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Great to have you here! A ghostly story set in Sinnoh sounds like a lot of fun... that snowy atmosphere's goes well with the chill of the grave, plus you've got stuff like Eterna Forest and rotom to work with! Good luck with your writing, and I hope you find some fun stuff to read around here...

Nate's eyes narrowed when Owen mentioned the last fight. Maybe he should go a round with the little shit, just for that. Well, whatever. Diyem insisted the shadows were totally natural and nothing to do with the machine, so if he was lucky, one of his teammates was just talking to some kind of...

Nate had to stop moving, trying to concentrate both on the voice in his head and the one in the room. Well, it's good the shadow's not causing trouble or nothing, he reluctantly allowed to Diyem. Dunno that I'd call it a good thing, though. If you're trying to seduce somebody to the dark side or...

I definitely support people curating links to scenes where their characters appear if they're interested in doing so; I think it'll make things a lot easier for anybody trying to catch up with a character or catch up with old scenes. I don't think we want to be putting them in this thread...

Nate hung around near the open door, and was perfectly content to stay there even after the charizard dissolved away. Like the charmander was saying, with the shadow apparently always being there, it wasn't like he was really safe, even if he couldn't see it. At least it looked as though he had...

Nate followed after Owen, keeping up an uneasy rotation of watching the charmander versus the charizard floating behind versus everyone else in the room. He didn't really fancy being alone with the guy... guys... when he was like this. He'd had enough of getting his--of shadows. He'd had enough...

"Harnessing" the shadows. Right. Nate looked from the charmander with the tail spitting black flame to the dark charizard glaring from his other side. No points for guessing who was really fucking in charge here. "So, uh, what gave you the idea of, you know, trying to learn to use the darkness...

(( Nate eats cookies whenever he DAMN WELL pleases. :P )) Realistically, Nate wasn't going to be able to lose the charmander if he really wanted to have a heart-to-heart; he just wasn't fast enough. But through sheer luck, it seemed like he might have an opening. Nate wasn't about to literally...

"Mmm." Nate glanced towards the table Owen indicated and tossed another cookie in his mouth. "Well, you checked, and obviously, I'm fine. Good talk. Now, I've got a date with dinner." He turned to go.

The loaded potato wedges he had, what, shoved in his bag where they could go all cold and linty and get random shit stuck to them? Nate could pay for food (or make other people pay for food) here. He didn't need to eat whatever random shit people offered him. He faced Owen full on. "Whatcha...

Oh, wonderful. He'd just been thinking that exactly what he needed now was a bit of fucking company. Nate scowled briefly at Owen and then went back to browsing his food options. "What mudkip eat?" he grunted. "That's easy. Pizza, and burgers, and nachos, and"--well, what was down here was...

Destiny Village wasn't bad, really. Almost homey. And it even had a proper colosseum, something Nate hadn't seen in ages. And the minccino hadn't been super interested in sticking around for a few fights, which, well, more than fine with him. The battles weren't great, which didn't surprise Nate...

This is a fantastic concept for a story! I really love the idea of Ash unwittingly traveling around with reincarnated Giovanni (as a nidoran!) and Giovanni's persian and generally having no clue, the way Ash does. There's all kinds of fun to be had with how both Ash and Giovanni would handle...

"Well, that's good," Nate said. "Sometimes you just gotta talk this shit through." Indeed, it seemed like the minccino was interested in his personal shit now. Time to get gone. "Yeah, I used to be human, but not for a while now," Nate said. He got up and started fussing with his pack, pulling...

"Yeah, like that," Nate said. "Fuck the shadows, seriously. And the shaymin, and that fucking machine, and that fucking smeargle and this whole fucking shitty world." Nate smiled, watching the words drift and fade away on the white steam of his breath. "Feel better?"

(( lol, good question, Cino! )) Nate didn't think it likely that nobody else had gotten hurt by the seed flares; from what he recalled, those had torn people up pretty bad. He wasn't about to go digging around in the old memories to try and dispute it, though. "Yeah, helping other people out in...

Eh? The shadow thing was back again? Nate tensed, then crammed the rest of the nanab berry in his face and got it down in a couple of chews. He was ready to go if more water was needed, but he couldn't see anything this time. The only thing weird was the minccino seemed a little more distant...

Well, fuck. The heavy shit just didn't end, did it? It was one thing if the minccino'd gotten zapped and the shadow thing had only shown up then, but if this was something he'd been dealing with since he was back in his own world, and it'd followed him over here somehow, that was a whole other...

Oh, Jesus. So the minccino claimed it was a shadow, but then something to do with a parasite? Either way, it sounded like a whole fuckton of bad news. Nate shrugged out from under his pack again and flipped it open. "Here. I know you said you ain't hurt, but you want a berry anyway? Maybe...