Circhester

Yeah. I'm pretty good with the fae. I don't think they'll bother me much out in the Glimwood. That said, feel free to drop by if I'm in yeah?

The Wall

Huh, alright I guess you can keep up.

-Gale brings forth a bird skull to hover over her shoulder, a basic gaster just in case she needs to fire quickly while she opens up her helmet comms-

Hey, Jackal, want me to see if I can get somewhere to cause some chaos? I'm thinking of seeing if there's any shadows that can get me to their security cameras or comms unit or heck maybe prison door control? Might be worth seeing if there's anyone else to break out.

Indatha Marshlands

Well, prepare yourself to see it from a new perspective.

-Something breaks the cloud cover overhead and starts drifting down towards the group. It looks like a hot air balloon but as it approaches it becomes clear that this balloon is large enough to carry what seems to be a ramshackle two-room house. It takes a while but eventually the vehicle lands and a woman in an outfit that looks like a (somehow) more makeshift version of the Drannith soldier's regalia with red crystal decorations instead of green ones-

Skysail Freebooter: Ah, travellers. Guess you'll be wanting a ride up to the city?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

A Picnic Long Long Ago

Rikuo stands there a bit longer. He's tempted to offer help once more but... Yeah this seems like a job for peoplemons who have something more than nubs. He walks away, giving one last look over his shoulder and a wave before heading towards the smell of food.

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-Pollen flits through Hulbury streets, aimlessly-

...well, that was a bust.

-also free of joy-

???: Bwah!!

Pollen: !

-she turns in midair to see the face of her-

-...hm-

-no, she wouldn't call them friends-

-acquaintances is a bit much, even, and she isn't even sure if they qualify as teammates, one way or another-

-but maybe, just maybe, what she is to her is-

Lapis: -headtilt- ...bwah?

-...that weird Whismur with the face that looks exactly like her Trainer's, who hangs out with her all the time for some reason she can't discern-

-yeah-

Lapis: -blink-

-yeah, that works-

Pollen: <Where did you run off to?>

Lapis: Bwah!

Pollen: <I hear ya. Where are any of us going nowadays, huh?>

Lapis: Bwah.

-she says, sagely-

-...-

Pollen: -chin in palp- <...you know, I think I'm hardwebbed to think of silent mysterious fey creatures as bearers of great wisdom, leading heroes on their journeys or fools to their doom, and we're just having a conversation at the spring-cooler between gigs, but…>

<It's easy to forget you're just like a cross between a rambunctious mammal from a horde of dimension-despoilers and a weird clone of someone's impression of my Trainer.>

Lapis: Bwah!! +_+

-she's plenty wise!!-

-...-

-did the mood just take a downturn-

Pollen: <...>

-oh yes, she thinks she's right-

(-could Megan Prime have spotted these social cues? She thinks not-)

-Lapis takes a seat-

Pollen: <...what.>

Lapis: -...-

Pollen: <What do you want.>

-Lapis bwahs in silent accord-

Pollen: <...what do I want?>

-different accord-

Pollen: <What's up with me??>

-...-

Pollen: <You know what, I don't have to tell you this. You're not my Trainer.>

-Lapis just kind of sits there-

Pollen: <You're not!!>

Lapis: ...

Pollen: <You're!! Very similar!! But you are a Pokémon and hold not my ball in abeyance.>

-sitting, sitting, sitting on a street-

<You have no authority over me.>

-this is kinda funny, actually-

-...-

<...>

-...-

Pollen: -faceroad- <So I tried talking about my feelings.>

Lapis: -softly- bwah,

Pollen: -groan- <That didn't work.>

Lapis: -softer, flatter- bwah.

