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Nikki wasn't impressed. "If you were really a ponyta, you could levitate it with your telekinesis. Or you'd make the canister explode because your mane's on fire."

“And you would know that because?”

“It doesn’t have hands, Pasty!” Nikki resisted the urge to facepalm.

Nikki whistled. "And I thought I took some weird stuff. Denial's a hell of a drug."

The tone of voice was too different. Too childish. Not enough wheezing and coughing. So, a product of the bad trip, then. Great. "Really?" Nikki quirked a brow. "Do the rapidash in your home all have fish tails, insect legs, bird crests, and canine bodies? There isn't a single thing equine...

Oh, good, Nikki finally had some attention. Maybe the big mutt would've done something if Fishsticks hadn't stupidly tried to hit her with some dumb water attack from a good distance. Nikki was one her way down when the thing smacked against the tree. The form was unfortunately familiar. "'Sup...

Good. They were startled. As they should be. Nikki thumped her gills once again, generating another Boomburst that sounded like claws raking a chalkboard.

There was one person who was not thrilled with the psychic dickhead being a classic psychic dickhead. Nikki was content to sit around and wait for this terrible drug trip to wear off. But no. The prissy kitty had to try and act superior. Just like a certain snot-nosed prince. And this so-called...

Yeah, I'm making the right call, here. Falling back asleep was an impossibility unless Nikki wanted to venture further into the forest. It could happen, but it was a bad idea. This was some sort of dumb fever dream. Had to be. Half the stuff she saw made no sense. Had the toxtricity taken some...

More rocks came flying in. These ones had bits of poisonous slime on them. "Take your kooky reunions elsewhere! I'm trying to sleep here!"

A couple of rocks would come flying in from the shadows of some trees. "Quiet down! Some of us are trying to sleep here!"

Name: Nicolette/"Nikki" Age: "What are you, my mom?"19 Gender: Female Species: Toxtricity Misc: Third-year Horizon Academy student from the city of Blightsmuth. Attends on scholarship. Known for her thuggish choice in leather jackets and disciplinary record. Moonlights as a guitarist in a metal...

Chapter 24: Disorder in the Court The conversation with Rayquaza had Yuna prepared to pop out from the Qliphoth in midair. She was therefore caught off guard when she floated into a spacious, square room with brown, oaken walls draped by maroon tapestries with silver justice scales stitched...

Somewhere in the forest, Bahamut sneezed gold light particles.

"Obviously they're here to arrest the godly couple for violating the Prime Directive." Bahamut paused. "Please tell me 'not-shitty-but-grouchy mightyena' at least understands that reference..."

"Well, enjoy space prison."

Finally. Bahamut silently nodded his approval. "Okay, great. Sounds like there's a plan, then." He rubbed both sets of wings together. "Go team and all that jazz." The necrozma floated to the exit.

Why must it be another blasted eternatus? Bahamut sighed and looked away. “I care not about these Overseers. They’re strangers, as far as I’m concerned. If the thing is in a realm where the usual friendship power is moot, then we play within the realm’s rules. It’s no different than the Reverse...

"It's not a living creature. It's a force," Bahamut exclaimed. "For once, there isn't a soul to salvage. Best to dispose of it so it can't threaten another world ever again."

Bahamut's tail twitched. "That's why I advocate testing. See who can synergize with us, if possible."