Topic: Aloha AOHA! ALPHA OMEGA HOENN ADVENTURE!

[Quickman]

*Hemlock muttered under his breath as he stormed toward the parking lot.  He had managed to avoid seeing Mulberry downstairs, as he really didn't feel like getting into another altercation with the young man.*  "All this fuss over a Hypno... They could all see that it was sick, so why are they so surprised?  It wasn't very useful to us, and it slowed us down!"

[Dr. Wily II]

"Yessssssss... They were so stupid... Only you had the oversight..."

The shadowy figure started to approach Hemlock, until it revealed itself as a... Malamar.

[Phi]

(Ehh, you know what, if I keep writing Judge dialogue, it's going to get stale quickly. I think it's time to let him go.

Farewell, Your Baldness, it was fun writing for you.)

[Dr. Wily II]

(But the Judge never gets stale! D:)

[Quickman]

*Hemlock's eyes went wide.*  "What are you doing here?  My business is not yours!"

*He turned and continued toward the parking lot.  He was going to go straight to the university and inform them of his firing.  He was quite certain that he could get his position reinstated.*

[Dr. Wily II]

"Ooooooh... But it isssssssssssss..."

Malamar's eyes glowed, releasing a Psychic that lifted Hemlock off his feet.

"My master has planssssssssss for you..."

[Quickman]

*Hemlock squawked as he struggled to get away.* "What... what do you want with me...?!"

*His day--no, his week--was just absolutely terrible.  Their projects slowed down because their Hypno suffered a seizure and died, and then Birch fired him, and now he's being assaulted by a Malamar.*

[Dr. Wily II]

"... You will find out sssssssssssssoon..."

Malamar used Psychic to bring Hemlock close to its body, and its light began to flicker in what seemed to be random flashings. However Hemlock soon felt his energy leave his body... Along with his mind... And before long, was knocked. Malamar screeched in delight as it continued to use Psychic on Hemlock's body, moving towards a very familiar car...

[Quickman]

*Back inside the lab, Mulberry had dragged himself back upstairs.  He pulled off his coat and draped it over the back of his chair, and sat, looking at Hypno's vacant workstation.  He heaved a heavy sigh, and then looked to Mr. P.*  "This is going to sound weird...  If there haven't been any arrangements made yet... I'd like to have his ashes.  It's been years since I was a Trainer, but he was like my Pokemon..."

[Dr. Wily II]

Mr. P glupped another tiny bit. This would be a bit more difficult than he thought.

"Yes... Sure thing. I'll get it ready and send it over personally as soon as I can..."

Malamar reached the car and opened the back door with its Psychic, and then placed Hemlock inside, even going so far as to use Psychic to help buckle Hemlock up with the seat belt. With its job done, Malamar used Psychic again to turn on the AC, and fog up the windows.

[Quickman]

*As the AC was cranked higher and higher, Hemlock began to shiver, but he did not awaken from his trance.* "So... c-cold..."


*Birch was silent for a very long moment as he looked over his work.  He was noticeably distracted and it took him a minute to remember what he wanted to talk about.*  "I know we've just gotten some bad news, and I'll put something in the newsletter about this... but we need to move on.  There have been more reports of leucistic Pokemon in Ransei, Oblivia, and the Orange Archipelago.  Also, our tests have determined that that Shiny Zigzagoon is indeed infected with the same type of Pokerus and it's losing its color.  It's still in early stages of the infection, and we've been able to determine that it's definitely Patient Zero for the pack's infection.  However, we haven't yet been able to determine how it got infected."

*Mulberry was similarly distracted as he fiddled with something at Hypno's workstation.  It was a pendulum, which he slipped into his pocket.  He turned and looked to Birch and Mr. P.* "You know... with how the disease is spreading from region to region... It's entirely possible that Trainers could actually be carrying it.  Perhaps a Trainer is a stop-off for the virus.  The Trainer gets it from a leucistic Pokemon, and they carry it to another region where they infect other Pokemon."

[Dr. Wily II]

"I see, that is a very interesting hypothesis... Use that as a start to the research. If there's nothing else, I have a few other things to tie up with the council."

With that, Mr. P bowed, and began to make his way down the stairs. In his mind...

"Darnit... That Mulberry was more sentimental than I thought... No matter... I should be able to get it done... I wonder if the car is ready..."

