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Herbert40k Since: Apr, 2012
#586651: Jul 17th 2025 at 9:06:47 PM

Galar Wild Area

-Whitt's ice knives fly towards the Reaper... and pass right through the space he occupied a moment earlier, as Ferrum collapses the rock he was pinned to by closing his fist.-

Ferrum: Well now, hold on. I'm not taking the joker outta the deck if that ain't part of the game.

-The Reaper tries to crawl away, only for the length of rebar to punch through his thigh and pin it to the ground instead.-

The Reaper(?): Gnnngh...!

Ferrum: I seen those interviews you done. Cooling and breaking rocks to save people from volcanoes like some kinda boulder-punching asshole. It was clever, but... well. Someone's gotta shut you up eventually, and might as well be someone who'll enjoy it, right?

-He steps forward, tossing his hammer up over his head - and as it descends, it splits in two, accumlulating new matter and reforming into two seperate hammers each at least as large as the original.-

Ferrum: You wanna compare? 'Cause it sure looks like mine's bigger.

theoncominghoop Since: Sep, 2018
#586652: Jul 18th 2025 at 1:11:14 PM

Galar Wild Area

"I had a feeling this wasn't exactly a social occasion," says Whitt. "But unfortunately I can't let you kill me. Nothing personal, just that if you of all people were the one to finish me off then I'd die all over again out of the shame." He pauses. "I don't like you. In case that wasn't clear."

He covers Horus's blades in a thick, deadly frost. "Oh by the way, thanks for cutting that one trainer's arm off. I've been strangled like ten times by the bandages that replaced it, so I'm considering all of those times to be your fault. Not that I didn't think you were a dick before that."

Whitt rushes at Ferrum, pulling the tips of Horus along the ground. Ice spreads from the points he touches, covering much of the field in ice and snow and frost as he moves. He reaches Ferrum and brings both swords around in a swing intended to cut Ferrum into several smaller Ferrums.

Herbert40k Since: Apr, 2012
#586653: Jul 18th 2025 at 3:54:24 PM

Galar Wild Area

-Ferrum doesn't move from where he's standing.-

Ferrum: Now that there is just uncivil, Whitty. Y'all can hardly blame me if you ain't willing to follow through and finish the job. You got a lame pup yapping at your heels?

-One of his hammers springs forth from his hand and reshapes itself into a shield, blocking Horus's swings. The other shifts to take on a bladed edge.-

Ferrum: You put it down.

-He charges forward, swinging his hammer in a bisecting stroke as his Bronzong emerges from behind him and sends a hail of metal shrapnel flying at Whitt.-

Bronzong used Flash Cannon!

theoncominghoop Since: Sep, 2018
#586654: Jul 18th 2025 at 4:53:12 PM

Galar Wild Area

Whitt brings his swords around to block the strike, but swords are not best suited to block giant hammers and so the force of the blow sends him flying backwards. He lands on his back but quickly gets back upright and on his knees.

"Magnezone!" he yells. Magnezone appears from its ball and fires its own Flash Cannon that collides with Bronzong's and creates a loud ringing sound.

"Ullr!" He barks. Ullr once again emerges from their ball and starts to use Blizzard. Whitt puts his hand on them and his eyes glow purple as he transfers some of his cold energy, and the Blizzard doubles in size.

"Don't talk to me about not finishing the job!" he yells. "You're the one that didn't even manage to kill that arsehole in the first place. At least I have the excuse that they're stacking immortality by now!"

Xabbynip09 Local idiot who is a sucker for cute 2d boys from America Since: Jul, 2021 Relationship Status: I know
Local idiot who is a sucker for cute 2d boys
#586655: Jul 18th 2025 at 6:49:52 PM

The stormchaser, Yukari's room

Yukari: -finishes reading- I see...I can handle organzing just find, but working at a office job doesn't suit me. At any case, I should do more research. Oh, that reminds me...do you reccomend this book about jobs for trainers, or this book about jobs related to working with Pokémon?

Alphinaud: Yukari, you didn't have to-

Alisaie: Who cares about that?! This room looks like a bloody mess!!

Alisaie is right on that; Yukari's room is a mess because she has been buying books related to jobs.

Yukari: What do you mean? I have one section I already read and the other for the ones I haven't read.

Alisaie: Isn't the ship alive?! Can you ask the ship to get you a shelf?!

Yukari: I mean, I see no point doing that.

Alisaie: How the seven hells did I get myself into this?

Alphinaud: ...In other words, you're refering to the fact you don't know what you want to be, yes?

