Session 28

The sun is just starting to kiss the horizon. Monica has finally relieved Sam and Esme at the store.
Anna Tommize nervously runs her hands through Meep's fluff.
Anna Tommize: "W-what if she hates me…"
Anna Tommize: "W-we beat up her Lucario…"
Anna Tommize stands in place, wavering other whether to meet her challenger.
Tim: "There's a bit of light left. I don't know about you, but I'd like to be on the road after this fight."
Sam Spade: "She seemed okay with that."
Anna Tommize bites her tongue and tentatively takes a step forward.
Esme yawns. "If she's mad that we beat up her lucario, I don't see why she'd ask you to beat it up again."
The lucario trainer slides, as if leaping out of shadow, right in front of Anna, smirking. "Good. You didn't run."
Anna's opponent pats her on the head.
Sam Spade: "Meeps wouldn't have let her."
Anna Tommize squeaks.
Anna Tommize: "O-Oh!"
Anna Tommize: "I-I-I didn't see you…."
Anna Tommize: "H-how are ya…?"
Jack Layfield: "Okay I'm not getting through. MEEPS, NO MERCY!"
Sam Spade: "Jack, Meeps doesn't know what that is."
Max Thorn finds a conveniently-placed rock and sits on it, perusing a survival guide.
LucarioTrainer: "Anticipating." She hops back, clearing the length of a pokemon arena in four bounds.
LucarioTrainer: "Yer friend participating too?" She looks at Sam.
Sam Spade: "Um. Is it okay if I participate? Malta's really anxious."
Sam Spade: "But this does seem to be a bit personal, so I understand completely if…"
Anna Tommize looks at Sam at like she's looking at the Messiah.
Anna Tommize: "P-Please…"
LucarioTrainer: "I said ya could, sure."
Sam Spade: "Alright, then."
Meeps glares across the arena at its opponent, widening its stance.
Malta hops down from Sam's shoulder, standing now on the ground in front of her.
Sam Spade: "So, um. What rules did you want to follow?"
Sam Spade: "Is this a League match?"
LucarioTrainer: "Sure, let's do that." She palms a pokeball. "One on two if ya want."
Anna Tommize gulps.
Anna Tommize: "A-alright…"
Sam Spade: "Aww. Ah, well."
Anna Tommize: "Meeps! G-go get 'em!"
Esme plops down nearby, leaning on Lucrece. "You two've got it!"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Go fight win on meeps
[OOC] Anna Tommize: +1 def stage
Wild TRAINER wants to battle!
Wild TRAINER fainted! It's not very effective.
Sam Spade: "….What."
Just as you recognize a dart sticking out of her neck that was not there before, three familiar figures run out in front of her.
TallTSMember: "Against a cumulo of the world's blight!"
StoutTSmember: "We gather a nimbus of new might!"
StatuesqueTSMember: "And thunder ahead to make things right!"
TallTSMember: "Team Stormcloud, masters of lightning, wind, and rain!"
StoutTSmember: "Taking back our land, from mountain to plain!"
StatuesqueTSMember: "Get out of our way, or prepare for pain!"
Sam Spade: "WHAT."
Anna Tommize gasps.
Anna Tommize: "You!"
Jack gapes.
Jack Layfield: "OH COME ON."
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Omg WC you monster
The lady of the trio kneels next to the lucario trainer. "Keep them busy while I secure the objective."
[OOC] WC GM: Round 1! Anna & Sam, you're up!
Jack Layfield: "….."
Anna Tommize: "Meeps! S-stop them from grabbing her!"
Jack's face bunches up in anger.
Sam Spade: "Come on, pretty lady! You don't want to do that, do you?"
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Sage on meeps, activating cheer leader blah blah
Sam Spade blows a kiss at the lady.
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20: 4 (4) (Sweet Kiss AC 6)
Max Thorn blinks, then drops the book. "C'mon, Nootaikok, let's freeze these jerks in their tracks."
Sam Spade: "Malta, take the short one for now!"
[OOC] WC GM: It will take a couple rounds for the other PCs to get into the action.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Marking the Short Stormderp.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Oh, wait, I still have my shift action
[OOC] Max Thorn: okie-doke.
The short one tosses out a pokeball with - oh, so he's that pichu's trainer. The tall one lets forth an emolga.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Anna's gonna run to her challenger's side and try to physically shield her
[OOC] WC GM: The lady Stormcloud is in Anna's way.
