Search results

Malachai leaned down, a draconic grin alighting tentatively on his snout. <Fascinating. You dismiss your part in your world's safety, and your partner's service to a god, to speak of current matters. How pragmatic.> "As much as I'd fucking love to hear about that," said Laura, a little...

"Holy shit," murmured Laura. <Such a tiny god,> sent Malachai. His tone felt... gentle. Sleet said nothing; she only stared.

Laura nodded, looking sheepish. "Yeah, that's Malachai. I'm doing the Galar League with him and the rest of my team, but it's not really... I have some unrelated business that's more important, you know? Actually, it sure seems like everyone I meet on this island has got something like that...

Laura bowed reflexively to Spirit, signing an acknowledgement of her strength. It was harder to tell with 'mon that used casting over physical channelling, but she sure felt like she was strong. "I was, yeah. Nice to meet you both. I take it you're also trying to investigate this serial...

"Oh, shit, sorry—" Actually, the girl had been the one to run into Laura, but that was what being Galarian did to you. Compulsive apologies, a predilection for complaining about weather, and a natural affinity for queues. "Oh, you're, um— Actually, I don't think I know you...?" Pretty sure...

Laura ran a hand through her hair, nails pressing into her scalp. "There are too many possibilities. Orzo and/or Clink are actually impostors, Orzo and/or Clink are working with other 'mon, Orzo and/or Clink were poisoned to lead us to false conclusions... We ought to question them, I guess?"...

"It's disturbing to think that he's getting noticeably stronger this fast," muttered Laura. "Maybe there's more to it than we can guess. Either way, we ought to prepare. Strategise." Laura grit her teeth, and reached for Sleet's ball. It had taken some serious negotiation to get her to stay at...

Laura grinned and nodded firmly. "Yeah. I feel more confident of good results and our mutual safety, sticking together like this." Malachai sent a flood of information her way. <Aggron filled me in on what's been discovered besides the obvious.> "So, the energies here are pretty consistent...

Malachai needed a minute to plot a low-risk landing, and as he circled around, more figures became visible throough the trees. Jade made it out okay, then. Good. And according to Malachai, the aggron was partners with one 'Steven'. Laura wasn't the biggest overseas League buff in Galar, or...

Balancing the demands of both her pokémon partners and trying to get enough sleep to prop up her own dwindling energy was a tough ask already, and solo investigation was a crazy, stupid thing to be doing on top of that. And that was without considering the threat of abduction, which she wasn't...

Very excited to sign up for that one, but Free, Chibi and I will be hanging out in person until the 27th Artfight is taking up July for a lot of us

Malachai stared at Aggron for a moment, the lingering gusts of his windstorm still whistling in his ears. In the midst of battle, he could hear an opponent's heart beat, their lungs fill and empty, whenever they drew close. Malachai drew close now, and listened. Aggron's pulse didn't sound...

Good. Whatever this 'mon's troubles were, any answer that would not trouble Malachai was a fine development indeed. Malachai landed on the beach, concentrating for a moment to draw on Roost, despite his rustiness. With a hateful grunt, he tensed his torso and channelled healing energy to his...

A counter. Expected, but threatening. Malachai rolled and pulled away. Even so— BRAPCK. The impact cracked Malachai across his ribcage, and something cracked nastily inside his chest. He pulled his lip back in a snarl, and came around, fighting for momentum. He wasn't done. <Clever trick...

Malachai narrowed his eyes as he looked down at his opponent. Pride kept him from simply leaving, which the aggron could certainly not prevent. Humility kept him from diving in a full-on attack, bound to result in the brute's bulk coming fully to bear against him. Instead, he built velocity...

Malachai took the lightning strike and let out a guttural hiss of displeasure as he spent altitude to gain speed. But aggron were not mages, as a species, and the attack was pathetic compared to the hail of stones. Malachai spat fire again, already thinking through his next moves. All his...

Malachai didn't stop to snarl or bellow; he leapt upwards, wings beating down hard enough to send loose sand into the air between them, and provide cover for his manouever backward. He needed distance. <Have it your way,> he sent, icily. <Make your master proud.> Malachai intended to do...

Malachai huffed, and stared impassively at the display of aggression. The rocks would hurt him if they hurtled through the air to strike him, but first Aggron would need to hurl them. Accurately, no less. <Is that so? It seems your desire to battle has nothing to do with me. I ask you this...

The aggron did not meet Malachai's eyes as he answered. Interesting. Malachai would not leave such discomfort unprobed. <Really?> he sent, drily. <Does your Steven have enmity for me? Or has he merely sent you to test your strength against me?> Idly, he wondered about Aggron's combat style...

Malachai snorted irritably. An earthen brute, at first glance. But strong, and with a tight grip on his own honour. That, he liked. <You have my attention, Aggron. I am called Malachai, and I attend this island as guardian to my master, Laura of Circhester. Do you challenge me in the service of...