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Hey and welcome to Thousand Roads! I don't usually read a lot of shipping fic, and don't really ship much at all, but I saw this was a new fic with no reviews yet, so I figured I'd check it out anyway! Preemptive apologies for not being quite the target audience here, but I hope my thoughts are...

Mia followed silently along with the group. Dave wouldn't like that she was here. But Maple had come to the training rooms and asked for backup, and Mia'd asked if they would be fighting, and she said yes, there might be. Training on her own was good, but it was much better to actually fight...

Reviewed chapter 35 of The Legendarian Chronicles.

Reviewed chapter 35 of The Legendarian Chronicles. +1 540 words +1 theme (I believe only two reviews had included this chapter, unrepentantAuthor's and SparklingEspeon's)

I enjoy this bit of normal reaction to the level of bizarre things that are happening. This line ends in a comma rather than a period. Still kind of bonkers to think that Starr was the literal head of the combat unit at eighteen years old. Does this mean she's better than Raven and Ender? We...

You sign up as one character, but they can obtain a 'familiar', who will take the form of a sort of black gooey version of another character derived from their psyche and/or memories. (For instance, my character's familiar took the form of his Scyther Pokémorph daughter/niece/creation, while...

Brisa's house. Huh. Kind of old-timey but still remarkably normal for being, you know, a Pokémon house with quadrupeds living in it. She headed straight for a door without words and knocked on it, and a voice invited them in, in the same kind of weird cowboy drawl that she had. So this was...

Still a Delphox in her own world, huh? So not only had this bastard threatened to kill her and wiped her memories of it, he'd just physically left, without saying a word. Not very likely to actually want anything to do with Brisa again, in other words. He'd just ditched her. What a guy.

Dave frowned, but closed his eyes as instructed. Steady, slow breathing? Sure. 'Meditation'. This had the air of every dumbass 'spirit healing' or 'unlocking your inner peace' or whatever the fuck. This shit was supposed to let them talk to a dude from another world? He didn't know what was...

'Ancestral techniques'? Beds of straw? This sure sounded like some woo bullshit, but who was to say it wouldn't work in this place. He rolled his eyes a little before padding over to the other bed and sitting down on it. "Let's just see if this works."

Great, so the entire reason they were doing this in the first place didn't pan out? Fantastic. He scowled at the Hydreigon for a moment, thinking. On the one hand, calling forth the spirit of some asshole just for some fucking advice didn't sound remotely worth it. They had better psychics...

Daycare? Sure. Of course it was. "You can say that again." He shook his head. "Let's go talk to your dad." <><><><><>

Dave gave her a skeptical look. He hadn't exactly sounded like some sort of noble altruist. But whatever. If Brisa wanted to? Why not. See this guy for himself. Let him explain whatever sorry-ass excuse he had. Maybe Dave could have a word or two with him. "Sure. Okay. Where are we going?" He...

"Hmmm." Brisa's fucking dad, though? "I don't know, would he even help? Do we want his help? You made him sound like the world's biggest shitbag. Why do we want to even ask him?"

Dave blinked. "What? You sure? I'm sure there are some psychics in Cibus that aren't that motherfucker."

Dave quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, that's pretty specific. What are you thinking?"

"Yeah, no, not really. They're smarter than people often give them credit for, but they can't talk. They can express basic ideas, like 'I'm hungry' or 'go away', but no complex communication or abstract thought the way we think of it, as far as anyone can tell."

"Huh." Even as a Poochyena he couldn't quite relate to that. But speaking to Brisa about it was a... pretty interesting perspective. They'd always seen her hunter's instinct as something fundamentally animalistic that her human, reasoning half just had to rein in. But here was a sapient Pokémon...

“Yeah, she’s very good at this. Still getting used to it, you know, being normal here.” Mia had spent all her human life essentially wanting this while they tried to get her to keep it strictly to games with her sister, because humans were squishy and she could murder one in the blink of an...

“Yeah?” Dave looked up from Mia’s fighting exercises. She was darting all over the place, lunging at imaginary things with precise slashes of her glowing scythes. “What’s going on?”