[OOC] WC GM: And molesting/searching the unconscious trainer.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Well, use as much of the shift as I can to try and run up to them
[OOC] WC GM: You can close to melee range, but you'll need to attack her to pull her off.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Oh, btw, she's at -3 Evasion for a full round.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Closing is fine for this turn.
The emolga lets off a Spark at Malta!
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 8 (8)
WC GM rolled up 2d8+21: 26 (26)
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Taunt the trainer searching the victim's body maybe?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Dunno how enraged works hold on…
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Ah, it would work here.
Hits for 21 damage!
[OOC] WC GM: Malta's turn!
[OOC] WC GM: 21 after defense, that is.
Malta shakes and shudders. She did not like that at all. ….Wait. She seems to be shuddering more than that…is she moving faster than she was?
Malta used Agility! +2 Speed Combat Stages!
The pichu smirks self-assuredly, and seems to be hatching a Nasty Plot. (+2 Special Attack combat stages)
[OOC] WC GM: Meeps' turn!
Esme looks up, suddenly hearing the commotion. "Hm? Ho-" She eyes that Pichu, immediately glowering. "You guys again."
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Mm….Thunder shock on the Pichu's trainer
Jack Layfield: "IT IS SO LAME."
[OOC] WC GM: Narrate it, then.
Meeps, following its allies gaze, scopes out its target and starts running towards the target of their ire, sparking like mad!
With a cry, it lets loose a blue arc of electricity!
Anna Tommize rolled up 1d20: 8 (8)
Anna Tommize rolled up 1d8+6+13: 25 (25)
The pichu's trainer is hit! Though he seems to be used to shocks - does he have that pichu toughen him up?
[OOC] WC GM: Round 2! Sam, then Anna, then Malta!
[OOC] Sam Spade: "Have."
Sam Spade: "Hey, ugly girl! Why don't you participate, huh?"
Sam Spade used Taunt!
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Anna tries to touch her challenger, activates heal touch.
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20: 2 (2) (AC 3, the target should be still -3 EVA and now is -3 to Accuracy for the rest of the round.)
The Stormcloud lady seems busy.
[OOC] Esme: A+
[OOC] Sam Spade: She may not be enraged, but I got under her skin, so that's something!
Anna is able to sneak a hand past the lady and pull the dart out, though, tapping the pinprick to both seal the wound and purge the sedative. The lucario's trainer slowly blinks to wakefulness.
TallTSMember: "Oh this is getting out of hand."
StatuesqueTSMember: "Objective secured."
TallTSMember: "Took you long enough."
[OOC] WC GM: Malta's turn!
Sam Spade: "Malta, go!"
Malta darts up towards the Pichu's trainer, then bursts into the air and Pecks him right on the head!
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20+2: 6 (6) (Peck!)
[OOC] WC GM: hits
Sam Spade rolled up 2d6+8+14: 33 (33)
[OOC] Sam Spade: …thank you, Chessa.
That…is a serious peck.
StoutTSmember: "Whooo…like hard rain."
The pichu GLARES at Malta.
Jack Layfield: "I think you mean hail, bro."
The emolga glides up to and nuzzles Sam!
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 15 (15)
Sam Spade: "Yeouch!"
WC GM rolled up 1d8+19: 25 (25)
Hits for 15 damage! Sam is Paralyzed!
[OOC] Esme: You got Nuzzle'd the crap out of
The pichu sends a thunder shock up at Malta!
WC GM rolled up 1d20: 4 (4)
[OOC] Sam Spade: 3 Speed Evasion now~
In Malta's direction, anyway. Barely missing.
[OOC] WC GM: Meeps' turn!
Meeps moves to block the escape of the lady searching the challenger's body.
Staring her down, Meeps crackles briefly before firing a jolt of electricity into her.
Anna Tommize rolled up 1d20: 3 (3)
[OOC] Anna Tommize: …close.
Anna Tommize rolled up 1d8+6+13: 22 (22)
[OOC] Sam Spade: It's hard to fight someone who's got Chessa on her side =/
The lady uses the lucario trainer as a shield! Meeps barely manages to avoid friendly fire.
[OOC] WC GM: Round 3! And since Lauren has to go in about 5 minutes…
Malta is already in the lady's face! Quick attack!
