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"You... trained?" Clink gave him a baffled look, then shrugged it off. Perhaps that was just how their world was... "That is impressive." Orzo stared at her, puzzled by the question. He glanced at Chef Flygon. "Seafood? Fish. Does your world not have plain fish and other ocean creatures?" Chef...

The bottle opened with some difficulty, as if it hadn't been touched, much less opened in many years... It finally gave way and a strange, ghostly sort of energy coalesced from the bottle, pooling on the floor and shifting... Changing into a shape of some kind... The shape and the colors...

"Magnificent!" Xavian declared as Gen placed the plate in front him. Chef Flygon followed behind, setting down another plate for everyone, with seafood and quiche. A nostalgic smile slipped across Xavian's face. "It smells just like classic Kalosian crepes..." He delicately cut a piece off...

"But a battle stimulates the appetite! Food after a battle tastes the best, if you ask me." He shrugged neutrally. "Although I suppose it's not for everyone either." "All kinds of keys!" Clink said casually. "I have a lot of keys I have just for fun that don't lead anywhere. I just like having...

The chest clicked open to reveal a single object. Something that looked almost like a vase or a bottle of some kind. The top was long and narrow and almost looked like a Hoopa face, whilst the bottom was circular and a gray color with gold rings. The eyes of the bottle give anyone who gazes...

"Nice to meet you," they said. "Guns?" Clink asked. Oh... They stared at Zack for a moment. "They're okay," they said neutrally, making a sort of shrugging motion. Not cruel, just confused. "I like keys better," they said simply. Xavian gave the flexing Pidgeot a puzzled glance but shrugged...

The hatch opened to reveal a small cubby, only perhaps the size of a Bulbasaur. Inside say three nearly empty jars, filled with some kind of liquid. One gray, one dark pinkish, and one yellow. Three brushes stained the same colors lay inside as well, and the smell of dye from before was stronger...

Name: Him/Fry/Possum/Mango (he is one of many names) Species: What in tarnation!? ( Cowboy Possum) Personality: Be rootin, be tootin, by good be shootin but most of all, be kind Appearance: Backstory/Additional notes: No one knows where this stranger hails from. Where did he come from? Where...

Clink gave him a momentary puzzled look at his slightly odd behaviour, but shrugged it off. "Hello to you as well! I don't think we've met, what's your names?" "It's a pleasure to be here!" If he'd noticed Seb's nervousness, he said nothing. Or perhaps he was too preoccupied. "I'm really...

Just before he left, Nurse Joy grabbed him firmly by the arm. It would be useless to try to keep him here, even if she did hope he'd get more rest. "Be careful. Whoever did this is strong and dangerous. And might try to attack you again. Please don't do anything risky. Think before you act, for...

Inside was a small cubby, perhaps just big enough to a fit a small pokemon with a little bit of wiggle room, but too small for any human. And inside sat a single object. A small metal chest with a keyhole. It wasn't a very large chest, perhaps the size of a breadbox. Plain, no decorations, and...

There didn't appear to be anything suspicious on the cot. The wall however... high enough up on the wall there was a small patch where the it felt just a bit thinner. Perhaps a hatch? Maybe there was a way to move it... Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any buttons or latches. But if this...

Nurse Joy gave them privacy for several moments. Once both of them had calmed slightly she stepped forward. "You are safe here now. Do you need anything? With the medication and Brea and Comfey's help you should be feeling better, I expect." Her tone was level and even, but beneath that, she...

In the whole room, only one thing stood out. A smudge of gray on the corner of a table, a very tiny smudge. As if someone had brushed against it and not realized. Unfortunately, of all the many oddities and souvenirs on the shelves, none of them seemed to resemble anything like a prison bottle...

As Victoria ranted, Brea stroked her soothingly, letting her vent out her frustration. "You're right to be angry," she said, once Victoria had finished. I once thought that anger was evil. Somethin bad to hide away, pretend I wasn't angry. Especially as a healer, I told myself anger was bad...

The office room was surprisingly bare at first glance. A few papers on the desk, the computer, and the bookshelf. The papers laying around on the desk seemed to be related to plans for the festival. Schedules, menus, and hastily scrawled ideas. A mention of both a tournament and a contest that...

In the midst of the various conversations, the doors to the Dragon's Maw swung open, revealing Xavian, flanked by Clink, who stuck close to him, and Orzo following behind. The host greeted him with a friendly wave, then guided him to a spot near the back, where the largest tables were. "Please...

I'll sign up for All of them! My only date restriction at this time is to preferably not have them in a row I not looking to start but I don't mind if I need to

"It's ok," Brea said, keeping her tone gentle. "Wallace is fine. Joy has been giving him something to ease his pain. And Comfrey has been helping too. The medicines we use are incredibly effective, we won't let him relapse." Nurse Joy, seemingly able to pick up the jist of Victoria's distress...

"Well, I'd say you certainly have the skill for it," Chef Flygon said approvingly as he watched Gen work. "And the passion. How long have you been cooking for, young Gen?"