New chapter woooo!

How would a human even know where they wanted their embers to go?
Oh? Is this a religious thing?

The device unfurled with a chorus of small clicks, the top half raising up and flipping around to reveal a tiny screen, while the bottom split apart and produced a small keyboard.
[wince] Oh gods that's horribly flimsy.

She blew out, and began to play. It sounded, somewhat, like this:

Wind, salt, waves, and sand. Light and soft, endless sunny skies across a boundless azure horizon. Laughter and adventure at every turn, and, deep inside, a soft wistfulness for a day long passed by, perhaps soon to come again.
Hang on, is she playing the music that plays in-game when you're on Mr. Briney's boat?

Maybe it was some other Rock-type pokemon? Assuming it was true at all, of course. Well, whatever it was,

It deserved everything that happened to it.​
Astra tilted her head. Temples in Mesos? That...she didn't know what that was, but it sounded wrong, somehow.
Ancestor threw down with Regirock?

"Could be some secret government project," May suggested. "Or, hell, some secret criminal project."
Or Regice!

"It's a prison."

"What?" May asked, turning to Astra.

Astra blinked back at her. "What?"
OH SHIT. This is a development: bleed-over so strong that Astra subconsciously broadcasts it.

Astra afforded him a small, wry smile, but her attention was still drawn back outside. She just couldn't seem to shake it. The thing in the mist just...pulled her along, like a flooding river. It wanted her attention. Demanded it. Pleaded for it, for ever and ever and—
Wait what? I don't know what this is getting at. Regice doesn't even learn Follow Me or another move that fits this.

Astra closed her eyes and just...listened. Not to the strange presence, so very faint; but to her friend's oblivious ode of contentment and the feel of the melody.

Light, bouncy, free; a tune worthy of the sea. Yet, melancholic, in a way; a dedication to times that would never last yet would come again, and shine all the brighter for the absence.
And is this the surfing music?
 
It's Bink's Song! This line works if you drop the apostrophe, as the but is a pickup type note. I take it you're excited for One Piece Film: Red, as well?

I plan on seeing it when it's available.

Hang on, is she playing the music that plays in-game when you're on Mr. Briney's boat?

I was listening to the title theme of Wind Waker.

Wait what? I don't know what this is getting at. Regice doesn't even learn Follow Me or another move that fits this.

Winter's Eye has been howling for few thousand years. That's a lot of time to explore your options, and maybe invent some new ones.

And is this the surfing music?

May was humming Bink's Sake, which lead into the shanty bit; also basically a lyric change to Bink's Sake.
 
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Ah that was nice. It's good to have them on the road again, the city was beginning to feel quite a bit stuffy.

And Briney is quite the joy to be around it seems.

"Meh," May grunted, waving off Astra's concern. "It's just stomach aches and a bit of hurling—unless you're an idiot and straight up eat the raw leaves. Roselia's fine if you do it right, and we're not even having that kind anyway."

Astra wasn't sure about 'fine', but, after a moment of hesitance, let it go. Maybe it was a Human thing.

Clearly they incorporate the poison to use it for their own defenses!

Astras understanding of the strange mobile trees that cover the world is ever increasing!

Oh, nice!" Astra drank the rest of her tea, humming happily. She paused. "Wait, so does that mean I win 'your soggy ass'?"

No Astra! Don't feed the shippers! :p

If she tried, she could almost see the spires as the gargantuan teeth of an unfathomably enormous maw.

Darkness crept in as they traveled, icy condensation beading on the windows. A damp chill snuck its way into the cabin despite the heater and Astra shivered, watching her own breath come out as a faint mist. Quiet fell over the cabin, broken only by the creak of the boat and the faint hum of the engine. Briney stood at the wheel, occasionally turning the wheel minutely while the rest of them huddled near the radiator.

The eye of winter does not fuck around. I like how everything that happens matches the in game journey, I never realized how well the ships actions fit the enviroment. Of course giant stone pillars would be a sailing hazard, and of course that one ice cold island with fog around it would be terrifiying to sail through instead of watching from a birds perspective for 4 seconds.

lot of effort to get ice for food preservation."

"It's a prison."

"What?" May asked, turning to Astra.

