A Day in Obleta (Roleplay, Active)

[Seren]

He sized up the pokemon. It was too early to tell but only the Electabuzz didn't immediately set him on edge. "Hello," he said, waving and giving an affable smile. Their reaction would at least give him a clue as to if he was dealing with a bizzare dream or some twisted mind game. And hopefully give him a clue about a way out.

It seemed at least one of the pokemon was interested in talking. And it sounded human! Or, well, he could understand it, anyway. At least that answered if they could communicate. "Hey," Alex replied, waving back. It was weird having to look down so far to talk to someone. He wasn't normally tall by any means, but he'd never had to turn his head so far unless he was looking at a young child. He stopped his current practice, hoping not to come off as intimidating.

But that was about as far as they got before they were interrupted. The houndour and the mawile seemed to know each other somehow. They sure didn't sound like they were from around here, though.

"Pardon me," they say, in a surprisingly non-robotic voice. "I presume you are all offworlders? I noticed your arrival."

Seeing the nearby group, he wandered over, observing them. "I see, I see...yes! I deduce that you have all come here from a faraway place! And as a great detective, I, Vinarch, offer my assistance in returning you home!"

The robotic charizard left just as quickly as it had come, and a servine had replaced it. Alex glared at the houndour. It had a lot of bark for such a small puppy. And it had actually drove off the robotic pokemon. Something about it set him on edge. Not that the mawile seemed much better. The thing's jaws sounded like they had a mind of their own, and the rest of the body's attempts at shutting them up didn't do anything to prove otherwise.

"What's with the hostility?" he said, stepping up to them, warning sparks leaping from his horns. "Set aside your problems for a minute, will ya? It sound like we're gonna need the help of the locals to get home, and we're not gonna get that if you keep pissing them off! So let's just chill, okay?"

"Yes, I'm human. Or I was, I think? And you're saying... this is another world? Are you a human as well?" As mind numbing as it was, it certainly explained everything better than his psychic theory did.

Dream had been Alex's first thought, if for no other reason than lack of experience. It felt the easiest explanation, despite feeling real enough. Another world, though... well, he had a hard time believing the evidence in front of him. "I, uh... well, I was a human before coming here," he said with a shrug. "Guess I'm not the only one. Gotta admit, I'm relieved by that."

He side-eyed the mawile; this wasn't her first time experiencing something like this, she'd said?

The servine had offered to help them get home, like the robotic charizard before him. Alex turned to him. "So you said you could help us go home, huh? And you said people getting brought here randomly is a common event? How about we start with the 'why'? There's gotta be some reason we were dragged here beyond just "get sent home again", right?"

 

[canisaries]

What's with the hostility?" he said, stepping up to them, warning sparks leaping from his horns. "Set aside your problems for a minute, will ya? It sound like we're gonna need the help of the locals to get home, and we're not gonna get that if you keep pissing them off! So let's just chill, okay?"

Red turned to the electabuzz, slowly.

"You must be new here," he said condescendingly. "The way this works is that we mingle here and then, after some time, we leave. So you can be the one that 'chills'."

The servine had offered to help them get home, like the robotic charizard before him. Alex turned to him. "So you said you could help us go home, huh? And you said people getting brought here randomly is a common event? How about we start with the 'why'? There's gotta be some reason we were dragged here beyond just "get sent home again", right?"

Red quieted. It was actually true that this might be different - none of the other places had looked like this. If he could get stuck here... that would mean no ascension, and that would mean eventual death. He didn't want that.

He sighed. He turned to the Servine. "Okay, I'll bite. Why are we here?"

 

[Sinderella]

"What's with the hostility?" he said, stepping up to them, warning sparks leaping from his horns. "Set aside your problems for a minute, will ya? It sound like we're gonna need the help of the locals to get home, and we're not gonna get that if you keep pissing them off! So let's just chill, okay?"

Odette stared at the electabuzz, entirely unfazed by the sparks. If anything, she was more annoyed at his assumption that this was just a standard playground spat.

“The ‘hostility’,” she repeated, putting up air-quotes around the word, “comes from the fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. So no, I will not ‘chill,’ thank you kindly.”

 

[IFBench]

“So it just…happens out of nowhere? No call, no portal? I just fell asleep and boom, I’m a fucking mawile?”

"So you said you could help us go home, huh? And you said people getting brought here randomly is a common event? How about we start with the 'why'? There's gotta be some reason we were dragged here beyond just "get sent home again", right?"

"Okay, I'll bite. Why are we here?"

"It's because of how Obleta works!" the Servine said, thumping his tail against the ground. "Some other worlds have offworlders summoned due to some sort of crisis, but here in Obleta, there's seemingly no rhyme or reason to it, despite our best efforts to research it! Most we could figure out is that the world border is 'fuzzy'. But it's not all bad! We have airships that can traverse Ultra Space!"

