“No one can, even if they wanted to.”

It was the easiest, most understandable part of Shred. She wasn’t too far from him, in that sense. If they wanted something, they’d do whatever they could to make it happen. For Shred, that was whatever tickled his fancy. Including her demise. For her…

Well, she was in a bunker with a high-up Team Rocket member after going against the biggest war leader of the League. Not too many would do that for fun. Even fewer would justify it. Only she would try to keep him here.

“We’re… what now? We have names?” June gave him the most confused look known to man. Did Shred do that? That bitch couldn’t leave her alone for a single second, could he? Even worse, it didn’t sound half bad. Damn it all. “Whatever, not important.”

Were their only true desires to be free? From what? The world, the region, fate, or some other thing they didn’t even know about? To be free was to be unshackled, but she’d been shackled for a while now. It was impossible to imagine a life without chains on her legs. Even after so many years without them, they’d left a permanent mark on her.

“I dunno,” June shrugged wistfully. Violet stared intently at her and with much different intent than the still pissed-off Matchstick. “You sound like Grigori right now. Even on that damn beach, I just wanted…”

Her words to Freya echo loudly now. To herself.

“Just wanted something. Not telling you, though,” she cleared her through loudly. Obviously. “Boundless secret I’m afraid. Since that’s what we are. You wouldn’t get it.”

Unfortunately, he was the one person who would. Everyone else would’ve jumped at the chance or ended things right there. Only she would kick the can down the road.

“But it wasn’t freedom. Freedom doesn’t make things better.” Freedom didn’t bring back Dad. Just let her think about it more often. “We’re both probably too stubborn. Won’t take no for an answer.”

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howard slayte

“Um,” June held her arm awkwardly. “Yea, I don’t drink. And I think one of my friends would kill me before I could start.”

Grigori Sokolov did not always voice his doubts or concerns when it came to her actions. She was thankful for that. But his violent distaste for liquor was not on that list. The mention of it and her name couldn’t exist in the same breath, or he’d have something to say. Not that she wanted to, anyway.

“But, uh, well, it beats being out here. I guess.” Not like she was gonna participate. Just hang out. Get out of the rain. Maybe Absinthe would let her GrubbinHub some food to her place. That’d be chill. “So sure.”

Violet did its best impression of a shrug. If the Fezandipiti was going to attack, it would have done so by now. And since it was not a creature gifted in paradoxes, there was little chance it would get a sneak attack in. It was faster, stronger, wiser. Sentient and fully capable of violence.

Besides, what it wanted wasn’t here. They hadn’t found it, time after time. It might have to go back to–

“Come on, Violet! I’m too soaked to humor you right now,” June called out. She’d already joined Absinthe, and the three of them walked at a rapid pace. Violet revved its engine, then joined them quickly. Small puddles disappeared beneath its feet, and raid bounced off its body effortlessly.

Soon. It’d have to go back. To find it. Maybe its brethren would be there too?

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Absinthe Blackwood

Putting a… a what? Huh?

“Um… do you not know how delivery services work?” June scratched her head. How did she explain to someone without a real job how it worked? Seriously, anyone randomly in a berry field didn’t have the hours of traditional work. Unless they worked on the berry field. But it didn’t sound like it.

“Someone asked for berries, I promise speedy fast deliveries, and if I don’t, they get a refund,” she said. Either she didn’t notice his pleading face, or she didn’t care enough to acknowledge it. “So, unless you got a few thousand in your back pocket…”

It did sound nice to skip work, though. But if she did, then she’d never get the job done. Such were the pains of a working adult.

But maybe…

Maybe…

“Okay, look, kid,” June shut her eyes tight and sighed. “Job comes first. But if you’re still around in an hour, I’ll join you at the arcade. That’s the best I can do.”

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clover matamata

“Grah, you sound just like someone I know,” June huffed as she returned her attention to the papers. Slowly, yet surely, they were losing all their soaking wetness. In time for whatever Cecilia needed? Who knew. But it was working. And somehow more interesting than the lawyer. These papers could actually tell her lots.

“I don’t think there are any degrees to death, actually,” June said nonchalantly. Sure, Grigori Sokolov would love to engage in such a non-answer. But the delivery girl didn’t have the patience. “I think you’ll just die die. Given our… yea.”

Bosses. Upper management. The brass. While they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, she and Cecilia shared at least one thing: their total lack of control. They could only nod and hope their work wasn’t bad enough. If it was, then they never woke up.

Arceus, that sounded nice right now.

“A-anyway, just figure the case out and you’ll be good! It can’t be that hard, right? Or, I could say that if I knew anything about it,” June stared back at the woman, her annoyance hot on the lawyer’s trail. And apparently, her obliviousness was on it too.

“C’mon, can’t imagine It's anything that serious if no one died. What, they steal a few grand? Beat up an old lady?”

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Cecilia Brooks

“Yea! Ain’t she–”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

June flinched harshly at the sudden explosion, and doubly so when the Metagross’ leg threatened to clobber the three of them. Shred had the physical capabilities, and she only had the potential of electricity. Thankfully, the little dragon thing saved them.

