PokeAcademy: Jesus Blaziken Christ, more references?

[6:43pm] Mons: Aaaaaalright, it should be...
[6:43pm] Mons: The 8th
[6:44pm] Mons: In what's getting to be a strangely familiar setting, with emphasis on the strange as the clutter subtly changes between days and weeks.
[6:45pm] Mons: Sideiron is mostly sitting and waiting, having as usual prompted the group to come up with an activity on their own for him to get the resources for. A LOT of chatter, but nothing is really sticking...
[6:47pm] • Isabella of course, is hanging out with Bea and trying to think of something herself.
[6:47pm] • Beatrice sits twiddling a pen around, brain storming.
[6:48pm] Mons: Oh I'm sorry wrong advisor.
[6:48pm] Mons: ELAINE is the overseer of shenanigans. But anyway, voices.
[6:48pm] Break_ left the chat room. (Quit: bluh)
[6:48pm] Beatrice: (hahaha I thought you were just retconning it to the same club for a bit)
[6:48pm] Mons: "Gravedigging!" "Infieasible."
[6:48pm] Mons: "Also just creepy."
[6:49pm] • Isabella avoids saying anything in response to that. :3c
[6:50pm] Isabella: (Man, Elaine is in charge of the "make messes" club and Sideiron in charge of the "fix it" club? That sounds so BACKWARDS it's hilarious. :3c)
[6:50pm] Beatrice: (yes.)
[6:50pm] CounterBeard: (Summon up the spirit of the first headmaster if they are dead. =B)
[6:51pm] Isabella: "No real ruins on campus to go ruin diving I suppose..." she sighs.
[6:51pm] Break joined the chat room.
[6:51pm] Mons: "...Spirit channeling." "Not everyone can talk with Gastly, and if we find one that can talk to people on its own someone'll catch it because it has a good move." "No, PEOPLE spirits!"
[6:51pm] Mons: Elaine leans forward. "And the difference iiiiiiis?"
[6:51pm] Beatrice: "What if we lured ze ghosts of ze graveyard to decide to make euuuuuh say ze student business section?" (Or where ever the student run cafes and such are.)
[6:52pm] Mons: Everyone sort of scratches their heads. "Clarity."
[6:52pm] Mons: "It's pooooossible. As is indeed summoning the depaaaarted. But does anyone have someone they would waaaant to call forth?"
[6:53pm] • Isabella taps her head, thinking more.
[6:53pm] • Beatrice drops her own proposal to listen in on this.
[6:54pm] Isabella: "Didn't you say you had some interesting ancestors, Bea?"
[6:54pm] Mons: Everyone's just a little awkward, a couple murmurs but not many definite yes or no.
[6:54pm] Garlyle joined the chat room.
[6:55pm] Beatrice: "Euuuh...yes, but..."
[6:55pm] Beatrice: "..." This has never really occured to her before, the whole summoning them
[6:55pm] Mons: Elaine: "Hmph. Afraaaaid?"
[6:57pm] Beatrice: "Ze...last time I tried to bring back ze dead, it did not end zat well."
[6:57pm] Mons: "Ah... understandable, yes. But we have meeee here!"
[6:57pm] Mons: "I can take the appropriate precaaaaautions."
[6:58pm] Mons: "A little hint; circles of salt have to actually be perfect circles for the big stuff like this. Not usually worth it to try."
[6:58pm] • Isabella seems a bit excited. "We should try it, then."
[6:58pm] • Isabella says to Bea.
[6:58pm] • Beatrice looks around the class quizzically
[6:59pm] Beatrice: or club room, what have you
[6:59pm] Mons: Everyone seems to be warming up to it. One facelessquestion: "Can we try famous dead people?"
[6:59pm] Mons: Elaine pffffts. "If you think you can reeeeach them"
[7:01pm] • Beatrice sighs. "Fine, zen. I do not know how exactly...zis type of ritual is performed myself."
[7:01pm] Mons: "Good, gooood."
