TirkPTA Happyfuntime 10- Neeeeerds

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agidius: 	oh shoot, this is the version you saved?
agidius: 	better get Lydia's twin out of there
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Phatcat: 	It is, as I don't have ownership at the moment
Phatcat: 	And saving does that, for some reason
tirkaroKujo: 	RIght
tirkaroKujo: 	Forgot to kill all of you
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Phatcat: 	What is wrong with that boy
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Phatcat: 	Constantly connecting and undoing the act
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agidius: 	Eh, joined as player, saw shit was messed up and didn't see any sign of tirk, rejoined as GM and did clerical work, then Tirk deleted everything anyway
agidius: 	so whatever
tirkaroKujo: 	sad isn't it (sad)
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tirkaroKujo: 	Alright, now that I am no longer dying slowly
tirkaroKujo: 	lel never noticed
agidius: 	you hippo
Elisabet: (( Now we wait for MasterWariolord ))
agidius: (( as usual ))
agidius: (( added you to the call btw, pick up whenever you feel like it ))
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tirkaroKujo: 	m
tirkaroKujo: 	This cannot be a coincidence
Neal: (( everyone's shit is healed, right ))
	Neal: 	that's the one thing I can do right now, really
	Elisabet: 	More or less
	Neal: 	sew.
Phatcat: 	You sew, too?
	Neal: 	I don't have the dex for it
	Neal: 	« 1d20 = 15 » see
	Neal: 	well, that might do it
Phatcat: 	Neal, what's the point of a closet if it has a transparent door
	Neal: 	First I've heard that expression, it's a pretty good one though
	Neal: 	Now might be a good time to write up backstory then
	Neal: 	get it in a place Tirk at least has access to it
tirkaroKujo: 	AND THEN PTA DIED FOREVER ;~;
	Elisabet: 	Pretty much
tirkaroKujo: 	DIED A HORRIBLE, PAINFUL DEATH ;~;
	Neal: 	Well
	Neal: 	Tirk killed it the first night
	Neal: 	I killed it the second
	Neal: 	MT killed it the third
	Neal: 	now it's Warlord's turn
	Neal: 	PC, your call
tirkaroKujo: 	GONE GONE GONE JUST LIKE YOUR DOG ;~;
tirkaroKujo: 	YES, YOUR DOG'S DEAD TOO ;~;
	Neal: 	I think I killed it before Tirk, come to think of it
Phatcat: 	I'll just bunt, I think
Phatcat: 	Not up to hitting this ball
	Neal: 	but whatever
Phatcat: 	With any degree of effort
tirkaroKujo: 	I RAN HIM OVER WITH THE CAR WHEN I DROVE IN ;~;
tirkaroKujo: 	EVERYONE YOU LOVE AROUND YOU IS DYING ;~;
	Neal: 	Stop that (D)
	Elisabet: 	So what's Neal's backstory?
Phatcat: 	He's secretly a gay cow-lover.
	Elisabet: 	BUT MILTANK ARE ALL FEMALE
	Neal: 	Well that doesn't even hold up to its own l- ^
Phatcat: 	I didn't say he was happy.
tirkaroKujo: 	ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU MY TALE
tirkaroKujo: 	I WAS BUT A LOWLY SON OF A MILTANK FARMER UP IN JOHTO
tirkaroKujo: 	BUT ALL OF THE MILTANKS DIED
tirkaroKujo: 	SO HE HAD TO MILK ME IN THEIR PLACE ;~;
tirkaroKujo: 	*Dead silence*
tirkaroKujo: 	Geez, tough crowd
	Elisabet: 	Welp
	Elisabet: 	Guess we're not playin
tirkaroKujo: 	Right when my stomach stops killing me too (sad)
	Neal: 	But yeah, third kid out of four on a farm, always the smallest, had to earn his keep in a different way, talent for medicine, had an opportunity from one of his parents' clients to pursue his education, did so, time passes, skills develop, gets a letter from home about tough times etc, dad w/broken leg, barely managing to pay the bills, finds out about the tournament and sort of, er, steals experimental supplies to head out and do what he can to find a decent team and hopefully win the thing for his family. Miltank' an heirloom, Prinplup he raised himself from one of the clients I mentioned ages ago but was lost in this choppy mess
	Neal: 	guess I'll grab said choppy mess
	Neal: 	or as PC said on Skype, basically Zach but a pansy
	Lydia: 	He didn't even start his own farm
	Lydia: 	And then leave it
	Elisabet: 	HE'LL NEVER SAVE THE HOMELAND (D)
	Lydia: 	Only to die three days later.
	Lydia: 	He had kids depending on him, and you let him die.
	Lydia: 	By refusing to attack.
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	Nadine 1: 	I WAS LEVEL 1
	Nadine 1: 	WHAT DID YOU EXPECT
	Lydia: 	You had a sling
	Nadine 1: 	And I USED it.
	Lydia: 	Once
	Nadine 1: 	Slings are just Str.
	Nadine 1: 	Yeah, and the other time?
	Nadine 1: 	I SUMMONED AN EAGLE
	Lydia: 	But it died.
	Nadine 1: 	but bear was just AoO, BITCH
	Nadine 1: 	seriously, AoOs are fucking retarded.
	Nadine 1: 	actually, no.
	Nadine 1: 	REACH is.
	Nadine 1: 	You do not have a 10 meter reach.
	Nadine 1: 	I don't care who you are.
	Lydia: 	That wasn't meters, it was feet
	Nadine 1: 	Bears do not have 10 foot long claws.
	Lydia: 	In PTA, each square is one meter, in Pathfinder, each square is five feet
	Nadine 1: 	That would be cumberson
	Nadine 1: 	*cumbersome
	Lydia: 	Well, technically, it's only around 5-7
	Lydia: 	But they do have arms.
tirkaroKujo: 	I entirely forgot how long a Meter is
tirkaroKujo: 	I am not good at measurements
	Nadine 1: 	3.3ish feet indeed
	Nadine 1: 	so probably as long as your leg
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	Nadine 1: 	Seriously, man
	Nadine 1: 	At THIS point
	Nadine 1: 	I could just become that bear.
	Elisabet: 	SO WHAT'S LYDIA'S DEAL? IS SHE AN EX-STRIPPER?
	Nadine 1: 	Probably
	Lydia: 	Well, I'm typing one up
tirkaroKujo: 	probably
	Lydia: 	Sadly, wording is my antithesis
tirkaroKujo: 	How
tirkaroKujo: 	just word things
	Nadine 1: 	I was having the same problem, just went with the bullet points there
	Nadine 1: 	as it doesn't really need to be coherent
	Lydia: 	I may as well
MeisterWarlock has connected.
	Nadine 1: 	Guess I'll vanish
tirkaroKujo: 	Main reason why I tend to ignore Skype
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tirkaroKujo: 	The call quality has a nasty habit of shitting out on a random basis
tirkaroKujo: 	Which I entirely blame on my shitty wireless connection
	Neal: 	*so... what even ended up happening with Tatsuun*
tirkaroKujo: 	Tuco rolled her out of the casino
tirkaroKujo: 	You are now in the middle of a newly run-down Casino that used to be the concentration spot of the evil money ghost Kotick, created from the greed and hatred in the hearts of man, or probably just one man who may or may not be the CEO of a non-specific video entertainment company. This is but of course a minor distraction compared to what's going on at hand, that is, our heroes getting a badge from the local gym leader and desperately trying to have any time to properly introduce themselves whatsoever. (They will not.) What fun and educational antics shall they get themselves in this time? Do you reeeaaally need to know?
Neal: (( nope, we'll figure that out on our own ))
tirkaroKujo: 	I sure do hope so
Tuco: (( pc requires a 40 page essay written in full in an hour detailing this ))
Tuco: (( or he will quit ))
Tuco: (( is the gym leader in this town yes/no ))
	Galleon: 	*Shakes head* And thus beginneth the legend of the world's fastest Furret.
Tuco: (( so asks the skype call ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The Gym itself is not in this town whatsoever
	Neal: 	Okay, that should be enough. That's about all I can do without wasting unnecessary resources.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's an hour's way off from here
tirkaroKujo: 	The Gym leader though, who knows
	Neal: 	This whole thing's put us in a pretty big rut.
	Lydia: 	Well, that's what happens when...whatever that was happens.
	Lydia: 	Our money melted? Turned to ash?
	Sally: 	Speaking of ruts, what am I still doing here? There's no more money to be found here anymore!
	Sally: 	It's almost sadly poetic in a way....
	Tuco: 	Don't remind me, I'm still trying to get over it. @Lydia
Neal: (( didn't you leave ages ago ))
	Elisabet: 	Maybe this is some sorta thinly veiled moral message that money doesn't buy happiness. Or some gay shit like that, who the fuck knows.
	Tuco: 	Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
	Neal: 	Yeah, but it does buy gas.
	Tuco: 	Or healing from the center in a crappy nation like this
tirkaroKujo: 	Is someone just scarfing down whipped cream
tirkaroKujo: 	Totally called it
Neal: (( YES, DON'T JUDGE ME ))
	Lydia: 	What? They charge for that?
	Elisabet: 	Maaaaaaaaaan, I thought you guys were total BA's who just stole all the shit you got and shit.
	Galleon: 	Bummer! Where will I get money from now?
	Tuco: 	Half true.
	Galleon: 	This place was like, my entire income!
	Lydia: 	No, Tuco had someone else steal it.
	Lydia: 	Then bought it from them.
	Tuco: 	How did you even make money without getting kicked out by the asshat that ran the place? @Galleon
	Galleon: 	It's also why I'm living in rags, but you can't win all of 'em....
	Galleon: 	Kicked out? Why he never tried such a blunt tactic on me!
	Galleon: 	Though there were a bunch of other goofs who tried to mark me out for strange reasons
	Lydia: 	Nor me...of course, I didn't win anything.
	Neal: 	Was it the hat?
	Lydia: 	Huh?
	Neal: 	The blue guy.
	Tuco: 	Welp I'd show you how to rig the furret, but it'd be pointless now. Unless that's a common thing, I don't even know.
	Galleon: 	And what a beating I recieved! Do you think I was born with pointy ears?
	Elisabet: 	Boriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
	Tuco: 	Yeeeeeah there's nothing here for any of us. And the casino seemed to basically own the town, so. . .
	Tuco: 	Should probably just get going.
	Galleon: 	Owns the town? Why I wish!
	Galleon: 	It may be the most lively looking, but I'm quite certain the biggest source of income for this silly little town is the contest hall.
	Galleon: 	But who cares about girly things like that?
	Lydia: 	I really wish you hadn't trashed the place. I was thinking of maybe running it myself...
	Neal: 	...really? Planning to buy it off of Mr. Moneybags on the floor over there?
	Elisabet: 	So like, seriously. How did this casino go about existing for however long without someone else finding out that the owner was some crazy ghost asshole? Am I the only one who sees the major gap in logic there? Like seriously, yo.
	Galleon: 	Hmm, now that I think about it...
	Tuco: 	I thought you didn't like logic. . .?
	Lydia: 	Well, not buy. More like...commandeer.
	Tuco: 	Anyway I doubt he went around shouting OH I'M A GHOST SPOOOOKY
	Tuco: 	. . .Then again he did just do that to us.
	Lydia: 	And of course it doesn't make sense, I think that's the theme of this region./
	Galleon: 	Why did we even come here in the first place? Heck, why are we even in this dingy town anyway? Why are we even fighting eachother with silly pocket monsters when it's by all means considered a terrible form of warfare that relies far too much on the sportsmanship of both men!
	Neal: 	You just sort of... stop questioning it, I guess.
	Galleon: 	And howcome Frodo didn-
	Galleon: 	Hat: LOGIC DETECTED
	Galleon: 	Hat: INITIALIZING BRAINWASHING PROGRAM
	Galleon: 	Hey wh- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
	Galleon: 	....
	Galleon: 	I like money!
	Tuco: 	. . .Tell me
	Tuco: 	Is the hat from the casino
	Neal: 	Could I take a look at that hat?
	Galleon: 	What? This hat? You can't have it!
	Galleon: 	It's all mine! My hat!
	Galleon: 	You do not belong in the same world as my hat!
	Galleon: 	A world is 2 feet right?
	Neal: 	Well I'm not going to argue that.
	Elisabet: 	There's lots of shit I don't like! But if there's one thing I -really- don't like, it's that nasty fuckin skin soup gets when it's been sitting out. It's like "The fuck? I just want to eat my fuckin soup, not this nasty ass shit on top of it!" -ANOTHER- thing I don't like is how.... *rambles to self* .......one restraining order later, and that's how I got kicked out of the public pool.
	Tuco: 	I don't want it. I asked where it came from.
	Tuco: 	I want to get a hat like yours too!
	Lydia: 	You really like to talk for someone who lived alone in a dumpster.
	Galleon: 	Oh, you want a hat like mine? I just sort of caught it when it blew in up north.
	Galleon: 	Think it came from Kamui's place.
	Tuco: 	Thank you. We'll be sure to never ever go there as long as we so live.
Neal: (( Do you think you could like, levitate the hat in place so it just stays there while he walks away ))
	Lydia: 	Huh? Didn't that girl say somethign about that...she sounded like it was real far away.
Tuco: (( I could but don't care enough ))
Neal: (( fair ))
	Elisabet: 	Well yeah. You gotta pass the time somehow. So I'd talk to myself, ya know? Fuckin wears me out to talk to my Pokes all the time.
Tuco: (( ask me to do it in-char ))
Tuco: (( if you want it ))
Neal: (( I probably wouldn't ask in-char ))
	Galleon: 	Who? Kamui?
	Tuco: 	Why would you go and talk to your Pokemon? They don't talk back and don't understand hardly anything
	Tuco: 	They're just monsters who take orders.
	Galleon: 	He's the local Aristocraleaderprincepersonofgenerallyhighimportance and part-time Gym Leader/contest champion. He looks like a tool.
	Neal: 	(Like I haven't heard that a thousand times...) Hey, weren't you on your way out, miss?
	Sally: 	Mnyess? Would you like to know something before I go?
	Elisabet: 	They talk back, brah. You just gotta listen. It takes a bit to get their native tongues down. Lotsa repeating their own name and that stuff. I tend to get words confused sometimes. Like the differece between "Glace!" and "Glace!" It's real fuckin subtle, brah.
	Tuco: 	. . .Oh.
	Neal: 	No, it's just... you've been standing there a while, just sort of listening in.
	Tuco: 	Wellllllllllll then, thanks for that.
	Tuco: 	Did you guys get that?
Lydia: (( back ))
	Tuco: 	The gym leader we have to go to has mind control hats.
	Lydia: 	Well, at least I'm immune.
	Elisabet: 	I'm not a hat person, brah.
	Tuco: 	. . .Right you have a hat. I would say we should all go and buy some hats
	Tuco: 	BUT ALL OF OUR FUCKING MONEY.