“Wh-what? Do you mean–” June gasped. Of course, Chassis hadn’t fared much better than them. It was flipped sideways, a single eyes swirling and its engine much, much weaker. June recalled it and grunted, “Damn it.”

She was right. Brute force wasn’t doing shit. But… what was the way to go, then? The ‘grunt’ scratched her helmet and walked closer to the thing. It looked weird, and nothing like anything she’d ever seen. Was red a color possible here? Maybe someone was fucking with them.

And despite all their work, a thin layer of stone clung to it like the black cables to the walls. A couple danced around her legs, but she gave them no mind. What were they gonna do, electrocute her? “So explosions ain’t doing it, and neither is a whole ass car…”

“Maybe it’s a magnet or something,” June kicked it. Solid. Made of material. Yep. “Or maybe it’ll melt if we expose it to enough heat over enough time. Either of you two got a lot of sustained heat potential?”

She knew the answer, of course, but no reason to be so blatant about it. Just play dumb and hope Shred wasn’t on one today.

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Shred Lulu Flint

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DEC 2024 NON-CANON AVATAR ACTIVITY CHECK

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• player/ooc name: rysa (aka Coconut Crab)
• character tags: june sleigh

4 ic posts for avatar character:

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• Beef or Chicken?
• Fit for a King
• Hypnogogia
• Reforged

summarize how you've utilized[break]the avatarship for collaborative narrative:

• June, as per usual, is being a bit strange and paradoxical (insert laugh track) in her actions regarding Miraidon. She utilizes the powers for mostly mundane things, yet she has also used them for actual threads/plots in This skirmish I can't pronounce and Take Your Fill. Since Miraidon hadn't had a proper appearance on site until it was given to me, I am currently breaking in the character I want to portray with it. My aim is for a mix of caretaker of its avatar, as well as infinitely curious about the people in the world it inhabits. Protective, caring, but not afraid to let June do things just to see how she responds. I hope to grow their connection in the coming months and how far Miraidon is willing to go for her, vice versa, and how they are more in common than one would assume.
• Narratively, this one is also growing as I progress. It is related to plots developing in the people around her, like Freya/Annalise in Goblet of June and Howard/Annalise in Flask of May. As for June herself, I hope to create developments with Absinthe Blackwood (the start of which can be seen in Beef or Chicken?). Within a month, I hope to have the start of herba mystica with Eris Halla , but since that hasn't properly occured I will not link it (yet (I really hope I can before this ends)).
• Unfortunately, school has somewhat limited me in my ability to push a proper avatar narrative. However, it's also just the plot I started off with that's the big kicker. June wanting to keep Miraidon hidden somewhat gimps what I can do with it. My plan is that by the next canon activity check I will have it revealed to the general public and I can start getting more people involved with it for whatever purposes we decide on.
  

• any notes/comments:
  Regieleki is here too. I want to get stuff going with this as well, but I wanted to establish Miraidon more (and get June into League proper) before doing stuff with it. However, comma, I can always rely on howard slayte and his insane ramblings wistful insights to help keep it relevant and topical ^_^

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PARADOX, PLANEWALK SIGN-UP

they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe

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WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S FAVORITE GENRE?: Black and White Old-timey movies

“Yea, I think we’d try to kill each other. Again.”

It wasn’t hard to guess who he meant. June knew about two people crazy enough to try and talk with Pokémon. One was a homeless guy she gave her spare change who lived a few blocks down the street. The other was Shred , who was likely crazier but more justified in it. They were linked, in that way.

“And… also not surprising,” June blew out air. Always stressful with that guy around. All it’d take was a single temper tantrum, justified or otherwise, and she was done for. Not like he cared at all. “Trust me, I know how stressful it is. Gotta play nice to the brat.”

It worked to avoid him like the flu. “It’s fine, just gotta get the money from–”

“SCREEEEEE!” Matchstick stared daggers into her. Fuck, Howard was right, wasn’t he?

“From work,” she glared at Matchstick, “then it won’t matter. I can pretend I never worked for Rocket and go and live.”

If the Power Plant hadn’t held the answer to her woes, then this had to. Pay off Dad’s debt, and she’d be free from the misery. Who knew? Maybe she’d be able to look annalise henderson in the eyes again. Not that she’d even seen the ranger in the last few…

However long it'd been.

“So long as you don’t send a hit squad after my ass, anyway,” June looked to Howard expectantly. After all they’d been through, it’d be rather unfortunate to end on a comedically sour note because of his work. "or Shred. Or if he comes after me anyway. Or--"

Violet thrummed suddenly, and June shut up. "Right. Yea."

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howard slayte

 

Thirty words? How the fuck did she explain anything at all with thirty words? Even if Shred was one of the few that got June to not immediately fire back, he dug her fingertips into her palms all the same.

“Cause I have claustrophobia. Don’t like small spaces without an easy escape,” she said. Not a complicated issue compared to her and Shred’s history together. Simultaneously too much and not enough. “And he’s just mad ‘cause Fox gives me more attention than him. He’s probably jealous.”

For better or worse, anyway. Still nearly killed Matchstick. Also had a lot of other issues in his head. It was complicated, and none of it involved that fucker and his stupid lizard.

