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[[ Echoing CWs ]] "Easily passed," Red humphed. "I don't surround myself with gamblers."

"Wrecker..." Red shook his head, then turned to the others with a grin. "More like Emotional Wreck-er, am I right?" "Gods, finally!" He stepped up to the braided girl...s with a much better balance, a sign his intoxication had already begun wearing off. "Someone else that admits it. Tell me...

"Thing? That's a hell of a way to refer to your girlfriend." He stood back up, spreading his arms. "I can't believe I'm the one talking against bigotry here. Me, the guy who kills p-" He slammed a palm on his mouth. "Oh, I wasn't supposed to say that yet..." he said coyly, a small smile on his...

Red leaned down. "Oh, so is that the way we're going to be? Well, why don't you tell me what species that significant other of yours is? Did you stick to a flareon, huh?"

If he had to be the dragonfucker, he would own it. Red shrugged. "If that's what it takes, maybe. Is there something wrong with love between man and a dragon?"

"Let's just say I'm not inexperienced with lending my body to powerful otherworldly beings." He analyzed his words a bit late. No, wait, that makes me sound like some kind of ghost prostitute.

Red felt strange. Uncomfortable, even. Is this what straight men feel like when a gay guy flirts with them? Maybe he could convince her to change. "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like your original form?"

Red laughed, and he laughed hard. "Oh, you really think that means something! You think it's impressive that you're so inoffensive and meek that other mareep just flock to you?" Hey. Hey, hold on, the branch-dragon was impressed. Maybe his original plan could still work! He fixed his hair and...

Red drew his arms in the air. "That's the point! That's why it's fun! Shouldn't you know about fun?" He pointed at Odile next. "And don't you take any credit for this! I stabbed that flareon of my own volition!"

Red screamed in the way most people would when pounced on by a flareon. Even in his drunken state, however, his reflex did not fail - he grabbed the knife at his belt and shoved it towards the mon - but something froze him in place.

Red leaned out of his chair. "Damn, they really named you Wrecker and yet all you is sit there like a li'l pile of mashed potatoes?" He scooped some mashed potatoes off his plate with his hand and flung it at the flareon. "Here's some more for ya!"

Unless Red was mistaken, the braided girl seemed to be paying special attention to him. Did Suddenly, he felt a tug at his pantleg and bent over to see a small spheal at his feet. It whispered to him that the game the group was playing was Never Have I Ever and that the current statement was...

Well, there was clearly no question of whom the branch-dragon had become anymore. Red pondered what kind of response he would give. Too polite, and the dragon may dismiss him as just another mareep - but too aggressive, and she may become protective instead. The two did seem to have a strong...

[[ next section is a tangent and can be skipped ]] He couldn't have taken any more than two turns, and already he was lost. Damn. Those shows were on point with their jokes, this place really was a labyrinth. Not that finding his way back would be too hard - that branch-dragon's voice could be...

Undeniably the most interesting of them all. He'd been more correct than he could have possibly imagined. Red nearly threw himself out of his chair with the force and swiftness he'd sat up with. So that's why the ball was black - he'd thought it was simply a fashion statement, but clearly it...

Red listened intently. So pokémon worked a bit differently in each human's world. Wherever Little Miss Walking Contradiction was from, they couldn't learn to speak human. He thought about Jess, and wished his world would have worked the same.

Of course the one to greet him had to be the flareon. He suppressed a grimace. It may have been fun to introduce himself as 'the coming ruler of all reality' right off the bat, but he knew better than to play that card so soon. "Red," he said. "My name is Red."

[[ AN: Red is somewhat misogynistic, so heads up ]] Red stepped through the portal, and it closed behind him. He surveyed his new surroundings - a furniture store, and those unown letters seemed to confirm it was that Sveolandic chain he'd seen referenced on Unovan and Galarish TV shows but...

Catnip delivery! Chapter two flavor! This is the first mention of Noel riding with her if I read right, and to me it's pretty late on - the start really painted a picture where I thought Odette was riding solo, so when Noel was mentioned after it was kind of jarring to have to retroactively...

Name: Ichiro "Red" Akai Age: 18 Gender: Male Species: Human Misc: Actual serial killer and overall terrible person. He will be attending fully mask-off due to believing this is just a dream.