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fallers_rpg2019-12-29 03:19 pm
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[INTERMISSION] JANUARY 2 - SWARM! FARMING POKEMON FREE FOR ALL!
[LET'S START THE NEW YEAR WITH A BANG]
In the new year on Alola, the islands are as pleasant as ever. The sun rises upon a relatively warm climate, the tropical air still chilly from the night before. On Akala specifically this is no different- pokemon are allowed out in to the fields at Paniola ranch, and the air is filled with nothing but quiet rustling sounds from the grass and the distinct hum of nincada.
And then-
"HHHEEEEEE...CHAR!"
The SNEEZE is heard.
Flame rises up into the air like a stringshot directly heavenward, a bright bolt that grabs the attention of everything around. And from there-
Oh.
Oh no.
Chaos.
[CHAOS INDEED]
How Leon made it to Paniola Ranch when he was supposed to be going to the Aether Foundation to converse over some details of what he'd done in the recent weeks alongside one of the Fallers is ultimately irrelevant, because it's Leon. It's sort of his thing. What isn't perhaps his thing, is his Charizard getting a nasty case of hayfever and spooking everything around them with a sneeze.
The various herding pokemon of the ranch have gone nanabs. Alongside the native pokemon of the ranch, entire crowds of already skittish creatures who have been wandering out through smaller wormholes from various regions of the world as of late are also set off, fleeing from the tentatively accepted shelters of their would be rescuers in panic. Within hours, they're all over Akala island- clustering in droves, moving place to place whenever they feel threatened again.
Ultimately, one could catch from the mess of course- but the Ranch hands at Akala would really appreciate it if people could just help bring the herds back. They're just scared, and need somewhere safe!
[THE BIG!]
Many of the larger pokemon are finding refuge in the wilds- though more headstrong sorts, like Tauros, are looming angrily on the direct routes, charging at anyone who might be in their way. Roaming in herds, they're inclined to fight first and run away later- which is especially threatening if it's a cluster of miltank using roll out.
Ponyta, their Galaran counterparts, Tauros, Miltank, and even Mudbray are the primary culprits of this nonsense, stampeding about and ruining the roads with their hooves. It's frankly a blessing that their older counterparts where applicable are nowhere to be seen- can you imagine the damage from Mudsdale?
[THE SMALL...]
The smaller ones however...that's where the real chaos hits.
While the larger of pokemon are rushing about through the roads and routes, various 'softer' pokemon have apparently decided that lawns and even rooftops are a better idea. Filling city after city and tromp-ling along between them with pitter pattery hooves, the goat-likes and sheep-likes can be seen bleating their upset and chewing up everyone's flowers.
That, or sunbathing on the roof. The local Jennys are at a complete loss on how to get all of them down given that it's not something they've really dealt with before, and with all the route complications happening elsewhere, they're really stretched thin! Mareep, Skiddo, and Wooloo can all be found throughout the towns at various points over the course of the week or so, until at last the final ones are herded back home.
Eventually.
[AND SO,]
And so, by the end of the week, the Ranch should be full again. Everyone is grateful- from Kiawe's family to the various dog pokemon whose job it was to try and corral all the cute beasties back into place. As thanks for helping out, everyone should get a chance to enjoy some Moomoo milk and cheese- it tastes great with crackers!
In the new year on Alola, the islands are as pleasant as ever. The sun rises upon a relatively warm climate, the tropical air still chilly from the night before. On Akala specifically this is no different- pokemon are allowed out in to the fields at Paniola ranch, and the air is filled with nothing but quiet rustling sounds from the grass and the distinct hum of nincada.
And then-
"HHHEEEEEE...CHAR!"
The SNEEZE is heard.
Flame rises up into the air like a stringshot directly heavenward, a bright bolt that grabs the attention of everything around. And from there-
Oh.
Oh no.
Chaos.
[CHAOS INDEED]
How Leon made it to Paniola Ranch when he was supposed to be going to the Aether Foundation to converse over some details of what he'd done in the recent weeks alongside one of the Fallers is ultimately irrelevant, because it's Leon. It's sort of his thing. What isn't perhaps his thing, is his Charizard getting a nasty case of hayfever and spooking everything around them with a sneeze.
