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POKÉMINGLE: NOVEMBER EDITION

[ The late autumn was a slow time for the breeding center in Union, with most Pokémon preferring to start their families in the early spring months, as plants were beginning to bloom. However, this November had been an unusual month indeed, and a sudden influx of eggs meant that things were bound to be busy--and loud.

While the medical center claimed that they would do their best to step in and assist, what this really meant was that Farah, one of their senior-most nurses and former nanny, was left to bear the brunt of the work. There was only so much that the pint-sized Blissey shifter could handle, and while a dozen Pokéchildren weren't too bad in the grand scheme of things, a few dozen, well...

She needed help.

Posters littered the signposts around town. The breeding center was looking for Pokémon caretakers while these newborn bundles of joy were placed into loving homes. Would anyone be up for the challenge? ]]

[[Welcome to our first monthly Pokémingle! For those who have not participated in one of the player-posted Pokémingles in the past, simply post here with your character's Pokémon, or tag others based on the scenario above. Have fun!]]

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[ Plenty of babysitters have come to visit from the Union Divine Theater! A Ninetales with an especially lustrous coat and decadently fluffy tails sits off to one side, nose primly in the air. This pose will distract others from noticing she has baby Pokémon asleep in her tails.

There is also something moving around in those tails. ] Cher cheru...

[ Elsewhere, babysitters and babies alike will have to think fast. An impromptu Pokémon race has started up, and is heading right for you!! Who will reach the goal first - the small but speedy Rhyhorn with only one baby on her back or the larger Amaura with three....? ] Ama maaaaaaa.....!!

[the Evil Vaporeon Magistrate (complete with a big curly mustache and a cape) is running around in near panic. There's one baby she's NOT supposed to lose.

Movement! And in that big fluffy white thing that's bound to attract all the babies!! Martele wades right in, only to come nose-to-nose with Cherubi.]

Va. [you...are not who she's looking for.]

[ !!! ] Biiiiiii!!

[ The Evil Vapoleon Magistrate is just as terrifying as her name would have everyone believe! Shrieking, Cherubi runs for cover deeper into this soft, warm nest of....whatever all these fluffy things are.

One of them stirs, drawing itself across Martelé's back. Passion had been dozing. But something has started to feel a little off. ]

Va! Vapore! [hey you! Get back here!! She's not done with you yet!!!

The Evil Vaporeon Magistrate takes a few steps forward, half distracted by the thought of accidentally stepping on some babies, and - what's that?? She jerks her head backwards, trying to see what that was.] Vaporeon!

[ Passion's ears stand up. She did not. Just hear. That most distasteful of noises. What's more.....it sounded close.

Slowly, ever so slowly, those tails begin to lift. Cherubi sees her cover vanishing and puts on an extra burst of speed, only to trip over an obstacle in her way! Now is your chance, Evil Vapoleon Magistrate!

But that obstacle

is a paw.... ]

Va! [there you are!! The Evil Vaporeon Magistrate bounds over, squishing down Cherubi with a paw so she can't escape.]

Pore. Poreon, vaporeon. [have you seen the eggbaby???

...Martelé is totally standing on that paw Cherubi tripped over.]

Ch-cheru! Cheru biii.... [ She might have! Something cute waddled past earlier. She thinks. Cherubi did not look to see who it was because she was hiding. Yet it was still all for nothing so please, please...don't eat her.....

Cherubi bursts into tears. And the toes on that paw flex themselves. And the owner of that paw moves her tails out of the way to stare down at the Magistrate and her captive.

There is a long stony ~~paws~~ paws in which she fully soaks in this scene. And fights not to react to it.

....Somehow, she can't be surprised by that attire. ] Nine.

[the Evil Vaporeon Magistrate growls at Cherubi. There are cute things waddling all over the place!! Be more spec -

And she squeaks and falls over when all the fluffy things disappear and suddenly Ninetails in her face.

It doesn't take her too long to scrabble back up onto her paws and bare her teeth, ruff extended, at the Ninetails.]

