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"I guess," Rocky said, scratching the side of his face. Something seemed to be troubling him. What was troubling Nate was that the lucario just up and chucked a sandbag at him out of nowhere holy shit. He jumped when it slammed against the wall behind him. "What... What was that about?" he...

"Really?" Nate screwed his face up skeptically. "Yeah!" Rocky's tail flicked back and forth in excitement. "Keep trying! Just think friendly thoughts!" Dead god why did Rocky have to keep fucking going on about that. If there was ever a way to make him feel less fucking friendly... Nate tried...

Oh, God. Even thinking of that made Nate want to cringe through the floor. He glanced over at Rocky--eurgh. "Holy shit. You win, I guess. God, that must have been awkward." Rocky frowned. "I don't get it. Why couldn't you just say you had a crush? That sounds cute!" Nate shuddered. "Anyway. We...

Hey, happy birthday! Hope you have an awesome day.

Nate looked briefly, hopefully over at Aria, but when it became apparent that she wasn’t going to say anything, he sighed and focused back on Rocky. He clenched and unclenches his fists; his brow furrowed in concentration. Perhaps he was gathering energy for something, or maybe the tension in...

Nate snorted. “Yeah, I was gonna say. Guess we’ve all gotten a taste of that now.” He frowned. “Starr made it sound like a pretty great deal, but I guess not, huh? Not if it means you’re on call for this shit all the damn time. How’d you end up being one of the people who, I dunno, heroes or...

Rocky laughed at Aria's joke and sent a warning volley of razor leaves spinning at Nate. The marshtomp grimaced and frosted them out of the air with a glittering wave of snowy air. No damage there, but that was only a warm-up. Rocky was already conjuring more leaves. Well, fuck him, Nate wasn't...

"Nope! He just likes to boss people around," Rocky said. He crouched low, grinning broadly. "Come on! Try your Radiance again. If you don't, I'm going to start using grass moves on you." "Yeah, I've never really been into getting my face punched in and shit," Nate said, frowning while he tried...

"We won't!" Rocky said before Nate could get a word in edgewise. "I'm really strong. Look!" The familiar spread his hands, electricity crackling and snarling between them. Nate had only just got an arm up to shield his face when the lightning bolt leapt free, crashing straight into him with a...

"Oh! Sorry," Rocky said, his ears standing up in alarm. He was hardly subtle about then checking out her legs to see what kind of gruesome injury she might have sustained. Nate winced and shoved the door to the training room open. "Right. Sure. Knock yourself out," he said, already making his...

"Nah, you're fine," Nate said, letting the door handle go. "We were just about to do some training," Rocky said. His eyes brightened and his flames danced high. "Want to join? It's always fun to train with new people!" "What? I mean, look, she's probably busy..." Nate said nervously.

Nate turned, immediately wary. Who was that? Shield? No, less bulky. There were plenty of lucario around Destiny Village; kind of a thing, honestly. Nate felt like he knew this one, but why? Not someone he'd gotten into a fight with at the plaza or none of that shit, was it? Rocky bought him a...

"I can't believe Mia was too busy to train today," Rocky said dejectedly. "She always wants to train. It's her favorite thing!" "I mean, you could always take a break," Nate said hopefully. "They got some decent matches scheduled up above, you know. The machamp S'more working on his godly...

Nate wasn't in a laughing mood, but he did smile darkly when Diyem's evil bread attached itself to the Overseer's ear. What the hell was going on with the feraligatr?

Same thing I do every year: write 50,000 words of my fanfic, Salvage. I'd be happy to be included in any community goal!

Nate clenched his hands, swallowing down a hot ball of anger. Still going on like the only options were "let Dark Matters take over worlds all over the place" or "torture therapy and conscription with the Overseers." Sure. Two great options. Why even consider anything else? It wasn't his...

Nate closed his eyes and frowned while he listened, still rubbing at his face. He didn't really have a clear picture of what Diyem was saying the situation was anymore. Didn't seem like Diyem really wanted to clear it up, either. "I think it matters," he said after a moment, "if the Overseers...

Nate narrowed his eyes, still dragging at his gills. "Bit different than the story I remember," he said. "So you're saying the Overseers came to kick the shit out of you on your hellworld, then? Took you off for your program then?" He frowned. "How did you come out of your "dormancy" thing in...

Nate grimaced at being compared to Owen, and watched Diyem's display with growing unease. But when there was the chance to get a word in edgewise, he scowled and said, "Uh, I dunno? Whatever the Dark Matter around here gets up to nowadays. Hanging out, not doing much, telling people to fuck off...

Rocky knelt in the back garden of the house, peering into the crawlspace. The pansies around him were beautifully manicured, but Rocky wasn't even pretending to work on them right now. He couldn't really see the shadow, only the glow of its yellow eyes. He could hear it whimpering, though...