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    “I’m not either. I have no idea what's going on. You’re human too, aren’t you? Or were human, I guess. Now you’re a Clobbopus.” Until he...they, er, the Falinks voiced it Shawn hadn't quite thought about it so directly. Yeah, he's a Clobbopus now wasn't he? If he had to be a Pokemon a Galar fighting type wasn't the worst he could have become but...wait, no, that wasn't the damn point! "This is way too messed up." Shawn said as he looked around at the waking Pokemon. Were they all humans then? Humans somehow trapped in Pokemon bodies and brought...wherever this was. He almost missed what the Falinks said next. Which was a real gut punch, or maybe Sucker Punch was more accurate, during all this madness. "NewGamePlus, you gotta be joking..." He recognized the name. It was one of the few things that he could remember so it cut through the fog. He didn't know them well but he knew the name. One of the people from the forum. Despite having intentionally went up to only one of them most of the rest of the Pokemon, humans, whatever, began coming up to introduce themselves. A lot of them gave names that sounded like they were part of the forum too, and a couple he knew damn well were, which only made this weirder. For whatever reason he was sent here with a bunch of people he vaguely knew online. He was sure they expected him to announce who he was too but hell no he wasn't going to do that. Especially with his reputation he couldn't imagine that'd go well. So he stayed silent instead. This felt especially a good idea after a few introductions in. Zeta was a familiar sounding name and he was sure he knew who that Chespin was. And if he was remembering right both him and the Zorua weren't people he wanted to reveal his name to. No one seemed to know what to do and Shawn wasn't exactly full of ideas. He didn't like this place that was sure and the more he stayed here the more uncomfortable and on edge he felt. To the point where, when the Cubone asked "What do we do now? Is there a way out across that water?" he couldn't help but snap back. "And how're we supposed to know? Doesn't seem like any of us know anything does it?" He felt bad as soon as he did, given how the Cubone had been crying moments ago, but he just pushed that down and began moving, somewhat reluctantly, towards the Chespin and Zorua. "I don't care if we stick together or not but if you all intend to then we probably should follow the one that's wandering off ."
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    Alois, Penelope, and Citron Mene smiled at the kind words of both of the girls, eyes drooping slightly with exhaustion. "Nay, I couldn't possibly fall asleep afore my guests. T'wouldn't be right." She covered a yawn. "Though I reckon I'll sit down fer a spell, just to git off these legs." The woman sank down on the bed, sagging like an empty waterskin. After a few seconds, she looked up. "Ye should rest as well. I knows Edrick's after getting the bed, an' Alois and—" she shot a quick glance at Penelope, "ye are gonna sleep here, but," she turned to Citron, "ye should's find a place as well. I won't 'ear another word about workin' wiv that arm of yours naow. Maybe we can fit ye here if'n we make some room." The woman rose, tawny eyes fierce as the wind filled her sails once more. She busied herself with fluffing the blankets and lifting various small items to place outside. Would anybody offer to help her, she would refuse. Eventually she paused, hands hovering over a wooden storage chest, before picking that up as well to bring outside. Gunther and Tsetseg Phai peered at Tsetseg in worry, waving a hand in front of the archer's face. "Um… A-Are you all right? You're not, uh, turning into an animal as well, are you?" Her own face whitened in fear. "Oh no! I really hope not. I don't know what to do at all if that curse comes back…" The militia girl held her breath when Timmy was carried back up by Garinphasia, though the boy himself seemed much more carefree. "Whoee! Bet nae e'en Alois can says as 'e's ridden a whyburn afore!" The boy cheered after reaching the top, jumping up and down with his arms raised over his head like palm fronds. "Finally, ootta there! Ah reckon ah woulda started growin' roots afore long." He turned to Garinphasia. "Yer a good'un Miss Faceya!" He then turned to Raki. "Thankee kindly, Raki." "Naow…" Timmy faced the others, "whaddaya says to us all gittin' back to the village? Ah gots sum things to tell Missus Mene. You too, Raki. Ahm thinkin' ye shoold come along this time. I donts want tae leave ye oot 'ere by yerself if'n one of those pair o'baddies comes back." Link A familiar voice rang up from the bottom floor, though Link heard it most clearly from the broken window. "Hello?" A few solid thumps. "Hello there? We're Catriona's friends!" The bickering stopped before the whispers began anew, followed by stamping feet before a door creaked open and footsteps were heard…and grew quieter. The corridor where Link stood was undisturbed. However, it wasn’t long before Link heard the scrape of the door leading into the hallway from somebody pulling it open. From the mercenary’s position around the corner, they wouldn’t see him, but he would have to act fast to remain undetected. Edrick and Ciela There was silence until there was not. A sudden thump