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Person after person. Soul after soul. Meandering toward the strange pillar. Most seemed happy. Whimsical, even. But it was too many at once. Lots of people. Potential danger? Confusion? Nova stepped back, ears and head crept drooping. Body language saying not to approach. He glanced at the...

"Arrivals?" Nova narrowed his eyes. "So, you two are behind this?" Was this some sort of kidnapping? "Explain yourselves."

"Wasn't talking to you," Nova said to Shiron. "That's the Phantom." He pointed a right foreleg at Arctozolt. "A zicklezolt head and arctoveil rear reeks of mutation. A corroded soul that—" The type: full staggered back. No, no, no, no. Why was he doing this? Trying to make everyone fear him...

The thing was just annoyed. Just ann— No. It dropped profanity. It was clearly hostile. But its movements didn't— Hostile, hostile, hostile. "Stand back and drop the dirty language or I will take steps to make sure your threatening behavior is neutralized." Nova's cheek bolts flickered like...

"There is no such species designation in my database." What was he saying? Why was this stupid programming bubbling up now? Fight it, Nova! This wasn't him. It hadn't been for... for... How long had it been anyway? How long— "Mutant. Phantom." His blue eyes flickered. "Your soul must be...

It sounded sincere enough. Flustered, uneven tone. Suggestive of fear. Nova still felt... off, but his body was still larger. Way larger than a marshtomp's... and far, far bigger than the ducklett that showed up not long after. "What's going on here?" His blue eyes darted around. "Where are w—"...

A voice. Voice meant another body. Hostiles? Nova scrambled to his feet, head crest fanning out. Marshtomp. Water/ground. Usually with Torrent. Slow and clumsy. Grass strikes from behind optim— No! No, no, no. He couldn't think like that. Why were those impulses bubbling up now? Whoever this...

Chains. Thick and heavy. Dragging him down. Down, down, down. The surface— the light grew farther and farther. Sealed by chain— no, a red chain. Weaving over and over upon itself until it blocked out everything. No sights. No sounds. Emptiness? Trapped within a void? ... No, he'd felt this...

Chapter 60: Praepollens Fortitudo "You saw that, right?" Molayne pressed his goggles against his face. "An emerald comet. It has to be Lord Rayquaza!" He tightly gripped Magnezone's railing. "He's here to save us from the eruption!" That was the most awake Molayne had sounded since Seifer met...

A cute piece, and one that clearly establishes itself as an ES prequel piece of sorts within the first paragraph. The nice thing about the one-shot is that it uses the repetitive structure well, jumping to different places from the canon world that hold importance to each of your four heroic...

Fs out to the poor souls reading this on sites without embeded text stuff. The hightongue bit is suitably fancy and stuff but it does screech the pace to a halt when I have to stop to pull up the embed (or, thinking as someone not reading it on TR, constantly scroll back and forth for the...

Chapter 59: Fist of the Warmth Star "Everyone, please! Stay in line! We're getting you onto the ships as fast as we can!" Despite a human policewoman talking into a megaphone from atop a hovering metang, Seifer saw people pushing and shoving. Some humans had smaller humans in their arms...

Chapter 58: City Slicking I'd say I'm pretty new to this journaling thing. Don't even remember who suggested it. The group leader? Maybe one of the Diyems? Guess my memory is getting fuzzier, but when you were once mortal, some things stick. I bet some gods have every memory filed away neatly...

Chapter 57: Getting Hot in the Kitchen Eternatus' insides looked identical to outer space. Blackness filled with occasional colorful spots denoting other planets it had absorbed. Yuna expected something more... horrifying, given everything Eternatus-related she'd experienced up to this point...

Chapter 56: Cosmogeny Hey Vincent, Sorry for the cloak and dagger routine, but I need to use the analog method for this one. Overseers are mobilizing, but it's to keep nearby worlds from getting dragged closer to POV-2020. It's real bad. I'm hearing reports of Whisper sightings. They want me...

Chapter 55: Type: Full of It All personnel, please be advised of an uptick in Ruinous Whispers in the realms neighboring POV-2020. As a reminder, worlds plagued by instabilities will find souls leaking into Ginnungagap. These spirits are shackled by the chaotic space-time energy of the cosmic...

This is even more storybook than Fledglings opening. Which, uh, I guess makes sense if this originally came first? [checks notes] I'm unsure why all the narration is italicized. It doesn't seem to add much except be an unnecessary pain with formatting. If it's supposed to a be a stylistic thing...

Chapter 54: Somber Musings Diva Project first phase was successful. The subject took the maximum allotted dose of proto-ether with no visible adverse effects. Energy readings remained persistently elevated compared to her pre-treatment tests. The next step will remain confidential, even to...

Level of Prize (Forum Companion, Level 1, Level 2, or Level 3): Level 2 Type of Prize (Art, Review, Beta, or Misc): Art Preferred Method of Contact: Discord

As one does in the world of pokeymanz. In a vacuum, this is a very... non Alolan set of names for an Alolan lady. And her grouchy salamence. Are we sure Niki didn't have a case of driver vs. steering wheel racoon eyes? Ah, yes, everyone's favorite batshit crazy Voice thingy retired to parsing...