"Looking into therapy for that..."
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"Looking into therapy for that..."
Yes I'd like to meet our gamemaster my self as well. As Ethan grabs a rather large Tauros steak onto his plate and an assortment of leafy greens for Ollie.
Paul just ignores the dead Pidgey.
Come on, Copycat. Don't resort to parlor tricks; it's beneath you. I came in here annoyed at your juvenile nature, and I'm leaving with genuine gratitude toward you for helping me understand a little more about the world. Can't we just shake hands, or the psychic equivalent, and part amicably as fellow nutcases?
She smiles at Gerald. Wasn't even a criticism, just a simple correction. A sort of laughter follows the thought. Reuniting with Aquilla was putting her in too good of a mood compared to normal.
Romeo looks around for alcohol. If he finds any, he drinks till he passes out.
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The two of you begin to dig in.
"She'll be here later. She has some- er, unfinished bussiness to attend to."
At that the door opens. The Jynx from earlier walks in, sees you, then rushes at you.
The man looks at you with a grin as you laugh. "Please, dig in!"
It takes a few shots, but eventually you hit the ground, unconcious.
I'm not dragging his unconscious arse out of here.
She says something in Unovan, then corrects herself. "I am!" She finishes her salad and grabs one of the Tauros steaks that she saw grabbed earlier. It is not as good as Sawsbuck, but still good after almost nothing that day. What sort of business? The game is over, is it not? She looks at the passed out Romeo. "I'll take him, seeing as Paul is missi- oh-ho, I see where you guys..." She goes from laughing to feeling a shred of sympathy for Paul.
Gerald eats his sandwich before grabbing some food for Sparky and Joe.
"I'll help. Can use my crate if needed, and I'll find a different one."
Aquilla takes a little nibble of the steak. "Please, you think pretty-boy will survive a single night on the street alone? Still, need to put him up somewhere. No way he's staying with me."
He has a hotel room. That means he has a way to access it and thus a way to find it.
Paul sighs.
I'm honestly not sure if this qualifies as being a poor loser or a poor winner. It somehow manages to feel like both.
He tests his connection with the Jynx to see if it is still active.
"Great. One of you lead the way when we're done here." She looks to their hosts. "Not to sound like we are in a hurry."
"Or we sleep at the Center, I guess. Have some money for getting patched up now, and helping Joe."
He gets a bowl of fruit for Sparky together while pulling out some more bitter foods for Joe, both of which eat with gusto.
"Well, the prize business!" he shouts joivily. "Once our host gives our other guest their present, you can get yours!" he says happily.
The Channeling seems to have dissapeared; apparently there is a maximum distance on it.
The Jynx walks towards you, arms extended, lips pushed outwards.
"We can provide you with rooms!" the man says. "That and presents! Gifts for the victors!"
The food is really good; almost worth it on its own for going through that madhouse. Almost.
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"Have other things I need to do, and would actually like Ethan and Arte's help, honestly."
Also, a name. Though I was going to have Romeo double check...
The extreme happiness of the hosts begins to make Artemis a bit uncomfortable. She remembered old myths about places with friendly hosts and good food. They didn't end well normally. She pushes her half eaten Tauros steak away. The joy of Aquilla's safety had worn off and the same old Artemis was back. "Eh, something suddenly stopped agreeing with me." She looks at what her hosts were thinking. How had she let her guard down? She had let Romeo hug her earlier for crying out loud!
Let me know what you need. I suddenly am getting a very weird feeling about this place and would like nothing more than to take our gifts and get the Void out of here.
Paul turns around and presents his ample posterior toward the Pokemon.
That's right; your master has brought you here to send some kind of message, using you as a puppet. Well, this message is mine: Kiss. My. Big. Fat. Poorly Groomed. Butt.
He smacks his clothed keyster for emphasis, causing a bit of visible jiggling.
Kiss it!
Would you mind if I charted the nerve endings in your right arm and how they interact? It'd require some general movements, but if I can get that, I can get the implant done tonight if I can find an alakazam with a fine enough touch and interest.
Love to. I have no plans this evening. Prolios jumps on her lap and grabs the rest of her steak, finishing it off.
I think you might have been more attractive as the Jynx.
He guffaws.
Oh, I wish I could say I was getting the same joy out of life as you, you little tart. We're about as alone as anyone can be in a house full of Psychics, and I have to admit I've always been a little jealous of how you turned a total lack of impulse control into a world-famous public persona. When I started down a similar path the media descended on me like a pack of jackals.
He scratches Buck's head.
Or perhaps that is just a sign my impulses are the type that need to be controlled. Enough about me. How are you? Is the elaborate torture house a fun pasttime for you, or is there some greater purpose you strive towards? I can certainly see where it might be of value in experimentation...if you could stomach the potential madness that might result.
"This?" she says, gesturing around. "It's fun. I have all this money, might as well spend it on a funhouse, you know?" she says as if it is obvious. "Screw with some random people. and it's good for keeping my crew sharp as well. We don't get nearly as many jobs as we used to," she says trailing off for a second.
"We get by. Most of our jobs are still from Rocket, which I've heard you're trying to get into through the grapevine," she says. "Suprised?"
"But your prize! We chose a special one, just for you!" she says, obviously happy. "We hope you like it!" she says, handing you a Pokeball. "It's an earlier form of that one you almost got it in with," she says. "Oh! And some money. For some reason people always ask for that," she says, dumping a sac of coin in your hand.
SpoilerLevel 8 Female Smoochum, Modest, Forewarn, Knows Flash as an Egg Move.
^5,000
Given nigh-unlimited funds I would likely have created a house of hedonism filled to the brim with drugs and hookers. And in fact I did that for quite a long time. So I can't fault you for similarly using your cash to create something to make you happy, and screw everyone else. I used to think we didn't have much in common, but that seems not to be true any longer. I'm not sure which of us has changed more to make that the case.