Sam Spade rolled up 1d20: 17 (17)
Sam Spade rolled up 2d6+8+14: 32 (32)
The lucario trainer pats herself, then…Anna can hear it, Sam can feel it. The low growl.
LucarioTrainer: "You."
LucarioTrainer: "Took."
LucarioTrainer: "Her."
The Stormcloud lady is peeled away from her former victim by Malta.
Unfortunately, she is pushed back right in line with the other two Stormcloud trainers.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: How?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Meeps is there blocking her
[OOC] WC GM: Malta pecked her from the side.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Ah, alright.
Wild TRAINER used Mega Kick! Team Stormcloud is sent flying!
The male Stormclouds barely manage to recall their pokemon.
Sam Spade: "Do they still have her?"
StatuesqueTSMember: "We've got what we came for." She pulls out a smoke bomb and detonates it mid-air. The trio do not seem to land. Are they still in the smoke cloud?
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Going sorry…
[OOC] WC GM: NP, that's why we're wrapping the fight here.
[OOC] WC GM: 6 pokemon XP per trainer, distributed as you like.
Max Thorn: "… Nuts."
[OOC] WC GM: Which brings up something for Sam.
The smoke dissipates, revealing no Stormclouds.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Quite!
Malta cheeps. She closes her eyes…then cheeps excitedly.
Sam Spade: "Malta?"
Max Thorn: "…If I were to guess…"
Max Thorn: "…She's evolving?"
Malta starts to grow in seconds, becoming dramatically larger.
Max Thorn: "Congratulations!"
Malta has forgotten Quick Attack. Malta has learned Ember!
Max Thorn: "You now have a bigger bird…en."
Malta: "Fletch!"
Jack Layfield: "And whoa Malta…."
LucarioTrainer: "I know where they're going."
Sam Spade: "Malta! You look so pretty!"
LucarioTrainer: "You want to help?"
Malta: "Fletch!"
Jack Layfield: "I want to dropkick that Pichu into the sun."
Max Thorn: "Yes. Let's haul some butt."
Malta hops in place, turning to look at the Lucario Trainer.
Malta: "Fletch!"
LucarioTrainer: "Rustle Fields. Probably right to the ninja."
Sam Spade: "…Well. We did want to go there…"
Max Thorn: "Was kinda our next stop."
LucarioTrainer: "Heh. Figures. Fate."
Sam Spade: "Why the ninja?"
LucarioTrainer: "'Cause that's who I rescued her from."
Jack Layfield: "Why is the biggest group of losers I know working for ninja."
Max Thorn picks up, and then pockets, his survival guide. "Welp. No time like the present, right? And Tim did want to get a start in that direction while there was still light."
Jack Layfield: "Though it's tough luck for them, because I'm a bad enough dude to rescue a lucario."
Sam Spade: "Sounds about right, Jack."
Sam Spade: "Malta, will, um. Will you fit now?"
Malta hops back, and looks at Sam's shoulder.
Malta: "In…der?"
Max Thorn: "If not, I hope you didn't skip arm day."
Malta: "Fletch!"
Tim just…looks at the lucario trainer.
Malta takes to the sky.
Max Thorn: "We can rig up a falconer's gauntlet in Rustle Fields, I think."
Tim: "'Rescued', huh?"
The lucario trainer flinches, just a bit but Sam, Esme, Max, and even Jack notice it.
Jack Layfield: "So who are you anyway lady?"
Esme: "She's from the tournament, remember?"
Max Thorn: "I'd like to know about the circumstances surrounding that, actually…"
Jack Layfield: "Right."
Jack Layfield: "I mean, like, who are you who are you and why do you fight ninjas."
Jack Layfield: "And how can I fight ninjas?"
Jack Layfield: "Is there a market in ninja-fighting?"
LucarioTrainer: "Call me…Rese."
Rese: "Short for Teresa. Nobody still alive calls me that."
Rese: "Heh, not much of a market. More like…permanent hand crafted."
Jack Layfield: "Okay mysterious pause Rese."
Jack Layfield: "With the ominous comments about either murder or accidental death."
Jack Layfield: "You are extremely cool."
Rese blushes. "Th-thanks. Saw ya in Ice Cove. You ain't so bad yerself." She looks at Jack. "Mebbe, once we get that lucario back, I can take you on. They'll be having a contest soon."
