Session 10

Anna, feeling unusual "wavs" from where the pirate-like weavile was summoning the party's ride, has opted to stay behind and observe. Esme went back with her. Thus, only three trainers reach the nest under Ivan's guidance.
Jack Layfield: "Sneasel is a wicked awesome pokemon. I am hype for this."
Ivan: "Is good timing. Many here nocturnal, whether naturally or just because of nest. Just waking up now."
Ivan: "Am sure any you catch adjust to your schedule. Caught pokemon tend to."
Sam Spade: "Wow."
Sure enough, the area ahead is under a rock overhang, essentially a small cave - though short enough to not quite be worth the moniker. Even in the sunset light, it is dark enough to be difficult to see inside.
There are little furrows and displacements suggesting dug-in dwellings.
Jack Layfield: Jack squints and peers into the cave, looking for pokemon.
Ivan: "Have not tracked, but suspect they eat from city's garbage, or beg. There are some plants that grow even here. Then there are those who seem to just eat snow."
Max Thorn looks around for tracks in and around the nest, using his pokédex as a source of illumination or night vision.
Pokedex: "Vulpix. As each tail grows, its fur becomes more lustrous. When held, it feels slightly cool. Type note: this variety is native to Amoda."
…there seems to be nothing but snow where the pokedex is pointed.
Max Thorn hmms, tosses Antheia down to have a look. "Fairy Lights, Antheia. Over there." He points at the seeming snow-drift.
[OOC] WC GM: You want to use http://i.imgur.com/o8x1csf.png then I will take full advantage of it. :P
Sam Spade: "A vulpix? Where?"
At this point, Sandy pops out of her pokeball, eager to make new friends by force.
Malta watches from her perch on Sam's shoulder.
[OOC] Max Thorn: Well, that *is* how the ice vulpix looks, more or less, in official art. :P
The snow drift appears to cuddle in on itself. "Piiix," it utters sleepily.
Max Thorn tosses a pokéball!
[OOC] WC GM: Without battling it? Your call. Roll that capture chance!
Max Thorn rolled up 1d20 1d100-5: 13 (13), 21 (21) (AC6, capture chance)
Jack Layfield: "Woo! Straight to the exciting bit!"
Max Thorn: "Figure if it's sleepy, it's almost half-caught."
The ice-vulpix barely opens its eyes before turning to energy. The ball clicks closed, wobbles once…
Wobbles twice…
Max Thorn holds his breath…
Wobbles thrice…
Ding!
Sam Spade: "Wow! Well played, Max!"
Sam Spade: "That was amazing!"
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Oh thank lord it was not the third wobble betrayal
[OOC] Jack Layfield: I hate those
Max Thorn: "…Phew." He picks up the pokéball.
[OOC] WC GM: Level 10 ice-type vulpix. Counts as shiny for capture rate.
Max Thorn taps his pokédex with the ball… "…Male, huh. Nootaikok it is, then." *tappitytap* "And that's done. You're up, Jack."
Max Thorn: "Need any pokéballs, or are you good?"
Jack Layfield: "I have three already, but it couldn't hurt to have more."
Jack looks briefly at his Sandile, and nods at it.
Jack Layfield: "Alright Sandy, we got this! COWABUNGA!" Jack rushes towards the cave kicking up powder, sandile plodding through the snow just behind him.
Max Thorn tosses two over to Jack, then.
Sam Spade follows Jack at a slightly more sedate pace.
Jack catches the tossed pokeballs midstride.
Pokemon scatter! Jack sees glimpses of a few popping out of their burrows - but can only focus on one.
Jack Layfield: "Sandile, let's catch that pokemon!!!!!" Jack points aggressively at a sneasel. "Thunder fang!"
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Should I roll the attack, or no?
[OOC] Sam Spade: Aww. Turns out I can't actually Slow the thing causally.
[OOC] WC GM: Roll it!
Jack Layfield rolled up 1d20: 3 (3) (ac 3 attack!)
The Thunder Fang paralyzes some rock!
[OOC] Jack Layfield: I hate you Chessa, this is exactly what happened last pokemon capture, with you screwing me on the rolls for confusion
[OOC] Sam Spade: Poor Jack~
The pokemon continue to scatter…
[OOC] WC GM: Is Sam assisting? If not, round 2. At least the pokemon are not attacking Jack this time…yet.