 

[Sinderella]

We have airships that can traverse Ultra Space!"

Odette visibly started at the sound of ‘Ultra Space.’ “Hang on, hang on, hang on,” she sputtered. “You can traverse Ultra Space from here? Are there Ultra Beasts in the area? Why are—“ she cut herself off to pinch her chin, dipping her head down in a moment of brief thought.

“You’re sounding awfully chipper about that, so I assume it’s not something you’re worried about?” She wasn’t sure why it came out as a question. Probably because she wasn’t sure if she could trust this guy’s judgement. A week in Ultra Space with little to no survival materials, aside from Guzma’s companionship, had left her quite jaded in that regard.

“Right so…” she tried to continue. “Fuzzy world borders. We just showed up as is just because. No ‘chosen one’ shit, just randomization. How do you plan to help that?”

 

[Flyg0n]

“The ‘hostility’,” she repeated, putting up air-quotes around the word, “comes from the fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. So no, I will not ‘chill,’ thank you kindly.”

Marcel stiffened, his gaze locking onto the Houndour. A killer... unconsciously his hand clenched into a fist. There was no telling why - perhaps it had been justified self defense. Or something more sinister. But he couldn't act yet without knowing more. He'd have to keep a sharp eye on the guy, but doing something could be risky.

"Some other worlds have offworlders summoned due to some sort of crisis, but here in Obleta, there's seemingly no rhyme or reason to it, despite our best efforts to research it! Most we could figure out is that the world border is 'fuzzy'. But it's not all bad! We have airships that can traverse Ultra Space!"

He rubbed his forehead. Not only were they in another world, but also Ultra Space was involved? That could track, he'd certainly read enough theories about ultraspace leading to other lands... "You can traverse Ultra Space? So we can get home through there? And this all just happened because your world is some kind of... weak spot? People just fall in on accident?"

That seemed almost... messed up. Or at least dangerous. How much time would pass back home? Was he just going to be vanished for a day back in Orre randomly because some mysterious world had 'fuzzy borders'?

 

[canisaries]

“The ‘hostility’,” she repeated, putting up air-quotes around the word, “comes from the fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. So no, I will not ‘chill,’ thank you kindly.”

"Come on, I was just trying to eat you a little. You're overreacting."

 

[IFBench]

Odette visibly started at the sound of ‘Ultra Space.’ “Hang on, hang on, hang on,” she sputtered. “You can traverse Ultra Space from here? Are there Ultra Beasts in the area? Why are—“ she cut herself off to pinch her chin, dipping her head down in a moment of brief thought.

“You’re sounding awfully chipper about that, so I assume it’s not something you’re worried about?” She wasn’t sure why it came out as a question. Probably because she wasn’t sure if she could trust this guy’s judgement. A week in Ultra Space with little to no survival materials, aside from Guzma’s companionship, had left her quite jaded in that regard.

“Right so…” she tried to continue. “Fuzzy world borders. We just showed up as is just because. No ‘chosen one’ shit, just randomization. How do you plan to help that?”

"With an Artifact, of course!" Vinarch said, as if the group would have any idea what that was. "They're made of a material that can instanly rip open portals between worlds!"

"You can traverse Ultra Space? So we can get home through there? And this all just happened because your world is some kind of... weak spot? People just fall in on accident?"

"Indeed, though using Artifacts is much safer, and much quicker!" Vinarch said, pulling up his goggles. "The only problem is accessing one. They're in highly guarded storehouses, and only to be used in a strict set of situations! Luckily for us, this is one of those situations!"

"Come on, I was just trying to eat you a little. You're overreacting."

"Sandwich launderer, I don't know about the laws back in your world, but consumption of other Pokemon is illegal here!"

 

[Adamhuarts]

Felin recalled stepping into a bar at night, being served a cup of milk by the Frostmoth bartender and having to shut up some rowdy drunks who had one too many pints and jumped into a brawl. Knocking them down a few pegs had been exhilarating. She'd taken a punch or two to the face too, but what did that matter when she came out on top?

So, Felin could only assume she was having the worst hangover when she awoke the next morning and found herself in an otherworldly construct. The Floragato sharpened her claws on metal grates on the ground and laced them over the brim of her hat.

"You're telling me I'm in another world?" she asked with a soft whistle. "I shouldn't have had that Gazpacho."

 

[canisaries]

"Sandwich launderer, I don't know about the laws back in your world, but consumption of other Pokemon is illegal here!"

"Damn," Red said, smiling. "There go my plans for tonight."

 

[Sinderella]

"Come on, I was just trying to eat you a little. You're overreacting."

“Oh, is that how you thought of it? A little? No wonder you did such an awful job,” Odette scoffed.