Vapore - [hey! She's working here -

...wait. Wait what?

Yup. Have a slackjawed Martelé wearing an evil mustache and a cape.]

[ The Ninetales also stares for a long (and extremely judgmental) moment. Then she attempts to withdraw her paw, sitting up even straighter and fanning her tails out behind herself. They waver enticingly.

She cocks her head. Did you have something to say? ] Nine?

[ She's not coming out and saying it, but the worship may begin whenever you're ready. ]

[the Evil Vaporeon Magistrate wobbles dangerously when the thing she was standing on moves, but once she gets her balance back...

Her jaw snaps shut, ruff fully extended again.] Va! Vaporeon. [wow, Princess. She almost thought you were somebody important and actually pretty for a second, there.]

[ Passion just smiles - as much as someone with a lovely slender snout like this can smile. No need to make excuses. She saw through your silence quite nicely.

Here, do something about this. ] Ninetales.

[ She bats Cherubi back at Martelé. The former, who had been attempting an escape, squeaks in surprise. ]

Va!! [s-she was just surprised! Don't read into it!

And she finally looks down when Cherubi bumps up against her leg. Passion gets a dirty look, and then she's practically barking at the poor Grass type.]

Pore. Va?? [that cute waddling thing you saw, was it egg shapped??]

Biiiiii~!!!! [ It was!! It was, and Cherubi remembers because it was also shaped like food! Please don't eat it when you're done with her.....!

She has landed on her side and is having trouble finding purchase with her little nubby legs. Passion watches but does nothing about this. Her eyes may actually be primarily on Martelé.

They will, of course, avert at the first indication Martelé is looking back. ]

Poreon! [she's not going to eat Trainer's and Trainer's mate's baby!! Does she look like she's got a death wish??

...wait.]

Vaporeon?? [did you see where the eggbaby went??

Martelé doesn't seem to be paying attention to Passion at all.]

[ Passion does not mind this state of affairs. No. She does not mind it at all. A single tail may be swishing back and forth, but that's only to keep all other eyes upon her (where they should be). And because she is ostensibly here to take care of babies, and there's a tiny Oddish (little more than a sprout) who seems to enjoy watching that tail wave back and forth.

Cherubi hiccups through her tears. If she replies, th-then this person will have no reason to keep from eating her anymore. Th-the baby went...

One nub finds the floor. Then a second. The baby went that wayyyy!! ] Cherubiiiiiiii!!

[ She bobs her leaves away from Passion but then makes a run for the safety of those tails again. Out here she's too exposed!! ]

[Martelé stands there for a moment, mouth open and staring after Cherubi.]

Vaporeon! [what does that even mean??

But unless she wants to dig through Passion's tails...

Martelé growls, and she's turning away from the Ninetails. She sits up on her hindlegs, scanning the horizon for any sign of a walking egg.]

[ Passion covers her snout with a spare tail for a moment to hide whatever expression she might be making. It has occurred to her that she's a good deal taller than Martelé now. ]

Tales tales? [ Whatever could you be doing? Surely it can't be anything she's better-equipped to perform. Which would put you at her mercy if you requested it. ]

[Martelé growls again. She's trying not to die, okay?? What else does it look like?

...why are those big Pokemon just hanging out there, blocking her view?]

Ninetales. [ Passion casts a calm eye in that direction, then reports. They're watching an arts and crafts corner. The children need extra supervision around glitter.

(Yes, she can see over the obstacle. What of it?) ]

[are they?? Martelé tries to get on her tiptoes to see if there's a glittering egg amongst the kids, but she wobbles, losing her balance and falling back onto all fours. She turns around to finally look at Passion and...takes a few steps back.

Tall. Too tall. Martelé has her ruff fully extended in some subconscious ploy to compensate for it and and. It's probably some kinda dominance thing if she thinks about it, right? Like heck she's feeling inadequate or any of those stupid thoughts!!

But...she still doesn't want to die.]

...Vaporeon? [do you see an eggbaby?

...asking that was like pulling teeth, here.]

