[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Hooray for more happiness of the smol kitsune, Kee's heart threathens to melt into a gooey puddle as Stella noms the Ranc Berry straight from his hand. He just HAS to pet, hug and cuddle her heartily after that late-night snack, almost SO heartily that it'd make Octavia jealous if she wouldn't know already that she's his No.1. "You like these Berries, right?~ Then ya shall have MORE, maybe one per day as a special snack!~~ Yesyes, that sounds good, so be it then!~ I'll buy more tomorrow."

Hooray also for Juhani being willing to stay with him. For now. "Good choice, good choice, I'll make sure you won't regret that!" He's bold enough to pet her head at this point, would even forgive her if she'd bite his hand now. He doesn't speak it out aloud, but he'll probably still end up keeping track of her growth via a written report, putting a spotlight on any oddities and differences from a normal Grotle.

Towards Prof.Rowan, Kee'd give him a rather wary and sceptical look that Octavia playfully mimics just because. (￢ ￢) "Few better places to look for answers... The Lake Guardians themselves suggested that place and if we are asked to play that flute-thingie up there, we're likely heading there anyway, right. What a NICE~ coincidence that it's so assoziated with Dialga and Palkia even." That's meant sarcastically.

HAH, one part of his is incredibly relieved that Roxie WON'T bite his head off as soon as he gets into a 100m-radius around the Gym for having gone on vaccation without a word, another one - and that's the bigger one - is even more confused than before, holding his head and staring at the desk isn't helping progressing this. "So, professor - this bascially means I lost that job, right? That's great, VERY great, this day can HARDLY get better." That's meant sarcastically as well. "That makes me a freelance now. Okay then... I guess any trace of me has been wiped away well, that small cozy flat I've got in Virbank, Trainer Lisence authorized by the League, PC Boxes - this kinda feels like I have died in that dimension, or never existed there. Ugh...." Music cue: MCR - Dead!

He feels like talking with Prof.Rowan has brought more questions than answers, increasing his desire to just head to bed now and see what the next day will bring. He doesn't hold this against the prof. himself though, he gives himself still kind. "Very well then. Yes, I'd...appreciate if you'd contact Prof.Fennel AND Burnet and ask them for insight about this mess. Come on, Octavia... We deserve some rest after such an eventful day, doesn't matter that I'm usually still up at this time of the day. Ran, if you still want me to program that AI, I'll do that t'morrow, unless you are okay with it featuring a lot of careless mistakes and me being twice as grumpy in the morning. We'll likely see one another again then, here in the Lobby probably, before we'll leave this town I wanted to stock up on supplies and find something neat for that icy slash I caught. Not today though anymore, definitely not.... Goodnight for now to y'all."

And off he is, Octavia trotting beside him. (From my side the next day can start then, don't have anything to add anymore.)

[Mikaruge108]

Karen nibbles on her thumbnail (dang she has a lot of nervous tics), "So not much on the Red Chain, oh well..." she goes back to sipping on her tea, listening to the conversation.

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

If it helps any, Octavia would take a leap towards Karen after having received the discreet command to offer pets, nuzzles and dear gazes of 'You're way too cute to be so nervous, please calm down FUUUU!'.

[Dragonstrike]

"I may not be an expert on the topic, Kee, but it sounds to me more like you weren't supposed to exist in this particular world in the first place, rather than being wiped from existence in all realities. If it was the latter, we probably wouldn't be having this discussion at all. Again, I will seek the Insight of experts on the topic of alternate dimensions while you're adventuring. Maybe they'll know something about how to return you to where you came from."

[Dragonstrike]

Nurse Joy walks over to talk to Randolph. "Apologies for interrupting, but I need to have a word with Mr. Schmidt."

Assuming Randolph agrees, Nurse Joy pulls him aside. "Unfortunately, I've received word that the shipment of neuro sensors was delayed. They're still expected to arrive by tomorrow morning, but I cannot make any guarantees. They're being shipped by land instead of sea, and the blizzards on Routes 216 and 217 have been stronger than usual lately if what I've heard from passing trainers lately is accurate."

