Heroes in Little Capes

Arceusmas is just under a month away...

*Zabra gives a defeated sigh as the Pichus devour part of his stash, returning the remnants to his cape pocket. Picking up one in each arm, he gets to his feet and looks to the human and Mew* “I-I dunno, I fear if we stick around anymore we may cause more troubles… I think we’ve caused enough trouble for the geck— er… lizards for one day!” Besides, we’ve got the mystery of the missing eggs to solve yet! *Zabra grins at his human* “…” *The human stares at himself, prodding his stomach worriedly* “U-um, yes, well! Lets get the hump of metal teleported home and see if we can’t return the little yellows to Drey~” 

“I don’t lay eggs! Humans don’t lay eggs, and, heck, I’m a guy!” *Benzin seems flustered, either by the insinuation that he’s about to give birth, or the fact the eggs are still nowhere to be seen…* Yeah — humans eat eggs rather than lay ‘em. He’s a bloody monster! *Zabra smirks to his human before hoisting the ‘Chus up onto his shoulders* Shall we head for the entrance, then? We all need to ‘sign out’ after all… perhaps once we’re outside we can sort out our omlette problem.

*With a sigh the Gallade pulls out his all-too-familiar bag of sweet berry treats, fishing out a couple of peach-like berries and offering them to the ‘Chu* Here… these’ll no doubt have you on your feet in no time! *Benzin coughs out a small cloud of smoke, trying to dust himself down while the Mew plays with his electrified hair* “It’s a marvel! Magnific— hey! Hey! Don’t kick that! This is a wonder of modern creation! Consisting of at least three layers of interwoven synthesised 1,4-phenylene-diamine and terephthaloyl chloride, woven and plated in different ways to provide ultimate protection against all forms of incoming attack be it projectile, bashing or lethal edged weapon, encased in an impenetrable coffin of National Institute of Justice Level-4 rated ceram—hnnngh!” *At this point, Zabra has clasped his hand over his human’s mouth to stop him talking* So… it’s basically really shiny armour? Cool. You could have just said that, seriously. *Benzin gives his Gallade a look, which if looks could kill, Zabra would have returned home in a matchbox* 

*Zabra gives a defeated sigh as the Pichus devour part of his stash, returning the remnants to his cape pocket. Picking up one in each arm, he gets to his feet and looks to the human and Mew* “I-I dunno, I fear if we stick around anymore we may cause more troubles… I think we’ve caused enough trouble for the geck— er… lizards for one day!” Besides, we’ve got the mystery of the missing eggs to solve yet! *Zabra grins at his human* “…” *The human stares at himself, prodding his stomach worriedly* “U-um, yes, well! Lets get the hump of metal teleported home and see if we can’t return the little yellows to Drey~” 

Arceusmas is just under a month away...

Arceusmas is just under a month away...

Pretty is one word for— what? H-hey! Get back here — Damnit, chu! *Zabra hops down, teleporting to the ground as he falls and taking off after the little caped ‘chu of steel*

“Open… button…? Er, you know, I don’t even know how I got into this. I kinda just appeared in it. Umm… Greeeenhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair, I need a hand!” *Barely even looking up, Zabra frowns as there’s a ‘CRACK!’ and the human appears looking rather befuddled, now stood outside of the metal coffin. The Gallade kneels beside the two ‘Chus, carefully plucking Superchu onto his feet* You two alright? 

*With a sigh the Gallade pulls out his all-too-familiar bag of sweet berry treats, fishing out a couple of peach-like berries and offering them to the ‘Chu* Here… these’ll no doubt have you on your feet in no time! *Benzin coughs out a small cloud of smoke, trying to dust himself down while the Mew plays with his electrified hair* “It’s a marvel! Magnific— hey! Hey! Don’t kick that! This is a wonder of modern creation! Consisting of at least three layers of interwoven synthesised 1,4-phenylene-diamine and terephthaloyl chloride, woven and plated in different ways to provide ultimate protection against all forms of incoming attack be it projectile, bashing or lethal edged weapon, encased in an impenetrable coffin of National Institute of Justice Level-4 rated ceram—hnnngh!” *At this point, Zabra has clasped his hand over his human’s mouth to stop him talking* So… it’s basically really shiny armour? Cool. You could have just said that, seriously. *Benzin gives his Gallade a look, which if looks could kill, Zabra would have returned home in a matchbox* 

Faye crouches down to get a look at the contents inside the hamper. She doesn’t look up from the hamper when she mumbles. “Alright, you little critters, what are you all up to…”

!!! *The pichus react with surprise  They've been spotted! The black cloaked pichu tugs on his brother's cape to tell them they need to make evasive manoeuvres. The red caped 'chu nods and so jumps into the air and flies... over to the figure by the hamper. His brother face-paws as a result*

Arceusmas is just under a month away...

*Tipo snaps again* “Never! I refuse to be seen in such an embarrassing defeat of a situation!” *The Misdreavus attempts to float away, only to be dragged back to earth by the weight of the Pichu* “Oof! … Grrrn… fine. I suppose.” *Finally reaching the top of the tree, Zabra perches on a branch with one arm wrapped around the trunk beneath him to keep him balanced. He peers back to where the two had originally come from* I wonder what happened to Errol and Tipo… 

Pretty is one word for— what? H-hey! Get back here — Damnit, chu! *Zabra hops down, teleporting to the ground as he falls and taking off after the little caped ‘chu of steel*

*From behind their hiding place,the red caped pichu's belly rumbles. He looks at his brother plantivly and points at the food hamper they just gave to the older mouse pokemon. The black masked and caped pichu slaps a paw to his face at his brother's pleading - they were supposed to hand out the hampers  not eat them! - but doesn't resist as his brother drags him out of his hiding place* *the two pichus stand in the open, looking sheepish and twisting the edges of their capes whilst eyeing the food and the pikachu* 

Arceusmas is just under a month away...

*Tipo tries to snap at Errol but can’t even get close to him, instead the little misdreavus falls limp and grumbles in defeat* *Almost at the branch Superchu is perched on, Zabra feels relieved that the ordeal is over — only to have the ‘Chu leap up a few more branches instead. With a grunt the Gallade continues to heft himself up the tree after the little caped crusader* 

*Tipo snaps again* “Never! I refuse to be seen in such an embarrassing defeat of a situation!” *The Misdreavus attempts to float away, only to be dragged back to earth by the weight of the Pichu* “Oof! … Grrrn… fine. I suppose.” *Finally reaching the top of the tree, Zabra perches on a branch with one arm wrapped around the trunk beneath him to keep him balanced. He peers back to where the two had originally come from* I wonder what happened to Errol and Tipo… 

Giselle nodded toward the two creatures, figuring a handshake would occur when their little hands (paws?) weren’t full of cookies. “Well, ah, these were supposed to be for the lovely people at the toy store…” she glanced to the creatures once more, sighing as she smiled. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I gave a couple more away. I made a whole bunch, after all.” The Time Lady retrieved two more cookies, handing them to each Pichu. “So, Superchu and Errol then. Can’t say I’ve heard names like that before, but then again my name is Gisellevivantonixtrova, so I shouldn’t complain.” The woman shrugged. “It’s an honor to meet you two! Now, I’ve been wondering, what are you anyhow?”