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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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[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. ]

[Martelé isn't really listening, per se, but she does seem to perk up at the sound of praise.]

Eevee? [sure? She doesn't know what she's agreeing to, but she's kinda distracted right now.

And hey, when your only two choices for an attack Eevee are Gold or Martelé...]

[ Gold is a menace, okay. To himself more than anyone.

Vulpix has a feeling her issues with you haven't been settled, but honestly, all this nonsense that smacks of conflict has her in need of a nap. If you're going to cooperate, you may stay. Just don't hurt the mime. He cooks. ] Vul vul. Vulpix.

[ She turns with a last flick of those tails, and Super Beauty begins trundling back to the cushion. Nap time. Hopefully. ]

[the mention of the mime almost gets her to glance away, but Vulpix is much too close for her to ignore.

And whoa! The floor is movi - oh wait. It's just the rock.]

[ The rock is returning them both to the cushion. See what a plush life you can live when you cooperate with Vulpix?

She makes certain to beat Martelé onto the cushion, though. This is her throne. She has dibs.

No more rubbing against her, either. ] Pix.

[maybe Vulpix should've scooched over then, because Martelé is inelegantly flopping down onto that cushion right next to you.

Huh. Vulpixes are pretty warm.]

[ They'll work on this. In the meantime, Vulpix cuddles aggressively. Yes. She'll make it so you can't live without her, Eevee. Then you'll have to do as she says at last! It's perfect!

Or at least, she'll do what she can until she finds a higher-leveled flunky than you. Then, oh, then....

Then you'll understand. Vulpix feels so pleased with this plan that she licks Martelé's ear. ] Vul.

[Martelé freezes up, fur standing up from head to tail. Wh-what? Are they grooming each other now?

That ear twitches as she tries to figure out how to respond.] V-vee...

[ Oh, was that disconcerting? Maybe she should keep it up, then. You're in dreadful need of a good cleaning, after all. ] Vulpix.

[ Ferrari is slowly turning pink with pent-up shock and terror. His Queen is --!! His Queen is.... ]

[n-no!! She is super clean! She doesn't need you doing any of this!!!] Eeeevee! V-vee...!!

[her protests seem to trail off as she reflexively lowers her head, giving Vulpix even better access.]

Pix. [ Very good. Let's tame this scruff.

As for you. Ferrari gets glowered at over the top of Martelé's head. She doesn't see you making yourself useful. Fetch a towel. You are going to help her clean this Eevee.

Ferrari bristles at the idea of serving Martelé, but if this means his Queen has a use for him, he's happy to oblige! Off he hops. ] Ni.

[ Vulpix smiles. There. That's what's supposed to happen. ]

[Martelé wiggles a bit under Vulpix's ministrations. That's ticklish!] Vee!

[and she is not scruffy, thank you very much. She gets a bath at least every other day ~~when she gets thrown into the pool by Water Pokemon or two~~.]

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