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Fusewheel Forest

-Between the pulling and the Cut damage to the log, the trunk gives way and a bespectacled young woman comes flying out, rolling on the grass a ways before coming to a sitting position.-

-Her hair is an absolute mess, her face and upper body are covered in mold and decayed wood, and her clothes are a mess, but her strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and gleaming wedding ring leave little doubt as to her identity.-

Deziree: Thank god, I thought a mushroom was going to spore into my nose at some point...

-She lies back down onto the grass and takes a few deep breathes of fresh air.-

Deziree: Thanks guys, but, if you could just gimme a minute, I've been breathing my own breath for the last half hour or so.

Facade

-The knocks do nothing!-

Kainé:<Thought so...>

-Looks up, spies a window-

<I'll be back in a bit. How about you guys hang out for a bit, chat or...something.>

-And scales the wall and into the window-

Lost Shrine

-Sylph follows, with Nier not far behind-

Nier:<Er...pretty sure Weiss is a guy. Or, well...he has a male voice at least.>

-The inside isn't much to write home about.-

-There's a few side rooms, but holes in the wall only show a few open boxes and a few pointless block pushing puzzles-

-In the center of the room however is a massive spiral staircase winding around the central pillar-

Sylph:<Woooooooah...>

-There's a familiar sound of Shades scrabbling about, but it sounds far off.-

Mt. Lanakilla

-This night finds a certain smol traipsing around in the snow in a very puffy coat and scarf-

-Iggy enjoys herself in the snow a while when she hears something.-

-A shivery-whimper-y noise, in a little mon-made snow cave-

-Iggy hops over to investigate!-

Iggy:Hello...?

-She tilts her head and crawls in-

-...-

{...he...llo...?}

Ever: I'm not making a statement either way.

Brie: Just admit it, you don't think I could pull it off!

Ever: I would never say that!

Brie: That statement is valueless!

Amanita: -stares-

Ares: <At last count they've been at this for...hours.>

Amanita: Ever has a stunning talent for argumentativeness.

Ever: Yeah. ^_^

Brie: -sighs-

Ever: Look, I would literally never judge any decision you make fashionwise. I just—

-PEFE!Every wanders over. She looks rather fried-

Close. Worry.

Brie and Ever: (almost instantly) You alright?

Amanita: ...Uh, yeah, what they said.

-she gives the two an odd look-

PEFE!Every: I'm fine. Sleepy. Pulled a couple all-nighters to finish that... -yawns- Drampa article...was going to eat something before turning in.

Care.

Ever: I've got it.

PEFE!Every: That's—

Ever: You've literally just been eating bread, right?

PEFE!Every: ...How do you know that?

Bonds.

Ever: Intuition? I'll make you some pizza pockets.

Brie: Is that really better?

Ever: ...It's not worse. Here, catch.

-he flings a bag of carrots at PEFE!Every. She catches it-

Brie: Nice catch.

To be expected.

PEFE!Every: -blinks- ...Thanks.

-she flops down on the couch to eat her carrots, while Ever heats up the pizza pockets-

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Volpe trudged his way out of the taxi cab and tossed the driver an absent minded tip. The driver didn't seem to really register the money and seemed more concerned with getting as far away from his customer as was possible after completing his duties. Not that Volpe blamed the man, really, he was rather terrifying as the Random Lich Weirdo who spews black ink from his body like a water fountain. Whatever, the cab driver wasn't important at the moment.

Volpe looked up at the tall, looming grey building that made up the International Police Headquarters with a slight scowl and a sigh. It had been a while since his last visit to the old place, around a year back not long after the demise of Officer Platchkey, and he wasn't in a hurry to see it again - after all he fucking (soft) retired from Interpol for a goddamned reason. But the Commissioner has something he wished to speak with him regarding the Neo-Flare case in person, so he was obliged to come.

And of course, the HQ just had to be all the way in fucking Kiloude City, a 22 hour flight, by the by. And unlike his rich ex, Volpe could only afford economy class seats, which did not leave the now exhausted and restless Volpe in the best of moods - especially after dealing with the myriad of complaints aimed at him due to frosting over the cabin.

Whatever it was, it better be important to drag him away from his comfy soft retirement in Heahea. It was fucking Limbo Night and he was the undisputed champion of the entire region's police force.

