((OOC: A few things. I consider Mystery Dungeon to be tangentially related to the world; Growth Garland is basically Fred Rodgers, while Dargius Pulchritude is simultaneously a Problem Sleuth reference and basically the most charismatic 'mon in existence; And if anyone catches exactly what reference King Jellyfish is to in this situation, kudos to you.))
Professor Talahass von McYarglefargle The Ninth
Central/Eastern Syn City, Synamax
Affected RPers: @Velocity (?)
You are now at the SYN CITY AIRPORT. It's gotten a lot of passengers for a while now-you predict a level of growth, at this rate, that will cause SYN CITY to start growing to JANSEN-like levels, or at least strat becoming more and more of a major city. Isolated from the mainland and an internal naval base, very secure-sounding. Then again, JANSEN was assumed to be very safe, and look what rumor had said of it!...Then again, by those same rumors and your visions, UNDAX OF THE BURNING ROT was responsible, so perhaps it would stand a chance against a less coordinated army?
In any case...Oh? It looks like CUMULA, of all people, is here. She and her mother are late sleepers, you definitely know it, they'd sleep to 10 AM when most are up around 6 AM. You would have woken up sooner normally but your sleep has been so wrought with those visions...You are going to punch UNDAX to death at this rate, with your bare hands to boot, you don't care how literally sick he is. Those BROTHERS are making you that angry. this also ignores that UNDAX is a ghost type. In any case, this is highly unusual behavior out of her. She's also wearing a scarf-one her aunt ROXXIA usually does. She was always the rebellious type...Oh my. Ugh, you might want to sort this out...ROXXIA has impossible levels of stubbornness when it comes to niece protection. You might as well put CUMULA in JANSEN, mail ROXXIA (anonymously), and then watch as you are killed, and then as a servant of the abyss Witness JANSEN being literally punted out of the ground in her quest to get CUMULA. Especially if you wind up on the same ship: ROXXIA WILL BLAME YOU, and she may also ignore several laws in making sure you get the picture.
Before you can properly react to this, Moria Margo responds again.
"Moira again, Professor, It happens that my airship captain is going to call in some favors and arrange quick passage for her, myself, and another one of our crewmates to Oasis, so with luck we’ll be able to meet you right at the skyport. However, the two of them will not be accompanying us to Jansen if I can possibly do anything to be rid of them. I don’t want them getting mixed up on this… It would appear that my captain’s coming back. I’ll let you know when we’ve touched down in Oasis."
You decide that, as of right now, you can wait on responding. CUMULA's return to her house is practically your life on the line, because if ROXXIA realized you knew, well...Let us put it one way, the last time this happened and you knew, she was extremely stern, and you learned how dense her fists are. And the rest of her body. You also learned the maximum velocity of a LUCARIO that may or may not suffer from GIGANTICISM.
-> Professor McYarglefargle: Save your life.
You manage to get past a great deal of people, saying your pardons and excuse mes, before reaching CUMULA, who is walking rather firmly towards the same Airhship you're on, which is really only furthering the complications. EVEN worse, she has a ticket. There was no way she was giving up something so valuable, and no way you were getting upon that ship should you attack her, which, by the way, would also mean a cruel, hate-filled death. You will need to suddenly become the UTOPIA-blessed lovechild of GROWTH GARLAND and DARGIUS PULCHRITUDE (by some means) to save your behind. You might as well commit seppaku and save yourself from dying a horrible death at the hands of King Jellyfish ROXXIA and whatever her (supposedly) PTSD-Riddled mind could possibly come up with, law enforcement be darned.
At least she's turning around to see you. "Oh, hello Professor!"
-> Professor McYarglefargle: Explain in no ambiguous terms how CUMULA must return home right now.
"What in tarnation are you doing!?" You exclaim.
"Boarding an Airship to Oasis. I want to explore the world, or while it lasts anyways!" She exclaims back. "My stuck-up Aunt won't let me leave Syn City even before this whole Infernal Schism Tauros-"
"Hun, tongue. A lesser brute would murder you for getting such a mouth in the first place, and I prefer to work with people with some class."
You look down. Oh no. Your figuratively ABYSMAL luck continues to surmount. Standing right next to CUMULA is, well, someone unfamiliar-a SYLVEON. Those of a Fey alignment were a rare and bewildering sight to witness, as they usually have some extremely uncanny views on the world. The Fairy-Types in general happen to behave-literally no other word for it-weird. They practically live in a separate society, and they either aren't aware of the rules to begin with or don't even care. They view some things as irrelevant and some things as absolutely dire, and ninety-nine percent of the time they rarely truly conjoin with society's values (though equally rarely do they completely go against it either). In other words, already a sign of everything going even worse than it already was, though you might just be somewhat bigoted due to type issues, and also because of the time three of them attempted to forcibly play matchmaker with you and a Milotic. It ended well for NO-ONE and you and that Milotic exchanged mails of apology frequently for three straight years afterwards.