Yukari: Yeah...I mean, Yasu knows what he wants to do in the future, but as for myself...I don't know. No matter how many jobs I search, I always find myself thinking "It doesn't fit me" and keep searching. I guess I'm stuck being s trainer until my last breath is-

And Aliase just slapped Yukari, shocking her and Alphinaud.

Alisaie: Stop being so pessimistic about this. You're not the only fool who felt this well. I swear to gods, if I ever hear you moping that shit again, I will not hesitate at giving you the last breath.

Alphinaud: You can't threaten someone like that! You'll get kick out of the team for it.

Alisaie: Well, I'm not the one soothing her hide over this!

Yukari: She's right, Alphinaud...

Alphinaud: Have you try asking your friends and or family? Maybe they can help.

Yukari: Thanks you two. I'll consider asking for some help on that.

“You bowl with 3 middle fingers” Oh hey, a troper wall
rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (Before Recorded History) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#586656: Jul 20th 2025 at 8:58:37 PM

Somewhere in Unova

-Looking at the Moon in waning crescent form-

Chiyo: Today's the anniversary of the Moon landing, you know?

Iris: And that's why we're out here?

-To Iris-

Indeed, a most momentous occasion.

Chiyo: And all using technology roughly on par with a cheap calculator.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 20th 2025 at 12:04:21 PM

Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.
rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (Before Recorded History) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#586657: Jul 21st 2025 at 8:58:24 PM

North Province Area Two

-Looking around the bamboo forest-

It's been a year since... that happened.

-Eyes spotting some bone shards-

And the School has yet to deliver its retaliation on us for it. Makes me nervous.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 21st 2025 at 12:01:12 PM

Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.
Xabbynip09 Local idiot who is a sucker for cute 2d boys from America Since: Jul, 2021 Relationship Status: I know
Local idiot who is a sucker for cute 2d boys
#586658: Jul 23rd 2025 at 12:07:52 AM

Outside of the stormchaser

Yukari: Okay, so, I've been worry that ever since Whitt is trying to do something and I'm just concerned that no matter what we do, Whitt will somehow win and I don't know why. So, hence why I'm just talking to you guys.

Kiel: <Aw, Yukari, it's nice to know that-

Forte: <No offense, but this is the worst excuse for the writer to put all of your mons together late at night.>

Yukari: Look, I get...that, but I'm fearing the worst here. I mean, sure Lead is lucky to have Yasu, but since he's and Dad are in Kalos, I have to protect him from any danger. However, I can't just die, you know what I'm saying?

Kiel: <Hmm, I guess you make a good point. If you die, then there's a chance that Lead may die if he isn't careful.>

Yukari: Now, I trust Lead and all, but with the recent events so far, my gut is telling me that I should think of something before it's too late.

Forte: <Then...why not just move to Kalos? Besides, Joker has been wanting to move somewhere and need something to do besides battling.>

Yukari: You make a good point, just gotta ask and see if the J-team is okay with relocating a few of us to Kalos within a few months.

Kiel: <Or, just get the whole team relocated to Kalos; Better than nothing if you ask me.>

Yukari: Again, it depends on them. Sure, Yasu and father went to Kalos on their own, but I have to check and see.

Textspace

To: J-Team
From: Yukari
Now, I don't know what are we going to do when it comes to Whitt and haven't seen nor heard from him, but in case shit hits the fan in some way, we could just simply relocate to Kalos. Of course, I don't mind if this gets rejected, but I'm just worried about some of the school children like Lead.

“You bowl with 3 middle fingers” Oh hey, a troper wall
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586659: Jul 23rd 2025 at 9:21:05 PM

Stormchaser(?)

Megan: birfday ,

Pippy: <...there are better ways to celebrate than facedown in bed, you know.>

Megan: the floor .

No mind to think. No will to break.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586660: Jul 27th 2025 at 8:12:12 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

Addie: -entirely truthfully- <I won't!>

-she brushes some of the dust from her fur, shaking until static sparks anew—and watches a miracle of life:-

Addie: <Pokémon mediating while the humans banter makes the world go round. Would I betray that sacred trust?>

-a Pokémon or Pokémon changing narrative hands-

Bisharp: -sharpens its blades next to Adelinde, cutting free of my control-

Logan: -dryly- Not serious, thankfully, but I didn't want you to get hurt at all.

-they check for if her hearing's coming back at all, or if they need to mouth or sign-

Logan: -clasping her hand- Thank you for trusting me to get you out of there. Are you alright? Shaken or injured anywhere else...?

-they look concerned-

Logan: You're not in trouble with your company yet, are you?

