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One miunte, Nip was on his feet, doing his best to dodge as he prepared for the next strike. The next, a nasty blast of energy sent him flying back, and the world went dark. He came around to the sensation of being nudged by a snout. Nip groaned and forced his eyes open, seeing not-Tempest...

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Chapter 16: Broken Expectations Celebi. In front of him was Celebi. The great messenger of time. Prophet of doom and fortune. Struck down as if little more than prey. Fear struck at Nip’s chest like burning claws. His fur bristled, but he couldn’t look away from the horrifying scene. He felt...

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Nip is starting inside Action 1: PU speed Action 2: Assist -> tailwind

Stats: Max stamina, put 2/3rds of the remaining into attack and the rest into hp. Purchases: 2x max elixir 1 silver spike Hyperactive Determined Hex Maniac Second Wind

Another 2 hours of writing and art combined, and a review of one chapter of Instruments of Creation

I reaaaallly need to get caught up on your fic. Right now though, I'm just going to be covering chapter 13 for Catnip. I like that Arcanine can pick up on a psychic intrusion on his mind. To me that gives me at least one of two implications, and possibly both: 1. That being around someone as...

"You're right," Nip agreed. "But... there's something else that concerns me. Something we should be concerned about, if it really was Owen we saw." He paused, taking a deep breath. "If this... is something to do with the blacklight like Brisa suggested, what's stopping the same from happening to...

"One would think," Nip responded bluntly. "But a mon can do terrible things when under stress or under some sort of threat." He flicked one of his ear feathers, turning away to address Owen. "Assuming you're innocent, can you explain how you got that leg injury?"

Nip hesitated, brushing his claws through an ear feather. "Well, I can't promise anything. I'm... not the most sociable pokemon. But I can try to be around more." Tempest stepped forward and nudged Nip in the back. "Well I, for one, think you should go on back now. You came straight here after...

"I understand" Tempest replied. "My own memories are are based off of Nip's memories of Tempest, so there are holes in my life story. I only know what Nip knows. Funny how that works isn't it?"

"More or less," the ninetales replied. "Neither Nip nor myself were born of the Half-Moon tribe. But we were both raised as a part of it." "Tempest was... is my mentor of sorts," Nip continued. "Over all others, he was a pokemon I could count on to give me help and advice."

Tempest gave both Pleo and Nip a quick lookover before turning to address the Lugia. "This is one of your friends. Right, Nip?" Tempest began, leaning forward as if he was sniffing at Pleo. He dipped his head towards the Lugia. "You look to be doing well, Little God. I hope life has treated you...

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"No, I hadn't brought anyone with me," he replied, not taking his eyes off the rustling fabric. "Nothing but..." But his ultra stone. Just as he thought it, the stone rolled out from beneath the fabric, surrounded by a pool of inky liquid. Quickly, the pool formed into a ball underneath the...

"Partilally," Nip admitted, suspressing a wince as one of the wooden planks fell. "Even after all the time I've been here, I'm still not used to the big, structured towns like here. The wide open streets and tall buildings, it feels like I'm both exposed to danger and trapped at the same time...

Nip heard the little Lugia coming before he saw him. At the sound of his voice, he sat up, raising a paw to greet the shade. "Hello, Pleo. I didn't expect to see you out here. He tilted his head before answering the question. "I did make that shelter, yes. It's simple, but that means it's easy...

Although Nip had considered following Maple into Treasure town, enough pokemon had gone with her that he was uneasy with tagging along. She had more than enough pokemon with her to help out. Instead, he headed out past the outskirts of destiny village, and back to the place where he spent most...

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