was shortly followed by several more in succession, as if somebody was sliding down multiple stairs. "Ow…" a voice whined. Silence reigned once more until the thumping resumed, approaching the door. The voice muttered a curse. Finally, a click, and then a pause before the door swung open suddenly, narrowly avoiding bashing Edrick in the face. "Hello, hello, welcome to Lord Gaston's most uh—what was that word—humdrum house, dear guests!" The man who stood there possessed a feminine face striped by sideburns and framed by soft brown curls. His belly strained at the polished metal buttons of a maroon vest while he waddled forward on legs that were both too wide and too short for his pants, if the scrapes over his form and the redness of his nose were any indication. He gave the two a wide, buck-toothed smile. "What can I do you for—I mean, do for you?" Most of the others would recognize the doorman as Hanikap Lefou. However, to Edrick and Ciela, who had been heavily injured or passed out earlier, he was a complete stranger. OOC
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    Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, ‘Who is the Lord?’ Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God. -Proverbs 30:8-9 NIVOh, this wasn’t good. Melissa had dealt with crowds before, obviously, and she realized as soon as she stepped out of the cab that if she’d been thinking about it a little bit harder, she probably could have expected something like this -- the place was an arena and looked the part, of course people would be all grouped up at such a grand point of interest. It was a problem, but it wasn’t that much of a problem anymore. The problem was that she was now, somehow, a point of interest. As Melissa waded through the halls trying to find anything that looked familiar from her previous and only other visit, she couldn’t help but notice the constant stares pointed in her direction. The fact that they were stares made it even worse. If she had been, say, just dressed slightly oddly, out of place in a new environment, they probably would have been just glances, things she would just catch out of the corner of her eye before they saw her looking back and quickly looking away. Then, she could chalk it up as just that. It would still hurt; it would still place the experience on the miserable side, but she would have been able to manage better than the outright social hostility she was currently facing. She was pretty sure one person was even recording her on their watch, or at least taking a picture. They didn’t stop when she looked over either. Really, the only comforts she took were that firstly, she was here for a reason, and could go and have a good long stay in one of the arena’s many facilities as soon as that reason had been accomplished (or back home if she managed to be brave enough), secondly, that she wasn’t alone in this endeavor, even if she looked it, and thirdly, the occasional whisper emanating out from the crowd that reached her ears: “Who is that, anyway?” Despite her nominal importance, enough to be treated as she was, they didn’t recognize her. That, at least, brought back that sense of vagary she so desired. Maybe the people of Prana just had different cultural norms about this sort of thing. It was one more thing to ask about, at any rate. She found a receptionist and decided to ask them for help, ringing the small bell on the desk to get his attention off of his watch. Thankfully, the receptionist didn’t seem to know who she was either, even if that did make it a bit awkward when she said, “Um, actually I have an appointment with Mauvache,” and she had to watch him scramble. “Didn’t you already… No, that was someone else. R-right, sorry!” He hastily checked something on a screen and said “Ah, um, yes. I see now. Sorry! You can just take that elevator there.” The receptionist pointed in a direction that was neither the right towards the ticket counter nor left towards the bathrooms (though it was, of course, nice to know where those were), and Melissa followed the point. Really, she wasn’t sure how she missed the elevator in the first place. Even without its ornate design, it had a big sign right next to it saying exactly where it led, exactly who should be using it, and exactly what would happen to those who didn’t heed that second one. It was almost worrisome. “Is Mauvache going to kill me if I ask the wrong question?” she wondered. If she’s not going to smite you down for hurling obscenities at her, it stands to reason she’ll likely just not answer any wrong questions, the angels responded, though if that was supposed to comfort her -- even discounting the sarcasm embedded in the answer, something they were picking up with disturbing regularity -- it still made her worry about which questions were the wrong ones in the first place. Still, she’d made it this far. Even if she turned back now, the crowd was still there, right behind her. Her limbs were shaking a little, sure, but she didn’t hesitate as the elevator doors opened and she rode the thing all the way to Mauvache’s office. “I guess the first thing I have to say is an apology,” Melissa said as she entered. Skipping the pleasantries was probably a faux pas of its own, but this was important. “The last time I was here, I lost my temper. It’s something that won’t happen again, certainly not this time.”