Ivan, watching from a safe distance outside, folds his arms and nods. "Being careful. When hunting cubs, watch for the den mother."
Jack, now feeling the rush, tosses a pokeball anyway at the pokemon he has in his sights.
Jack Layfield rolled up 1d20: 6 (6) (ac 6 capture chance)
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Chessa why
[OOC] Sam Spade: Interrupting!
[OOC] WC GM: Here comes a new Samenger?
[OOC] Sam Spade: ….never mind, that's a Swift Action, not an interrupt.
[OOC] WC GM: Ah. Is Sam acting anyway?
[OOC] Sam Spade: Sure, then, since he missed this one…?
Sam Spade uses Taunt!
[OOC] Sam Spade: Powerful Motivator effect: it now has -3 penalty to Accuracy Rolls for one full round.
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20: 9 (9) (AC 3)
The pokemon is motivated! …to run away further.
[OOC] WC GM: Round 3! One more round and they'll be out of range.
Sam Spade: "Alright. That didn't work. Let's see if we can get it lost."
Sam Spade: "Hey, little Sneasel~!"
Sam Spade blows a kiss at the Sneasel!
Sam Spade used Sweet Kiss!
Jack focuses, and tosses another pokeball.
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20: 2 (2) (AC 6, but gives -3 evasion to the Sneasel anyway.)
[OOC] Sam Spade: So no confuz. But -3 evasion anyway.
Jack Layfield rolled up 1d20: 14 (14) (ac 6 pokeball go)
The sneasel is not looking back. Scamper, scamper…but the ball hits!
[OOC] WC GM: Roll capture chance
[OOC] Sam Spade: Um. Did it high enough evade that it wasn't Enraged? Cuz Powerful Motivator doesn't override move effect.
[OOC] Sam Spade: And would it run away in spite of Enraged?
Jack Layfield rolled up 1d100: 45 (45) (capture chance)
[OOC] Jack Layfield: F*ck you chessa, f*ck you
The ball wobbles once…
…twice…
…three times…
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Oh god no please not betrayal
…ding!
[OOC] Jack Layfield: Whew
Max Thorn: "Good work, Jack."
[OOC] WC GM: Not effectively a shiny, so 45 was good enough.
[OOC] WC GM: Level 10 sneasel
Max Thorn: "See anything you thought interesting, Sam?"
Jack Layfield: "YES! YES! YES!" Jack runs around pumping his arms in the air, pointing at the sky.
Sam Spade: "Um, not really. Malta's plenty for me to handle right now."
Malta bites Sam's ear gently.
Sam Spade: "….Thank you for demonstrating my point, Malta."
Ivan: "Is good. Is good. But remember, watch for den mother."
Jack and sandy run over to the pokeball and pick it up.
[OOC] Max Thorn: I forget, is Malta a guy?
Sam Spade: "Well, let's back away slowly, then."
The cave begins to shake as larger pokemon begin to dig their way out.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Girl~
Jack Layfield: "Right, running away time sandy."
Max Thorn: "Insert joke about being henpecked here."
Max Thorn glances to the cave. "Quite." He, uh, gets.
Jack sprints back towards the others.
Sam Spade: "Indeed. Watch our backs, Malta, but don't linger!"
[OOC] Sam Spade: Malta will be using Quick Guard if possible.
Apparently placated by the quick vamoosing, the party is chased by little more than displeased shouts.
Although Malta does manage to intercept one snowball.
Malta: "CHIRP! CHEEP. CHIIIIIIRUP!"
Malta lands on Sam's shoulder and struts proudly.
Max Thorn: "…Not sure being hit by a snowball, which is *not* a pokémon move, is something to be proud of, Malta."
Malta glares at Max.
Ivan: "Wait. 'Snowball'?" He looks back.
Malta: "Chirp."
Ivan breaks into a run. "They mad."
Jack, now with the others, let's the Sneasel out of it's pokeball, and looks at it with the pokedex. "Woah, it's a dude." The Sneasel looks at jack and tilts it's head at him, somewhat dejectedly.
Max Thorn: "Now's not the time to get friendly."