This particular specimen wore an interesting piece of headgear...You don't' have any name for it but it looks like basically she's wearing a small black sack on her head, with an EMERALD RIBBON laying upon it, as well as two sacks laid across her sides, packed with random items, many of them quite shiny. You make out quite a few items, but most importantly an EXPLORER's BADGE...Impliciting her as a possible part of an Exploration Team. Exploration Teams being something that's been legally debated (very fiercely) to be forcibly and completely retired as of right now due to the fact it basically legalized bandit work and piracy. To be fair, most Guilds for it were very bent on making sure their pupils turned out to be perfect citizens, but though there were some exquisite examples of this in action, they were the exceptions that made the rule. Most Guilds could not control their pupils enough to stay away from illegal activities.
In other words, it was very blatant that CUMULA was about to do something very dumb with her.
"Oh, jeez, you sound like my Aunt, the stuck up bi-I mean, stuck-up wuss that she is." CUMULA snapped back.
"I try not to sound like other people's aunts, though, and to be fair she IS a stuck-up wuss, but I would rather you not badmouth your relatives like that, reasons reasons..."
"Right, right, sorry, so where are we going after-"
"You're not! You're literally going to have your aunt march through whatever Arceus-forsaken grounds she may find herself treading on and slaughter whatever bothers to get between you and her, and then kill me because I didn't talk you out of it!"
"That sounds like a madwoman who should have gotten mental remodeling done. And also, horribly unlikely." The SYLVEON said. Oh, great, MENTAL REMODELING, that old thing. You don't even want to talk about THAT. The one time you saw any victim to that (and they were indeed victims to it), you were tempted to kill him, and not because he was actually violent, but because he was...Broken in a way to horrible to describe. How do Fey even LIVE with people like that walking among them?
"She's too much of a coward. She's so jumpy about everything, and she could probably rip most of it to shreds!" CUMULA stated.
"Now that is just going too far, she has PTSD-"
"Faked, and I know it! She's never been in any fight in her life, I know it!" CUMULA cut in.
That was enough to make the SYLVEON flinch a little. That was going a little too far.
"If I was your father I would have beaten you to the ground for that! But that is seriously cruel, she looks so terrified by fighting, bar to save you...As I should know. Very well." You say.
Admittently, those very beatings make you wonder if she really DOES have PTSD. They're so violent, like some spirit of the ABYSS siezed her.
"Hun, a woman like that is too protective for this girl's own good, she's gotta go out and expand her horizons, it ain't healthy. We left a note for her to understand, and I'm making sure she doesn't get too deep into trouble, and when she's satisfied we'll settle down, maybe even return here...It sure is quite a beauty, and I've seen quite a few scenes in my life." The SYLVEON says.
"I'm sorry, but I must ask you to hand over that ticket, Cumula, for my life's sake and yours! It's LITERALLY hell out there, you see how empty that ship is?" You state. Indeed, there were literally five people onboard-During more normal years, you usually see thirty on the ship to OASIS. "No-one in their right minds is going! You've gone mad!"
"I HAVE gone mad, I've gone mad at every last time I've had to be bossed around by someone else! I've GOT to get away from it all, and hey, we're all doomed anyways!" CUMULA shouted, at this point trying to get behind you. You kept backing up, getting onto the bridge.
"I am of a personal mind to say there's still hope left!" You shout back. "But no matter what the case, you shouldn't just be going out NOW of all times because you are BORED. What would your mother think?!"
CUMULA's mother, he never really knew about her other than she was dead from some incident ROXXIA was somehow involved in when CUMULA was extremely young. And yet, the memories of her were perhaps the most fond she had. she didn't even know her mother's name-it seemed to be something only ROXXIA knew of-and she had a fierce admiration of her. She was a hero, apparently. Come to think of it, you never knew her last name either...
In any case, that got her to briefly stop. And then, she donned a most fierce expression, one bearing but a fragment of the ferocity within a similar expression of ROXXIA's. You know she is rather young for her size and realize a fight against her would be practically unfair, but if she wants a keruffle now, then so be it.
"So why are you going onboard that ship towards Oasis yerself?" The SYLVEON asked, quite suddenly.
Oh boy that was a hard question to answer. You did NOT want this crazy lunatic to know you were an INDIGO SEER, and she looked like a foreginer. SYN CITY itself was fairly knowledgeable about you but you were not a brand name as an INDIGO SEER, that wasn't common knowledge outside of the city and it wasn't a common topic either. CUMULA's rage continued to build, she was now shaking.
"Aren't you an Indigo Seer or somesuch? I've heard that the Abyss is buzzing over them for some reason, buzzing for kills, so why leave Syn City?"
