Book 002 [Video/Action]

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[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

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[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.

[niepokonany]

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.]

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[...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.]

[niepokonany]

[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.]

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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.

[niepokonany]

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

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

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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.

[niepokonany]

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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That's not any of your business!

[He snapped out the words instantaneously, flushing furiously in his bluster. He was a frustrated and angry crier-- shut up!]

[niepokonany]

Oh, Savior, you totally were!

[What does he do now? Feliks stands at a safe distance, like Waver might explode on him or something.]

Uh. Ok. Like...

[Seriously, he is the worst at this. He finally edges close to him, offering him a pretty cloth handkerchief.]

Do you... wanna... I don't know, talk about it or something?

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[Waver snatched the offered handkerchief before turning away to blow violently into the pretty little piece of cloth. He'd clean it later-- his pride was at stake here!]

I said it's none of your business-- it's been a rough afternoon, okay?

[He sighed, a frustrated and defeated gesture.]

...I'm just need to clean all this up somehow before Ms. Martha and Mister Glenn get back.

[niepokonany]

[Ugh, cleaning. He wants to help, but cleaning is like... work. The boring kind of work.]

[He looks around, biting at his lower lip as he takes in the devastation.]

...I mean, it's not. That bad?

[...Okay, it's pretty bad.]

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Don't lie. I know you're just saying that!

[niepokonany]

[Okay, so apparently that wasn't as helpful a sentiment as hoped.]

I mean, it could totally be worse! There could be, like...

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Giant holes in the wall or something!

...How long do you have before they get back, again?

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[Waver just cast Feliks a withering look.]

A couple of days. They wanted to visit the beaches in the south before the end of the season's out.

[niepokonany]

Okay, see, that's plenty of time! You can totally have the place good as new by then!

[untalented]

How? I don't know how to reupholster antique chairs!

[niepokonany]

What, is that the part you're worried about? Chill out, my grandparents totally have to know some furniture-y people! They have a ton of old stuff, so someone's got to be taking care of it...

[untalented]

I bet that they don't have the grumpiest Skitty on this side of the mountains tearing the place apart, though.

[niepokonany]

So whoever fixes their stuff for them shouldn't be too busy for other clients.

[untalented]

......how much will all this cost?

[niepokonany]

...Less than buying new furniture after you try to reupholster it yourself, probably?

[untalented]

...That's probably still more than I have, you know.

[niepokonany]

I'm sorry, did you like, have some other, cheaper way to do it? 'Cause I totally didn't hear one!

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That doesn't help me with how I'm going to pay for it!