Pollen: -waving limbs, muffled- <O Ooooh, thanks for the advice, Logan, that's your prescription for everything.>

<Maybe it works back in that weird communal thing you come from, but it's a bit of a different creature over here!!>

-she mostly just yelled, didn't she-

-pulling antenna- <Ugh, don't get me started. I tried expressing it via fighting…>

-high-pitched, laugh- <Nope! I don't know why she doesn't fight me!!>

<She fights everyone!! She loves fighting!!>

Lapis: -mou- …

-Vee loves good fights, she remembers-

-...that, and kind-of-sort-of mauling threats to her peers-

Pollen: <I'm in her ball, I eat her food, I fight her enemies—>

(-for better or worse, Pollen apparently doesn't qualify for either of those-)

Pollen: <What's left?>

Lapis:

-so it turns out being a wallflower, and also a cross between a hyperactive bunny and a toy owned by a fan of the person sitting in front of you, actually does not grant preternatural wisdom about how to run their life-

Pollen: <...>

-or any wisdom, really-

Lapis: …

Pollen: <...you're not even listening, are y>

-Lapis takes her hand and starts running-

-Logan waves, and Rikuo makes his nubby way over to a roaring campfire, over which a very very large pot is being stirred-

-he passes up a number of intensely satisfied Meowth, patting their bellies, or passed out snoring...all the way up to the center, to meet some guy wearing a lot of pink-

Some Guy Hiro: -singsong- Hullo, there.

-he squints at the pot, before removing the ladle and setting it to the side-

-easily, stepping back- Mind lending a hand?

-he flexes his own, and that odd...soul...ball heart thing-

-manifests, glowing bright and flamelike-

Curry's nearly done, it just needs that last little touch.

-apropos of nothing, a Raboot kicks her feet next to the fire, keeping it simmering right-

Megan: wwwwelllll, if she's not here right npromptness seems a tad bit wise. I'll consider talking now?

Megan: -headshake- Right, right… Abilene, can I have one of your things?

Abilene: Hm? Oh, yes.

-Abilene pulls a Suspicious Looking Herb™ out of her purse [Medicine] and tosses it in Megan's direction-

Abilene: I'll put it on your tab.

-Megan catches it, acknowledging this not at all-

Megan: -blowing hair out of her eyes- How did the symbol go…

-she pulls a mortar and pestle from...somewhere, pulls out her Pokédex-

-smashes the herb with her Pokéde—oh ████-

-...takes her gooey device, flicks through saved pictures, and draws a large (guardian) sigil on a rock or something-

-bites her hand, flicks some blood on it-

-and Pollen, like a cat faced with a circle, flits over it and pauses to inspect some flower or other-

Pollen: -compound eyes don't blink, glancing up- <Hm?>

Megan: -nervously- Hi~!

Pollen: <...hi.>

-she looks away and raises one forelimb at Just, quizzically-

Abilene: -returning to her work- Yes, foliage is often unappreciated. A tragedy, truly, but one we can overcome.

-however the f*ck you pet a plant, Abilene's mastered it-

It requires deftness and a modicum of care.

-...-

Logan: ……..

-they sit and think for a long, long moment-

...write [Post-It notes].

Addie: <Make a schedule, it keeps hours tidy.>

Logan: I can understand avoiding developing a direct telepathic link, if you both want to keep your privacy, but establishing a solid line of contact, then a dialogue through that, will be prudent.

Addie: <Negotiating exceptions can be done in the moment, but it cuts down on the amount of negotiation necessary for one thing. Less hassle, more time for everything else.> :P

Logan: But really, in the end, finding something that works between you is the goal. Find more mediators, or hit me up if you're having trouble.

And we'll sort something out. c=

-Suiko flings a hook on industrial-strength fishing line down to the hole like a grapnel-

Suiko: Come on.

-she raises her arms, and Mist engulfs the Oblivion Wing and its environs-

Edited by Asterisk395 on Aug 23rd 2020 at 10:16:44 AM

No mind to think. No will to break.

Unova Route 2

Me: Sugoi...^Translation Awesome!

-Ian and Evelyn check their Pokédexes.-

Ian and Evelyn's Pokédexes: Crawdaunt, the Rogue Pokémon and the evolved form of Corphish. A Water and Dark type. Crawdaunt has an extremely violent nature that compels it to challenge other living things to battle. Other life-forms refuse to live in ponds inhabited by this Pokémon, making them desolate places. Crawdaunt molts (sheds) its shell regularly. Immediately after molting, its shell is soft and tender. Until the shell hardens, this Pokémon hides in its streambed burrow to avoid attack from its foes. It is said to be extremely hard to raise.

Me: Also, did Orwell speak perfect English just now?

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Turffield, Food Time

Rikuo waves back at Hiro.

<Hello- wait, do you actually know what I'm saying? Sometimes I forget that's not supposed to be normal.>

He looks at the soul ball and the pot.