	Tuco: 	EVERY LAST BIT
	Tuco: 	IS GONE.
Neal: (( unless... that IS one of the mind-control hats ))
Neal: (( and you've been ONE OF THEM ALL ALONG ))
	Sally: 	I'm just thinking. Can't a girl think for a moment?
	Elisabet: 	Well, you have one buck, dude.
	Sally: 	I mean geez, the only reason I'm here was to get enough money to start my business.
	Sally: 	But I'm back at square 1 this time! And that sucks!
	Neal: 	Aren't you already employed, though?
	Lydia: 	You think that's bad? That was the only reason I came to this whole region.
	Neal: 	You're wearing your uniform, at least.
	Tuco: 	she's employed to a melted pile of golden goo.
	Elisabet: 	That's a pretty specific reason, brah-with-a-bra.
	Sally: 	No, it's just to make me look employed.
	Sally: 	Isn't that what people usually do?
	Elisabet: 	I just thought of that. Pretty clever, huh? Fuck yeah it is.
	Sally: 	Dress up to make themselves seem far more important than they actually are?
	Neal: 	Maybe not with that... type of uniform.
	Lydia: 	...ugh.
	Tuco: 	well when my mom bitched at me to get a job I told her to shut the fuck up.
	Tuco: 	Of course then I was kicked out of my house.
	Sally: 	If it works for everyone else, it most certainly should work for me!
	Lydia: 	What, you mean you weren't kicked out because you were eating them out of house and home?
	Elisabet: 	Duuuuuuuuude! I know exactly what you mean big dude. Fuckin parents am I right?
	Elisabet: 	They were probably total dicks about your psychic stuff huh?
Lydia: (( MT, does Nevada somehow grow oranges ))
Lydia: (( Because I am eating the dryest orange ever right now ))
Lydia: (( it is also as red as blood ))
Elisabet: (( We don't grow nothin nigga (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	I've eaten drier
Lydia: (( not even self-pity? ))
Elisabet: (( *dryer sheets ))
	Neal: 	Right, well, I hate to burst bubbles, but getting a job might be exactly what we need to do right now.
	Tuco: 	They were trying to get me to get a job that had nothing to do with my psychic ability at first. Then, the best thing they could think up for me to use it with. . .
Neal: (( Dry oranges are the best oranges. ))
	Tuco: 	Was to JOIN THE CIRCUS.
	Lydia: 	....imagining it, that wouldn't be so bad.
	Elisabet: 	Pffffft, bwahahaha. Fuckin parents just don't understand, yo. Always exploitin you or trying to shoot down the shit you wanna do. Pretty much wanna live their shit through you, ya know? *nods* Better off not dealing with that shit.
	Neal: 	I think it's about time we took a look around the rest of this town.4
	Tuco: 	They weren't circus people or anything. They were just lookin' for any excuse to get me out of the house and-Yeah that sounds like a good idea.
	Lydia: 	Well, we've apparently got a contest hall to check out, I guess.
	Tuco: 	Since we needa get -some- money, maybe we should just look into the stupid contest.
	Neal: 	*moves self right dafuq out of the casino, edging by the creepy witch dude*
	Galleon: 	I am still but drifiting off into a place between oblivion and generalization.
tirkaroKujo: 	And so you move out of the Casseynoe and back into the open.
	Elisabet: 	*stuffs hands in pockets* Guess we're done
	Lydia: 	What a shame.
tirkaroKujo: 	There's a somewhat sizable crowd near the Contest hall, and from what you can assume from certain murmurs it's probably because somebody important is there.
Neal: (( yeah yeah yeah, contest hall, what else was there in this town ))
tirkaroKujo: 	A couple of classy fellas from up north are strolling the town, while some kid with some strange gear is looking around for something that appears important. And as per usual, the shops and Pokemon centers are always open for visiting.
	Elisabet: 	Hey Nealio, maybe you could like, heal peoples' Pokemon and shit for less than the Pokemon Center does. Could bring you some monaaaaay.
	Lydia: 	Well, does anyone need to go to the center?
	Neal: 	That's... TRUE, yeah, but my supplies are a bit limited.
	Tuco: 	we still got all those healing items we bought from (last city)
	Tuco: 	we're good for that.
tirkaroKujo: 	Also, there's a ditzy woman travelling around with a rather straight-edged Sceptile. And off in the corner is a random Shroomish that seems to be scurrying somewhere.
	Tuco: 	. . .Guess we could sell a bit of that to get us some hats.
	Lydia: 	« 1d2 = 1 » 1 woman 2 gearboy
	Elisabet: 	*yawns* Why did we need hats again? Wasn't listening. *spits in grass*
	Lydia: 	well okay, be that way Maptool
	Lydia: 	Something about how Tuco thinks the gym leader brainwashes people with hats.
	Neal: 	He's probably not far off.
	Elisabet: 	You can double stack hats, bro. You need fuckin tinfoil
	Elisabet: 	Which I totally have. Back at my dumpster home. So yeah. No goin there.
tirkaroKujo: 	What was that about Shroomish
tirkaroKujo: 	Skype shitted out
tirkaroKujo: 	The Shroomish was in fact an entirely seperate thing
	Gelanty: 	*Looks around* Sci sci?!
	Lydia: 	*walks up to woman* Hey, there! Uh, you wouldn't happen to kn--um, what?
	Sceptile: 	*Holds down her head* Shh! Don't make a scene!
	Elisabet: 	*notices the Shroomish* Oooo....*walks up to* Well hey there.
	Sceptile: 	Aw crap, I'm too late aren't it?
	Lydia: 	I don't think you heard me.
	Lydia: 	Um, what?
Tuco: (( is sceptile talking ))
	Shroomish: 	Shroomi?
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes, yes it is.
	Gelanty: 	Sceptile....
	Tuco: 	The Sceptile have one of those security things on his neck?
	Sceptile: 	Right! Uh..you will pretend you heard none of this today!
	Elisabet: 	Hrmmmm....*clears throat, Zoopathy* "Yo, mushroom dude. What's up?"
	Tuco: 	like that Garchomp?
	Lydia: 	I'd be more okay with that if I wasn't kinda interested in what happened.
tirkaroKujo: 	The Sceptile has nothing on it's neck, and in fact, appears to be speaking with it's mouth.
	Shroomish: 	Yo, not much girl. I'm just chillin' out here, strutting around for no reason.
	Shroomish: 	Except there's PLENTY of reason!
	Shroomish: 	I was one of the beautiful Pokemon!
	Shroomish: 	But I can't find my trainer anymore! She up and left!
	Shroomish: 	I can't be drop-dead gorgeous without her!
	Sceptile: 	*Ahem*....are you still here?
Lydia: (( I'm imagining this thing talking like the biggest black man you ever did see, and it's great ))
	Sceptile: 	Oh come on! Well, seems I can't weasel my way out of this.
	Tuco: 	Neal? You got any idea why the Pogeyman is talking?
	Lydia: 	Yeah! Could you explain this?
	Elisabet: 	"Hrmm, that sorta blows. What's the chick look like? Pretty lame of her to total bail on you. You seem pretty cool to me."
	Neal: 	Unless it's something like Elisabet's thing, I've got nothing.
	Tuco: 	Elisabet has a thing? You mean some kind of weird fetish?
	Tuco: 	*Did not witness it during fight because hippo*
	Sceptile: 	*Ahem* So there I was, walking the roads of Boom Boom Roadville....
	Neal: 	And even then, she was just talking like a regular Glaceon. Maybe a more developed technique...?
	Shroomish: 	Aaaaw, stooop iiiiiit!
	Lydia: 	Neal, you're confusing me more than the talking plant dragon.
	Shroomish: 	You're makin' me blush here! Save it for the contests!
	Shroomish: 	Wait! But I can't find my trainer! Contests are over for me!
	Neal: 	It's still a bit weird to me.
	Shroomish: 	I may as well just get started on a far less dignified profession. Like circus performer!
	Elisabet: 	"Contests really aren'
Lydia: (( Catch it, and name it Tuco ))
	Tuco: 	*Sadly cannot hear it*
	Sceptile: 	When all of a sudden, I came across a Psychic! And a really good one at that!
	Elisabet: 	t my thing, otherwise I'd offer to help ya. Chillin and kickin asses are pretty much our game."
	Sceptile: 	She said she could give me the power to ace my trainer's exam if I could ordeal a bunch of grueling trials...
	Sceptile: 	So basically, it was one of those things where I work my ass off, and it turns out she did nothing, so she could go "The power was within you AAAALLLL ALONG!" pieces of garbage.
	Tuco: 	. . .But you're a damn Pokemon. What do you train? Baby Pokemon? *Oblivious*
	Lydia: 	(She needed help for that...?)
Neal: (( don't you have like 500 Int (D) ))
	Sceptile: 	But then I decided to get lazy and get some of my friends to do it instead.
	Neal: 	*heads to nearby bench because why not*
	Sceptile: 	So with that in mind, I just went up to her and said "yo, gimme that power"
	Sceptile: 	But of course she saw through my bull, got peeved, and switched my mind with my Sceptile here.
	Lydia: 	...just like that?
	Sceptile: 	It's not very fun.....
	Neal: 	*pulls out bottle clearly labeled POISON, starts turning it over in hands*
	Shroomish: 	Oh come on!
	Lydia: 	You'd think you'd be stronger, or faster, or something.
	Shroomish: 	Even if you hate contests, I mean I guess not all of us can have class, can't you at least help a Pokemon out?
	Shroomish: 	Here! I'll find you tickets to the contest if you just find my trainer! Please!
	Sceptile: 	You'd think that, but there's far more drawbacks than you think.
	Neal: 	(What was this stuff, anyway? I should probably take a closer look at it now that I have the time.) « 1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7 » Wis roll because hippo
	Elisabet: 	"Hrmmm...what's she look like, yo?"
	Neal: 	*haha, naw*
tirkaroKujo: 	Read what now
	Shroomish: 	What did she look like? Why, she's a large girl...or is she small by your standards?
	Shroomish: 	I can never tell with you humans!
	Shroomish: 	You all look the same to me!
	Lydia: 	You can still talk ,can't you? I mean, maybe people would be freaked out, but you should be fine after a bit?
	Shroomish: 	But uh...I guess that silly tuft of hair you wear on your head was dyed purple.
	Shroomish: 	Also had the cutest ribbon too.
	Shroomish: 	Not even a tenth as cute as me, but still.
Lydia: (( So we look for a girl with a purple mohawk. ))
Lydia: (( As that;'s what I imagine with "tuft of hair" ))
	Sceptile: 	There's a reason why I'm out here miles away from home!
	Tuco: 	(Heh, imagine all the power I could get if I could have the body of something. . .Like, a Machamp or something. A Machamp with Psychic Powers! Bwahahahaha!) So where exactly is this witch that did this to you? We don't want to be turned into Pokemon.
	Elisabet: 	"Purple hair with a ribbon...hrmm, that could work. Aight. Guess I'll take a look around for her."
	Sceptile: 	But mostly, I'm out here to look for a way to turn back.
	Neal: 	Guess that was a bust. Gah, whatever, it was probably poison anyway.
	Sceptile: 	And I have about zero leads at all! Oh woe is me!
tirkaroKujo: 	*late*
	Lydia: 	Can't help you there...
	Neal: 	*just tosses it in a trashcan*
tirkaroKujo: 	*The "poison" seems to relax you a lot*
	Neal: 	*well alright*
Neal: (( smelled like pecha berries last time I tried it ))
	Lydia: 	Did you try asking someone important? Like the Gym Leader...?
	Neal: 	*untosses it*
	Sceptile: 	*Puts hands on hips* Well if you find a Psychic, think she goes by the name Denden, tell her to forgive me, please!
	Lydia: 	They tend to have the most answers for these kinda things.
	Gelanty: 	Sceptile, Scept!
Lydia: (( >denden ))
	Elisabet: 	'Ey, yo Neal! You're on scoutin duty, brah!
Lydia: (( does she have a partner named mushi ))
	Neal: 	What?
	Shroomish: 	May your travels be safe, good lady!
	Tuco: 	Where was this Denden person where you last saw her again?
	Tuco: 	*when
	Lydia: 	Uh, well, what does she look like?
	Elisabet: 	"SHROOM! SHROOMISH! SHROOM SHROOM!* *still speaking like a Shroomish*
	Sceptile: 	Oh gee, I wish I knew! She set up a silly-looking tent in the middle of Boom Boom Roadville, and disappears the day after she switched my minds!
	Neal: 	...is this a side effect of your possession thing?
	Lydia: 	...is there a giant shroomish behind us?
	Sceptile: 	Her looks? Hmm, she looks awfully plain for a psychic.
	Elisabet: 	...*stops, deep breath* Fuck. No. I was just talking to that little mushroom dude over there. If we find its trainer, it'll give you guys tickets to the contest, yo.
	Sceptile: 	Last time I saw her, she was wearing a light blue sundress with a matching frilly hat.
	Lydia: 	You can...what? Whatever, I'll accept it, dealing with something much weirder right now anyways.
	Neal: 	Well hey, that's... convenient. You can talk to Pokemon too? Or did you already say that... *trails off, flips through to find notes*
	Tuco: 	(Maybe could catch and sell this sceptile for an assload, but she's still owned by her body, so it wouldn't work.) *Looks on map for boom boobs roadville*
	Sceptile: 	Her eyes seemed to have a stare that's part stunning and part empty husk. And she always talks with a smile on her face, even when she got pissed at me!
	Sceptile: 	How smug
	Neal: 	Whatever, what are we looking for, exactly?
	Lydia: 	Well, I guess we'll be on the lookout...though I think you'd probably have better look
	Lydia: 	luck*
tirkaroKujo: 	Boom Boom Roadville is 50 miles away from here, after two marked Gyms on your map and 5 towns.
	Elisabet: 	Some girl with purple hair and a ribbon or some shit. I just wanted the thing for myself but I guess it'll get you into the fuckin contest if you want.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's mostly marked with lots of roads and radio towers.
	Neal: 	I don't think any of us are technically trained in contests. I mean, I'm sure not, Tuco sure as heck isn't. You don't really seem the type and I don't know if Lydia would be.
	Sceptile: 	*Puts hands in non-existant pockets* Ptooey! Guesso!
	Lydia: 	I might could do it...
	Tuco: 	Your grammar are broken
	Elisabet: 	Well we ain't got anything else to do. And we might as well help the little mushroom thing out, brah.
	Elisabet: 	Unless you totally want it to like DIE out here or somethin. In which case it'll totally be your fault.
	Tuco: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LyR2VDicQw
	Lydia: 	I know a few visual tricks, I guess. Either way, all we can do is lose.
	Lydia: 	Not like we can lose our money...
	Tuco: 	There's dignity to lose, but for our Pokemon, not us.