Aaaaah good old Astra, can't go 5 seconds without mysteriously ominousing or ominously mysterising :p

At this rate, May and Brendan won't think she's a run away cultist, they will think she is the worlds most cute unsealed ancient evil in a can!

Has deep insight into the ancient world, is flabbergasted by modern tech but seems extremely well adapted for roughly young stone age living, has mysterious competences and seems to need to be reminded how to human (including sometimes growing a bit over less than a week) and showed up with nothing but black robes and a strange blade.

It was in the air. In the water. In the fog.

It was in the wind.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—

But what was it!?

It was everywhere, but it was so thin. So weak, but it was still there.

It felt like...it sounded like...

Oh no sounds like whoevers trapped there us calling for help. And has been calling for help.

For millenia.

"...it sounded like screaming."

"Ah, that," Mr. Briney said, distantly. "I wasn't expecting...the howl affects some a bit worse,

I'd wager the latent and active psycics. Millenia of unheeded wailing must take on an interesting and intense psychic note.

Demanded it. Pleaded for it, for ever and ever and—

Rescuemission when?

"...hm hm-hm-hm; hm, hm-hm hm..."

Is this surf? It matches surf.

May protagonist power activate!

The venom in the glare he received could have burned a hole in the hull.

That's what she needs the rosalia poison for!

Far away from Hoenn's tide, naught but sea to be our guide;
Our end has come, but don't be glum, our memories remain;

"Our dream was lost along the way, but eternal ou'r stories stay;
Fair winds blow, but 'ware your foe, a warning I convey!


Astra looked up at Mr. Briney. Was he going to finish the song by himself? Heh, of course; who better to send off a song about the ocean than a sailor? Her grin grew as she heard Peeko join in, his cry following Astra's violin as they all rushed toward the finale.

Should the Ogre of the sea, come to bring calamity;
Raise a glass, and say 'alas!', the drinks your fate to be!"

But shed no tears, allay your fear, your homes upon the waves;
Darkest depths or fairest shore, I'll gladly put my grave!"

Poor Briney sounds like he has quite some sad stories to tell. That didn't sound generic at all.

May raised an eyebrow, half-smiling, then rolled her eyes. "Well, next time make sure to warn me, prick," she muttered, emanating some mixture of fondness and exasperation as she sat back down.

Brendan sighed in relief—then furrowed his brow as he mouthed 'Next time?' to himself.

Something something stop baiting the shippers.

Alas, May the most adorable friendship tsundere.

Astra had even been able to finally drop her height illusion after 'catching up', which was good because she'd spotted May giving her a few peculiar looks tinged with bewildered curiosity and self-doubt the last few mornings, and even Brendan had given her a glance or two on the day she finished. Astra felt bad about making them doubt their memory so much, but she hadn't had much choice. At least they didn't stare at her neck when they talked to her anymore.

Astra no one buys your nonsense your friends are just far to nice to call you out.

Brendan dropped off the dock, and Astra had just enough time to see May's victorious grin turn to horror as she realized Brendan had grabbed her wrist. Astra heard a brief shriek, which was cut off abruptly by a loud sploosh. She snorted, shaking her head.

Those two fools are lucky the weathers kind and the waters calm and shallow. That kinda nonsense can get you frostbitten or killed.

"Aye aye!" Brendan said, saluting. Astra blinked at him, amused. He sure was enthusiastic, wasn't he?

Brendans hero worship is adorable!

He's famous for being the first one on the scene when Sea Mauville self-destructed

Now that sounds interesting. Wonder what happened there.

Don't rightly know myself," he finally grumbled, turning back towards the wheel, "but there's been a few tales about it. Supposedly it was the work of some foolish man in ancient times when people were going around conquering bits of land left and right, though it's anyone's guess whether he was trying to keep outsiders out or stop people from leavin'. Didn't give any thought on how it'd affect us small fry; why, half the people I've hauled to safety were regular folk who bumped up against a crag too hard and sunk their craft. Fools they be for not paying enough attention, but more fools the idiot who made Hoenn's seas a madhouse of gabbro reefs."

If it worked, he can hardly be called a fool. A thousand years of rougher sea is easily worth protection from even a single invasion.

