#wrongtrain

[tapuhauko]

@wrongtrain asked: "You are the current Kahuna of Melemele, correct? I understand that I am well past the usual age of participants buuut I think you should let me try it! I promise to be verrry good and NOT attempt to recruit any totem pokemon as passengers-" That just makes it sound like he is going to try to catch a totem pokemon- which yeah, he is. He had his fingers crossed behind his back. Don't let him do this. "Oh! And to make it an even easier decision! I have already procured a Z-Ring." It's fake, but don't tell him it's a fake because it WILL break his heart. He paid so much money for this bootlegged piece of plastic.

Okay that's a lot of information and half of it is suspicious as hell. "Uhm..." They glance over at the Z-Ring. It's... it's clearly fake... oh no. Where to start here... "This season's almost over. I don't think I can let you start for this round anymore." He'd probably make up a new excuse the next season, but still. "Who gave you that Z-Ring, by the way?"

[svndrenched]

brier had a card for both @wrongtrain and @uptrain, but she forgot which one was for ingo and which one was for emmet. don't look at her. she'll die of shame.

[pkmdaycare]

@wrongtrain

"Going to the past?I thought you meant you wanted to go to France.....woopsie~"

[monterraverde]

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ^ can i Please have this but reversed(?) because its actually perfect for emmet bc he wants to touch everyones belongings always. slap him, he deserves it

People always ant to pet Bappy. It's a normal reaction, he's adorable and dopey and loves headpats and belly rubs, but she could see him reaching out to touch the big ol' mudfish, and her first instinct was to straight up slap his hand and hold hers out as a sort of barrier.

"Hey-!! Careful!! Make sure you're wearing rubber or hydrophobic gloves because his skins covered in poison- And it'll sit in regular cloth for a while. Trust me, you don't wanna accidentally touch your mouth or something after that."

[dagdasgodslayer]

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @wrongtrain

wrongtrain asked: "I have never been to an actual subway before!" He chirped, following Nanashi a little bit too closely as he looked around. This place was a lot different from Hilda and Hilbert's world. A lot of buildings were in poor condition, but they all seemed to be in different stages of deterioration, like some had been abandoned a long time ago while others had only been abandoned recently. He liked the ones that were more or less completely destroyed! He could see the remnants of human life inside of it that way, without having to take a full detour from their destination. He also quite liked that there wasn't a sun, honestly. It was always so bright whenever he departed from the Velvet Room with either of the wild card possessing twins, but he didn't have that problem here! He could look up at the sky as much as he wanted without worrying about blinding himself by mistake. Though it was definitely making him pay less attention to what was under his own two feet, and he kept tripping and stumbling on jagged cracks and holes in the road.

[If Nanashi hadn't thought it before, he was thinking it now: this guy was fucking weird.]

[Maintaining a chipper attitude whilst walking through the literal ruins of Tokyo was...not impossible, but uncanny. He and his sister were guilty of childlike optimism, sure, but they'd been born and raised here -- this guy looked old as Hell. There was no way he would be a stranger to their fallen Tokyo, but he acted like it was brand-new and fun. It was...weird, not seeing an old fart who was miserable and hopeless over Tokyo's current state.]

[His bright and cheery attitude might even be welcome, if it wasn't for the fact that his eagerness came from the destruction of Tokyo. It was like he was admiring it. For once, he could see where Nikkari and Manabu were coming from with their repetitive insistence that "this is no game." It was hitting Nanashi now, of all times, that their country was incredibly far-gone.]

[God, now HE felt old. Old people were the only ones who lamented Tokyo's current state.]

[Emmet hammered in the idea that he was a total outsider with his next statement, though. He'd never been to a SUBWAY? Y'know, the shelters that EVERYONE in Tokyo had taken residence in??? Where was this guy from, Mikado?]

[Actually, that might explain the weird wardrobe...]

❝ What the fuck are you talking about? ❞ [Nanashi stopped in his tracks, sparing an inquisitive glance to the stranger.] ❝ Aren't you a little old to have never seen a subway? Are you from Mikado or something? ❞

[Honestly, it was a good thing that Flynn had changed the game in regard to the public perception of Mikado, otherwise Nanashi would really have a bone to pick here.]

[blueskilled]

⥫ @wrongtrain asked: ⥭ ⥫ "What even WAS that thing, though?!" emmet pointing loudly at a duraludon what the hell is that thats not a unovan pokemon o___o. (ask memes my beloved.) ⥭

Pokemon SCVI Starters

≼ ⌬ ≽

"That, my good man, was a duraludon!" Cyrano harped proudly, puffing his chest out for good measure. "This pokemon originates from the... Ah..."

