Book 002 [Video/Action]

[untalented]

[Video]

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.

Comments

Voice

[windyflower]

[If Waver was able to hear on her end, there was a gasp.]

T-That was...was that what I saw the other day? I didn't realize...

[But of course, she was able to regain her compure shortly afterwards]

I think the more important question is are you okay, Waver?

Voice

[untalented]

We're fine--

[There was the distinctive sound of wood slamming on wood, followed by a muffled curse.]

--The house isn't. I don't know what you saw the other day, Fuuka. If it was a trunk staring at your books, then it's probably 'yes.'

Voice

[windyflower]

Then it definitely was. A while ago, I ventured into the library and saw a strange creature trying to eat all the books it could find.

I just didn't expect it to be roaming for so long...

[Either way!] But anyway, perhaps we can make a barrier of some kind around it? To prevent it from doing any further damage?

[video]

[conquerorofwaves]

A... living trunk?

[video]

[untalented]

Why do you look so surprised? This can't be the weirdest thing you've seen.

Re: [video]

[conquerorofwaves]

Yeah, but usually they're in ruins, laboratories, or the like - not right in the middle of a populated city.

[He retorted with a little huff]

So how did it even get here?

[And Sinbad's second thought is 'can he talk to it'?]

[Video]

[radeonthecity]

[Waver may not recognize the kid that responds, but The Luggage surely will.]

So it's called "The Luggage"? It never said anything when I talked to it. Hi, The Luggage!

[He grins.]

It was pretty fun to play with!

[Video]

[untalented]

You-- you played with it?

[A beat, while Waver processes the horror.]

What's wrong with you?!

don't mind me

[morituri_nolumus_mori]

[ The Luggage jostles the entire pile. It would say 'hello' back were it inclined to speech...which it wasn't. Actions spoke louder than words and the Luggage was good at being loud. ]

video

[sparkofgenius]

You're joking, right? You've got a berserk Rotom living in a chest? And that's some sort of legendary monster?

[She actually rubs the bridge of her nose, because she knows just what this thing is.]

I mean, damn that thing is old looking, but I fail to see the real danger here.

video

[untalented]

What do you mean, it's not dangerous? It's totally wrecked my house!

[A beat, while Waver processes the other part of this...]

....Wait, what did you say?

What's a 'Rotom?'

video

[sparkofgenius]

It's containable. You look like your walls are intact at least, but if you've got a problem I mean...I can probably deal with it. I've worked with Rotom Technology before.

[And as if on cue, for dramatic effect? There's a roaring in the background and a vehicle rolls into place, glowing orange-ish yellow. A Rotomcycle, done up in chrome, moving of it's own accord. It settles down next to Lucca, and flowing out like smoke is a tiny little creature. The ghost floats over to it's trainer and settles on her shoulder.]

And this is a Rotom. You've seriously never heard of it?

Video

[punchesyu]

[He knows what that thing is. He'd nearly lost a finger to it. It was a demonic being that he wishes he'd never run into, but seems to be tied to its existence in one way or another, no thanks to the wizard it belonged to.]

YOU LIVE WITH THAT FREAKY THING????!!!!!!

Re: Video

[untalented]

[This.

This was the last straw.]

IT'S NOT MINE! IT'S WRECKED MY ENTIRE HOUSE!!

Video

[punchesyu]

DUDE, I KNOW IT'S NOT YOURS! HOW CAN YOU EVEN SLEEP WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THING IS CRAWLING AROUND YOUR HOUSE BREATHING ON YOU AT NIGHT????????????

[For The Luggage is terrifying.]

Video

[niepokonany]

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

Video

[untalented]

Does the difference matter?

action; sometime between the beginning of the fight and the end pileup

[morituri_nolumus_mori]

[ Life, Rincewind thought, hates him. It's the only way he could explain all the awful things that happened to him. How they had the tendency to pileup one after the other. He should've known, after walking into Waver's home, that something tragic was going to happen. Something tragic always happens in unsuspecting places decorated by frilly things and populated by old people. No offense to the lovely couple. It's just, their house was too neat. Neatness attracts mess. ]

[ Rincewind had been enjoying his earl grey before a cannonball of angry, pink fur had propelled itself onto his face. It wasn't that he'd minded the pink mass. Petting fluffy things was a proven antidote to a healthy dose of anxiety. However, it could've left tap dancing, with its claws, out. With a shout, Rincewind pried at the clinging mass of claws and teeth. Skitties, it seemed, were remarkably good clingers. ]

Whenever, where ever, this is just lovely~

[untalented]

Ba-- Baccus?!

[The territorial disputes between his newly acquired Skitty and Saber's newly evolved Gabite were becomeing more and more violent as the days went by. It was excellent barrier practice, for the most part, and Waver was willing to tolerate most shenanigans at this point so long as no one actually killed eachother.

But this was earl grey and spell crafting-- working up something simple and functional that Rincewind would hopefully remember-- and the Skitty was getting in the way.]

Get off him! [Waver shouted, grabbing at the Skitty by it's scruff in an attempt to pry it from his friend's face.

Gods damn, Skitties were stubborn and stupidly strong when they wanted to be! But, when their trainer is little more than a mageling with the constitution of a Bellsprout, most things were stronger than him.]

Video

[lunchleader]

[Right's just...staring in horrified awe at the damage that happened in Waver's house.]

Merciful Savior...you mean that Ghost-type haunting that luggage did all that?! And it followed you and whoever else is from Sanctuary to here?!?

Video

[untalented]

No--Saber's Gabite and my Skitty did part of it too. We've already taken care of them.

[Skitty was banished to the habitat for the time being; Gabite's fate is unknown.]

But yes, the Luggage followed us here. It has feet, you know. And feelings. Maybe.

( action. )

[untalented]

[It was as if none in the fray had heard him-- the roar of angered and frustrated cries and the scamper of feet and claws on the delicate wooden floor didn't care one bit for the gilded man who had taken up residence on the sofa with the langor of a prim, well-kept Persian.

Instead-- have a screeching Skitty flying in the air in your direction, Gilgamesh. His aim is perfect to knock over your glass of wine.]

Baccus! Alpha! [Waver shouted, torn between screaming in rage and breaking down into frustrated tears.] What do you two think you're doing?!

video.

[imprudens]

[ Is he laughing? Only a little bit. ]

Ah- haha, no offense, I'm sure it's a very real legend, but I always thought a legendary beast would be, well, maybe something more imposing than an old trunk? Do you need a hand with cleaning the place up? I'm sure you're all set with taking care of the Luggage by now.

video.

[untalented]

Shut up.

[The words came out a little harsh.]

It's a ghost and electric type, and it's not your place to judge another city's legends.

[He huffed, crossing his arms while he pouted at the stranger on the otherside of the feed.]

....and if you're offering to help, I've no money to pay you with. Most people don't run charities, so you don't need to come.