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Book 002 [Video/Action]

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Union. We need to talk.

[The residents of Union who are currently tuning in to the Warp Band Network are treated to the sight of one (1) Waver Velvet, traveller from Sanctuary whom some know as a self-taught Magus. Alternately, some may know him as Waver Mackenzie, a psychic type Earthkin-- because, clearly, the young man cannot keep his story straight. His normally pristine hair is in a disarray, his clothes are unusually wrinkled and torn, but there is a familiar look of resigned irritation in his eyes that his scattered acquaintances would plainly recognize.

The room around him is also in shambles. Chairs have been broken up and thrown around, the coffee table (with plant on top of it) has been entirely overturned, lamps are shattered to pieces, and the curtain is tattered in such a way that it vaguely looks like someone (or something) decided to take a rather large bite out of them.

Waver let out a startled yelped when the feed rocked-- as if he were sitting on top of something...]

...Well. It might be better if I show you.

[With the video feed panning down, Waver revealed a rather innocuous looking trunk. It was clearly an antique, with ancient wood panels darkened with the patina of age and many haphazard attempts at polishing. There were scratches along it's lid and sides, as if it had seen many a battlefield and somehow returned alive and unscathed....

And anyone with the senses to reveal it would notice a particularly malevolent aura that surrounded the otherwise innocent looking trunk.

Innocent.....except for the glimpse of sharpened mahogany teeth that could be seen under the lid as it shifted restlessly underneath the weight of every single living being in the house.]

This is a legendary beast from the libraries of Sanctuary, [Waver explained, in a weary voice that was edged with annoyance.] No one knows how old it is-- just that it's particularly fond of salted crisps, the occasional spearow, and the safety of the few of us that it followed in to Union.

[The 'few' meaning 'one,' but Waver wasn't about to out his good friend from the libraries.]

We call it the Luggage, and in Sanctuary everyone was just content to let it be. But, in Union? I don't think that's possible.

[A sigh. The video feed returned to the tired looking young man.]

It's also a ghost-type...and an electric-type, which I never understood. Legendary beasts are just that, though. Legends. Why try to understand a force of nature?

But it's also becoming harder to handle here, and we don't want it taking over the local library. That's why I'm opening the floor to suggestions, because maybe the scientists and engineers here can figure out something that the Magi couldn't.

[He shrugged, an gesture that seemed to indicate that he didn't expect anyone to answer. Just before he closed out the feed, he could be heard muttering something about needing to clean this entire blasted mess up before someone returns to the house...]

[Action-- including Saber, Rincewind, and anyone else who makes it a point to harrass them.]

[Anyone wandering near Waver's place of residence would be treated to the sight of various parties, both human and pokemon, running around and screaming at eachother-- as there seemed to be a fight happening between an aggressive Gabite, a grumpy Skitty, and, strangely, an ancient trunk that seemed to move of it's own accord.

Disturb at your own risk. No one can guarantee your safety.

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Wait, wait. So is it the luggage, or is it just, like... haunting the luggage?

Does the difference matter?

So you don't know?

[He grins, because he's a little shit sometimes.]

It's not mine.

[A beat, complete with a withering look.]

And do you really want to question something that's eating your sweater?

If it was eating my clothes, it totally wouldn't matter, because it'd be out the window either way.

[Some things are sacred.]

So you'd really question a beast that's older than your family and everything you've inherited for the sake of a shirt?

[Sorry, Feliks. Waver was still far from combat savvy, and his default responce to all trouble is to run.]

Um, yes? What kind of dumb question is that?

[Feliks knows no fear, and his clothes are important, ok?]

[Waver just buried his face in his hands, groaning in frustration.]

I really just don't get you, Lukasiewicz!

[Feliks is a little worn out on getting argumentative today, so he grins instead.]

What can I say? I'm, like, a man of mystery!

[Waver just cast him a tired, frustrated look.]