Paldea, Grasswither Shrine - some time ago

Abilene: -snort- A steely-down pillow? Some fool with more sentiment than sense, no doubt. That most ingenious of fools, taking comfort from the sensation of being scratched…

-her whole demeanor transforms with a soft look on her face-

Abilene: -pivoting back, sneer- Though that's rich coming from a man marketing carbon fiber to a broad consumer base.

-she mounts her Tropius-

Abilene: -glib- Speakest thou of bourgeois comforts? Mull over what feathers bring you comfort, cousin mine, though I understand that occurs once in a blue moon…or was it blue, precisely?

Sapinda used Flash!

-haughty as her master, Sapinda's tail-fronds alight-

Abilene: Now keep up.

-and she does the reverse, taking to the skies-


Abilene: -calling back, over the wind- Certainly I keep track of the J_Team's haven! And you should, too!

(-possibly over Louis's cellphone, possibly through the skies-)

Abilene: …whatever else I may think of them, they possess infinite living quarters, a steady supply of food and clean water, and extend them to all and sundry. No questions asked - not even one.

-not a hint of kayfabe to her-

Abilene: …you and I know better than most how precious such things are.

(-though it's convenient for her that she's saying so where it's so difficult to hear-)

Edited by Asterisk395 on Jul 27th 2025 at 10:38:46 AM

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586661: Jul 27th 2025 at 11:24:33 PM

East Province Area Three - Surface

Camazotz: <I don't know what you would or wouldn't do. And I lack my usual ability to impose my will. I can only make requests.>

-while Adelinde attempts to wave off Logan-

Adelinde: I'm fine. I've been hurt before, I mend. Why wouldn't I trust you? You're competent and you know what you're doing.

I don't think my superiors will be too bothered. We tend to move slowly.

-she stares down at the clasped hand-

-the Bisharp watches the interaction curiously-

Camazotz: <You seem intrigued. Feeling an absence of power?>

Bisharp: <Rarely.>

Camazotz: <Hmm. Not a no.>

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#586662: Jul 28th 2025 at 3:42:35 PM

Asimov Island

Ezekiel Thriers watched over the testing zone. Down below in it, was easily the craziest astronaut he had as part of Asimov. He rubbed his face a bit, watching the Astronaut fight off simulated attackers, the simtech from PEFE had been great, part of him had always wanted a holodeck, training new astronauts had been a dream with it.

But here it was, it's purpose in building a bright future being twisted instead to see how well one man could fight.

"Rough time?" someone beside him asked.

Zeke looked over and saw the woman, Roxanne Ribeon-Grant, as she went by. "Yeah," he responded. "Just... I dunno, disappointed?"

Roxy leaned on the railing with him, looking down below. "Disappointed huh?"

"Well yeah," Zeke said. "Look at him, bright guy with a good future and here he is, prepping for a fight. He has the most advanced spaceship we've ever seen, it was built as some expensive yacht we were gonna try selling and he's turned it into... a warship!"

Roxy smiled and gave a light shrug, before wincing as she saw the fighter below take a punch to the jaw by a Lucario. "Yeah, life has a sense of humor. He always wanted to be an adventurer, but I don't know if this was the idea of adventure he had. It's just the one we ended up with."

Zeke let out a sigh. "What about you?"

"Me?" Roxy asked.

"Well yeah, what kind of adventure did you want?"

That took her off guard, she thought about it and said. "It's probably selfish of me, but the adventures we've had are more of what I wanted. I grew up in a- err... I mean-"

Zeke sighed. "Look we know about your past. We've seen several portals to other universes, this isn't too surprising."

Roxy crossed her arms. "Okay, rude. Nobody told me anyone knew."

"Sorry."

Roxy's face scrunched up a bit. "Honestly, every day of just being... me, being this version of me has been an adventure. All the crazy tauroshit that happens to us, from the constant attacks, the ventures to other worlds, everything! I love it all!"

A smile appeared. "I wouldn't give anything more to be this me. I've surrounded myself with friends and loved ones who like me, who want to go on adventures with me and deal with the crazy nonsense we handle!"

Zeke admitted, it sounded nice. "So, no regrets?"

"Nah, none. Even nearly dying was a hoot. Got to meet some amazing doctors from it, and the reconstruction made me even stronger!" Roxy replied, flexing. "Though my therapist says that isn't the healthiest response."

Zeke let out a scoff. "Honestly, Ben Sisko himself didn't have a very healthy response to most of what he went through."

"... Right! Solar Quest, Deep Space Nine! Good series!"

"The best, second to The Original Series," Zeke said. "So... no regrets for anything?"

Roxy gave it some thought. "Next time Kai offers a smooch, I'm gonna try and be the one doing the flustering, not getting flustered."

