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Zinnia's Multiverse Madness! (Roleplay, March 4-13)

Torchic W. Pip

~ Utterly glorious ~
Location
Sootopolis City
Pronouns
they/he
Partners
  1. torchic
  2. custom/torchic-blue
After the little spectacle was over, Tiana was left part surprised, part expectant that there would be some explanation for this. Not that she had never seen humans dance, it'sjust that particular kind of dance was unfamiliar to her.

"That was very rhythmic and absolutely non-unelegant," she said, tapping her talon on the ground as she was unsure how to continue, "...even if I'm unsure what '*that*' actually was."
"In that case, I did my duty well."
Wes scoffed. "Nothing. I'd rather sit back and watch the world burn."

After some hesitation, he added, "Though, if possible, I would at least try to save as many Pokémon as I reasonably could in that timeframe. Of course, the world will still burn, but..." His sentence trailed off and he shrugged.
Wallace... didn't really have much of a response. Then again, he himself wouldn't have much of a response to his own question. Finally, he nodded.

"That reveals much about your inner self. You have an inner nobility beneath your facade of aloofness. You except the world as it is, yet you still work to make it better."
 

AbraPunk

Cosmic Guardian
Location
The Circle
Pronouns
he/him
Partners
  1. luxio
"That reveals much about your inner self. You have an inner nobility beneath your facade of aloofness. You except the world as it is, yet you still work to make it better."

Wes snarled at the implication of him being some high and mighty 'hero' that people could look up to.

"I only make the world better for the Pokémon. If any of my own Pokémon wanted me to, I'd personally kill every last human in Orre just to make sure no more Pokémon have to suffer."
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
Staff
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. custom/sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
Oh. Right. This game. He sighed and randomly pointed in a direction, finding that he was pointing at Odette. "You. Truth or dare."
She raised a brow at the sudden question, before taking a cautious glance around her. She wasn't really in the mood to be spilling her secrets today, so she supposed the former was the better option.

"Dare."

Dorien pursed his lips in approval. "Si audacieux, si courageux," he purred, leaning his arm on her shoulder. He reached down with his other hand and gingerly grabbed her wrist, holding up her hand as he examined his handiwork on the bandages. "Especially with these, you hothead." He planted a kiss on her hand before letting it drop.

She merely shot him a dangerous look, before huffing and shaking her head.
 
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Torchic W. Pip

~ Utterly glorious ~
Location
Sootopolis City
Pronouns
they/he
Partners
  1. torchic
  2. custom/torchic-blue

AbraPunk

Cosmic Guardian
Location
The Circle
Pronouns
he/him
Partners
  1. luxio

Wes looked around at the atrocious surroundings...

"I dare you to ride on one of these... what are they called?" He said as he gestured to a massive rollercoaster nearby.

Wallace froze. "Understandable... Well, not the killing part. I mean the Pokémon part."

He simply grunted.
 

IFBench

Rescue Team Member
Location
Pokemon Paradise
Partners
  1. custom/chikorita-saltriv
  2. custom/bench-gen
  3. charmander
  4. snivy
  5. treecko
"I only make the world better for the Pokémon. If any of my own Pokémon wanted me to, I'd personally kill every last human in Orre just to make sure no more Pokémon have to suffer."
At Wes' words, Gen began trembling, clutching tightly onto his reunion cape. Crap, he needed to make sure this human doesn't find out his secret!
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
Staff
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. custom/sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
"I dare you to ride on one of these... what are they called?" He said as he gestured to a massive rollercoaster nearby.
Brow furrowed, she followed Wes's gaze to the roller coaster. She craned her neck upward to stare at it, before side-eyeing him. "Bold of you to assume I'm going to be tall enough for that," she said flatly. She reached down and tightened the jacket around her waist, before walking for the monstrous contraption.

"Do you want me to come with you, Doll?" Dorien called after her affectionately.

With an angrier sigh, she forced a loving grin and looked over her shoulder. "No thanks! I'm a big girl. You can watch~"

Some more guaranteed alone time, even if it was on a roller coaster, was better than none.