[7:01pm] Mons: She gets up and shuffles around, grabbing stuff from here and there--whoa, hidden compartments? And a really thick and creepy tome.
[7:02pm] • Isabella grins a bit.
[7:03pm] Mons: Very shortly, she goes around with the stuff, setting people up depending on who they want to contact.
[7:03pm] Mons: And coming around to Isabella...
[7:03pm] Isabella: "Mmm..."
[7:05pm] Mons: "Well, speak up. Don't know any dead people?"
[7:05pm] Beatrice: (TONS OF THEM, HIDE THEM IN MY CLOSET.)
[7:06pm] Isabella: "I... didn't really think on it honestly, I was looking forward to seeing one of Bea's ancestors, but that should be her own thing."
[7:06pm] Mons: "Hmmmmm."
[7:06pm] Mons: "You could boooth try for the same one?"
[7:09pm] Beatrice: "Euuuh, I suppose...I cannot...zink of one by name, but ze blood of my forefathers is with mine so..."
[7:09pm] • Isabella shrugs, thinking. "Only if she doesn't mind... Though I do have a few questions after."
[7:09pm] Mons: "Mhm, we can do this."
[7:10pm] Mons: She starts strapping candles to your head and scribbling runes in frozen lamb's blood around your feet, you know, just the usual... Midway she goes, though, "Whaaaat sort of interesting ancestors, anyhow?"
[7:10pm] Beatrice: (oh boy how do I phrase this.)
[7:12pm] Mons: "I do need to know how strong to make the precautions."
[7:13pm] Beatrice: "Zere are...two sides.  One side was voodoo practictioners and shamans, islanders.  Ze other were spirit mediums and ghost trainers.  I am told ze original patriarchs of both sides were..." she fumbles on the last word a bit.
[7:13pm] Beatrice: "Deceptively powerful, I suppose."
[7:14pm] • Isabella listens, very curious.
[7:14pm] Mons: "...Deceptively powerful, you say, yes. Any... more clear on that one?"
[7:15pm] Mons: "If you don't quite know, that's fine. You should probably..."
[7:15pm] Mons: She tosses pouches of foul smelling herbs around your necks, dabs a little equally foul smelling oil on the candle wicks, and scribbles more as she goes.
[7:16pm] Beatrice: "Zey...both had pacts with Giratina, in some form or another."
[7:16pm] Mons: She frowns and thinks. "Same Giratina?"
[7:17pm] Mons: "Different ones? Or... well, hm."
[7:17pm] Beatrice: "Same."
[7:17pm] Mons: She seems to snap to the 'blindfolded' her for a bit. "Normally I'd advise you against this, buuuuut. Maybe I'm a little curious myself."
[7:21pm] Mons: "This activity in and of itself is dangerous work with that sort of bloodline. Nothing that can't be avoided by sticking to things and being clever, but..."
[7:22pm] Isabella: "If one were to avoid all the risks present in life, how boring would it be?"
[7:22pm] Mons: "That's my line. So be it!"
[7:23pm] Beatrice: "It cannot be worse zan what I did to Brigitte...hopefully."
[7:23pm] Mons: She finishes up the circle and gives both of you your scripts. Feel free to make up the magic words.
[7:25pm] Mons: While I type your fluff of course
[7:25pm] • Isabella squints at her lines. "Malificarum majora mortim conjura. Ishiggity diggity bippity boppity zoopity zop."
[7:28pm] • Beatrice squints her eyes. "Is zis - alphic script? Everhungry fhtagn?"
[7:30pm] Mons: Surely and slowly, the room begins to get darker, shadows more MELTING over everything than looming. They begin to envelop people, though the people themselves don't seem to notice or be disturbed. The whole room is going over their own deals as everything fades into a cold, harsh blackness.It's getting difficult to breathe, like your face is shoved into a pillow, as the shadows peel off, revealing a cold and alien landscape. The sky is day, but completely dark--not in the same photonegative way as Beatrice knows of the vale, just DARK.
