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"That sounds lovely! If they're ready, then I don't see why don't we head there now." He glanced over his shoulder. "Do you feel up to coming, Orzo?" After a moment, Orzo nodded. "Orzo will come, for a bit." "Wonderful!" Xavian declared. "We'll come with you right away then." "...yes I would...

Xavian's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You wish to... repay me-?" he frowned, as if puzzled by the notion. "But I've-" ruined everything. Clink bumped his shoulder lightly, looking hopeful. Xavian shared a glance and a meaningful look from Clink of 'you should go'. He turned back to...

After a few moments, footsteps could be heard from inside approaching the door. It opened, revealing Xavian, Clink by his side and a short distance behind him, still perched on the couch, Orzo. He waved to Steven from his spot, still looking tired. "Ah, Steven! How are you today?" Xavian asked...

Nurse Joy was right outside the door, as it turned out, and Victoria almost ran into her. "Oh Victoria! You're awake-" she paused when she saw the state the Milotic was in. "Take a deep breath, and try to stay calm. You and Wallace are fine, you're in the infirmary on the island. I've been...

"Not much. I've heard they can travel across universes of course, and there's one legend from my world about a Hoopa who was trapped in some bottle when it rampaged. But I'm not sure if it's the same for every universe..." she trailed off, eyes narrowed and lost in thought. "What you described...

After the room had been discreetly scouted, the two ghost-types slipped out, with the room's inhabitants none the wiser. Spirit and Hazel returned to the relative safety of their trainers and passed on all they had seen. Now the rest was up to those who had agreed to try and break-in... and on...

The painting itself appeared ordinary enough, just a rather nice rendition of legendaries from different regions... No. Wait. Something wasn't right. Peering closer, there were odd marks on the painting. Slashes, almost, but as if someone had defaced the painting and then painted over it. And...

A moment later, Orzo emerged from the ring, first poking out his head and glancing around the room, then emerging from the ring smoothly. Compared to earlier, he at least seemed to be in good health, or feeling better. Once he emerged fully, the ring shrunk behind him and he spun it in the air...

Oddly enough, there were no footprints in the dust of the storage room... Down the other hallway were three rooms. The first seemed to be Clink's personal bedroom. Despite Clink's small size, it was still a pleasantly comfortable bedroom. A (very) small bed had been set up to one side, and much...

One day: If Ingo or the PC can get yeeted to ancient Sinnoh/Hisui, what about a fic where N gets sent to ancient Hisui? I just think between N's views and the world setting, there's so much conflict to explore. How does N feel about the current relationship to people and pokemon? How does he...

Of the three rooms, only the bathroom itself appeared used. It was a rather nice bathroom, clean and well kept, various fancy looking soaps arranged neatly on shelves. Nothing about it appeared very unusual and there didn't seem to be signs of anything strange. At first glance, the storage room...

"Golden King huh? Sounds like some pretty serious crap." Her mouth shifted to a scowl. "Seems like whoever is doing this is trying to cause as much confusion and chaos as possible, that's for sure." She swirled her drink absentmindedly, staring into it as if it held the answers to the mystery...

Clink lay in their bed in the living room, resting, sleeping peacefully. Xavian sat on the couch beside them, eyes glued to a book they were reading, attention utterly focused on it. "The Myths that Define Us: Mythical Pokemon their Roles" read the title. The living room itself appeared plain...

Hazel had indeed found herself an old storage room, mostly unused - a few assorted odds and ends like lightbulbs and cleaning supplies. A perfect spot for recon. The sensation that returned was that of two minds - a human one, and a pokemon one. Likely Xavian, and judging by the distinct...

Lourine waited until Azar returned a few moments later. She made eye contact and he nodded his head. "Okay I think its safe to talk." she spoke in a low voice, leaning a little closer. I haven't got much though." she drummed her fingers on the tabletop. "Just a theory. Azar keeps picking up a...

"Clink is good. And i am glad to hear Shaymin could help them. Orzo is... hard. I have met them a few times. I cannot read them very well. I think they are nice." A hesitation. Consideration. "but nice is not always good. I am unsure, though it is hard to imagine a mythical having ill will. We...

Lourine glanced over at them, her gaze casual, yet evaluating. "Ah, you lot," she said in greeting. By her side, her houndoom. Azar, woofed softly in greeting to the two pokemon. "I might, why?" She made a small hand motion, and Azar sniffed the air, before taking a moment to pace around...

Marshadow let his power flare for a moment, his helm crackling with energy. "This will be worth it," he said. It was, perhaps, the best comfort he could give for now. He wished he could say more. But perhaps words from him could not lift the weight they believed they carried. The stain they were...

The Salandit tracks moved in erratic patterns, looping and zigzagging and crisscrossing in absolutely nonsensical ways. And it had worked, it seemed for a little bit. There was evidence that kidnapper had tried to launch some kind of projectile attacks, which he'd managed to dodge at least a few...

Marshadow remained silent for a time, simply watching. These humans carried a deep pain. He felt a lingering piece of it, even now. It was an alien sensation, such a human thing, lingering on the tragedy of the past. And now something he carried. "it is fine not to be fine." The words felt...