Dorien didn't say anything in response. Instead, he simply waved. As he did, his eyes slowly but surely wandered to the operator box that was right next to the ride. Nobody was around to operate it, but it somehow worked anyway.

Say the word, and I'll go. I know what you're thinking.

No, he wasn't thinking that. Well, at first he wasn't. Now...well. His mind was going elsewhere.

This would be an opportunity. But he wasn't sure if it was one he wanted to take. As he watched her get on the ride with ease, he silently fought with himself, and the Envy god in his head.

He had a mission. She had what he wanted. She had everything he wanted. And he fucking loved her so much...as much as he wanted to bash her head in. As much as he wanted to watch the life drain out of her eyes, so he could covet everything she had. It would be so easy.

This would be so easy.

His shoulders deflated, and he inconspicuously reached into his jacket pocket and thumbed the specialty ball he'd had hidden on him. His expression didn't waver, nor was his body language any more telling, as he pressed the release on it.

And he felt Inviderus's presence leave him.

Odette looked bored as she leaned over the safety bar that sat across her lap. These rinky-dink fair rollercoasters were nothing special, although this one was bigger than any others she'd seen. She had to wonder if it was any safer? She supposed this was a multiverse game where nobody was supposed to die, so, hopefully the host took that into account.

The train angled upward for its typical hike toward the first big drop of the ride, which lead into a loop. She almost felt a yawn coming on as she watched the scenery below her. This might have been relaxing if she wasn't still coming down from that earlier fit, or if her knuckles and elbows still didn't sting so ba--

BANG. POP. SKKREEEET.

It all happened in an instant. The noise was deafening, as the operator box next to the rollercoaster exploded into sparks before exploding with a medium sized boom. Odette's eyes widened as she watched it nearly disintegrate, as the cart reached the summit of the drop.

An expletive was barely out of her mouth before the safety bar popped open.

All conscious thought shut off, and as the train threw itself over the edge, Odette tore one of the bandages off her knuckles with such force, the bleeding began again.

"Manifest, Odile!" she screamed as she threw herself out of the cart, and hurdled toward the ground.

The train hit the loop as a blinding flash of maroon light exploded from her pocket, and a grotesque and gargantuan dragon, comprised of what looked to be only jagged branches and sticks, came to form underneath Odette before she could hit the ground. The dragon soared upward toward the sky with a deafening shriek, before looping away from the ride and gliding back down to Earth. As it landed, with Odette clinging for dear life onto it's neck, it roared again.

"S-somebody's fucking dead. I’m gon-na kill somebody," Odette hollered, her voice carrying despite the stammer. Her body shook with a mixture of delayed panic, and anger, as she clung to her Pokemon's neck with every last drop of strength she had left in her body. Her eyes blazed, just like dragon's.

"Do you hear me? DEAD."
 
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IFBench

Rescue Team Member
Location
Pokemon Paradise
Partners
  1. custom/chikorita-saltriv
  2. custom/bench-gen
  3. charmander
  4. snivy
  5. treecko
Gen screamed, clutching onto his reunion cape as tight as he could. His breaths became rapid, and remained so, even after Odette was safely back on the ground.

Zinnia's eyes narrowed. "That wasn't supposed to happen," the Bagon said, before looking over in the direction of Dorien with a glare.
 

Venia Silente

For your ills, I prescribe a cat.
"In that case, I did my duty well."
Tiana blinked a couple of times and shuffled about with an uneasy expression. "Don't mean to disrespect but... that... still doesn't explain any of what '*that*' was...?"

Wes snarled at the implication of him being some high and mighty 'hero' that people could look up to.

"I only make the world better for the Pokémon. If any of my own Pokémon wanted me to, I'd personally kill every last human in Orre just to make sure no more Pokémon have to suffer."
Kalas and Tiana happened to hear as Wes made the comment. The Fearow held a long stare at the human, and then his focus shifted inwards.

Tiana noticed the Fearow lost in focus. "Did that worry you?"

Kalas leaned his neck on Tiana's head, and resumed a brief look at the human. "I am reminded there's people like him everywhere," he said.