He stood a moment and closed his eyes, searching deep and long for the answer he was looking for. He knew he knew this. He knew it was in there somewhere. He'd personally brought these pokemon over into his Terrarium!

". . ."

It was... Not Unova, clearly. Otherwise, the subway master wouldn't be having this kind of reaction. Was it in the... West? North? No... He couldn't even remember the direction relative to the academy...

He lifted his head with a smile, "Well, would you look at that. I plum forgot! They're pretty amazing, though. It's a steel and dragon type pokemon!"

[reiketsui]

I YELLED AT YOU ALREADY ON DISCORD BUT I'LL YELL AGAIN

[willedwoods]

@wrongtrain X

Alex flinched when the pen was flung in his direction, bouncing off of him. Not like he was worried it would hurt, but just a natural reaction.

A heavy sigh followed as he leaned down and picked up the pen, clipping it onto the green coat of the Depot Agent uniform. Something he rarely wore outside of special events or when he had to update his ID. Being a Battle Subway trainer allowed him more variety in what he could wear. Despite that he ended up wearing basically the same thing daily. But at least it was comfortable.

But days when he spent nearly his entire day assisting with office tasks or running around for Emmet he opted for the uniform. It felt a little more official and if he was representing the Subway Boss in any capacity he wanted to make a good impression. Even if that was never asked of him.

Emmet will not be getting this back. Not anytime soon that is.

[battlelaine]

@wrongtrain continued from here

For a moment Evelyn thought perhaps she had escaped such a terrifying social situation without having made a fool of herself before someone so grand. As she thought on it however, she realized running away so quickly was a rather foolish thing to do and terribly impolite. Yet if she'd stayed she'd have surely made a bigger fool with her stuttering and her fumbling. But how was she supposed to spread word of the Battle Maison if she was running away? That wasn't why she was there though. She could spread the word somewhere else. Yet if she could have told Mister Emmet of the Maison...

Her frantic thoughts of 'What if's', 'Should have's' and 'Could have's' were cut off by a booming voice over the loud speaker which nearly made her jump out of her heels. Over the rapid beating of her heart she hear her presence requested at the front desk. Her mind quickly turning to fears of what she had done wrong to quantify the need for her presence of all things. Briefly she debated acting as though she heard no such announcement and continuing on her way for the exit. Fear of eyes watching her next movement made her resist that immediate reaction however. So rather she gathered her courage to turn back and head for the front desk.

When she spotted Emmet on her approach she again thought of running. Surely he was the one who had called and surely it couldn't be for anything good. Perhaps her apologize didn't suffice? Perhaps he was furious with her for their similarities. He must have felt stolen from, furious that she would think some treats would makeup for the fact that she was going around doing the same as him and his kin! How desperately she wanted to disappear.

"Yyyyy-you called for me? I-is it about the gift? I'm terribly sorry! I didn't mean to offend you with it! I simply meant for it to be a gift and wanted to give my sincerest apologies for any misunderstandings from before and-and... I'm terribly sorry!"

[cursedmystic]

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? ^ i wanna know his ghost lore

matsuba is of the opinion and personal ideal that he'll become a ghost in service to his family when he eventually passes - just like his grandfather, great grandparents and so on. it's tradition in a way for the family to continue service in the afterlife because of how the family takes such good care of their dead and honor them in such a way to invite them back.

he's....a little intimidated by this idea - only because he's already in deep with his familial duty, and the idea of spending an infinite more amount of time doing stuff for them is a little overwhelming.

he's very excited otherwise by the prospect of becoming a ghost and hopes to become a duskull when he passes, though he's much more likely to become a misdreavus or gastly based on evidence in the past. he wants his soul to linger in the end, and the idea of it not is something that actually bothers him more than if it did. even if he didn't end up serving his family, the idea of eventually becoming bonded with a trainer and living out his afterlife as a dedicated partner to someone strong is just as much an honor.

character dev questions.

[starchanged]

@wrongtrain's puffle is dying: "Hi!!" Absolutely no further greeting or introduction. "Do you know how to get rid of website restrictions on work computers-" Ingo restricted Club Piplup, please help, his Puffle is starving.

"Hi??" His sudden presence before them nearly had Penny dropping their phone, they had to scramble just to catch it. Penny vaguely recognized the stranger as one of a set of twin Battle Facility operators invited to their academy to give a presentation to the students. The whole thing was rather boring to Penny so they'd tuned most of it out, including the introductions. Before Penny had time to ask anymore questions however the older one was already talking again.

"Whose asking and whhhyyy...?" Was this a setup? Were they being pranked or was this some sort of weird test from the league to see if they'd break the rules? Or was this guy just really weird?

