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009 // dream event - what does the fox say?

Haruka's Dream

[ Look at Haruka. Now back to you. Now back to Haruka, now back to you. What's that she's wearing? That's right, it's a bright blue racing jumpsuit. Its durable expanses fill your vision as you stare across her broad shoulderblades.

Look down at yourself. You're wearing one too. The color depends on how much of a jerk your unconscious mind has decided to be, but that's hardly the most important thing right now, because a Bulbasaur off to one side has just fired off a Bullet Seed with a loud "pop" and now you find yourself lurching forward.

It's another day at the races. And you're on a Rhyhorn. ]

Vulpix's Dream

[ Throne rooms are hard to come by in these more enlightened times, but there's no mistaking this setting for anything else: the red carpet lined with flickering torches, culminating in a broad set of steps and a chair with an extremely luxurious cushion upon it, leaves little to the imagination. At the top of the steps, Haruka's Machoke and Spritzee flank the carpet, bowing deeply; on either side of the chair, a Mr. Mime fans the chair's occupant while Super Beauty the baby Rhyhorn stands still for once, a platter full of Berries resting atop her broad head. Oddest of all, Ferrari the Nidoran crouches in servility at the foot of the chair. Oh, his Queen! His marvelous Queen!

Atop the chair, the world's most beautiful Vulpix gives a dainty yawn. Mr. Mime selects a Berry for her and places it in her mouth. Life is so dull when you're the top at everything. ]

[[ooc: There's a trick to Vulpix's dream! Anyone who sets foot on the steps and beyond will find themselves madly in love with Vulpix and burning to swear fealty to her. Feel free to use her dream as a mingle post so unaffected people can deal with trying to get their brainwashed friends off the stairs. You can "fix" the dream by convincing Vulpix this setup is a bad idea, but....good luck. ]]

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Veeee! [never mind what she said about Gold! Spritzee is the idiot of the group!!

And she's hopping up the stairs! As if she'd let you guys have the height advantage...!

As soon as she sets paw on the stairs, she wobbles and has to plop down onto her little Eevee butt. Wh-what's going on?]

Vul? [ Vulpix sits up, mildly interested; if she had eyebrows, one would be raised elegantly. You were saying?

Spritzee looks over too. She seems ready to spring. Are you ready yet? Are you ready to admit the beauty and wonder of their Queen?? ] Spri?

[Martelé shakes her head, ears flopping and eyes shut tight, as if she's trying to clear her mind. It's like trying to run in a dream, but not getting anywhere despite putting all your effort into it.

She rubs her face with a paw, trying to snap out of it. It's insistent, however, and she finally opens her eyes to see if anymon else seems to be affected. And finally lays eyes on Vulpix again.

Her ears go flat against her skull again, and she's immediately looking off to the side.]

E-eevee! [sh-she's not going to admit to anything! It's not like she likes Vulpix or anything dumb like that!]

[ Interesting. Vulpix stares at Martelé for a long moment and then, with a graceful rustling of tails, rises smoothly from her cushion. The Pokémon around her back off in awe (even if Mr. Mime has to telekinetically scoot Super Beauty backwards - Rhyhorn don't have a gear shift for "reverse").

Perched atop dainty, fastidious paws, Vulpix descends the stairs until she is lording her fine self only a few steps above the tsundeevee. She stares with imperious curiosity, head cocked just a fraction to one side. Would serving me really be so unpleasant? ] Pix.

[if it were possible for Pokemon to blush, Martelé would be doing it. Oh, great Eevee in the sky, why is she standing so close?]

Vee! Eeevee vee! [that's not what friends do! Not that she even needs any friends!

It takes a great deal of willpower, but she manages to turn around and sit, nose in the air and trying to pretend that her ears aren't straining to catch every single one of Vulpix's movements.]

[ Odd. Vulpix sits down too for a moment, thinking. In the context of this scene, she is feeling especially regal and dignified. It wouldn't do to spend too much time worrying about the peasants.

But that Eevee's back is just too good a teasing target to pass up, so she leans in close and - glorying in the shocked gasps from her audience - puffs a little lick of fire past Martelé's ear. Boo~ ] Vul.

