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Celeste approached Dave. “He didn’t try anything too bad, did he?” He sighed. “Last time I bumped into him, I narrowly avoided having one of the locals file a harassment claim against the entire team from how he treated one of the locals.”

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Celeste snapped up a few fish rolls, going only as slow as politeness required. “This is delicious. It’s so nice to be able to indulge without thinking about the prey.”

The smell of the food washed over Celeste. His mount was watering enough that he had to keep swallowing saliva back lest he begin to drool. He began to tap his claws against the ground in anticipation. This makes it easy to take my mind off of- wait, no. Not thinking about that right now. “May...

Celeste was growing used to having options for food, but he still hesitated when put on the spot. Saltriv approached before he made his choice. “Oh, hello Saltriv! Nice to see you here.” He resumed his decision-making. “Perhaps I’ll try some fish. T’was never much of an option for me back home.”

Of all the nice things here, Celeste thought that the endless, unhunted meat was the best. He could eat tall he pleased without a care in the world. “Don’t mind if I follow, too.”

Celeste looked around at the bustling around him. He recognized quite a few of the people here, Icetales, Cuicatl, Cabot, Bahamut’s accursed familiar, and numerous more of his friends. Sure, there were some people he didn’t really know, the one who looked like a grey Mienfoo, who looked to be...

“There’s so much to enjoy here, even for me. If I’m not careful, I might just eat myself into hibernation!”

Celeste arrived at the party. He’d excused himself from the final preparations to go prepare himself. His thick winter coat was groomed back sleek, and he’d purchased a bow tie for the occasion, which Cabot had helped him put on. It was a black one, with little shiny silver speckles that looked...

Celeste sighed. Being at the bottom of a bag for a month, with the one you’re connected to trying to ignore your mental link indeed did not seem very informative. Still, even if it was his fault, the “yet” made it sound like it wasn’t too late. “Can you hear me?” It wiggled in response, but...

Celeste tried to flag down Chip’s attention. “Do you know what happened to mine?” Please, don’t say it’s my fault...

“I’m with Bahamut on this one.” Poipole was rapidly convincing him that perhaps it wasn’t so bad that his was ruined.

Celeste scouled at Poipole, black paint still dripping off of him. “Regardless of wether he’s an artisan at best or not, at least he’s not you. Your were, at your best, a rock. You’ve been headed all downhill since then.”

Celeste looked at the pair of charmander with confusion. “Why would Owen pick out a name for you? Are you not able to name yourself?”

Celeste’s lump wobbled once. Then twice. Suddenly, a formless black void spilled forth from it. It looked almost like a faceless Ditto. “Hello?” It didn’t respond. Celeste’s heart started beating faster. Did I break it somehow? R-Ruin it? Why isn’t it like the others? Did I kill it somehow...

Celeste staggered back from the paint. “I’m normally quite fine, thank you very much... It’s just that witnessing your behaviour has me feeling quite off-kilter. Your remind me of someone... Except that you appear to be all dark and no white.” That was the truth. Some of it was only truth by...

Celeste glanced at the rock he’d been keeping at the bottom of his bag for the last month. They’re like eggs, then. Nothing wrong with keeping an egg at the bottom of a bag... Or at least, in this case it’s fine because it can’t crack. It’s not like that means it’s sapient now. I didn’t do...

Celeste was frustrated. Raising and lowering his tail wasn’t going to make him feel better. He’d barely even used it in the battle. All it did is make him worry that someone was going to try to walk behind him at the wrong time and lose a limb. Worse, it seemed an increasing number of people...

“I think I hate this world. I hate it. I really do.”

Did Brisa and Starr both just? At the same time? There was no time for this. They were free, the portal was open now, and Celeste didn’t want to be left behind with Darkwhite and Mewtwo. Their strength came from being in a group, he hadn’t forgotten what had happened when Darkwhite had caught...