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Huh. Nate narrowed his eyes, trying to focus his anger in a productive direction. It had been kind of a wild guess, but--he glanced over at Starr. Yeah, okay, same page. She was thinking that too, huh?

Nate clenched his hands. He was sure he could feel the blood pounding in his head. "Yeah, you don't care about them. We get it," he said harshly. "You got reactions to other pokémon, though. Mewtwo, charizard, all them. What about persian?"

"Fucking Bean," Nate snapped without thinking. "That guy is--" Shit. No. He had no... No idea if Starr knew about that. And he definitely couldn't get into that with Silver. Instead he growled in frustration, folding his arms and staring at the ground. The fucking pokémon again. That above...

"Really?" Nate looked aside, rubbing at his gills. "I thought you were just busy figuring out how to be a lunala and shit. But they've been watching you? Yveltal and, what, and Chip?"

"Ah, that's too bad," Nate said. "It'll be pretty great when you can manage those. At least you got a lot more firepower to work with than you did when you were a cosmog, right?" He felt fucking stupid trying small talk. Dancing around the real reason they were here. Starr was obviously hoping...

"Heh." Nate sat down. "Glad you're okay, then. Looks like you had a bit of a fall." He cast a look behind him for Starr. "We saw you out flying the other night. Thought we'd see if we could catch you out here. Seems like you're starting to get the hang of the whole bat thing. You figured out how...

Nate struggled forward until he could see into the little clearing. Huh. Yeah, that... Did look like he'd passed out and fallen out of his tree, didn't it? "Last time I caught him asleep, right before he evolved, he was having some kinda nightmare. Going on about Dark Matter and all," he told...

The pine forest was quiet as always, the heavy snow muffling all sound. But that snow was mostly in drifts and patches now, pushed back into shade with scraps of bare needles showing here and there. It was actually almost warm today, though the sun overhead was still weak and watery, lying close...

The fact that no one vanished over night is a blessing, even more so than the new players most likely recognized. Discussion is relaxed, and even the feuds of the previous, strange day seem largely forgotten. Here and there a scuffle breaks out, a couple of raised voices, but for the most part...

Quick request from me: when voting, please put a bold phrase at the bottom of your message like: Vote: Playername It can be pretty hard to notice when a random name is bolded in the middle of multiple paragraphs of narration--having the vote set off by itself will help me out a lot. Thanks...

Any chance it could be some kind of one-off move, like those special attacks the legends and shit can use? Like divine or whatever? If that shithead got his hands on a load of unown, could he get something like that from them?

Last batch of cards! Or I believe so, anyway--let me know if I missed you! @RisingDawn Ghosts! I quite like the type-specific bingo cards. It's fun to think more deeply about the different types. Old Friend Returned Sensu Oricorio Clinging Mist Mt Pyre Smiling Wide Disembodied Hand...

Rocky's going to take Darkwhite's core and hand it over to Chip, retaining a small piece (with purple on it) for himself. While he's there, by Nate's request, he's going to ask Chip to check the logs and see if there was any badge activity in the logs from a) within five miles of Lush Prarie...

Twenty-four hours remain in Day One. The vote stands thus: Abstain: 3 (Namohysip, unrepentantAuthor, Seren) Jesse: 1 (DawningWinds) Lexx: 1 (windskull) Miyako: 1 (Equitial)

Nate sighed, taking a last look around the area. It would be a real kick in the balls if whoever'd been making that projection was hiding behind a bush a few hundred yards away or something, but even if they were, they'd be gone before anybody found them. He couldn't think of anything...

Divine? God, the Mightyena would love that. Heh. Those fuckers again, huh? Well. Guess we've got to find ourselves some way of tracking down "massive quantities of unown, then. Among so many other fucking things. Thanks, I guess. Sounds like we got a hell of a lot of work to do yet.

Oh, yeah, I can imagine. Nate glanced over at Owen. On the other hand, the way that guy had reacted to Owen's display wasn't normal, but whatever. He'd have to defer to the expert on Dark Matter. That shithead mentioned he was trying to gather five kinds of energy to power himself up. We got...

Wow. Where to begin on that? We chased some invisible thing outside, and it decided to stick around and give us a villain speech about how it's gathering power to do whatever crazy master plan. Supposedly it's our invisible spy who showed up to nab Regigigas and was working with Giovanni, but...

"All right, 'That Shithead' it is. I can work with that." Nate sighed, rubbing at his gills. Whoever--whatever the fuck this was sure seemed to like hamming it up with the whole "bwahaha, I know so much more than you" thing, all the taunting and shit, but if they lost it over one fucking "thank...

Nope, it's no problem. After all, if Wes hadn't brought a knife, he could have made one out of the malleable ground-stuff anyhow!