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Lita pays for the drinks and hands Isbrand hers.

"Absinthe? Y'know I vaguely remember something about the history of Absinthe. Something about seeing women...aw well."

She tinks her glass against Isbrands and sips her drink, never looking away from Isbrand.

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Isbrand: "Hey, I won't complain if I start seeing two of you."

-She sips on her own drink while staring into Lita's eyes.-

Isbrand: "The myth about absinthe is overblown anyway, so..."

-Isbrand produces a pen and scribbles on some advanced looking calculations.-

-Wait, that's illegal, gay people can't do math. The narrator would know.-

Isbrand: "Barteneder can I get...4 more of these?"

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Lita quickly downs the rest of her drink.

"What did you order?"

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Isbrand: "I am going to have 4 more Deaths in the Afternoon. [Hemmingway] recommends 3 to 5 in a sitting, and I need to be loose on that dancefloor."

"And it's bad manners to drink out of a flask at places with alcohol."

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"Oh well then drink up. I can't wait to see you move out there."

She quickly orders a second Sex on the Beach.

"Hmm, Hemmingway. Beautiful, strong and well-read."

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Isbrand: "Well, out of everyone in the family, I'm the only one with a useful degree."

"No, sorry, even though my mom didn't spend four years at college I like alcohol so she needs to open up her bar."

"Kaiiseii the Arts major can suck it, though."

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Oblivion Wing - What was previously Nowish

-Nightingale leans back where she's sitting and stares at the ceiling-

It's not as bad as it looks... The Team's faced worse scrapes with style.

Angela Coastal Villa, Sound Studio Room

-Susan had retired here once she had enough information. As she popped up a thesaurus website on her laptop she set the phone down on a stool and started reciting-

Susan: Okay. Jay Dartiri-McGuire. The Burnt Tower in Johto.

-She takes a deep breath-

Susan: Envy, Greed, Avarice, Emptiness, Malaise, Hunger, Gluttony, Pride, Kleptomania, Possession, Fear, Anger, Wrath, Wroth.

-After she finishes that list she checks the monitor of her laptop-

Susan: Hideout, hideaway, lair, refuge, sanctuary, shelter, den, safehouse. Let's try some other ones in case we're on the wrong track... Temple, tower, inferno, prison, castle, origin point, home, complex, warehouse, stash, beginnings, graveyard.

-She stops and takes a breath in, glancing at her phone-

Susan: Come on, let this work...

Stormchaser Arena

A blue-haired 20-something with white facial hair and a brown-haired 30-something with white facial hair stared at each other across the arena, the latter eyeing the wooden sword in the former's hand.

The blue-haired guy swung it, to no apparent effect, and the brunette raised his hands, also for no apparent reason, much to both of their dismays. In frustration, they reached a hand for their collars.

A sort of fan-shaped tail poked out from the blue-haired one's shirt, accompanied by a solid yellow samurai helmet appearing on his head, which he rolled his eyes at. His mustache fanned out a little, which he smiled at, as well as the sight of the sheathed katanas on his back getting a little more broad.

The brunette's ears became a little bit more canid and his facial hair went to his shoulders. A cape made of blue fur went to the small of his back, punctuated by a little tail.

They repeated the motions, a blade of water being fired and subsequently Protected against. The two nodded to each other, satisfied with their experimentation, until the blue-haired one held up a finger and yeeted his wood sword away.

He swiped two fingers across his body and was disappointed to see nothing happen. With another reach for his neck, he adopted a new form, resembling a Samurott with human proportions and stature. Once again, he swiped his fingers and another blade of water was created, one his comrade was forced to dodge.

While he smiled, the other one frowned, visibly angry, ears perked in frustration.

Skye and Every individually get a pair of windy notes.

The New World, Inside the Base

The Hunter Admin got rocked and chucked against the wall. He crumples into a pile on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Through the window the occupants could see the action outside...

The New World, Outside the Base

The last Magmacore shattered, and with it the Desolate Land effect disappeared. The massive Dragonator spike thrust forward and pierced the weakened hide of the hybrid monster. It raised its head and let out a pained roar. Slumping a little, it held its wound and started to turn back to the mountain it emerged. Whatever control the Hunter Admin had over it had been broken.

Cheers could be heard from the nearby camp.

You did it! The Zorah Magdaros is retreating. We'll have to monitor it for the next few months but for now the danger is over! Thank you so much for the assist, J-Team!

Club Kirlia-Last Night

"Kaiiseii? Your sibling I assume?"

Lita stiffles some laughter then hooks into one of Isbrand's arms.

"So, you gonna show me your moves?"

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Isbrand: "Unfortunately. To both of those questions."

-She guides Lita to the dancefloor.-

Isbrand: "Good thing I know how to move in boots."

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Lita smirks as Isbrand drags her to the dancefloor.

"Good thing I can move in heels."

She starts dancing along to the music, staying close to Isbrand and not breaking eye contact.

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-Isbrand doesn't pull away, taking the lead. Her dancing is fluid, graceful, and showy.-

-Would you expect anything else?-

PEFE HQ, PEFE!Every's New Module

Soak: <Uh, this note got in through the vents.>

PEFE!Every: What's it say?

Soak: -coughs meaningfully-

PEFE!Every: ...Ah. Soak. My apologies.

-she takes the note from him, and scans over it-

...What???

Soak: <What is it?>

PEFE!Every: Psyche is trapped in an alternate dimension, apparently...

Soak: <...Oh.>

PEFE!Every: Hm.