Humanity really does create it's own hell in the end.

who's gonna go around and blow up a thousand rock pillars just to make my life a bit easier?

Except in modern day poke world, where people can say stuff like that without bursting into laughter.

Blowing up mayor parts of the landscape and detroying natural habitats for a comparitively minor convenience? It would be harder to find a corporation that won't.

I'd kill for a heavy rose."

Mr. Briney laughed. "Oh, a connoisseur, are we? Sad to say, but my vessel does not double as a tea shop. Is plain acceptable?"

May lowered the towel and squinted. "Is it red or blue?" He blinked, then looked in the cupboard again.

"Green."

May groaned again. "A Sitrus berry, at least?

Oh my, May the tea snob.

Sure," Astra agreed. "We have some pine trees around, and there are some who like to pick off the needles and boil them. I had some once when I had a bad cough; it was super bitter, but I got a lot better right after."

"So you do know what tea is." May concluded, faintly stunned. Astra frowned at her.

Interesting bit of Astras towns way of life.

You didn't even know it's called tea!"

Says the fool who doesn't even know what steam needle is :p

It's fascinating, really," he started, visibly fighting to keep a smile off his face. "First they gather nectar from a bunch of flowers into a sort of second stomach, then they go back to the hive—they live in compact, communal structures hanging off tree branches—find a couple other Combee, and then they turn that nectar into honey by taking that nectar and feeding it to each other via a lengthy session of chain-vomiting—"

Good old honey joke. Never gets old, as long as you find new people to try it on!

[wince] Oh gods that's horribly flimsy.

She literally nabbed a prototype. Naturally it's all features no basic QA and common sense.

OH SHIT. This is a development: bleed-over so strong that Astra subconsciously broadcasts it.

Not all that new, she also did something similar back in the museum. But never this quick or clean before…

Ancestor bleed is getting worse.

Wait what? I don't know what this is getting at. Regice doesn't even learn Follow Me or another move that fits this.

You don't need any special moves to scream.
 
This was really cool! It felt like a self-contained little adventure on the high seas, complete with fun, an old captain, terrifying weather, ancient legends, and possibly a legendary trapped forever!
 
Till next time, and tell me what you think!
I think Astra needs a Fighting type.

At this rate, May and Brendan won't think she's a run away cultist, they will think she is the worlds most cute unsealed ancient evil in a can!
If she's unsealed, then she's not an ancient evil in a can... Anymore!

Blowing up mayor parts of the landscape and detroying natural habitats for a comparitively minor convenience? It would be harder to find a corporation that won't.
You're confusing "minor convenience" with "major profits".
 
I think Astra needs a Fighting type.

For a moment I thought you meant Astra needed to pick up a secondary fighting typing.

When she said it was time to hit the gyms, this wasn´t what May and Brendon suspected.

You're confusing "minor convenience" with "major profits".

I once saw a corp tear down an entire part of an apartment complex because it made accounting slightly easier. You´d be surprised.
 
Huh, Roselia Tea. Roselia seem kinda cute-and-harmless, like bunnies, and rabbit stew is a thing so I guess this is normal. Or maybe they are secretly evil, also like bunnies, like less "spend most of their time innocently twirling in circles in pleasant forest glens" but more "travel in gangs harassing combee for pollination and camouflaging themselves as leafy patches on low branches from which to slit necks using razor leafs..." . Or maybe they are not actually killed to make the tea? I could see them having their hands heads flowers clipped off for their own good, like with normal roses(?)?
No Astra! Don't feed the shippers! :p
They spent the whole update being transported by Briney, accross a massive water feature, in an open-water floatation device. This whole episode was them literally being shipped. I fear that it may be too late to protest... . I mean, Imma still do it, it is sorta my thing, "grr, grar, doom and gloom!", but *shrugs* at this point it feels like it is about time to throw in the towel and join in on the discussions over "What sort of moves can Brendan energy be used for?, and what is it strong or weak against? Like, sure, Geyser of Cursed Language seems to be the most frequently-used attack, but I suspect that it is just a normal-type move that is just common amongst the Latchkey Child egg group instead of being an actual Brendan-type move..." because Briney is at the helm and by all accounts the ship is already sailing.
Astra no one buys your nonsense your friends are just far to nice to call you out.
Ehh, I get the impression that May, being someone with an extremely poor history of being socialised, and having been exposed to it with noone else other than her pokemon to consult with(and she never thought to ask them), has actually been pretty effectively gaslit on the whole thing. It is just normal that sometimes people will get their facial features a little different some days... isn't it??? Brendan though has at least some training in humaning, I mean, he is still pretty deficient, obviously, having spent much of his youth doing the pokemon professor in the wilderness thing, and, well, there is the damning evidence of his choice to wear two pants simultaneously, but he does actually know that teenaged trees do not generally grow an extra half their height in a mere week, and actually has someone to gossip with over how sometimes Astro goes full anime...(should I go looking up how much space is left for brain when one's eyes are that big? I guess maybe her eyes are flat? They could be a film of smaller light-sensors, and with the chibi proportions she can probably have a brain-centre dedicated to generating visual distances using post-processing alone...), so Brendan may be a threat, but May may not...
 
