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Rocky jumped up and down, pumping his fists in the air while he whooped louder than anybody. On the ground near his feet, Nate grunted and slowly raised his face out of the dirt, squinting through swollen eyes. "We won! We won we won we won!" Rocky bounced in an ecstatic circle. "Mhhgfckr...

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Welcome to the forums! It's always fun to see another story crop up. A boarding-school-style Pokémon fic focusing on a trainer school seems like a fun idea--honestly, I don't know why I've seen so few trainer school fics over the years, when it fits so well with the canon. And it sounds like...

Welcome to the forums! Glad to have you with us. Platinum rewrite sounds like just the thing with BDSP and Legends: Arceus coming out soon. Hope you're able to write more of it; feel free to ask for help or encouragement here or on the Discord if you're feeling stuck! May you find many fics to...

Nate stood with arms crossed near the back of the group as usual. He wished he could be up in the stands, getting a good view of the fight. It was going to be hard to see anything interesting from the thick of things; turned out getting punched in the face wasn't great for appreciating any sort...

Wwwell I won't be able to claim any of my writing/reviews done over the past couple months until like three hours from now, so I guess just put me down for like 15 hours of writing/editing this round.

"I don't like him," Rocky said immediately once they were outside the building. "Oh, really? Couldn't tell," Nate said cheerfully. Really should have tried to grab the brandy to go, though. Still a shame about that. "Interesting guy. Wonder what the rest of his team thinks of him." "Probably...

"Well, great. I'll take not-total-loss," Nate said. He flicked his glass away with one finger, and it wobbled to a stop near the middle of the table. "Good luck finding your thing, thanks for the booze and all. Oh, right." Nate paused in the midst of getting up. "And if you ain't interested in...

That sure got him quiet, didn't it? "Well, no," Nate said. "But if you'd rather not get into it, ain't no skin off my nose." He tapped his empty glass against the table and took a look around the room himself. They'd been here a while, hadn't they? "So you gotten what you wanted out of me?"...

Rocky gave Mergo a long look, then somehow pulled his knees up even closer to his chest and turned away from him again. He picked at a splinter of wood coming out of the back of the booth while he spoke. "I don't want to talk to you, even to say mean things. I'm not mean. If you want to know...

Something about that answer seemed to disappoint Mergo. Nate's eyes narrowed. What, was he pissed because Nate didn't have whatever problem Mergo'd diagnosed himself with? Whatever. Literally everyone assumed there was something wrong with you just because you didn't want to hug everyone on the...

Nate frowned thoughtfully. "Don't see any reason to get all psychological about it, really," he said. "I mean, yeah, it's stupid to go dumping your life story on whatever rando makes eye contact with you on the bus. You can't just go trusting anybody. That's just common sense, at least where I'm...

"A dancer, huh?" Nate said. "Can't say I've gotten that one before. Specially not as a marshtomp. Swear I'm still about as likely to fall over as get anywhere on these damn legs." "It would be pretty funny to see you dance," Rocky said from his corner. "Yeah, you'd like that." Nate eyed Mergo...

Ah. So that's what this was really about. Nate gripped his glass tighter. Shouldn't have finished that last drink off already. "I was a mudkip, again," he said flatly. "Because someone"--he jerked his head in the direction of Rocky's dimly-glowing eyes--"pissed off a legend and got their ass...

"Alleged by what? By you?" Nate wasn't going to let that one throw him off again. "Deceptive, though, that one hurts. Dunno what would give you that idea."

Nate smirked. "Maybe. You're psychic, ain't you? Don't imagine it's very easy to pull one over on you, except maybe for a dark-type or something. I get the sense you wouldn't have come here in the first place if you weren't up for answering."

"What, you think I ain't been honest with you?" Nate said, unconcerned. He swirled the brandy one last time, then gulped the rest of it down. Setting the empty glass aside, he rested his head on one palm, feeling oddly melancholy. "I don't see what the point of asking anything would be," Rocky...

"I don't believe you," Rocky announced after a second. The familiar folded his arms and looked imperiously down his nose at Mergo. "I don't know why you're scared of telling the truth, but it's stupid." "Hey. Don't antagonize the guy," Nate said. "If you're just going to be a dick, you are...