[Lord Windos]

Quote Rowan: ' "This Absol was actually hatched around 8 years ago. I'm sure I don't have to explain the significance of that specific time to you, Randolph. In any case, they were the subject of some of my research a few years ago, but that has long since concluded. They're a paranoid sort, and not particularly trustworthy, so I've never been able to fully earn their trust. They are, however, well trained and will usually attempt to warn trainers of coming disasters, even if it means running off on their own initially to try and stop them. The poor thing's been causing quite a fuss lately, probably due to the issues at Mt. Coronet. Maybe getting out and about and doing something about it will help them calm down, though." '

"*Shakes Head* No, ya don't. Know all too well what happened way back then.... (...) *Raises Eyebrow* The Absol you giving me is Skittish, Leerly, and a big o' jumpy wolf, eh? ...Heh heh, good. That's EXACTLY what I was wanting out of one them Dark oracles, for this Shiftry and thoroughly dubious and DOOM filled hazardous storybook quest job of mine has shaped up to be! More spritely, vigilant, and proactive they are about miss fortune and papa disaster paying all us a visit, the better. Them buggering off to deal with things themselves is a problem, but I can always have my Chatot or Scarmory chase after them and lend a wing to them, if need be. *Snorts* Or ;bail out their snow white furry arse if they really get themselves dug in a whole heap of trouble."

Randolph proceeds to his new Absol on his belt, sending back Puck to the PC to make room for them, and nods to Rowan.

"I'll start with getting to know them later, maybe in the morning or before bed. That's for the future, though. Been a pleasure doing business with ya, professor. Hopefully I'll survive this perilous expedition and can do more for you in the future. Also, I still need to talk with ya, but not now. In the morning, if you don't mind."

Quote Nurse Joy: ' "Apologies for interrupting, but I need to have a word with Mr. Schmidt." (...) "Unfortunately, I've received word that the shipment of neuro sensors was delayed. They're still expected to arrive by tomorrow morning, but I cannot make any guarantees. They're being shipped by land instead of sea, and the blizzards on Routes 216 and 217 have been stronger than usual lately if what I've heard from passing trainers lately is accurate." '

Of course the bristly blacksmith would speak with the Nurse in private, and when she finishes he can't help but let loose a short but vivid bit of profanity at the news.

"Verdammter Sturm des Höllenfeuers !!!......Rrrrrr, that is NOT wanted to take me unawares like the Sneasil 'round, though I expect the same can be said for you too. *Frustrated Sighing* .....Well, nothing can be done about it, I suppose. Me or my partners aren't shipping out of Snowpoint 'til tomorrow morning at our earliest, so I can wait that long to see if those dang Neuro Sensors are coming. If they don't, there's a good chance we'll find the shipment and get my share of it on the way through those Routes. Should that end up happening, mind giving me an signed docco of sorts so I can get what's mine without a fuss?"

Regardless of how's that sorted out, Ran has a few things left to do tonight before he could head off to bed. They are as follows:

- Get on his PC and check/call to see if Roark's up. If he is, then he has this to say: "Hey, ya Rock Head! Did ya get your gift, or it get lost in the data stream? Anyway, I got a favor to ask ya, if you can swing it. See, I managed to dig up a fine piece of Amber up here in Snowpoint Temple somehow - Long story, I'll tell ya later - and I was wondering if ya can get it check out for me at the Museum and see if anything can be Revived from it, and then place it in me PC? Can't exactly Fly down over there to do it myself as ya know, so if you can handle this business for me that be appreciated. Think you can do it?"

If they are NOT up, he'll send them The Amber and the above messages attached to it, as well as the contingency of if they can't get it Revived for them to keep a hold of it for him until later.

Additionally, he'd send one of his A-Sandshrews to Bryon as an additional gift to them, as he well knows they'd be interested in owning a rare Steel type. The message accompanying the gift would be simply thus: "Found plenty of these frosty little critters, so I thought I'd share one with ya. Hope ya enjoy their cold company, Alman!"

- He'll pay Snowpoint Gym and Candice a visit ASAP, partly because he wants to check in with her so she can know he got out of the Temple alive, and partly to offer her a deal. The meeting go something like this: "Hey Jackie Frost! Me and my partners made it out of that Temple of yours finer like a a point of a pin, so ya don't have to worry about dragging our mummified corspes out of there, or what's left of them. Came out of there more than I went in too, so I'm just in fine condition all around, hah hah! In fact, I wrangled a few Pokemon of your favorite Types, and I'd be willing to part with a few of them if we can come to an agreement....."