The various herding pokemon of the ranch have gone nanabs. Alongside the native pokemon of the ranch, entire crowds of already skittish creatures who have been wandering out through smaller wormholes from various regions of the world as of late are also set off, fleeing from the tentatively accepted shelters of their would be rescuers in panic. Within hours, they're all over Akala island- clustering in droves, moving place to place whenever they feel threatened again.
Ultimately, one could catch from the mess of course- but the Ranch hands at Akala would really appreciate it if people could just help bring the herds back. They're just scared, and need somewhere safe!
[THE BIG!]
Many of the larger pokemon are finding refuge in the wilds- though more headstrong sorts, like Tauros, are looming angrily on the direct routes, charging at anyone who might be in their way. Roaming in herds, they're inclined to fight first and run away later- which is especially threatening if it's a cluster of miltank using roll out.
Ponyta, their Galaran counterparts, Tauros, Miltank, and even Mudbray are the primary culprits of this nonsense, stampeding about and ruining the roads with their hooves. It's frankly a blessing that their older counterparts where applicable are nowhere to be seen- can you imagine the damage from Mudsdale?
[THE SMALL...]
The smaller ones however...that's where the real chaos hits.
While the larger of pokemon are rushing about through the roads and routes, various 'softer' pokemon have apparently decided that lawns and even rooftops are a better idea. Filling city after city and tromp-ling along between them with pitter pattery hooves, the goat-likes and sheep-likes can be seen bleating their upset and chewing up everyone's flowers.
That, or sunbathing on the roof. The local Jennys are at a complete loss on how to get all of them down given that it's not something they've really dealt with before, and with all the route complications happening elsewhere, they're really stretched thin! Mareep, Skiddo, and Wooloo can all be found throughout the towns at various points over the course of the week or so, until at last the final ones are herded back home.
Eventually.
[AND SO,]
And so, by the end of the week, the Ranch should be full again. Everyone is grateful- from Kiawe's family to the various dog pokemon whose job it was to try and corral all the cute beasties back into place. As thanks for helping out, everyone should get a chance to enjoy some Moomoo milk and cheese- it tastes great with crackers!
sheep, song,,,
See, after having some time to stew over how dare anyone interact with his stuff, he decided that he wanted an explanation and set off to hunt Jonouchi down. Except then he realized that he had no idea where to look. Aloha isn't Domino, and the Spirit couldn't check with the Ring either, not now that there is no Ring... so. He. well, he tried wandering aimlessly for a while, but it started to feel like a waste of effort before long. So. Technically, he's just been sitting here on someone's porch, with a magazine open on his lap. He doesn't know or care what the magazine's about, the mimikyu sitting on his head is the one reading the thing.
He's noticed the sudden incursion of farm-pokemon. They've been giving him a wide berth since the mimikyu scolded one for trying to eat her magazine, but the creatures are everywhere today, what's with that?
Then he hears the whistling... someone's collecting the creatures, about time. The goatherd-whistling is familiar enough that - wait. How did he identify... that... OK! He'd registered it as familiar, but the instant he actually pays attention to th sound, that is. That's an Egyptian goatherd. Ancient Egyptian, the Thief-King's the one who found it familiar. The Ring-Spirit looks around for the source and - fuckin. it's Jonouchi.
So of course the Ring-Spirit stands and stalks over, outraged. "What is wrong wi'd 'ou??" Explain your increasing weirdness!
He's. He's still holding the magazine open for the mimikyu. who is sitting on his head.
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Caught, again!
Mid whistle even, it's all very odd. Katsuya frowns as the spirit stalks over however, not especially pleased to see the one who sent him spiralling into misery the other day. Or at least, terror. Something.
He sure does hope this guy doesn't ask to get an explanation because as much as he Kinda has one now, he doesn't Want to. So!
"Th' hell do y' mean, wha's wrong?" he snaps back. "I'm gettin' these pokemon back t'gether, 's a good thing! What abou' you huh? When's your nose gettin' back t'gether!"
1/2
2/2
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"What's wrong w' me is tha' if you ain' careful, I'm gonna be puttin' my foot in y'r face, tha's what!" he growls, finding himself oddly defensive of the 'souls' the spirit is talking about. "Here's an idea- how abou' you tell me what makes 'm all yours first, an maybe then I'll take a minute t' figure out why I'm hearin' 'm, capiche?"