<.. How do I do that?>

Mid- February

CW for general heavy mood (?)

Daydre has been visiting more often now. The murder attempts haven't been.. Forgotten, per say, they still lurk in the back of Daydre's mind. But there's something oddly comforting in talking to someone who knows your problems because they're, you know, you. Just also not. At some point in the meetings, discussion transitioned to Ama's life in hiding. It was no picnic, definitely, but it wasn't without its high points.

Ama: ".. There are a few others aside from the group that came here to get you. All of them just.. Gathered over time. Probably because I fed them?" She shrugs.

"Whatever it was, it was nice having mons around again."

Daydre sits in a chair, legs crossed and leaning her elbows on her knees.

Daydre: ".. Again?"

Ama: ".. Oh, right. I released a lot of our mons when I went into hiding."

Daydre:-wincing- "Is that just something we do in times of extreme stress?"

Ama: - with an unreadable expression- "I guess so."

The both of them sit in silence for a moment. Ama clears her throat.

Ama: ".. But that aside."

"I thought I had changed in the years I'd been forced to hide. But really, I hadn't. One thing went wrong and I just devolved into violence again."

She looks genuinely upset for a second, but when she continues her tone is drier than the Haina desert.

"So, I figured if violence was all I could do I might as well use it to save people some trouble when I realized where those seven went."

Daydre is like, 89% sure that's a joke but is too afraid to ask.

Daydre:-mentally flipping through things to change the subject to- "... So uhh.. The.. One thing?"

Ama goes quiet for a while, mentally debating how far she wants to get into this.

Ama: "... You've seen Torenia right? Zorua, has two sisters, shiny?"

Daydre: -unsure of how this is relevant- "Yeah?"

Ama: "Long story short, she was targeted by poachers. Misdirection was enough to protect her for a while, but.. Eventually she was cornered by one of them. Her mother died in the ensuing altercation. And I..." She looks down at her hands.

Daydre: -"You.. You don't have to continue if you don't want to."

Ama: -letting out a breath- "I don't think I do, no."

She coughs violently into her hand. "... I think it might be best for me to be alone right now."

Daydre slowly nods.

Daydre: "I'll uh... see you later?"

Ama nods back, distracted. Daydre takes her leave.

Confidant Rank Up?

"Of all the deaths I've caused, that one sticks out. Why? What makes any of them less than the others? Is there just something wrong with me?"

off the shits

Ersatz

Hazel: Nice!

Copper:' <Pretty sure Spheal are meant to be round.>

Violet: I don't think that's what they meant...

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Ersatz Alliance

Spheal!Justice: <Now how do I get it off so I can pay for it?>

Jigsaw: <Oh, um...>

-fumbles with it-

New Circhester 1

Merlin: Most certainly.

Fou: <Hey have you seen that J-Team around?>

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Ersatz

Violet: Erm...

Hazel: Well, I guess as a Misdreavous I could always use psychic, so I can't help you there, sorry.

Copper: <I could help you get it off!>

I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.

Route 2, Unova ("Be the Winners" is still playing as background music)

(Kim nods.)

Kim: "I believe he did... and then he switched back to Newspeak immediately afterwards."

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Early March

Daydre is staring at a wall, remembering how she got literally steaming mad about Oran OS tampering with her files.

Ama: "... Okay, what is it that you're staring at that's so interesting?"

Also, she's back here again.

Daydre: "Hey, how do you use Obscura, exactly?"

Ama: -suddenly guarded- "Why do you ask..?"

Daydre: "Dunno, guess I was thinking about it recently. I've tried using it a couple times since you uh, you know, and Kaden told me I could do it (allegedly) but nothing came out until I got mad about a file corrupting the other day." Ama attempts to not let her thoughts of 'oh good she's (probably) not going to use it to kill someone' on her face. She's, perhaps predictably, fairly good at that.

Ama: ".. Well that's. Certainly a unique way of having an Obscuric awakening. I can't say anything concrete about it since I'm self-taught, but it's probably not that farfetched to think what works for me would work for you." She shrugs noncommittally.

"The easiest way for me to do anything with it is to imagine it as a fluid that's spread throughout my body. When I want it to come out anywhere I just imagine it erupting and taking a shape."

Daydre: "Huh. I guess that makes sense? It kinda felt like that."

