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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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[ 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.]

[ Despite the drastic disadvantages he faces in this battle - which would likely be even larger in the real world, where Vulpix's unconscious preferences hold no sway - Mr. Mime remains unfazed. When Martelé launches her Quick Attack, he throws up a Quick Guard to protect himself.

Assuming the Eevee isn't stopped in her tracks when Vulpix stands up - stands up on her cushion - and barks for attention. Loudly. ]

VUL!!

[ Servant, yield to the ruffian! Ruffian, halt that! There shall be no unseemly brawling in the presence of the Queen! ]

[Martelé crashes headlong into that sneaky, Psychic barrier and bounces off, sliding along the floor for a moment before she manages to dig in her nails.

She growls at Mr. Mime, fur bristling. Just you wait. She's going to evolve into a Dark type!!!

Looks like she isn't even paying the slightest bit of attention to Vulpix.]

[ This absolutely defies belief. When she has this Pokémon's attention, she fails to secure its obedience. When she doesn't have its attention, she can't obtain it, even by - gasp - exerting herself. Vulpix catches herself digging her claws into her cushion and sits back down, composing herself. Keep that shield up, servant. We'll have none of this. ] Pix vulpix.

[ Now. As for you. Rather than walk over on her own power again - an unforgivable allowance - Vulpix steps on Super Beauty's back and rides the Rhyhorn over to Martelé. She should have used this conveyance to begin with. It allows her to look down upon the ingrate. ]

Pix pix vul pix vulpix. [ Do you truly believe in that miniscule brain of yours that unsightly violence solves all problems? ]

[how big is Super Beauty anyway? Either way, Martelé's ear swivels towards the noise of the Rhyhorn's footsteps. She glances quickly at the approaching Pokemon to see how much of an interference she'll be in her fight with Mr. Mime and......oh. It's Vulpix. And she's speaking. Something something violence?]

Vee... [and she's shaking her head, trying to remember what she was doing just a moment ago.]

[ Super Beauty is not destined to be the largest Rhyhorn in the world; she's still small enough to keep around the theater, but she serves for Vulpix's purposes. This Eevee's reaction encourages her, so she drives her Rhyhorn up to pat Martelé atop the head. There, there, you dear one-celled organism. No more nasty fighting. Unless....Would you like to be her guard? ] Pix?

[ Yes. This is a queenly thing to do. Use everyone as is most appropriate. And conveniently ignore that oneself is even lower-leveled than Mr. Mime. ]

[Martelé closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the pat and plopping down onto her Eevee butt. This is...relaxing.

But then, she's rubbing at her face again and looking up at Vulpix.]

...Eee? [wait....you mean you suck at fighting?]

--Vul. [ Vulpix blinks - the only concession to what, in lesser mortals, might have been a very large lump forming in her throat at the question. It figures one as simple as yourself might use that as a benchmark of worth! (A swish of her tails, to illustrate other kinds.) Now, do you want to put those violent tendencies of yours to good use guarding her? ] Pix, pix. Vulpix.

[ A brilliant smile. She's pretty, remember. Do what the pretty fox wants. ]

[her eyes follow those tails for a moment, distracted and entranced. And then when she brings her attention back to Vulpix's face, she has to blink and try to figure out what you're saying. That is a really pretty smile...

And then she's hopping on up. Sorry, Super Beauty, but maybe some movement might clear her head.]

Vee. [guard? You mean like what they do with the baby?

She's peering in close.] Vee, eeevee. [you don't look like an egg.]

[ Super Beauty may notice the extra weight in a few minutes. Then again, she might not. You never know.

Vulpix narrows her eyes but tolerates the repeated invasion of her personal space. There has to be a way to make even your more aggravating habits work in her favor. She just has to keep you engaged until she finds it.

A tail brushes the top of Martelé's head. You have guard experience? That's even better! Won't you keep her safe? ] Vul! Pix vuulll~!

[oh. That...makes her flush. She closes her eyes for a moment, tail wagging slowly.

A-and yeah! She's got lots of experience babysitting, if that's what you want!!] E-eevee!

.......Vul.

[ Babysitting. That's...not quite what she had in mind....the wrong ambiance.....but you've got the right idea!

That tail chucks Martelé under the chin. So you'll listen to her? ] Vul?

Vee... [well, no, you're not supposed to do that in babysit......

Nope, she's already nuzzling into that tail with the stupidly soft and shiny fur.]

[ Vulpix is not sure she can consider this a victory if the only way she can hold a conversation with you is by bribing you with the chance to touch her. It smacks of a decidedly different dynamic than master and servant.

But if her tail must serve as a bribe, it's a start. This is a special kind of caretaking where you listen! Will you behave yourself if she lets you lie on the pillow, and if any Pokémon come looking to hurt her, will you defeat them? She was. Hm...

so impressed with your fierceness earlier! Even if it was ill-informed and rather barbaric. ] Vulpix! Pix pix vul!

[ Honestly, you better be the world's most amazing attack Eevee for all the trouble you're causing. ]

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