[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[enjoymyatelier]

[...oh! it's that guy. Kayneth did not quite notice that guy...

...

hahaha if he doesn't write this off as a hallucination this will blow his mind]

I suppose you could say that, though it really only has rudimentary artificial intelligence.

[weatheredwheel]

Way...

[Arceus' brain clicks.]

I need more to meet! Please let me meet more here! And point me the door - I must go to it!

[In its frenzy of joy Arceus stomps its front feet and slams its head on the ceiling. It forgot, apparently.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Yep, that guy. That's one of nicer things Blake's been called.]

[Definitely a hallucination.]

Oh, it's a robot blob. Why not.

[Blake looks around, distantly curious.] Did I breathe some paint fumes or something?

[lieutenantantichrist]

[The little Growlthe grabs the can, bounds back, and deposits it at the pony's hooves. He barks and wags his tail expectantly.]

[Blake stares steadfastly at the wall. It will go away. It has to.]

His name's not Fireball! It's-- it doesn't matter what his name is.

[He makes the mistake of glancing at the...thing with the girl's voice.]

[He swallows.] Jesus fuck. This can't be happening.

Whoops never mind that inadvertent moodswing

[lieutenantantichrist]

Woah. [Blake ducks and is spattered with falling plaster.] Easy now.

[He approaches the huge animal slowly, hands out.]

Door's over there. Just go right out and we won't have any trouble. Careful with your...hula hoop. Thing.

[please please get away before he has to really deal with you existing.]

[newberktown]

Oh, trust me, I already tried a pokeball on one...

[He had to, okay? They were eating all his snacks. Just like how they were now scampering off to find and eat Blake's snacks.]

They're not pokemon, though--they're dragons. Terrible Terrors. Tiny and cute, but definitely live up to their name. Especially when they're in a pack like this.

It is minded like it never was.

[weatheredwheel]

Oh thank you.

[Arceus shakes its head because whoa things feel weird. Hearing him, it pauses in consideration, and...turns itself around and backs up with its butt against the door. You have taught it, Blake.]

I'll fit through another way. To do so, I must meet something else. It'll work because it'll be new and I won't know!

[Arceus: master explainer.]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Eight years old and not going into combat. In a sane world that wouldn't be a surprise.

[Carter's relieved to hear it.]

How many mistakes can you have? You've barely had a chance to make any. Wait til you're my age, then you can talk about mistakes.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Hey hey hey! Away from the cupboard!

[Those are his pretzels! He grabs a broom and tries to swat the things]

Fucking little lizard rodents - whatever they are, step on them!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[numbly] Don't make a lot of robots at all. In my time.

[no such thing as time travel no such thing as time travel Blake needs to sit down.]

[He hits the ground and leans back against the wall of the thing's instep.]

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[stillpure]

My teammate died in front of me a few months ago because I couldn't get him past his jealousy of my skills. [He peered up into his face, solemn.]

That was a mistake and a regret.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[If he wants to get his fancy suit ripped up, that's his prerogative. Carter won't argue, except when he catches a glint of something that shines.]

No using rocks, buddy.

[His hands come up and his shoulders hunch in a boxer's stance.]

[He moves forward and tries an experimental jab at Rude's face]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[That's even creepier! Well, no, maybe not. But it's no less creepy.]

[Carter's going to grasp at whatever nice straws of sanity are left around here.]

Go ahead and try. Rocks aren't psychic. They don't think, even.

...don't tell me they tell you rock stories.

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[lieutenantantichrist]

[He jabs his finger at him]

I admit nothing!

[wait a minute, that snowball] Where the fuck did that come from?!

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[lieutenantantichrist]

Then look somewhere else.

[His feet rustle through the leaves on the ground as he comes closer to try to hassle the guy into leaving]

[Oh. He did not just do that.]

[Blake's eyes are fixed on the ash falling into his favorite mug. The plain green one without I &hearts My Carnivine or Have You Hugged Your Machamp Today? or any other stupid bullshit on it.]

[Blake's voice is very dangerous.] Do you have any idea how hard it was to find that?

[Then it rises to a good old-fashioned shout.]

OUT!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake's voice has a manic edge. His eyes are protruding slightly.] Well that's great for you.

How about you go be a wizard or whatever you are someplace far, far away.

[Blake would be a terrible villager. Can't village for shit.]

Nobody should be showing off things that shouldn't exist.