	Valence: 	*I could probably win a beauty competition*
	Valence: 	*somehow*
	Neal: 	Purple hair and a ribbon. I guess it's as good of a lead as any.
Neal: (( and then Tuco is the one to find her ))
Neal: (( and scare the SHIT out of her ))
	Neal: 	Is that Shroomish of yours going to stay put or are we going to have to find it afterwards?
Valence: (( > Beauty moves - High Cute moves - Average Smart moves - Poor Cool moves - Average Tough moves - Poor ))
Valence: (( all I have are three Beauty moves, two Cool, and one smart ))
Valence: (( I could ace the thing ))
	Elisabet: 	Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I dunno. I guess I'll tell it to stay put. Prolly won't listen.
	Elisabet: 	"Yo mushroom dude!" *shouts from where I am* "Stay there, yo! We'll find ya once we find your trainer chick, brah!"
	Shroomish: 	YOU BETTER! I mean, THANKS!
	Lydia: 	Wish I could understand any of that.
	Tuco: 	. . .I didn't think you were literal when you just talked to freaking Pokemon
	Lydia: 	You're going to freak people out, I should know, I'm a person and I'm freaked out.
	Tuco: 	^
	Elisabet: 	It's pretty easy, brah. And why would I care? *yawns* People are douchebags and assholes anyway, man. So what if they think I'm a weirdo. It's the normal people you gotta watch out for, brah, I'll say it again.
	Neal: 	Hey, does everyone still have their bottles of... whatever it was they gave us at the Monster Madness or whatever it was?
	Lydia: 	Well, I'm pretty normal, and I don't think that's a bad thing.
	Lydia: 	Yeah, I've still got it. Why? You want it?
	Tuco: 	I can respect that, I spose. Too true. And Lydia, you're not normal. Cause if you were you would've left this dumbass group of ours by now.
	Neal: 	May as well. I'm trying to figure out what it even is. It's probably poisoned or something, but still.
	Lydia: 	*tosses poison to Neal* There you go.
Lydia: (( dex check to catch it ))
	Neal: 	*catch- DAMMIT*
	Neal: 	« 1d20 = 8 »
	Neal: 	*no idea*
	Elisabet: 	Aww, snap. Tuco buuuuuurned you. « 1d20 = 13 »
	Elisabet: 	*totally catches it instead, obv*
tirkaroKujo: 	Seems that way
	Tuco: 	*Levitates poison to him like hippo instead of walking 5 feet*
	Lydia: 	Well, hey. Someone's got to keep you from kidnapping everyone and ransoming them off.
	Neal: 	...right. *takes bottles*
	Neal: 	Still getting used to that.
	Tuco: 	We were just doing our job with what's her face and Garen.
	Lydia: 	My point stands.
	Lydia: 	Now...uh, you were looking for that thing's owner, right?
	Elisabet: 	Ransoms, robberies, asskickings, damn, there's never a dull moment with you guys.
	Lydia: 	Wouldn't think she'd be at the contest hall, would you?
	Neal: 	Not without her tickets.
	Neal: 	Though we might as well start looking in the crowd around there.
tirkaroKujo: 	And into the crowd you go. Outside the contest hall is crowded, but not quite as crowded as it was before.
tirkaroKujo: 	Mainly because everyone is inside now
	Valence: 	*WHY DO I KEEP TRYING TO TALK AS THIS THING*
	Valence: 	BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME
Neal: (( gonna be right back, like literally, don't wait up ))
	Tuco: 	She'll have her bodyguards, but we kicked their asses last time. Might give us an excuse to *Cough* borrow *Cough* some cash.
	Tuco: 	but we should go if we're gonna go
Lydia: (( it wasn't confirmed to be Kaede hipo ))
	Elisabet: 	Who's got bodyguards yo?
	Tuco: 	*Didn't say hippo*
	Tuco: 	Can we move. . .Somewhere else to talk about the contest hall? Like, say, the contest hall? The Sceptile is watching us like a hawk.
	Lydia: 	Well, we need to hurry on in there anyways, from the looks of it.
	Sceptile: 	*I HAVE WALKED OFF BY NOW*
	Tuco: 	*Stop preventing me from saying things please*
	Elisabet: 	*wanders on over thar since no maeps*
Lydia: (( No meeps? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And so you make it to the door, but of course, there's a man demanding to see your tickets.
Neal: (( THERE WOULD BE ))
	Lydia: 	We have to have a ticket to just walk in?
	Han: 	HEY MAN
	Han: 	Well, not normally.
	Han: 	Tonight is a special occasion though!
	Elisabet: 	Duuuuuuude. . .we like, totally have tickets and shit.
	Han: 	And like any good source of money, it is only within our duty to-
	Han: 	Oh, you do? Lemme see!
Lydia: (( Don't do this MT ))
Lydia: (( You have 4 Charisma ))
	Neal: 	(...we do? Really?(
Neal: (( ALSO ))
Lydia: (( You are literally as charismatic as Julian ))
Neal: (( JUST REALIZED THIS ))
Neal: (( but you TOTALLY SHOULD HAVE POSSESSED THE SHROOMISH (D) ))
Neal: (( and then just walk over here ))
	Elisabet: 	Yeah. They're totally like, right here. . .*reaches into pocket* FUCKIN RUN! *tries to run in past him*
	Lydia: 	...
	Lydia: 	I'm sorry, sir, she's an idiot.
Neal: (( well SHIT (XD) ))
Elisabet: (( FOUR CHA LADIES AND GENTS ))
	Tuco: 	Guh if you're gonna play it like that we could've done this a LOT simpler
	Tuco: 	« 1d20 = 16 » hypnosis
	Han: 	Oh my, it appears there are people trying to make it past me!
	Han: 	And one of them has put me into a deep sleep!
	Han: 	Whatever shall I d- Zzzz?
	Neal: 	Uh. That's one way?
	Lydia: 	...is that your solution to everything?
	Elisabet: 	It's a pretty ballin solution! C'mon!
Elisabet: (( Also, I totes had Quick Attack, that should've let me get past : ))
	Neal: 	...*searches for ticket stubs on/around the guy for future identity proof*
	Lydia: 	*just walks in casually*
Lydia: (( ...why do I remem--OH GOD ))
Lydia: (( THIS IS WHERE WE FOUGHT DESPERADO ))
Lydia: (( Or whatever his name was ))
	Elisabet: 	Hrmm, better return, Pantera. Slayer, go cause mischief.
Lydia: (( Or...did I fight him? Or was that just you ))
	Lydia: 	No, don't! We're not here to ransa--dammit.
	Elisabet: 	Free spirit, yo.
Lydia: (( So we have that one guy from PCfinder that never appeared ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And so, you barge in and make a TOTAL MESS OH MY GOD
Lydia: (( and Gay Penguin ))
	Lydia: 	*WALKED IN CASUALLY* (D)
	Neal: 	*grabs four stubs, then*
	Elisabet: 	That'd be like putting a Poochyena on a leash.
tirkaroKujo: 	Yeah well, you do, sure.
	Lydia: 	That's what leashes are for!
	Elisabet: 	Pfft, suuure. . .
	Neal: 	Take one totally legal stub, everybody, no problems here.
	Lydia: 	*takes one*
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, the main contest hall is a lavishly dressed place, with leagues of adoring fans hopping about to see the show.
	Elisabet: 	*stuffs in pocket* Well now we don't have to find that mushroom dude's trainer at least. Fuckin love loopholes and laziness.
	Lydia: 	What? Well...I guess, but then what was the point of you all coming here?
	Lydia: 	I thought only I was gonna enter this thing, everyone else complaiend.
	Elisabet: 	Free shit?
tirkaroKujo: 	Two Pokemon appear to be competing for the Judge's affections. The same as usual. The current show is just about wrapping up.
	Elisabet: 	Gotta think of all that free swaaaaaaaaag.
	Tuco: 	Isn't it free to enter these things?
	Lydia: 	Well, no, that's why we got our tickets.
	Lydia: 	REMEMBER? When we BOUGHT our tickets?
	Neal: 	Yep, preordered them a week ago.
	Tuco: 	Oh, we PAID for them
	Tuco: 	We paid $103 K FOR THEM.
Lydia: (( Judge is just so obviously evil ))
tirkaroKujo: 	His name was Saxman in TF2
	Elisabet: 	Preeeeeetty sure we just hypnotized the guard. Probably best you took him out though. . .my way would've hurt.
	Rack: 	Well Jamm, what did you think of that performance?
	Jamm: 	*Smooth saxaphone noises*
	Lydia: 	Hey, you, you're bad at talking, try not to do it.
	Tuco: 	*Observe/10*
	Elisabet: 	*shrugs* Whateves.
	Lenora: 	I agree too! Utterly lavish show on both ends!
	Neal: 	Right, there should be a rule list somewhere...? Hopefully it's not too late for you to sign up.
	Tuco: 	Is it just me
	Tuco: 	or is the fat judge. . .
	Tuco: 	Dying?
	Neal: 	I don't think so.. I hope not.
tirkaroKujo: 	There is in fact a signup sheet to the left.
	Elisabet: 	Whoahohohho! That thing's fuckin -COOL-! *points at Volcarona* Giant fuckin fire bug. Perfect for a fuckin firebug like myself. *giddy laughter*
tirkaroKujo: 	Doesn't seem to be too late to enter.
	Tuco: 	*Tries to see what category contest is even for*
	Tuco: 	*To see if it is just hippo cute*
tirkaroKujo: 	This contest seems to have mixed genres, with judges judging certain aspects differently.
	Tuco: 	That thing's a bug? Damn huge for a bug
	Tuco: 	*Signs up because already have tickets*
	Tuco: 	Sign ups are over here, guys.
	Neal: 	I... think I'm going to pass on this one.
	Elisabet: 	Is he gonna light the plant on fire?! Now that'd be a show!
	Neal: 	It's not that kind of battle.
	Lydia: 	Sure, I'll sign up.
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Elisabet: 	Soooo... I -don't- get to bust heads and shit in this?
tirkaroKujo: 	And so, the contest ends with a bang on both sides, and the judges end their final, well, judgements.
	Tuco: 	We paid good money for these tickets
	Tuco: 	We WILL use them.
	Neal: 	I paid to watch.
	Neal: 	Sorry, "paid."
	Lenora: 	Well it was a tough draw, but ultimately, this match went to Marla Mayfield and her gorgeous Vileplume, Floram!
	Elisabet: 	Is this like...that thing where if yoiu lie enough you start believing it?
	Vileplume: 	*HELL YEAH NYUGGAH*
tirkaroKujo: 	But even with that victory, the audience doesn't exactly seem to be hyped beyond a few complimentary claps.
	Lydia: 	*signs up, puts Vivian again*
tirkaroKujo: 	In fact, they've all seemed to be somewhat bored.
	Tuco: 	Ivysaur has lots of stupid glittery particles and shit if I have to do one of these rounds.
	Lydia: 	*wait, nah, nevahmind, may as well use real name*
	Neal: 	*do I see a ribbon in Lenora's hair*
tirkaroKujo: 	You do not.
	Elisabet: 	These assholes are booooooring. Man, maybe I -should- enter this thing, show this audience the true power of metaaaaaaaaal!
	Neal: 	I think they could probably squeeze in a "METAAAL" category.
tirkaroKujo: 	A ticket taker runs up and takes the signup sheet now, and proceeds to hand it to the judge.
Neal: (( aw hell naw ))
	Tuco: 	(. . .I would not be even remotely surprised if she was a punk rocker too.)
	Lenora: 	Hmm, and for our next contestants...
	Elisabet: 	Hell yeaaaaaaaaaaah~ Wait, do I have to like...actually do shit myself?
	Neal: 	Looked to be just the Pokemon down there.
	Neal: 	But... I don't know how this works, maybe?
	Neal: 	Would you be going in or letting your Pokemon do the wok?
	Neal: 	*work..
	Neal: 	*not chinese cooking.
	Elisabet: 	Fuck yeah! Gonna liven this shit up, yo!
	Lydia: 	They just took the signup sheet away.
	Tuco: 	I'm a psychic. They won't notice what I do.
	Tuco: 	They never do.
	Neal: 	Well go on, run! Catch them before it's too late if you want in that bad.
	Elisabet: 	Hey, yo! Paperpusher! I want in on this! You can't just snatch it away from me when I'm so close to my dreaaaaaaaaaaaam!
tirkaroKujo: 	The paper man squeals and hands over the sheet back to Elisa there.
	Elisabet: 	*writes Queen Elizabet: Goddess of FUCKIN METAL on the sheet* Thanks, brah.
	Lydia: 	« 1d20 = 12 » do I notice that
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure why not
tirkaroKujo: 	But it's too late, as the man has handed it over to the judge anyway
	Lydia: 	You're totally going to get arrested for that.
	Tuco: 	*Wrote name as a mess of characters to point you can not even read last name*
	Elisabet: 	No jail can hold meeeeeee! ANARCHY!
	Lenora: 	And now up next, we have...
	Lenora: 	It's....none other than Neal, Lydia, Tuco Night Shyamalan, and....Queen Elizabet: Goddess of *ahem* metal in a team match against....
	Neal: 	*I DIDN'T SIGN UP*
Lydia: (( perfect ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Minus Neal then (D)
	Lydia: 	A team match? Really?
	Lenora: 	Why Lord K-
tirkaroKujo: 	The stadium erupts in ear-piercing screams
	Elisabet: 	Duuuuude! You need to say the "fuckin"! It ads so much -power- to i-the fuck?!
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
Lydia: (( Lord K...? ))
	Lenora: 	...*ahem** Lord K-
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
Lydia: (( well arlight ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Lenora is once again cut off by mass cheering
	Lenora: 	LORDKAMUIANDHISGIRLSLOOKTHEY'REHERERIGHTNOW
	Lydia: 	Somehow, I'm pretty sure we're gonna lose.
	Elisabet: 	Least we'll lose in the most fuckin awesome way ever though! DOWN IN THE FLAMES OF GLORY!
	Tuco: 	. . .I would say it wouldn't matter.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Spins around fanciful fans and other fabulous shit* Konychewah!
	Tuco: 	But that is the guy with the mind control hats.
	Tuco: 	So we actually do kind of have something to lose.
	Neal: 	What's he doing here, anyway?
tirkaroKujo: 	The crowd goes NUTZ. It's like the world is in the presence of god himself, but twice as shiny!
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* Oh don't flatter me too hard ladies~
	Elisabet: 	I once knew a guy like that.......*drowned out by the crowd's cheers*...........and yeah. Looooootta blood everywhere.
	Kaede: 	*Snaps as loud as possible* Silence! You'll break his concentration!
Lydia: (( OBV ))
	Kimsoo: 	Hhmmm....
	Lydia: 	....
	Kimsoo: 	HMMM........