Volpe: -Running his hand through his hair- To be back so soon... To be back at all... Feh.

Volpe pushed the doors of the HQ open and made his way inside, addressing and gesturing to various people as he worked his way towards his destination. Along the way, he got a platitude of different looks and gestures aimed in his direction. To a lot of the greenhorns and new bloods, he was a freak and a monster they wondered why he was allowed inside the building in the first place, while to the older folks who knew him back in the day - looked on his diminished and decaying form with sombre eyes and morose smiles, whispering about his sad state in hushed tones behind his back.

At this point, Volpe couldn't care. The energy expended in doing so would kill him within a week if he was lucky.

Sighing, he walked into an elevator and selected his destination - 46th Floor. Usually he'd walk up the stairs, but at the moment he was too exhausted to do so. The ride up was excruciatingly slow, and every stop on the way was pointless as nobody dared to share the elevator with the ice zombie. Oh well. He just hoped that the elevator didn't jam or freeze shut again due to ice like the last time he was here.

Thankfully for Volpe, it did not, and he finally got to the 46th floor without much trouble. Exiting the elevator, Volpe makes his way down the hall. Paying no mind to the secretaries and office layman who made a concise effort to scream as he walked along his (not-so) merry way.

Finally, he arrived at his destination - a door with a nameplate on it reading "Commissaire Mercier''. With a deep breath and a sigh, Volpe knocked on the door.

Commissioner Mercier: Entrez

Volpe slowly opened the door and made his way inside the office space. The Commissioner was currently looking down, filling out some paperwork and not really paying much attention (or from Volpe's point of view, much respect) to the Officer he called into his room. After a minute of waiting, the Commissioner began to shake slightly from the encroaching chill.

Commissioner Mercier: Sheesh... Who turned on the air conditioning, it's already cold enough in here-

The Commissioner looks over to Volpe, who grins slightly back, and visibly jumps back in his seat.

Commissioner Mercier: AH! Ah... Ah, you must be the one who've I been informed is leading the investigations into Neo-Flare, correct? Officer De Costi, was it?

Volpe: Captain De Costi, sir. Former Captain. I was the leader of our division of Obscuric Investigators for four years, sir. I soft retired around two years ago, but was asked to lead this case due to my familiarity with the subject at hand.

Commissioner Mercier: I see. Well then, Captain De Costi, please take a seat.

Volpe did as the Commissioner said and pulled out the seat, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap as he awaited to hear what the man had to say. The Commissioner tilted his head and examined Volpe's constant pouring flow of Obscura and ice and raised an eyebrow.

Commissioner Mercier: -Gesturing at the Obscura- Is there a way you can turn that... down...? Or better yet, off...?

Volpe blinks at his superior, hair flips twitching ever so slightly in annoyance.

Volpe: -Flatly- No, sir. I cannot, sir. If I could, sir. I would, sir.

Volpe hoped his annoyance wasn't too obvious to the Commissioner because the last thing he wanted was the guy getting pissed off due to (accurately) perceived disrespect.

Commissioner Mercier: -Equally as flatly back- I see. I will not prod about it further, as it seems to be a rather sensitive subject for you.

Volpe: Anyway, sir. What did you want to discuss in person with me?

The Commissioner brings out some files from his drawer and places them down on the table, examining them as he begins talking to Volpe.

Commissioner Mercier: The Neo-Flare case is still being dealt with, yet at the moment they remain unopposed. Despite the fact they are still producing a number inventions and products that have the potential to cause incredible harm and destruction. Am I correct?

Volpe: That is correct, sir. However, the loss of their Head Scientist three months back has significantly halted their progress. Our current plants in their organisation have reported back there have been no significant developments with their tech, and similarly, they have reduced their operations significantly since the attack.

Commissioner Mercier: Hmm. And according to our files, their leader is one "Constantin Minucius Rufus Perilloux"; a powerful and dangerous Psychic who rules his organisation via charismatic authority, yes?

Volpe: Indeed sir -Raising an eyebrow- May I ask why you are bringing this up, sir?

The Commissioner puts down the file and leans in on the desk, looking Volpe directly in the eye.