Specifically, he'd offer her his last A-Sandslash in exchange for either a Ice TM of some sort (Blizzard, ideally, but Frost Breath, Ice Beam, or the like would not be turned down either) and/or teaching one of his Pokemon Rock Climb (If any, and if she has an HM/Tutor for the Move), OR a Rare Held Item on my Wish List and/or a Scope Lens for Absol (If it would stack with Super Luck and/or his future Crit Moves). He'll throw in a couple of A-Sandshrews in, if them + the A-S.Slash would get him a TM/Rock and Rare Held Item/Scope Lens. If not, he'll still give her one A-S.Shrew as a freebie/nice gift.

He'd also fully update her on what he turned up in Snowpoint/the Sinjoh Ruins after the deal was over (As he SO wants to keep her in the loop, and he feels he it be rude/irresponsible of him NOT to tell the overseer of Snowpoint Temple what went down and around it), and hear her take on it. Save the serious business for last, so as not to spoil the mood from the start, and all that.

- Straight after the visit to the Gym, he'd hit up any Scarp/Metal Shop and buy at least twice the amount of materials needed to build Kogeki's Robo Prosthetic, as well as a sufficient amount of metal (various kinds) to cover any sort of Crafting projects he gets up to on the job, and then go to a hardware store to purchase the equivalent of Sundry Goods/Adventurer Tools you'd find available in DnD , just to be sure he has EVERYTHING he could possibly need for the journey up ahead. Normally he wouldn't be this paranoid about preparations, but after Snowpoint Temple.....need I say more?

- Finally, he'd stop by the Pokemart to restock on the supplies he spent in Snowpoint Temple, though I'll hold off on what he purchases until I see how much it'll cost him to get all the metal/supplies he wants.

That should be it! Now, let him get down with his busy old self!

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

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"I may not be an expert on the topic, Kee, but it sounds to me more like you weren't supposed to exist in this particular world in the first place, rather than being wiped from existence in all realities. If it was the latter, we probably wouldn't be having this discussion at all. Again, I will seek the Insight of experts on the topic of alternate dimensions while you're adventuring. Maybe they'll know something about how to return you to where you came
from."

THESE fateful words from the good prof. hit the now freelance musician/technician more than they should, he turns around on his way upstairs to the dorms to give Prof.Rowan a rather downcasted look underlined with a sarcastic smile. "The way you're describing it, professor... It makes it sound like I was born into the wrong dimenstion in the first place and spent almost a quarter of a century in it without anyone caring to tell me. Being told that you're adopted would be nothing compared to that...." He sighs heavily, and Octavia leans against him. "Is such a thing even POSSIBLE? (￣～￣; ) But yes, I'd appreciate it if you could propose the question whether it IS or NOT to those two, as well as keep me updated once you've got something worthy sharing. In the meantime, I'll just....focus on that issue at the mountain with the others, and try to not turn my brain into a smokebomb by thinking about what happened for too long." He leaves his cell number as well as mail-adress with Prof.Rowan so they can stay in contact for that purpose.

Some sleep and rest is all Kee craves now; he only feeds his Pokemon, checks the harvest of Berries (has been adressed already) and does the basic before falling into bed like a stone. Octavia cuddles up to him, whines a little upon realizing that he's upriled from all the news and happenings today, and then proceeds to hum and purr this song to him to make sure that at least in his dreams he's free - she can't speak least of all sing, but what counts is the message that she, his closest and most loyal Pokemon, will be right by his side times of need.</p>

[Dragonstrike]

Professor Rowan sighs. "...I do believe you're overthinking this a little...but yes, focus on the mission at hand for now. I will worry about the other details in the meanwhile."

[Dragonstrike]

Professor Rowan also wants to speak to Randolph. "Randolph, a word, if you would. I believe we both have things we wish to say to each other."

[Lord Windos]

Quote Rowan: ' "Randolph, a word, if you would. I believe we both have things we wish to say to each other." '

The dwarven craftsman raises an eyebrow at Old Fashion, as while he did indeed have a few concerns, he didn't know that they had matters they wished to discuss with him too (Beyond his job, that is).

".....Sure thing, professor. If whatever ya want to talk about can't wait until morning, we can have our chit chat now."

(I presume this talk will be private, Dragonstrike?)