	Catherim: 	....*holds arm*
	Lydia: 	Maybe she'll quit from shock.
	Lord Kamui: 	Oh I'm just living it up today! Don't blame them!
	Elisabet: 	You alright? Your face is reaaaaaaaaaal white now. Don't tell me you're goin all gaga over that douchewaffle. ....douchewaffle. I like that name.
	Kaede: 	...
	Kaede: 	Oh my Kimsoo, do you smell that?
	Neal: 	...aren't you guys supposed to head down?
	Kimsoo: 	Yes, it smells like the scent of society crumbling down as we speak.
Lydia: (( ANYONE ELSE COMING ))
Lydia: (( WEL LFINE I WILL FIGHT THEM SOLO ))
	Tuco: 	She can't use the damn bodyguards -here-. This place isn't as scummy.
tirkaroKujo: 	Gee, I would hope so.
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Elisabet: 	*jumps the railing* Yo, Pantera! It's time to rock!
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Kaede: 	Oh how ignorant of me! Maybe they need to learn a lesson before they wash themselves of their sin!
	Lydia: 	Well, this is a surprise. Suppose it's too late to apolo--you know what now, I don't even care.
	Kimsoo: 	Oh, but isn't that too much to ask of them?
	Tuco: 	she tried to murder us.
	Lydia: 	*SO DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW WHAT CATEGORY OF CONTEST THIS IS*
	Tuco: 	She deserved it.
Neal: (( mixed ))
	Kaede: 	Oh my, it appears the little philistine is attempting communication as well!
Tuco: (( ^ ))
	Elisabet: 	Muuuuuurder? This thing just gets more interesting by the second!
	Lydia: 	We beat you last time, we can do it again.
	Lord Kamui: 	Hoohooe? What's your deal all of a sudden?
	Kaede: 	LISTEN UP INGRATES!
	Kaede: 	People like you are responsible for the declining moral climate of our once-prosperous Tsuen society!
	Elisabet: 	BOOOOOOOOORING....
	Tuco: 	^
	Tuco: 	Can we start whatever this is please?
	Kaede: 	A society we once relished, but now devolved into a perverse anarchy!
	Elisabet: 	BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING...you're literally boooooooooring me to deaaaaaaaaaaaaaath...*staggers about*
	Lydia: 	I just want a normal day...
	Elisabet: 	*perks up* Anarchy?! Hell to the yeah!
	Kimsoo: 	It's a much more unruly and violent society, devoid of clear days and sunshine...
	Tuco: 	So then
	Lydia: 	Well then move somewhere else.
	Tuco: 	EXACTLY how it was before!
	Kaede: 	A society we shall save by putting it under the rule of our family!
	Tuco: 	Whoop de fucking doo!
	Lord Kamui: 	Oh, hush hush darling. You're scaring away the audience.
	Lydia: 	If only Neal were here, he might be able to give us a good name...
	Elisabet: 	NEEEEEEEEERDS.........Oh my actually GOD YOU NERDS ARE BOOOOOORING.
	Lenora: 	*Ahem*
	Elisabet: 	Seriously. I have the self-admitted attention span of a fish.
	Tuco: 	obv team anarchy
Tuco: (( * ))
	Elisabet: 	Go Team Anarchy!
	Lydia: 	Once we win this, I am definitely hiring someone to teach you people manners.
	Lenora: 	This will be a team match commemorating Lord Kamui's beautiful engagement. The usual Hopever contest rules apply.
	Gloria: 	yo
	Elisabet: 	There are RULES?
Lydia: (( *DID ANYONE READ THE RULES* ))
	Tuco: 	. . .*Aside, to Lydia* Did you READ the rules?
	Elisabet: 	Oh Goooooood.
Gloria: (( Tuco did ))
	Lydia: 	« 1d20 = 16 » do I know the rules
Gloria: (( they weren't... DESCRIBED ))
	Lydia: 	« 16+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 » int check
Gloria: (( but Tuco READ them ))
Tuco: (( exactly ))
Tuco: (( so yes, almighty DM ))
Tuco: (( what are the rules ))
	Lenora: 	The contestants will use their Beauty, Coolness, Toughness, Cuteness, and Intelligence to appeal to the judges while giving their all in a Pokemon battle, though the results of this battle take a backseat to the condition categories.
tirkaroKujo: 	Smartness doesn't sound smart
	Ivysaur: 	I R SMARTNESS
Lydia: (( it may ))
Lydia: (( See what I mean? ))
	Catherim: 	...
	Neal: 	Er... whoops, didn't think it was going to be an actual battle.
	Lydia: 	*slips Porygon a potion before battle*
	Lord Kamui: 	Oh stay back, lovely!
	Neal: 	Seems a bit freeform for a contest, really.
	Lydia: 	*I assume I can't do that*
tirkaroKujo: 	You probably can
	Lydia: 	« 2d12+10 = 15 + 10 = 25 »
	Elisabet: 	So...we just kick ass and look cool doin it. Oh wait, that's -all- my battles.
	Lord Kamui: 	I am after all, a man of honor. You deserve a break after running off for so long~
	Catherim: 	...*nods* Right.
	Lydia: 	Well, if she's not fighting, I guess that's for the best.
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Slayer: 	Haaaaaunt!
	Tuco: 	actual 3 on 3. Surprised.
	Lord Kamui: 	Well, well, quite a ragtag bunch. But I wouldn't want to talk you down too much, would I?
	Tuco: 	Still would be better if Neal didn't hate money.
Slayer: (( And here goes my loophole agi. ))
Lydia: (( I...don't think you should try possession ))
Lydia: (( I'm pretty sure that's not tourney legal (HIPPO) ))
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm, may as well just throw them a bone~ *Effortlessly tosses out Pokeball*
Slayer: (( And WHO WILL KNOW? ))
Tuco: (( it's not tourney legal to hypnotize pokemon either. ))
	Jesus: 	Garrdey
Lydia: (( so is that the son of our lord, or the son of our landlord ))
Slayer: (( When my Haunter is holding up my body (COOL) ))
Neal: (( wait, is Haunter possessing YOU? (XD) ))
Slayer: (( I thought of that ))
	Lydia: 	Fancy....and bad.
Slayer: (( But realized it'd be really broken ))
Neal: (( yeaaah probably. ))
Neal: (( totally cool though. ))
	Kaede: 	We will give this region a new sense of respect through our family!
Slayer: (( So instead, it'll be a Weekend At Bernie's thing I suppose. ))
Neal: (( I'd allow it if I were GMing so long as I got to control Haunter ))
Neal: (( (chew) ))
	Hani: 	Chewwi!
	Neal: 	*kind of squeezes through generic crowd*
tirkaroKujo: 	Sorry if I'm a bit slow now
tirkaroKujo: 	Think my stomachache kicked back in
	Kimsoo: 	We shall keep them focused on what truly matters in this world! Like careers and college degrees!
	Elisabet: 	You MONSTERS!
	Lydia: 	Hey, I'm trying to open a business.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Yawn* Oh, how I long for the good old days.
	Tuco: 	How am I supposed to get my welfare if you're off getting your degrees 'n shit?!
	Elisabet: 	Look alive Pantera, this one's for anarchy! (You're goin solo this time girl, give 'em hell!)
	Pantera: 	Glace!
	Lydia: 	*Oh hey, my own personal meatshield*
Tuco: (( so do they use their trainer turns ))
tirkaroKujo: 	They do indeed use up their trainer turns on talking
Tuco: (( hurry the fuck up with your trainer turn ))
Tuco: (( jesus ))
Pantera: (( I ain't doin nothing ))
	Lydia: 	*quick switch* Not the time for you, Valence!
	Tuco: 	« 1d20 = 15 » extrasensory on the tiny stupid bug thingy
tirkaroKujo: 	You do indeed hit it
Eldin: (( we're just already disqualified ))
	Tuco: 	« 3d10+12+24 = 9 + 12 + 24 = 45 »
	Jamm: 	.....*Smooth Jazz*
	Lord Kamui: 	Ugh.....*Fans self*
	Elisabet: 	That smooth jazz sure is RELAXING!
	Rack: 	....*Adjusts glasses that are apparently there*
	Rack: 	Sir, I do hope you realize trainer involvement is illegal, right.
	Jamm: 	*Smooth sax*
	Tuco: 	. . .What are you lookin at me for? I didn't do nothin'!
	Tuco: 	The thing's having a seizure!
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* This is such a hassle...
	Jamm: 	*...smooth jazz*
	Rack: 	Sir, I do hope you also realize trying to bluff the judges is also illegal, correct?
	Neal: 	*failing to
Tuco: (( very well then, char check ))
	Tuco: 	« 1d20 = 14 »
	Jamm: 	*...smooth jazz*
	Rack: 	Sir, do you not think we deal with this kind of crap every day?
	Rack: 	Jamm can easily sense your psychic residue.
	Elisabet: 	*taps foot* This smooth jazz needs to be more METAL.
	Lydia: 	Listen, he won't do it again.
	Lydia: 	Whatever he did.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* Oh just leave him alone so we can get on with it!
	Tuco: 	Well we were a last minute entry. They whisked away the rules. Liz over here almost didn't get to sign up.
	Rack: 	Sorry, but-
	Lord Kamui: 	For me? Pleeease?
	Rack: 	Chk. Well okay. But if I catch you doing it again....
	Lord Kamui: 	Great. Now continue what it was you were usually doing fine sir.
	Elisabet: 	(Don't think that won us any points with the judge.)
Elisabet: (( *loses an !" ))
	Lydia: 	*just appeal to the OTHER judges, you can apparently do that*
	Tuco: 	*Portion of life bar explodes*
	Tuco: 	*Loses 8 HP*
	Kaede: 	Do you truly have no shame?
	Kaede: 	I mean, really!
	Kaede: 	Why did you even sign up in the first place?!
agidius says to the GMs: Just a friendly reminder about Murphy's Law points
	Elisabet: 	SHAME IS FOR THE WEAK!
	Lydia: 	Uh, to enjoy a good battle?
You whisper to agidius: thank you for that
	Lydia: 	Which I would like to keep doing.
Lydia: (( Pretty sure it's your turn if you've got anything you can use MT ))
	Elisabet: 	To liven this place up a bit! Jeez, before this battle these people *points to audience* Were fallin asleep in their freakin' chairs, yo!
	Elisabet: 	YOU PEOPLE CAME TO SEE A BATTLE, RIGHT?!
	Kimsoo: 	*Adjest glasses* Well, go ahead and heal your Cherrim Kaede. We have free time to do so.
tirkaroKujo: 	The crowd sort of mumbles a bit.
Tuco: (( sadfrog.jpg ))
	Lord Kamui: 	...fwoo!
tirkaroKujo: 	The crowd goes NUTZ
	Elisabet: 	YEAH! WHEN I SAY TEAM! YOU SAY ANARCHY! TEAM!
	Lydia: 	They're not cheering for US, you know.
tirkaroKujo: 	The crowd sorta mumbles a bit.
	Elisabet: 	....you guys suck!
	Neal: 	er... anarchy!
	Tuco: 	ANARCHY WOOOOOOOOO
	Lydia: 	After this I think I'm going solo.
Lydia: (( Whose turn is it ow ))
Lydia: (( Yeah great, ow. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Slayer, Gligar, Jesus, Hani, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur
Elisabet: (( Go PC ))
Eldin: (( you're not going? ))
Elisabet: (( I can't use two Pokemon. ))
Eldin: (( you can alternate I think ))
Eldin: (( But alright ))
Neal: (( I think Slayer's indisposed ))
Elisabet: (( Preetty sure that'd be illegal. ))
Neal: (( or just rolling backup ))
Elisabet: (( No, he's just invisible behind me. ))
Neal: (( ah ))
Tuco: (( Jazz is a wizard ))
Tuco: (( so yes ))
	Lydia: 	Alright, Faint Attack on the green one!
Tuco: (( you can't ))
	Eldin: 	« 1d20 = 4 » crit check
	Eldin: 	« 2d10+8+13 = 15 + 8 + 13 = 36 »
Eldin: (( and yes that is SE ))
	Elisabet: 	*I don't suppose Kaede has a ribbon, does she?*
	Eldin: 	*oh, BTW, every one of my attacks flinches on 19-20*
	Jesus: 	Gardeeeie! *Falls gracefully to knees*
	Eldin: 	*however Acrofatics is awful now*
	Eldin: 	*and yes, that's a Smart move* « 2d4 = 8 » Round Ender? No idea
	Eldin: 	sweet
	Lord Kamui: 	*Clap clap* Dear, that is one healthy Gligar.
	Eldin: 	> A Contest Move with the keyword Round Ender rolls an additional 2d4 during their turn in the Contest round if they make their appeal last that round.
	Eldin: 	dammit
Neal: (( no one even knows how contests work ))
Neal: (( it doesn't matter ))
Neal: (( >mfw all the strategy talk is in skype ))
Neal: (( MT, why are you not there ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Contests are in fact exactly like children's card games
	Jesus: 	*Gets back up* Garev.....
	Lydia: 	Hm, I'm pretty proud of him.
	Lord Kamui: 	Oh don't get too sad now Heyssu. Just start things off with a bang, as I am known for, with a focus blast...
	Jesus: 	« 1d20 = 20 » Gardeeey
	Lydia: 	god dammit
Elisabet: (( OH SHIT ))
Lydia: (( also lowers special dfense, IIRC ))
Elisabet: (( And Gligar bits everywhere ))
	Eldin: 	*I RESIST IT AT LEAST*
Eldin: (( uhh ))
Eldin: (( what's goin on ))
Jesus: (( I entirely forgot if crits are the attack rolls +the steady modifier twice or just the rolls + the steady modifier ))
Jesus: (( this shit gets confusing ))
Neal: (( it's whatever's listed on the move twice ))
Neal: (( plus the static stat once ))
Jesus: (( thought so ))
Eldin: (( Indeed, if the move lists 2d12+12, you roll that twice ))
Eldin: (( only add the stat once ))
Eldin: (( STAB once as well but it does not apply here ))
	Jesus: 	« 5d12+18+5d12+18+26 = 41 + 18 + 32 + 18 + 26 = 135 » *Quite a crit to remember*
	Eldin: 	oh fuck
tirkaroKujo: 	If that kills you, you didn't die, so don't worry.
Neal: (( jesus dicks ))
	Eldin: 	IT ROUNDS TO 60.5
	Eldin: 	UP OR DOWN
Elisabet: (( Up ))
	Eldin: 	UP IT OHKOS, DOWN IT DOES NOT
tirkaroKujo: 	« 1d2 = 1 » 1 and it rounds up
	Eldin: 	FUCK
Elisabet: (( Does it also send him flying? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nice touch, so sure
	Lydia: 	Wholy hell! *Quick switch before he hits a wall*
Neal: (( Wholy? ))
	Lydia: 	*good thing I can do that when one of my Pokemon is KO'd*
	Elisabet: 	Holy fuckballs what?!
