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11/4 dark it is

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evan will be taking this one as an open thread

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He's been putting off dealing with the shed for awhile. More like since he got here. It's an old building a little ways behind the Tavern itself. It's been there almost as long as the main building and belongs to the plot that the Tavern rests on. Like everything else about the Stray it has aged without being changed. It's like something out of a movie, old wood and stone walls, windows that don't quite close right. The old man hadn't been able to give it the Tlc It needed for years.

Evan takes a deep breath and braces himself before opening the door.

It's dark. Darker than he expected perhaps, given it's early afternoon and by no means nightfall. He's not unused to working in dim light but he thought the windows might let a little more in. The wooden shelves on the walls are filled tot he brim and there piles of boxes seem to be never ending as he tries to navigate the old, creaking floor. A few of the boards even shift beneath his carefully placed steps. It's going to take a lot of work to make the building usable again.

Without further ado he begins the effort of moving the boxes out into the small area behind the Tavern. It's almost more like a back yard than the back of an establishment. But that's always been part of the Stray's charm hasn't? The 2 story building feels more like an old home than a bar. The back patio being full of tables for guests to sit at during the good weather months doesn't change the cozy feeling.

Easily entertained Evan begins to make a corridor of boxes around the door, leading up towards the patio. He's a fair amount of piles in when he realizes someone has found their way to the back, regardless of whether they simply stumbled back there or were looking for him specifically he greets the individual from over a pile of boxes. "Hello there! I'm afraid the bar isn't open yet, are you looking for a room?"

@open
>>mission

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Split second decisions, only moments to breath, seconds to move his feet.

He makes them with confidence because he and his team know their fate. They always have. Whether this is a dream or not doesn't change. There are 2 rules of travel and if he doesn't feel a pokemon is okay with them they don't even come with him.



Evan moves for the edge of the platform, drops and slides for the edge because what the fuck else is he supposed to do? He's reckless and stupid sometimes but even he's not dumb enough to try and do anything but get out of the way. So you know what? Yolo baby. His feet leave the eddge, the rest of him isn't far behind and he grabs the edge of the platform in time to keep himself from falling. A saving grace that this isn't the first time he's had to hang off a cliff and pull himself up after something dangerous passed by (you know, like a wild bouffalant that he should not be making angry).

He waits and hopes the train is dealt with before the strength in his hands give out. Can they give out? It's a good question since he's certain it's a dream. If the body hasn't been transported then it's a matter of what the mind can handle. If that's the case he's not stressed enough anymore for this to feel draining.

Now it just feels like some kind of wild ride he didn't sign up for but at least it's getting kind of fun.

>>evan yolo'd it off the side of a platform
>>hanging off the edge of a platform and waiting for the train to go by/be dealt with
>>pretty sure dream world = will power and mental strength over physical so he's pretty sure he's not actually going to get tired and fall as long as he believes he won't get tired and fall

>>He's in your hands now shiv

wqlwPtCy

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Unholy.

Wretched and unholy.

That is all he sees before him. That is all he hears as it speaks and it means little to him what the beast says. Whatever falsehoods lay on its tongue are nothing more than another distraction meant to take them away from what matters. The item it tosses away from itself, the broken bodies it place in their way.

Evan breaks into a sprint, taking the running start he'll need for a leap no else seems willing to take without a pokemon on their back but Evan is willing to test fate.

It's not the first time. It won't be the last.



He's crossed crevices and bounced through city streets on restless nights in a test of what his body can do for years, a man that's never slept in a bed doesn't worry about how far the fall is. He only worries about having enough room to make it to the other side and go again and there's no time for second guessing tonight. He's spent too much time questioning his instincts and having it go against him to do it again.

It won't be anything less than a misstep that stops him from making his way to the bottle with one plan on his mind.

A quagsire and an earthwuake, because it doesn't really matter if he falls as long as he can get the bottle open.

>>goes for the bottle
>>honestly not afraid to take the leaps really?
>He's roughed it most his life this is fine
>>100 percent ready to use Quagsire and Earthquake on that bottle to get it open if he has to but mostly as a last resort.

Jsjf|on9

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And another one he was going to have to try and let down gently. Perhaps he put a little too much effort into his attire for this.

