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Jesse clenched and unclenched one paw, while the other rested on his wand holster. What if he never got home? He'd already come to terms with never going home home, but being trapped somewhere else that wasn't the world he'd spend decades protecting...? Dusk gave him a nudge. "If there's a way...

Luz dove towards the plume of shadow, intent on pulling Cabot bodily clear of it. "Woah there, let's get you right clear!" she called. Then, to Brisa, {Hey darlin', our thick-skulled pal just got hit by haywire shadow! Just lettin' ya know!} Brisa felt the itch in her mind and heard Luz in...

Jesse squinted. Gen? Could that be the same Gen he remembered, evolved and matured and out as a human to the people around him? He reached out with his mind and found no recognition of him (or Lee) whatsoever. He bit his lip. Maybe this was a sister-world to Gen's, with this dewott a mirror of...

Brisa kept close to Luz and tried to keep her head down as the party progressed. Starr had impressed on her the importance of not taking on every last thing that came up, but her head was still full as she glanced around, taking in everything. It meant little to her. If only she had luxray...

Jesse watched as Lee increasingly made an ass of himself, and his lip curled back in disdain. The sneasel-human looked sidelong at him, still nursing her temple. "You know that pokémon," she said. "His actions upset you." Jesse scoffed lightly. "I knew a little of him, in a very different...

"Impressive! That ain't somethin' I ever got the hang of." Luz reached out a paw, such that Ivy could walk up her arm and settle on her shoulder. "Where to, fellow familiar?" asked Luz, he whiskers twitching in excitement. "Shall we partake first in grub, or a throwdown?"

In her exasperation, Brisa made something between a sigh and a muffled scream. Fuck, fuck, the fucking translation failures. Every time they happened, Brisa feared a little stronger that it wouldn't come back. Goddamnit. But Starr's paw on her shoulder was enough not to get lost in those...

"I know it's not, I know there's too much shit fer any one person, but I guess I just... ✋︎ ♑︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♋︎ ♎︎□︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎🕯︎ ✋︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎📪︎ 🕯︎♍︎♋︎◆︎⬧︎♏︎ ⬥︎♏︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ □︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ❒︎□︎◻︎♏︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎🕯︎ ●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ❍︎♓︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎◻︎✂︎ Starr was looking at her in complete bafflement...

"I wasn't gonna lose it, have some faith in my sense, willya... But like, tell me what you wouldn't give to kick his ass." She shook her head and sighed. "I don't know if I am okay. I think mostly I'm just angry. I've just been so goddamn angry, just, all the time."

"Ah, fuck, I..." She stared at the floor and thrashed her tail. "I'm mighty sorry fer that, Starr. I just– He's fuckin' wrong, and I didn't wanna back down without sayin' my piece. I've done that enough times."

What the fuck did she mean by that? Did she have a fucking problem with what Brisa had said? ...no, there had to be more to what Starr was saying. "...I don't get it," Brisa replied, making a point of adjusting her bandana. "I was standing up fer us. Fer you. What did I say that was so wrong...

"Yeah, well, I reckon bein' cute has more t'do with personality than height, darlin'." That ought to buy him a second of Lee being too flustered to respond. Everything just kept getting weirder for Jesse. Now folks were getting knocked out from the critter under the hat? He was fast developing...

Brisa's gaze snapped from Karat to Starr, and her radiant fury gave way to sharp confusion. "Wait, I... Starr–!" But she followed anyway, stifling her protest and staring at her forepaws. No thoughts were left in her head, just her thumping pulse.

Dusk held up her hands in surrender and defence. Her voice came with difficulty. "Don't– don't crowd me. I need a second." When her eyes adjusted to the world around her she forced herself to her feet and looked over a crowd of pokémon. "Huh. Well this is new. I'm... You can call me Dusk. I'm...

He flinched. He fucking knew she had a point. Brisa pulled her upper lip back in a snarl that sparked with light. "There it is. You know I'm right, and you know I got conviction, but yer stoic facade is just too fuckin' precious fer you to concede a goddamn point, so you belittle my pain."...

Brisa's crackling mane tamped down a touch as she recalled her conversation with Diyem, not so long ago. "He showed me an avatar to speak to, to alleviate the sufferin' I feel from telepathy. He acknowledged that my father wronged me. He let me know, in his own cynical way, that I was exceedin'...

Brisa scoffed. "Diyem is trying to redeem himself. To be more'n his origins 'n' his base nature. If'n we all had yer attitude towards him, his efforts would already be over. I'm prepared to give the sinister sonofabitch a chance and yer goddamn arbitration ain't dissuadin' me." She ought to...

'Luzy'. That was genuinely... cute? Yeah, it was adorable! "Well I ain't keepin' count but yer certainly among my first to put the word to it!" she replied, heartily. "So what's it like bein' friends with the Great and Mighty Ivy? Y'like battles, darlin'? That's what I'm all about. Food's good...

Brisa seethed. She could practically feel her Bright Arclight racing across her fur, and suppressed it with a clenched jaw. Whatever the fuck Seyka was saying as she chewed on Karat's words, she didn't hear it. "You think you have it all figured out," she said, her voice sharp. "You think you...

Luz beamed. "Well met, Great and Mighty Ivy! I took the form of a legendary folk hero from Brisa's memories, so that I might be a heroic warrior in this world!" She scratched her cheek fur in thought. "Seems t'be goin' okay so far." She put her paws astride her hips and apprised the rose-shade...