It was there that her jaws wriggled out of the grip of her other hand.

“̶D̷o̷e̴s̶ ̷y̶o̴u̶r̵ ̸G̶O̸D̴ ̶t̸h̸i̴n̸k̶ ̷y̶o̵u̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶k̸ ̸a̷t̴ ̵y̷o̸u̸r̵ ̸j̸o̶b̵ ̸t̶o̷o̸?̶ ̶I̷ ̴b̵e̷t̴ ̸h̶e̴ ̵d̵o̴e̸s̵.̴ ̶I̶ ̶b̵e̷t̸ ̷h̴e̸ ̸t̴h̸i̴n̴k̷s̵ ̴y̵o̸u̵ ̷R̸E̷A̶L̵L̵Y̷ ̷s̸u̴c̵k̷.̷”̵

Once more Odette rushed to clamp it shut. “Mother fucker I need a fucking rope or something.”

 

[canisaries]

“̶D̷o̷e̴s̶ ̷y̶o̴u̶r̵ ̸G̶O̸D̴ ̶t̸h̸i̴n̸k̶ ̷y̶o̵u̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶k̸ ̸a̷t̴ ̵y̷o̸u̸r̵ ̸j̸o̶b̵ ̸t̶o̷o̸?̶ ̶I̷ ̴b̵e̷t̴ ̸h̶e̴ ̵d̵o̴e̸s̵.̴ ̶I̶ ̶b̵e̷t̸ ̷h̴e̸ ̸t̴h̸i̴n̴k̷s̵ ̴y̵o̸u̵ ̷R̸E̷A̶L̵L̵Y̷ ̷s̸u̴c̵k̷.̷”̵

Red grit his teeth. "Don't you talk about my god. Mareep like you have no right."

 

[Sinderella]

Red grit his teeth. "Don't you talk about my god. Mareep like you have no right."

Odette’s eyes lit up, and she released her grip on her jaws.

“̶H̸u̸h̸.̸ ̷T̴h̴a̴t̴’̵s̵ ̷f̴u̸n̶n̸y̶,̴ ̶b̵e̴c̴a̸u̸s̸e̵ ̶I̶ ̴r̶e̴m̴e̷m̸b̷e̷r̵…̴Y̷O̶U̷ ̷b̸e̶i̷n̴g̵ ̴t̵h̴e̵ ̵m̴a̴r̷e̴e̴p̶.̶ ̶D̷o̷e̴s̸ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̶ ̸r̶i̵n̶g̸ ̵a̷ ̷b̴e̸l̴l̷?̸”̷

 

[System Error]

Spoiler: OoC

Got permission for this character as mentioned in the signups

There is a crackle and a shift in the air. A new occupant comes flying out of a rift, managing to land on his feet. He lets out a triumphant giggle, while clutching his body in pain. He wheezes and mumbles something unintelligible under his breath.

Only problem: this is a human. He looks close to thirteen years old with soft red eyes and neck-length chestnut-brown hair. A bit on the short side at just 140cm, but by no means scrawny in build. His outfit is unusual if actually a little adorable: he wears a gray-blue headband with animal ears and butterfly wings, a fluffy white jacket, a forest-green undershirt with a shell pattern, striped gray and gold pants, and fancy brown shoes. But what stands out most is the white pendant around his neck. There's something implacable about it...

He quickly takes stock of the situation, taking a step back while recoiling away from the Pokemon before him. His hands are up in a defensive position until one snaps into his left pocket. He fumbles around before checking his right. He pats himself down, huffing in a panic. Nothing!

He looks back up. "Uh, h-hello?" he slowly and cautiously says, forcing his friendliest smile. His lip twitches slightly, but it's more out of nerves than anything.

 

[Seren]

"You must be new here," he said condescendingly. "The way this works is that we mingle here and then, after some time, we leave. So you can be the one that 'chills'."

Oh. Wait. This... this was one of those weird multiverse things he'd heard about, wasn't it? Well, that didn't answer how they all got here, but it did explain the talking pokemon and strange setting. He crossed his arms and stared at the houndour; rude as he was, he seemed to know more about what was going on than Alex did. He was about to reply, when...

“The ‘hostility’,” she repeated, putting up air-quotes around the word, “comes from the fact he tried to kill me the last time we met. So no, I will not ‘chill,’ thank you kindly.”

"Sandwich launderer, I don't know about the laws back in your world, but consumption of other Pokemon is illegal here!"

"Damn," Red said, smiling. "There go my plans for tonight."

His gaze, which had drifted to the mawile when she'd spoken, shot back to the houndour. So these two did meet previously.