Sam Spade: "Ooookay, if Ivan's running then we'd best not stop!"
Jack Layfield: "Wait, what? Oh geeeeeeeeeeeeze!" Jack recalls Sneasel to his pokeball, and resumes panicked sprinting.
Jynx: "Jyyy…NX!" The sound of several pokemon attacks firing in unison goes off behind the party.
The party's heels are dogged by snowballs, ice shards, and at least two ice beams.
Max Thorn: "…Malta? A bit of fire thataway, if you don't mind?"
Max Thorn jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
Malta looks confusedly at Max.
[OOC] Sam Spade: No fire moves yet.
Max Thorn: "… Oh, right."
[OOC] WC GM: Malta's too cheep for fire yet? :P
Max Thorn: "Nevermind!"
[OOC] Sam Spade: =p
[OOC] Sam Spade: Fletchling is Normal/Flying and doesn't gain any Fire moves until much later. Now, when she hits 15 or so and evolves, that'll change.
Max Thorn: "We out of range yet?"
Ivan: "Just *huff* a little *huh* further *huh* they defend their nest!"
Ivan: "Have not had good run like this in while!"
Max Thorn keeps on a-runnin'. There's probably a slapstick routine in here somewhere…
[OOC] Max Thorn: …I'm just too lazy to figure out how to write it up. :P
Sam Spade runs with. The cold burns her lungs, but while she's not Jack, she's still pretty good at running.
Jack is firmly in the lead, now carrying sandy in his arms, gosh can that kid move when he wants to.
Eventually, the sound and impact of attacks tapers off, gradually shrinking to nothing. Ivan keeps running for five minutes past that before stopping.
Max Thorn skids to a halt, panting.
Sam Spade is no less out of breath than Max.
Sam Spade: "Um."
Sam Spade: "…Are they always that problematic?"
Jack Layfield: About ten feet ahead of the rest, Jack finally notices the rest have stopped running.
Ivan: "No. Only when you wake them to capture."
Jack isn't even winded.
Jack Layfield: "Woo! That was a blast! And I caught the fastest ice type around, too!"
Max Thorn lets Nootiakok out and kneels by him, offering a morsel of food.
Nootiakok yawns and nibbles at the food offered, his body language coming across as wary/tolerant.
Sam Spade: "A much more successful expedition than last time, I feel."
Jack lets his Sneasel out again. It crosses it's arms and looks at him.
Max Thorn: "So let's catch up with Anna and Esmé while I bond with Nootaikok, and then get started on that iceberg trip." He scoops up the vulpix, gently scritching him while he rests his head on Max's right shoulder.
Just in time for Sandy to run into Sneasel and nuzzle it.
Jack picks up Sandy, who scrambles onto his shoulder, and kneels down to Sneasel and meets it eye to eye.
Jack Layfield: "Would you like a nickname, little dude?"
Sneasel: "Sneasel sneas, sneas Sneasel."
Jack Layfield: "Okay, Sneeze. I can work with that."
Max Thorn rolls his eyes.
Jack has no poetry in his soul.
Ivan: "Ha! Just like a Layfield."
Max Thorn: "Thought about just picking a name instead of asking? If it's a free pokémon, that'd be one thing, but this is your partner…and every pokémon I've worked with in the lab seems to prefer a human-given nickname unless they've been set free. And even then, if their partner didn't give them a nickname…"
Jack Layfield: "Nah bro, that's overthinking it."
Jack Layfield: "Just go with the flow, right Sneeze?"
Max Thorn: "No, 'overthinking' would be spending hours agonizing over the decision."
Sneeze: "Sneas?"
Max Thorn: "… Which I've seen people do."
Max Thorn: "I've also seen people declare that the only way to name a pokémon is after knowing them long enough to get a feel for their personality."
Max Thorn: "In any event, short of suddenly gaining psychic powers, there really isn't any way to get an actual name out of 'em."
Jack Layfield: "Pff, pokemon and trainers are all different. Just do what you like so long as it doesn't hurt the pokemon."
Max Thorn: "I suppose."
Sneeze, confused by the conversation, has started shadowboxing, making little swipes and jabs at the air, hopping back and forth, while Sandy watches from Jack's shoulder.