A big dumb grin crossed her face, and Zeke couldn't help but start laughing. "Damn. Damn you two really have gotten up to some crazy stuff."

"Yeah..."

The two sighed, and then Zeke looked down at the fighting sim, seeing the fighter splayed out on the ground. "The hell is Silas up to anyways?"

"Trying to trigger his Ego Burst again," Roxy replied.

"His what?"

rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (Before Recorded History) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#586663: Jul 28th 2025 at 6:14:34 PM

Stormchaser, today

Iris: -Sitting at her bed- It's been a year since I got a name. A lot's happened since then, Dr. Tagg and Chiyo are nice but ...I miss Ms. Lydia.

Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586664: Jul 29th 2025 at 7:06:26 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

-still holding her hand, Logan giggles-

Logan: You'd be amazed what a bar that is to clear.

-their expression scrunches up a moment, wry-

Logan: The number of times I had to convince people I knew what I was doing! Even after over a decade doing it. -they sigh-

Logan: ...even in life-or-death.

-...they shake their head, return to warmth, and drop just one of their hands from the clasp-

Logan: We'll be well clear of the interference just a few meters that way, I'd wager.

(-Addie's fur bristles-)

Logan: Any lingering business before we set out?

(-as one, the Pawniard lock up and scatter-)

(-the Cufant trundles after them, the Nacli huddles closer to Logan's neck, and from the direction they fled...-)

???: -grinning- Heyyy, Scythe.

(-a burbling of Wishiwashi, and the steady plip of their tears-)

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586665: Jul 29th 2025 at 8:15:49 PM

East Province Area Three - Surface

Adelinde: That's because people are idiots. Anyone who would doubt your skills has no business sitting in judgement.

-she gets to her feet, wiping away some of the blood from her ear-

Adelinde: I think we're good to go. Do you have a teleporter, or do you need—

-Templar-

-Adelinde places herself between Logan and the new arrival as casually as she can-

Adelinde: (modulating her voice as carefully as she can) Did someone suggest to you that you were needed here? If so, they should be fired.

Stormchaser Environs

Ever: Okay, that's enough time to think. Come on, let's go.

Neodymium: -puffs out a breath- Lavender.

Lavender: -Espathra-

Ever: Huh.

Neodymium: That's right. She's evolved already.

Ever: Oh, that wasn't what I was huh-ing about. Are you a monotyper? I feel like I've failed as a mentor.

Neodymium: You're not a mentor. You're one more in a long list of irritating obstacles between me and my mission.

Ever: I wonder if I was this annoying as a teenager. I probably was.

Neodymium: And I'm not a teenager! Do you know how many Schoolkids live this long? I've probably outlasted my entire class by now!

Ever: Oh, that is a very sad thing to be bragging about.

Neodymium: I am going to knock out all your Pokemon. And then I'm going to kick you in the face.

Ever: Well, there's no need to get personal.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586666: Jul 30th 2025 at 6:50:22 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

-placed behind Adelinde, Logan's eyes flicker—another lightning-bright moment of deduction-

-but the newcomer...ostensibly isn't aggressing at all-

???: -smiles-

-close-cropped blue hair and a lean, well-muscled frame; the cocky grin of someone aware they take up space and—not only unashamed, but reveling in it-

-her buzz cut* rest beneath...something resembling an ushanka, and rather than Adelinde's unique sense of style, she seems to be wearing...-

-purple camo-

Regna Regia, the Shoaling

-a cloud of Wishiwashi hovers about and above her like drones, perpetually weeping—as Wishiwashi, at least, tend to-

Regna: Why the attitude? Can't I say "hi" to a friendly face?

(-a product of necessity, Adelinde would know—a captain in the field; a frontliner on the war against Iron-)

-if she could grow herself with a mouthful of razor teeth, she would have-

Regna: -leaning around, grinning at Logan- Hi.

Logan: Hello! I'm so sorry—your colleague was helping me in some official Ranger business. The severe disturbances to territorial instinct and migration pattern...she's been invaluable in directing me toward areas of interest.

Regna: Toward, huh?

Logan: -sheepish- Yes, to displaced Pokémon! I might have been searching around here for days, haha—with this, I can head back to base lickety-split!

Regna: Damn. Don't make law enforcement like they used to.

-Logan's smile dims a few degrees-

Logan: Not exactly law enforcement.

Regna: Shame. Always get on well with cops.

-losing interest for the moment, she turns back to Adelinde-

Regna: Not here for you, Scythe. I'm on assignment! Competition is fierce. Business cutthroat! Just a little, ah...

-she flicks ash from her fingertips-

Regna: "Corporate acquisitions"?

