[Day 0] Odile's 7 Deadly Scumtells Mafia

[Panoramic_Vacuum]

"Does it really?" he replied, bravely attempting to sound casual. "Do you leave so fleeting an impression? Somehow, I imagine not."

Wallace peeked back over his shoulder as they walked, wearing a sly smile. "Fleeting? Oh, Matthias, no. It's just that my name is usually the least memorable thing I leave with most."

He turned his attention forward once more, but not before saying, "Love the scarf, by the way."

And as quickly as it started, the excitement quiets, leaving her standing in a heavy silence as she waited for reactions. Gasps of fear, stunned exclamations, or, preferably, applause. A lot of work into this, and she expected to be acknowledged.

"Well?"

Wallace broke the resounding silence with quiet, yet enthusiastic applause. "How marvelous. Appreciation of the avant-garde is a dying art. I'm so glad to see someone determined to keep the movement alive."

He picked a few pieces of confetti from his shoulders. "A shame about the confetti, though. I rather hate to see the pollution of your beautiful blood sea."

 

[Sinderella]

"Ah, we have our answer, then. It is we who are the sluts. We are also... bitches, apparently. How theatrical!"

"How marvelous. Appreciation of the avant-garde is a dying art. I'm so glad to see someone determined to keep the movement alive."

He picked a few pieces of confetti from his shoulders. "A shame about the confetti, though. I rather hate to see the pollution of your beautiful blood sea."

There we go. She found her favorites. For now.

She jabbed one of her clawed finger toward the greninja and man with the fantastically pointy pubic bones--she had a couple buried somewhere that didn't compare, and she felt a surge of Envy over the ones he had. If things went poorly here, she'd make a mental note.

"This is the correct response. The rest of you cucks need to take note."

She had no reaction.

Black eyes settled on the ghost, her toothy grin disintegrating into a harrowing frown while her gold irises blazed. "And you need to go die in a hole. Perhaps the second time."

 

[Persephone]

Morgan grimaced. So much for learning to pass as a normal ghost. “Yes.”

That was all she offered. She was content to move towards the ‘party’ in silence. Then she stared silently at the slightly-off seeming woman who, based on her voice, seemed to be the weed girl. She had no reaction.

[Query: What is the kilocalorie or wattage equivalent or the satiation experienced by induced terror?]

Host Entity has appearance of a human female slightly larger than your pet. How curious. Is it more plausible that a human would have the power to host this game or that a pokémon with that degree of power would voluntarily present as human?

Should you ask or avoid drawing attention to yourself? It would be possible to hide behind the half-slugma you cannot wait to dissect. Host Entity expressed affinity for players that spoke with it. The path seems safe.

[Query:Host What species are you?]

 

[HelloYellow17]

He was…swimming? No. Nonononono. He could not be swimming, because if he was swimming, that meant he was wet, and if there was anything Neo hated most of all in this world, it was getting wet.

He lurched upwards with a yowl, relieved when he seemed to pull himself out of the…water? But it was red. And smelled funny. Blood? Whose blood was it? They probably weren’t feeling very good if it was theirs.

He shook himself, though strangely enough, he wasn’t actually wet at all.

Huh.

That was nice.



Puffing out his chest in a show of confidence, Neo staggered towards the group. He knew what this was: he’d done this before. It was one of those game dreams, the kind where he sniffed out bad guys and delivered justice.

Neo liked these game dreams. He was the best at them. And Neo liked things he was best at. (Which was everything.)

Then a sign popped up, and Neo could actually read it. Wow, he loved these dreams. He could do everything here! He had no idea what a “slut” was, though, but it surely had to be a compliment. He followed the directions with a pleased purr.

When their host finally made her arrival, he was almost disappointed at how…normal she looked. And vaguely familiar. Had he seen her before?

"Well?"

Well, might as well return the greeting. She’d been friendly, after all. He sat before her, curling his tail around his paws, and chirped a greeting.

He paused, tilting his head in consideration, then added a little more.





“Hello, slut!”

 

[Sinderella]

[Query:Host What species are you?]

"Your mom, obviously."

Adequately proud of herself, she launched off the stage, taking to the inky sky and performing a single flip before hovering back to the blood with a speed that didn't match her apparent body weight. Before she landed, however, she shrunk down to the shape of a tumbleweed with wings before expanding into the horrifying shape of the bramble dragon, wings stretching upward like gargantuan dead trees. She landed on the tips of her sneakers, back to that human form. It was like she hadn't changed at all.

"Actually, do metagross have mothers? You're basically a hivemind. Never thought too hard about how that works."

She didn't give it much thought before shrugging.

“Hello, slut!”

She opened her mouth to make another comment, but the chirping from the espeon made her frightening features light up. Another favorite.

"I like your spirit!" And the shape of his head. Another thing to make note of, just in case. "I know an Eon who could learn a thing or two from you. Fucking pearl clutcher, I swear to gods."

She released a huff and settled back on her heels, turning her attention back to the metagross. "But since you asked kinda nicely..."

