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Ichiro froze. For a moment, he'd achieved it. Absolution. Yet... there was no way Mel actually meant that. What he'd done had been so utterly monstrous that blanket forgiveness could never cover it. Mel probably thought that he'd been jailed purely for collaborating with that rogue god, anyway...

"Thanks. Appreciate it," Ichiro said. Ichiro hummed. "Well, our worlds probably differ in this, but it's good to be sure." Ichiro clicked his tongue. "Damn," he said. "This place aged poorly. But, hey, the other group found a whimsical magic instrument, too. That's gotta count for something."

Ichiro raised a brow at Mel's comment, but then realized that her world must have worked differently from his. "Well, I was a trainer, actually. Once, as a kid. Gained some companions, too. But that was ancient history by the time Arceus reached out to me. The actual reason he did that was..."...

Ichiro eyed Mel. Her previous appearance as a human hadn't struck him as especially historical, but he supposed the MP3 player was outdated. How outdated, he couldn't say for sure, as he'd never been an avid follower of tech, and he hadn't exactly had any friends at school growing up. "Ah...

"Cinnabar? Yeah, I'm from Pallet," said Ichiro. "As for news, though, I wouldn't say I recall anything that big happening there recently. 'Course, if you stretch the definition of 'recently', there was the eruption of 146 After Burning. That was about a decade ago for me." Ichiro, not being...

"Finally," Ichiro said as the apparition disappeared. When the miasma from the crystals reached his nostrils, he let out a small growl of discomfort. He eyed the melodica with curiosity, however. "Sure, it seems important," Ichiro said. "But someone else will have to carry it unless you want my...

Ichiro dodged, though the blast caught his tail - the body part he wasn't used to getting out of harm's way. It felt like getting the blood drained out of it. She's strong... he thought, or I'm weak. Can do, Ichiro thought back. He bounded for the crystals and let loose another fiery blast.

I saw it too, said Ichiro. You take a closer look. We'll distract her. Melody had already gotten to work, taunting the legend. Ichiro thought a bit on how he should do his own part before sighing inaudibly and tapping into his old self for sufficient prickness. "Yeah!" he barked out, etching a...

Unprepared for the force of the wind, Ichiro tumbled down with an embarrassing whine. Instincts, however - whether from this new body or from his past training as a human - kicked in and uprighted him soon after. Ichiro felt a knocking on his mind. Once the initial shock and panic that it was...

Ichiro stared dumbly at the once-human-now-tumbleweed until he registered that they had just entered a fight. He could think about what exactly Melody was later. He leaped back to put some distance between himself and Enamorus as he gathered the fire in his throat, and didn't advance again until...

Ichiro opened and closed his mouth. So Melody could read minds... or something to that effect. It was a good thing he was a dark type or else he'd be one stray memory away from making her terrified of him... He supposed also that he'd really been ignoring the crystals as well. That was just a...

It was too subtle. Ichiro found the statement odd, but had no idea there was anything more to it. Ichiro hummed. So that was what was going on. Ichiro glanced at Volo. It hadn't even occurred to him that they were facing one of the Forces of Nature of myth. He supposed that held no personal...

Ichiro let out a breath. Well, I'm glad we don't have to fight, but coming all this way and then leaving doesn't feel productive... "What exactly happened?" Ichiro asked. "What made Meloetta leave?"

Ichiro would have cursed if he didn't realize Enamorus was probably always going to find some reason to attack them. It seemed like defusing the situation wasn't going to work, but Ichiro agreed that it was still worth a try. He snuffed out the flame in his throat and spoke. "Listen to her. A...

Ichiro thought that 'why don't you come a little closer so I can see you properly' sounded an awful lot like the Big Bad Houndoom disguised as the grandma trying to eat Little Red -- you'd know all about that -- but it wasn't as if they had many options. He hesitated to be the one to trigger...