[Quickman]

*As Mr. P walked away, he could hear Birch and Mulberry discussing the project and plans to put an obituary in the weekly newsletter.*

*Out in the car, Hemlock briefly opened his eyes as the cold brought him out of his trance.* "Why... wh-why is it s-s-so c-cold in here...?"

[Dr. Wily II]

Mr. P exited the lab, and made his way towards the parking lot. Looking around to make sure that no one is nearby, or within earshot...

"So is it done?"

Malamar suddenly appeared right behind Mr. P.

"Yesssssssssssssssssssss... It is done... Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"Good... We are heading to the care home next. I might need your assistance if things get... Complicated."

Malamar screeched in delight, before disappearing.

Mr. P tilted his top hat forward, and made his way to the car. Seeing the windows fogged up, he smiled. He slowly opened the back door, as a light mist poured out. Mr. P then noticed that his guest was awake, but still under the effect of Psychic.

"Why hello there... Hemlock."

[Quickman]

*Hemlock blinked in confusion.  He was cold and his thoughts weren't coming together properly.*  "What... what do you want...?  I've done nothing to you... I-I was j-just on my way back... to the university..."

*At this point, he didn't care about being a part of the project team anymore.  He wanted to get as far away from Birch's lab as he could, as Mulberry would no doubt continually remind him about that Hypno.  He'd rather put it and the project team behind him and move onto something bigger and better.  This leucistic Pokemon research was getting him nowhere.*

[Dr. Wily II]

"Oh no... We can't have you go back there... Oh no... You have a calling..."

Mr. P dug into his suit pocket, and pulled out a handkerchief, which is strangely giving out a smell... Like... Spores...

"... However, it's still too early. Time to go back to sleep."

Mr. P lunged forward, covering Hemlock's nose and mouth with the handkerchief.

[Quickman]

*Hemlock sputtered, but the Spores were too strong.  The drowsiness hit him like a sledgehammer and his head dropped forward.*

[Dr. Wily II]

With Hemlock knocked out, Mr. P straightened out his suit, and closed the door. Time to head over to the care home, and to bring the stuff for Prof. Hypno. And perhaps, find a wild Hypno on the way there...

... And it wasn't long before Mr. P reached the care home. Speaking with the owner, Mr. P gained access to Prof. Hypno's residence, and found the secret passage. The passage was very dimly lit, making Mr. P wonder how did the Hypno managed to navigate around. Still, Mr. P pressed on and reached the lab. He tried to turn on the lights, but all he got was inconsistent flickering. The lab suddenly turned very omnious...

[Quickman]

(It's Hoenn; there are no wild Hypno.  Better steal one from a Breeder...   I'm going to finally go to sleep.)

[Dr. Wily II]

(It's updated Hoenn! Though... I do have contingencies... )

[Quickman]

*Off in the distance was a desk, situated in a darkened alcove.  The buzz of an electronic fan filled the room, in an attempt to move the dank, stale air.  The air was thick with the smell of electronics and welding detritus.*

*As Mr. P made his way through the dimly-lit lab, he could hear an erratic scraping in another darkened corner; metal on unfinished concrete.  In another corner, toward the desk, came another odd sound.*

Dum dee dum dum dum...

*Prof. Hypno did mention working on another project, so perhaps he had left it activated the day he had his seizure...*

*The scraping became frantic, and the sound got closer.  And again, that goofy voice clip.*

Dum dee dum dum dum...

*In a darkened corner of the ceiling, a pinprick of light shown brightly.  It moved about until it spotted Mr. P.  The frantic scraping clawed its way furiously across the ceiling until it dropped to the floor in front of Mr. P in a tangle of limbs and servomotors.*




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[Sakura Leic]

(.....The [tornado fang] just happen, was he working on a Five Nights at Freddy's Animatronic?)

[Quickman]

(Well, I did mention that he acquired a "disused animatronic" so... maybe... )

[Sakura Leic]

(......Okay........)

[Quickman]

*The robot.  Ever since its theft, Hypno had been working on another.  He had procured a decorative animatronic figure, and had it stripped down to its endoskeleton.  The hard-coded brain was ripped out, and Hypno had already installed a new core, complete with open-source programming so that he could customize its actions.  He hadn't had the time to do much else with it, so the robot lay in pieces in his own lab, along with his other projects.*

()

(I didn't really plan to do much else with it than that.)