Commissioner Mercier: Interpol appreciates the work you have put into this case, De Costi, we really do. The operation you pulled back in November in successfully removing their Head Scientist proves you have the skills necessary to lead this investigation. However, this terrorist organisation poses a huge threat to international safety, and thus, we feel the need to deal with it as quickly as possible.

Volpe: Oh?

Commissioner Mercier: From the files we've gained from our plants in the organisation, Neo-Flare seems to run on a cult of personality surrounding i's leader. It makes logical sense that, if the leader is eliminated, the rest of the organisation will be fragmented and disorganized as they scurry to find a new head. Allowing us to move in and dispatch them efficiently, you understand?

Volpe nods slowly, but leers slightly at the Commissioner. Where was he going with this...? He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Commissioner Mercier: Thus, we feel as if we should assign a special agent for the explicit purpose of removing their leader.

Volpe: Are you suggesting we should send an ass-, agent in to "remove" Constantin?

Commissioner Mercier: Yes. And we have the perfect candidate to do so, a member from our Anti-Auric squad.

The Commissioner slides a file across the desk towards Volpe. Volpe stares at the file for a moment, leers one eye at the officer, before slowly picking it up and opening the file, immediately looking at the portrait of the agent in question.

That face. That wild mop of red hair with the black streak. Those split-coloured eyes. And most distinctively, that insufferable, cocky and smug smile.

No.

Nononononononono no.

Volpe's irises shrink and hair flips stand on edge. He blinks at the file, before looking up to the Commissioner with this expression◊ as he places the file down, slightly shaking.

Volpe: Agent Swift, sir. Agent. Finnegan. Swift., sir?

Commissioner Mercier looks at Volpe with a confused expression, evidently not expecting this reaction from him.

Commissioner Mercier: Is something a matter, Captain De Costi?

Volpe ran his hands through his hair as he stared at the file below him. He knew this man, they had worked together on a handful of missions in the past. Volpe considered him the epitome of everyone wrong with Interpol's hiring practises. Yes, he was ruthlessly efficient, but he was also cruel, sadistic, and most critically, loyal to nobody but himself and his own interests. He had heard this man say, explicitly, that he'd turn on a dime and leave Interpol if he found something that intrigued him more.

And the possibility that Agent Swift may potentially find something like that in Neo-Flare terrified Volpe to his core.

After a while of staring, Volpe closed his hands and placed them on his chin◊, tapping his chin a few times before setting them back down on the desk in an almost begging-like position.

Volpe: Commissioner Mercier, sir. With all due respect, please reconsider this.

The Commissioner raises an eyebrow and scoffs at Volpe.

Commissioner Mercier: Why? Swift is one of out top agents in the force. He has eliminated a number of high profile targets in numerous sting, covert, and clandestine operations and possesses the highest success rate of any of our Agents on that force. Why are you so against the idea of sending Swift in to "deal" with our problem.

Volpe rubs his eyes, and then his whole face, before looking back at the Commissioner.

Volpe: If he was selected to help with this operation, how much information will he have to know before being sent?

Commissioner Mercier: Preferably at least all the major developments in the case so far. You ignored my question though, De Costi.

Volpe takes a deep breath, and exhales.

Volpe: ...I have worked with Agent Swift before, sir. Multiple times. I will concede that he is very efficient and effective at what he does, but... you cannot trust him. He's too much of a loose cannon. I have heard him say, very explicitly, that he does not personally care for Interpol. That he'd change affiliations on a dime if something interests him more than the current position. You...

Volpe begins to shake his head slightly.

Volpe: You cannot let someone that double-edged anywhere near Neo-Flare, sir. If he finds just one thing that piques his fancy and decides to defect...

Volpe looks down, grasping at his knees.

Volpe: That would be very bad news for us.

Commissioner Mercier blinks at Volpe, before bursting out into a short fit laughter.

Commissioner Mercier: Bahaha! Oh, De Costi! You're too paranoid for your own good! First of all, an agent's personal beliefs and opinions mean naught - as long as they do their allotted tasks quickly and efficiently. Second of all, we've sent Swift on missions to organisations just as dangerous as Neo-Flare in the past. What could possibly be there that would make him ""defect"" to them as you're so worried about?

He calms down, getting slightly more serious.