	Tuco: 	Balllllllllllllls
	Neal: 	Yikes.
Elisabet: (( I'd hit it with a Bite if my ATK wasn't a fucking 4 ))
	Lord Kamui: 	*Stands solid as the blast waves his clothes in the blast* Bravo! Oooh bravo!
tirkaroKujo: 	The crowd begins to clap mercilessly.
Lydia: (( THANK GOD THAT IS BATTLE ))
Lydia: (( as Porygon would have died. ))
Neal: (( THAT'S BATTLE? ))
Neal: (( and NIGHT SHADE is Center? ))
Lydia: (( exactly ))
Elisabet: (( Yep ))
	Kaede: 	Go and Magical Leaf that Glaceon Hani!
Lydia: (( okay, so yeah ))
	Hani: 	« 1d20 = 7 » CHEEWWWIIII
Elisabet: (( Balls unavoidable. ))
Lydia: (( death is -100% ))
Lydia: (( So..had he not resisted that ))
Neal: (( so yeah, impossible ))
Lydia: (( that would have killed him ))
Lydia: (( In one shot. ))
Neal: (( or not ))
	Hani: 	« 2d8+10+20+6 = 7 + 10 + 20 + 6 = 43 » Chewwiii
Elisabet: (( Dat's special, right? ))
Valence: (( It is ))
tirkaroKujo: 	yep
	Elisabet: 	Hang in there Pantera, you gotta rock their faces off for what they did!
Elisabet: (( Whose turn? ))
Tuco: (( yours gooooooooooo ))
	Elisabet: 	Alright girl, frost that flower, Icy Wind! « 1d20 = 7 »
tirkaroKujo: 	Slayer, Gligar, Jesus, Hani, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur
Elisabet: (( I assume it doesn't have more than 4 evade ))
Hani: (( not at all ))
	Elisabet: 	« 2d10+8+21+5 = 11 + 8 + 21 + 5 = 45 »
Elisabet: (( And SE, yay. ))
	Hani: 	Chewewwiiii.....
	Kaede: 	Hang in there Hani! You won't be bested by these hooligans!
	Carley: 	*Confuse rays Ivysaur*
tirkaroKujo: 	Flaaffy does indeed have confuse ray
Lydia: (( and, uh, Gligar is kind of out of commission. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There was sleep powder now
Tuco: (( illegal ))
Tuco: (( hits me ))
Tuco: (( olol ))
	Lydia: 	Slayer, Jesus, Hani, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur, Valence
Lydia: (( would be the new order ))
Elisabet: (( Wait, we can switch? ))
Lydia: (( Yeah, you can ))
Lydia: (( It's a shift action for you ))
Lydia: (( Or well, if the Pokemon you are switching out, it's shift ))
Elisabet: (( Oh. Sorta figured it'd be a three on three. ))
Lydia: (( if not trainer ))
Lydia: (( They have more Pokemon, I think ))
Tuco: (( but yes tirk do you care that it is illegal ))
Tuco: (( confuse ray hits me because line. ))
Lydia: (( it's Column, but still hits you ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yeah, just looked it up
tirkaroKujo: 	It does indeed hit you.
	Tuco: 	AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OH NO MY EYES MY EYES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAGH
	Rack: 	Eh? What's going on?
	Jamm: 	*Smooth sax*
	Kaede: 	Kimsoo!? What the hell did you do?
	Kimsoo: 	Huh? Uh, I just told my Flaaffy to use confusion on that Ivysaur.
	Tuco: 	« 1d20 = 5 » because if trainer can't command pokemon does nothing because confuse ray is amazing.
tirkaroKujo: 	Confuse ray whatevs hippo
	Tuco: 	« 1d20 = 14 » self damage yay
Lydia: (( it's just STAB ))
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm.... *Rubs chin*
	Lord Kamui: 	Maybe, I'm not sure, but maybe....
	Lord Kamui: 	This wouldn't happen if we weren't so dangerously close to the battle?
	Elisabet: 	I'M NOT! *waves*
Neal: (( indeeed, these arenas are always so tiny ))
	Rack: 	Well yes! Why are you so close to the action anyway?!
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm, sorry judge, guess we got a bit worked up...
	Neal: 	*I... guess I should probably be looking for that girl with the purple hair and the ribbon*
	Tuco: 	Well it's not like they're right up against their Poke-MY EYEEEEEEEES GAH
	Tuco: 	*Stumbles back*
	Rack: 	Alright, slight pause just to get everyone in more proper position. Team Kamui, that's one red flag.
Elisabet: (( I -did- ask if Kaede had a ribbon ))
tirkaroKujo: 	How far back was that
Elisabet: (( Ages/Sega ))
	Tuco: 	*Lumlum juice on self*
	Rack: 	Team Anarchy gets one heal dedicated to the offended player.
	Elisabet: 	ANARCHY RUUUUUUUULES!
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmmph, how unfortunate.
tirkaroKujo: 	and now it is Ivysaur's turn
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 14 » confusion check
	Ivysaur: 	goes but is not cured
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 10 » sleep powder on the space between gardevoir and cherrim
tirkaroKujo: 	They do indeed go to sleep
	Jesus: 	Yaaawn....
	Valence: 	*LET'S DO THIS THANG* *thunderbolt on Gardevoir* « 1d20 = 1 »
	Valence: 	GOD
	Valence: 	FUCKING
	Valence: 	DAMMIT
Elisabet: (( (XD) ))
	Valence: 	FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Neal: (( hey ))
Neal: (( hey PC ))
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 12 »
	Valence: 	sad
Neal: (( remember that last guy you had who used Thunder and such ))
Neal: (( he wasn't all that lucky himself ))
tirkaroKujo: 	« 1d20 = 6 » I will roll on a scale of bad botch to horrible botch
Elisabet: (( No roaaaaaalls.« Drakeface = Invalid expression: Drakeface. » ))
	Valence: 	Well good, bad botch is lower.
Elisabet: (( And Porygon 2 explodes* ))
	Valence: 	YES
	Valence: 	YES TIRK
	Valence: 	LET ME USE EXPLOSION
Neal: (( « 1d20 = 10 » I get a botch roll too ))
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 3 »
Elisabet: (( « 1d100 = 32 » Dubs and he explodes ))
Elisabet: (( SO CLOSE ))
	Valence: 	SOCLOSE
tirkaroKujo: 	That is one terrible explosion
tirkaroKujo: 	« 1d100 = 93 »
	Neal: 	« 1d100 = 90 »
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 8 » (SAD)
	Valence: 	« 1d100 = 15 »
tirkaroKujo: 	but no seriously
	Valence: 	dammit
tirkaroKujo: 	You nearly strike one of the judges with that thunderbolt.
	Valence: 	WAOOOOOWWW
	Rack: 	Bwah!
	Rack: 	Watch where you're aiming that thing!
	Elisabet: 	Holy shit! Usually that'd be me doing that. . .
	Neal: 	How did we expect to win this, again?
	Lydia: 	Whoa! Sorry! What the hell, Valence?
	Jamm: 	*Waaah waah waaaaaaah*
	Neal: 	Why was this a good idea?
	Rack: 	*Blows whistle* Red card. One more and you're disqualified, Anarchy.
	Jesus: 	*Pafuuun*
	Elisabet: 	THAT'S IN CHARACTER, YO! NO RULES RULE!
	Lydia: 	*WAIT, I COULDN'T EVEN MOVE*
	Lydia: 	*I ALREADY ATTACKED THIS TURN, DAMMIT*
	Lydia: 	Why are you not paying attention to this shit Tirk (CRS)
Lydia: (( and don't even blame me ))
tirkaroKujo: 	What do you meeaaan you already attacked
Lydia: (( It has been literally an hour and a half ))
Lydia: (( since Gligar attacked ))
Ivysaur: (( if you want to keep that terrible roll ))
Neal: (( mfw WE HAVEN'T EVEN COMPLETED ONE ROUND ))
Ivysaur: (( say that is PC's action on turn 2 ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Seems that way
tirkaroKujo: 	So yeah (chew)
Lydia: (( But...I was gonna swtich next turn (FEDUP) ))
Lydia: (( Well I still can, just can't attack ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It is both a mishap on my side and PC's side
tirkaroKujo: 	So it shall remain
Elisabet: (( Da faq are you switching to? ))
Lydia: (( I have revives ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes, it has not happened yet
Lydia: (( and I assume they're allowed ))
Elisabet: (( We're just gonna lose a thousand points with the judge if you have to use a revive ))
Ivysaur: (( PC wants to know if items are allowed in the tourney ))
Ivysaur: (( hippo. ))
Lydia: (( I have at least two, if they weren't for sale then I dunno ))
tirkaroKujo: 	They're technically allowed, but heavily frowned upon.
Lydia: (( Man, I just NEUTERED THE JUDGE WITH LIGHTNING ))
Lydia: (( we can't lose any more points ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's very likely you'll lose if you use an item
Elisabet: (( So are they gonna roll to wake up or are they asleep for one round for sure?\ ))
tirkaroKujo: 	They gotta roll
	Tuco: 	*Is combat class, cannot do anything on turn*
	Lord Kamui: 	Teeheehee, I gotta say, this is pretty fun.
	Neal: 	*is just in bathroom taking a piss since the contest is going on so long*
Lydia: (( it'll be over in two minutes ))
Elisabet: (( Neal comes back and finds his seat has been stolen. ))
Elisabet: (( And he spills his nachos. ))
Neal: (( we had SEATS? (fedup) ))
	Kaede: 	WE ARE SHOWCASING BOATLOADS OF AUTHORITY
Elisabet: (( Neal: MY NACHOS! *drops to knees and cries* ))
	Jesus: 	« 1d20 = 4 » Sleep check
	Jesus: 	Zzz
Lydia: (( You still asleep fuck off ))
	Hani: 	« 1d20 = 12 » Sleep
	Valence: 	Nope
	Valence: 	NEGATIVE
	Valence: 	I AM ERROR
Valence: (( is it glaceon's turn ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Slayer, Jesus, Hani, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur, Valence
	Elisabet: 	Alright! Make that flower a whole lot deader! Ice Fang! « 1d20 = 6 »
	Elisabet: 	« 3d8+10+4+5 = 6 + 10 + 4 + 5 = 25 »
Elisabet: (( Dat roll ))
Neal: (( dat alladat ))
Valence: (( least it's SE ))
Elisabet: (( Fortunately it probably has shit defense, right? ))
Elisabet: (( RIGHT?! ))
	Hani: 	Chewwiwiii!
	Hani: 	Blek
	Valence: 	SWEET
	Elisabet: 	Fuck to the yeah! ANARCHY REIIIIIIIIIIIIIGNS! *air guitars*
Neal: (( shut up, Valence, you're useless ))
	Kaede: 	*Grinds teeth* Hani, your sacrifiece will not be in vain!
	Valence: 	Clearly
	Kaede: 	Return!
Tuco: (( flaaffy go ))
	Valence: 	I am Proton before he converted to Karsai
	Valence: 	Just pray I never get Confused.
Elisabet: (( Dude. You nearly kill all of us when -NOT- confused. ))
	Valence: 	Indeed.
	Carley: 	« 1d20 = 15 » *I'm takin you DOWN Glaceon*
	Valence: 	HAHA
	Carley: 	« 3d12+14+10 = 16 + 14 + 10 = 40 »
Neal: (( PC in regards to Rocket PTA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmQtSeDnMUw ))
	Carley: 	*Recoiled the fuck out*
	Valence: 	When did that thing wake up
tirkaroKujo: 	It...was never asleep
	Valence: 	Oh, right
	Valence: 	cause it moved way the fuck outta the way
tirkaroKujo: 	Quite
	Pantera: 	Glaaaaaace....*down but not out*
Pantera: (( 7 HP remaining ))
	Neal: 	*comes back with nachos, no idea where I got them or how I paid for them*
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 7 » confusion check
	Ivysaur: 	ow
	Ivysaur: 	next
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 11 » LET US SEE JSUT WHAT I WOULD HAVE ROLLED THIS TURN
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes
	Valence: 	Not a 20, uninterested.
tirkaroKujo: 	The disaster of the century happens.
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Rack: 	gwarg red card you know how this goes
	Vulpix: 	it was a sight to behold
	Lydia: 	*repeats line from then and such*
	Lydia: 	*guess it's my turn again*
	Lydia: 	*but I can't switch because...items aren't allowed I guess, alright, cnotinue*
Pantera: (( Apparently the disaster of the century happened though ))
	Kaede: 	Keh! You lowly worms deserve to crawl on the ground!
Lydia: (( He was referring to how the Thunderbolt was delayed to this turn ))
	Kaede: 	Guess I have to bring you out too Kyuti!
	Kyuti: 	Lilliiiii
	Valence: 	HEY WAIT HOLD THE PHONE
	Valence: 	« 2d4 = 7 » COOL
tirkaroKujo: 	*Holds it*
	Valence: 	SWEET
tirkaroKujo: 	That was indeed very cool
Vulpix: 	test
	Valence: 	I STILL USED THE MOVE, STILL GET THE ROLL
Vulpix: 	huh, guess I deleted it
Pantera: (( Sooooo...who goes? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Slayer, Kyuti, Jesus, Hani, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur, Valence
	Valence: 	the fastest pokemon
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Sonic: 	YOU'RE TOO FUCKING SLOW.
	Sonic: 	FNDSJKANDLKWAERE
	Kyuti: 	*Maaagiicaaaal leafs the Glaceon* « 1d20 = 2 »
Pantera: (( Wait, it just came out ))
	Valence: 	Her other was fainted
Pantera: (( It can attack that turn? ))
	Valence: 	So it's only a shift to switch it.
Sonic: (( yes. ))
Pantera: (( Oh well balls ))
	Valence: 	If you switch while it's still up it's a trainer action, but it can still attack
	Valence: 	It's just Lydia has Quick Switch so she doesn't give a fuck
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Elisabet: 	HOLD IT!
	Valence: 	Fitting that I'm the one describing this due to being a computer program
	Kyuti: 	« 2d8+10+20+7 = 13 + 10 + 20 + 7 = 50 »
	Elisabet: 	PANTERA, ICE SHARD!
	Valence: 	this is all in-character, by the way
	Elisabet: 	« 1d20 = 19 »
	Valence: 	sad
Kyuti: (( quite close ))
Sonic: (( glaceon is dead. ))
Sonic: (( how do you ice shard anything. ))
	Valence: 	Ice Shard is priority
	Valence: 	you hippo
Sonic: (( bah. ))
	Elisabet: 	« 1d12+6+5+4 = 10 + 6 + 5 + 4 = 25 » *and ranged 10*
	Valence: 	not a bad roll
	Kyuti: 	Lilliii
	Kyuti: 	*Likewise finishes tha fite*
	Valence: 	luckily, KOs don't mattah
	Jesus: 	« 1d20 = 11 » slp
	Elisabet: 	DOWN IN A BLAZE OF GLORY! YOU DID ME PROUD GIRL! YOU ROCKED THEM LIKE A HURRICAAAAAANE!
