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Diyem I fuckin' warned ya t'pay mind to yer goddamn mind an' this is what happens? Get yer head on right this instant. I'm comin' t'have words with you!

Here y'go~

My 'prompt bingo' for Thousand Roads' second anniversary was for the theme 'Pokémorphs', to nobody's surprise. I chose to keep things tame and respond with drabbles! I hope folks enjoy~ x I answered the triple I found most compelling. I would love to return to the other six soon. Who Are...

Luz gave Joule a casual hat-tip gesture, hatless though she was, and left. His word was good enough for her.

Luz nodded, and said nothing. She hadn't a nervous system to feel anything in her chest with as such, but... She felt relieved. She had a future, and an end, if she wanted them.

Luz chuckled. "Yer quite the character, partner." She withdrew her paw from the shards, and sighed. "Cal's worried y'might try to claim her. I ain't. I'm worried I might miss my opportunity." The shade looked hard at Joule. "I want yer word that y'won't leave me stranded on Cibus, Necrozma...

Luz cocked her head. "Can't say as I have, fella. Can't say as it's an experience I'd expect one like yerself to be familiar with, either." She ran her digits over the surface of the core. Not a corpse, then. A garment. A shackle, maybe. "What form didya take?" she asked, still intent on the...

"That might be best," said Luz to the two of them, gently. "I'll stick around. I've been meanin' to catch up with the big guy once he had his health back. Don't wait up!" Luz gave Cal a pat she hoped would feel reassuring, and strolled up closer to the Voices of Light. "Don't really blame the...

Luz perked a brow. "Huh. He sure didn't take long to come around to it, then. Didn't realise what y'meant by yer 'self', figured y'just meant the shades." She rubbed her chin. "Do I gotta watch myself around ya? I take it this ain't somethin' easily done by accident." The zeraora-shade...

"Yeah, about those donations," drawled Luz, cupping one paw in the other. "I'm given to understand the shades voluntarily returned t'ya. Is that reabsorption somethin' y'could do to an ultra familiar like m'self?"

Luz came jogging along from her own abode to witness the restoration of the dragon of light. Her sire. "Howdy there, Joule!" she called, giving him a wave. "My regards t'ya on yer much-awaited return t'normal! How're y'feelin' on it?"

[[Bench, if you're Town Cop, you'd be throwing away one of the most valuable pieces for an Innocent victory so a guy who hasn't posted might theoretically join in. That's no good. In fact, I'm now worried you have some sort of power that kills people for lynching you, or a Mafia version of the...

Jesse sighed. This was a tough one. By nature, he preferred to prevent harm as much as possible... But unlike back home, he didn't have overwhelming power, forcible telepathy, nor his other usual advantages. He had to rely on guesswork, and the most trustworthy looking persons nearby. It made...

Good, now that his notes were more or less in order, Jesse could respond to stuff properly... Well, that was a wild leap of reasoning. All he'd done was give a funny look, and the gal was apologising for thinking the delphox was a delphox...? What even— But that was a distraction. The party...

Jesse worked as if he were unwell, or in trance, hardly looking up to respond properly except to groan at the uncertainty about how the Mafia dimension worked or the tooth-pulling difficulty of getting info out of the chimera. Still, at last, he completed his logging, and looked up to address...

Jesse pinched the bridge of his muzzle and sighed. "Let's make the best of this. Hopefully a townie will keep Arctozolt from gettin' merked in the night an' the fuckers can make 'emselves useful. I'm still workin' on my notes, bear with me..."

Jesse rubbed his temple as he took a break from his note-taking. "Good gods, fella. Spit it the fuck out already. Yer a fuckin' speaker fer the dead or some shit, fine, let's hear it. I legitimately don't know why yer tail is so fuckin' keen not to let on."

Brisa bit her lip, glanced at Sombra. The Shadow blinked slowly. It meant 'trust'. Her innermost emotions, animated by the void, were . . . trusting her to express them. "We give too much; get too little," whispered Sombra, in that voice like night air. "We can't rest without worry. It ain't...

You don't need to keep fighting. Y'gotta stop fightin'. Brisa keened softly to herself, and let Fugu guide her to her seat. She breathed heavily, barely aware of her own body in relation to herself, feeling pins and needles in her limbs and in her head. It was a struggle to think. But Fugu...

Brisa heard someone else – not quite a stranger, not quite kin – speaking, then. The voice... It sounded familiar. It belonged to some gal who sounded for all the world like she was about to crumble into dust from the effort of living. She sounded so sad. So tired. ...So guilty. Gods, this...