Rese: "Anyway. Was my mother's lucario. Then the ninjas'. Figured should be mine - wasn't anything else to inhert."
Rese shrugs. "So, I stalked the ninjas, infiltrated, and…"
Tim scowls. "Stole."
Sam Spade: "And beat them at their own game?"
Jack Layfield: "Stole what was already stolen, that's kind of a wash."
Rese: "Diglett, dugtrio. She should be mine."
Tim: "Still. You admit to being a pokemon thief."
Rese: "…"
Jack Layfield: "Oh no, a member of the team of pokemon thieves has a problem with stealing pokemon."
Jack Layfield: "Surely he will see the uncool double standard he holds others to in a most unrighteous way."
Tim glares at Jack.
Tim: "We're not Team Rocket. We studied their mistakes."
Max Thorn: "Well. How'd the ninjas get the lucario in the first place?"
Esme: "Probably using ninja skills!"
Rese: "Off my mother's body." She glares at Tim.
Max Thorn: "So they stole it in the first place, then…?"
Rese: "Well…she was kind of dead by then."
Max Thorn: "Still stealing, to take something off a dead person's body that doesn't belong to you."
Max Thorn looks around. This is probably a good spot to camp for the night. Within minutes, he has tents up and a campfire going. And a big pot of stew on the make, too.
[OOC] WC GM: BTW, difficult General Education if you're studying Rese for details.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Eh, Chessa might like me for once.
Sam Spade rolled up 2d6: 12 (12)
[OOC] Sam Spade: …Um.
Max Thorn rolled up 2d6: 7 (7)
[OOC] Esme: honk honk honk
[OOC] Max Thorn: Take it and be happy.
Sam Spade: "…You look really familiar, Rese…."
Rese: "Err…aaaheh, heh…umm…"
Tim: "You noticed it too, huh?"
Esme: "Does she?"
[OOC] WC GM: Esme or Jack rolling?
Sam Spade: "Not her, but…her mom, maybe?"
[OOC] Esme: non
Jack Layfield rolled up 2d6: 6 (6)
Sam Spade: "Oh, wait."
Sam Spade: "…That Lucario belonged to-"
Rese screws her eyes closed. "Don't. Say. Her. Name."
Rese opens her eyes again, lined with tears, looking at Sam. "Please."
Sam Spade: "Okay."
Sam Spade: "…But I suppose that explains why Tim feels so strongly about this."
Jack Layfield: "Say what now?"
Tim shrugs. "Even if that is her daughter. Thooough maybe she has a point."
Sam Spade glares at Tim.
Sam Spade: "The Jaggies had to have let them know of the opportunity…"
Tim shakes his head. "Uh-uh. No one knew about the ninjas. They were like, well, ninjas."
Tim: "Though I guess that's why they were willing to take YOU in."
Rese rolls then wipes her eyes.
Jack Layfield: "Wait wait wait wait. Would my parents know her mother?"
Sam Spade: "Yes, definitely."
Tim: "Sam, are you going to tell them?"
Jack Layfield: "Are you going to keep being a little jerk to her?"
Jack Layfield: "And I think I can guess."
Tim: "Only what she's earned."
Sam Spade: "Well. In terms of 'children of the enemy,' I suppose Rese would be the number one."
Jack taps his forehead. "More going on in the brainpan here than most people suspect."
Tim: "Heh. We try not to keep grudges like that."
Esme: "He did say /try/."
Sam Spade: "Yeah."
Esme: "I don't even go that far."
Tim frowns. "She admitted to being a pokemon thief. Even if there are mitigating circumstances."
Tim: "Max, Esme, you know who she is?"
Esme: "Nope!"
Max Thorn distributes bowls of stew, then gets to work on dessert.
Tim sighs. "Then let me introduce Teresa, these days known as Rese, daughter of Amoda's last Champion."
Rese just GLARES.
You can almost hear Rese's teeth grind.
Tim: "What? I didn't say her name."
Rese's teeth grind louder.
Max Thorn headtits. "Doesn't matter to me. She's a person who wants her mother's pokemon back. I can respect that."
Esme: "Ah."
Sam Spade: "Also he's bad at not holding grudges and he thinks of you as a pokemon thief."