"The Mad Mothim?"

"Yeah..."

Tiana sighed and pecked Kalas on the chest. "Listen: fact of life. Much as you like me, I'm bad for you, for example. Besides, the human said this was only for having a good time."
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
Staff
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. custom/sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
Odette shakily dismounted Odile, who was glaring daggers at anybody who dared step closer. As she stepped back onto the ground, her wobbly legs failed her, and she fell to her knees. She covered her face as she went down, as if that would somehow stop her jagged breathing. She could barely hear the sound of Odile growling comfortingly over her, or Dorien rushing over to her.

"Odie!" he yelled in alarm as he neared. He kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders, as if that would be enough to alleviate the guilt that was filling his chest. He hated it. "Oh my fuck, are you--"

He couldn't finish before she held the barrel of her gun to his face.

"You-u, you back the hell up," she seethed, picking up her head and standing as smoothly as she could. Odile growled louder with the force of her voice, and Dorien scrambled to his feet at the sight of the weapon. He was not anticipating that. He held his hands up in alarm.

"Hey, hey!" he said. "Don't be rash, I'm just--"

"Just staying away from me," she raged, stepping closer to him, thus causing him to back up more. Odile lowered her head and followed along behind Odette, teeth bared.

"I'll blow your fucking head off; don't test me."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dorien's head was going a million miles a second. The guilt, the excitement that Venira was out and powered up right in front of him, the annoyance that his plan hadn't worked, the fear of what this girl was capable of, all of it. Damage control; he needed it.

Zinnia's eyes narrowed. "That wasn't supposed to happen," the human said, before looking over in the direction of Dorien with a glare.
He returned Zinnia's glare with an somewhat snarky look, before his gaze cut to Robin. He narrowed his eyes, before sighing sympathetically.

"Darling, why are you automatically assuming somebody did something to it? It's the multiverse; a multiverse carnival at that. That thing cold have been set to blow up, despite what the Bagon says. And if it wasn't, well...who's the magical god you pissed off earlier?"

Odette didn't falter in her stance. She simply narrowed his eyes, rounding through his words like they were grains of sand. Such a smooth talker, he tried to be. Completely unaware of his tells.

But...she didn't know Robin from Adam. Was she just another person who played nice until they got wronged? Another psycho, like the guy she'd met at the last game?

With a tense frown on her face, she pointed her free hand out toward the group, not taking her eyes or the barrel of her gun off of Dorien. Her pointing finger landed on Dave.

"Truth or dare?"
 

Dragonfree

Moderator
Staff
Location
Iceland
Pronouns
she/her/hers
Partners
  1. butterfree
  2. mightyena
  3. charizard
  4. custom/scyther-mia
Gen looked back over at Dave. He'd said he went on an adventure with Saltriv, hadn't he?

"Um...wh-what was your adventure with Saltriv l-like?" the Oshawott asked.
Dave glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, it was pretty fucking ridiculous. Ever-escalating universe-destroying powers, bizarre characters, convoluted twists. But everything went okay in the end, I guess. Even saved all the villains because turns out they're just misunderstood. Real idealistic sort of place."

Soda. How was he by now? How long had it been, even? What a fucked-up situation. He was going to guess if Zinnia couldn't do anything for Gen (fucking Overseers had their paws in everything), he wasn't about to get any answers.

Jean was looking at him in awed fascination. This was going to set him years back on the convincing her not to play superhero, wasn't it. If they remembered any of it, anyway. Probably not.

Dave smirked as Wallace performed an awkward dance routine - hey, he knew that song. What were the fucking odds.

Wes scoffed. "Nothing. I'd rather sit back and watch the world burn."

After some hesitation, he added, "Though, if possible, I would at least try to save as many Pokémon as I reasonably could in that timeframe. Of course, the world will still burn, but..." His sentence trailed off and he shrugged.
Wes snarled at the implication of him being some high and mighty 'hero' that people could look up to.

