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Jesse paused his patrol of the super-location to offer the oshawott a firm handshake. "Ranger Delphox Jesse Stranger at yer service, fella," he said, his voice somewhere between 'grim' and 'irreverant'. "Former human, saved my world a couple times, really just wanna get home. You shapin' up...

Brisa thundered into battle, her mane ablaze with electricity. The participants were different, and the stakes too, but her will to win was the same. "He's usin' the same fuckin' pattern," she called to Luz. "We're gonna pull the same damn tricks we did last time, then!" Luz sprinted alongside...

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Jesse almost reflexively spat up the same tired arguments he'd been using for years, and instead bit his tongue. "Seems I never will be," he said, drily. "Very well. So long at battles are all it is." At least it sounded like Brisa was handling herself. Of course she was. Really, he ought to be...

...so. This little shit had met Brisa. And that... that was how she'd taken his absence. Of course. It only made sense. He'd wondered many times how she might have rationalised his departure and failure to return, and he'd somehow always known. It just... didn't make it any less painful to find...

"Oh, please do, Ma'am! Havin' to put real effort into winnin' a fight has me practically giddy," said Brisa. "Or maybe that's jus' how hard ya hit her," said Luz, chuckling. Brisa dropped from Pepper's arms to all fours and greeted the rest of Team Spice with a smile, giving paw-bumps to the...

Brisa was still in Pepper's arms when she came to a moment later. She was in the best kind of pain, after-battle hormones flooding her brain the way they never did during an easy victory. Oh, she felt fantastic. "Thank you," she said to the feraligatr, quietly. "Fer givin' me a real fight."...

Brisa—! "The fuck d'you have to do with my kid?" snarled Jesse. "Did you hurt Brisa? Is she safe?" Don't get mad. Don't get scared. Stay focused. Gotta find a way out of this situation. Gotta get home.

"You're gonna win," called Brisa. "Don't ya wanna see it through? Come on! Folks hardly ever beat me, let me lose for once! I won't yield!" She rushed forwards, stronger than she looked because of the arclight burn running over her pelt, going for as many Facade attacks as she could before...

The growl in Jesse's throat kept rising. "Fuckin' get him to report in, then," he snapped. Jesse's paws twitched, a prickling numbness was spreading over his body, and he clenched his jaw. Fucking bastards. He looked over at the oshawott breathing heavily over in a corner. At least anger was...

Brisa growled. Sure, a battle was a way to let loose a little, but that wasn't why she fought. She could go running, or train solo, if that was all that mattered. Gods knew she did that all the time. "Battlin' is what I do! It's how pokémon grow stronger, how we come to understand one another...

"Special Agent Squirt is fuckin' dead," snarled Jesse in the direction of the device. "You placed a child in a room full of strangers and a murderer, and now his spiritual essence is, and I quote, 'eviscerated'. Fuck you, you incompetent, negligent motherfuckers."

"Sweetheart, this might just be the strangest flirtin' I ever received. But if'n you're serious, get it over with and we'll find out how ya know me." Jesse eyed the budding drama surrounding Squirt's loose items of clothing with a raised brow, and very quickly put several pieces of information...

Jesse shooed away the little shit nipping at his ear. "Darlin', I'm flattered, but I'm a married man," he quipped. "Anyone here familiar with these doohickeys?" he asked, hopefully. Maybe someone would set the damn thing up, see what came of it.

So the kid was no ordinary squirtle. And... a deity was present. And this was a simulation to investigate a transdimensional murder. Or else a fever dream, that was still looking pretty likely. Well clearly the fucking palkia was the obvious suspect. It wasn't as if Jesse could go around...

Brisa circled Pepper carefully, seeking an opening past her vigilant stare. "Yeah, though back home my name means 'breeze', for the mountain winds. You can't slow me down enough to win, Pepper!" She was playing it up for the crowd, at Luz's suggestion. As she fought, she felt the barest...

So, her brief caging of Rayquaza was public knowledge now? Brisa wasn't sure how to take that, but Luz was fucking thrilled, judging by her wild whooping. "Howdy, Pepper! I'm ready to see you at full strength, ma'am! Don't you hold back, now!" Brisa's fur crackled with power as she prepared to...

Brisa's mane crackled with agitation as she loped into the arena. She needed to burn off some energy before she could even consider going through with this hypothetical meeting with her father. Even if it couldn't actually happen, she'd gotten way too worked up from staring down a god and all...

Reviewed Nebby, was a BLEC fulfilment. Also, wrote 500 words of one scene, and spent a couple hours editing a different chapter, and have spent an absolute fuckton of time on art, like hours and hours. Jeez.

Jesse returned with some bottles of spirits, in which he was already making a dent. Fuck, that was better. "So," he said to the room in general. "Guess we got ourselves a fuckin' party to have. Howdy y'all, I'm Jesse, and maybe the rest of you fine people have similarly scarce supposition to...