1/?
2/?
The mimikyu takes offense and swats him with her 'tail' stick. The Ring-Spirit just snarls at her too, knocking her off his head with a sweeping motion. She starts grumbling as she tries to resettle herself a few feet away, and glowers at the Spirit. He doesn't even notice, how rude.
3/?
4/5
"There's - yes just - smaller steps - will you focus?" The Ring-Spirit is now just hissing incoherently at himself.
"And - no - for fuck's sa-NO, AGREEMENT, points of AGREEMENT - Items! The Items!" oh huzzah the brats are at least paying attention now "What makes the Items," oh finally they're on board he can get back in sync "they ARE the Items -"
5/5
the.
the Items are gone.
The Ring-Spirit's head goes silent, and the Spirit just. stops. His eyes unfocus in growing horror as he watches logic-dots finally connecting.
holy incoherency batman!
But then....then it gets weird.
"O...oii..." Really weird. Like possession, he wants to say, or... "...Oi, th' hell's goin on w' you..?" he starts, narrowing his eyes. He's about to act more seriously on the question- maybe grab for the other, try to sort it out. Except then-
They ARE the Items-
Katsuya drops the stick.
Takes a step back, once again.
"Th' hell do you mean, 'are'?" he manages to croak out, eyes wide with growing horror. This time it's not a flashback he's having. It's a proper memory. A real one, from the computerized world, with the chamber of unknown, unspeakable horrors-
'What happened here?' he asked, unable to see what sat in the great stone.
'Tragedy, Merea,' spoke the white spirit.
"Th...There's only seven righ'?" he weakly protests, even forcing a 'smile' to his face as if it could convince himself that it's some cruel joke he's being told. "There were seven, y' can' put... ninety...n..."
He shakes. He keeps shaking, but this time instead of a memory it's just from horror.
"That's why..?"
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"No. There's none." The horror's fading from his eyes, but it's not being replaced by anything.
He wants his village back. "There's NONE."
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Lunging forward he grabs for the other's front, fingers digging into fabric and holding tightly as he snarls in the other's face. "Answer my fucking question," he hisses, breathing heavy with fear and rage alike. "What do you KNOW? Ninety-nine people DIED!" Katsuya roars, the goats and sheep around him now staring quietly as the air grows still. "SO IF YOU KNOW WHY, YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW!"
1/2
His components don't prompt him one way or another, they're still pretty hung up on Kul Elna being gone. Thanks guys, you're such a help to have around.
He stares back at Jonouchi. What does he want to say? Anything? Everything? Which everything or anything.
2/2
Because fuck this.
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And one can practically feel the tension moving toward it- the tightening grip on the shirt, just before one would release and pull the hand back and...
That doesn't happen.
Instead he sees spots of gold-red-orange-gold, hears the screams, hears-
Be proud! This is for the Pharaoh you know!
(But ahh, he recalls, he knew that wasn't quite right. After all the Pharaoh didn't-)
Katsuya throws the spirit back and down, still seething with rage. His eyes are narrowed with the emotion, but conflict of some kind twists across his face all the same, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
And somehow, he manages to say the first thing that comes to mind, an echo of the past coming forward on his lips.
"Better luck next time then, whoever y' are..!"
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The mimikyu off to the side stirs a bit - she's ready to intervene if she decides things are going too far. Things are still within her I'll Allow It bounds for now though.
"...Yeah." Now what? The Ring-Spirit stares up at the sky, smirk fading to something almost bittersweet. "...Wonder if there was even enough left for Ammit..." Maybe they couldn't even get that far, maybe he can still find them? ....He really doesn't want to think about any of this. He feels sick.
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He takes a deep breath. He picks up the stick- and gives that...eeriely familiar whistle...
"Better question," he snorts bitterly, the anger still in his voice as he moves to lead the herd away.
"She gonna catch me?"
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He's probably stuck running on automatic for a while. The Spirit wonders idly if he'll end up collapsing or snapping out of it first. He's never been without a secondary driver before. Having a body to yourself sucks, actually,,
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"...Geeze, yer an idiot," he finally says, before carrying on with the pokemon gathered about him.
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Aaand with that dealt with, the idiot in question has officially Checked Out.