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Hey kint! This time I'm here to tackle chapter ii, notorious! My first impressions on my initial read-through were one that was definitely fascinated more than anything, and I think one of your biggest "good calls" was using a Rotom cameramon for the perspective of this fight to capture a lot...

Soda's expression froze, like he'd heard something profound, and he sat up. "Shit, I never thought about that," he said, tapping a claw to his chin, thoughtful. A few silent seconds passed, Soda looking forward like he'd been listening to a very interesting professor. He then took another...

"Well, a Roselia into a Roserade has nothing to do with strength and all to do with luck! There is nothing to be ashamed of there." Truffle bowed, though he kept his head upright. "A glimmering stone of mystic power is required for your kind to ascend further. But within, in your spirit, I see...

"Certainly not!" Truffle agreed to Cynthian. "Yet where you see something pathetic, I see something of limitless potential and growth, just the way the Grass-type is known for!" Truffle crouched down, bringing a wing to hide his face. "Just as we are looked down upon for being one with the...

"Now, that's no way to face danger!" Truffle fluffed up his feathers and let out a low hoot. "There is no better time to start being a hero than the very moment you shed your apprehensions and face the fright head-on!" And suddenly, Truffle swept over Cynthian, aiming to pick him up to place...

"Part of being a hero is standing up to great frights!" Truffle declared, spreading his wings to blot out the sun. "No hero is fearless, truly, for in their hearts they always know that the reason to fight is something others fear."

Soda glanced to the left, then shrugged. "Berries are over there, usually for emergency supplies if sparring gets too crazy." He clicked his claws thoughtfully. "Don't eat too many, though. I don't think they work the same on you guys anyway." Despite this, Soda didn't lift a claw to help out...

"I was about to ask you the same question!" Truffle swooped over in a single wing beat, landing next to the tiny Roselia. "You seem troubled! Are you worried about the incoming battle against the Magikarp? There is nothing to fear! You are all heroes in the making!"

"Not sure where Astrid went," Owen said, looking back. "I think she left around the same time the others did... And I had gone for supplies, so..."

"Cynthian of the Outworld!" The voice came from behind, booming and certainly scaring away any wild Pokemon that might have been lounging about in the nearest area. It was from Truffle, the boisterous Decidueye of infinite radiance.

Soda stared for a while, but then shrugged. "Nah, you look just fine. Good luck against the Magikarp, you'll do great." He went back to his popcorn.

"Well, that was on helluva fight." Soda said monotonously. "So, how about the part where you guys are gonna take on a giant fish next, eh? You're down one unit already, what say a few more or whatever?" He rolled his eyes and took down a mouthful of seasoned popcorn. "Better hope you guys...

"Diyem?" Owen looked up. "Who is... Dark Matter?" An entity that had been expunged from this world roughly a decade ago, Diyem replied. I do not know the specifics of how it happened in this world, but typically he intended to throw the planet into the sun, thus returning all life to the void...

Owen winced, nodding. "The Blast Seeds were pretty effective, though," he said. "But... er... I'll definitely need to find ways to do more than, you know..." Even his Ember attack, which he'd managed to develop since then, wouldn't be of much use against a Magikarp. "I found a bunch of berries...

Diyem could feel it. Curio's complete and utter lack of her technique boosting her abilities. That wasn't Swords Dance. That was hyping herself up. ...Perhaps he could inform her later. He had a feeling that telling her now would just get an earful. Then again, so would informing her later...

I suppose you could say that. Owen sighed, rubbing his eyes even as the tremors got a little bit louder. "Hey, um..." He looked up at Necrozma. "I know you don't trust me a whole lot, but... Let's at least try to work together with what we have, right? We have enough infighting as it is..."

Soda made a whistling noise from the picnic blanket. "Break a leg!" He started pouring the first batch of popcorn into a large ceramic bowl, sprinkling on what appeared to be dried and seasoned seaweed flakes.

The Master Post of all Blacklight rules has been made! Consider this the be-all end-all of how Blacklight operates as it stands. Let me know if I missed anything or if there are more questions or clarifications needed so I can keep that as up-to-date as possible...

Hey all, the following is the master list of all rules, decisions, and stipulations related to Blacklight, from battle mechanics to roleplay formats to challenges. Anything said here should be taken as the final say if there is contradictory or outdated information elsewhere. Link to the...

"Mrm. Fun." Diyem decided not to comment. "Good luck." A black bolt of lightning struck the Mew, sending him to Cibus. <><><>