Of Spectral Days and Eerie Nights - A Pokemon Let's Play

Part 8: Plasma Party

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Alright, Joule. What jam do we want, Mago or-
"Camila, come here!"
Shoot...
0n0


Wh-What's up, Mom?
"I got a call from Jason. He wants you to meet him in Virbank City.
But... my sandwich...
"He says its urgent. Go!"
O-Okay..."


L-Let's just do this quick, so w-we can get back to our sandwich, okay Joule?
0w0
Wow, can you pretend to care about your friend any less?
I-It's not that. It's j-just that Jason m-makes a bigger deal o-out of things than he should...
And you don't, little miss 'I cry when anybody raises their voice'.
\ n /
I... I don't do that...


Oh, don't you? That's interesting, considering you're crying right now.
I-I... I'm n-not cr-crying...
!!! \ n / !!!
Oh shut up, you sentient ice cream cone.


"Camila! You're finally here!"
S-Sorry...


These fuckin' clowns.


C-Conquest...
"C'mon, Camila! Don't tell me you don't remember!"
N-No, I do...
Then don't repeat unnecessary crap.


A-Another one?
Yawn.


Um... y-yeah!


(( It was actually a Herdier ))


Wh-What?


Hold... hold, hold on!


A-Ah...


"I'll beat you up!"
What the hell is wrong with that kid.


"Where do you think you're going?"
E-Eep!


Probably... n-not...


"Come on, Camila!"
"If you beat me, you can beat him!"
\ w /
If... if you guys say so...


Y-Yeah!


Joule w-would never!
\ n /


(( Didn't get his final quote because my emulator was fucking up, but rest assured he was whinging. ))


H-Hold on!
"Stop, fiends!"
"Hey!"


"Move it, kid!"
Ow!
9~6


M-My stomach...


But...


Me too...


"Of course."
N-No problem.


Oh!


I don't think you can use this one, Joule.
0w0


Th-That's what the label says.


Huh...


R-Right.


...I guess it's too late to go home...


I-If I was part of Team Plasma... wh-where would I hide?
Under your covers at home?
...


What, don't tell me I'm wrong.
M-Maybe you are...
Good one.


Okay.


Hey... i-is that...?


Yup...


I-I'm sorry.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm still gonna kick your ass."
\ n /


"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, you dumb bowling pin."
Hey, that's my line.




Wh-Why the ocean?


P-Please don't hit me!


...


...sigh.


Yeah...


What?


what?...


I... I mean...


Wasn't Roxie's uh... dad-


Okay...


Uh oh...


Pfft.


Oh we all saw that sorry excuse.
(( Don't tell me that this isn't a pop rocks joke, i refuse to believe you ))


Bad?


That's for sure.
Oh, hush...


I'm sure that they'd be happy if he didn't come back.


Yeah... s-sorry...


That's um... true, I think...


W-W-Wait. Sail? I... n-no I can't... I don't, can't-


N-No sailing...


I... I'm s-sick just thinking about it...


Oh gosh...
0n0


J-Jason?


N-Not really. I was gonna head home, cuz sailing m-makes me s-sick and-


Okay, b-but-


No, wait-


H-Hold on-
;-;


"Camila, check this ou-"
Urgh...
"Are you throwing up again?"
I'm... g-gonna die...


Urg...
"Wow."


My h-head is spinning...


I'm... I'm dying...


I... can't see... It's all blurry...


But I c-can't...


Wh-what?
"Get your hands off my face, please."
I... I can't see...
"Stop crying then."


Just... here...


I c-can't see right now...


Jason? J-Jason, my-


What ship?


Jason?
Pfft. He left.
H-He... he had my Xtransceiver...
Just wipe your eyes. Let's go.


!!!
(!)-(!)


Yeah...


Oh!


O-Okay.


(( Medal Office, Passerby Analytics HQ, and Battle Company. Didn't get the screenshots because all three were in separate boxes and like, yeah right. ))


Um...


I wanna go home...