Ama: "... Sometimes it's like smoke instead though? Then again I guess smoke and liquids aren't that far removed. Or it's more viscous than a normal liquid- actually it started acting more like sludge after I had drained more people... Eh, whatever. You get my point. It's a thing you have to feel out for yourself, I guess. I'm not sure if I could put everything into words."

"Oh, right. And it's going to be harder for you because you don't have the whole vampire thing going on."

Daydre: "... Slightly less helpful, but okay!"

Ama taps her chin, now stuck on a particular train of thought.

Ama: "Back when I was considerably worse at this, I had a thing for it but- No, never mind. I might've brought it with me but the damn thing's broken anyway. ...Why am I telling you this?"

Daydre shrugs.

Daydre: "I mean, I asked about the aura but you were the one who brought up the whatever-it-is."

Ama: "Forget I mentioned it."

Daydre: "...Alright then!"

Confidant Rank Up

off the shits

Route 2, Unova

-Ian, Evelyn, Piku-chan and Hatty all facefault.-

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Route 2, Unova ("Be the Winners" is still playing as background music)

(Kim looks up in thought.)

Kim: "It appears that post-evolution, Orwell's use of Newspeak has become restricted- notice that he used it towards Peechee, who knows him, but didn't use it towards the Krookodile, who doesn't know him. In other words, he only uses Newspeak now towards people and Pokemon who he knows for a fact will be able to understand him; meaning his Newspeak usage has become more akin to how Nadsat was used in A Clockwork Orange."

(She smirks, turning towards Ian and Evelyn.)

Kim: "One thing's for certain, though: Rever's going to be thrilled."

(Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Peechee looks over at Orwell, stunned into silence by the fact that he has just heard Orwell speaking perfect English towards someone else for the first time. Eventually, however, he realizes that Orwell is speaking Newspeak to him, and finally gets Kim's point. He ultimately nods before his eyes flash red, and he grins menacingly, before raising his claw, which glows a bright white color, and charging towards the Krookodile.)

Peechee: (maniacally) <SNUFF IT, YOU MERZKY KROOKODILE! PREPARE YOURSELF TO BE VREDDED LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN VREDDED BEFORE—!!>

(The Krookodile laughs, and charges towards Peechee, ready to finish him off.)

Krookodile: <Are you sure about—>

(But he is suddenly stopped by the sight of Peechee swinging his glowing claw towards him...)

Peechee: (with triumph) <BEHOLD... MY... NOZH—!!!!>

(...and mere moments later, by that claw hitting him in the face, immediately causing him to fall to the ground with swirls in his eyes. Delighted at long last by his victory, Peechee laughs with triumph.)

Peechee: (triumphantly) <HORRORSHOW—! POBEDA IS OURS—!!!>

(And then mere seconds later, he starts to glow, immediately alerting Orwell, Kim, Ian and Evelyn, all of whom stare at Peechee in utter disbelief- save for Kim, who smirks.)

Orwell: (astonished) <I-is he... is he evoing addwise?!>

Kim: (grinning) "Two evolutions? Well. This is certainly something."

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Unova Route 2

-Ian, Evelyn, Piku-chan and Hatty all recover from facefaulting.-

Me: Not the first time we've seen two Pokémon evolve at once...

Evelyn: ...and I have a feeling that it won't be the last...

Piku-chan: <Who's evolving now?>

Hatty: <It's... Peechee!>

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Route 2, Unova

(Seemingly realizing that he, too, is evolving, Peechee lets out a scream of delight, and his transformation soon begins.)

Route 2, Unova

(Peechee laughs maniacally, before approaching the fainted Krookodile, still grinning at him and still glowing in the blue light of evolution. He chuckles, then mutters:)

Peechee: (menacingly) <Horrorshow, you merzky Krookodile. Now get out of here. I'll viddy to it that you never return here again.>

(And with that, the light snaps off of his body, and he proceeds to land a scathing uppercut on the Krookodile. Said Krookodile cries out in pain, and proceeds to fly into the air until he is no more than A Twinkle in the Sky, never to be seen again. The newly-evolved Kingler smirks, turning to Orwell- and in a matter of moments his eyes stop glowing red, his manic grin fades, and he happily glomps Orwell.)