-Logan's eyes follow the ash as it falls-

PMD Neoquest, past - Capture Room

-a memory may stir within Neo...!-

Abilene: -dour- Ace Trainers...

-Neo's mentor this room's vendor stands at a table, polishing her son the oddly leafy, familiar-looking Voltorb-

Dipteryx "Tonka" H!Voltorb: -bzzt-

Abilene: Congratulations on the new captures, by the by. Though one can't help but notice they follow a theme...

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586667: Jul 30th 2025 at 11:02:02 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

Adelinde: Sure. Well, my work here is done already, and I was just leaving. Need a ride?

~You know how I know you're not here for me, Regna? Because they sent you on your own.~

~The human here doesn't know about the School. Avoid changing that, if you don't mind.~

Stormchaser Environs

-the power of Kalosian condescension shines within Neodymium-

Neodymium: If you know something, you focus on it. Specialist beats generalist, any day.

Ever: By all means, let's test that theory. Cornflower, Shadow Sneak.

Neodymium: Psychic Terrain!

-once again, Cornflower rakes her blades through the ground, her shadow spiraling out and closing in on Lavender-

Lavender: <Please. You're just another obstacle to step over.>

-who gleams with light, as the grass turns to brilliant magenta crystal-

Ever: Well. You're certainly in sync with your Pokemon. I've seen better Psychic Terrain, honestly.

Neodymium: Good enough to stop you cold.

-with no shadow, there's no Shadow Sneak. Cornflower takes a startled step back-

Ever: You're fine.

Cornflower: <I wasn't worried about that!>

Ever: Good! Shadow Claw!

Neodymium: Psychic!

-Ever raises their eyebrows-

Lavender: <I'm going to crush you under my heels.>

Cornflower: <I'm not sure if you're aware, but traditionally knights slay monsters.>

Lavender: <Eh. Survivorship bias.>

-her eyes glow, and the crystal field explodes-

Ever: Now.

-and Cornflower bolts forward. Shrouded with smoke and flames, she slips into the shadows of the crystal barrage, phasing through it and turning the crystal to ash in her wake-

Ever: Not a bad trick, but throwing physical attacks at a ghost—

Neodymium used Light Screen!

Ever: thewhatnow

-as Lavender brings down the crystal shards, now charged with psychic energy, Neodymium flicks out her hand, panels appearing in the air-

-and turning a spearing fall into something aimed-

Neodymium and Lavender used...uh. Max Rockfall? Somehow?

Lavender: <Most knights end up prey for dragons. I guess you're most knights.>

-Ever recalls Cornflower, eyebrows still raised-

Ever: And you said I cheated.

Neodymium: You're the one who set the rules. I never agreed.

-Ever grins-

Ever: You are so right.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
rmctagg09 The Wanderer from Brooklyn, NY (Before Recorded History) Relationship Status: I won't say I'm in love
The Wanderer
#586668: Jul 30th 2025 at 8:59:02 PM

Nacrene City

Iris: -Taking a bite of her beef patty after taking a sip of Pinap Soda- It's spicy... very spicy.

-To Iris-

But it's good, isn't it?

Iris: -Nods-

Just remember to continue eating it from the side instead of the top, otherwise you'll end up spilling meat everywhere. Something I had to learn from experience.

Iris: It also looks like an empanada.

Well they do have a partial origin in common, it's believed they are partially derived from Paldean empanadas and Galarian pasties between both of them taking control of the island at different points, alongside other influences.

-Thinking-

Kinda like how Paldean immigrants introduced the malasada to Alola, though in that case less violence was involved.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Jul 30th 2025 at 12:02:24 PM

Hugging a Vanillite will give you frostbite.
EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#586669: Jul 31st 2025 at 6:36:36 AM

Asimov Island

Silas chugged a sports drink, panting a bit. "Arceus..."

~You know you'd probably be less winded had you taken less knocks,~ Hacks replied.

Silas eyed him. "Really? You think so?"

A smile crept across Hacks's snout. ~I dunno, maybe try blocking my fists of fury with your face more.~

Silas grumbled a bit and looked away. "Still no closer to figuring out the trigger. I've only managed it about... huh I think 3 times?"

~3?~

"Yeah, once in that mental world I got stuck in when Gabriel was working me over."

Hacks stared at the surgery scars along Silas's back, faint studs implanted along his spine. ~Yeah that tracks.~

"Once when we were escaping from Gabriel's fortress... and then the last time when Rory and I had that little spar."

The two were left to sit and think it over, Hacks let out a huff and then asked. ~Why does it matter? You got us in your team.~

"I feel bad letting you guys do all the fighting, like in a regular old match sure. That's fair game... but how many villains do we know play fair?"