[ Ferrari clutches his heart. Oh, what he wouldn't do for such attention from....uh....from his Queen! There's nobody else, yeah, nobody else...right? ]

[Martelé yelps and jumps almost five feet into the air! She ends up in an especially undignified tangle of limbs and fluff, and maybe bounces down a couple of steps. But at least she manages to scrabble back onto her paws quick enough and get all up in Vulpix's stupidly pretty face.]

Vee, eeee!! [what on earth did you do that for???

And physiology be damned, she's pretty much beet red in embarrassment. And her impassioned veeing chokes to stop when she realizes that Vulpix is really, really close this time.]

[ Vulpix is the picture of charmingly perplexed innocence. Didn't you like it? She meant it as a gesture of affection. She's quite taken with your novelty, insignificant Eevee. It makes her want to play with you.

For example, let's see. Your commoner face is awfully close. Perhaps she should grant it the sublime courtesy of

a tiny lick on your little button nose. ] Pix pix.

[ Ferrari falls over. Spritzee covers her eyes with her wings. ]

[Martelé completely freezes, as everything she knows about face licking runs through her head in a jumble. The humans do it all the time, and Gold had said something about it, but she wasn't really paying attention, though she thinks shedding was involved, and it's really hard to think right now and, and -

She puffs up indignantly, fur bristling even if she's feeling extremely overheated right about now.] E-eevee!!! [d-don't play around with her like that!!

Looks like rebooting Eevee into Super Tsundere mode is the standard protocol after a crash.]

[ Pleased with herself, Vulpix sits back down and lifts her chin again. She's absolutely oozing self-satisfaction. It's a very charismatic look on her. There. Now she's bestowed a gift upon you.

In return, you have to bow your head! It's simple, right? Bow your head, and she'll stop harassing you.

Unless - she tosses her curls - you enjoy this. ] Vulpix vul.

[she doesn't even hear the first part. Or more likely, she completely forgot about it when she heard the second part.]

Eee! Veee!! [she totally didn't enjoy that! I-it's just that you and your stupid pretty face is way too close! Idiot!

Doesn't explain why she hasn't moved away, though.]

[ No indeed. Vulpix supposes she has no choice. She lifts one regal paw as if she intends to place it on Martelé's head, then thinks better of it. The Queen never does such things herself. And she'd delegate, but then you'd probably just snap at her like the brute you are.

So she turns around, as if satisfied, and begins sashaying back up the steps. Her tails bob hypnotically behind her, glossy and immaculate. ] Pix.

[ Go on, follow her. You know you want to. ]

[yuuup, she's falling for it. Martelé follows, veeing loudly. Hey! She wasn't done talking to you!!

But ugh, she pauses to shake her head again. Why is it that the further up she goes, the harder it is to hold onto her anger? And geez, why is your fur so nicely groomed and soft looking??]

[ Perhaps it's because she'd like you to pet it. But then again, you have grubby little commoner paws, so the world may never know.

Vulpix doesn't stop until she's reascended her throne (using Super Beauty as a stepstool), turned around a few times to get her cushion comfortable (and show off her lovely fur some more), then settled back into plush luxury. It's only then that she looks down and oh. Did you have a gesture you wanted to make? ] Vulpix.

[ She extends a paw. If you won't bow your head, a lick or nose boop against her toes might suffice. You are such an individual, after all.

Coquette smile. ]

[finally tearing her attention away from that mesmerizing display of light playing on silken fur, Martelé stares at the paw like she's never seen one before. Wha-what did you want her to do with this? And whatever it is, she's not going to do it! P-probably.

Some compulsion gets her to bring up her own paw though, pressing the pads of it against Vulpix's.

....huh. Why is this strangely calming?]

[ Gasps from the peanut gallery fill the throne room. Vulpix's expression doesn't change, but she does press her pads into Martelé's and then twist her leg so that the Eevee's paw is resting atop hers. That's....acceptable. You may take a place at her side.

She barks at Ferrari: go somewhere else. ] Vul!

