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Fading Aria [KtK RP Thread: Mission 2]

Partners
  1. suikaibuki
  2. ranyakumo
  3. se-slime
  4. se-bugs
Mafia? What kind of a game was that? Was it like, cops and robbers except with organized crime? He did like listening to a crime dramas on the radio, but he couldn't imagine pretending to be a member of Team Rocket or something. Or, a cop for that matter.

« That's what would happen in a perfect world, but nah. I doubt the guy even got caught. I don't know how it works in your world, but in mine, it's technically not illegal.» he said, lips curving downward showing exactly what he thought about that.

« Of course, most Breeders try to not have their Pokémon lay more eggs than they can handle, or put them up for adoption, or simply keep them all... but reintroducing Pokémon into the wild is not technically banned. But some Breeders... they just don't care if the Pokémon they are releasing can even handle being in the wild. » he muttered.

"Go figure," he grumbles, lightly tapping a foot. "But yeah, it's absolutely against the law where I live, and I imagine morality laws even in other places." Other worlds? Well, it still sounded like the morality could get them even there! Still. "Only problem might be proving it. Pokemon testimony isn't used that often, mainly since they can lie and you can't charge them with perjury. At least in my world, dunno about yours."

He broke out of his thoughts with a shuddering breath, blinking once.

« ... appreciate it, kid.» he mumbled, trying to calm himself down.
The man's discomfort was obvious. Did something he say somehow bring up bad memories? "Um, you're welcome," he replies, a little more quietly before. "I'm sorry. Did I say--"

His words are interrupted by the arrival of Corbeau, and shortly after that, the announcement that they were heading in. He looks over at the Demon. "Okay, it's time. Let's go."

No response at first. She's too busy practicing, now sprinting around. She's fast too - not among the quickest of Pokemon, but no slouch. Nori has to yell.

"HEY! We're going in!"

She stops and turns to him and nods, charging forward. The boy yelps and quickly follows her inside.

---

Nori nearly trips over the Demon once inside; she had stopped and was currently looking around for any signs of danger. The fact that there didn't seem to be any was unnerving, a sign that her trainer shared sentiment in.

"A garden," he monotonously quips. "Just like--"

That was irrelevant! He grits his teeth, though his anguish from bad memories of his own still shows in his expression. He'd think he was dealing with a Grass-type with this sort of environment. He was expecting like a fancy dance hall! But if it was anything like that garden, and the place before...

With a jump, he twirls around and turns to the group. Any doubt or hesitation he had before is gone. "Stay on your guard, everyone," he says with a pump of his fists. "It's WAY too quiet here. The last time I was in one of these places, the local Pokemon - the ones that were still around - had also gone crazy. Be ready for anything at any time."
 
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Shiny Phantump

Through Dream, I Travel
Location
Hallownest
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon
  2. absol-mega
  3. silvally-psychic
  4. ninetales-phantump
  5. cosmog
  6. gallade-phantump
  7. ceruledge-phantump
  8. mismagius
Maybe that human – the houndoom if I heard right – crossed through a world that does before arriving here?
"Yes, that makes the most sense to me! He caught a bad connection on the way here. Makes a lot more sense than this dimension singling out a single person."

"I mean, we could also just ask our hosts about these 'rules'," Rachel commented before readdressing Mel with a smirk. "But taking the easy way out wouldn't make this nearly as fun."
That got a smirk out of Melody. She really appreciated the ability to both understand and abide by the rules of the game. In a sense she deserved to figure it out at some point. While she said nothing, the fact she didn't want to turn to their hosts either might be enough to confirm that, yes, the game was afoot.

"Are you a Ditto?"
And then Melody's smirk disappeared. She was shaken. A split second of visible upset bled through her facade before she covered it over with laughter. After realizing she was probably laughing too hard at that remark, she seized full control of the body's ability to laugh and put a stop to it.

"I am absolutely not a Ditto. They're normal type, so they still wouldn't have my psychic abilities if I became one, and I probably wouldn't remember my whole life anymore either. They're being given a physical nervous system to store their memories and personality, which is a critical design flaw for a species that's meant to constantly be changing its entire physiology and nervous system. It's an insane species that should never have been engineered in the first place. You can tell I'm not one of them because I'm functional."

Technically, Melody didn't know much at all about Ditto, not yet. They were too new, nobody knew what the lifespan of an Ditto would look like. But she did know that it was crafted by a bunch of people who'd failed to correctly understand and replicate their vessel-possessive relationship with her body. But there was no way that Ditto would end well as a species.

"!doog kcuL! !doog kcuL!" Kupara inclined her head. "Thank you all for your help! I'll be waiting for your return. Ah, if only I could accompany you. But you'll have Clink as your guide."
Ah, to be saved by the bell. Surely there would be more discussion of her and what she was on the other side of the portal, but this would at least interrupt her little indiscretion regarding Ditto.

"Oh! I guess we should be off, then."

She did wait to give the others the courtesy of reaction before departing, because it would look too incriminating to storm off without allowing a response. She'd let the mask slip for a moment there, but it still wasn't amateur hour.
 
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