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Fighting 3.8: Necessity Cuicatl A Lifetime Ago… You can’t decide if you like the snow or not. It makes it harder to tell where the barely frozen puddles are hidden, and on Route 8 some of those puddles house stunfisk that will not react kindly to someone stepping on them as they hibernate. At...

Wrote 2k words today.

I've already done 2.5 arcs of anime titles, so now we're switching to sarcastic YA chapter titles

“Thank you!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright...” Psychic surgery to split her in half. What had she gotten herself into now? Probably best to deal with any sensitive business before she made alterations to her mind...

Three options. Cuicatl didn’t like herself. She certainly did not want to share a body with a clone of her mind. The third was by far the most appealing but... she knew that her shade(s) might not be ready for months. She might have evolved by then. There was really only one option. Too bad...

Unproductive, then, but not actively harmful. “Right. I haven’t really let other people into my mind since he died. Makes sense that it’s closed.”

It was simultaneously more and less invasive than psychic contact with her brother. Should she be thinking about him? Would that help or hurt things? Help, maybe. She tried to focus on as much as she knew about him as possible. If this was wrong, she'd probably be asked to stop...

“Yeah, guess I’m as close as I’m going to get...” Her defenses couldn’t be too potent anymore, right? They had been tied to her powers, which were gone now.

I said it in chat, but I guess it bears repeating: Lance is European and Wataru is Japanese. If he was both he would be Chris. Chris worships Sonic. Wataru worships dragons. Sonic is not a dragon. Wataru and Lance cannot be the same person.

Persephone Unravels Spring Kanto and Johto share a league. It wouldn’t make sense for their to be an overlap of typings. Chris’s dad used to be a fire-type gym leader. Until he died. Or so he wants you to think. But who else is a fire-type Gym Leader? Blaine. Blaine, who must have only become a...

“Sure, just let me meditate first. Back home I would sometimes hurt psychics who tried to look...” Turned out, meditating was really hard under the circumstances. “...sorry, this is taking a while.”

“I’m Cuicatl.” She repeated what she’d told Raspberry, doing her best to keep her voice almost as calm as the Xatu’s.

"I wasn't, no. But I had some of the powers of a psychic-type pokemon. And also a twin, who had the same powers. We kind of shared minds sometimes. He died. I'm. I'm not over it. Radiance and shadows make mental things real, right? That probably screwed it up." I probably screwed it up. That's...

"I'm not, no."

"Oh! Yeah, I'll take as many as you want to give. Thank you!" Still hope. Still. Hope.

"I think I might want to be alone for this. I, um, I think I know why evolution didn't really work, but it's... personal."

Cuicatl started to follow the floating voice. There were no footsteps, so it was a little difficult. "Yes... I evolved and there was a small problem."

Cuicatl did her best to follow and stay silent, because she wasn’t sure what she would say if she spoke. Her brother continued to breath softly into their back.

This was fine. This was fine. She was fine. This was okay. She was okay. Maybe he couldn’t be in this body because he was in in stone. Then he could have a body of his own when this was all over. She gently reached down and picked the head up before moving it onto her back. She made sure to...