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He grew tense in anticipation of an oncoming attack. Instinct told Nip he should be afraid of the zangoose. After all, they were known for being vicious predators that could kill with one swipe of their claws. But as Zane charged forward with all the fury of a newborn kit, he couldn't help but...

Was he seriously going to just... stand there and stare and leave himself open? He really was an inexperienced fighter, wasn't he? Nip was quite certain any sort of sparring match would be over in an instant, with the odds in his favor. This was going to be a waste of time and energy, wasn't it...

The joke flew over Nip's head. Well, at least the zangoose was willing to admit that he was a walking disaster. Nip could respect that, even if he didn't respect Zane himself, per se. He blinked a couple of times. Zane... wanted to train. With him? Was this some sort of joke? Still, the fact of...

Nip's ear flicked at the sound of someone entering. He turned his head. It was... Zane? Great. Just. Great. "I am doing something, actually," Nip said, trying to keep his voice polite. "I am trying to prepare myself for whatever disaster is going to strike next."

Day 16, Late Morning Despite everything that had happened yesterday, here he was again, standing in the middle of the damaged dojo. After everything that had happened yesterday, he'd elected to stay out, wandering around till well after dark, returning to the dojo after most of the others had...

"You two go ahead. I'll head back later." Nip turned and headed the other way. With fresh, heavy thoughts on his mind, neither sparring nor resting sounded all that appealing right now. He needed to go elsewhere, where perhaps he could clear his mind. <><><><><><><><>

Oh Yveltal they were going to name it? But naming it would just make it harder to kill if they had to do away with it later! Whatever. He wasn't getting involved with that. "Do whatever you want. It's your Shade I guess."

At the sound of Diyem's voice reverberating in his head, Nip snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced back to the jar, addressing Owen and Dave first. "You are staying in that smaller room. Right, Dave? Probably for the best it's kept there anyways, instead of out in the open where most of us are...

Reviewed 3 chapters of TCATS. Don't have the exact word count, but it's >300 words so should count for a wave of challenges, as well as 3 BLECS

Hey Neb, just dropping a quick review on chapters 9 through 11! As a general note, before I break my thoughts on the individual chapters down, I think you did a great job with this framing device. In most cases, I’d be hesitant to call a transition from first to third person good, but it...

"They're knowledgable. Sapient, is I think the word you would use like your...." He reached into the back of his mind, trying to think of the lessons he'd been given about how this world worked. "Like a feral pokemon, maybe. Maybe smarter than that. Except they could communicate back, if they...

Though Owen had a point, Nip felt quite strongly that Owen should tend to his wounds first. Fortunately, he didn't have to voice his feelings on the matter, as Soda beat him to it. He kept his mouth shut when Dave offered an oran, though; even if he was hesitant to use valuable resources on a...

Nip quickly slid is claws against the edge of the jar's opening, sliding it inside where it plopped to the bottom. He turned his attention to Owen, giving him a quick look over. He tried not to wince at the nasty gash in his shoulder. "You might want to save that for yourself. This thing doesn't...

Wrote for another hour, which should top off the first wave of challenges. Maxing Stamina, Attack, and HP in that order. Holding on to any remaining stat points for now. Purchasing Energize I and putting my radiant support point into status.

Soda? Soda was here? Nip wondered if Dave had sensed him by some other means, or if he'd just been too focused on the garchomp to notice. He grunted and shook his head. No time to worry about that right now. Holding the shade away from his body slightly, he gave it a disdainful scowl before...

Owen's gesture was enough to give Nip a general idea of where to aim. He dashed forward, lunging in an attempt to spear the shade on his claws to prevent it from escaping. Or to at least kill it and keep it from infecting someone else if he couldn't keep hold of it.

Shit! Nip didn't have to be told twice. Even as the words escaped Dave's mouth, Nip was already launching the first volley of shards and preparing another one. An uncomfortable memory of a hunt gone wrong stirred somewhere in his mind, but he pushed it down. There was no time to think about...

It didn't take Nip long to find the scene once he'd reached the marketplace. He weaved his way through the onlookers, passing by like a quick gust of frigid air. At the center he found Owen (vulnerable on the ground), Dave (poised to fight or flee) and the Garchomp (racing towards Owen at...

N... Nap? "I-it's Nip," he stammered debating over whether to focus on how she managed to mistake his name for Nap, or to focus on her other statement. Ultimately he ended up focusing on the more important of the two. He didn't know who Durian was (he didn't remember anyone picking that as a...

His focus was pulled away by the sounds of the charmander entering the building. He opened one eye and tilted his head. "Mellow? What are you doing here? Thought you'd still be at your stand."