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Also reviewed chapter 45 of Salvage!

Dave paced around the square as people started... just staring and hugging. What? What the fuck? They'd fought a slew of legendary Pokémon and now people were just resigning themselves to the fucking end of the world because this time it was a little far away? "Have you all gone fucking...

Dave quirked an eyebrow as the Mudkip awkwardly yelled at him in a way that might have been meant to be threatening but was really just comical, all the while frantically backing away. He'd disappeared with the ball, and Dave technically couldn't tell if he'd been deactivating it or not, but...

A nasty smirk broke out on the Mudkip's face, and suddenly the ball was flying at him. Dave had only room to flinch before it hit him in the face and... Oh. Oh, fuck. His body was dissolving with a curiously lightheaded feeling of weightlessness. That little shit. A force was pushing in on him...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Nate. "Well, asshole, somehow I don't fucking trust you on that." Could you tell if a ball was deactivated? He had no idea. Goddamn it. "Prove it. Or, I don't know, fucking destroy it."

Heartbeats thundered slowly in Dave's ears as he focused the Radiance away. By the time the brain fog retreated just enough for him to realize she was probably in one of the Pokéballs lying scattered around the floor, the fucking Mudkip was already running around gathering them up, and oh, fuck...

Diyem was in the Radiant Machine. His way home. Dave charged towards it, shadows gathering around his feet. Behind him there was a noise, people shouting; in the corner of his eye Mia turned and darted that way. And that was fine, she could handle it. He was already in motion, gathering...

Dave caught his breath, his fur crackling with Radiance, battle hormones surging in his veins, a giddy lightheadedness creeping at the edges of his brain. Mia was slicing away at the machine, and he felt... fine. She was fine. He could protect her if need be, but she could handle herself, fight...

Purchasing support skills: - Shield II (4pts) - Hex I (1pt) - Hex II (4pts) - Ward I (10pts) - Ward II (15pts) spending a total of 34 support points. I'd also like to buy four mid-tier perk slots; tentatively, the perks I want are: - Adrenaline - Hex Counter - Hyperactive - Slippery And for...

Reviewed one chapter of the envy of eden. Also logging at least 10+ hours of drawing this month.

One of those bits where there's a neat line but I'm not sure what it actually means, haha. (Also, shouldn't that be "by the"?) I like Sienna's frustration with human social hierarchies not working like Pokémon's do. Too relatable Intriguing! Still looking forward to more on Hilda's past...

Dave managed to hold out until Brisa said her goodbyes and left without the Shadow erupting into any more pathetic proclamations, thank God. He waved her off, and held his head and tried to recover the energy to stand up and head back to the guild dorms. "What Brisa said was true," Mia said...

Dave slumped onto the table, head increasingly cloudy. “I don’t fucking need—look, that thing where back home everyone expects you to fix everything for them? That’s fucked. Sometimes there’s nothing to fix, and it’s nothing to do with you, and it’s not your goddamn problem. Who are these...

Dave shook his head as she talked, rubbing his forehead. "Look, Brisa," he said, gritting his teeth. "stop trying to talk sense into that fucking thing, it's just babbling some fucking nonsense. I don't know what the fuck it's even talking about half the time." The Shadow looked at him with its...

The Shadow looked at Brisa, doubtful, still shivering. It was too much to hope the thing'd be at all receptive to logic, wasn't it. "...I almost killed Nate back there," it said, and his stomach twisted. "I thought he was the spy and he was going to hurt her." "Of course he's not the fucking...

Mia tilted her head, still looking dissatisfied. "Sparring sounds good." Dave looked up at Brisa, part of him wanting to object, but right now, a bigger part was just grateful for the silence, however it'd been achieved. Mia returned to her sandwich as if nothing were more natural, though he...

Dave looked at Brisa, blinking, a weird sting in his heart. Fuck. This fucking kid. Mia gave her a suspicious glance. "Why?" He took a deep breath, rubbed at his eyes, tried to focus past the alcohol, figure out what to say. Everything was heavy and unpleasant. "Sometimes you remember shit you...

Dave blinked at her. "If you say so." Mia was squinting at him. "What memories?" He waved a paw. "It's... it's not important." "You sound like it's important." Of course this was happening. Dave chugged the rest of his drink, ordered another.