Tim: "Fine, fine. We'll help her. Just saying…and this wasn't spur of the moment, if she's really been planning this for years."
Tim: "I'm more miffed she'd betray her protectors."
Rese: "Don't care why they thought they kept me around."
Jack Layfield: "Protectors, oh, so she _was_ in danger? What's that about Team Jaeger not holding grudges?"
Rese: "They give me charity after doing that, I'll abuse it."
Max Thorn: "There are ways to secure loyalty. Denying someone a thing to remember their mother by is more of a way to guarantee *dis*loyalty."
Tim shrugs. "A threat doesn't have to actually exist, for you to try to protect someone from it."
Tim: "Before we get to Rustle Fields, you should know: the ninjas have been trouble for Team Jaeger."
Tim: "Supplies, pokemon, people…we've lost stuff to them. And haven't been able to find their base."
Tim: "So I won't be able to bail you out as well if you step out of line in sight of another Jaeger there."
Rese BLINKS. "Bail you…what?" She looks at the party.
Sam Spade: "Anna, are you listening?"
Sam Spade: "….Anna?"
Sam Spade fumes quietly.
Tim: "I think Anna went to bed already."
Max Thorn: "We're, ah…changing Amoda. One town at a time."
Tim: "We should tell her in the morning."
Tim: "Sam, you want to sleep next to her? That way if you and she get up early you can talk without waking the rest of us."
Max Thorn: "For the better, we hope."
Sam Spade blinks
Sam Spade: "Ah."
Jack Layfield: "When you're at rock bottom, everything looks like up."
Sam Spade: "….That…is logical…and I can come up with no good arguments against it."
[OOC] Max Thorn: …well, now I know what Tim's shipping. :V
[OOC] WC GM: Nah. His thoughts are roughly, to quote a certain Webcomic, "Let us chat as girls do."
[OOC] WC GM: Only, for Sam & Anna.
[OOC] Max Thorn: I wasn't being serious.
Tim: "So hey, on another topic. Before we left, Monica dropped off your, umm, 'paycheck'."
Tim hands over two bundles, one each for Sam and Esme.
Sam Spade: "Oh, great, thanks!"
Max Thorn passes around dessert. Which is s'mores.
Sam Spade: "…Oooh, yum!"
Jack Layfield: "Oh hey."
Sam's bundle is 150 ten-pokeyen coins, with a note, "Exact change, for the next time you shop."
Esme's bundle is a collection of fasteners, screws, joiners, and other shaped metal odds and ends she estimates at 1,500 pokeyen worth, with a note, "Since you can't dowse for these parts."
Tim sits down, looking glum and lost in thought until Sands stuffs a s'more into his mouth.
Sam Spade feeds Malta some s'more.
Rese sits next to Jack and noms, smiling.
Rese: "So. Any favorite, of your badges so far? Assuming you're on your journey."
Jack, now wolfing down smores, has one snatched out of his hands by Sandy, who looks very pleased with herself.
Jack Layfield: "Every time, every time, I could give her a helping of whatever I eat and she would still steal from my plate."
Sam Spade: "Personally? The Beach badge."
Rese: "Heh. Wants you t' not get fat."
Sam Spade: "Bruce looked so happy…"
Jack Layfield: "I gotta play favorites, my parent's badge was the best. I got to rocket around in go carts, help blow up a tank, jump onto an airship…."
Esme looks over her goody-bag of odds and ends. "Hmm… well she's not wrong about that. I'll save them for something nice!"
Max Thorn: "So far…? I like the Pack Ice Badge. We did some good work, there."
Esme: "I liked this town's the best, as far as badge earning went!"
Jack Layfield: "Was pretty hardcore. Real fighting spirit!"
Rese counts on her fingers. "And fluffy…Anna's a Tommize, right? So five towns, five favs."
Esme: "Yes."
Rese: "You going for nine or all eighteen?"
Jack Layfield: "As many as I can get."
Jack Layfield: "I want to meet all my parents' old friends. And see what crazy things they do. My parents are pretty calm now but from what I heard back in the day it was wild."
Rese smiles, looking up at the star-filled night sky. "Yeahhh…"
Rese: "Went with my ma here and there. Lots of regions, lots of places."
Max Thorn: "My goal's 18, personally. But I'm also aiming to be the region's Pokemon Professorâ„¢."
Rese: "Hmmh. And get storage back up?"
