[ti]megathread[/ti] PARK OF DOGS

"To what constitutes, a ball?" Celeste pondered, gazing upon the floating star Pokémon as they floated around the park. Seemingly being chased by a good number of other Trainers and their own Pokémon, all fetching to try and grab the best toy for the Weapon Dogs of Legend. How curious that they would request such living beings for their own entertainment. Although, she supposed that is no different than what real animals did.

Dogs and Cats both played with other animals, often with each other. Why suddenly because she could understand them, they had further intelligence, did that mean that they should stop acting as animals?

Much to think upon.

"U-ummm," mumbled the Sobble on her shoulder. "A ball... is round?"

"An astute observation my dearest friend." She'd smile, reaching up to gently pat the arm of the Sobble. "Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations. Thus, we must presume there is no such thing as right and wrong balls. For all can be a ball, should one perceive it as such as their truth."

"... We should, umm, bring them a ball?"

"We should. if you should please?"

The Sobble climbed down off her shoulder, only to suddenly pounce forwards with a Pound, moving to roll the Minior away.
Prompt #99: [Tower]T7EtdQf81-50

Perception (Sight) : The sky illuminates in a dazzling array of colours - blue, pink, yellow, indigo, violet...all the colours of a rainbow deep in the quiet hours of night, these...Minior, the UI reads, lighting up the park with gentle hues.
Heatstroke: The park is almost aglow with them, little meteorites that fell to this park and this park alone, a sight just for the people in this...area alone. It's peaceful. You could stay like this forever, watching the Minior glow and shine brightly, without a care in their worlds.
Common Sense: [easy - check success] Hey, didn't the dogs at the front say they wanted 'star-balls?' Bring one to them, perhaps?

Tabula, after a brief moment of watching the Core Pokemon float about, sending out the Fuecoco once more. With a stretch and a curious look, the achromatic person would glance at the prompt.
Use a Sound-Based move (0/1).
Sound based? What...counted as sound based?

"Hey...Numa?"
"What's up?"
"Looks like we have to...use a Sound-based move. Do you know what that's about?"
"Oh, sound based moves? Those are moves relating to singing, or makin' a lotta noise at once. Like this!"

With that, the Fuecoco would approach one of the many coloured meteorites, and begin singing, red and orange notes hitting the meteor and pulling it along. The song was...surprisingly catchy, and soon Tabula found themselves humming along softly, following the Fire Croc as the Minior was led towards the red and dark-blue coloured wolf.

Fuecoco used Round!

As they follow, a quick glance to the UI found it marked off.
Use a Sound-Based move (1/1).
Prompt Completed!

It had been a while since Joy had last played and done anything else but noodle on her guitar somewhere in Briarbane, but this seemed a little bit high concept for a dog park quest. The sky was literally ripped apart, for a hand to be reaching down from the heavens with a massive tennis ball? What the actual hell? This was a little bit much for her. Was this what the kids these days viewed as fantastic storytelling? Finding the perfect quest for the ball? She was tempted to just straight up walk away, laughing. That is, until-

"Boss!" Minion the Fuecoco shouted, glaring up at the massive Tennis Ball and the beast that was holding it in the heavens. "We gotta get that ball! Just think about all the praises they'll sing about us when we get them giant puppies what they want!"

"I- Hmm," Nurse Joy paused, glancing at the two legendary dogs, then back at her little crocodile pepper. "Fine. I suppose we can engage."

"Yes ma'am!" Minion swiftly waddled into the park proper, charging forwards.

"Man, why the hell does he have to be so stupidly adorable?" She chuckled quietly, pacing into the park as she walked casually behind it. "Use Ember, Minion. Burn them out of the sky."

"Avoid burning the ball, right?" Asked Minion, tilting their head back at their trainer.

"Yes, of course. Don't burn the ball. Although, a few scorch marks won't really hurt nothing."

"Hmm, then maybe, we should something else! I shall bring him down, with- uh, with song!" He shouted out excitedly, rearing his arms as he stomped the ground to a rhythm, starting a Round! It was directly disobeying an order of hers, but Joy couldn't deny she found the idea far to novel to complain about.

"♪ Ball, ball, ball! Give us the ball! ♪" The song echoed into the heavens, damaging the beast, if it even had ears to hear it. "♪ Come down from the sky, you suuuuuck at teniiiiis, and you can't play worth craaaap. Ball, ball, ball! Give us the ball! ♪"

This... was not how Nero had expected this fun little ball-collecting minigame to end, but then when had UNOVR ever done the expected before? Realistically, collecting gifts for a pair of legendary Pokemon would have had to have ended in something dramatic, wouldn't it? It was just the fun, friendly, everyday atmosphere of a dog park that had lulled Nero into a false sense of security - and perhaps the fact that they'd just finished a huge World Event and so he was subconsciously hoping for something quiet and simple to spend his time on for a while, to recover from the excitement of all that.