Thankfully, the servine intervened to ease the tension in the air a bit. Stil, Alex kept both houndour and mawile in his sights. Who knew what either of them were capable of? He was ready for a fight if it came to that, and the houndour did back down rather easily. Too easily. And they still continued to provoke each other. (Or, well... half of the mawile did, anyway. Somehow Alex doubted the houndour would care.)

But it's not all bad! We have airships that can traverse Ultra Space!"

The discussion shifted again, for better or worse, but Alex was still lost. Ultra Space... yeah, that was familiar somehow, he'd probably heard about it on the news whenever it happened. Apparently it wasn't a big deal here, though. Although... traveling through it to get home wasn't a very comforting thought, either.

Meanwhile, others were still arriving. Some kind of bipedal cat and... an actual human? Huh. Alex assumed that being morphed into a pokemon was just something that happened here, once he'd learned that the previous party had all been humans, too. Maybe it was luck of the draw? Or this one was a transforming pokemon of some kind?

Well, it didn't really matter, did it?

He cast the newcomers a brief wave (only as an afterthought realizing he forgot to even try to fake a smile, and hoped he didn't look too mean), turned back to Vinarch. "Can we get back on topic?" he urged, eager to settle the feuding pokemon and the idle chatter. "You said something about a warehouse?"

 

[IFBench]

"Ah, a human! Strange to see one retain their form here, that doesn't happen very often, but no matter!" Vinarch said, before turning back to Alex.

"Yes, the storehouses! The nearest artifact storehouse is about a day away, so they'll probably have it here for us in a month or two. You know how beauracracy is," Vinarch said, tail drooping a bit.

 

[System Error]

The boy blinks and his expression widens. He takes a step forward. "Hey, I understood that! But, er, not that." He gestures to Alex and Vinarch respectively. "Well, I'm Nori. Nori Carino." He gives a light, polite bow. "Er, this is confusing. Where is this? What's going on?" He glances at Alex, the Electabuzz he could actually understand for some reason, and with hopeful eyes, out at the other Pokemon gathered. Maybe he'd know what they were saying?

 

[Flyg0n]

The Mawile and Houndour were still going at it, everything Houdour said only made him more concerned. He wondered for a moment if it was possible any of these people were from his world.

"You're telling me I'm in another world?" she asked with a soft whistle. "I shouldn't have had that Gazpacho."

Marcel's gaze shifted to the newcomer. "Are you another human as well?"

And then all of a sudden, another being human arrived. Except this one was a human? He turned to the newcomer, carefully evaluating him. Just a kid. Not a name he recognized, but that wasn't saying much.

"Ah, a human! Strange to see one retain their form here, that doesn't happen very often, but no matter!" Vinarch said, before turning back to Alex.

"Yes, the storehouses! The nearest artifact storehouse is about a day away, so they'll probably have it here for us in a month or two. You know how beauracracy is," Vinarch said, tail drooping a bit.

"So what made him human when some of us became pokemon?" He directed the question at Vinarch, then shook his head. "Nevermind. Are you saying we can't leave for another month?" He couldn't be away for that long.

 

[Seren]

"Yes, the storehouses! The nearest artifact storehouse is about a day away, so they'll probably have it here for us in a month or two. You know how beauracracy is," Vinarch said, tail drooping a bit.

"A... month?" Alex questioned Vinarch as panic began to set in. "I, uh... I really don't have time to be away for that long. I left my girlfriend in kind of a lot of deep shit and if I don't get back to her soon, I'm going to be in worse shit."

Bureaucracy? He supposed it made sense that this area had some official rules regarding their situation if it happened regularly, but... "Why is it going to take that long? You'd think if this sort of thing happens often, it would be pretty easy to get people back home..."

This wasn't good. He'd been whisked away from everything he cared about. And while they hadn't been in immediate danger, he really did not want to even wonder what could happen in his absence, much less in an entire month's time!

Thankfully, the newcomers offered a distraction.

"Hey, I understood that! But, er, not that." He gestures to Alex and Vinarch respectively. "Well, I'm Nori. Nori Carino." He gives a light, polite bow. "Er, this is confusing. Where is this? What's going on?"

He turned back to the... human? "Alex. Nice to meet ya," he said by way of introduction. "Long story short, we all got sucked here from our respective, uh, homes. Not sure exactly where 'here' is, though. Vinarch here-" he gestured to the servine "-is one of the locals who offered to, uh... try to help us all get home."

 

[Adamhuarts]

Marcel's gaze shifted to the newcomer. "Are you another human as well?"

"Me? A Human?" Felin scoffed and beat a paw over her chest and kicked her boots together. "I am a Floragato, through and through!"

She tilted her head and walked around Marcel in a circle. "You look like a Pokémon to me too, as far as my eyes can see. As for him—"

She made a wide gesture at Nori with a grin. "Now that creature is hideous enough to be one of the humans of LEGEND!"