Rese: "My mom had an…account."
Esme: "Mmhm. I'm going to keep aiming for them as I go along, but my actual goals are more along the academic side of things…"
Jack Layfield: "I don't really set major goals, I just sort of DO THINGS, yaknow?"
Sam Spade: "I have to admit, to me the idea of getting 9 is then you say 'great, but I still have 9 more to get. I think."
Rese bites her lip and looks sideways at Jack. "Things ever do back to you?"
Jack Layfield: "Well this group of idiots with an angry cloud symbol on their chests annoy me a lot."
Esme shakes her head.
Jack Layfield: "But I don't really get what you mean?"
Rese: "I mean like this." With no warning, she hugs Jack and puts her lips on his.
Jack is briefly shocked, but kisses back.
Rese holds it for a bit, then lets him go and leans back, arms behind her supporting her weight, with a goofy smile. "Worth it~."
Jack Layfield: "Wooooooah…."
Jack Layfield: "Radical."
Sam Spade: "Huh."
Rese: "You wanna, share a sleeping bag tonight?"
Tim: "I'M GOING TO BED NOW!" He backs away from the gathering and noisily sets up his sleeping bag.
Max Thorn busies himself cleaning up and then setting up for breakfast…
Sam Spade: "That…was that a no?"
Anna Tommize: "I-I'm OK…"
Sam Spade: "I think it might have been a no but I'm not sure."
Anna Tommize: "W-with sharing…"
Sam Spade blinks
Anna Tommize fidgets and looks up at Rese.
[OOC] WC GM: WB Lapis.
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Change of plans again. Ugh.
Anna sees Rese looking at Jack.
Jack Layfield: "You move fast, really fast. But then so do I…Wait."
Anna Tommize looks down at the floor, her expression crestfallen.
Rese giggles.
Jack Layfield: "Though I think we've scared Tim. He might be afraid of the cooties."
[OOC] Anna Tommize: …Well played.
Rese: "Ah, he's got his shield. 'Sides, we can just not make noise."
Max Thorn proceeds to agree with Tim, only more quietly.
[OOC] WC GM: Anyway - fast forward to morning, if there's nothing else?
Jack has totally missed Anna's expression.
[OOC] Jack Layfield: and probably yes tasteful fade to black
[OOC] WC GM: The plan was to fade to black before they got in the sack, yes. Just making sure there's nothing else from anyone before then.
The next morning sees Tim conspicuously trying not to include Jack's and Rese's sleeping bag in his line of sight as he makes breakfast.
Sam Spade takes the time to warn Anna about how sensitive the Jaggies are about Rustle Fields.
Anna Tommize gnaws absent mindedly on a biscuit, not seeming to think of much of anything.
Max Thorn is also engaged in the process of breakfast-making, so it must be something that requires two chefs.
Esme is over to the side of camp, with clear bags under her eyes. She's got some contraption hooked up to her glove, as she sits in the center of some rune circle. Looks like found something to keep herself busy all night.
Jack Layfield: Jack is awakened by a judgmental Sandy poking at the sleeping bag with her snout.
Anna Tommize kind of nods along with Sam's warning. She doesn't seem to be listening.
Rese is a picture of peace and bliss, sleeping on her side next to Jack.
Meeps is quietly bleeting at her. The message seems to be "We can't trust anyone but each other, OK" ?
Jack scrambles to get himself out of sleeping bag with dignity before Sandy wakes Reese.
It does not go well.
Max Thorn ponders. "Hey Sandy…" he says quietly.
Esme looks up and over. "…Aand they're up."
Her expression not changing an inch, Rese reaches out to grab Sandy's snout about half an inch before it could make contact with her.
[OOC] Sam Spade: Picture of sleep and bliss…raised by ninjas.
[OOC] WC GM: Very much so.
Sandy: "Snnnnnnnnnddddlllll." Muffled yelps and struggling from the prankster Sandile.
Esme: "Gonna just plug this in here…" She pulls out Lucrece's pokeball, and locks it into her palm. "So are we planning to go straight to ninjas? How does one find ninjas?"
[OOC] Max Thorn: fwiw Max is trying to set up mischief for the *next* morning.
Max Thorn: "With a ninja."
Esme: "Ah. Like Dragons and Ghosts."
Rese lets Sandy go, yawns and stretches, and slowly gets up.