"I only make the world better for the Pokémon. If any of my own Pokémon wanted me to, I'd personally kill every last human in Orre just to make sure no more Pokémon have to suffer."
Dave rolled his eyes. "Oh, great, we've got an edgy teen."

He glanced at Jean only to find her watching Wes with great admiration, obviously thinking he was the epitome of all that was cool. That... was not at all unexpected, actually. He sighed. "Jean, seriously?"

The short girl with the braids went on a rollercoaster, only for it to fucking explode and then she summoned a goddamn dragon that was no kind of Pokémon he'd ever heard of, and then her smarmy asshole boyfriend ran over and she pulled a fucking gun on him and threatened to blow his head off, and then all of a sudden she was pointing a finger at him.

"Jesus fuck." His heart pounded somewhere in this throat.

"You're supposed to say if you want truth or dare," Jean said, helpfully.

"I know how the game fucking works, Jean. What the fuck was that?"

"Then play!"

He took a deep breath. It didn't help much. "Fine. Truth. Put the gun down, for the love of Christ."
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
Staff
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. custom/sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
"I know how the game fucking works, Jean. What the fuck was that?"

"Then play!"

He took a deep breath. It didn't help much.
She heard somebody speak, and cut her gaze to Dave. She guessed that’s who was getting the question.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said under her breath, eyeing Dorien once more before fully turning to look at Dave.

“Truth? Okay. When’s the last time you really fucking wanted to kill somebody?” she asked, her eyes blazing with the last of her words.

“Odie, you really need to—“ Dorien started to say as he reached out to her.

BANG.

In a swift motion, Odette aimed the gun down at Dorien’s feet and shot. A single bullet discharged into the grass, mere centimeters from his left foot. The more unnerving point was that Dorien didn’t even flinch. He just looked annoyed now.

“Try it again,” Odette warned.

"No," Lusamine objected, her tone of voice deadpan, "Keep pointing the gun at him. Keep him on his toes."

"What is that?" Mohn murmured, staring at Odile.
Dorien exhaled sharply and shot daggers at Lusamine. “Hey look, your chronic bitch is showing again.”

His gaze then turned to Mohn, and he smiled angrily, making a wild gesture to the dragon. “What? You’ve never seen a legendary Pokemon of Wrath before?”
 

MintyMimix

Otherworldly Dessert
Location
Florida
Pronouns
They/Them
Partners
  1. custom/noivern-astrea
He tried to imagine that he was sleep deprived and dancing in a Cardinal Plaza club so he had the guts to dance: swaying his arms and stepping in flowy, elegant circles. He looked like a graceful bird or a fool, maybe both, maybe a fool on the hill.
Well that was certainly something. She wasn't even sure how to react: should she clap? Sure, dance was a talent, but this song...
"I only make the world better for the Pokémon. If any of my own Pokémon wanted me to, I'd personally kill every last human in Orre just to make sure no more Pokémon have to suffer."
Lord have mercy, another lunatic. She took a few steps back from Wes, not ready to have a repeat of previous events.
(Everything)
oh my god
Oh my God
OH MY GOD


She froze in place in a panic as everything transpired: an exploding console, giant dragon that was under Odette, Odette pulling out a gun, Dorien trying to pass off blame onto her... To say it was overwhelming to her would be to say that someone would find a building falling on their head to be a bit heavy.

what is that
what is this
what is going on
is that the bug she was talking about
this thing thinks shes a god
these people think im just like that
they're
all
INSANE


The soundscape around her faded into white noise as her anxiousness spiked. The ringing in her ears wouldn't cease as she darted from subject to subject, but always looping between the monster, the gun, and the pointed pair. Parts of her vision were blacking out at she had inadvertently stopped her breathing.

a dragon of sticks and stones that will break my bones
she said she was fine
how is this fine
how am i fine
why did i agree to this
why did i go along with this
why did i go along with what i did before
i feel like im falling
im fa
...........ll
..............i
...............n
................g.
yumi, solra, someone
please


BANG.

