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Also! I would like to make yet another announcement / QoL improvement for you guys, if you would like to take it. This is known as the "automatic inventory." You can see in my official signup here that I have added another entry to it at the bottom...

"I think I saw a vase in there that we can probably empty out for you," Owen offered, nodding. "Me, I already set up my bed and got some meditating done. It was really refreshing, actually!"

The plot has been advanced to evening! Anybody can attend this scene. Be sure to end or wrap up anything you have taking place during Day 1 ~ Afternoon. https://forums.thousandroads.net/index.php?threads/treasure-town-main-square.394/post-5925

<><><> Evening fell upon Treasure Town for what some felt could have been the last time. If they weren't able to stop Magikarp in time, then it would come to the town and smash it into the ground... All those homes and livelihoods, buried. And that wasn't even beginning to go over what it would...

Got it, I'll revise that. Also, since it looks like the roleplays haven't been very active, I'll take that to mean everyone's waiting for me to advance to evening. I'll get to that soon!

"Yeah!" Owen said, waving goodbye once Cabot started to leave. Instead, he settled on setting up his bed early--he had been awake for longer than they all had, after all--and decided to get some early meditating done. He didn't really know why he settled on meditation so automatically... Maybe...

Owen nodded, looking at the last bit of Oran juice on his claws before licking them clean. He wondered how Orans worked here; it felt like eating them was more effective where he was from, perhaps because of how the energy worked... But perhaps for Cabot's world, it was different. Here, maybe...

"Uh--" Owen shook his head. "Right, sorry, I--something tells me that isn't how I use those back home." He cleared his throat and looked ahead. "Going all-out sounds like it could be fun... I just hope I don't get tired after just a few seconds of battling!" He ate the last of his berry...

Owen blinked, staring oddly at Cabot. "What... are you doing?" he said, not hearing Cabot's original proposal until later, in which he quickly nodded, "Er, and yeah, sure, but--what're you doing?"

"It's alright," Owen replied, taking another bite. Only another bite's worth remained, now. "Not your fault or anything." Then, with a sigh, he leaned the back of his head against the wall. "Diyem, what was I like?" Insufferable. Owen giggled, rolling his eyes. "Alright, I think that's enough...

Owen laughed hollowly. "Well, I wouldn't know, would I?" he asked, tilting his head to give Cabot a sidelong glance. Peeling the Oran felt foreign; he lifted it and bit directly into the flesh, pulling a third of it away in one bite.

Owen didn't reply immediately to that, and while he had remembered about his berry, and mimicked Cabot's motions to tend to and open it, he had stopped before actually breaking the skin. "...Yeah..." He trailed off, staring at the top of the berry like it was an eye staring back at him. A...

Everything before has been logged.

Thanks for the review, Espy! I'll respond more thoroughly later, but I like the theories you've got going~ Chapter 51 – Fickle Soul “Mbbfffrr…” Anam slimed his way into his makeshift home in Hot Spot Cave, curling around his favorite rock until it was completely drenched in his purple goo. “I...

1. No, Shield is one of the few Supports that are lasting, and can't be re-cast until the original one is done / you intentionally nullify the original one. 2. The attack that breaks the shield does 0 damage to the shielded unit, regardless. 3. No. 4. Ahh, sorry! I revised/rebalanced Support...

Oh no, I'll have to refer you to Pokemon Resources for that one, Astrid, Diyem deadpanned. Sensitivity training.

"I think so," Owen said, walking to the wall nearest to the beds. "It was sort of a new team member. He knew a lot about, uh, fighting, I think, and he wanted to teach me a few techniques with a more, y'know, hands-on approach. He could've warned me that it'd be intensive, but... Somehow I think...

Owen graciously took the Oran and nodded. "I think so," he said. "I had a little flash of memory of me sparring with someone. I didn't do too well against them, though..." He tittered nervously, scratching the back of his head "A Lucario. Kept smashing me in the face. I think I kept hitting the...

"That early?" Owen asked, tapping his nose as the bleeding slowly subsided. He frowned, disappointed. "Maybe you guys don't bleed as easily where you're from. For some reason, I feel like drawing a little blood isn't a big deal where I'm from..." He suddenly squeezed his eyes shut tight. "Agh...

"Thanks," Owen said, finally removing his hands from his face, revealing a small stream of blood coming from his right nostril. He sniffled, getting rid of most of it, and asked, "Feel like your strength is coming back a little?"