[ Passion's chin cocks a bit lower, the better to nearly look Martelé in the eyes. That didn't sound like a proper inquiry. Are you sure you want to know? ] Nine?

Poreon!! [she doesn't have time for this!! What if baby is drowning in glitter????

Martelé grinds her teeth for a moment, and then her ruff deflates a little. She's totally looking off to the side.]

....Va. [please]

Llls. [ Wow, Passion. That was practically a purr. While simpering and looking at Martelé.

But she did finally hear the magic word, so up lifts her noble head on a baby searching expedition....She has to lean more than she'd like but, ah. That crown-shaped head looks familiar. ] Tales ninetales.

[ What is that baby doing, though....? ]

[Martelé is definitely hanging onto every word.]

Va? Vaporeon?? [where is the baby? Is she okay??]

Ninetales. [ You neglected your child-watching duties, didn't you. How terribly irresponsible.

Passion smiles at Martelé with the full force of her vulpine charm. How fortunate that she is here for you. From what she can see, all is well.

....Surely no harm can befall the child next to a large bowl of glitter. ] Ni.

[Martelé opens her mouth to retort (it's really hard when you're putting on a show, okay??), but her eyes get super wide when Passion informs her of baby's proximity to that stuff. (didn't Gold get doused in it before...?)]

Vaporeon!! [and off she dashes! Don't move, baby! She'll save you!!!]

[ Passion waits until Martelé is gone before dipping her snout so she can run a paw through the long fur on the top of her head, Trainer's Trainer-style. Then she rearranges her tails and resumes basking in her own glory.

...She's pleased because the brute started panicking. That must be the source of this odd internal glow. ]

[The racing Pokemon will soon run across a certain Tranquill telling a bunch of baby Pokemon one of his tall tales of his so-called 'daring heroics.'.] So, there I was! Surrounded by a huge pack of slobbering Houndooms. But I had no fear, for my Keen Eyes will never fail me! I turn to the leader of the pack and--AHHHHHH DON'T RUN ME OVER!!

[Haruka's Pokemon will recognize the cowardly bird Pokemon as Right's lie expert, Usopp, as he attempts to hide behind the babies he was just trying to impress just seconds before.]

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[ Super Beauty tends not to notice things that are in her way unless (and after) she has smashed through them. She keeps running, oblivious to her near miss as she whiffs just by those babies, which.....scatter in surprise at the Sudden Rhyhorn. Sorry, Usopp.

One little Pichu, however, has not quite gotten the hang of this "walking upright" thing yet and tries to run but falls over. Face scrunching up, it begins to cry in scared frustration.

The Amaura skids to a halt, neck turning to look back. Did...did they do that...? ] Mau...?

[Usopp squawks again as he flaps away a little from the racing Rock-types - doesn't wanna suffer from type weakness here! But even when he thinks he can un-ruffle his feather and breathe a sigh of relief, he hears the little Pichu crying.] Ahh! D-don't cry little one! See, everyone's fine now. Really! Umm...

[He turns his head to one side, pulling down the lower lid of his eye while turning up the front part of his beak.] See? Look at me! Look at how funny I look!

[ Pichu, unimpressed, continues to wail. Amara the Amaura comes up and, glancing from the Pichu to Usopp's face, thinks. Did she hurt you? Did something get in your eye? ] Amaura...

WAAAAGH! D-Don't sneak up on me like that! [Usopp flinches away, one wing clutching his chest.] And--and no! I'm trying to calm this tyke down. But...it seems that the famous Usopp Funny Face trick isn't working for once...

Amaura rara. [ Amara has never heard of the famous Usopp Funny Face trick, but after helping out at the theater she does know babies like nonsense sounds. She bends her neck over the crying baby (which stretches it over Usopp in the process). ] Amamamamamamamamama.

[ How's that? She'll send a ripple of color through the fins atop her head, too. ]

[that Oshawott over there seems pretty confident about his child-rearing skills. Honestly, how hard can it be? All he has to do is show them who's boss, right??]