Peechee: (delighted) <We did it~! We defeated that gloopy ^note  stupid Krookodile!>

Orwell: (just as delighted) <And you evod addwise!>

Peechee: <I know! This is zammechat—!>

(He laughs, much more lightheartedly.)

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Metropolis Of Vanity

-Just as everyone gets their groove on...-

What?! What are you all doing here? On one of MY dance floors?! Elite Shadow? Get them!

-A large purple Shadow busts in and pushes the blue Shadows off the dance floor-

Edited by Umbramatic on Aug 24th 2020 at 10:26:08 AM

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The Wall

-Vulpecula and AA stand guard by Jackal.-

Vulpecula: "It can't be this easy. Right?"

The Armored Arcanine: <I wouldn't be suprised."

Vulpecula: "So what now, Jackie boy? Turn around and leave?"

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Unova Route 2

Me: Whoa-ho! A Kingler!

Evelyn: Peechee evolved into a Kingler!

-Ian and Evelyn check their Pokédexes.-

Ian and Evelyn's Pokédexes: Kingler, the Pincer Pokémon and the evolved form of Krabby. A Water type. The large pincer has 10000 horsepower of crushing power. However, its huge size makes it unwieldy to use. It waves its huge, over sized claw in the air to communicate with others. But since the claw is so heavy, this Pokémon quickly tires itself out.

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Outskirts of Circhester

In the outer suburbs of Circhester, since swallowed up by the growing city, was a large stately [Jacobean]-revival great house, surrounded by an embarrassingly large lawn bitten constantly by wooloo. This was Audrey End House, Estate of the aristocratic Williams family and now a living history museum managed by the Historical Society of Galar.

The banners outside the house advertise one of the attractions for the exhibit; a cooking demonstration featuring the recipes of Mrs. Cockburn, the William's family's head cook in 1885. "Catch The Galarian Way and Subscribe to the Historical Society of Galar's [YouTube] channel!"

Anyone keen on cooking will be drawn to this like frosmoths to a charmander's tail. Or something.

Right on the side of the great house is parked a 1906 [Renault], with its carriage blocked out by blinds. Beside it is a lady wearing an otherwise meticulously accurate outfit worn by proper ladies of the 1880s and a steampunk gauntlet. Beside her is a Lucario wearing a top hat.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Aug 27th 2020 at 9:14:02 PM

Circhester, Merlin interaction

The J-Team's been... Scattered kind of. Everyone's just out doing their own thing. Which honestly? I kinda prefer because it means there's nothing dangerous going on.

-She takes a beat-

There's... There's something dangerous coming isn't there..?

Vain Dancefloor

Anthem: <Heck yeah, dance battle! Let's go!>

-Rakash sighs and opens up his bestiary because this is looking like it's time to Nav again-

Circhester Outskirts

-It was always a good idea to check out the competition when it came to the field of online cooking demonstration and of course Gale knew quite a bit about the old Galaran cookbooks (she did make something from one back in Motostoke after all) so this little demonstration was hopefully going to be interesting-

-So yeah, Gale was here lingering around the estate house pondering whether to get in on the whole era-appropriate costuming or just stay in her modern clothing. She did gravitate to the carriage and lady with the gauntlet, observing carefully before approaching-

Nice outfit. Antique or is it a recreation? Also love the glove, your work?

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Jackal looked to Vulpecula, "Did you just comment on the difficulty of the mission?"

In a instant over everyone's headsets came, "Captain, the ship is being targeted by wall mounted defenses, you'll have to find another extraction zone, Lamb and Suiko will have to defend the Normandy as we move."

There it was, Jackal let out a sigh, Hayon rubbed his face, ~This is why we don't invoke how fast or difficult something is.~

More guards started to pour out of the doors, a few even carrying actual rifles, Jackal looked around, "We only came for Dr. Matthews, if we have to tear down the Wall while we're at it, so be it."

Anton looked worried, "Uuuuh... I've been here for awhile and I have no pokemon and I'm very much not bullet proof."

"Stay behind V, she can take anything they throw at her."

Anton nodded meekly.

There was a crackle of static and then the Wall's own intercom came to life, "Attention intruders, I do not know who you think you are. All I know is that you have broken the Wall, and the Wall does not break so easily, I have hundreds of men guarding this facility, as well as a custom team for clearing through your mons. Surrender now and your sentence may be lenient, 1 year hard time."