As for you and your team, I can only hope I get to work with you again. Heck, I get set up I might even come here and help you torture some newbies sometime. You make it look like a blast!
He pockets the Pokeball gratefully, and offers out a hand to the woman.
Don't ever grow up, Copycat. Not if you can get away with it.
The Copycat ignores the hand, embracing you filth and all. "You can come into this room. I thought you'd turned into some disgusting Pokelover and, well, didn't want to put you with the others," she says awkwardly.
She walks into the other room, standing happily, surveying the winners.
"Welcome to my humble home!" she says happily. "I've learned from past experience that if I talk too long I get food thrown at me, so let's cut to the chase! Presents!" she cheers happily.
"To you, random mail guy, I give this, a trophy commemorating your victory! Oh, and some money," she says, handing him a trophy and tossing a sack of cash on him.
"To the drunk guy passed out on the floor, I give this! A makeup set I used as a little girl! And one of my favorite Pokemon!" she says happily. "Oh, and more cash."
SpoilerMakeup Set and ^1,500!
Level 5 Togepi, Serene Grace, Male, Quiet
"To the creepy Psychic chick, we have some cool toys! You used that Arrow pretty well, so here's a better one!" she says, tossing you a new arrow. "And because you like Pokemon, a weather guy, to help that little birdie fly! And last and definately least, a little bit of cash," she says.
SpoilerLevel 5 Castform, Forecast, Stoic, Male
Level 25 Thunderstone'd Arrow!
^2,000
"Paulie already got his present, so we're on to the guy who hates Magnemite for no good reason!" she says happily. "So, without further aiedue, your presents! We noticed your fish is really sick, so we'll fix it for you! Well, at least as best as we can!" she says happily. "We aren't doctors you know. And besides that, a Pokemon that can take so many hits it is almost unkillable! Yay!" she says, tossing you a Pokeball.
"Oh, and cash."
SpoilerJoe is now only a Little Sickly. Only -1 to all Base Stats.
You get a level 11 Lazy Happiny! Natural Cure, Female.
"And our winner, the man who quit first, Ethan!" she says, pausing for applause that never comes.
"Ahem. Well, you get the best prizes of all! Besides a Pokemon, cash, and some cool toys, you also get another Pokemon! My trademark one!" she says happily, dumping a pile of stuff on the table. "One of the Pokemon is so rare that it is almost extinct! Oh, and we're giving you some pieces. Your Rocket file says you want to build a mech arm. Good luck!"
SpoilerLevel 15 Beldum, Clear Body, Adamant
Level 5 Ditto, Limber, Dull
Thunderstone Shards! ^4,000 towards your arm! You only need ^1,000 more since prices were cut in the last update!
5x Smoke Balls!
2x Super Potions
^10,000
"I hope you all like your prizes!" she says witha giggle.
SpoilerIn addition, 4,000 'mon XP each, 4800 to Es, and 1 TL! Yay!
Okay, she's just the right wrong amount of unusually happy. Or at least pulls it off better than the other guys. "Um...thanks? Yeah, thanks!" Any mind reading shows that she is more grateful than she sounds. She lets out the Castform to meet him. I expect to work very closely with you in the future. She examines the bolt. You could almost feel the energy in it, waiting to be released into some unfortunate target. She really should get to practicing with arrows. She had gotten rusty. But later. She places it with the other arrow and stands up.
"While I can't exactly say thank you for dropping us down pits and the light mental scarring, the gifts are wonderful and we will not forget them. Of course if we visit again, would you mind just answering the door?" Also, question: What would have happened had I stepped on that X in the room where you pretended to kill Aquilla? She extends her hand to Copycat.
Meanwhile, Gerald just walks up to her and gives her a hug. It's an awkward hug, the hug of a person who's received few and given less, but that's what you do when you are too happy for words. Right? It's not just the money, or the pokemon, or even healing Joe. Rather, it's for the opportunities given. After trying to figure out what the best time to let go was (and actually ending it early) he manages to stammer out the following.
"Th...thank you...you...you don't know what you've done for me. You...you just gave me what I needed most in life..."
Artemis gets images. Happy images, probably rare in his head. Images of arm designs, of how he'll treat Kubota, of being able to raise Joe...not living in the past.
Paul playfully ruffles Copycat's hair during the embrace, and goes in to enjoy the festivites, as well as let both himself and his mons pig out.
If I visit again, don't answer the door for me. Put my tubby butt through the wringer. Just makes you feel better when you come out the other side. Besides, I hope one day to be here with you, giving back what I got tenfold on some other hapless schlubs.
Ethan's mind is racing. With Gerald's notes and the thunderstone shards, he can had enough to design a fully functional, exoskeletal armament. The and the shards would cut down on the costs considerably! The power source was the most expensive component. The possibilities she had given him had paralyzed him for a few moments as he processed it all, quite the accomplishment. He releases his new team members and inspects them individually. The Beldum was stronger than Ollie, if only by a little. The Ditto was less impressive but its strength is not his main concern. Its flexiblilty and researcher capabilities were. He could effectivly "save" a species in Ditto to study later at his liesure. Looking at the Beldum's single unblinking eye. Welcome to the team, Mjolnir-100. And then to the pink glob, and to you Simulacra-006.
Ethan gathers his winnings and gentily places them in his satchel. He looks at Copycat. Any mind reading shows his mind is far from this place in lofty realms of scientific thought. Thank you most graciously, Ms. Copycat. You have been most generous. I apologize for destroying your Wailord Doll earlier. One last piece of business, I believe your magnemite confiscated mine and Gerald's pistols to keep the game from escalating, correct? I would like mine back please and I believe Gerald does as well.