It can't be fucking real.

[He needs it not to be real.]

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[lieutenantantichrist]

It's not fucking funny.

[The kid's feet aren't on the ground. That's not right.]

[Blake approaches him.]

[He attempts to take him by the shoulders and push him down firmly.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake can't figure out how it's talking. He tries very hard not to try.]

[Trying to figure out what it's saying distracts him, fortunately.]

...you lost me.

Easy now.

[Get out and be gone please. He can feel his sanity cracking just looking at you.]

[Sweat is appearing on his brow.]

Just wiggle out and I can get to forgetting this ever happened.

[captainash]

[...Okay, that doesn't look good.

After a few seconds, the chest hatch carefully opens and Ash's head pokes out. He's wearing his normal clothes instead of a pilot suit thankfully.]

Are you alright?

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[whateveryoueatliveitspart]

Solrock is Rock and Psychic type. Rocks that aren't Pokémon aren't alive so they can't tell stories.

[He glaces over at Solrock, then turns back to the tree. Solrock gives no visible response, but actually does what Apollo wants this time.

The first thing that Carter will feel is a kind of tingling in his mind as Solrock connects to him. A sense of blandness, almost, along with feeling like his sight's being blocked even though he can see perfectly; Solrock have no emotions, and this one has a jacket over its eyes. Next is a sense of happiness on top of an alert and calm base, with an intense spark of passion. Carter will also have the impression of seeing the tree from another viewpoint at the same time as he sees it; Solrock's now acting as a relay between Apollo and Carter. Finally, on top of the other feelings, there's a moment of focus from Apollo as he relays what he's getting to Solrock. The story from the tree is like a memory of a silent movie where the director has an obsession with using jump cuts at every opportunity.

Sunny day. Adequate moisture. Female Emolga in nest with three female young and two male young. Female Emolga and young leave nest and walk along largest branch. Cloud passes over sun. Cloud moves away from sun. Adjusting leaf angles. Female Emolga and young arrive on longest branch and stop. Female Emolga turns to young and makes gestures and opens mouth repeatedly. Root growth reaches previously untapped node of nitrogen. Female Emolga jumps off of branch and glides out of awareness. First female young hesitates, then jumps off branch and glides out of awareness. Second female young hesitates, then jumps off branch and glides out of awareness. Leaf motion due to wind. First male young waits until wind stops then jumps off branch and glides out of awareness. Third female young jumps off branch and glides out of awareness. Second male young jumps off branch and falls. Second male young extends forelimbs and begins spinning in midair, still descending. Root growth encounters underground stone. Second male young stops spinning and glides to ground. Second male young impacts ground and tumbles out of awareness. Leaf motion due to wind.

Now wasn't that a wonderful story, Carter? Now that you've obviously gone insane and started getting impressions shoved into your mind, would you like to hear another tree story? y/n ]

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[justanexpression]

[This is quite possibly the most fun Jack's had yet today.]

It's magic. Wanna see?

[weatheredwheel]

But...I can't fit. I need to meet someone else, just one. Then I will get out.

[artofthestress]

[ ... but not quite before Rarity can get a hoof wedged in the entrance. ]

No, you don't! You didn't believe me for the longest time, but I am here to show you that I was right all along, BLAKE!

[lieutenantantichrist]

[There is a hoof in his door.]

[Blake nudges it with his foot. That's a bad idea. The solidity of it makes a spark of panic flash through his system. He fights it down with good old anger and denial.]

I don't know how you're doing this but it isn't funny.

[The voice is still a pissy teenage girl's. That's something to hold onto. That's what she really is. Just don't look at the hoof.]

Whatever you're selling, I don't want any.

[aflashoffaith]

Wizard?

[He picked up on the important parts of the conversation there.

Maybe he should call Sakura, she was a medic. And Blake looked suspiciously like he might just explode if he had to see another person produce a fireball.]

Yet you're seeing it, aren't you? The people here aren't from your world... a lot of them aren't from mine, either. Your rules and sense of what is real and what isn't can't be applied to everyone.

[He wasn't entirely unsympathetic though, there was plenty happening around them that Minato had never seen, wouldn't have expected to see.

Some were being assholes about it. He'd agree to that at least.]

But that doesn't mean any of this can't exist. You being here is proof enough that not everything is explained, isn't it? Or is being dropped off on unknown planets real for you?