~How many did you let escape prison?~ Hacks countered.

Silas narrowed his eyes at his lucario, Hacks said nothing and crossed his arms. The two sat there and stared at each other until Roxy came over. She shook her head and let out a sigh. "Come on you two, you're 30, are you gonna behave like children right now?"

~To be fair, we are essentially siblings, we've always sort of ribbed each other.~

"Aren't brothers supposed to love each other?"

"We do," Silas responded. "He and I just have the relationship of giving each other grief, it works for us. We do care, we just also like to poke and rib each other."

~Trust me, if we had an actual problem I would be far worse.~

Roxy sat down beside the two. "If you say so... what's the big problem here?"

"Still have no idea how I trigger that whole... burst thing, I don't know the mechanism, the trigger. And I don't know who I'd even talk to-"

Roxy stared at Silas as he began to ramble, she nodded along bit by bit, slowly pulling out her phone and scrolling through the contacts, before putting it in front of him. Silas blinked as he looked at the phone, it was a picture of Pentigan with the contact listed as "Broody".

He looked to Roxy, who nodded, giving him a look of "you idiot". He let out a bit of a laugh, a small smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, he pulled out his phone and slowly began to compose a message.

To: Sorcerer(?) - Pentigan
From: Silas

Hey, got something sort of interesting and semi-magical. You're one of the few people I know that has knowledge into that sort of deeper realm. Can we meet up somewhere?

Silas clicked send, and Roxy nodded. "See, isn't that much easier?"

"Thank you," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

"You're welcome... by the way... you call Pent Sorcerer?" Roxy asked.

"You call Pent Broody?" Roxy shot back.

Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586670: Jul 31st 2025 at 8:16:33 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

-her mental presence is as toothy-edged as ever-

Regna: ~Oh, Scythe. It's just a human. Who's going to miss one?~

-she eyes Addie hungrily-

Regna: ~But you want it thrown off the scent so bad, it could think about one of its pets...~

Logan: ...so, you know about that, do you?

Regna: ?

-their affect has dropped—a stern coldness overtakes their warmth-

Logan: It was only a matter of time, I suppose. Couldn't keep it under wraps forever, though how we tried...

-...Regna settles into a deceptively casual stance, eyes narrowing-

-Logan clasps their hands in front of their chest, gazing up with shining eyes, pleading-

Logan: But please! Paradox Beasts are dangerous!

-...-

Logan: I know there's profit in it—Mesprit knows how Trainers can get—but please, for your own sake, leave handling them to wildlife experts. You're worth more than the latest fad.

Regna: ...wh—

Logan: No, no, don't say anything. Your higher-ups are pressuring you, your role is competitive—I get it. You need something solid.

-they lift their finger to an earpiece-

Logan: If you'll wait just a moment, my associate can give you a full presentation to deliver at the next board meeting. I can go over some of the finer points—I fancy myself something of an orator...

-the Templar stares at this earnest, glittery creature-

Regna: -to Adelinde- ...yeah, I could use a ride.

Logan: -rummaging- I have a pamphlet, if you have a moment—

Regna: Hurry.

 Stormchaser, memory 

Abilene: Haha! Yes! That's the way!

-she recovers from her bout of exultation, but can't stop a grin from spreading across her face-

Abilene: That is...your way, and none other.

-a Pokémon hands her a decanter of Grepa juice, because she's Kalosian-

Abilene: Today I am honored to work alongside a fellow specialist, Miss Neodymium. To making our histories work for us, and for those in our care.

-she toasts, to an imaginary puppetteer-

Abilene: To the wires we see, and cut or wield...

-and shines with a fierce, unconditional pride-

-she doesn't say it, but it doesn't take a telepath to hear:- -"I'm rooting for you, kid"-

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586671: Jul 31st 2025 at 11:27:19 AM

East Province Area Three - Surface

~I like this one. They have discipline and skill. They lack refinement, but—~

-Logan does that-

Adelinde: ...Yes, perhaps we should go. Maybe...send me that pamphlet at a later date.

-she takes a step towards Regna, and— -

Camazotz: <It's been real. And it's been fun. But it hasn't been real fun.>

Kzzt...

Stormchaser Environs

Ever: One down for each of us— we could keep going, but two on two seems fine. Aetnaea!

-they send out a Tinkaton-

Neodymium: You're mocking me.

Ever: Only a little.

Lavender: <Another knight in shining armor?>

Aetnaea: <Nah. I forge the armor and the gold the dragon sits on.>

-she rests the hammer on her shoulder-

Aetnaea: <I know how to break it all, too.>

Lavender: <You are just the cutest. I'll kill you last.>

Neodymium: Lumina Crash!

