POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON Meme!

[foolishwren]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Meme

If you've never played Pokemon Mystery Dungeon before, here's the skinny:
1) Your character wakes up.
2) To their surprise, they've mysteriously become a Pokemon! Oh no!
3) ... Wow. There's no humans anywhere. What do?
4) Better head up to the Wigglytuff Rescue Guild so that you'll have a warm place to sleep while you figure out what's up!
5) ????
6) PROFIT


Your character is now an Exploration Team rookie, vying for the best exploration missions and forming friendships with fellow team-mates! Decide what Pokemon your character has become and get cracking! Go on missions, get to know your partner(s), butt heads with potential rivals, or maybe just try to slack off or sneak a bite to eat from the kitchen without getting caught by Chatot or Chimecho! IT'S ALL UP TO YOU.

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Heather Mason | Silent Hill (art source unknown D:)

[foolishwren]

<sub>[GUESS WHO WOKE UP YESTERDAY AS A QUILAVA]

[GUESS WHO'S NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT]</sub>



What do you MEAN I can't sleep in the normal rooms because I might light the bedding on fire?!

_{[Chatot looks pretty terrified. Rescue him from the infuriated fire Pokemon, y/n?]}

[bywiseguidance]

You really should not shout so. The beds are made of straw, which is after all highly flammable. I am sure that Chatot is only concerned for your safety.

[Ziva's new tail flicks idly, the curl at the end stretching out as she experiments with new muscle groups. This is weird. :C]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[.... WHO DARES INTERRUPT.]

[WHO DARES GET INVOLVED IN THIS-- oh wait this Pokemon is twice her size never mind. :I;]

[Still, it's with a glare and a small spurt of upwards flame from the hotspots on her head and the base of her spine that Heather turns to Ziva.]</sub>

So then where am I supposed to sleep? OUTSIDE?

I'm pretty sure there IS no type of bed that's inflammable!

_{[Poor Chatot, who is looking a little singed, quickly scuttles behind Ziva. THANK YOU BIG CAT LADY. That Quilava is clearly a psycho.]}

H-heehee, I-I'm just trying to make sure our entire facility doesn't burn to the ground in the middle of the night, d-don't you see...?

[bywiseguidance]

[ZIVA DOES, THAT'S WHO. And then she shrugs her cat shoulders, or as close as she can come to it.]

I will sleep outside as well, if that makes you feel better about the whole situation. Either way, if you emit flame like that when you are agitated, it will not help your case.

[foolishwren]

_{[Cue an indignant bristle, although even as an evolved Pokemon, Heather is too small to really look all that impressive doing it.]}

What makes me think I need someone ELSE out there to feel okay about it? It's the PRINCIPAL of the thing that I don't feel OKAY about!

_{[Outside. OUTSIDE! Heather's no pampered princess, but... DANG, OUTSIDE?!]}

And what do you mean, agitated? I'm not gonna be agitated while I SLEEP!

_{[The bird Pokemon timidly peers out from behind Ziva's leg.]}

I-imagine if she has a dream about being angry at someone! We could all be burned alive!

[show_my_cannons]

Calm down.

Or you really will light the place on fire, and I am not putting it out. Hmnf.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[--Oh shit dude you are HUGE but you know what? SHE DOESN'T NEED YOU TO PUT OUT HER FIRES, GOSH. >8(]

[Bristling and doing that angry weasel-hop (without even realizing it-- this Pokemon body is just chock full of weird instincts), Heather pops up and down on stiff, stubby legs.]</sub>

I would NOT!

What do I look like, some kinda pyromaniac?!

I HATE fire!

Do I look like an arsonist to you? Huh? DO I?!

_{[... And as she speaks, of course the fire on her head and hind is bursting and crackling in time with her particularly emphatic words.]}

[show_my_cannons]

[Ironhide watches the angry weasel hop. His head bobs up and down in the process.]

[Then he reaches out, and swats at a few embers that managed to pop off her flaming butt.]

Looks as if part of you is on fire.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... I-IT'S NOT HER BUTT IT'S THE BOTTOM OF HER BACK JEEZ >8'I;;]

[Needless to say, she growls at the observation. Yeah, thanks for reminding her about that. The first few hours spent in this body had largely been wasted trying to run away from the fire which hadn't exactly worked, considering it was coming from her.]</sub>

Oh, really?