Sam Spade: "So…"
Sam Spade: "We're riding an iceberg."
Ivan: "You will, da."
Sam Spade: "…Is that gonna be cold?"
Sam Spade: "It sounds really cold."
Ivan: "Da! Make sure your tent bottom is well insulated."
Jack Layfield: "Well, they don't call it a hotberg."
Max Thorn: "Nor a gasberg."
Sam Spade: "I was afraid of that."
Jack Layfield: "Gross brah."
Around this time, Anna, Esme, and Tim come into view. Camp has been set up on the edge of the ice, which has begun to break off.
Sam Spade: "…And this is gonna be fast, too…"
Sam Spade: "…Will it be windy?"
Max Thorn checks the tents to make sure they're insulated.
Ivan: "Not so much. Stay in tent for most of ride, though."
Ivan: "Ice will melt once you leave Ice Cove. Should reach Foundry Town around time it melts to corners of camp."
Ivan: "Once that happens, pack up and get to shore quickly or you'll be wet."
Max Thorn gets started on dinner, which will be mug-contained soup with a battery-powered heating element attached to each mug.
Max Thorn: "Don't let these mugs rest on the ice, or you'll be sorry."
Sam Spade: "Got it."
Once Sam, Max, Jack, and their pokemon are across the thin crack of water, the crack begins to grow. Ivan stays behind, looking down. "Thank you for this. Is worth it, honest."
There is a brief splash.
Jack Layfield: "No problemo big man."
Ivan: "…was not speaking to you."
There is another splash.
Jack Layfield: "Oh."
Ivan: "As you say." He looks back up at the trainers. "Fairwell. Will inquire of other gym leaders about your progress."
Sam Spade: "Okay. Thank you for all your help!"
Jack Layfield: "Right, other gym leaders, we should talk to them. Especially the next ones. right."
Sam Spade clutches her free coat to herself and shivers.
Jack Layfield: "Thanks for everything big ice dude!"
Max Thorn: "Thank you for your time and assistance, Ivan. See you when we see you."
Ivan waves, then there is a gust of snow, then Ivan is no longer visible.
Tim peers. "Did anyone else get the sense he was made of snow, or something?"
Sam Spade: "…Um."
Sam Spade: "No. No, I definitely didn't get that sense."
Sam Spade: "…Um."
Max Thorn: "He could've just used a pokémon that knows both Powder Snow and Teleport."
Max Thorn: "…I'm sure such a pokémon exists. Somewhere."
Jack Layfield: 'He's just cool. Ice cool. "
Max Thorn frowns. "…I'm not sure that that's how that one works, dood."
Sam Spade: "…Funny, though."
In the moonlight, the towering wall separating Ice Cove from Foundry Town drift by. On the one side, snow and ice. On the other, covered in mines, virtual rivers of ore snaking for miles down to town. Occasional flashes of activity can be seen from some as men, 'mon, and machines work the metal out of the mountains.
Sam Spade: "…That looks…crazy."
Sam Spade: "Pretty, though…"
Sleep obscured most of this passage, but eventually dawn hits, at a more normal hour.
Jack Layfield: "Woaaaah."
Jack Layfield: Jack stretches his arms as he gets out of his sleeping bag.
Sure enough, the iceberg drifts up the beach toward a more built-up area. Giant blocks reminiscent of the ice cream factory dominate the landscape, with wide streets between them. Overhead is an array of sky bridges and sky cars - pedestrian and mass transit, when the streets are given over to heavy trucks.
But perhaps it is still waking up. Not a sound can be heard from the streets. Not a person or moving vehicle is to be seen.
Jack Layfield: "What the heck is going on?"
Sam Spade: "Huh. I always got the impression that Foundry Town never slept…"
Jack Layfield: "Everything should be moving at this hour?"
Jack Layfield: "That's not good at all."
Sam Spade: "Malta? Be on high alert, please…"
Then, around one corner veers…it looks like a small treaded vehicle, roughly oven sized, with a turret on top with a long nose or perhaps protruding mouth.
Sam Spade: "…Is that…a…minitank?"
Tim crawls out of the tent. "Are we there ye-"
Tim freezes upon spying the tank.
There is a distinct, evil giggle, and it fires once in the party's direction…

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