[PXFIRE] [RP] PXFIRE Roleplay - A Game of Storms

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

((I see your tony the tiger and your chesire cat. I raise you my popular western animation reference.))

'Nora' the Lilligant
The Gracedia Order
Highway 10, En-Route to Lytala city.
Affected RPers: N/A

About fifteen minutes before they left Jadeblossom-because as it turns out, Yvonne needed to refill the flippin armored APC-Nora caught sight of a familiar face at exactly the right time. A rather dejected-looking Kirlia, clutching an Everstone-a good sign that it was a he, as very few men wanted to evolve into a Gardevoir. A Shiny Kirlia, at that. Her-HIS-unusual coloration was irrelevant to Nora; that was a known drug-dealer, and the backpack he carried had lovely Swift. And that Kirlia owed Nora one hell of a favor; the last time they met, Nora was looking at him getting near-killed by a very angry Arbok. If not for her intervention, the Kirlia would be food for-well, Nora did know that there was a hobo Pikachu with appetite for dead corpses around the same block.

Nora checked the street for cops-she'd rather not run into trouble with the Order now of all times-and walked up to the Kirlia when she was assured the only one around would be her own members. "Yoo, wazzuppp?" The depraved Lilligant called out.

The Kirlia's face widened with shock at recognition, but then swiftly-heh-composed. "... I remember what I said, I know what you're going to ask already, and lucky you, I want nothing more to do with Swift. Going legit. Say no more, don't even pay me. Just, take it!"

The Kirlia bounded away like he had just been liberated of the backpack. Nora, meanwhile, just looked confused, looked back around, and just took the backpack, again ensuring no police were watching the scene. Her teammates were dissaproving-but beyond the Tyranitar, uncaring-that the backpack was utterly loaded with Swift.

An hour later, Nora was still in the grips of a powerful, beautiful, ultra-awesome Swift-dream. Well, until now. She was so happily skipping through the face-fields without a care in the world, but then she tripped and fell in a room. And then she saw her. That friggin Sylveon. That Kako! She was rising up from the floor playing the piano, and it was made of fire! The demon! Nora tried to pull a gun, but somehow managed a sword. Nora caught sight of a mirror in the corner-she wasn't Nora! She looked like Queen Taiya all of a sudden. "We'll meet again-" Nora disregarded this sudden transformation and tried to rush her, but, aguh, a shackle around her spindly legs! Curses! "-Dunno where, dunno wheeeennnn-" She tried reaching her sword out to cut that stupid thing's throat for the time she was nearly crushed by a Piano, but no, she coudln't even scratch the piano! "-We'll meet agaaain, some sunny day!" That stupid sylveon stopped singing, revealing eyes of burning black. Nora wretched. The eyes bored into her soul without effort on the part of the Sylveon, so utterly, maliciously content she didn't even need to look anything more than the stupidest she possibly could.

"W-where are we?" Nora asked-but her voice wasn't her voice! She really was Taiya!(?)

The Sylveon-the Demon-chuckled. "We're on top of the pentouse suite! Come on, make yourself at home!" She said, so utterly totally saccharine that it would probably kill the Black Lotus if they heard it. Like, all of them. Pure sugar genocide. Nora-Taiya very reluctantly sat on a couch that she happened to know was behind her. "You know that thing is still alive, right?" Taiya-Nora tore her attention away from the Sylveon to the couch-oh Murhe, it was Felicity! With a sword! Coming from her mouth! The queen spun on the spot, narrowly avoiding the tongue-sword from the demented Sylve-Floatzel, as her blade casually met her air sac. The wound was much more fatal than it should have been-ooze leeked out, and for a moment the fat Floatzel looked like a Toxicroak.

"Oooh, yessss..." The Sylveon said, floating right beside Taiya, her slavering for the corpse muttered right in Nora's ears! Nora flinched as the Sylveon lept upon the Floatzicroak-Toxizel-whatever! And she ate, but she didn't bite in-no, she took the whole fat-a*s (was she fat, now?), and just shoved the whole thing in her mouth. It fit-there wasn't even a lump in her throat after she got her whole mouth around it, nor any bluge in her stomach, her proportions were perfectly normal. The body was gone. Even the blood-ooze seeped right into her mouth, and then the Sylveon laid down on the couch-wait, didn't she eat that? No, she wasn't laying on the couch, she was floating as if to suggest laying down on a couch which wasn't there, leaving a void of stupidity. Nora was sure that the reddish substance on the floor was liquid stupid.

"Quit the games, Cipher!" Noriya said. Wait, Cipher? Who was Cipher?