In a swift motion, Odette aimed the gun down at Dorien’s feet and shot. A single bullet discharged into the grass, mere centimeters from his left foot. The more unnerving point was that Dorien didn’t even flinch. He just looked annoyed now.
She sharply inhaled at the noise, waking her out of her stupor as she began breathing again. Her sister's names still echoed her mind as she repeated to herself slow it down, slow it down, deeper breaths, calmer breaths, 1..2..3..4. 1...2...3...4. 1....2....3....4.... She exhaled once more as her thoughts quieted and her ears began to listen in on the poignant silence after the gunshot.
His gaze then turned to Mohn, and he smiled angrily, making a wild gesture to the dragon. “What? You’ve never seen a legendary Pokemon of Wrath before?”
A legendary Pokémon...
She mouthed the words beneath her mask as she looked on, still shaking. Her brows furrowed as she looked towards Odette - no longer seeing a threat and a monster, but as someone calling for help beneath it all. But what she could do? She was just a human, just lying beneath the mask. She was...

...She was the Great Sage.

Maybe - just maybe - she could fake it til she made it.

She placed her hands together and looked down as she made the facsimile of a prayer.
"Oh, spirit of the stars, heed my wish..."
Her words turned to muffled gibberish as she lowered her voice. It didn't need to make sense; it just needed to seem convincing enough. If she could make that dragon or one of the pair hesitate - even for just a moment - that could buy someone with true power enough time to de-escalate the situation.

Or get her home. That would be nice, too.
 

Torchic W. Pip

~ Utterly glorious ~
Location
Sootopolis City
Pronouns
they/he
Partners
  1. torchic
  2. custom/torchic-blue
Brow furrowed, she followed Wes's gaze to the roller coaster. She craned her neck upward to stare at it, before side-eyeing him. "Bold of you to assume I'm going to be tall enough for that," she said flatly. She reached down and tightened the jacket around her waist, before walking for the monstrous contraption.

"Do you want me to come with you, Doll?" Dorien called after her affectionately.

With an angrier sigh, she forced a loving grin and looked over her shoulder. "No thanks! I'm a big girl. You can watch~"

Some more guaranteed alone time, even if it was on a roller coaster, was better than none.

Dorien didn't say anything in response. Instead, he simply waved. As he did, his eyes slowly but surely wandered to the operator box that was right next to the ride. Nobody was around to operate it, but it somehow worked anyway.

Say the word, and I'll go. I know what you're thinking.

No, he wasn't thinking that. Well, at first he wasn't. Now...well. His mind was going elsewhere.

This would be an opportunity. But he wasn't sure if it was one he wanted to take. As he watched her get on the ride with ease, he silently fought with himself, and the Envy god in his head.

He had a mission. She had what he wanted. She had everything he wanted. And he fucking loved her so much...as much as he wanted to bash her head in. As much as he wanted to watch the life drain out of her eyes, so he could covet everything she had. It would be so easy.

This would be so easy.

His shoulders deflated, and he inconspicuously reached into his jacket pocket and thumbed the specialty ball he'd had hidden on him. His expression didn't waver, nor was his body language any more telling, as he pressed the release on it.

And he felt Inviderus's presence leave him.

Odette looked bored as she leaned over the safety bar that sat across her lap. These rinky-dink fair rollercoasters were nothing special, although this one was bigger than any others she'd seen. She had to wonder if it was any safer? She supposed this was a multiverse game where nobody was supposed to die, so, hopefully the host took that into account.

The train angled upward for its typical hike toward the first big drop of the ride, which lead into a loop. She almost felt a yawn coming on as she watched the scenery below her. This might have been relaxing if she wasn't still coming down from that earlier fit, or if her knuckles and elbows still didn't sting so ba--

BANG. POP. SKKREEEET.

It all happened in an instant. The noise was deafening, as the operator box next to the rollercoaster exploded into sparks before exploding with a medium sized boom. Odette's eyes widened as she watched it nearly disintegrate, as the cart reached the summit of the drop.

An expletive was barely out of her mouth before the safety bar popped open.

All conscious thought shut off, and as the train threw itself over the edge, Odette tore one of the bandages off her knuckles with such force, the bleeding began again.

