[tower] meow meow meow meow

Just as the Murkrow was about to start making a crack at him about the language he was currently speaking, he would make a shushing gesture in the corvid’s direction—one that meant that he would tell the Murkrow something later once the current prompt was completed.

(Or it really depended if the next prompt still needed his Celesteela to be out on the field, so…)

[tangent=“Never expected to see that,”]“Je ne m'attendais pas à voir ça,”[/tangent] he continued—he didn’t need to raise his voice; for apparently his Celesteela had rather sharp hearing—at least when he was speaking his third language.

[tangent=“Can you make the loudest noise you can?”]“Peux-tu faire le bruit le plus fort possible?”[/tangent] he would ask the Celesteela, looking up at her; as she had also chosen the time to stare down, down, down at the tiny little human by the bottom of her ‘dress’.

Almost immediately the loud, shrieking noise of a Metal Sound would rip and shake through the room; forcing everyone present to cover their ears!

The Growlithe had actually woken up at the sound and was now all distressed howling in the Celesteela’s direction—while the Quaxly and the Murkrow had to bite down on their beaks to bear the scraping, screeching noise as it reverberated in such a small space!

Celesteela used Metal Sound (sound-based move)!

Once the current prompt had been cleared, the next would appear—and seeing as the Growlithe was awake, he would crouch down and rub at the Growlithe’s ears affectionately.

“Hey, Max,” he began as he lavished as much attention as he could on the canid Pokémon, “…sorry about earlier. I knew you were taking a nap and then a shrill noise woke you up. I’ll… try to be more careful around you sleeping, okay?” he would reassure the Fire-type, who would bark exactly once before licking his fingers; a sign that his apology had been accepted.

‘At least they seem to be the easy type to forgive and forget, I hope,’ the Murkrow would squawk from his perch, shedding a few loose feathers while the Growlithe then turned around in time to see a Patrat coming their way!

A simple burst of Embers would do the trick, scaring the Patrat away from them.

“Just. Let me know if the noise is too much, okay?” he would follow up. He would get a singular bark in return, which he had long learned to interpret meant ‘yes’ (as two barks meant ‘no’).

Growlithe used Ember (fire-type move)!

At least the next prompt didn’t need for him to call out another companion as he stood up, holding the Growlithe in his arms as the tilted his head in the Quaxly’s direction.

All too eager to please, the duck Pokémon would skid forward again—really, this one was too eager to jump the gun and get things done—before smacking the next Patrat in the face with an Aqua Jet attack.

“Hey, hey,” he would call in the Water-type’s direction, “…what did I tell you about jumping the gun? I’m sure you want to prove yourself so bad, but… can you try to slow down every once in a while? Sometimes, jumping ahead can get you into a lot of trouble.”

‘Yeah, you heard the bossman, he’s got a point. Try to slow down every once in a while,’ the Murkrow would caw from his perch atop his head.

“See? Even Muninn agrees with me.”

The Quaxly would turn back and look at them, embarrassed flush on their cheeks.

Maybe they did understand.

Quaxly used Aqua Jet (water-type move)!

It was a good thing that they weren’t part of that insane ‘race’ thing (the one between Josh Devlin, Alicia Westfield and Kyukon) otherwise he’d have been dead last in a manner of speaking.

Talk about the Tower literally railroading him with the one move type he didn’t have!

(Plus, he’d been offline for a few days to deal with work, so…)

Now that he was back, they had the exact one Pokémon that had the one move they could use… hopefully they weren’t going to get railroaded by one move type again!

(In hindsight, he was actually missing at the very most two types, but that was going to be a problem for future Alkaid.)

There was a Patrat that was holding something that looked like a miniature… okay, what? A saw?!

The Charmander would appear in a flash of red light, blinking out of sheer confusion.

“I know. It’s weird. But… can you knock the saw out of their hands?”

The Fire-type would tilt their head at him, still confused—however the Patrat with the mini-saw was already approaching, and the surprised Charmander would lash out with a surprise Dragon Breath attack—which was exactly the reason why he’d gone hunting for this one in the first place!

(But honestly, he was in the market for a Charizard, so at least this made some sense!)

“Th—thanks,” he would breathe out, watching as the ticker swapped to the next prompt… what insanity would he be facing next?

Charmander used Dragon Breath (dragon-type move)!

The next prompt that appeared made him crack a bit of a smile, because—he had several that could hit this, but he didn’t want to like, risk, the entire Tower folding in on itself because of the sheer size of the Celesteela, or the Kartana shredding everything into nothingness—

So instead he would pop out the Rockruff. He’d been playing with names on what to call this one for a while now; but he had to make sure that the name he picked out would be alright with them because, you know. Freedom of choice. Or was it expression?

The Rockruff would literally hit the ground barking like crazy, watching as a Patrat that was holding… okay this was ridiculous. How could a Patrat use a monkey wrench that was much too big for themselves?!

“Uh… I know. Strange,” he would apologize in the Rockruff’s direction. “But can you do something for me?”

The canid Pokémon would bark several times before charging forward—wait, wait, hold up, just how many non-verbal Pokémon did he have so far?

First it was Max, now it was the Quaxly, and not it was the Rockruff too?

In no time flat the monkey wrench would be sent flying from the Patrat’s hold by the Rockruff.

rockruff has entered the field! (alola pkmn prompt)!

Hm. Maybe it would be wise to have some of the other Pokémon he would need hanging around rather than keep calling them back and forth because this was going to get exhausting if he kept recalling and swapping Pokémon out…

The next prompt made him smirk for a few moments; it was time for the Charmander to make their appearance once more.

“I need your help again,” he would say the moment the Fire-type appeared once more. (The Quaxly had since retreated to hang around somewhere behind his legs.)

“Can you… get that next one?” he gestured at the prompt; while the Charmander would look at it in confusion, they would then nod before swinging their tail—reminiscent of how Josh Devlin’s Char…meleon (he could swear the last time he saw this Pokémon it was a Charmeleon) then sprint forward with Fangs lit ablaze with Fire as the next Patrat, this one wielding what appeared to be a double-bowed saw came charging forward.

Honestly, this tower is being weird. I swear if the next one is holding a drill… he thought as the Charmander made short work of the Patrat and sent it flying.

charmander used fire fang! (fire-type move prompt)!

Okay, and now he had to back up and make room. It was a good thing he had a single-stage—but the problem here was that they were all the strange ones, the ‘Ultra Beasts’ that…

He would have to play his cards carefully on this round. Once the Charmander and the Quaxly were safely behind him, he would pop open the Celesteela’s Pokéball, watching their gigantic form unfurl themselves from within.

[tangent=“Hello,”]“Bonjour,”[/tangent] he would greet the rocket ship. [tangent=“Can you take care of that for me, please?”]“Peux-tu t'en occuper pour moi, s'il te plaît?”[/tangent]

He would gesture at the… at this Patrat that looked like it was dual-wielding two wrenches.

Oh, this was going to be fucking overkill; but what other choice did he have in the matter? The Quaxly and the Charmander would watch in shocked silence as one of the ‘rocket arms’ raised themselves up, before firing off a Flash Cannon at this Patrat.

Though, for some reason—when did that silvery light from the Flash Cannon attack take a greenish hue?!

celesteela has entered the field! (single-stage pkmn prompt)!