Search results

"Rocky and I ain't got quite the same relationship as most people and their familiars," Nate said. "So no, he ain't in my head unless I want him to be." He'd keep his own assessment of Rocky's ability to connect the dots to himself. "What notes are you expecting me to be taking, here? You said...

Nate snorted. "Just the once? Sounds like you got off easy." Guardian...s? Had he heard that right? Well, there wasn't any reason, he supposed, why someone couldn't have grabbed more than one shade. But good lord did that ever sound like a move you'd regret after the fact. "Look, Rocky's the...

Nate tilted his head. "You speaking from experience on that one?" He glanced off in the direction Rocky had gone again. "Anyhow, Rocky and me... It's complicated." Nate turned his attention back to Mergo. "You ever find your thing?"

"I guess," Nate said, shrugging. "Felt like something wasn't adding up. Hate that. Like you say, if you ain't got no other option and think you can't be transparent with someone... Well, I ain't met a lot of people more opaque. It's interesting is all." He tried to shrug the bag up higher on his...

"Heh, yeah. The arcanine said 'ideals' himself, and I wasn't sure if he was making a joke or if the dragons are just fucking flipped in your world or what." Nate listened more closely to the rest of what the gardevoir--gallade?--had to say. "People lie, for sure," he said after a moment. "And...

Nate smiled tightly. "Well, yeah. I'm an asshole, remember?" He cast a look towards Rocky's retreating form, one hand rubbing at his gills. Rocky needed to get used to not having him around all the time. It was better that he got started now. Whatever. So this guy could go back and forth from...

"I was trying to help it, though," Nate said. "If it don't cut the cringy shit, everybody else is gonna be lining up to kick it, too. I was trying to get it to shape up." "Marshtomp," Rocky said warningly. He set the shadow mudkip down in the sand, where he immediately tried to hide behind the...

It's been a little over a year since we've added to the staff team, and as Thousand Roads has continued to grow, we've decided to add some new moderators to help keep things running smoothly. Please welcome kyeugh and Sinderella as our newest community moderators! They'll be helping to plan and...

"Of course not," Nate said. "I ain't a fucking coward. So whatever that thing's got going on"--he pointed exasperatedly at the miserable shadow--"it ain't got nothing to do with me. I already told it not to be such a little bitch, but it didn't work." "I don't think hitting it and telling it to...

Nate rubbed uneasily at the back of his neck. "I mean, I dunno. You've had it way rougher than me." "You should probably listen to Owen," Rocky said sagely. "He obviously knows more about this than you do." "Could you maybe, like, fuck off for five minutes or something?" Rocky stuck his...

"Me, really?" Nate gestured to himself in exasperation. "An aspect. Whatever. Maybe like the aspect of me when I was fucking five or something." "He's scared because a lot of people have hurt him in the past, and he thinks everyone's dangerous. And he's not happy because he'd rather spend his...

(( FYI, generally only Nate, Rocky, and other shadows can hear Nate's shadow. )) "So he wanted it to be like that," Nate said. Sounded like a pretty different sort of situation, then. Still... He glanced at Rocky, and the familiar gave him a hostile look back. Well, okay, then, it had just been...

"That guy." Rocky scowled. "Figures." Nate blinked. "I mean, yeah, I talked to Mergo. But he never mentioned any shit like that." Not that there would be any reason to, of course, just like there was no reason to be having this entire fucking conversation. "What, did the shadow, like, just hang...

"I don't mean later later," Nate snapped. "I just mean not right now." "He's right, you know," Rocky said, looming over Nate. "You think you can wait until you leave and then you won't have to deal with anything because you'll be on another planet. It's not going to work!" "What's going on...

"Oh," Nate said. "Yeah. That's rough." He let that sit for a few seconds, thinking. "I mean, if what you're worried about is me leaving loose ends or whatever, like, I still got some goodbyes to say, but I got it under control. I ain't got no big regrets or nothing. I'm pretty much ready to go."...

"Yeah?" Nate said. "The blades come free with that, or do you gotta pay extra?" "Ugh," Rocky said, giving Mergo a hostile look. "You aren't really going to talk to him, are you?" "Reckon I am," the marshtomp said. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up." "Catch up?! When do you ever catch up?" The...

"Oh, he's ready to go," Rocky scoffed. The familiar had his arms crossed now too, tail flicking in agitation. "Envy us, huh?" Nate took a seat in the gritty sand, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, you're doing the same thing as the rest of us, ain't you? I know it ain't the same for you in...

Nate drew back, wary, when Owen's expression briefly turned ominous. "I still don't think I'm picking up what you're putting down," he said uneasily. "Wasted time? I thought you were talking about shadow shit." "What he means," Rocky said, stalking up beside Nate, hands on hips, "is you should...

"Yes," Rocky said emphatically from behind them. It took all the self-restraint Nate had to ignore him. "I mean, we just saved like the entire fucking multiverse or something," he said. "Seems like a good enough note to go out on to me. But I still don't think I'm getting you. Just what sort of...

Nate staggered as Owen took a heavy seat in the sand, then glanced back at Rocky. They probably weren't getting out of this now, but all the same, he didn't exactly feel like getting comfortable. "Oh, yeah? Diyem seemed pretty adamant about everybody's memories going poof straight off. Seems...