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The gardevoir turned and stared at Nate for what felt like an entire minute. What, was there something on his face? What the fuck was this guy's damage? "Nate," he said warily. "Don't think I ever caught your name." "And I'm Rocky!" the familiar said brightly. "What're you looking for? I bet we...

Nate was on his way to the colosseum, Rocky in tow because he always fucking was, these days. There wasn't anything particularly interesting scheduled today, but it was such a relief to finally be able to go outside and fucking walk around without getting knocked down by a migraine that he'd...

Nate asks Rocky to write a letter for Karat, telling him that the Blacklight Mewtwo has recovered enough to leave the infirmary, and that he's being taken care of by someone who wants to remain anonymous, but looking for him around Parfait Way would be a good bet. Perhaps if Karat's feeling...

Thanks to everyone who's given their input on this! I'm going to summarize what my takeaways have been from the conversation so far. - There is general interest in a casual, catnip-like event, but for art. The idea would be to keep it low-stress/low complexity and run it for 2-4 days. Organizer...

It was weird to think about, Eien and Maple, bouncing around out in space, slowly drawing closer and closer to each other without even realizing it. How long had Eien been a "shadow eternatus," anyway? He hadn't thought it was anywhere near as long as Maple'd been out and roaming around. Nate...

Nate's eye twitched. That fucking evolution thing again. Not that it mattered. "Yeah, we'll be out of your hair in a second," he said, over Rocky's psychic booing. He hesitated. "Just... one last thing. Maple. Do you really think all this--like meeting up with Eien, the whole dark eternatus...

"Heh, yeah. You'll have to be careful, won't you?" Nate said. "You won't have her around to bail you out if you get into trouble." He kind of thought they should... maybe leave. Maple asked Joule about the thing, great, it sounded like they'd be able to work something out. Nate really didn't...

"Uh, well. How long do your missions usually take?" Nate said. "If you're gone for a few weeks, I guess, yeah, that's like some mortal jobs. But if you're going away for years...?"

Well, that sounded... good? Nate had kind of expected a bigger change, but Maple had been kind of preoccupied lately. "Oh, so--" Nate flinched when Joule burst through a portal, as bright as ever. Why did the guy always have to be so fucking loud? "What?" he said, struggling to keep up with...

"Yeah. I guess if Diyem thinks it will, well, he'd know better than anybody." Nate leaned back on the log, looking down at his feet. They were muddy, which was not a surprise, because that's how the whole forest was right now. "Must be weird, after all those years going after Dark Matters, like...

There have been some Discord discussions recently about some kind of event for creating art and/or writing for other people's stories: maybe quick sketches or drabbles, maybe something more involved. I thought I'd start a thread here to get a sense of whether people might be interested in some...

"Defanging," huh? That sure didn't sound like a good time. "Wow. On a team with Sword and Shield, huh? That's... quite a mental image." Sword was bound to have a good time. Sword was bound to be the only one having a good time. "What about the whole, I don't know, accepting Dark Matter thing? I...

"Oh? So Diyem didn't put him back? He's, like, still out here in Cibus somewhere...?" Presumably that meant Diyem had, like, adopted him, right? At least for now? The guy seemed like he was acquiring kids left and right. "Have you thought about, erm, where you're going to put him? If you need to...

"That was great!" Rocky said, beaming, when Maple sent her message. "You're really brave. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you and Joule!" Nate grimaced and rubbed at his gills when Maple tried to change the subject. It felt a bit silly to be talking about this compared to something like...

"Don't think I agree that it shouldn't be hard," Nate said. "It is hard, right? But you've done hard things before." "You should ask now!" Rocky said, jumping to his feet with his flames blazing. "Don't put it off, like you said!" Nate cringed, watching his chance at asking anything about...

"Don't think it's silly," Nate said. "Ain't much can touch you in a fight, but depending on what Joule answers, it could hurt a lot. Of course you don't want to ask." He sighed and looked off into the trees. "I got kinda the same thing I gotta ask somebody if I ever get home. Shit sucks." "I...

"Sometimes people change. Sometimes they don't," Nate said. "Like sometimes when people get older, they decide they want to stop traveling, heroing, all that shit, find someplace to call home. Happens all the time in my world. Or around here. Seems like most of the legends on Cibus mostly want...

A bag of potatoes? Never mind, that wrapped right back around into being horrifying again. Nate did his best to suppress a grimace, and his mental image of the process. "Oh, yeah? Is that kind of a necrozma thing, flying around in space? I don't know very much about them." Or maybe it was just...

"Oh, so that's how it's going to work?" Nate said. "That's a relief. I was kinda wondering if they were gonna have to, like. Turn you inside out, you know, to get everybody back." He tugged on one of his gills sheepishly. It did sound kinda stupid, but, like, well. How the fuck were you...

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Nate said. "The blanket thing, anyway. Least being this size doesn't feel as small as it ought to." So why? he didn't ask, or at least not for now. Instead saw a convenient fallen tree to sit on, and did so, Rocky settling in next to him. "Glad I ran into you...