Osha - [alright you little punks! Listen -

Aaand that's a small gang of baby Pokemon practically running him over for a caped and masked Corsola who seems to be putting on a show with the Evil Vaporeon Magistrate!]

O-oshawott... [o-ow.

...wait. Where did his shell go?]

Oh, goodness...are you okay? [A certain Teddiursa waddles over to the poor Oshawott, tilting his head in concern as he sucks on his Honeyed paw.]

Osha... [Oshawott sits back up, rubbing at his eyes to try and get the world to stop spinning.]

Wott. Oshawott. [d-did Teddiursa manage to see the stampede of Rhyhorn that ran him over?]

Rhyhorn? I don't think they were Rhyhorn. But I do hope that not all of Leader's Rhyhorn are here. It would be such a bother if they were... [Winnie-Pooh offers his free paw to help the Water-type back onto his feet.]

Osh. [and he'll take that paw with a grin.]

Osha. Oshawott wott, osh - [it totally must've been like. Ten. Or maybe even a hundred Rhyhorn for somebody like him to get -

Oshawott goes to pat at his shell in order to emphasize his awesomeness - and all he gets is the hollow sound of his tummy.

...

...oh no. Where'd his shell go??] ...Osha! Oshawott??

[Winnie-Pooh tilts his head in confusion, looking down at the area in question.]

Your shell? What kind of shell is it?

Oshawott!

[he's tracing the shape of the shell in the air. It's like thiiiiis and it's got lines on it and it's yellow and he had just polished it this morning!]

[It was Ignacy's idea to come and help out. The Geodude wasn't often invited along on Feliks's adventures -- they'd gotten off to a bit of a rocky start, so before they started getting along more, the other Pokemon with their trainer got much stronger. And then, with his mate missing, he'd needed the strongest ones he could find to travel at his side and protect him. Now that they'd found him again, Ignacy was getting to spend a little more time with their trainer, but he still had a lot of free time (and a strong sense of civic duty), so why not lend a hand with the new babies?]

[Along with him are an Audino and a Turtwig, both looking excited to help out.]

Dude due, geo... [Alright, what do you think we should do fir...]

[But his companions have already split off to find something to do on their own. The Audino is running around trying to find anyone who looks like they might help with something, while the Turtwig finds a quiet, relatively warm spot to sit down in, settles in, and looks around for a moment or two.]

Turrrrr? [Who wants to hear a story today?]

[Babysitting! Can't be as bad as trying to help look after that baby Togepi around the Divine Theater, right? Or so Usopp the Tranquill presumes. He attempts to gather some babies around him in order to tel them all about his grand adventures as a brave Flying warrior!

...only some of his tales are totally made-up. And those few stories that were true are greatly embellished. Perhaps someone's willing to call him out on it?

Meanwhile, Winnie-Pooh the Teddiursa is with Right's Sealeo as they play a game of "Toss the Ball" with a few other babies. They start with a regular ball, and all goes well until the Sealeo accidentally tosses it far out of their reach.

Winnie-Pooh sighs.] Oh, bother...I do hope that it doesn't hit anyone.

Careful!

[A voice calls out as a Dragonite reaches a hand up, catching the ball, and it attracted the attention of a Growlithe, hopping up and down on his hindlegs like a Spoink]

BALL! BALL! GIVE! BADR! THROW IT! THROOOOOOOW IT!

Furfur, it's not ours, we should give it back.

Ah, there it is! Thank you for finding it for us. [Winnie-Pooh pads up to them, one Honeyed paw near his mouth.] Would you be so kind as to hand it back to us?

Oh, c'mon, Pooh! Let's just use another ball...like this one! [The Sealeo calls out, forming an Ice Ball to hold up with his flippers. However, the only other Pokemon around them are tiny little hatchlings who could easily be bowled over by such a large ball of pure ice.]

Of course, here you - Oh! careful! that might be too big for the hatchlings!

[The dragonite calls out as he offers the ball back, as Furfur weaves between his legs]

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