At this rate, May and Brendan won't think she's a run away cultist, they will think she is the worlds most cute unsealed ancient evil in a can!

Has deep insight into the ancient world, is flabbergasted by modern tech but seems extremely well adapted for roughly young stone age living, has mysterious competences and seems to need to be reminded how to human (including sometimes growing a bit over less than a week) and showed up with nothing but black robes and a strange blade.
This would never have occurred to me and I love it.

Those two fools are lucky the weathers kind and the waters calm and shallow. That kinda nonsense can get you frostbitten or killed
I was more worried about their electronics getting wrecked, but I suppose Water-types would encourage prevalent waterproofing.
 
Mysterious ice prison temple island is interesting.
It could be a prison for something vulnerable to ice that's kept frozen there rather than an ice type, not that anything comes to mind.
 
So the Ancestor was involved somehow in the sealing of the Regi's, if not Regigigas then at least the three that came to Hoenn. Given canon never goes into why they were sealed away, I'm interested to see where this is going.

For a moment I thought you meant Astra needed to pick up a secondary fighting typing.
 
So the Ancestor was involved somehow in the sealing of the Regi's, if not Regigigas then at least the three that came to Hoenn. Given canon never goes into why they were sealed away, I'm interested to see where this is going.
Quoting a post from like three years ago:
The Ancestor was not physically there when it happened, before or after.

But sufficiently powerful Ralts-line pokemon are able to see portions of the past or future, though not by choice.
This was in reference to Astra's evolution vision but I think the same thing applies here. I think Astra maintaining several psychic illusions all the time, along with mass telepathy, is pushing her psychic abilities a lot farther than a typical Ralts-line. I bet the Ancestor saw similar things and the purple stone is super charging that.

But this means that she'll twig into things that happened a long time ago, or are sufficiently powerful, like the Regi's or that fossil pokemon weirdness.
 
Huh, Roselia Tea. Roselia seem kinda cute-and-harmless, like bunnies, and rabbit stew is a thing so I guess this is normal. Or maybe they are secretly evil, also like bunnies, like less "spend most of their time innocently twirling in circles in pleasant forest glens" but more "travel in gangs harassing combee for pollination and camouflaging themselves as leafy patches on low branches from which to slit necks using razor leafs..." . Or maybe they are not actually killed to make the tea? I could see them having their hands heads flowers clipped off for their own good, like with normal roses(?)?

Most of their artwork shows them surrounded by shed petals, so I'd bet it's just like owning a cat, except when you brew tea out of the shed detritus snobs by it instead of people being weirded out :p

should I go looking up how much space is left for brain when one's eyes are that big? I guess maybe her eyes are flat? They could be a film of smaller light-sensors, and with the chibi proportions she can probably have a brain-centre dedicated to generating visual distances using post-processing alone...)

Or she simply does her thinking in her eyes. Dual use organ for added efficiency. The rest of the skull is where she keeps the psychic equipment.

So the Ancestor was involved somehow in the sealing of the Regi's, if not Regigigas then at least the three that came to Hoenn. Given canon never goes into why they were sealed away, I'm interested to see where this is going.




Ah look, Astras villages fire brigade!

They don't quite get what the job entails, but they sure are enthusiastic.
 
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