"Manifest, Odile!" she screamed as she threw herself out of the cart, and hurdled toward the ground.

The train hit the loop as a blinding flash of maroon light exploded from her pocket, and a grotesque and gargantuan dragon, comprised of what looked to be only jagged branches and sticks, came to form underneath Odette before she could hit the ground. The dragon soared upward toward the sky with a deafening shriek, before looping away from the ride and gliding back down to Earth. As it landed, with Odette clinging for dear life onto it's neck, it roared again.

"S-somebody's fucking dead," Odette hollered, her voice carrying despite the stammer. Her body shook with a mixture of delayed panic, and anger, as she clung to her Pokemon's neck with every last drop of strength she had left in her body. Her eyes blazed, just like dragon's.

"DEAD."
The whiplash form zero to what the fuck was a lot, enough to make Wallace's blood pressure drop and make him faint.

"Wallace!"

Winona caught him before he could hit the pavement. Slowly, he opened his eyes again.

“Amán,” he groaned, “can I just get a break for once?”

“No. Now there’s a scary dragon Pokémon.”

“Oh joy.”
A legendary Pokémon...
She mouthed the words beneath her mask as she looked on, still shaking. Her brows furrowed as she looked towards Odette - no longer seeing a threat and a monster, but as someone calling for help beneath it all. But what she could do? She was just a human, just lying beneath the mask. She was...

...She was the Great Sage.

Maybe - just maybe - she could fake it til she made it.
“Robin,” Winona said, concerned, “is everything okay?”
 

Dragonfree

Moderator
Staff
Location
Iceland
Pronouns
she/her/hers
Partners
  1. butterfree
  2. mightyena
  3. charizard
  4. custom/scyther-mia
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said under her breath, eyeing Dorien once more before fully turning to look at Dave.

“Truth? Okay. When’s the last time you really fucking wanted to kill somebody?” she asked, her eyes blazing with the last of her words.

“Odie, you really need to—“ Dorien started to say as he reached out to her.

BANG.

In a swift motion, Odette aimed the gun down at Dorien’s feet and shot. A single bullet discharged into the grass, mere centimeters from his left foot. The more unnerving point was that Dorien didn’t even flinch. He just looked annoyed now.

“Try it again,” Odette warned.
A spike of adrenaline shot through Dave at the sound of the gunshot and left an uncomfortable stinging in his limbs. (Brian, crumpling to the ground in front of him.) Good Christ, were these people fucking nuts?

"Maybe normal fucking human beings don't usually particularly want to kill anyone. What a concept."

Zinnia was looking at him. Some strange sense of danger hovered in the air. He'd played otherworldly truth or dare once before - a different game, organized by Diyem, but that one was under threat of some fucked-up black lightning. They hadn't exactly made the same explicit here as far as he could recall, but it was hard not to assume they had something of the sort going on too, wasn't it.

He folded his arms. "Okay, I'll bite. Shithead who shot two kids. Shadow-clone of him in the interdimensional nonsense world had just shot another."

Jean stared at him, eyes round.

"It was a fucking shadow-clone. Wasn't even alive in the first place. Jesus."
 

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed • PFP by Canisaries
Staff
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. custom/sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
A legendary Pokémon...
She mouthed the words beneath her mask as she looked on, still shaking. Her brows furrowed as she looked towards Odette - no longer seeing a threat and a monster, but as someone calling for help beneath it all. But what she could do? She was just a human, just lying beneath the mask. She was...

The whiplash form zero to what the fuck was a lot, enough to make Wallace's blood pressure drop and make him faint.

"Wallace!"

Winona caught him before he could hit the pavement. Slowly, he opened his eyes again.

“Amán,” he groaned, “can I just get a break for once?”

“No. Now there’s a scary dragon Pokémon.”

“Oh joy.”
She could see it. Plain as day, on everyone she’d seemingly grown friendly with. The panic had struck, and now they looked at her as expected: a monster.

Frankly, she wished she could say she was shocked; that it was the first time she’d encountered such reactions. But it wasn’t. This was well within the realm of probability. Exactly as expected, honestly.

