involved. She just also constantly saved good media to external HDDs to preserve as much of what she personally cared about as possible and even if she had somehow been able to foresee this movie get together and brought it with her, Poppy was still slightly dubious about tech compatibility here, no matter what Noir said!
"If we have time, there is also two movies about the making of this movie. They are great."
Eden would watch from the hole in her tower. Nod might love it. If he decided to get off the kitchen counter and watch. Maybe the dialogue would be wild enough for him to come check it out.
"We'll see."
He's pressing play, now.
"Have you ever heard of The Room?" Did this world have it? Oh, that would be so interesting to watch without Pokemon!
She could sort of make out the meaning of what they called English text here, if she remembered the Unown. "It's in my language so I dunno if this place would have it on streaming but you're tech-savvy enough to get around region locks."
Oh, to imagine being region-locked.
Imagine paying for a streaming service.
He did find it. Sandwiched in between listings for another 'The Room' that had to do with a magical room that granted wishes. One would have to assume she meant the Tommy Wiseau picture. It looked a fair bit cheaper.