[7:30pm] Mons: The rocks and ground are dry, cracked barren. The trees are wilted.
[7:31pm] Mons: A couple Murkrow and Houndour sit here and there, cawing or snarling at you as they pass. In fact, there are a LOT of dark and ghost types around, almost one of every species, but all either indifferent or wary of you.
[7:31pm] • Beatrice takes a deep breath, calming herself. "I -zink- it worked..."
[7:31pm] • Isabella looks around curiously.
[7:31pm] Mons: Perception?
[7:32pm] Isabella: A little nervous, of course, these are two of the three types that kick her ass.
[7:32pm] DiceMaid-9001 joined the chat room.
[7:32pm] Isabella: 1d20+11
[7:32pm] DiceMaid-9001: Isabella, 1d20+11: 18 [1d20=7]
[7:32pm] Beatrice: 1d20+1 oh boy.
[7:32pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, oh boy.: 3 [1d20=2]
[7:32pm] Beatrice: (pht.)
[7:32pm] Mons: Bella sees it; the only humanlike figure in the distance that ISN'T a Golett with a bigger one.
[7:33pm] Mons: A bigger figure that is, though the big one is only 'roughly' human.
[7:33pm] • Isabella taps Bea on the shoulder and points.
[7:34pm] • Beatrice looks over to it. "Euh?"
[7:34pm] Mons: Doesn't seem to be doing much.
[7:34pm] Mons: A couple pokemon are crowded around it, though, as far as you can pick out with more squinting.
[7:34pm] • Isabella gets up. "Let's go over..."
[7:35pm] • Beatrice nods, proceeding cautiously.
[7:35pm] • Isabella follows
[7:36pm] Beatrice: "I was always curious why zere was a big shush in ze family over not inviting ze deceased to family gatherings, admittedly."
[7:36pm] Mons: As you approach, whispers pass around you, as if tiny floating people zipped across your personal space. "Oh now he's done it..." "Hmph, this'll be a good guest." "Oho, visitors?" "Hey, girly, you shouldn't be here!" "And she was doing so well, too..."
[7:36pm] Mons: 1d20+????
[7:36pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, 1d20+????: 7 [1d20=7]
[7:37pm] • Isabella glances about. D:?
[7:37pm] Mons: A force begins pushing you back as you approach the person more; its back is still turned and it's distracted with something so it hasn't noticed you, but more importantly reality swirls a little.
[7:38pm] Isabella: "W-well." she continues the conversation. "Think of how hard it would be to invite every single dead relative. You'd spend hours, maybe days just doing all of this."
[7:38pm] • Beatrice looks around at the little people curiously. "Who -are- you?"
[7:38pm] Mons: Swirl swirl orbs... And a chunk of ground floats up to meet it, forming a rather large Spiritomb. The voices grow in number, circling around it, before they all go silent as its face comes into being, though it isn't grinning like usual. <Hey, hey, you shouldn't get any closer to this guy! It's, ah...>
[7:39pm] Mons: <Well, he's at least distracted for now, y'know... Glad I'm not quite dead yet.>
[7:39pm] Isabella: "Erm, what's the deal?"
[7:40pm] Mons: <...Buh? Another guest? What, this your lover?>
[7:40pm] Mons: <Man, what were you even doing here. Look, remember me? You gotta remember me, I'm that mutant Gengar's other half with you.>
[7:40pm] • Isabella scowls. "D-don't make silly jokes! I'm her friend."
[7:41pm] • Isabella quietens though, trying to let the thing sort itself out with Bea.
[7:41pm] Beatrice: As for the force, she pauses, looking to the spirittomb.  "Euuuuh."
[7:41pm] Mons: <But~ since you did, I guess that means you must have some sort of interest in the ol' deal? Eh? Eeeeeeh? Someone like you had to come around, y'know...>
[7:41pm] Beatrice: "...-Do- I know you?  Zere are quite a few spirits at ze manor..."