	Valence: 	Stay the fuck asleep you whore
	Valence: 	I'm going to actually HIT you this turn
Neal: (( noe ))
Neal: (( you just keep thinking that ))
	Neal: 	*eats nachos*
	Valence: 	so, uh
	Valence: 	Is it the pink fluffball or the green dinosaur
	Valence: 	anyone?
	Valence: 	okay
MeisterWarlock: (( I am last ))
	Valence: 	I have 6 speed.
	Valence: 	I am last.
	Ivysaur: 	6
	Ivysaur: 	fucking
	Ivysaur: 	speed
	Valence: 	It is my base
	Valence: 	(CHEW)
Neal: (( fluffball go ))
	Ivysaur: 	SHEEP HIT ME
	Ivysaur: 	COME ON HIT ME.
	Ivysaur: 	:2
	Ivysaur: 	*:@
	Valence: 	It'll totally get past my defense
	Valence: 	s
Elisabet: (( So wait, if I recall Pantera, I can attack with Slayer still, right? ))
	Valence: 	Yep
	Carley: 	*Shock waves Valence* « 1d20 = 13 »
Elisabet: (( Well duh, trainer action and Pokemon action. ))
	Valence: 	But not THIS turn
Elisabet: (( obv ))
	Valence: 	Well you used Ice Shard this turn
	Valence: 	that's why
	Valence: 	Or...well you can't swtich till this turn is OVER technically
	Carley: 	« 2d8+10+17+6 = 8 + 10 + 17 + 6 = 41 »
	Valence: 	since trainers go first
	Valence: 	so yeah you can attack
	Valence: 	4/10 try harder
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 13 » take down on gard
	Ivysaur: 	oh wait
	Ivysaur: 	I have to do confusion check
	Ivysaur: 	so that was it
	Ivysaur: 	now for acc check
	Ivysaur: 	all of the checks
	Valence: 	1.
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 16 »
	Valence: 	Oh, not bad
	Ivysaur: 	« 3d12+14+14 = 15 + 14 + 14 = 43 »
Ivysaur: (( I need to know how much that does to it because I take recoil ))
tirkaroKujo: 	fiddy 6 damage
	Valence: 	I assume he literally means 6 damage./
	Valence: 	Somehow.
tirkaroKujo: 	Pfft
tirkaroKujo: 	Meant 30
tirkaroKujo: 	Somehow hit the plus button on the calculator
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 17 » Shock wave on Flaafy+Gardevoir
	Valence: 	Can't miss anyhow
	Valence: 	« 2d10+8+19 = 12 + 8 + 19 = 39 »
	Carley: 	*Shakes* Flaaaff
	Valence: 	Will barely do anything, but...
	Valence: 	might hurt them a bit
	Jesus: 	*Yawn*
	Neal: 	You guys, uh
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm, seems it's time for you to go back, Heyssu...
	Neal: 	doing okay down there?
	Lord Kamui: 	Good job!
	Valence: 	NOW it's the trainer turns again.
	Kaede: 	HEY! You can't just give up like that!
	Valence: 	« 2d4 = 5 » Right, why am I the only one doign this still
	Lord Kamui: 	*Yawn* This was fun and all, but I'm getting bored.
Tuco: (( trainers who actually CARE about their Pokemon taking beatings?! ))
	Valence: 	Man, I should really enter an ACTUAL contest
Tuco: (( I AM OFFENDED ))
Tuco: (( KILL THEM ALL ))
	Valence: 	I'm pretty damned good at this
	Elisabet: 	RETURN MY DEAR PANTERA, YOU DID ME PROOOOOOOOUD!
	Lydia: 	Are you forfeiting?
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm, guess you could say that, for now.
	Lord Kamui: 	After all, we are running very short on time.
	Lydia: 	But we only started like, three hours ago.
	Kaede: 	Well fine! Be like that!
tirkaroKujo: 	Slayer, Kyuti, Pantera, Carley, Ivysaur, Valence
	Valence: 	So uh, what now
	Valence: 	Well alright
	Tuco: 	*I CANNOT DO ANYTHING I AM JUST WAITING 5 YEARS FOR MY TURNS WHICH I HAVE A 50% CHANCE TO FAIL*
	Elisabet: 	AVENGE YOUR SISTER, SLAYER! MAKE THEM SUFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!
Kyuti: (( oh goddamn you firefox ))
Kyuti: (( don't do this to me now ))
	Valence: 	You don't evne need Firefox
	Valence: 	That's why you copy the moves into the tokens
Kyuti: (( actually, I'm trying to check how big a blast radius is ))
	Valence: 	I mean, uh, BZZZRT I AM ERROR « 1d20 = 10 »
	Valence: 	It should say on the move
	Valence: 	Blast apparently uses the "radius" template
	Slayer: 	*confuse ray on Lilligant*
	Valence: 	And...not "blast"
	Slayer: 	« 2d4 = 4 »
	Valence: 	...wait, shit
	Kyuti: 	*Sleep powders upon Ivysaur* « 1d20 = 9 »
	Valence: 	what if it just has Own Tempo (HIPPO)
	Valence: 	It just had Own Tempo.
	Valence: 	Obv.
	Ivysaur: 	KLADNKJLFDLKFMKLFMDLKDAS I AM CONFUSED AND ASLEEP HELP MEEEEEEEEEE
	Valence: 	That or you just forgot to roll confusion
	Valence: 	You also put the Flaaffy to Sleep
	Valence: 	Or wait, no...
tirkaroKujo: 	No
	Valence: 	Does it work that way? We made it do that before
Slayer: (( Well, it just helped me. Moved far enough away that I can hit its ass with Dark Pulse. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	I put it in a position that only hits ivysaur
tirkaroKujo: 	It's 1 radius
tirkaroKujo: 	That's like, a square
tirkaroKujo: 	Either way, Slayer's turn
Valence: (( slayer already went ))
Rack: (( pffft right ))
Valence: (( It used Confuse Ray ))
Valence: (( On Lilligant. ))
Valence: (( And you rolled a 9 ))
	Rack: 	We're wrapping up at the end of this round!
Valence: (( So yeah, Ivysaur's NOT asleep and you deal Stab damage to yourself ))
Valence: (( UNLESS it has Own Tempo ))
Valence: (( Cause then it cannot be confused ))
Kyuti: (( it does have own tempo ))
Kyuti: (( that's sorta what Lilligant has ))
Kyuti: (( and you'd be lol to use any other ability ))
Ivysaur: (( when confusion is this good I 100% agree ))
Valence: (( Clorophyll is its best ability in competitive ))
Ivysaur: (( go on just let it end. ))
Kyuti: (( probably ))
Valence: (( Unless you use Petal Dance ))
Ivysaur: (( own tempo is better in PTA. ))
Kyuti: (( but in PTA? naaaw ))
Valence: (( either way ))
Valence: (( someone go ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's Carley time
Valence: (( Flaaffy I'm pretty sure ))
Ivysaur: (( go stupid sheep ))
	Carley: 	« 1d20 = 17 » *Thunderbolts Valence*
	Valence: 	God dammit
	Valence: 	« 1d20 = 3 »
	Carley: 	« 4d12+16+17+6 = 25 + 16 + 17 + 6 = 64 »
	Valence: 	NEGATIVE
	Valence: 	FUCKING
	Valence: 	ONE
	Valence: 	AGAIN
	Valence: 	-AGAIN-
	Carley: 	laughingelectricsheeps.jpg
	Valence: 	WAIT (D)
tirkaroKujo: 	m
	Valence: 	WHAT IS THAT THING'S ABILITY.
	Valence: 	PLEASE TELL ME IT'S LIKE, MOTOR DRIVE OR SOEM SHIT.
	Valence: 	CAUSE TRACE IS A FREE ACTION
tirkaroKujo: 	Overcharge
tirkaroKujo: 	why
	Valence: 	Dammit.
	Valence: 	But yeah
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 19 » sleep check
	Valence: 	I'm trashing this I guess
	Ivysaur: 	oh good god I am up
	Ivysaur: 	« 1d20 = 1 » confusion check (HEHE)
tirkaroKujo: 	wooooo
tirkaroKujo: 	nop
	Lydia: 	Aw, great...Man, how are my Pokemon this terrible...
	Lord Kamui: 	Gasp!
Slayer: (( Is it over or do we get one more turn? ))
	Lord Kamui: 	Oh, it makes me sad to hear such hopelessness from a young lady!
	Lydia: 	Aw, whatever... *returns it*
	Valence: 	Man
	Valence: 	And I have Recover too.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* Just don't give up hope, hehe.
	Lenora: 	Welp! We're almost out of time!
	Tuco: 	Didn't the judges say it was already over?
	Lenora: 	Just enough time for one trainer turn!
	Lydia: 	*PRetty sure we win by default, anyways*
	Lydia: 	*As only we actually rolled contest rolls*
Elisabet: (( >Implying anyone kept track of those ))
	Kaede: 	HahahaHAAHAHA!
	Kaede: 	Hooligans such as you should remember who really calls the shots around here!
Elisabet: (( So only trainers get to go or what? ))
	Lydia: 	Hey...tell me something.
	Lord Kamui: 	Phwoo....
	Lydia: 	If one of you forfeits, doesn't that mean the team forfeits?
	Lord Kamui: 	That's not enough time to do anything of worth....
	Kaede: 	Now why would any of us want to forfeit?
	Lydia: 	I don't know, he said it was dragging on too long.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* Well fine, if you insist....
	Lydia: 	Ask him.
Lydia: (( and yeah, it's only trainers ))
	Lord Kamui: 	Come out, my darling!
	Tuco: 	*Telepathy to Kaede* (Because if you don't I'll tell your boyfriend about your harem of boyfriends from the other city.)
Lydia: (( Does ANYONE have anything tourney-legal at all ))
Elisabet: (( Boo. ))
	Kokopelli: 	Oh my...
Elisabet: (( If only Slayer could gooooooooooo... you could call back Ivysaur and I could Dark Pulse nuke the place. ))
	Kokopelli: 	Is this what you call me out for today?
	Lord Kamui: 	One last pose before the buzzer! Please!
	Kokopelli: 	Buffuu, well fine...
	Kaede: 	....!
Elisabet: (( It would hit everyone from there : ( ))
	Kaede: 	BOYFRIEND?
	Kaede: 	This is my FATHER you're talking about here!
	Tuco: 	*Telepathy* (Well does your father know you were shown naked on live TV?!)
	Lord Kamui: 	Buwfoo, now you're making me feel old....
Lydia: (( wait, what, Warlord was talking about the....Mach Tribe guys ))
Lydia: (( from the tourney ))
Lydia: (( but okay ))
	Kaede: 	*Grinds teeth* Sorry, but I changed since that day.
	Kaede: 	You don't go through such trauma without having it build your character!
	Slayer: 	Haaaaaaaaaaaaunt!
	Lydia: 	Hey, I tried to apologize...
	Kaede: 	As I result, I gave up the life of a pop star, and refocused my life on reforming this awful world that would allow such injustices to pass!
	Lenora: 	5 more seconds....
	Lydia: 	..wait, did you say he's your father? And..his girlfriend is HER? Jeez...that's a bit of an age barrier...
	Lord Kamui: 	AND POSE~
	Lydia: 	*Flatter on Judges*
tirkaroKujo: 	Kokopelli and Kamui both pose for the roaring audience. It was fabulous.
Tuco: (( a confused ivysaur cannot pose. ))
	Lydia: 	*I can*
Tuco: (( he can look even more retarded. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Lydia flatters the judges. It was also very fabulous.
	Lydia: 	*and I can do a very flattering one*
	Lydia: 	« 1d20 = 9 » I'm not RPing this, I'll just do a charisma roll
	Lydia: 	Dammit.
Neal: (( bat your eyelashes (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ
	Lydia: 	Do I have em
Elisabet: (( And I can't do shit because Ivysaur wouldn't move so I can't murder them all with Dark Pulse after the bell. ))
Neal: (( apparently not ))
	Rack: 	Aaand it's over!
Neal: (( why the hell don't you have eyelashes, that ))
Neal: (( 's weird ))
	Lydia: 	Not sre how it was obvious
	Lydia: 	But I'll just go along with it
	Lydia: 	Obv OOC since session is over
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self* That was lots of fun! Let's try that again some time, kay?
	Lord Kamui: 	Isn't that right, honey?
	Elisabet: 	UGHHHHHHHHHHH. ONE MORE TURN, THAT'S ALL WE NEEDED FOR THE GRAND FUCKIN FINALEEEEEEEEEEEE...
Lydia: (( Right, he also totally ignored me about that ))
Lydia: (( but aw well ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Ignored whatwho now
Lydia: (( The thing I said to him earlier about his girlfriend being 1/3rd his age ))
Lydia: (( Just scroll up ))
	Elisabet: 	We woulda blown them to the fuckin moon, Slayer!
	Tuco: 	Damn Ivysaur. You have some sort of defeatist complex going on? *Return*
	Slayer: 	Haunt haunt...Haunter haunt.
	Lydia: 	Well, I don't think we were expected to win, anyways...
	Lydia: 	Guess it doesn't hurt our image.
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh, well that's sorta something I can't respond to without killing the moment
tirkaroKujo: 	So (nonowa)
	Ivysaur: 	I GOT OUT OF SLEEP TURN 1
	Elisabet: 	Haunt haunt! Haunter, haunt, haunt, hau, haunter!
	Ivysaur: 	FUCK YOU TUCO
Lydia: (( So you're just not gonna respond? Well alright ))
Neal: (( のワの oh, so that's what this is ))
tirkaroKujo: 	To ".wait, did you say he's your father? And..his girlfriend is HER? Jeez...that's a bit of an age barrier..."
	Slayer: 	Haunter? Haunter haunt! Ter! Haunteeeeer!
tirkaroKujo: 	That's not really a question
tirkaroKujo: 	のワの
Neal: (( のワの ))
	Elisabet: 	Haunteeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. Haunter, haunt, haunt. Haun, haunter haunt. Haunter? Haunter hanunter!
Lydia: (( It's talking, but alright ))
Lydia: (( I've quit anyways ))
	Lydia: 	Well, I guess that can hurt your image...
tirkaroKujo: 	Well geez
tirkaroKujo: 	It's really 5:33
	Neal: 	Remind me to never assume that a contest is actually a contest
Lydia: (( Indeed ))
	Elisabet: 	Haunter, haunt. *high fives Slayer* Best bros, yo.
	Ivysaur: 	exp or bust.