"Awwww, but these are myy games! My special games! Made just for yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!" The Sylveon complained, huffing and holding-holding-a Key, made of some white substance-so bright it looked like starlight was stolen into it! Such a blinding Ivory key! Nora knew this was important, somehow! Her leafy-leafeon? She was a leafeon now? Oh, who cared, her paws reached for it. "Ap!" The Sylveon flicked her-in the nose! How dare she?! Black Lotus flocked into the room, oozing from the walls like zombies, each and all aiming directly at the Sylveon with their archaic rifles and their television remotes, determined to fast-forwards that Sylveon right out of existence. "This isn't yours yet. Also, I lied. We won't be meeting again, ever. Oh, but you'll have it! Err, you'll need it."

The Black Lotus operatives, one and all, clicked the buttons-and Taiya hadn't noticed that they were all Sylveon themselves-and then Taiya realized they weren't Black Lotus. Friggity Friggin Frackafrack! The one time she wanted it to be Black Lotus-wait, she was Taiya, that should be all the time-she wasn't Taiya, that shouldn't, but they weren't and that was bad this time! They all clicked fast forwards! The room sped up, like the world was ending. Nora degraded right in front of the Sylveon. The other Sylveon had their removes melt. The room melted. The piano peeled itself apart, withering away. The floor fell away. The Sky burned. The tide collapsed. Impossible doors were in the background being opened by living symbols. Golden Gods died under the flow of thousands of attacks. The very meaning of the end of existence and nihilism was extinguished. They were falling. The Black Lotus vanished into black petals. The remaining Sylveon looked very different-falling, falling! They were falling! She was praying to something, the Sylveon-that-was, and Nora could see the ground. Some silver thing was whilring up a storm, and thousands of monsters were charging into it. The thing-it looked like a pack of red Serperior-it looked like a massive Gardevoir-it looked like some take on humanity-it looked like her! That Sylveon thing looked like her now!

They hit the ground so hard that the ground exploded. Nora lost sight of the Sylveon. She flew up like a beech ball, and then back down, and-

Nora heard herself curse maddeningly before she even knew what was happening. She blinked. She was in the APC again, lying on the floor, her head back against a tire, which she probably hit. A bump in the road-one hell of a bump. She looked around. The Tyranitar chef guy, Boraz, was refusing to get near her in her state, and Yvonne was driving. The other five looked at her.

"You seem to have the most interesting dreams when you're high," the Mienshao said. Anshan, right? That was his name.

"Ayeeeeeee... Pro life tip! Always saave the drug dealers!"

"Was that what the whole thing with the backpack was about?" the Machamp asked.

"Yes, unfortunately... Before you ask, Swift gives off mild psionic signatures. It's why Psychic types take particuarly bad trips when they ingest it, but it also means that you can 'tune in.' Very interesting. Who was the Sylveon?"

Nora blinked, as her head turned to the Bronzong guy. Uh, he was Baragan? No! Ichabold. "... If we meet that Sylveon ever again I'mma see about the local cannibals."

"So probably not your best friend, then," Anshan snarked.

"that Kako should burn in hell, except I dunno if they're managin' that." Nora said.

"So literally a demon from the pits of Murhe. You think, anyways," Anshan smart-mouthed.

"That Kako should burn in hell, she dropped a piano on me!" Nora shouted.

"A piano?" someone said-no, wait, yeah, there she was, a furret! Talia? Talian? No, Faraday. "Like from a ledge?"

"She 'arranges' things, like pianos falling from planes. Do they even do that?... Frighighagh, ugh, lemme alone," Nora said, flipping over on her hard, makeshift pillow.

"Lucky you, we have eight more hours," Yvonne said, curtly. "enjoy your stupid swift-dreams, nut."

Nora just arranged a rude gesture from her back as the tire started to melt right in front of her. The Sylveon's face appeared again, mocking her. Nora punched it-and let out a torrent of explicitives as her weak, leafy hand met the hard metal.

"... This is one of our best, folks," said no-one in particular. Wait, no, there was a Talia guy? Talian. Faraday? No, Talian this time. "Yesley had better been serious about her effectiveness."

"We're all gonna die!" Said Faraday-definitely Faraday. You could add a colon and a closed parenthesis and you could not complete that sentence better. Silence followed, and Nora swore to Arceus that a Keldeo was now among the party. On the floor. Eating cotton candy. Which was actually his mane, from the looks of things. He also didn't have a face to eat it with, and was just shoving it into fleshy negative space below its snout soundlessly.

Swift-Dreams. Gotta love 'em. Gotta hate 'em.