Oh well, he could go for a stroll along the beaches of Beta Island later for that - for now, they had a ball to get.

The giant floating hand was something Nero only vaguely recognised, but he was pretty sure it was a Pokemon - or an odd form of a Pokemon at least. In which case, they could treat it like any of the other Pokemon in this park that they'd collected for the dogs already. A few attacks aimed up at the monstrosity with a bit of tactical planning, and then maybe the pair of blue canines would be happy at last.

The trio that Nero had taken into the dungeon recently were all having a well earned rest, so it was Aerodactyl that was called out of its 'ball for this task. For a while, this Pokemon had been Nero's most prized possession, a rare and valuable creature sought after by many but awarded to only few thanks to some excellent luck in the Silent Night event. That wouldn't be the case for much longer though, with the precious fossil showing up on the loot list for the World Event recently, but perhaps he had one last opportunity to show it off before the game became flooded with them.

"Can you reach it with an Iron Head?" Nero asked the dinosaur by his side, earning a screech of confirmation before a pair of wings beat aggressively to lift the Aerodactly into the air. A swift flier, he reached the strange hand in no time at all, and a flash of silver coating his thick forehead allowed the trainer on the ground to see the Iron Head collide with its target.

The fossil Pokemon returned back to Nero's side and earned a pat for his hard efforts. "Good job. That ought to loosen its grip a little."

Prompt #104: [dogprompt]ZzvitwMT1d100

There was something comforting about coming back to UNOVR this time around. Work and overtime may be expected of her, but at least there was...well, Pokemon.
What wasn't comforting was the weird hand-thing that split the night in red and purple hues - holding a tennis ball, seemingly enticing the dogs with no core reason.

Common Sense: Well, that's just rude! The dogs want the ball? Let's get them the ball!
Perception (Sight): The prompt assigned, says...a Fighting type move? Where in the world are you going to-?
Tailwind (check failure): Throw out something! Anything!
Common Sense (check failure): Hey, wait-!

But it was too late - a random Pokeball was thrown, and from a flash of light, appeared...a beaver with...muscles? And a log? The beaver would glance around - once, twice, blink a few times, before turning to Tabula, with a raised eyebrow - a question in a look. What's going on? Who are you-?
With a small motion to the alien hand from the glass-haired person, the beaver would glance up at the strange...thing - reeling back in surprise, before letting out a soft hum. After a moment of pondering, his log would glow a soft mahogany, before he glanced over to Tabula with a toothy grin.
"We'll...do introductions 'nother time, 'ey?"

Common Sense: We're in the throws of combat against a weird hand, so he is right - now wouldn't be the time.
Event Horizon: Agree - a conversation and introduction will occur later. When things feel...calmer.

With a nod from Tabula, the beaver would nod back, before jumping up to attempt to strike the hand with the log, a fighting type strike.

Timburr used Low Kick!

Prompt #106: [dogprompt]bVa9LRGO1d100

Pale golden orbs lifted to the red rip that suddenly appeared in sharp contrast to the normal inky night sky. The atmosphere shifted in the park to follow, deep crimsons and royal toxic purple lights took over the once soft feel. A sense of a dark ominous foreign entity emerging from the unknown washed over the player, all nerve endings on high alert. A frown formed along her lips.

A black claw like hand reached out from the rip, its long fingerlike appendages flexed as it held a sizable bright green tennis ball in its grip. And it was at this moment, Wolf realized she wasn’t about to die. At least, not die from being attacked. Maybe die of laugher though. Who knows. She did crack a smile.

This time, both dogs wanted the extra large ball. Both equally excited, though still Zacian tried to control itself. Zamazenta on the other hand. Well, it was zamazenta. There was no other words than that. Of course, they pleaded for their help and Wolf wasn’t about to back down now. She has done this whole tower, this last round shouldn’t be too hard.

“Psykos,” the hybrid mumbled, summoning her espeon and watching her materialized before her, “See if you can CHARM that thing into giving us the ball.” The soft pink feline casted Wolf a look, long split tip tail twitched annoyed before strolling casually towards the thing. He tried to look cute, even letting out small meows and purring like an actually cat. Wasn’t Wolf’s cup a tea, but maybe it liked it?