[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Dragonstrike]

Spoiler

With Weavile!

If Mew were not heavily traumatized by what she had recently done, she would have taken playful/annoyed offense in you using her name in a deific capacity, and probably nagged your ear off about it. That not being the case, all the pink panther did was slightly twitch as she absentmindedly floated in the air, her vacant gaze showing now lights were on up in her noggin.....

For his part, Weavile was just as confused as you about his sudden awareness of one of THE core mechanic that underlay the universe he lived in (among other things, like that nagging sensation someone was spying on him......) , but since his master more or less stated their only sources of answer was out of commission until further notice (which ALSO bothered him greatly....), he shrugged of the matter for the moment. He finally had some idea of what fucked him over at that crucial moment (and therefore an easy blame target), and you didn't seem too concerned about it, so it wasn't important enough to let it keep bugging him.

After you took a seat and expressed you discontent, the black feline padded over to you and laid a paw across your shoulder. Together, they would get through this like every other shitstorm and catastrophe they've been embroiled in, and knew you still had it in you to soldier onwards. Or, perhaps more appropriately, make off like the scoundrel you were!

With Erika!

Yet again you saw the Prim Princess' acute reaction at seeing the precious, lovely, wonderous, fabulous, desirable Balm Mushrooms ,, and again you could see the visible amount of restraint she had to employ not to snatch them up right now and starting to do whatever the heck she does to get high of them. Closing her eyes and taking a deep, deep breath, trying her damnedest to block out the aroma of those invaluable narcotic shrooms and resist the temptation to......! - and she lets it out, bringing up her cup of tea to replace the expended air to further calm herself and control her urges.

This process was repeated several times, until slowly the ever present blush started to diminish into complete obscurity, and the subtle shakes that racked her body stop. When Erika re-opened their eyes, they were back to their original size and unfrenzied state. It was only then that she moved her hand into her kimono and into her.......err, 'victoria secret's department' (do I need to spell it out to you?), and pulled out a nice stack of cash and a unique looking Pokeball, and laid them on the table. To describe the Pokeball in depth, its top hemisphere was a deep, rich emerald, its bottom a dark, metallic timberwolf, and the seal, button, trimming/equator and hinge a shiny, reflective platinum; all in all, it was a styling and sophisticated design that perfectly matched the occupant inside: Adamantine.

"Excellent. Two Balm Mushrooms, a Breloom and Shiintonic that know how to grow more, and the conditions in which to do so, in exchange for $20000 Poke and Adamantine. Count the money to confirm its all there and verify that she in the Pokeball if you like (Yes to both), though I would ask you not to release her in here. While this is not a small room, here stature would soon make it feel like so to us, so do that outside or elsewhere if you desire. Your generous gifts and advice is deeply appreciated, and on behalf of myself and all of Celadon I thank you for embarking on the mission to deal with the Nuclear Research Facility, and fully containing or eliminating the threat it poses."

She says this all in that characteristically kind, and proper tone of hers and a fastidiously polite smile, though as she finishes speaking both these qualities are 'loosened' up, sounding genuinely appreciate and.....hinting at a playful deviousness and bemusement you've never seen before until now.

"I look forward to doing business with you again, and I expect I will be hearing fantastic things about you, Reiner. Is there anything else you need......or want?"

Her smile turns......Expectant.

Or Indulgent.

Or Something.

With a woman like her, its hard to tell what is true or a elaborate ruse...

(With the Transaction complete, Reiner is free to leave anytime he choose, or stick around and continue to try his luck with Erika. Both options would are perfectly acceptable........ )

(Once you make a choice, it will be Thursday Late Night for you. I recommend paying a trip to Survival Kings as your next Encounter, since it does sell anti Rad/Nuclear equipment, among other useful things.)

Weavile

Well, Mew forcing her way out of her pokeball and twitching was...a reaction, I suppose...she's definitely at least still aware on SOME level, it seems, though it's rather disheartening to see that trying to purposely provoke a stronger reaction didn't have much of an effect...moving on after Reiner recalls her again, though...

Easy enough for Reiner to pick up on Weavile feeling like he's being watched.

"...just don't think about it too much, alright?  Not going to do us any good right now..." (kinda surprised Weavile didn't question how Reiner was able to jump straight to the 'dice' answer...)

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"...thank you for sticking by me through it all, Weavile, despite how hectic it's been and will be in the future.  You might be one of the last pokemon someone would expect a Dragon Tamer to favor...but frankly, I don't care."

Reiner stands and gets ready to leave.

"...alright, enough of the mushy yet strangely emotionless stuff stuff for now, I guess.  About time I went to meet Erika, wouldn't you say?"

If Weavile doesn't have anything else of important note to 'say', he'll be recalled into his pokeball and that'll be the end of this little scene.
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Erika

That's a nice looking pokeball Adamantine has there, and quite the nice sum of cash.  Yoink.

"Should be everything for now.  I'll get to dealing with that radioactive problem at the soonest opportunity.  Need to go do the prep work tonight, so it'll probably end up being tomorrow.  So, if you'll excuse me, I really must be on my way.  Can't afford to waste any time, after all."

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Afterwards

On the way out, Reiner makes a quick stop at the restroom for a few reasons: One, he hasn't had a proper break all day so far.  Two, he needs to get his face camo disguise up again (which he'll put up when he's ready to depart for the next encounter).  He'll use another random one this time...that other one was...slightly unnerving for some reason...

Three, he takes a closer look at that purple cloth in his bag...

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...how did a Reaper Cloth become attached to the inside of his bag?  Wait, no...it's as if it had been there the entire time, not attached at a later point...strange...

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...maybe it was something to do with Giratina's earlier appearance?

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...regardless, it's there now...

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...and it might be useful...or at the very least, it would...hmmm...he'd have to cut it out, though...

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...he's only got one sharp object on his person, but he better do this now before he forgets to later...

It's with a heavy, heavy, burdened feeling that he draws the knife hidden in his right boot.

This thing looks wickedly dangerous.  It's a slightly curved blade, and the edges are serrated.

In fact, the blade isn't even metal.  It's bone.

The knife is an incredibly sharp and sturdy Dragon Fang that's been immovably attached to a hilt. (I'll PM ya further details on it, Windos)

Engraved on the hilt is a name: Taylor ---------- (the last name has been scratched out and is completely illegible).  Reiner stares at it for a moment while in the privacy of the bathroom stall.

Reiner swore he'd never use this knife if he could avoid it.  Why Taylor had this and gave it to him, he doesn't know, nor does he know why her last name is scratched out...

...he's kept this knife razor sharp (which is easier than you might think) and clean (again, easier than you might think) since the day Taylor gave it to him in the Ice Path, though.  And the few times he has drawn it in the past, he's always made sure to cover the name completely while wielding it.  His grip on the knife's hilt is like iron.

He very, very carefully cuts the Reaper Cloth free from the interior of the bag and stores it in the proper pocket...then quickly hides the knife away again, not wanting to keep it out any longer than necessary.  How he's able to hide that knife in his boot without making it obvious or injuring himself is a complete mystery to everyone except him, really...

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Alright, time to get a move on...time to finally go pay a visit to the Survival Kings stand and stock up on some supplies.