"Oh no everything is fine really- It's not that big of a deal I'm not part of any of the acts anyway." though at this rate he was starting to worry he might get roped into one of them anyway. His smile was an awkward apology because he was getting a little tired of saying the same thing over and over and really just hoped she took it better than some of the others. One had even called him a liar! "I'm really sorry to disappoint but this is my first time being to the particular faire"

"You look phenomenal though." he's a bit more genuine in his smile this time, because he means that at least and a part of him hopes the compliment will temper the blow of disappointment and make this rest of the waiting a little easier.

Natsuki Ryuunosuke

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He laughs, something quiet and gentle and happy. It almost doesn't fit, the small shaking of his shoulders and the sound like a cotton candy cloud shouldn't be coming from a man who looks so much like trouble walking.

"Nice to see you too Lars." the laughter trails off and settles in his tone, making something so sarcastic sound anything but. It seeps into the smile on his lips as he turns to the familiar face, a man that has become a regular at The Stray. Evan gestures at the seat across from him, an invitation for the other to sit. "I don't think it's that bad. Really it's more me that's the problem."

It was no small secret that Evan was often forgetful of the technicalities that came with his ownership of an establishment. Nearly everyone had long ago caught caught on to the truth- he was, himself, a stray. This part of the world was beyond him and trying to fit into it so late in his life was a trial in and of itself. If it weren't for the employees that stayed with him, the long time dwellers of the old home, Evan doubted he could keep the place together.

His eyes are back on the papers. Scanning words he knows and phrases he's seen too many times.

Laurence Anderson

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The empty sand feels like home.

Perhaps it is that reoccuring dream- it makes the scene feel familiar. Standing amongst the dunes with an open sky above him and little else to worry about. His mimikyu perches on his shoulder as he walks, counting each step as they wander across the sand.

His hands drift to the space in front of him to play an instrument he doesn't know the keys for but hears playing in his head. Like a scene from a movie or a book- that's almost what it feels like.



He hums the tune, steps skipping to a dance that he learned long ago in a crevice of the world he might never see again. He's content to enjoy the emptiness of the vast sands until the gathering pokemon draws his attention. They march along it no different than he does and he follows them with the same follow the beat steps for awhile before he seems to catch the ye of one of them.

Evan has to admit. He's always been curious about this pokemon, and perhaps that's what drives him to throw the pokeball.

jw2PNQaO

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Laurence Anderson
Pls come to the bar all the time oAo he needs chatting buddies if nothing else and i'm open to seeing if something more comes of his visits

It seems like lars could probably use someone in life like evan right now anyway with some of his recent developments in his relationships (that i know of) so regardless they may be a good pair for each other in some way lol

So yes pls and we'll see how they do

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Evan almost laughs at the demands they are presented with, of course it would go a route like this. He's not surprised in the slightest, he saw this kind of thing coming. There was no way it would be as easy as just hopping in an elevator.

"I guess this is what I get for stay quiet and getting distracted huh?" he comments to himself more than anyone else, not that anyone else is likely to be listening as the chaos is about to ensue and he knows it. It's in human nature to panic and scramble just as fast as the heat bellow them rises to turn the floor of the elevator into a molten mess, shoes and flesh capable of being seered by it alike. Evan takes a deep breath and hopes without reason that at least half of them can keep their cool.

"The way I see it we have two choices, either blindly obey without thinking again and risk faltering or do what we should have done before. Stick together, find a way to get us all up there and don't fall apart at the seams instead of cutting people loose and sacrificing them for what might as well be nothing." the man reaches for his wrist strap with a warm determination. "I can't make the rest of your choices for you but regardless of what you do I'm not sacrificing anyone else for this. Not when I can't see it actually wanting this after telling us to stick together in the last round of this. I don't believe that's what we need to be doing right now."

First is the Mimikyu, then the musharna. A second later he adds his cottonee as an extra measure against what's likely to come. Even if his elevator by some miracle listens the rest likely won't and the sheer numbers inside the Nerd elevator makes it full of undeterminable variable that he can't rely on to make anything other than a chaotic mess. Largely because he cannot rely on humanity to do anything but make a chaotic mess of itself.

"Vince, Meg, make a barrier around our chains. Bumble fill the area with stun spores, as much as you can. I can't stop any one else in this place from making their decisions, we can't counton them not attacking us but maybe we can at least mitigate the damages that come you way and still make it somehow." it doesn't matter that the fire beneath their feet threatens to engulf them at any moment because he has to believe they can make it happen one way or another.