Lydia: (( We just...cannot do actual contests ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Valence: 	BECAUSE
Elisabet: (( And just nobody wants to actually wrap this up and see who won. ))
	Valence: 	WE WOULD HAVE FUCKING WON
	Valence: 	IF IT WAS A CONTEST.
Neal: (( right right finefinefine ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Sadly (sad)
Neal: (( shut up with the OOC ))
	Ivysaur: 	valence lay off the caps lock
	Ivysaur: 	I hate it when master do that
Neal: (( let's get to the EPIK CUNCLOOSHUN ))
	Valence: 	COMPUTER PROGRAM
	Valence: 	CAN'T
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh really?
tirkaroKujo: 	I thought you wanted to end it here
Elisabet: (( Only PC did afaik. ))
	Valence: 	NOW WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT
tirkaroKujo: 	If you want to reach the KONKLUUSION
	Valence: 	I JUST...THOUGHT IT WAS OVER
tirkaroKujo: 	Then let's go negro
Neal: (( bam ))
Neal: (( negro as possible ))
	Ivysaur: 	slam
	Ivysaur: 	thank you mam
	Catherim: 	....yes. It was quite beatiful, Kamui...
	Valence: 	You hear that?
	Valence: 	Beatiful.
	Rack: 	*Checks paper* Well alright, let's see here.
	Valence: 	It was METAL after all.
tirkaroKujo: 	The judges murmur and rabble rabble over the decision.
	Ivysaur: 	and jazz
	Lord Kamui: 	Hooo...I gotta say, I wasn't expecting such a fight from an unlikely group.
	Lord Kamui: 	Just who are you fellows anyway?
	Lydia: 	I'm just sad my Pokemon got knocked out...they looked barely over the edge...
Tokens dropped onto map 'CITES ARE VERY LITERAL'
	Eldin: 	-1/60
	Elisabet: 	And we woulda NUKED YA given one more turn!
	Valence: 	-1/70
	Valence: 	gg
	Slayer: 	Haunter!
	Lord Kamui: 	It seems my daughter here has an acquaintance with you.
	Kaede: 	*Gnashes teeth*
	Lydia: 	Hey, I said I was sorry!
	Kaede: 	You're....damn right I have an acquaintance with her!
	Tuco: 	She does indeed have an acquaintance with Vivian and Mr. night shamalan
	Lord Kamui: 	Hmm, did you hear that?
	Lord Kamui: 	She said she was sorry. Did she do something bad?
	Lydia: 	Well, not intentionally...
	Rack: 	AND we have reached a verdict!
	Tuco: 	CHANGE OF TOPIC.
	Elisabet: 	AW SHIT! HERE WE GO!
	Valence: 	Gee, I must wonder what it is
	Rack: 	The winner of this grueling bout is-!
	Valence: 	« 1d20-19 = 9 - 19 = -10 »
	Valence: 	Got nothin
	Neal: 	*fishes for cheese sauce*
	Han: 	STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM.
	Han: 	NOBODY BREAKS THE LAW ON MY WATCH
	Lydia: 	Uh
	Elisabet: 	......ohhhhhhhh....right...
	Lydia: 	You're right next to Neal
	Lydia: 	You'd be arresting him (CHEW)
	Neal: 	Eh?
	Lydia: 	And not noticing us
	Lydia: 	Thanks Neal, you really helped us out there
Elisabet: (( Stop ooc'ing ))
Elisabet: (( (CRS) ))
Neal: (( fak u (D) ))
Lydia: (( **** (D) ))
	Ivysaur: 	Sry Gooby
	Han: 	I'm confiscating you all from this tournam-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
	Tatsuun (Battle Mode): 	CAAAAAAAATHEEERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM
	Han: 	OH GOD MY LEG
	Lydia: 	....
	Tuco: 	(Can she make up her mind whether she hates us or not.)
	Lydia: 	Well, you were more useful than Neal.
	Tatsuun (Battle Mode): 	CATHERIM! YOU ALL! TWERPS! STOP! I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!
	Lord Kamui: 	*Waves fan* Well what's this now?
	Elisabet: 	We totally won, right? Right?!
	Rack: 	Uh....
	Elisabet: 	I need to knoooooooooooooooooooooooooooow! *collapses on desk*
	Han: 	*GETS THE FUCK BACK UP*
	Han: 	RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE
	Lydia: 	Hey, you're interrupting the jduges!
	Rack: 	....well it seems you're sorta disqualified now, so.....
	Lydia: 	Can someone throw this guy out?
	Slayer: 	Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaunt! *falls on desk despite floating*
	Elisabet: 	-SORTA- disqualified?! -SORTA-?!
	Lord Kamui: 	Pfffwooo....*Fans self* Just can it.
tirkaroKujo: 	He is in fact staring at the judge ther
tirkaroKujo: 	e
	Lord Kamui: 	It's doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's how you play the game.
	Neal: 	Some sort of rush? @ Tatsuun
	Catherim: 	...Tatsuun.
	Tatsuun (Battle Mode): 	...You're damn right I'm in a rush!
	Tatsuun (Battle Mode): 	Tatsuun! Stop this!
	Tatsuun: 	*Calms down*
	Neal: 	(Talking to herself?)
	Elisabet: 	But winning is all that maaaaaaaaaaaaaatteeeeeers...otherwise you're a loooooooooooooooooooser!
	Tatsuun: 	Okay, seems this is the only way to solve anything...
	Tuco: 	. . .
	Lord Kamui: 	Ugh, what an ugly mess.
	Tuco: 	(Is she just fucking possessed)
	Lydia: 	Well, I guess I did tell you to go after her...didn't expect you'd be slower than us, though.
	Tuco: 	(Her mood swings are inhuman)
	Tatsuun: 	Now...Catherim! What are you even doing with this man!?
	Tatsuun: 	What happened to living a life of freedom and-
	Tuco: 	*To Lydia* Now might be a good time to slip out.
	Tuco: 	*Goes to leave*
	Catherim: 	Ugh. Please. Stop.
	Elisabet: 	Weeeeeeeeell....I'm bored.
	Neal: 	@ Tuco: They've got nachos in the back. *eats nacho*
	Lydia: 	Wasn't the blonde one usually the polite one...?
	Lord Kamui: 	*Fans self*...so everyone's just gonna leave me with this mess, huh.
	Tuco: 	*Runs the fuck out because tirk can't RP enough people at once to stop me*
	Tuco: 	*Psychically grabs some nachos on the way*
	Lord Kamui: 	And all I wanted was a fun night on the town.
tirkaroKujo: 	Indeed I cannot
	Lydia: 	You will NEVER get it.
	Elisabet: 	Wellllllllll...we sorta got disqualified so yeah. Fuck that jazz. No offense Smooth Jazz dude.
tirkaroKujo: 	And there doesn't seem to be anyone stop you
	Lydia: 	There is never a normal day in this place.
tirkaroKujo: 	As Tatsuun sorta made a hole in the wall
	Tuco: 	*Looks out hole in the wall*
	Lord Kamui: 	*Frowns* Tell me about it
	Neal: 	No dice, then?
	Jamm: 	*Smooth jazz*
	Lydia: 	« 1d100-4 = 86 - 4 = 82 » *dice*
	Elisabet: 	Thaaaaaaaaaat's the stuff.
	Lydia: 	*no, no dice*
	Dootle: 	yeesh....
	Dootle: 	What happened here?
	Dootle: 	It looks like a meteor struck the arena.
	Elisabet: 	So yeah. Let's roll. Before we get accused of anything we totally probably did but probably shouldn't have but did anyway cuz yay anarchy.
	Tuco: 	some plane hijacking terrorist came to steal the money
	Catherim: 	Sorry Tatsuun. But this is within my best interest.
	Lydia: 	I think I'm going to get arrested if I stay with you people any longer.
	Catherim: 	I hope you understand.
	Tatsuun: 	....
	Tuco: 	Pink hair, double personality, probably needs to be put in a "safe room" at a prison.
	Elisabet: 	Prolly. But isn't that the fun part?
	Neal: 	I'm shocked we haven't already.
	Catherim: 	There is no way for you to change this.
	Tuco: 	Her name is Tatsuun and she is a member of Team "Cosmos".
	Tatsuun: 	...RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!
	Tatsuun: 	*Runs out of the arena at blinding speeds!*
	Elisabet: 	Maaaaaaaaaan. She has worse mood swings than I doHOLYSHIT
	Neal: 	Guess that Tatsuun girl has some unresolved is- HERE SHE COMES.
	Tatsuun: 	*HOLY MOTHER OF DEX CHECKS BATMAN*
	Elisabet: 	« 1d20 = 3 »
Elisabet: (( Haaaaaaaaaah no ))
	Neal: 	« 1d20 = 10 »
Tatsuun: (( Elisabet goes flying into a wall ))
Elisabet: (( WAIT ))
tirkaroKujo: 	WHAT
Elisabet: (( I can Sucker Punch her, right? :O ))
tirkaroKujo: 	If you have that move, sure
	Lydia: 	So can I, but I don't WANT to
Lydia: (( * ))
Elisabet: (( Oh wait, I'll do that instead ))
	Elisabet: 	Move heeeeeeeer...two forward
Elisabet: (( * ))
	Elisabet: 	*QUICK ATTACK MAHSELF* « 1d20 = 17 »
tirkaroKujo: 	Holy mother of quick attacks!
	Elisabet: 	« 1d12+6+16 = 1 + 6 + 16 = 23 »
Elisabet: (( Whole attack stat, right? ))
	Tatsuun: 	RAAAAA-OOUGHFF!
tirkaroKujo: 	If you're an MA or Psychic, yes
	Lydia: 	What are you doing?
	Elisabet: 	WATAH!
Lydia: (( Mystic is also a combat class ))
Lydia: (( I'd assume it gets it too ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh right, it is
tirkaroKujo: 	So yeah (CHEW)
	Elisabet: 	FUCKIN QUICK ATTACK, YO!
Lydia: (( dat one ))
	Neal: 	...the heck was that for? Seriously?
	Valence: 	>1 « 1d20 = 14 »
	Tatsuun: 	Atatatata....
	Valence: 	Man.
	Lydia: 	What are you DOING?
	Elisabet: 	Bitch was about to run into me. *shrugs* Sooooooo...I used Quick Attack.
	Catherim: 	I'm sorry Tatsuun. But this is my new life now.
	Catherim: 	It was....lots of fun.
	Lord Kamui: 	*Shrugs* Seems I should be leaving early?
	Lord Kamui: 	I mean, everyone else is evacuating...
	Elisabet: 	...oh c'mon! Don't look at me like that! That was cool and you know it!
	Kimsoo: 	That would be within our best interest yes.
	Kaede: 	Hahaha!
	Neal: 	You couldn't have just... gotten out of the way? *steps in, treat minor wounds because hippo*
	Lydia: 	Oh, get up. *helps her up* Just watch yourself on the way out.
	Kaede: 	Even in the face of disaster, I succeed again!
	Tatsuun: 	Aatta...*Holds head*
Elisabet: (( That feel when Haunter would've done less damage with Sucker Punch (SAD) ))
Lydia: (( with all these aattas ))
	Lord Kamui: 	Aww, what a shame....
Lydia: (( she's just blatantly evil Sen ))
Neal: (( What's Sucker Punch's roll, anyway? ))
Lydia: (( Or well, "evil" ))
	Elisabet: 	*stuffs hands in pockets* Hmph. Tuco would've thought it was coo'.
	Catherim: 	...sorry.
Lydia: (( 3d10+12, Agi ))
Elisabet: (( Huh, 3d10+12 ))
	Tatsuun: 	*Still holds head* Catherim....Catherim....why...
	Tatsuun: 	What am I supposed to do now?
tirkaroKujo: 	What is PC on about now
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh
	Han: 	BECAUSE OF ME
Lydia: (( Well dammit, why did nobody show their tickets ))
Lydia: (( It'sn ot like I can, it would be OOC ))
Lydia: (( no wis ))
Neal: (( I figured... y'know, NO ONE HEARD HIM ))
Neal: (( since he was piledrived instantly ))
Lydia: (( that too considering he got tackled ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Was more to do with the fact that he was Hypnotized and tackled
Neal: (( no one witnessed the hypnotism ))
Lydia: (( Well I mean, he couldn't PROVE it ))
Lydia: (( we have the stubs ))
Lydia: (( But either way ))
Lydia: (( We would have lost anyways, so... ))
Lydia: (( Let's just take it, if they DO try to arrest us ))
Lydia: (( Then we'll show the stubs and come up with a story ))
Lydia: (( and by that I mean we tape Elizabet's mouth shut ))
Lydia: (( THEN come up with a story. ))
	Elisabet: 	Soooooooooo...how bout that going?
tirkaroKujo: 	So I guess this makes this the postgame then のワの
	Neal: 	What's the deal with you and Catherim, anyway? I think I missed the last chunk.
tirkaroKujo: 	Guess not のワの
	Neal: 	のワの
	Tuco: 	what's that lydia
	Tuco: 	I can't hear youuuuuuuuu
	Tuco: 	I'm way over here
	Lydia: 	Hey, look, it might seem bad, but...It'll be okay, I think. Actually, I'm kind of confused as to why you can't just talk to her normally.
	Tatsuun: 	Ugh....
Elisabet: (( Weeeee probably should save lesbian angst for the next session. ))
	Tatsuun: 	I'm sorry, my loyal eternal enemies...
	Tatsuun: 	But-
Lydia: (( She indeed is Sen ))
	Han: 	I SAID STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!
	Neal: 	Look, what are you even talking about?
	Tatsuun: 	Eeep! Let's listen to the pink text!
	Neal: 	@ Han
	Neal: 	We have our tickets. Ordered them a week in advance.
Lydia: (( probably shouldn't claim that ))
Neal: (( just did (D) ))
Lydia: (( but eh, you're the only one with Charisma ))
Lydia: (( have at it ))
	Neal: 	You did seem a bit out of it when we came through.
	Han: 	Which is surely why I have all this psychic residue on me, right?
	Han: 	I mean, I'm not an idiot!
Lydia: (( Not sure how long that lasts ))
	Neal: 	Is that even a thing?
Elisabet: (( Yes ))
	Han: 	Pfft, let me tell you.
Lydia: (( But at the same time, he still can't prove we didn't order our tickets ))
	Han: 	We get Psychics around these parts far too often.
	Han: 	After all, we're pretty close to a- WAIT, WHY AM I EVEN TALKING TO YOU ABOUT THIS!?
	Neal: 	Look, I don't know how this "psychic residue" thing of yours works. Does it vary depending on what was used?
	Lydia: 	I don't know. You know, there's a REASON I didn't exactly panic.
	Neal: 	Really, I feel like my rights as a citizen are being infringed here.
	Lydia: 	Tuco's dumb, we didn't tell him we had our tickets. He'd have tried to sell them.