Leave it to you to be complimented by an insult.

...Do you have anything helpful to add here? This has been an ongoing thing, and we're in way over our heads.

[He shrugs.]

Get better at insults?

As for the Luggage, I dunno. Have you tried, like, getting a Kindred Soul to talk to it? Maybe figure out what would make it chill out?

Aside from feeding it more sweaters, I mean.

The only person I know off hand who can talk to pokemon is a Fairy that's more sparkly than you.

[Whether that was intended to be a compliment or an insult was unknown-- it was merely a statement of fact.]

And we've run out of sweaters, table clothes, fancy napkins, window curtains, salted crisps and toffees. Any other ideas.

Ok, first, why did 'curtains' come before the actual food on that list? And way more importantly...

What do you mean, more sparkly than me?

[He purses his lips, looking like he's trying to decide whether or not to outright pout.]

[Waver, for his part, did pout.]

It's a clothes trunk. Do the math yourself.

[The fact that food at all was in the equation meant that Rincewind's meager wardrobe was constantly in need of being laundered-- and, unfortunately, neither of them had a spell to automate that.]

And all I'm saying is that the person I know who can talk to pokemon is a Fairy-type who is more annoying than you. That guy just doesn't know when to quit!

[He sticks out his tongue a little.]

Wait, so you're hanging out with some other stubborn, sparkly guy? I'm gonna have to up my game, I didn't know I had that kind of competition!

It's not a competition!

[The retort was sudden and pointed. His green eyes flashed in irritation-- the absolute last thing he needed was Feliks and Right joining forces here!]

What does my social life have to do with this anyway? Are you going to help or not!?

Says you!

Anyway, you kinda look like you're in a tight spot with all this... so I guess I can do you a solid and help out. Where are you?

[Glowering, Waver rattled off the street address in a single breath, not even giving Feliks time to go grab something to record it with.]

You better not be afraid of getting your shirt messed up, [he warned, recalling Feliks' bizarre fondness for fashion.] The Luggage has a taste for fine quality fabrics.

Ok, I'll get changed, then be right over.

[He cut the feed, then took the time to change out of his nice clothes and into some of his more beat-up traveling gear, stuff that was just about ready to be retired anyway. After that, he headed straight for the address Waver mentioned, knocking on the door when he found it.]

[...What little there was left of the door. Feliks would note that it was in more pieces on the ground than attached to the building proper-- hardly effective for a door, honestly.

However, Waver did hear the knock.]

Don't bother with politeness-- just come in, [he called, his tone of voice distracted, irritated, and sounding like he was on the verge of tears.]

[He knocked on the doorframe if necessary, then stepped carefully over the sad remains of the door.]

Yeah, 'cause I'm always more polite than I have to be.

[He made his way inside, following the sound of Waver's voice to find him.]

That's hardy helpful here!

[Feliks would find himself in the middle of the disaster area when he ventured into the mess. Antique chairs had been overturned and the upholstery had been forcibly clawed out by an unseen paw, china was broken, lamps were shattered, and the delicate curtains were torn into more pieces than could ever be propery put together anymore.

At the center of it all was Waver himself, furiously rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt to hide any evidence of his frustrations. Rincewind and the Luggage had gone their own way by this point-- but, the mess remained.

Whatever. So, where's the legendary monster Pokemon thing?

[He looked around, somewhere between curious and paranoid.]

We got an Engineer from Caldera to help. She says that it's a confused Rotom.

[-sniff-

Fussing with his tangled hair, he tried to himself into something resembling order before he faced Feliks. Unfortunately, his frustration was evident in his reddened cheeks and watery eyes.]

Rotoms aren't normal in Sanctuary, so the answer just left us with more questions....and this mess.

Weird. Like, don't they usually hang out in machines?

[Feliks steps a little closer, then stops short, looking a little freaked out.]

...Dude, were you crying?

[He does not know how to deal with crying.]

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