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"I mean, they briefly mentioned it, asked what we all knew, then this fucking ghost thing came out of nowhere and everyone was distracted by that, and then things fizzled out and they wanted us to search for these missing people." Dave scowled. "If you ask me looking into the brainslug thing is...

Dave frowned. "Yeah, I was at the Guild. Hmm." Sceptile and Celebi... that was the two introduced as Balm and Cepa. They'd said something abut Balm being possessed. He guessed that meant the Mudkip had been here for that. He wished the time travel from another dimension shit was as ridiculous as...

"Nearly fucking murdered--what?" Dave blinked at him. "What are you talking about?"

The Mudkip let out a brief laugh - what the hell was so funny? - then abruptly grimaced and started complaining. Dave sighed in irritation. A teenager, maybe? Something like that, probably, or the Mudkip equivalent thereof. This had to be one of the so-called ‘heroes’ that Diyem had brought in -...

Suddenly something blue and orange was charging at him. Dave jumped, fluffing, but the Pokémon stopped itself before it would barrel into him, staring at him in the most dopey-ass way. A Mudkip. “Jesus. Don’t just lurk in the bushes when people think they’re alone.”

Wrote for ~2 hours or so today?

The moment Dave looked into the dojo and saw Zane there (from the sound of it Brisa was about to kick his ass, and as much as he would've liked to see that, he had many better things to do with his time than to subject himself to more of the Zangoose's inanity), he scratched that plan and headed...

Dave remained tense and on alert where he was standing, heart pounding. "What the fuck was that?" he snarled, looking at Maple. "You said you knew that thing." He paused. Legendary Pokémon. The dream and nightmare things from bedtime stories and cutesy picture books. The idea of them just being...

It's canon.

"Hey, what the fuck? That's not a fucking Pokémon I've ever heard of." Dave stepped back, baring his teeth. The run-away instinct was there in full force - but the thing wasn't even attacking. Just taunting them. "What do you want?" he growled. "Are you here for the shadow slugs?"

"Whoa, what?" Dave looked from Brisa to Truffle. "Okay, shouldn't we be looking into what the hell's going on with that, then?" Only then there was a strange, disembodied laugh that sent a shiver down his spine, the hair rising on his back. At Cabot's words a dim memory came back to him. "Wait...

Dave spoke up after Chatot's introduction. "Yeah, uh. So why are we assuming people disappearing has something to do with Pokémon going gigantic? Is there some evidence that it's related? Because it doesn't sound very related. "As for what we know..." Dave looked irritably around. "Kind of...

Iconic moments from Dave's scene with Astrid:

Dave grimaced at the mention of the Arceus people, but he couldn't deny he was a bit hungry after all that. "I guess."

"I mean, how do you grasp anything with a paw? You don't have anything to grasp with. If you -" He extended his paw towards the canteen as if to grab it, only to... actually grab it. "Wait, what the fuck?" Somehow, it had just attached itself to his paw, as if he had an invisible thumb. "What...

"Right. So how am I supposed to... actually hold that?" He wasn't sure what Astrid was doing, with her lack of opposable thumbs, but he wasn't at all sure he could replicate it.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Moisturizer. Right." He shuddered again at the memory. "I'm most familiar with the other kind of Vulpix. The fiery kind. As far as I remember they can use Disable sometimes but usually they need to learn it from their parents when they're tiny. Guess that shit doesn't...

Read and reviewed Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Double-Edged.

Welcome to Thousand Roads! I'm here for Catnip Circle, reviewing the prologue. I think you've got an intriguing start here - I don't read much PMD fic so I'm not really familiar with the trends of the genre or exactly how original any given thing is within it, but I liked how the human...

"I don't really fucking know, to be honest. I was never a Pokémon trainer. I guess?" He flipped through his brain. "Wait, yeah, that's the one Meowth learn, isn't it? Yeah. That'd make sense." He'd read up on all the abilities the morphs were likely to develop, way back when. There'd been a time...