Ever: Skitter Smack!

-as Lavender's eyes glow, Aetnaea presses a button on her hammer, which starts to vibrate-

Aetnaea: <For example! The frequencies utilized by Bug-types for communication are highly disruptive to the concentration of psychic energies!>

-she charges headlong into Lavender's eyebeams-

Lavender: <Nice look at your mind there.>

Aetnaea: <Can't unhinge where there was never a door in the first place!>

-and plows through to smack Lavender with her hammer, cutting off the attack-

Aetnaea's Sp. Def fell harshly!

Lavender's Sp. Atk fell!

Ever: Not sure that trade went in your favor, Neodymium.

Neodymium: That's because humans aren't very good at math. Shall I prove it for you?

Ever: By all means! Gigaton Hammer, s'il-vous plait.

Aetnaea: <One hammer coming right up!>

Neodymium: Lumina Crash, once again!

-Aetnaea braces, and her hammer clicks into place, the parts all expanding outwards-

-Lavender's eyes glow again. The glow is a little dimmer than before, but it's amplified by the crystals of the Psychic Terrain-

-they both go for it-

-turns out Neodymium's math was right-

Ever: Well, dang.

-they recall Aetnaea as Neodymium marches towards them-

Ever: Not bad. So, now that you've won—

-and kicks them in the face-

Ever: Ow.

Neodymium: Told you.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586672: Jul 31st 2025 at 3:30:33 PM

East Province Area Three - Surface

-as Adelinde turns to go (taking Regna decidedly with her), Logan's pamphlet fervor fades, and they shoot her one last sweet smile-

Logan: Take care, now.

-then the wall of schooling Wishiwashi comes down between them-

Bzzt...

-...-

Logan: -long exhale-

Addie: -shudder- <Like looking into a Sharpedo's mouth.>

Operator Ditty: Logan? What's your status? What was that about a pamphlet?

Logan: Nothing, nothing. Biome status confirmed: the Titan is displaced, and decidedly tetchy.

Ditty: Copy. Primal Energy readings on the ground? Did you actually print a pamphlet?

Logan: Skewing heavily toward Electric and Ground—disrupts electronics and teleportation, surprisingly, and unsettling Steel-types in particular. The sort of thing that makes a print copy nice, Ditty.

Ditty: Full of confidential information?!

Logan: -prim- It is important not to be bluffing.

Ditty: Ah, you.

-they set the Nacli on the ground, giving it a pat on the head-

Nacli: -sparkles gaily-

Logan: Let's get a long way away from here.

Ditty: I'm not making a slideshow.

Addie: <I'll make the slideshow.>

-...-

Ditty: ...you okay?

-Logan watches the Nacli give one last chirp, waddling off into the distance-

Logan: ...yeah, think so.

-they draw a Sign on the ground, and do-

Somewhere(?)

-dozens of dead fish stream out of a point in the air-

Regna Regia: Ahh, you always took a liking to weaklings, didn't you, Scythe?

-she dumps a sack off to the side, a puff of ash spilling free—the remains of her quarry-

-the Templar-hunting Iron Noise-

Regna Regia: -sneer, wiggling fingers- What's next? Gonna train a human into a ✨stone cold killer?✨

-a Basculin with a bow swims up to her, not giving the drone swarm a second glance-

Regna Regia: Izzat right? Is she gonna polish a pack of pyrite 'til it's gold?

Basculin: <Arf!>

-the dead Wishiwashi make a noise that could be a laugh-

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586673: Jul 31st 2025 at 3:56:33 PM

Somewhere(?)

Adelinde: Regna, if I'd taught you, you might have made something of yourself yet.

-she stretches a bit-

-a few blades flicker in the air-

Bisharp: <What exactly is going on here?>

Camazotz: <Oh, our trainers like to posture. It's a whole thing, it's usually not a problem.>

Bisharp: <What do you mean, our? She's a Vow Breaker—>

Camazotz: <And yet here you are. If you want to get stronger, you've found the right place.>

Bisharp: <...Hm.>

Adelinde: -using a Psycho Cut to file a nail that got scraped underground, and a few more to clear the dirt off her coat- They have the mind of a Templar. A better mind than some Templars, even. I confess I think they're interesting.

Unless that's a problem?

Stormchaser Environs

-Neodymium goes through Ever's pockets for loose change-

Ever: Normally this is done more politely.

-Neodymium ignores this-

Ever: So what's your plan now?

Neodymium: Weirdly, I don't actually need to tell you anything.

Ever: Oh, but humor me. I'm harmless. How exactly are you planning to find the School again? We've been trying, and it's not easy.