It was just a multiverse game, but somehow it still hurt to know that even here, it’s still what she was. Wrath’s vessel. Just another unhinged monster.

"Maybe normal fucking human beings don't usually particularly want to kill anyone. What a concept."
She stiffened at the jab, and her violent eyes shot back over to Dave; almost as fast as that bullet had drilled into the grass.

“Well shockingly, and if it wasn’t painstakingly fucking obvious, I’m not a fucking normal human. What a batshit crazy concept as well, sir.”

He folded his arms. "Okay, I'll bite. Shithead who shot two kids. Shadow-clone of him in the interdimensional nonsense world had just shot another."
Nonetheless, she nodded at his answers. “And cutting his head off would have been completely justified. Nuts, isn’t it?”

She pocketed the gun in a swift motion, not bothering to hide it again. Everyone knew she had it on her, so there was no point. Aiming her look back at Dorien, she snapped twice.

“I’m fine. You can come down now,” she said in a dark tone. Odile hissed defiantly, and Odette flicked her head over to her.

“I said come down now.”

Chuffing, Odile rolled her eyes, before shutting them. In a dimmer flash, she shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk…until she was nothing more than a tumbleweed. With wings. She hovered over to Odette, and perched upon her head, then set her glare on Dorien.

Odette did the same, then pointed at him. “Don’t follow me.” With that, she walked away to sit in the shade of another booth.
 

Shiny Phantump

Through Dream, I Travel
Location
Hallownest
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon
  2. absol-mega
  3. silvally-psychic
  4. custom/ninetales-phantump
  5. cosmog
"Maybe normal fucking human beings don't usually particularly want to kill anyone. What a concept."
"Mhm? What a wonderful world such would be... A world so just one need never ask themself if there's someone we'd all be better off without. Just because we keep those impulses in check doesn't mean we don't have them."

Lusamine sighed. At the world, more than at anyone in particular. "I just think, perhaps, that it would be normal not to have such morbid thoughts about someone who kills children. And if so, there is no shortage of people for those thoughts to emerge because of."
 

Flyg0n

Flygon connoisseur
Pronouns
She/her
Partners
  1. flygon
  2. swampert
  3. ho-oh
  4. crobat
  5. orbeetle
Arceus, this place was insane. If it it wasn't for everything he'd seen on Cibus, fighting the blacklight, he'd probably be losing his mind. As it was, it was still mind boggling, particularly that Odette girl. What was her power? It chilled him, made him uncomfortable. But this was just a game, and that was how the game worked, he supposed. He'd forget it all anyway.

Instead, he focused his mind back on the game. He was here to have some fun, and get away... Koa felt a strange twist of sympathy and fear at Dave's words. To feel that kind of way... He couldn't even say he'd feel different.

He almost would have said something to comfort Dave, except he wasn't sure Dave wanted that. So he settled for moving a little closer to him instead.

"Sounds normal to me," he muttered.
 

ShiniGojira

Multiversal Extraordinaire
Location
Stranded In The Gaps between Multiverses
Pronouns
He/him/they/her
Partners
  1. custom/zorua-gojira
Welp. That went from zero to a hundred real fast.

Pixels sighed, taking out a piece of cloth and cleaning her tiara.

Legendaries and screaming.

Just another Tuesday.

All she wanted was a short break from that crazy trip to Fray's world a few weeks ago, she didn't want to deal with another insane world this early.

Her ears perked up when something swooshed by her side. She turned, seeing the aforementioned Pokémon floating just above her, a smile and a plush of a Deino in her hands.

"Pixels, you won't believe what I found!" She waved the plushy around, giggling and pointing at the direction she came from. "There's so many of these adorable dogs over there! You want one, Pix?"

Pixels glanced at the tiara on the ground and back to Fray before shrugging. "Sure."

"Okay! Take care of Bluey for me!"

She caught the plush thrown at her as Fray flew back to the direction she came from.

Pixels sighed and placed the plush beside her. "Guess it's just you and me, Bluey," she muttered. "Let's see what sorts of crazy things these people'll do."
 
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