Tim: "I have a map of lots of places they aren't."
Rese: "Weren't."
Tim glares.
Rese makes her way over to breakfast as Tim plates it up. "What? Did you think the base DIDN'T move around all the time?"
Anna Tommize looks away and absentmindedly rubs Meeps.
Rese looks at Anna, blinks, then heads over and pats her on the head. "Hey. I'm sorry."
Rese: "I promise you…"
[OOC] Sam Spade: Pause so Meeps can thundershock?
Rese: "…once we get my lucario back we'll have that battle."
Anna Tommize lowers her head.
Anna Tommize: "Y-yeah…OK."
[OOC] Anna Tommize: Awww…Poor Anna…<3
Anna Tommize: "B-but…please don't pat my head…"
Anna Tommize: "M-Meeps doesn't…"
Rese: "Eh? But you're fluffy!"
Jack Layfield: "I still don't get why Team Stormcloud would take the Lucario to the ninjas."
Anna Tommize flinches.
Rese does take her hand back, though.
Meeps Baaaaahs.
Anna Tommize: "I-I dun think Meeps likes it…"
Tim: "Mercenaries."
Anna Tommize hides beneath her mass of hair.
Tim chews some sausage. "'sh my bet."
Jack Layfield: "They've never seemed competent enough to either hire mercenaries or even contact ninjas."
Max Thorn: "They've done some pretty stupid things on the basis of bad intel before."
Max Thorn munches on a breakfast burrito.
Sam Spade: "Yeah."
Sam Spade: "Let's be honest, they're not exactly the sharpest tools in the drawers."
Sam Spade: "If the ninjas showed up and told them that Rese had kidnapped their good friend Lucario, they'd buy it."
Jack Layfield: "Yeah, that's true…"
Esme: "We shouldn't have too much troubl-Ah!" she flicks her hand from a spark. "-finding them, if the last two times was any indication. Ah, could someone bring me one of those burritos? It took too long to draw this thing."
Jack Layfield: "Still, it feels like we're missing part of this boondoggle."
Tim takes a burrito over to Esme, along with a small cloth soaked in cold water.
Jack Layfield: "Boondoggle is a word boring people use, right?"
Anna Tommize: "My Mom liked it a lot…"
Max Thorn: "Not one for this kind of thing, but yes."
Jack Layfield: "Dang."
Esme: "Ah, thanks." She stuffs it into her mouth. "Mmmmph!"
Max Thorn: "A boondoggle is basically a project of no discernible value but which receives a lot of resources despite that perception."
Tim: "Well, if we don't find the rest of the pieces before we get to town, I'm we'll find them there."
[OOC] WC GM: Any further lines before logend?
[OOC] Esme: gonna finish using this here feature cuz I like being a wizard
Esme gulps down her last bite. "Ok! Let's see if this explodes." She touches her free hand to the circle, and the symbols faintly light up. Clenching her glove-hand, the ball begins to spin, with violet sparks arcing over it… "So far s-" and her, shortly thereafter. "s-s-s-sooo g-goo-good!"
Anna Tommize turns her head slowly to watch the flashy lights. Oooh…
Tim backs away from the circle, head tilted the opposite of Anna but watching just the same.
The light rises in strength… and then flashes! Then nothing. Esme sizzles, and coughs.
Esme: "I… think that-*cough*- worked? Still needs tuning."
Sam Spade: "What was it supposed to do?"
[OOC] Sam Spade: Oh rite wrap-up
Esme unlatches the pokeball and tosses it. "Well-" Lucrece pops out. Though much more… purple… and gooey? "HAHA! Take that, NATURE!"
Tim: "Did Lucrece evolve?"
Max Thorn: "…Nice upgrade."
Esme: "Nope!" She squints her eyes. "…At least I don't think so."
Max Thorn: "Form changed, anyway. Whether that's an evolution or not depends on whether it's reversible."
[OOC] Max Thorn: Leaving aside Mega Evolution bullshit, that is.
Esme squishes its cheeks. "But now they're squishy! And should be more like me, so…" She checks with her pokedex. "…Poisonous."
Tim: "A poison-type porygon. Huh."
Esme dusts herself off. "In any case, hypothesis proven. Let's get some ninjas."
Max Thorn: "…hmm. You'll have to walk me through that sometime."

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