You would shout explicitives if you dared to let them enter your dictionary at all, but she responded before you could even open your mouth. OK, her learning isn't all that impossible, still, but this was not good. He could convince CUMULA away from the ship, maybe, but you had no chance to sway the SYLVEON and, for that matter, you didn't care all that much, you just had to sway CUMULA, and yet it would be very hard if he didn't have the 'moral high ground' so to speak.
"There is a scientific presentation-"
"During the Infernal Schism?"
"New technologies, Military application, could help-"
"Why in Oasis and not the Emerald Coast or some other big city?"
"Meant to be secret-"
"I don't think this exists, but I would think an Indigo Seer like yourself would certainly want to keep silent against the Abyss...."
"OK, yeah, full of Tauros...Dung. Let me past or I will knock you past!
You will eat that Sylveon and savor every last second of it one day, before you inevitably die of ROXXIA.
"No-one else is coming aboard, I can just stand here and-"
"You're letting us come aboard, you have no right to stop either of us, we paid for our tickets, and I'm not leaving without her...Or should I go do some sightseeing of that lab of yours? Ugly cogs..." The Sylveon said.
No, no no no no no no no no no, UNACCEPTABLE! NOT THE LAB! But, ROXXIA would kill you if you let CUMULA aboard, and probably ACTUALLY kill you after weeks of horrendous torture! What you did last time was paltry in comparison, and even if you were to suddenly become a perfect sinless being she would STILL come and rip you to shreds. The Abyss has no fury like a woman scorned, and there is no woman scorned more ferocious than ROXXIA.
"Lemme help that decision process of yours."
You, paralyzed by sudden indecision, find yourself suddenly realizing how attractive that Sylveon is. Oh, oh how pretty and pink and cute is this thing?
"You'll let us aboard, right hun? You're such a darling man..."
-> Professor McYarglefargle: Let CUMULA and the SYLVEON aboard.
You allow them aboard without a second thought, anything for the absolutely beloved...Uh, wow, you didn't even know her name, how rude of you to not know! You've absolutely got to ask!
Remembering you also have an appointment to make over there, you get your ticket checked, boarding the ship of eight yourself. You follow the Sylveon and CUMULA, close to the helm of the ship.
"Now, hun, stay here-I think we may need to move, I saw someone rush off somewhere..." The absolutely adored woman of four legs said.
"Oh, Meiun's neck, no!"
"Relax, hun, this one's easy to fix...Oh, you do have business on this ship as well!" The lovely maiden fae said, looking at you. "Hush, darling, I need to speak with the captain about early leaving."
Ah, yes, marvelous, a Fae beguilement! Perfect for a leave several minutes ahead of schedule, just as you (and more importantly her) wanted. You obey her orders, waiting right next to CUMULA, as she walks into the Captain's room and uses ATTRACT...Wait.
You look at CUMULA, eager to go. You see something else-OH NO ROXXIA YOU COMPLETELY FORGOT NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
-> Professor McYarglefargle: Attempt to stop the Sylveon.
Too late. Yet another endeavor screwed over by the Fae. The Captain listens to her like a sucker, just like you were. You go pale.
The ship leaves port with an unexpected speed, confusing every other passenger as they climb back to the forward, but they find the Captain's doors locked.
"Oh, man. It was the best decision I ever made to wake up early today...I got to meet HER, she's amazing, her name is, uhh, what was it, kinda weird...Right, it was Sophia! But anyway, she was so totally understanding and helped me out, and I'm on board and I'm on an adventure and-"
-> Professor McYarglefargle: Recover from shock, perform last-ditch attempt to save your life.
You grab CUMULA by the snout with your ears, by the upper chest with one arm, and use the remainder to keep a punch ready to go.
"I am going to kill you, and her, by field test from one of my newest inventions at this precise moment and time, all reasonable and legal parameters for such aside, unless you immediately leap out of this ship right now and swim back to Syn City this instant. I will NOT suffer your aunt's wrath again! I had a cast on this arm-" You point at your left arm-"for TWELVE YEARS because of something almost completely harmless! This is NOT harmless, this is sending you off to death!"
You let go of her snout, only to instead focus around the neck, JUST hard enough to become uncomfortable but not hard enough to choke her. She struggles, natch, but finds little success. "I'd rather die!"
"Oh dear, I thought that would last longer...".
You whip your head around. Of course, the Sylveon was there, staring at you with a look of utter boredom.
"YOU ARE-"
Oh right, wasn't she the amazing pretty one you wanted to marry yourself to and listen to and help out because she's so awesome and cute and incredible?
You don't get much else-she suddenly leaps at you out of the blue with some sphere of lovely pink energy forming at her mouth before you go black, and your dreams instigated by this are dreams of dancing with a Milotic in a lovely field of flowers, a Milotic that looks a lot like SOPHIA...
...You then get nailed by more BLACK DOOM visions. Of course, you can't even dream about proper nightmares!
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