	Tuco: 	MONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
	Lydia: 	*this is 100% IC*
	Han: 	*Rubs chin*
	Elisabet: 	Where is that fatso anyway? *glances about, spots cops* Oh. Cops sure got here fast.
tirkaroKujo: 	May as well roll a CHR check
Lydia: (( Me or Aggey ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Lydia and Agi
	Neal: 	« 1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20 » oh boy here we go
	Lydia: 	« 1d20 = 3 » God dammit
Lydia: (( Well, that is above average overall. ))
Elisabet: (( « 1d20-6 = 16 - 6 = 10 » ))
	Han: 	Hmm, maybe your rights are being infringed here-
Elisabet: (( *still rolls better than Lydia* ))
	Lydia: 	(FEDUP)
	Han: 	...okay, now I just cannot buy that story. You're awfully suspicious lady!
	Lydia: 	Look, do you really think, if I could afford this coat, I'd have to STEAL a ticket?
	Tatsuun: 	I'm....
	Tatsuun: 	just gonna....
	Tatsuun: 	sneak outta...
	Neal: 	Yeah, you do that.
	Elisabet: 	I like her idea.
	Lydia: 	Or whatever you're accusing me of now.
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	Han: 	YOU BET YOUR BEHINDS I AM
	Mbison: 	yes, lady in black is very suspicious
	Mbison: 	because she is so mysterious
	Mbison: 	with mysterious black coat
Lydia: (( Clearly the guy who RAN OUT ))
Lydia: (( Is not suspicious ))
	Tatsuun: 	Waaaaaaaaah, Catheeeriiiiiiiiiiiim! *Runs out of the arena*
	Han: 	Aw crap! I forgot!
	Han: 	Quick! Get her!
	Tuco: 	*Is at the car by now*
	Neal: 	*just kind of steps back*
tirkaroKujo: 	And thus, the Pink-haired idiot saved you all from the long arm of the law
	Elisabet: 	Those are my favorite kinds of crime: The ones with nooooooo negative consequences! *giddy laughter*
	Valence: 	You didn't hear that, judges
	Neal: 	*kind of nervous laughter here*
	Rack: 	I SURE HOPE I DIDN'T
	Elisabet: 	Now let's go find Nachos Grande before he jacks our ride, yo!
	Neal: 	Ha... haha.. wow, that just happened.
	Dootle: 	....and it's over....waaaah.
	Lydia: 	Urgh... I think this is making me sick to my stomach.
Elisabet: (( Aaaaaand...end scene? ))
	Dootle: 	yay
Lydia: (( Seems that way ))
Tuco: (( I did talk to her for all of 2 seconds ))
Tuco: (( but was ignored. ))
Lydia: (( But it does not ))
Tuco: (( I told dootle that tatsuun is satan ))
Tuco: (( and should be executed ))
	Dootle: 	quite
	Dootle: 	what a horrible person
	Valence: 	I will never live down my shame
	Valence: 	ALSO
	Valence: 	EXP
	Neal: 	SO YEAH THAT WAS A FIGHT SCENE
	Dootle: 	yep, sure am calcing that
	Valence: 	I don't even CARE if it's halved because olol -1
	Neal: 	Jesus christ, that was
	Neal: 	wow
	Elisabet: 	Also goddamn. Y'all a bunch of sticks in the mud. Gettin all pissed at me for Quick Attacking Evil Sen.
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	Eldin: 	I will evolve
	Eldin: 	and revive
	Eldin: 	due to healing upon HP gap
	Eldin: 	gain*
	Neal: 	You already KNEW I was a stick in the mud (D)
Ivysaur: (( tirk make it a rule plz.\ ))
	Lydia: 	*uses Revive*
Ivysaur: (( cannot evolve while unconcious ))
	Lydia: 	Suck a dick Tuco
	Elisabet: 	You weren't even -impressed- that I just fuckin Ninja Speed Quick Attacked her (D)
	Lydia: 	...
	Hani: 	I was worth 1225 exp for all it was worth
	Lydia: 	we have no money at all
	Neal: 	Too busy being "shit, you just punched that girl"
	Lydia: 	we cannot go to a center
	Neal: 	Doesn't matter
	Neal: 	I have revivs
	Neal: 	*revives
tirkaroKujo: 	>Implying centers
	Lydia: 	I just used one
	Neal: 	I have ten
	Lydia: 	Not this session
	Lydia: 	I have 12.
	Lydia: 	Er, 11.
	Neal: 	well they're all useless (D)
	Ivysaur: 	gardevoir exp plz.
	Lydia: 	I can ALSO use them as free actions.
	Lydia: 	So yes, he was clearly revived before getting Exp
	Lydia: 	Suck a dick, Tuco
	Jesus: 	1125, yes, that is half EXP but still damn good
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	Lydia: 	I assume every Pokemon gets full
	Ralphie 1: 	ashamed
	Lydia: 	Cause man
	Lydia: 	I do not want to scroll up to remember who attacked what
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure, let's do that
Elisabet: (( Only Glaceon attacked Cherrim ))
Elisabet: (( And IIRC Ivysaur put it to sleep ))
Elisabet: (( But okaaaaaaay, I'll take all that extra EXP (chew) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Well, guess my stomach is all better now
tirkaroKujo: 	And you sure will
	Eldin: 	Well
	Eldin: 	you have to split it between your two Pokemon evenly
tirkaroKujo: 	But damn it was a pain to do all this with my belly killing me
	Neal: 	we seem to be getting into battle stagnation again
	Eldin: 	Flaaffy Exp?
	Eldin: 	And...did she send anythi--right Lilligant
tirkaroKujo: 	See all the sacrifices I make for you guys- flaffy didn't even die
	Eldin: 	Well yeah
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	Eldin: 	But...you don't actually have to KO them to get Exp
	Carley: 	How odd
	Eldin: 	It literally says that in the GM book
	Eldin: 	It's just reduced
	Carley: 	Seems so
	Carley: 	So that's 500 exp
	Carley: 	More than half, so be happy
	Kyuti: 	50 exp because ice shard hippo
	Kimsoo: 	No Trainer level indeed
	Kimsoo: 	Nonsense
	Elisabet: 	So
	Elisabet: 	How about that Pantera MVP?
	Kimsoo: 	I will never stop until Trainers are overpowered as fuck
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	Eldin: 	So do I evolve with that mass Exp
	Eldin: 	Or do I need to OHKO Aggron for that
	Kimsoo: 	Nigga you knocked out
	Kimsoo: 	Get in the back
	Eldin: 	Not anymore
	Eldin: 	(SAD)
	Eldin: 	As a free action
	Ivysaur: 	that is AFTER you gained the exp.
	Ivysaur: 	no go fag
	Eldin: 	Naw, free action is before (D)
	Kimsoo: 	Impossible
Neal: 	so yeah, healbot duty time
	Neal: 	erryone just... post your status
	Lydia: 	67/76
	Kimsoo: 	You can wait one more level
	Eldin: 	20/60
	Neal: 	Pogeystatus, yes
	Valence: 	-1/70
	Elisabet: 	82/106
	Kimsoo: 	and why do you hate Lydia (sad)
	Pantera: 	-28/64
	Valence: 	man
	Valence: 	I'm expecting you to write her off
	Valence: 	hippo
	Kimsoo: 	Why would I ever want to
	Neal: 	What time in the day is it
	Kimsoo: 	Too fucking late
	Valence: 	Considering you didn't even know Gligar resisted that Focus Blast
	Valence: 	and fully planned to kill it
	Neal: 	(D) in-game
	Kimsoo: 	Unless you mean in-game
	Pantera: 	Need heals broooooooo
	Neal: 	heals comin'
	Kimsoo: 	Which means it's about 9:00 PM
	Pantera: 	PILLS HERE!
	Neal: 	yeah, may as well get my features out of the way then
	Kimsoo: 	>Tirk is doing something challenging, he must want everyone dead
	Kimsoo: 	Stop that (D)
	Valence: 	If you'd used it on me
	Kimsoo: 	I even SAID
	Kimsoo: 	If that somehow kills you, you don't die
	Neal: 	Heal Eldin to max, revive Pantera and Valence to 40
	Valence: 	I would have been at...
	Neal: 	still doing rounds
	Valence: 	-166/70
	Pantera: 	Cheers
	Slayer: 	*Ghosts don't die*
	Pantera: 	SO YEAH, MVP RIGHT HERE YO
	Pantera: 	Woop, woop.
	Neal: 	And... may as well add 20 more HP to Valence and use a potion on Pantera, again raising him to max
	Pantera: 	Also save log o3o
	Kimsoo: 	Most Viewtiful Pantera
	Neal: 	I ain't even need to roll
	Pantera: 	Pantera's a girl.
	Neal: 	(D) Fine
	Neal: 	raising HER to max
	Pantera: 	Is the log saved? o3o
	Kimsoo: 	Yes, yes it is now
	Neal: 	man
	Neal: 	What I need to do is poison you guys now
	Valence: 	Clearly
	Valence: 	if Lydia gets killed
	Neal: 	so I can use antidotes
	Neal: 	and heal that way
	Valence: 	I will just play the only person in her backstory
	Valence: 	and have him randomly be here, instead of some 100% unrelated character
	Valence: 	like you lot will do
	Valence: 	Because man, Tirk's gunning for us now (D)
	Neal: 	I don't plan on dying, for one
	Elisabet: 	I don't^
	Kimsoo: 	>Getting killed in PTA
	Kimsoo: 	Come on now really
	Valence: 	Ci didn't plan on dying
	Valence: 	she still did
	Neal: 	She didn't
	Valence: 	because green comet
	Neal: 	...right
	Valence: 	She died harder than Karsai
	Elisabet: 	NEVER HAPPENED
	Neal: 	but that was Pathfinder
	Valence: 	from Machamp
	Kimsoo: 	RIP Ci and Karsai, they never stood a chance
	Valence: 	It's only -100%, though
	Elisabet: 	Just don't have a double weakness
	Elisabet: 	And you'
	Elisabet: 	ll be awwwwwwwright
	Elisabet: 	IE: Don't be a Toxicroak
	Kimsoo: 	I would say that I was happy I was able to go a session without someone killing me
	Valence: 	Or if you have a regular weakness
	Valence: 	and they....attack you at full health
	Valence: 	hippo
	Valence: 	Er
	Kimsoo: 	but my stomach put up a damn good fight
	Valence: 	NOT at full health
	Neal: 	So, Elisabet
	Valence: 	Like if you're at 20 HP and they hit you with a SE move
	Valence: 	you gone
	Valence: 	you gonerngone
	Neal: 	you'd better be good at finding places to sleep
	Neal: 	We do have a car, I guess
	Elisabet: 	Whyfor?
	Neal: 	but... four people sleeping in a car? Really?
	Valence: 	Tuco.
	Valence: 	You gotta hide.
	Valence: 	...
	Neal: 	And yes, Tuco makes sleeping in a car impossible.
	Valence: 	Speaking of Tuco
	Valence: 	He has 100% left.
	Neal: 	There is no way in hell he doesn't snore.
	Valence: 	He's not in the city anymore.
	Neal: 	He does indeed just have the care.
	Neal: 	*car.
	Kimsoo: 	poor guy
	Kimsoo: 	and then you all died
	Valence: 	Naw
	Valence: 	We can make it out
	Kimsoo: 	to make the game TUCO'S FABULOUS MISADVENTURES
	Neal: 	Rocks fall. Dex checks or die. Except Lydia. Str check for her.
	Lydia: 	« 1d20-4 = 4 - 4 = 0 »
	Lydia: 	m
	Neal: 	gloriious
	Neal: 	ii
	Elisabet: 	« 1d20 = 10 »
	Elisabet: 	Cor
	Neal: 	« 1d20 = 3 »
	Kimsoo: 	dem boulders
	Neal: 	(fedup)
	Lydia: 	« 1d20+8 = 7 + 8 = 15 »
	Lydia: 	sad
	Kimsoo: 	Boulder's Gate
	Elisabet: 	And writing for Elisabet is the most fun I've had with a character in ages yo.
	Neal: 	I can tell you're enjoying writing her
	Lydia: 	If I die, I'm likely just gonna play a Thrice character again
	Neal: 	Sometimes I feel as if I'm not writing enough in reply
	Elisabet: 	In fairness
	Lydia: 	Not sure if that will be closer to Quincy, Felix, Julian, or Karsai
	Elisabet: 	A lot of the time it's hard to keep up
	Lydia: 	just hope it's not the last
	Elisabet: 	As I purposely make her talk a mile a minute.
	Neal: 	juuust a bit
	Lydia: 	A page a second*
	Lydia: 	all dem walls of text
	Neal: 	BUT YEAH
	Neal: 	fuckin' late, yo
	Elisabet: 	See, it's fun!
	Lydia: 	It is really quite not
	Lydia: 	It's 6 am, that's pretty early
	Neal: 	I stayed up until 6 AM yesterday
	Catherim: 	Tatsuun is an awful lot harder to write for than expected
	Neal: 	not doing that again
	Lydia: 	3 AM, even earlier for you
	Lydia: 	She's evil Sen (D)
	Lydia: 	That can't be THAT hard
	Catherim: 	Basically
	Lydia: 	HELL
	Lydia: 	YOU WROTE EVIL SEN
	Lydia: 	WHEN SHE FIRST APPEARED
	Elisabet: 	And I will not become a lesbian for her.
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	Hendrix: 	And stole my booze
	Elisabet: 	PC might.
	Lydia: 	You never know
	Neal: 	If PC lives/sticks aroundl
	Neal: 	Both of which are becoming more unlikely
	Catherim: 	Though it's hard to make her talk personally when she's supposed to be a hostile enemy to the entire group
	Hendrix: 	I enjoyed this session, for what it's worth
	Hendrix: 	Even if it was as slow as molasses
	Neal: 	Man, she ain't even hostile
	Hendrix: 	And/or mole asses
	Hendrix: 	they probably aren't too fast either
	Catherim: 	I dunno man
	Catherim: 	A mole can shake it's rump pretty fast
	Hendrix: 	You would know
	Catherim: 	how else would they be able to dig
	Neal: 	WELP
	Hendrix: 	...they don't dig BACKWARDS
	Hendrix: 	THEY DO NOT DIG
	Neal: 	Not going to be able to get that out of my mind
	Hendrix: 	BY SUCKING DIRT U
	Hendrix: 	P THEIR ASS
	Neal: 	I just have this .gif-style mental picture
	Catherim: 	I assume Moles dig much in the way everything else swims
	Neal: 	of a mole just
	Neal: 	wiggling its ass as the camera slightly zooms in
	Neal: 	then it jumps out
	Neal: 	over and over
	Catherim: 	That's the title of this log
	Catherim: 	mole asses
	Neal: 	I've been on tumblr too much
	Hendrix: 	10/10
	Neal: 	(Y)
	Hendrix: 	You gotta resave it though