Having commandeered most of the attention, she sauntered toward the middle of the group and politely clasped her hands behind her back, rocking between her toes and heels.

"Hiiiiii," she greeted. "My enemies call me Satan—or The Disobedient One, depending on who you ask,” she snickered, as if she were mentioning idle gossip. “My victims call me Vivid Calamity, my followers and kin call me Mother, and my friends call me Venira. But my best name by far is Odile. As in reviled in style, or, if you have a dumbass Kalosian accent, as in the most surreal zeal.”

She paused for emphasis, eyes darting around to quickly make eye contact with each one of her new friends. Then, she cracked a sly grin.

"I'm otherwise referred to as the Legendary Pokemon of Wrath. Absolutely shitting-your-pants charmed I'm sure."

 

[Flyg0n]

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"Well?"

Anubis sneezed as a piece of confetti landed on his nose, then impulsively howled along as the strange woman yelled about being home.

This human was very showy. Reminded him of those... what did Koa call them? Coordinators? He'd never understand all the flashiness or need to show off, especially since those coordinator pokemon couldn't handle his packmates in a fight.

"The blood is a nice touch."

He had no idea what all this had to do with the game, though.

"I'm otherwise referred to as the Legendary Pokemon of Wrath.

Anubis perked up at that. A Legendary! Koa was looking for those. He'd have to tell Koa about this... legend of wrath. It was not one he'd heard his pack leader speak of in any of his long, loud, ramblings.

"It as an honor to meet a legendary! Though I've never heard of one embodying wrath. My train calls me Anubis."

 

[HelloYellow17]

"I like your spirit!" she gasped. "I know an Eon who could learn a thing or two from you. Fucking pearl clutcher, I swear to gods."

What was a “pearl clutcher”? …And what was a pearl?

Satan-Mother-Venira-Odile said a lot of words Neo didn’t understand. It was a shame Wes couldn’t understand Neo’s exact vocabulary back home; he might have been able to educate Neo on phrases like “shitting your pants” and “bitches”. Maybe Novo would know.

Well, she seemed happy, anyway. So Neo must have said the right thing!



He watched her transformations with awe. This host was cool. He especially liked her dragon form. He told her as much with a wave of his tail and another chirp. This was going to be a fun game!

He drew himself up to his full height and puffed out his chest to introduce himself.



“Neo! I am Neo! I like you!”

A shame his intro couldn’t include transforming into a dragon. Was there a move that could let him do that? He’d have to pester Wes about it.

He blinked at the Growly-Dog beside him. He looked cool, too. And he smelled like a Dark type, like Novo. Neo decided he liked him, too, and greeted him with a

 

[Shiny Phantump]

[Query: What is the kilocalorie or wattage equivalent or the satiation experienced by induced terror?]

This piece of scrap metal was starting to get on her nerves. “I don’t have units for it or anything. I’m not a bloody computer! But comparatively, it was pretty intense?”

She gestured at the pearls around her neck, which continued glowing. “You’ve pretty much saturated me with just that. It’s the most… it was…” Delicious, tantalizing, she wanted it again.
“It was a lot to take in.”

"This is the correct response. The rest of you cucks need to take note."

Black eyes settled on the ghost, her toothy grin disintegrating into a harrowing frown while her gold irises blazed. "And you need to go die in a hole. Perhaps the second time."

“I’ve never died in a hole.” Technically, she’d never died at all. Fallers could end up as whatever, not just ghosts. Species assignment was more than a roll of the dice as far as anyone knew. Learning that fact hadn’t changed her feeling on the divide between her two lives very much.

She rolled her eyes. “Did you want me to act more impressed about the blood ocean and the sad balloon chair next time, or more excited for… the behaviour I don’t have the requisite organs for?”

"Hiiiiii," she greeted. "My enemies call me Satan—or The Disobedient One, depending on who you ask,” she snickered, as if she were mentioning idle gossip. “My victims call me Vivid Calamity, my followers and kin call me Mother, and my friends call me Venira. But my best name by far is Odile. As in reviled in style, or, if you have a dumbass Kalosian accent, as in the most surreal zeal.”

Odile’s list of names flipped Morgan’s demeanour towards her in an instant.

“Wait, you’re Satan as in, like, the Satan? The something something fallen anger one?”

That thought made her giggle. “Didn’t know you were a chick, Satan. Good for you.”

 

[Flyg0n]

Anubis gave a soft woof in reply to the Espeon's greeting, then trotted over to touch noses with with him. Neo seemed like a nice mon, not like some of the others.

"Hello!" he said, tail wagging slightly.

 

[Chibi Pika]

Baraz laughed heartily. “So it seems a Saint has graced our presence! A demonic one at that.” Saint being the closest equivalent to legendary in his tongue… but from his general expression, it seemed the word carried no presumption of good will. Quite the contrary.

The Floatzel grinned toothily. “Tell me about this game of yours. I expect to be entertained.”