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That look in Owen's eyes. It wasn't the friendly gaze of the charmeleon he'd known. No, it was more like that of a territorial mon, ready to strike down anything that dared cross his path. Nip stood frozen. Normally, he was the predator, the swift and precise hunter that that killed with precise...

"We should run. Have you ever seen a rampaging charizard?" Nip let out a huff, but he did take a few steps back. A memory of incoming fire danced in his mind. "We should... Back up, at least. If something does happen... I don't know if any of us could win in a fight. Not right now at least."...

Though Nip tried to help, it was hard to get close when the random volleys of fire missed their mark. And when he was able to get close enough to strike, his attacks seemed to have little effect. He let out a frustrated growl, springing backwards. But before he could regroup and try again, Owen...

Both Nip and his shadow stood stunned, staring at the gigantic charizard. But while Nip's shadow shrank back from the confrontation, having no interest in putting itself in danger, Nip crouched with his claws poised to strike. His heart fluttered with fear and anxiety. But he held his ground...

"Wh-hey! It's not like that!" "But it's true, isn't it?" Nip's shadow muttered. "If it wasn't true, you would not be here. You'd be in the tribe, living the life you always wanted. Not running away from everything that went wrong." Nip cast an uneasy glance at his shadow. And for a moment, he...

Nip took some time to arrive, in part because he kept pausing to shoot annoyed glares at his shadow. The scrawny sneasel was following at a distance, staying hidden when possible and always avoiding eye-contact. Distracted as he was, he was late to arrive, only catching the tail-end of the...

""That is... Only slightly reassuring," Nip grumbled with a shake of his head. "I'll come with," Nip decided, climbing back to his feet. "Maybe I'll feel... Slightly more at ease in the woods." "What are you thinking?" The shadowy sneasel gestured urgently towards wishkeeper. "What if he...

Veritas was part of the Voidlands? Nip paused to think on that for a moment. If they came to the Voidlands because they were dead... And if they were in Veritas before... "So... Does this mean we were already... Dead when we came to Veritas? Or that w had already been connected to you?" ""Was...

"Enough," Tempest growled, trying to put himself between Puddle and Bahamut. "This isn't the time nor the place for this argument." He glanced at Puddle. "I know you're upset. And I am too. I'm livid, even. But fighting won't bring Vix Back." He glanced to Bahamut next. "I think you're right...

Slowly, his fur began to lie flat. Just Cynthan's shadow. Sure it was creepy. No pokemon should be able to survive in that condition. But, well, they weren't really alive any more. Were they? Nip tried to push that thought out of his head. He opened his mouth to say something more to Cynthian...

As he had done before, Tempest pulled the pokeball back into his ectoplasm, hoping that it would be safe there until they could return to Destiny Village. Then he looked back to the others. Cal, Saltriv, Yveltal, and all the other pokemon that had come to help. "We should regroup with the others...

After a moment, Nip was able to open his eyes. And he was able to move. Able to look whichever way he pleased. And he had claws again. Real claws and fur. A relief, if only a small one. An eerie voice from nearby made him turn his head. Upon seeing the roserade next to Cyntian, he yelp and...

He let out a little "mm" in response to Cal. And then he leaned forward to press the ball against Arceus' forehead.

It looked... bad. Very bad. And what little healing Tempest could do didn't seem to help. Those with healing talents seemed to be doing a little better but... it wasn't enough. His ear twitched, acknowledging Cal's speech, but he said nothing of it. His gaze stayed intently on Arceus' face, and...

Tempest quickly regarded the pokeball. Nip had been caught in one of these before. He'd described as a warm, cozy nothingness. But he hadn't the time to dwell on that. He reached down and wrapped the ectoplasm that made up his paw around the ball, absorbing it. "We'll try healing first," he...

Tempest's tails drooped, dragging the ground as he stared up at the necrozma. Nip was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it. He hadn't even tried. Bahamut's words shook him out of his brief stupor. No. He was right. They had to remain strong. There would be time for mourning later. He...

Not being able to go home? That part didn't really bother Nip. What was more worrisome was the idea of being trapped in this vast emptiness, with or without a body. He had little time to dwell on it, though. He had just enough time to say "our shadows?" Then he, too, was rushed away.

Nip was vaguely aware of a feeling of nothingness, but he was still disoriented. He could see, but could make little sense of his surroundings. He could not move, though, and could not feel his arms, or legs, or anything. Diyem's voice sounded in his mind, followed up by several others he...

That attack, it was growing too large too fast. If it kept growing at this rate, they would be struck down for sure. There had to be something he could do about it. Shadowy energy surrounded Nip, and he narrowed his eyes, swearing he could see Joule’s weak points just a bit more clearly. Nip...

Modified actions for turn 3 (last time i swear) Turn 3 -Umbral Precison -2x chili seed -Shining Rime -Triple Axel