She stood back from the explosions, unwilling to get close herself. Knight retreated shortly after the first explosion, and her eyes retreated to the back of her skull with the second one. Steaming rocks sizzled around her while she went up close. Yea, that fucker was stuck. Either fused with the stone or anchored in.

“You two won’t get anywhere with another explosion,” June sighed. She stepped back and tossed another poke ball out. The thrum of a massive engine filled the space, and a singular massive eye peered from beneath a hood. June whistled and pointed to the mysterious object. “Chassis! Get a wheel on the edge and let 'er rip.”

As she hopped back, the Caph Starmobile did as instructed and began to rev higher and harder. The ground shook as its wheel dug into the ground, excavating the stone with its Combat Torque. Bits of stone launched all over the place as the car brute forced its way deeper into the ground.

“Some of us don’t want to throw away Pokémon in dangerous places,” she screamed above the engine. Idiots were begging to get fried by a few Xurkitree. “Should be good any second now!”

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Shred Lulu Flint

100 BP Combat Torque on Bottom Right stone, 600/600 BP Acquired

“Oh.”

That hadn’t been put in the thing. If she’d known the actual time crunch, then she might not have been so reckless. Or at least offered to make another copy or something. As was, now she looked stupid. And that wasn’t important right now.

June took the hair dryer with an awkward chuckle and an apologetic smile. “Well, I’m sure they’ll be good in that time. Yea! Yea…”

Soon enough, the office was filled with the cheap motor's whine as hot air blew onto the exposed papers. She’d scattered them on the ground, held down by whatever paperweights Cecilia let her have. A few of her own joined in on the fun, like her phone and charger.

Not that she needed a charger anymore, but easier to explain than the fucky avatar powers.

Unfortunately, boredom settled in quickly. Papers flitted against the wind, but it wasn’t enough to keep her short attention span.

“So…” she crossed her legs and propped her head on her free hand, “what’s this case about? Sounds pretty important. Did anyone die? Do you have pictures?”

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Cecilia Brooks

June didn’t realize rain was on the forecast today. If she’d known, she would’ve brought a proper raincoat. Instead, droplets hit her hair and soaked into her sweatshirt without discrimination. She threw her hood up as Absinthe told her the proper bargain.

“Fair is fair, yea,” June nodded. Annoying, but she didn’t blame her. June’s secret wasn’t the end of the world. Close, but not exact. Absinthe’s was. Many people had been scarred by that toxic bird. Some would take matters into their own hands. “Sounds like a plan, then.”

The accord was sealed. Together they remained in the shadows. And they’d get ousted into the light all the same, too. June could only hope she was a few regions over when the first shoe dropped when it didn’t matter anymore. That’d be nice.

“So, what now?” June finally left Violet’s side, who shook the rain furiously off its chassis. It didn’t do much more than get more water on its trainer. “I dunno what you’re looking for, but I’m not finding it here.”

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Absinthe Blackwood

“No, no, it’s fine,” June rubbed the back of her head. That’d sting for the next few minutes. “Don’t give her anything regardless. She’s already eaten.”

It had been an awkward few minutes as the lighting-fast bird caught its own meal right before they stopped here. Even if she knew how it went, it never got easier. Probably a good thing, if she was honest.

“Besides, she gets it from me,” June leaned over, then smacked right back. Matchstick rolled her eyes, then finally gave up on the conversation. She waddled over to the side and started to peck at the ground. What she searched for was beyond the Boundless.

“Anyway, I dunno want the city wants,” June said to them, her gaze focused on the bird. She screwed the lid back on the freshly emptied jar and offered it to him, “but you’re probably right there. I wasn’t gonna actually do it.”

You had to have money to sue people, and she had none. And howard slayte wasn’t about to give her anymore after getting arrested earlier

“So, what, you just hang out in the berry farms for fun, or are you just that bored?”

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clover matamata

Lucky for Cecilia, they had the best person on the case. June Sleigh was as fast as they got, and howard slayte always needed her to do something. Even stuff that wasn’t exactly related to his field. But his field was now Rocket, and she now had some… essential things in her hands. At least this’d be the fastest the lawyer had ever received papers.

Unlucky for Cecilia, they also had the worst person on the case. June Sleigh was not always aware of her actions. That’s why, when she ran into the building fresh off the back of a large Talonflame, it was her small sling backpack that absorbed the droplets for her.

A mistake she only started to realize after she burst through the door. “Heyyo, I’m here with the…”

“Oh.” She looked down at her backpack. Soaked to the very core. And when she pulled out the oh-so-precious file, it fared almost as well. Which was poorly. “Um. Sorry, it’s a little… you know.”

Carefully, she slid some other papers and knick-knacks off to the side. Her coffee mug danced precariously on the edge of the desk as it joined the rest of her stuff. The files plopped onto the desk sadly, and water seeped from it in all directions. Some of which joined the drip-drip-drip from the delivery-girls own clothes. 

“You got a hair-dryer in here?” The heterochromatic girl chuckled nervously. What, did their fax machine not work?

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Cecilia Brooks