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"Right. So how am I supposed to... actually hold that?" He wasn't sure what Astrid was doing, with her lack of opposable thumbs, but he wasn't at all sure he could replicate it.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Moisturizer. Right." He shuddered again at the memory. "I'm most familiar with the other kind of Vulpix. The fiery kind. As far as I remember they can use Disable sometimes but usually they need to learn it from their parents when they're tiny. Guess that shit doesn't...

Read and reviewed Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Double-Edged.

Welcome to Thousand Roads! I'm here for Catnip Circle, reviewing the prologue. I think you've got an intriguing start here - I don't read much PMD fic so I'm not really familiar with the trends of the genre or exactly how original any given thing is within it, but I liked how the human...

"I don't really fucking know, to be honest. I was never a Pokémon trainer. I guess?" He flipped through his brain. "Wait, yeah, that's the one Meowth learn, isn't it? Yeah. That'd make sense." He'd read up on all the abilities the morphs were likely to develop, way back when. There'd been a time...

"...Sure. Okay." Dave sat down to catch his breath. As the battle hormones wore off and his heartrate slowed, the Poochyena brain seemed to curl up and rest, basically satisfied for now. He shook frost out of his fur as he recovered. Something more pressing occurred to him when the battle haze...

Dave bit her paw as hard as he could, then leapt back, wary, waiting for her next move. If there was one. Maybe they were done? How long was a sparring match supposed to go on for, anyway?

Dave watched the dummies move, muscles tense, anticipating a return. He bared his teeth, ready to ambush when she came out. Steady... Astrid barreled outward from a different place, and he jumped aside in surprise, only to jump straight into a blast of frigid air. A sharp, deep cold wormed its...

Dave snapped his jaws shut, fluffing his fur in dismay. So this was how she wanted to play this? "Seriously? I thought we were going to have a fucking battle here, not a game of hide and seek like a couple of..." Wait. Something was happening. There was a power lacing his words, something...

Dave braced himself for impact, wincing at the stinging ice crystals in the air - but just as he hit Astrid, she said something, and... his mind blanked. He landed in a skid on the floor and suddenly couldn't remember what he'd just done. He'd attacked, in some breathtakingly simple way, and -...

The Weather Ball barreled into him just as he was finishing the attack; he had no time to try to get out of the way. A deep, freezing cold threw him back into the wall and clung to him even as he tried to shake it out of his fur. "Ow, fuck." He crawled back to his feet, gritting his teeth...

"Yeah, well, I don't remember asking you to." Was this a bad idea? It might have been a bad idea. But fuck it. Already his pulse was quickening, instincts sizing up the Vulpix, fur fluffing up. But he wasn't so far gone he'd just rush in without a thought. Gaze fixed on Astrid, muscles tense...

"Oh, hi. You were...?" He had probably heard the Vulpix's name at some point, but hell if he remembered. "...Actually, if you're here to train, we might as well, you know, fight each other. Probably better than the dummies." It was kind of weird as hell looking at a Vulpix that was about the...

Dave had spent the time since the battle against Sushi and Sashimi mostly sullenly following along, asking questions, trying to figure out the mechanics of this world, which with the whole speech about dungeons were beginning to sound increasingly like... maybe not a board game, but a video...

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Read and reviewed the prologue for the envy of eden!

Here for Catnip Circle, reviewing the prologue! I think the imagery here is really lovely, this frozen tableau of a grand battle, and the specific details you name convey something stark and beautiful - Hilda's expression and dust-smeared face, Reshiram's eyes having the intensity of a dying...

Dave watched with interest as the energy Truffle produced healed him, fixed bone and muscle, vanquished the pain. Pokémon healing wasn't quite this clean in his universe, but still impressive. His body still felt light and delicate somehow, like he couldn't do much at all, but he was fine. He...

"Hah. Thanks." Dave grinned. "It's pretty great." Dave glanced back towards the Zangoose and his extremely forced grin. Ugh. Was he seriously trying to make Dave like him now? Good grief. He turned back to Cynthian and pretended not to have heard Zane.