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Feral snarls and snorts answered Brisa as a creature that went on all fours stared back at her. Fiery jaws were latched onto a large Substitute doll which had been shredded and burned in so many places, ethereal mist bleeding away at its form. His pupils dilated at Brisa and he spread his wings...

Potluck winced a little at that, but sighed and plucked open the bag by one of the straps and pulled out the singular object that took up most of its space. It looked like some kind of heavy, stone, mechanized helmet that looked just a little too small for Potluck's head and crest. If Potluck...

Off to the far side of the park there was a small, secluded but dense forested area that Pokemon sometimes went to explore in private. Usually pairs, or sometimes alone for a nice walk. In Owen's case, he'd gone there for something a little more natural than the training rooms, which always made...

"Er, um." The crest on his head seemed to fan down slightly and he looked away. "It's... just something I need to carry around for a little while, just in case, that's all .I, um, I-I've gotten stressed more easily lately, so... Just in case I get too stressed, I just have to put it on. That's...

"Sure." Soda waved Shiron off, watching him go before finally looking at the emptied glass. "Yep... No human to go back to anymore," Soda said to himself. "But at least you have a new home to go back to. Figure that's what you want, too." He took another long, long look at the glass, moving it...

"...Tch. It's nothing. We're just sharing something we have in common, I guess." He took another drink and shook off the alcohol with a sighing grunt. "Guess that's where I'm gonna call it for me, too."

"Aww, it was nothing." As Potluck sat, his tail swished behind him, kicking up a small whirlwind that a few Pokemon walked around to avoid. "I had a lot of fun! Pleo's really nice. He must have come from really good memories."

"Y'know, that's fair too." Soda nodded and took yet another drink, and by now his cup was empty. He shook it toward one of the waiters, who nodded and headed off to get another. Soon, he returned with another cosmic drink. "To abandoning humanity," he said, raising his new glass.

Soda smirked a little at that, but then seemed to hide it with an illusion. "I get that, too," he said. "I think Pine has something similar going on, y'know. Not that he ever talks about it, but you can tell. I think one day Pine just didn't go back... or he didn't have a choice, either. Heh...

"Nah." Soda shook his head. "It's just been so long. I've been a Zoroark longer than I've been a human. I probably don't even remember what it means to be a human anymore." He looked at his own fur, contemplative. "I don't remember what my face looked like. Or my hands. Any scars, freckles. It's...

"Tss..." Soda leaned back, tapping his claws against his arm, like he was really considering it. His eyes held an odd, somber glint in them that he didn't usually have. And he was quiet for a while, letting only the buzz of the bar fill the silence. Then, finally, "I dunno."

"Heh, yeah. Lots of us in this world. Pine, Pita, Thyme, and Bone, the other Omen Heroes, I guess. Except I wasn't really an Omen Hero, just some other world-saving thing in another world. Whatever." He looked off, tapping the glass of his drink. "Couldn't go back home, so this is my body for good."

"Ehhh, you'll get used to it." Soda leaned back. "Being a Zoroark was weird as hell for me. Well, Zorua, which was even worse. Going on four legs and all that... Yeah, I don't miss that."

"Definitely not," Soda said, but then his ear flicked at something Shiron had said. He tilted his head a little, clicked his tongue, and then leaned back. "Huh. So you're human, too."

"Well, good luck," Soda said. "The thing about spies is they usually operate in a way that you can't get hard evidence on them unless you actually catch them in the act. Considering what we're dealing with, probably gonna be too late if that happens. I half want to suggest getting every single...

"Hi!" Potluck said, his eyes gleaming a happy, energetic yellow as he found a seat across from Pleo. "I'm having lunch! How about you? Curry?" He tilted his head. "I like the curry over in Treasure Town more, but at least with over here it's with everyone else all the time."

Soda shrugged. "Can never really tell, especially when the spy thing is kinda just looming over. Assuming Giovanni isn't just trying to mess with our heads or something." He clicked his claws. "What's your take on that, anyway?"

Heavy pitter-patter, some from hard talons and others from pawpads, shook the ground next to them as Potluck walked next to them. Over his shoulder was a large bag that seemed to contain a huge object of some kind, though this was a routine for Potluck now and then. Nobody really asked why. He...

Hey everyone, this is the belated announcements for this round! A lot of this has already been discussed on discord by quite a bit. This is more or less a completion of a lot of things that we've been looking through after addressing some complexity pains of the game. Even if things look...

Pepper had managed to roll onto her belly to push herself into a better position. Then, rolling again, she managed to get to her feet while Surf and Turf stormed the arena, Thyme leisurely following behind them. "Thanks," Pepper said with a sigh, though there was still that hint of...