Jackal rolled his eyes, "I believe I speak for my team when I say no."

"Very well, keep in mind if you continue to push, things will only get more difficult."

The intercom died, Jackal looked to the men and mons surrounding him, Charizards, Machamps, Hydregions, Alakazams, Hypnos, and so on, well, this would be a challenge.

He rolled his left arm a bit, "So, who wants to take the first shot?"

Circhester

Theodora: Oh, this old thing? Darling, you tease. It is certainly not a reproduction in the sense most people think. Though one does appreciate modern attempts to recapture the style. As for the gauntlet, it was my father's design. Meant to be functional, really, though I've yet to figure out what it does. That said, it does look rather fetching, does it not?

The lucario tips takes off his hat and bows.

Theodora: Dear me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Theodora. My family once belonged to the landed aristocracy of Circhester, not unlike the people who lived here. This is my trusted companion, Ewan.

Ewan: ~Charmed.~

Theodora: You here for the tour or the demonstration? I'd certainly recommend you do. You might find things about history to be quite eye opening.

The Wall

Taipan: Well. This shouldn't be too difficult.

She tosses out an Incineroar dressed like [Bruce Lee] from [The Green Hornet].

Taipan: Kato, take out the tapirs and the goats. Darkest lariat oughta do the trick. Jacqueline, Silencer.

She lets out an armored Dragonite and Jigglypuff.

Taipan: The Hydreigons. Mistress, the meatheads. Outrage and play rough. And Ophiuchus?

She releases an armored Seaking.

Taipan: The charizards. Hydropump.

Circhester Manor

I'm here for the cooking, might take the tour after. We'll see. But that...

-She stares at the gauntlet-

An heirloom gizmo with no idea what it does? Darling if you're wearing it surely you aren't scared of what it might do so why not give it a test?

-She smiles-

Oh, and I'm Gale Knight. Pleased to meet you.

The Wall

-No reply, must be too busy. That was fine, Gale could deal with...-

Someone else can do firsties, I don't get out the blasters for just anyone these days.

-A thought crossed her mind: A loose Pokemon move or heavens forbid a bullet and this would be another raid to no avail...-

Actually hold on can someone Smokescreen on the veep? I'll get him out and you lot can go nonlethally wild mkay?

-She's already running, hoping just a little that she has either the power or luck to extend her shadowport radius far enough to take on a passenger...-

-Her shadow shivers in anticipation-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Oblivion Wing Perch

"Hang on," Lamb said simply, fire forming in her palms. She let it rage, directing the black smoke into a corner. "I've set up a smokescreen. Not the move proper but it should do." With the fire still burning in her hand, she held it out in front of herself, ready to lob the Fire Blast at anything that would attack the ship, but attempting to ward attacks off.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

The Wall

-Vulp flexes at Jackal's words and positions herself in front of Anton, her left arm behind her protectively.-

Vulpecula: "If you think you can, little bird."

-She cocks her right gauntlet, AA wagging her chainsaw tail eagerly.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"

Route 2, Unova

Kim: (smiling) "Indeed he has."

(Meanwhile, on the field, both Orwell and Peechee are happily celebrating their evolutions into a Crawdaunt and a Kingler, respectively: hugging each other, giving each other high-fives— er, high-claws— and laughing over the victory that they've just achieved before all of a sudden Orwell suddenly blinks and pulls away. All the happiness fades from his face, and it is suddenly replaced by a look of utter terror and fear. Peechee blinks and stares over at him.)

Peechee: <Orwell...? A-are you horrorshow?>

(Orwell blinks with horror.)

Orwell: (in horror) <I just evod... into a waterungoodlobsterpoke... and I batted...>

(Orwell turns to look and sees that Kim is standing directly in front of him, having watched the entire battle.)

Orwell: (horrified) <K-kimbond...? Y-you... you seed the full thing?>

(Kim smiles.)

Kim: "Of course I did. Let's just say... I have a feeling that Krookodile won't be mauling anyone ever again. You're a better battler than you think you are, Orwell. I'm so proud of you."

(He pauses for a few moments- and then the newly-evolved Crawdaunt breaks down into tears. Kim blinks.)

Kim: "...Orwell...?"

Edited by OPALGARNET16 on Aug 25th 2020 at 9:22:15 AM

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