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Hey all, just making a roleplay announcement that at around Saturday, I intend to advance time to Day 1 ~ Evening. This is a small skip, so it shouldn't be too much of a jump, but be aware that some of these jumps could be for several days. Of course, since Magikarp is looming in the distance...

I would appreciate you not making such asinine insinuations, Diyem growled. You have no proof that I am this so-called World Ender's minion.

Please do not be reckless with those bodies. I don't think you understand how hard I worked to make those.

"Er, yes," Truffle said, though he didn't seem very satisfied with the name or title. "Well, no. We don't run this place; we are here on a mission, I suppose similar to how you are, though we actually live in this world." He adjusted his feathers nervously, humming. "However!" And back with the...

"Of course! Onward!" Truffle, with his incessant enthusiasm, marched toward the Dojo, past the fighters, and into a hall that seemed to go nowhere...

In what appeared to be a dead end of the Dojo, a false wall slide away to reveal a small alcove fit for approximately four, perhaps five Pokemon. A miniature set of supplies, similar but lesser than what was provided in the main room, allowed for a small bunker to hide away from the world. The...

"Soda had something arranged for you. I'm not sure what, but he should be sending me the notes once we get there. Do you have the time to go? He said it shouldn't take too long."

"Mhm." Surf crossed her arms, frowning. Then, with a defeated sigh, she said, "Well, I guess I should get going so I can get more of this medicine to Turf... If you guys can somehow break through that Magikarp's immunity, you should focus on that first. See you." She walked past them and toward...

"Sure! I--that sounds fair!" Owen was still unsure, but he had to at least try for the sparring. "I'll... try to take it slow for now." He maintained his battle stance, flame crackling. "Ready..." He wasn't, but he never would be. "Go!" Owen crouched, knowing that Cabot sported incredible...

"Ah, Poochyena! Wonderful! I was looking for you." Truffle flew toward the much smaller Pokemon and leaned forward in a graceful bow. "I would like to bring you to the Dojo. I will not take long. Will you follow me?"

The idea of going all-out while sparring... Something about that made Owen's flame burn a little brighter. Though something else was also on his mind. "Used to be evolved, huh?" he said, nodding. "Yeah. That's too bad... I can't imagine, like, having wings, and then... going back to a body like...

"Yeah, that was nice," Owen agreed, though he did seem a little disheartened. "...I still feel really weak, though. I mean, I don't really remember how strong I used to be, but there's this feeling in my gut that I should be really upset about it for some reason..." He sighed. "We have to make...

"It's quite a hectic day," Truffle agreed, stepping into the main square after arranging some other errand that he had to take care of. "You are... ah, you're another of the visitors, is that right? Well, there's not much for you to do while we continue to observe Magikarp's movements... But...

While nothing more than a hastily repurposed training room, this large, expansive alcove of Marowak Dojo's underground chambers doubled as a shelter for Diyem's heroes while Magikarp approached, in addition to their spot to relax in peace. Water, basic raw foods like berries and gummis, and...

"Perfect." Soda nodded, then disappeared. "What--where did he--" He was already halfway across the room and down the hall. "This way!" he called. Had he really set up that illusion of himself talking to them, just to get a head start on walking? Talk about impatient...

"Turns out one of 'em's right here," Soda sad. "Saw you guys going along and followed." "While invisible?!" Owen protested, pointing at the Zoroark angrily. "You could've, I dunno, made me sneeze an Ember on accident!" "Pbbt. Whatever. Actually, while you're here, how about I show you guys...

Giving Owen Ember, as he learns that at level 4 as of Gen 8, 7 in earlier gens.

Owen nodded, though his gaze trailed over to the fighting that was already happening. "I hope they're training well enough," he mumbled, flicking his tail anxiously. "Sure, let's use that field for now. Uh, g-go easy on me, please. I can barely hold a flame..." Soda hummed behind them. "You...

Wrote for a little over three hours last weekend, clearing wave 1. Total words for BLEC: 1758 (I was wrong, gotta publish for it to count.)

Owen followed Cabot to the Dojo, glancing back at the shop one last time. Hopefully they would be able to sort out what they could use later... <><><>