[vixletserenity]

@wrongtrain starter call

Nimbasa is a large city; not as big as Castelia, but a big one nonetheless. The heart of leisure and entertainment of Unova.

Her mom was finishing up the final touches in the show that would be for Elesa and the commission she had made with her. Celeste had promised to be on her best behavior despite how little she had gone outside for the past year or two.

But even during the day, all the lights and sounds were getting to be too much for the girl. She had told her mom how much it bothered her and she was allowed to be in a quieter area.

Yet Celeste had wandered off out of curiosity of the city. It felt like hours had passed as she tried to look around for the way back. No matter how hard Celeste tried to trace back her steps, she couldn't remember where she last was.

In a city that she was practically unfamiliar with.

And like any other kid who's lost, Celeste started crying. Hoping that she'd get the attention of someone to help her.

[experthiese]

@wrongtrain asked: Blank staring and a long silence as the man asked to claim everything currently in the lost and found. Emmet was having a hard time telling if he was serious or not. He always had a hard time understanding jokes unless they had an obvious punchline, or some kind of pun somewhere within it.

"I do not believe you." He stated simply. "I am not very good at math, but I am pretty sure it is verrry unlikely for everything stationed in this room to be yours. Another long pause, before his vacant smile suddenly widened with some sort of excitement. "But not many passengers come in to claim their belongings. We would have had to unload it all soon anyway. It's starting to get overcrowded, which could be a serious safety concern. So you can take what you want. Except for this." He grabbed a little squishy stress toy in the shape of a Foongus. "I am keeping this."

❝ What-? Yeah, yeah, you take that. Only fair if you get to call dibs on some things too. ❞

Truth be told, he's only here to pick up disguise materials. A surprising amount of people abandon parts of their uniform or forget their work keys and IDs, and those come in very useful for a thief. It's always nice when he can leave the gadgets at home and do some good old-fashioned identity borrowing. It's gotten him lots of interesting places! Besides, it never hurts to pick up some extra clothes. Though none of this is his style (or his expected quality), they'll be good enough to tear down into rags next time one of them gets injured on the job. They're no sterile bandage, but they'll do in a pinch.

His Aipom, however, seems rather taken with all of the toys scattered about. It shoves tennis balls and soft toy keyrings into Lupin's bag whenever it thinks he's not looking, and seems especially keen on the Pikachu plushie it has dangling from its tail-hand.

❝ You know, ❞ he says, once he's pretty much cleaned the floor of the lost and found and searched every bag and pocket for money or useful cards, ❝ I could help you out more often. Sustainability's all the rage nowadays, and havin' a dedicated cleaning team would take this worry right off your mind. ❞

❝ You give me a shout when it's getting crowded again, I swing by and take it all away, free of charge. How's that sound? ❞

[monterraverde]

@wrongtrain replied to your post “Ever bit anyone?”:

like who.......... examples, please!

"Nahaha! Prying into my private life are we? ​Why do you wanna know so badly?"

[illspirit]

for @wrongtrain !

They’d been chatting. Myers, Violet, and Dorothy. A man and his two haunters. The topics had been relatively mundane—although punctured here and there with Violet’s soured mood—and centred, here, in the cushioned corner of the library. Although librarians oft hushed those who dared speak, Myers himself was a librarian, and there were spare few visitors at this hour. They were all elsewhere.

Then, Dorothy sluggishly poked her head over Myer’s shoulder.

“Someone’s watching,”  Dorothy observed lowly.

“Probably listening too.”

Pointed displeasure cut the corners of Violet’s ghastly expression, but, Dorothy, on the other hand: a downright wolfish grin unravelled upon hers. Then did her body begin to disintegrate, from the bottom up, and feathered pieces of herself tore away, fluttering into the sky ‘til they devolved into nothingness.

In the blink of Emmet’s eyes, she was there. Inches from his face.

“Hi!”

Dorothy twinkled her long, curled spectral fingers; a playful, albeit impish wave. She gave him a quick once-over before casting her eerily wide eyes back at her sister.

“Ah, come on, Violet! The intruder is cute! Cute in a way—”

“—that you want to throw him out of a thirty-eight story building?”

Violet joined her sister, pressed up against her side, her displeasure wafted away in favour of mischievous malice.

“Dorothy! Violet!”  Myers spoke in hushed urgency, trying to usher the twins back to him. When it was apparent they weren’t going to listen—whenever did they, ugh—he coltishly shuffled his way towards the man and let an awkward smile plump the apples of his cheeks.  “Uh, hi.”

[flock-keeper]

THIS LOOKS AWESOME! Thank you so much for drawing Fearghas, I really appreciate it!