Neodymium: That's because you're all morons. They look for Truants. Once I get far enough from your stupid ship, someone will find me.

Ever: And...kill you?

Neodymium: They'll take me back once I tell them what I know about you all.

Ever: Cute thinking. And the fact that you're supposed to be dead?

Neodymium: Presumably a clever ploy to get me under your noses.

Ever: So your friends won't face any consequences? Mom and big sis?

Neodymium: Ew. What's wrong with you.

Ever: Just cause of the whole failure thing.

Neodymium: I'm not a failure anymore. Would a failure have just battled free of the J-team?

Ever: Right. Got it.

-Neodymium collects what money she feels entitled to (all of it (Ever: Hey!)) and starts to go-

Ever: Oh! Hey. Quick question.

Neodymium: What part of "I don't have to answer your questions" didn't sink in?

Ever: Right, yeah. What happens to Lavender though?

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Jul 31st 2025 at 3:57:10 AM

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Asterisk395 No voice to cry suffering from Hallownest Since: Dec, 2017 Relationship Status: With my statistically significant other
No voice to cry suffering
#586674: Jul 31st 2025 at 5:05:04 PM

Somewhere(?)

Regna Regia: Baby, baby, baby, that's your problem!

-she gives the Basculin one last vigorous cuddle, then stands, stretching her arms over her head-

Regna Regia: Always going on about teaching and learning—when it's about the genes, man!

-the Basculin doesn't banter with Camazotz, only lolling its tongue out of its mouth—after all, they've never met before-

-Regna strides a pace too close to Adelinde, sneering-

Regna Regia: If you gotta polish and polish and polish to get anywhere, does that really make you any better than a human?

-her Wishiwashi dive through the space behind her, tearing meaty chunks with a drumming like hail-

Regna Regia: Like that one. No killing instinct. Soft hands. Weak.

-and their little bellies are full, and they float into corners to digest-

Regna Regia: Ooooh, stop me if you've heard this before—my memory's not what it used to be, haha!

-she always says this-

Regna Regia: Guess an interest never made the cut on what to keep.

-she pops the 'p', lolling her head-

-which eventually rolls around to Adelinde's retinue-

Regna Regia: 'f you ask me, the bigger problem's that. A Dark-type? No fun to play with...

Basculin: <Play! Play!>

No mind to think. No will to break.
memyselfandI2 Dunsparce Cloud from The Biosphere Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Hooked on a feeling
Dunsparce Cloud
#586675: Jul 31st 2025 at 6:34:35 PM

Somewhere (?)

Adelinde: Then you've consigned yourself to eternal mediocrity? Harsh.

-she doesn't flinch back as Regna approaches-

Adelinde: The killing instinct can be taught. Hands grow calluses. I mean, not mine, but someone's, I'm sure.

-she raises one eyebrow-

-and then shrugs, flicking Regna with a fingertip-

Adelinde: Move along. I've been itching to kill someone all [day/week/months]. Don't make my list, alright, Regia?

Stormchaser, Environs

Neodymium: Lavender? She's mine.

Lavender: <We're going to get my vengeance soon, right?>

Neodymium: Of course. Relax.

Lavender: <Okay yay.>

Ever: Huh. That wasn't really the impression I got of Pokemon with you guys.

Neodymium: What exactly would you know?

Ever: Well, I eavesdrop on your team. You know your Indeedee killed the last version of you?

Neodymium: ...Of course I did.

Ever: Well, you've gotten a little better at lying. Did you catch Aileen? I assumed the School gave her to you.

Neodymium: When they were prepping me for fieldwork!

Ever: Right. But not yours? You didn't catch her?

Neodymium: Ugh, just make your point so I can kick you in the face again and leave.

Ever: Do you really think they're going to let you keep her?

Neodymium: Aileen?

Ever: Lavender. She's a friend. You care about each other. You trained her, you're in sync. They'll take her away from you and give her to some more promising School agent.

Neodymium: ...That would be sub-optimal.

Ever: Oh, kiddo. Sub-optimal? If the School does what you think they'll do all the time, why are you still alive?

Neodymium: ...If I'm alive, the School wanted me to be.

Ever: No. You're alive because Molybdenum wanted you to be. And your friend, the other kid. They put you here. Because they love you.

-they hop to their feet as Neodymium stalks towards them-

Ever: What do you think will happen if you show up again? To them? To your new friend who you worked so hard to make? Do you think it'll all go back to normal now that you've seen—

Neodymium: You have got to stop talking.

-she kicks Ever in the face again-

-and misses, as Ever leans out of the way-

Ever: You know, I wasn't done talking. It's rude to interrupt.

Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.

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