Besides, if they don't they all go down regardless don't they? Evan Fader is not one to go down doing anything less than fighting.

His pokemon are removed from the elevator and he grits his teeth, he has a hard time seeing that as anything but a bad thing but he believes in them, trusts that they can make this work one way or another. They've always done it before, his team has never let him down when it really counted. The Musharna is fast at work, coating the chains attached to the jock elevator in psychic energy, his mimikyu using copycat to make a secondary layer over them in the hopes of ensuring that even if someone gets through they are going to have to fight for it. The cottonee floats nearby them, stun spores drifting from its body and filling the area around the elevator as full as it can with stun spores.

They will not fall easy.

>Getting this out of the way, will make full post later.
>Believes they have two options, blindly obey and lose people or ignore it and find a way to all make it
>Doesn't have the heart to blindly sacrifice people anywa
>Called for his mimikyu, musharna and cottonee
>Musharna uses psychic to make a barrier around the [jock chains] to ward off attacks
>Mimikyu uses copycat to create a second layer of psychic energy around the [jock chains]
>Cottonee spreads stun spores around the jock elevator to try and interfere with attackers

>>ULTIMATELY CHOOSES TO TRY AND PROTECT THE JOCK ELEVATOR OVER DESTROYING ANOTHER ONE.
Apo5AhrT

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Evan is overcome by the haunting allure of the castle. The entirety of the space is instantly and overwhelmingly fascinating to him. His eyes trace the dance of the chandelure and in moments his footsteps fall in line with their haunting sway. The stress on his face melts into a wide grin as if he was in the perfect place to be. Evan the sounds of the likely reforming horde of death outside the windows did nothing to deter his smile.

He turns his back to the elevators as he surveys the foyer and all it has to offer. The pictures and their frames, the architecture of the walls and he tries to place where it might be from. The origin of the building just as appealing as the building itself despite the potential state of this entire adventure as a dream. It does little to deter his curiosity. If anything the entire scene makes his hair stand on end and brim with an otherworldly feeling. Despite it likely being caused by nothing more than his own mind His hand subconsciously settles on the lower part of his right ribs as he stares at an image that looks familiar to him. Darkrai, a story on the tip of his tongue that he can't quite articulate. Words he knows were etched into him once upon a time.

He has heard stories sine, gone far and wide to find them but the ones upon his skin are fleeting and foreign. Seconds, glimpses, snippets of voices in his ears to remind him, to tell him of a creature he was never expected to meet. But had they now? Was that what was happening here? A play in two parts, and it seemed that Darkrai was as much one of the actors as they were.

Scars beneath cloth beneath skin- anxiety rising to the surface, bubbling behind his eyes as his finger traces his skin through his shirt and his mind begins to ask questions it has not asked in far too long and a moment later he is looking for a distraction. Counting the chandelures and traces their orbits until his eyes settle on the elevators. He becomes starkly aware of the fact that he is lagging behind the rest who seem to be following an urgent call to move forward without him. His instincts tell him to linger, to ask for more but being left behind offers dangers that it may be better not to risk. Not until they see more.

The words that try to guide them twist in ways that Evan knows too well. Riddles are common place in old lore and he tumbles the phrases over and over again in his head as he watches the elevators fill up. He has an inkling that they are asking them to stay together as one but something tells him otherwise. How many ways could this be twisted? There are 2 that most will see first. Stick to your stereotype and band together with the others. Second, band together as one group despite your stereotypes. And a third, form groups and face the stereotype together. Regardless of the truth the answer will result in more challenges and Evan turns to the Nerd elevator. In truth he would say not a one of these fits him but that doesn't really matter. The rest have begun to split up already, going separate ways and he marks off the idea of everyone being in one. That leaves something else, unsure which to follow he gravitates towards the jock elevator. If one of the options is splitting into groups to face a challenge then that can sprawl in far too many ways. Numbers become risky in some cases, favored in others and he choose the elevator in the middle for that reason.

He will later find that there was no truly right answer. It did not matter what they chose or where they went, they would end up failing regardless.


>> Gets in castle
>> Gets distracted because this is a bomb ass aesthetic and he actually thinks this is really cool? Even with the undead outside
>> Finally looks at the elevators and feels like its telling them not to split and face one together more than pick what fits and debates his choice
>>first instinct is nerdvator but with so many already piled in he makes a last second switch to jock and hopes for the best