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The weather was warming in Destiny Village, melting snow and setting trees and flowers to bud. The beach remained cold, though, and bleak, gusts of wind off the water cutting and chill. Nate picked his way over the rocks even more slowly than usual, wobbling unsteadily on his hind legs. Despite...

Nate's going to set aside his search for big pokémon for now. It's been a while since he's talked with Buffet... He'll invite the hydreigon to dinner and ask him a few questions about spirits. - Buffet can't sense either of S'more and Xerneas' spirits, is that right? Any idea why that might be...

"Yeah! Ascension! Hmmm... Who would you want to turn into if that happened? Hmm. Maybe Cobalion? Or, or! What about Zapdos? I think you'd make a good Zapdos!" "Seyka's right," Nate said harshly. "We got a lot of catching up to do. Alone." Rocky wilted for a moment, but then Nate tried to...

"No, I ain't... I ain't hurt," Nate said. He poked himself again. Still felt it. But then the mewtwo and its attacks had sure as hell felt real, too, hadn't they? If he'd started thinking about evolving instead, then maybe-- "You evolved!" Rocky beamed, forming up into his usual infernape...

"No! Seyka!" Nate struggled against the mewtwo's psychic grip. It weakened, ever so slightly, as the silent pokémon turned, glowing eyes fixing on the skarmory instead of Nate. "Get out of here! We're fucked, just get back to the entrance and--" Nate's throat closed up. The air was growing hot...

"Shit, yeah. Don't seem like there'd be much point sticking around if you couldn't even eat," Nate said. All the rest of that about being useless, though. Seemed like a real theme with the skarmory. Nate regarded him uneasily, not sure what he could say to that, or if he should say anything at...

"Ha! I know. The niceness is fucking weird." It sounded like Seyka's world wasn't quite so sunshine and roses and shit, even if it was all pokémon. Kinda reassuring, in a way. "What do you mean about wanting to go home to your brother being selfish, though? Sounds reasonable enough to me." He...

Damn. That was more strategy kinda talk than Nate thought he'd heard from Seyka at any point in the past. "Charging to watch the Maple cagefight, huh?" he said, and laughed weakly. "Seems like a decent plan. Like you said, she ain't gonna stop no time soon. Pretty steady source of money." He...

"Oh, God, yeah. The egg shit." It wasn't really a surprise, all things considered. What was more uncomfortable was the implication that the familiars weren't in their final form... and probably nobody knew what the fuck a necrozma/eternatus/dark matter/nate hybrid was going to evolve into...

Nate laughed. Yeah, that was Seyka. Totally zen and kinda morbid as always. "Well, I dunno. The trees probably don't like Rocky too much. He's burned enough of 'em down, fire-type and all." The rough path led deeper into the forest, and here and there stars glimmered through gaps in the forest...

Nate stared into the trees. It was nighttime beneath them, just like always. Supposedly the place was supposed to be clear now, without the "curse" or whatever the fuck that was. It was nothing more than a dungeon now. Which was still likely to be pretty fucked up, since all dungeons were, but...

Yeah... He's really mad...

Vix! It's Vix! Hi, Vix. I hope you're doing okay out in the voidlands. I--whoah! I'm falling, I, I think I'm going to land soon! I'm getting close! Where are you? Aim for someplace with buildings and shit, I don't want to have to haul ass to the fucking wilderness. I'm trying...

"Right, like I'm the one making this fucking weird!" Nate yelled over his shoulder. He wasn't about to stick around and continue the argument, though. Fuck this. He slammed out of the house and stormed off into the street, fuming. Well, whatever. Whatever. He had been insane to even consider...

Wow! You look so cool now, Owen! Do you feel super powerful? Can you do cool new stuff? I wish I could evolve... How about you wish for another brain cell or two first? How's the view from I-got-my-dumb-ass-shot-into-the-stratosphere? You're just jealous because you know you can't...

Nate changes tack for a moment. Instead of asking around about the big pokémon, he'll ask whether anyone's seen a strange dark mewtwo with a red star on its chest, or a dark haze, or some kind of weird red storm. If so, where, when, and in what context. He'll try to plot what he's learned so...

This was so fucking stupid. What the hell was her damage? "Well ex-fucking-scuse me for thinking it might be a big deal if I didn't ask you and just invited the guy to live here without no fucking warning. I'm glad you're so chill about that shit, though. Like I was also thinking maybe we could...

Oh, for fuck's sake. "No, really, it ain't important. I just thought it might be a nice thing to do, since we got plenty of room and all. If I was Silver, I wouldn't be too happy with the arrangements. But it was just something I thought, I didn't expect to get a fucking interrogation about it...

Welcome! Glad to hear you're getting back into fanfic. It's always nice to find your way back to something that you used to enjoy. Pokémon Black and SoulSilver are both excellent choices; I love the DS-era games, too! Hope you've been enjoying your summer break so far and that your writing's...

Jesus Christ, he was really fucking this up. "Nah, I was joking. After how long it took to find each other, I doubt they're gonna want to split up anytime soon." He shook his head and started for the door. "Forget I mentioned it, huh? It ain't important. It's nice we got a bit of extra room...