Ni! [ Scared, he skitters off, hiding behind Mr. Mime. He has been replaced. Perhaps he should write an ode to his woe. ]

[ That taken care of, the Queen smiles at Martelé. She saved you a seat! ] Pix!

[oh. Martelé blinks at that, looking up from their paws. Did you now? That's...nice of you.

Completely ignoring wherever Ferrari's seat was, she hops on up to that comfy looking cushion and unceremoniously plops her butt down. And leans in for a nuzzle.

Calm and content Martelé usually only exists during petting/cuddling time, apparently.]

SprIIIiiIIII!!

[ Who gave you permission to touch the Queen?! Spritzee wheels in out of nowhere, screeching and fluttering, preparing to pepper the intruder with a plethora of pecks. Only to be swatted out of the sky by the Queen herself.

Spritzee lands in an undignified pink heap of feathers on the floor while Vulpix gives Martelé an assessing look. Your insolence truly knows no bounds. Perhaps you are her jester. Yes. You certainly do seem a fool.

She puts a paw atop Martelé's head and attempts to prop herself up on the Eevee. If you have the gall to share her cushion, you get to be her furniture. ] Vu.

[she's not even listening, and is completely unaware of anything other than Vulpix. And she's really too far into the dream to care. This is...nice, even if she's not sure why the other Pokemon's paw is on her head. It'd probably be easier if she ducks, and then rubs her head against Vulpix.

...did she just scent mark the Princess?]

V... [ Vulpix's turn to be perplexed has come. She's succeeded in impressing this Eevee, so why....? Why does this Pokémon insist on doing her own thing anyway instead of leaving all the decisions to Vulpix? Why does she take such liberties?? No one else has had the nerve!

She must remain calm, however. This is your final chance to know your place, fool. S-settle and allow her to lie atop you, and she won't have you removed from this cushion - and thus her close presence. Anyone threatened with that would have to do as they were told! Obey your monarch! ] Pix! Vul. Vulpix!

[most likely because Vulpix hasn't beaten her in battle, saved her from a hideous bug, or revealed herself to be a Togepi.

Martelé isn't quite sure why you would want to do that, though and instead, takes her time rubbing up against the Princess like a cat.

There we go. Much better. ~~Now that she's claimed ownership,~~ she lies down on the pillow, tail swishing contently.]

Vee? [what did you want to do again?]

[ Th-this....this defies precedent!!! It's pleasant and yet repulsive at the same time!! Her new jester is truly an imbecile, to think she can turn the tables on Vulpix like this! Vulpix raises her head. There's no point in affection without obedience. You must be instructed. ] Vul.

[ Mr. Mime snaps to attention, moving his hands in fascinating swirly patterns. And slowly, Martelé's body begins rising off the pillow - until he's got her suspended in midair.

He looks over at Vulpix, inquiring with a mild glance where Milady would like him to store the luggage. Vulpix flicks a paw. Leave her up there for a bit. She wants to see what the Eevee does. ] Vvvvv.

[ If she adjusts herself so she's lying atop Martelé's body heat, well, that's just to get herself comfortable. ]

[that....snaps her out of this funk and her contented look disappears with an outraged vee. If it's a fight you want, then she'll give it to you!!!!

She doesn't even bother trying to wiggle her way out of the telekinetic hold and instead, immediately uses Swift attack at Mr. Mime. Let's see if his power of concentration is up to snuff.]

[ His powers of concentration are second to none! This Mr. Mime is nothing if not stoic, an impeccable servant who lets nothing phase him!

Unfortunately, he's also vastly underleveled compared to Martelé, so the Swift attack ends up not only hitting him, but tipping him over. Let's hope you're better at landings than Gold is, Martelé!

Everybody else gasps. Except Super Beauty, who hasn't noticed, and Vulpix, whose ears just go up. Huh. ]

[Martelé had been expecting that and lands neatly. As soon as her paws hit the floor, she launches into a Quick Attack - and might be changing that into a Bite as soon as she gets close enough.

...This is what happens when your Trainer pits you (and at least one other 'mon) against Waltz. It's never overkill when fighting a sneaky Psychic type.]

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