Thanks for the heads-up, aluminum-head, I'd never have figured that out otherwise!

[neededlassie]

[Sorry Chatot, this little Cubone is going to cower a little from the enraged fire type, type advantages be darned.]

H-Heather?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[IT'S OKAY SHAUN she's mad at the annoying birdie, not you! 8(]

[She looks over her shoulder sharply at the warble, only to deflate slightly. Dammit. Little kids. Her one weakness when it comes to being scary and pissed off.]</sub>

Back off and let me talk to the nice bird, okay, kid?

[neededlassie]

[Shaun holds the femur that he woke up with close to his chest defensively.

But when the Quilava answers to Heather, he takes a couple of hesitant steps foward, peering out the eyeholes of the skull secured onto his head.]

Heather it's me. Shaun?

[foolishwren]

_{[.... Wait wat.]}

... Shaun?

_{[She turns around a little on her stubby legs. Meanwhile, Chatot skitters away the moment her attention is diverted. <8I WHAT A PSYCHO.]}

[brokenmemories]

[Why is Heather being a fire type not so surprising to this girl. Seriously.]

[Have a Gothitelle just kind of sulking behind you, Heather. She is silently judging you as always.]

Heather.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[HMPH. >8( SHE DOESN'T NEED YOUR JUDGMENT RIGHT NOW, MISAKI.]

[So she shoots a nasty glare over her tiny shoulder at the ... towering-by-comparison Gothitelle.]</sub>

What?!

[brokenmemories]

[It-It's kind of her default look. Sorry Heather.]

If this bird isn't giving you a bed, I am You can have mine.

[If it gets you to stop your whining, GOD.]

[darkenedgales]

[Well.

That sure is a sight.]

... Can't you like, put those out...?

[Because like hell Crow wants to end up as a Murkrow BBQ™ on his first day of being a literal bird.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather glares over her shoulder at the bird Pokemon with a huff.]

[... Before muttering...]</sub>

...If I stop thinking about it for awhile they go out.

_{[... But in a terrible way she almost prefers being on fire because without the flames, her scalp and rump are covered in bald orange spots and ew. 8(]}

[darkenedgales]

[But the color orange is totally awesome to have on your head, trust him on that!]

I believe you, but you might wanna prove that to this guy here.

[Crow tilts his head to the side a bit in the direction of the Chatot. He doesn't pay too much attention to the other bird, though, giving Heather a concerned look. For all he knows, being literally on fire is probably the last thing she'd wish for, so he figures it must be hard for her... Talk about some shitty luck.]

... You okay?

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[HEATHER. YOU ARE FRIGHTENING YOUR BROTHER. LOOK, YOU'VE SINGED HIS EARS.]}

Heather I'm-- I'm sure the other rooms are better than the regular ones.

[foolishwren]

_{[SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO SINGE YOUR EARS HENREON SHE IS JUST SO MAD. 8(]}

WHAT other rooms?

I'm pretty sure if he has his way, I'll be sleeping in the ... cellar or something!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[The wibbly Leafeon holds his ear between his paws and strokes it warily. ;-; So crispy. Why. Everything was horrible and bigger than him and he JUST WANTED THE ACID TRIP TO END.]}

What if it's a really cool cellar? It could have a pool table and a tv.

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[SECRETARY DOG HEARS TROUBLE.]

[A big gangly moose of a Houndoom comes plodding into the room with a clipboard in his teeth.]</sub>

What'sf all thif?

[foolishwren]

<sub>[OH THANK ARCEUS.]

[Chatot flutter-hops hurriedly over to the Houndoom.]</sub>

Oh! You! As a fellow fire Pokemon, PLEASE talk some sense into this-- this-- miscreant!

_{[Heather flares up, immediately on the defensive.]}

He won't give me a bed!

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack looks between the flustered bird and the angry little fire pokemon before tilting his head.]}

Heather? When did you get here?

_{[Jack's been around long enough to sort of fall into his old secretary job. It's about time he saw a familiar face. Er. Sort of.]}

I hate to take sides, but you are currently on fire. Try snuffing it out a bit. Let Chatot here know you won't burn the place down.