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Rocky jumped up at the sound of DarkWhite's voice, tail standing straight up like an exclamation mark. "It actually worked!" he hissed from behind his hands. Don't fuck this up! Nate thought back, as sharply as he could. Meanwhile his heart was pounding. Nine times out of ten DarkWhite seemed...

Just wondering, would you mind if I put one of your stories in for this week's Catnip Circle? You wouldn't have to do anything, it just means you would get a review from the event. If you're interested, let me know what story you'd prefer to get the review for!

It was another lovely fucking day at the beach. The waves churned against the rocks down below, and the sea breeze carried freezing spray with it. Here and there a sodden bit of snow lurked in the craggy bowl of a rock. "Wow, what a fucking beautiful day at the beach," Nate said, scowling down...

Parfait Way was pretty swank, and ordinarily not the sort of place Nate wanted to be hanging around. But there weren't all that many places in Destiny Village that weren't all upper-class, and of course there were some houses that were sitting empty because rich people were fucking insane and...

"Yeah, take care," Nate said. It took a few seconds to strap his pack back on, but then he was ready to go... back to his room, which is where he'd been headed in the first place. Just how much of a detour had this been? "Eastern fields, huh?" he said. Never heard of the place. Sounded pretty...

"Yeah, so I heard. That's good, at least. The last thing we need is more mewthings on a fucking rampage." Rocky bounced enthusiastically when the Voice of Life asked about him, nearly dragging Nate up onto the table. "Oh, yeah, he's fine," Nate said, wrestling the shade back towards his seat...

Not terribly specific about that, eh? Nate would just have to hope that if the Voice of Life thought any of those old failures were relevant, he would have said something. "Yeah, well. I think 'wary' is the right place to be." Nate caught Rocky with both hands, and the shade wriggled...

Nate smirked when Buffet mentioned summoning humans indiscriminately. Yeah, maybe Diyem had tried something similar. And he'd gotten a bunch of pokémon mixed in, too. Baby's first world-saving mission? "I dunno," Nate said after a few moments. "The human-pokémon Diyem summoned don't seem any...

It sounded like this zygarde was really the person to talk to when it came to finding shit. Nate wondered where they'd been--helping out with all the corruption-tracking going on earlier? But if so, why hadn't the team heard from them before now. "Thanks. Yeah. There's a lot going on out there...

Returning to this topic at long last! My impression is that most people think that writers giving an indication of what kind of feedback they'd like would be helpful. People seem more split on having some kind of codified system (e.g. "critique levels") or total freeform would be better...

Ohhh, got it! I was kind of hung up on "but most trees don't live thousands of years?", haha. But that doesn't matter for tree rings, of course... Neat idea!

Oh, right. Of course any kind of mewtwo would have big problems with Giovanni showing up. Maybe if they were lucky, the two of them would fight and, like, destroy each other. Cancel each other out. Probably not actually a good idea, since one of them had pokéballs and that meant the failure...

"Well, maybe. It might be damn helpful to know how Silver got here. But mostly I was wondering whether you noticed anything off about him, like about his aura or whatever, that you could sense. And maybe you could, like, tell if anybody else like that was around? From what you said before, I...

Huh. So it actually wasn't all that common at all. On the other hand, everybody was apparently out there getting their memories wiped on purpose. Didn't seem like such a bad deal, honestly. Way less shit to deal with, and it wasn't like you could miss somebody if you didn't remember they...

Like being close with your pokémon, except with everybody? That had to suck. Obviously there were some people you wanted to get that close to, but there were way fewer of them than the metric fuckton of shitheads he wouldn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole. But the hydreigon was clearly one...

Nate had to smile at that. It sounded kind of like the thing where a lot of people couldn't tell pokémon of the same species apart. No reason it shouldn't be the same for humans, if you weren't one. "Can you kinda like... feel all the living things in the world? If they're all sort of part of...

Nate nodded, still drumming his fingers on top of Rocky's stone shell. "Yeah. Hopefully you got some time on that one." It had been worth a shot, anyhow, with how everybody around here seemed to be in the fucking tragic backstory club. But Maple wasn't what he'd wanted to talk about anyhow...

"Yeah..." Nate wished he had, like, a napkin to shred or a napkin to shred or some shit. He settled for trapping Rocky under a hand and tapping his fingers on top of the stone. The shade rattled in protest, but what he was projecting at Nate was only amused exasperation. "You said before, as...

Manifesting on the physical plane, huh? That was new. Sounded more like a god sort of thing than proper legendary. But dammit, now he was curious about just what was so scary about this "Voice of Life"'s true form. "Yeah, I mean, the two of you seem kinda similar, no offense. You can call people...

That was pretty much what Nate had picked up on. Maybe the smeargle had mentioned it way back when? Unknown legend didn't sound all that weird, really, except for one thing. "Yeah, and you... look like a hydreigon. I don't imagine they had too many of those around at the beginning of the...