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Mightyena rambled on, ears up and listening hard for Clink's soft voice in the midst of all of it. Nate caught her watching him as she went on and raised an eyebrow. "What? Talking about me, is that it?" Mightyena wagged her tail, and Nate snorted, turning away again with his arms crossed over...

Mightyena tensed when the klefki dropped onto her back--and she didn't exactly relax when they started whispering in her ear. Like she hadn't been worried enough before. Mightyena wished there was some way to signal back to Clink that she understood, or ask a question, but she couldn't think of...

Mightyena pawed lightly at the ground, a gesture of faint embarrassment. "I don't think so, unfortunately. My trainer isn't one who can understand what I say, and he has a lot more trouble understanding flat things than most humans, for some reason."

Must have been? Mightyena's ears flattened in dismay. "You don't remember what happened at all, then? Can you tell me the last thing that happened that you do remember?" Nate, seeing only the nod and having none of the context, bulled straight along. "Okay, so what are you wor--ow!" He was...

"I mean, yeah, I kinda got that part," Nate said. "Some people might be pissed if they found somebody else where they wanted to go, but usually they'd just, you know, grumble a bit and find another spot. Or ask the other guy to leave. Polite, like. It's all this blah blah fuck you that I don't...

"We didn't see too much," Mightyena said. "It sounds a lot like what the boy with the swampert down there said. Red eyes, mostly. But... do you mean you got attacked, too? Is that how you got poisoned?" Nate couldn't understand a word of what was being said, but it seemed to him like the keys...

Nate's eyebrows rose, and he couldn't help his lips quirking up at the corners. Was this guy for real? What the hell was his deal? Nate was sure he didn't want to know. Who signed up for a rant by some nutjob who went around stabbing people for no reason? If his goal was to not go back to the...

Mightyena's tail lifted slightly, and she hesitated on the verge of brushing her situation off with a "fine." It didn't seem quite right to, though, knowing something of how Clink must have been feeling itself. "We've been better," she admitted. "But what about you? I heard a flower healed you...

"Well, so much for the hoopa being behind it," Nate said, sitting near the back of the room with his arms crossed, glowering at the stage. "Could be faking, of course. Wonder what pokémon it was that saved the swampert guy. One that didn't want people to know what it was, or just one that fucked...

Nate barked a laugh. "What, is that really the best you've got? At least call me a cumdumpster or a wanktoaster or some shit, put a bit of effort into it." Mightyena took a slow look between the eeveelutions and their trainer. She wasn't sure that she could trust their judgement; even if their...

Really? They were going to play this game, were they? "Okay, fine, stand there if you want, then," Nate said. He sat back down heavily on the slimy, mossy boulder. Honestly, fucking off back to the hotel room would in all respects be preferable, except that it would make this prick think he'd...

"Nice." Nate folded his arms. "I meant more like, wasn't there somebody supposed to be watching you and making sure you didn't fucking stab no other people?" Oh, right, one of the cops had gone missing. But surely they would have reassigned the other guy to... Oh, yeah. Probably they would have...

And what was coming up the path, what was setting Mightyena off, turned out to be... Wes. Nate relaxed immediately. Well, not a marauding pokémon by any means. Nate ruffled Mightyena's ears. "Hey, come on, it's just--" Mightyena let out a loud bark, and Nate flinched. "Seriously, cool it," he...

All the discussion, all the looking for clues, it all got exhausting. Not to mention the whole badly-injured-energy-drained-half-dead thing, that was also the tiniest bit tiring. Maybe Nate would have been feeling all gung-ho to track down some murderous bastard under ordinary circumstances, but...

Didn’t realize you’d posted this. Glad to see it up! I think this makes for a fun glimpse into Nip’s pre-story life. It feels like a sequence with a lot of little tidbits that might become important later. There’s the ominous little mention of Umbra, for example. I wonder if we’ll end up hearing...

I totally missed the start of this, but I’m hoping to keep up going forward! I’m enjoying this spin on Mystery Dungeon guild life, where we’re looking more at the admin than the exploring. Weird thing to say! But the worldbuilding and the little dramas between the various guild members makes...

Once the results have been put out, we can certainly do a collection for any stories that end up getting published on AO3!

"Wouldn't be surprised if there was some kind of mind control fuckery going on," Nate said. "Psychic legends and all. They do that shit. Though I dunno why somebody with mind-control powers would bother with a disguise." There could be some kind of constraints on the power, of course. If...

Okay, I'm done collecting all the entries, and the judges are ready to begin their work! At this point, if you have not received a response to your entry, let me know ASAP, because that means I missed it! We had an outstanding amount of participation this year, with a total of twenty-one contest...

Whoops, missed this. You are free to talk about your work with the other participants, just not the judges! So feel free to post your questionnaire, just either put it in the current contest discussion thread or in a new thread that's clearly related to the contest so the judges know to stay out...