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    Just a heads-up, of the five different media this Satoshi Kon project has been/will be covering, Millennium Actress is my favorite. I will hear no slander about this movie. (insert "in print it's libel" joke here) (anyway go read the blog post)
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    His dream was fading. It wasn't as if he remembered most of his dreams, but he could feel the warmth coming from the voice. It gave him faint words of encouragement, but he could barely make it all out. Soon, the voice was drowned out entirely by repetitious dripping. Had someone forgotten to turn the bathroom sink off? How incosiderate. His thoughts were interrupted when a droplet splashed on top of his head. Had he fallen asleep underneath the sink!? That would be a first! He had been up all night the evening before, trying to get some splice orders done, maybe he passed out while brushing his teeth. Jamie sat up straight. He went to brush the water out of his hair, but was met with a smooth, and hard surface. Had he gone bald!? He groggily opened his eyes, finding he could only see out of two holes, as if he were wearing a Halloween mask. He blinked a couple of times. This was the weirdest way he had ever woken up. Maybe he was still in a dream! Where was that voice coming from, from before? His limited field of vision caused him to turn his head from side to side. He finally got a good scan of the room. The walls were rocky, and the area was filled with a pool of water. Water? Cave?! Where the heck was he!? Jamie looked around some more, and found a group of.....POKEMON!? And they were all talking with each other!? AND HE COULD UNDERSTAND THEM!? He was getting dizzy. He was getting light-headed. This was all so much to take in. He would've fallen over, if he hadn't caught himself with the bone club he held in his hand. BONE CLUB!? The shock almost caused him to drop it, but it felt glued to his hand. It was then that he realized what he was....what he had become. "I'M A CUBONE!?!" He shouted out loud, almost drowning out the arguing that was happening now amongst the others. This dream was crazy. He had heard of lucid dreaming before, but he'd never tried his hand at it before. Why would he be so good at it now. Another drop of water tapped against his head...well...the skull covering his head. It travelled down his forehead, and into one of the eye holes of the skull. The water was so cold it sent a shiver down his spine...and so did the realization that he had felt the water itself. This wasn't a dream...this was happening for real! Jamie plopped down on the ground, as his eyes began to well with tears. "This isn't home....I wanna go home..." He said, as he began to sob. Through the tears, he could see the other Pokemon of the cave had already gotten themselves together. What would his brother do in this situation? With tears still soaking his cheeks, Jamie walked over to the group with his Bone Club trailing behind him on the ground. He hiccupped, his voice still shaky. They were all offering introductions now. And they all seemed to be using their usernames from that forum. At least he was somewhat familiar with these people. Sniffling, he was able to get out a sentence. "I...I'm Hera....HeraX....pronounced Hera....Heracross. But I'm obviously not a Heracross...so call me Cross...I guess...." He was still wiping the tears from underneath his helmet. This was so embarrassing. "What do we do now? Is there a way out across that water?"
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