Commissioner Mercier: Remember, Former Captain De Costi, you are no longer a proper agent at Interpol. You were brought in to help us with this case, yes, and we do take you expertise and opinions into consideration. But at the end of the day, we make the final decisions regarding what we do with Neo-Flare. Not you. And we can remove you and place another in your position with the snap of a finger should we so please.

The Commissioner leers at Volpe.

Commissioner Mercier: Honestly, De Costi. Your attitude this entire conversation has been rather appalling and incredibly disrespectful. I would suggest improving that attitude of yours if you wish to remain on this case.

The Commissioner takes the files and puts the back in his desk drawer, returning to the paperwork he was doing before Volpe entered the room.

Commissioner Mercier: We will be dispatching Agent Swift tomorrow, and that is final, De Costi. You are dismissed.

Volpe sits there for a moment, clutching at his knees until his knuckles go pale, before finally standing up and bowing towards the Commissioner.

Volpe: Thank you for your time, sir.

With that, Volpe exits the office room and begins storming down the hall. One half furious, one half terrified, muttering a variety of expletives and phrases in [Italian]. As he stormed towards the stairwell, all he could think about was how Interpol just signed off on allowing the devil to dance in their beds - and how he was gonna have to deal with the consequences of their actions.

It was gonna be a long night for Volpe De Costi.

edited 6th Mar '18 9:12:41 PM by PippingFool

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Rabbid!Megan: -distantly- BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~

Pippy: -blinks at Deziree- <Um.>

<You look remarkably like...er, my apologies. Are you all right?>

Megan: It's, um, nice to meet you? I'm Megan!

Tripod: -follows-

Thespi: -kicks up a noise-muffling Tailwind-

The Bunnies: -sigh at the lack of immediate action, and float after-

No mind to think. No will to break.

Sumia: <At least you actually->

<Girls? Morgan?>

-Lucina's eyes widen.-

Lucina: "Mother?"

-She notices the branded Dewott.-

Lucina: "And...father?"

-Sumia nods rapidly.-

Sumia: <I'm so glad you three are safe. And human.>

-Lucina rubs the back of her head.-

---

Typhoon: <Think that'll take me down?>

-He simply takes advantage of being on his back Surf in the Weavile's direction.-

Luka: <Well...damn.>

-He slams a Poison Jab forward.-

-A shadow looms over the Ninetales...-

Solarfax: <Forgetting someone?>

-Bounce is a two-turn move!-

---

Lyra: <No no. It's...you know how telekinesis works? Do that, but hold the air.>

Elizabeth: "I'm trying, Lyra."

-An intense look of concentration crosses her face as purple sparkles emenate from her fingertips, but nothing happens.-

Elizabeth: "Part of me wishes I hadn't overspecialized so much."

Lyra: <Fair, but your kinesis wasn't filling your mind with the cacaphony of the minds of every non-Dark type in a 30 ft. radius.>

-Elizabeth nods.-

Camilla: <That sounds horrible, Lizzy. How come the same thing isn't happening to me?>

Olivia: <You're a Pokémon. Humans like her are naturally weaker and less skilled.>

Camilla: <How interesting.>

Olivia: <Yes, but you both need more practice.>

Lyra: <Says the natural Electric.>

Olivia: <At least I know not to move towards what I'm fleeing.>

Lyra: <It was one wormhole. You're just jealous that half the population of another planet totally wanna marry me.>

Christina: <Are you two sure you aren't an old married couple?>

Olivia: <95% so.>

Lyra: <Besides, I have higher standards than that.>

Olivia: <What's that supposed to mean?>

Lyra: <It means I'd be married to someone better than you, bitch.>

Olivia: <Ha! Implying that I'm not the pinnacle of perfection.>

Elizabeth: "And that anyone would marry you."

Lyra: <Damn Lizzy, I thought you were on my side. I'm gonna need that violin back.>

Oberon: <Nay! If thou intends to thieve from Mistress Tsukida, then I shall have to use my blade to defend her and her honor, wench!>

Elizabeth: "Personally, Oberon, one of my favorite things about you is that you can make 'Try it, and watch as I stab a bitch" sound refined and fancy."

-The converstion continues along these lines.-

edited 6th Mar '18 9:18:38 PM by SwiftSeraph

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Daydre's entire group, including Rabbid!Daydre, blink one after the other in a row.

I feel like I've seen her around somewhere..

off the shits

F!Robin: "Wait -" She looks around the door. "MORGAN! You don't happen to have a spare tome with you do you?"

