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Everyone was having their meet and greet in a mostly friendly manner with no particular stress, for the most part, befalling them. The skies were blue; the grass was green. And then... they both started, slowly, to shift a shade of red. Purple clouds began to roll across the horizon. A wind...

"Might help, might not," Green said flatly. "I think if we do it too much, it'll... make things worse. But I'm tougher than that. I can handle it once or twice..." "And it might be a good way to get a proper opening..." Yellow glanced at Blue, who shrugged. "Maybe. Possibly. Who knows? It'll...

Reshiram nodded. "Seeing things with my power, and seeing into the future--particularly when outside forces are involved... can muddle things. It was certainly the first thing we tried, but ultimately we couldn't tell." Reshiram nodded sagely. "Still, it's good to know that you've been allies. I...

This time, the attacks did something tangible. Potluck skidded back on his feet, but he was still standing, and despite the gashes and scorches along his body, the ice forming over the wounds, he was still holding strong. "Wow! Was that one of your famous onslaughts?! That's so cool! Okay! But...

Totally Vanilla Mafia (Newcomer Friendly Edition) Player List: Altair [Galarian Yamask] (Inkedust) Anti-Bravoman "Anti" xxDarklord99xx [Human?] (Windskull) Astrid [Alolan Ninetales] (TheGOAT) Bartholomew [Rotom in a yellow 3DS] (Equitial) Clovis LeClair [Human] (Sinderella) Ebony [Houndoom]...

And that's a wrap! Signups are CLOSED! Stay tuned in the coming hours for the opening and day-0 post, followed later (probably measured in hours as well, or the next day) by your role PMs! Edit: We have a late arrival that happened to catch me at just the right time before I finalized things...

The dust settled, and then Potluck looked down at Brisa, grinning. "That was cool!" he said. He looked like he had a few scratches on his chitinous forelegs. "My turn!"

Reshiram nodded. "It is true, my role in the world is abstract and not well-defined. In truth, it is more of a figurehead role; my true role in this world is to act as one of Arceus' enforcers, should something truly terrible happen. For example, should your presences in this world have been...

The three seemed to shift slightly. This was definitely an uncomfortable topic. "When a Substitute is separate from its host for a very long time, when it finally dies, the memories that come back are substantial. If the person the Substitute became is particularly different, the unification...

"Maybe..." Green frowned, thoughtful. "That's... possible, ain't it? Problem is, we don't know for sure one way or the other if we can make a power that attractive, especially since it was so powerful already, right? I mean, taking over the moon... Anything we offer would be one hell of a risk."...

-And the other posts related to this. Diyem refuses most of these offers, saying that he needs time to recover. However, a few days later, he announced to the others that he might be ready to talk, but not to overwhelm him. This will require a scene. Chip seems preoccupied with something...

They both replied with the same message, "what how. are you drunk" But in the end, they both decided to head over or remain where they were, and they wobbled their way to the holding cells. "Heyyyyy buddy," Blue said, waving at Yellow, who grimaced. "What, you got him shitfaced to cooperate?"...

Potluck giggled. "Okay! That's okay! If you want to set things up, then I will, too!" And then, he crouched down, and the lights that passively emanated from his body seemed to intensify. His irises swirled with colors and his giggles were nonstop. "Heehee, aw, c'mon! You can do better than...

"Part... of our mission," Blue went on, "is the whole thing, y'know? Gotta keep info separate until we get back to Prime, gotta... mission it up." He waved his right hand in a swirling motion. "That way, if any get caught, they won't give info where the others'd be..."

"Zekrom and I... can differ at times, but in the end, we have learned to find common ground. She sees the future of ideals; I see the truth of the present. There is not necessarily a reason that one cannot build toward the other. On the battlefield, of course... Zekrom is focused on her best...

"Oh, that's right, that's right." Reshiram nodded. "Yes, Zekrom paid a visit or two after her battle against you. Very good job, by the way. The way you battle was directly an answer to the way she does. Hm. Hm." Reshiram hummed to himself. "I doubt that you would have quite an easy time against...

They'd gone to the bar, and then returned a little while later, Blue Soda having taken a drink that was bubbly and blue to match. By the time he was walking back with Dave, there was a noticeable wobble that he occasionally had in his step. "Hey," Soda slurred, "let's go'n... talk to Green an'...

More silence, and then Soda made a long, long sigh. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, fine."

"Fuck," Soda muttered, like it actually pained him to hear the word. He didn't make eye contact with Dave. "Fuck..." He turned again, claws digging into his wrists. He didn't do anything else. Silent. Mulling things over...

He stared, long and hard, and glared at the shields around him with disdain. He knew at some level what those shields meant, and in some regard perhaps it meant Dave wanted to protect him. But the silence that followed was long and tense. Soda seemed to be waiting for the barriers to fall, but...