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Lita blushes, she sways her hips and moves in synch to Isbrand.

"I'm surprised a club would play this music. It's real good though. And wow you can move~"

New World, Mission Complete!

-The only actual native Hunter among the group stands basking in the victory for a few moments before starting to wander around the arena looking for chunks of the monster he can use as crafting materials-

-Hunter Pent wasn't doing this all out of charity after all-

And now, a Montage: Kalos Woodlands, sometime during the past few days

-At some point in the woods, the forest opens up into a mountainous vale. The sound of rushing water emanates off a rather pretty waterfall and all around are wild flowers in bloom-

-And also a big grey stone fortress-

-The fortress was the part of this place that Pent was interested in, because it was home to a group of expert vampire hunters-

-At least, he hoped so as he knocked on the large wooden doors-

Hello? Isran? Anyone?

-With a little effort, Pent manages to push open the doors and wander inside-

Cutaway: Mementos, another day

-No mission, no quest, not even a message to the others inviting them to tag along. Rakash was here in the tunnels, sitting at the edge of the uppermost terminus staring into the shifting roads below-

-In time, he decides to make something of this visit and removes his rabbit-shaped mask in a outpouring of blue flame-

Fort Dawnguard, Interior

-The inside of the fortress smelled like dust and moss, with a lingering hint of smoke. For a moment Pent panicked, assuming that the place had been abandoned before a flicker of firelight from deeper inside the sunlit halls caught his attention-

-With all the apprehension of his expertise Pent crept carefully towards the room that his memories (and gaming instincts) told him were the quarters, when this place was full of life. As he walked he noticed that almost every container and item of value had been moved elsewhere-

-And that place was to the quarters. All the cots bar one that were there before had been folded up and placed to the side to make room for keeping the rest of the fort's supplies in proximity to the comfortably-burning fireplace. And there, sat at a table with his eyes closed and earplugs connected to a cheap laptop, was the leader of the Dawnguard-

Isran... What happened?

-The leader creaked open one eye and upon noticing someone was there scrambled to pause whatever podcast he was engrossed in-

Cutaway: Mementos

Orpheus: Something's missing...

-Rakash shrugs and continues sitting there, now joined by his randomly-determined Clefable-

Yeah, I can feel it. Like a scar I can't quite scratch at... Something on the tip of my tongue feels like static electricity.

Orpheus: I'm walking on the banks of a river, I'm being followed...

-Rakash perks up slightly as his currently-orange-tinted sub-Persona speaks-

Orpheus: I turn and... Everything is right again. Why do I remember this?

Is it Eurydice? The person behind you.

Orpheus: I have never seen that myth in the sea of souls...

-Pent shrugs and slings and arm over the Clefable's shoulders-

Hey, always the possibility, friend.

Fort Dawnguard

Isran: Well I managed to keep one from being confiscated. It's been useful for hunting.

-He slides over a plate of cooked leeks and salted meat to his guest-

So where's everyone else? I thought this place was self-sufficient.

Isran: A few lean months, no sign of vampires causing trouble, they decided to move out and try and make something of themselves in this world.

Dang, because one of my friends has a vampire problem...

-Something lights up in the old man's eyes-

Isran: Well, I know where some of them are.

The New World, Inside the Base

Goober: Mission accomplished, fellas.

He reviewed the footage from his tablet. Doreen's footage of the Hunter Admin's defeat was excellent. He gestured to her as the rest of his team followed him out.

Club Kirlia

-Isbrand smirks and twirls Lita around.-

Isbrand: "I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"

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Lita giggles as she's spun. Now back on to Isbrand she leans against her impressive frame and looks up at her.

"I certainly hope not. You wouldn't want to break a girl's heart on the first date, would you?"

She gives a fake pout as she sways against Isbrand.

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-Isbrand places her hands on Lita's hips and looks down at her, slowly moving in a circle.-

Isbrand: "Course not. But are you sure there weren't any ulterior motives?"

-She winks.-

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Lita brought a hand up to cradle one of Isbrand's cheeks.

"I don't think I'd mind any ulterior motives you currently have~"

Acuity Cavern

-To Uxie-

Okay, tell me about Aura vampires.

Uxie: I'm sure you know of Aura Drain.

-Nods-

There are Aurics who, if they misuse it, or suffer one too many instances of Aura Depletion, they become what you refer to as "vampires". They tend to be stronger, more charming, and more durable than any normal human or mon, the second comparable to Hearts of Gold, but it comes at a terrible price.

-Pacing-

They have to keep feeding.

Uxie: While they can prolong their lives centuries, and even millennia past their natural lifespans, if they stop they will eventually wither and die. And for those so invested in their survival above all else, there is no level that they're unwilling to sink in order to preserve that, hence the behavior of Carmilla and Livius. But the price is not only physiological, it is also spiritual. Becoming an Aura vampire can be considered a crime against nature itself, and so the Vow between humans and Pokémon does not apply to them.

Muddy: <So like a Vow Breaker, they can just be killed with impunity.>

Uxie: The human equivalent would be becoming an outlaw, in the original sense of the term. Human laws may disagree on just killing them, no matter how loathsome, however.

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Isbrand: "Mmm...I wouldn't say ulterior, but I have my own motives."

-She smiles sweetly.-

Isbrand: "For instance, I enjoy smooching and cuddling cute girls. I'm usually a big spoon, if you're curious."

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Lita turns so she's facing Isbrand, looking up at her as she drapes her arms over her shoulders, swaying to the beat.

"I to like to smooch cute girls and I wouldn't mind being your little spoon."