Morgan: "I... no."

F!Robin: "Oh."

Cynthia: "Wait. Mom? You're alive? And mom, you're here? And... whatever you are?"

She... while not attempting to tackleglomp F!Robin, ends up doing so anyway because she has to vault over Sumia to do it.

F!Robin, being slammed into the wall: "Ow Hi. Morgan. Ladies."

Morgan: "Wait -"

Morgan.exe has encountered a fatal error and needs to close.

Mira: ~Reunion~~

Cynthia turns around and tries to awkwardly bring Sumia into the hugpile.

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

 Stormchaser, last night 

-Paces a lot before answering-

 Pinwheel 

Ann: Isn't that... Deziree was it?

edited 6th Mar '18 9:31:30 PM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Pinwheel Forest

Colt blinked. “Have I seen you before?” He asked as he fiddled with the phone in his pocket. “Tell me if I have; I can’t recall names worth anything.”

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Chrom: -softly- <I...I'm so glad you all are all right...>

-he sniffles a bit, before smiling-

<Yes, it's the strangest thing! We ran into your mother, here!>

No mind to think. No will to break.

Tagg receives a message.

The text quickly devolves into letter spam, a recipe for soup written half in [English] and half in [Italian], what appears to be a love poem of some kind and 15 different Youtube embeds that don't actually embed properly.

I'm having to learn to pay the price

 Stormchaser, tonight 

-Reads the text-

Fuck...

-Sighs-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

It takes a while for Tagg to get a response, but he eventually does.

edited 7th Mar '18 12:07:14 AM by PippingFool

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Channah: -flinches away from Izana and continues typing-

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

 Stormchaser, past 

-More pacing-

A dive huh... You know maybe if I knew there were books about it December 2011 wouldn't have happened.

 Stormchaser, today 

edited 7th Mar '18 12:18:09 AM by rmctagg09

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Tagg receives another message.

Well, "message" is being rather charitable.

edited 7th Mar '18 12:22:16 AM by PippingFool

I'm having to learn to pay the price

Channah: -gently puts the PokéNav to her side on the couch and stares down at the coffee table. She is quite still, except for rare blinks-

There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.

Soujin: <Shadows are... they're weird...>

Beanie looks at Alex's eyes click and gets ready to book it when the airship comes in.

It's smooth sailing for a bit, but then Fidget notices the folks coming after it.

Fidget: <Whoa hey followers agh!>

He speeds up, trying to get away from them.

---

The Zoroark is struck by the Pursuit, not struck much but still knocked down.

Amos Slade meanwhile, fires off his gun. An arrow shoots out of it, way off course, but it manages to loop back and stab through toward the Zoroark, trapping him.

It's quite likely the arrow passed through Enzo. Might have hit him, if he weren't Normal-type.

Copper: <You're not getting away this time, Tod!>

The Barbaracle, meanwhile looks at the group.

Barbaracle: <Hey, what's that for?Take this!>

He sends a Stone Edge at Ereth.

Mandrake: <Ah, apologies. We can ask when we reunite, at least!>

He hears the sound of Shades.

<Hm, are we going to have to deal with them?>

edited 7th Mar '18 5:15:22 AM by CorvusAtrox

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Tripod: -beeps what might sound like cursing and follows faster-

Thespi: <Oh! Oh! Catch, or tail? Tail?>

Minun: -small grin- <...catch!>

Plusle: -cackling-

-the Plusle bolts forwards, the Minun not far behind, trying to get the Crobat between them-

-Electrowebs crackle in their paws-

-if they get close, they might try to snare him-

-notably, the trailing ends of the Minun's Electroweb are drawn towards the Plusle, which is most likely why they are trying to get on opposite sides-

---

Down Below

-Ceal is here, whoops-

-panicking slightly, since none of their teammates are with them-

Ceal: <What now, oh no oh no>

<T-type chart. Can't go wrong with...>

-and they sing a note, somehow reminiscent of grassy meadows and sunny days-

-green energy coalesces all around, and a number of tiny, glowing spheres form to bombard the Barbaracle-

Ceal used Energy Ball!

edited 7th Mar '18 6:48:00 AM by Asterisk395

No mind to think. No will to break.