[7:41pm] Mons: <Heeeey, what's with the face? I'm saving you here!>
[7:42pm] Mons: <Oh man has it really been that long? Ngh, well...>
[7:42pm] Mons: 1d20+???
[7:42pm] DiceMaid-9001: Mons, 1d20+???: 18 [1d20=18]
[7:42pm] Mons: The man twitches a little and turns in your direction, noticing everything immediately.
[7:43pm] Beatrice: "And Isabella here is my dear friend, yes - oh. D:" noticing the man.
[7:43pm] Mons: The other shape turns with him, it's a gigantic hunk of obsidian hacked into a vaguely-human shape with a pattern of bright red gems shoved into its front. He hops on and it begins jetting forward, its legs not even moving...
[7:43pm] Isabella: "Huh?"
[7:44pm] Mons: <Well shit, gig's up. I've got... One last chance here, sorry for this if you don't like it. Long story short, he killed the Boss but botched the job, take care of the next one and the next me, see you in the after-afterlife!>
[7:44pm] Mons: One last perception
[7:44pm] Isabella: 1d20+11
[7:44pm] DiceMaid-9001: Isabella, 1d20+11: 23 [1d20=12]
[7:44pm] Beatrice: 1d20+1
[7:44pm] DiceMaid-9001: Beatrice, 1d20+1: 13 [1d20=12]
[7:45pm] Beatrice: "I do not know what you speak of, or zis mutant Gengar, I don't even have a Gengar -"
[7:45pm] Mons: It's a wiry old man, about in his 50s, lot of scruff. Looks really pissed, dressed fine though--fine suit, fine hat, fine glowing red eye I mean what WHAM the golem's fist comes down as everything goes white.
[7:45pm] Mons: You're... back in the classroom.
[7:45pm] Isabella: "Nnnngh, what?"
[7:45pm] Mons: Everyone's staring.
[7:46pm] Mons: Cecilia: "They're awake now."
[7:46pm] Isabella: "You'd think that would have been a little more straightforward and not as freaking cryptic..."
[7:46pm] Mons: Elaine: "Hm, yeees. Quite a trance you had, quiiiite a trance..."
[7:46pm] • Isabella rubs her head and looks up.
[7:46pm] • Beatrice groans.
[7:46pm] Isabella: "Huh...?"
[7:46pm] Mons: She points down. "Aaaand a successful one."
[7:46pm] • Isabella looks
[7:46pm] Mons: There's a Spiritomb's keystone laying around at your feet.
[7:47pm] Mons: It doesn't seem active.
[7:47pm] Beatrice: "I am going to have to call mon frere aine about zis later." She...looks at what's in her hand.
[7:47pm] Mons: Beato opens her hand to find... a bulb, wilted, but hard. It's sort of a dark gray color, with red flecks.
[7:47pm] Isabella: "I'm not entirely sure what just happened, really... We didn't even get to talk to the guy. And what... happened to him..."
[7:48pm] Mons: Is it a bulb or a seed, really? Hard to tell...
[7:48pm] Mons: Received: Odd Keystone, Odder Seed
[7:49pm] Mons: Annnd that'll be it for now. Who else is around/wanting to do things?
[7:49pm] • Isabella ponders the spiritomb's words.
[7:50pm] • Beatrice eyes the two items curiously. "...Just what was zat indeed..."
[7:51pm] CounterBeard: (I wanted to do Science club at some point but I have people coming over so =B)
[7:51pm] Mons: 3:
[7:51pm] Beatrice: She stores them quickly, turns to Elaine. "Zis was...a very enlightening experiment.  Zank you."
[7:52pm] Mons: The keystone does give you a bit of trouble because it has... sort of a lid with a very crude lock.
[7:52pm] Mons: Nothing seems to be inside, though.
[7:52pm] Isabella: "Very curious..."
[7:53pm] Beatrice: "...Maybe zis is why ze familiy patriarchs are never brought back for ze reuinions, zeir Pokemon must be -weird-." (and we can /mini there to clear up room for Gabe if you want, hahaha.)