-PEFE!Every has gotten a night's sleep, some actual nutrients, and, despite protests, a bedtime story (Good Omens, voice-acted by Ever and occasionally his team)-

-she's currently leaving her room, feeling more together than she has in a while-

-she finds a common room, where the rest of the Complex is hanging out. Ever and Amanita are playing a fighting game, or at least, Amanita is. Ever is just sort of moving the controls around to never be anywhere near her character-

Amanita: Are you going to actually attack?

Ever: Seems counterproductive...

-and Brie is searching news articles-

PEFE!Every: What are you looking for?

Brie: I'm trying to see if any parts of the world have been, like, shrouded in darkness.

Ever: You don't even have a plan for stopping Zemmalise, but you still want to find them?

Brie: I have to at least try, right?

-Ever sighs, turning around to look at her-

Ever: You know, we're trying to take it easy. Tracking down a somewhat invincible demon Ditto does not seem concurrent to that goal.

-a package of Milk Duds pokes out of Ever's backpack-

"Milk Duds": <Who's a demon Ditto?>

-Ever pushes the Milk Duds back down-

Ever: I'm sure someone can deal with it who's better equipped to....you know, actually deal with it. Okay?

Brie: -sighs- Yeah, okay.

-Ever gives her an encouraging smile-

-which turns to a scowl as Amanita uses his distraction to land an absurdly long combo, winning the match-

edited 7th Mar '18 8:31:11 AM by memyselfandI2

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

Mul: <Wait! Don't... Go...>

-beat-

Sivn: <...So, how about this weather? It's... weather-y...>

-Mul sighs-

Volcarona!Ammy: Hey! Get back here!

-She Quiver Dances into a jet twoard Fidget-

Marina: <We'll see who's the better bat!> -swoops in an arc and Psychics-

---

Enzo: <Yipe! Just whose side are you on, owl?! You better not be trying to make me into lunch!>

-He clings to the Zorark and Super Fangs-

Ereth: -tanks the Stone Edge without much fuss- <Really? Hold still please.>

-Hammer Arm-

-Umbra, using some rusty skills, attempts to shadowport-Shadow Sneak the Barbaracle-

edited 7th Mar '18 10:06:42 AM by Umbramatic

Contact Me!

Fusewheel Forest

-Deziree sits back up, wooden particulate dusting off of her.-

Deziree: Oh, hey Lina. And new people.

-She stands back up and tries shaking rotted wood out of her hair.-

Deziree: I'm Deziree! Deziree Galvani-Morton.

-Something occurs to her, and she stops. Her hand slaps to her left wrist.-

Deziree: ... My Bracelet.

-Her tone starts getting frantic.-

Deziree: Where's my Bracelet?!

-She starts running around the clearing, kicking over any scrap she comes across and looking under it.-

Deziree: WHERE'S MY BRACELET?!

Whittington

Fidget is struck by the Psychic and struggles to stay in the air after the blow. He notices the Ammy catching up with him. He decides to just dive down to the ground to try and lose them.

If he succeeds in this, the party would notice some sort of door left open near them.

---

The combination of attacks is too much for the Barbaracle and he goes down, unable to do much more.

The Zoroark, also known as Tod, meanwhile, loses half of his health from the Fang.

Amos Slade: <You wouldn't have gotten hit if you hadn't been in the way, buddy!>

Tod: <Ngh, I gotta... gotta...>

He tries shaking Enzo to a part of him that isn't in front of him then shoots a Night Daze at Amos.

Copper jumps in front of it, shielding Amos from the blow. Amos gets a Leaf Blade ready, aiming like he wants to do more than knock out the Zoroark.

edited 7th Mar '18 10:21:28 AM by CorvusAtrox

"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Lina: Hey Dezir- Wait, your Bracelet is gone?

Chrome: <That's... That's not good, at all...>

Reina: ...What are they talking about?

-Rabbid Reina and Rabbid Lina look at each other and shrug jn unison-

-Ammy darts after Fidget-

-Marina loses him but ducks into the door-

---

Ereth: -dusts his paws off- <That'll do it.>

-Enzo yelps and jumps out of the way of the Leaf Blade-

Umbra: Hey! That isn't fair!

-Shadowports into Amos' shadow and Shadow Claws him in a shadowy fashion, with shadows-

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