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Rocky kept vibrating even after the poochyena took him, and for a moment Nate was dismayed, but what had he been expecting, after all? It would probably take him a while to calm down, all things considered. Plus he might feel like he was getting abandoned or, like, Nate was trying to offload him...

Well, something there had certainly touched a nerve. "Yeah, that's true. I mean, look how many shitheads there are in this place, and it's about as pokémony as it gets," Nate said uneasily. The poochyena's change of subject stopped him from dwelling on the topic any longer, though. Was he a...

The mention of a daughter surprised Nate for a moment, but it shouldn't have, really. Most of the "team" seemed too young for that shit, but the poochyena had the air of somebody who'd seen all the shit and got tired of it a long time ago. Wouldn't be a huge surprise if he was, like, forty or...

(( Excuse you, Dave, I'll have you know he comes from an extremely-high-quality grittier live-action reboot, thank you very much >:( )) Genetics? That was definitely some science shit, wasn't it? Nate scowled and picked Rocky back up. Maybe he actually was doing a little better. It seemed like...

More than a sip, huh? Yeah, probably. Nate had the sense that this problem was going to require a fuckton of booze, actually. He swirled the drink in his glass for a second, then ended up downing it himself. "Used to be. And I dunno. Normal world. People and pokémon and all that shit. I'm from...

"Well, what else would they be? They ain't regular animals for sure." He was about to say that the poochyena didn't need to smush the berry on the stone like that; Rocky would always pop out and take one if he was gonna. But then the berry fucking exploded, and Nate jumped about a foot in the...

Well, fuck. Nate had hoped the poochyena's shade might be in better shape, and maybe they could calm each other down or something. Well, the other shade was in better shape, maybe because it didn't--nothing really bad had happened to it. But it didn't look like it was in any shape to be...

Nate started when someone he recognized sat down at the bar. That damn poochyena again. What the fuck was he doing here? Oh, good Christ. What had even happened in the, the fight? Had he even, like, attacked the poochyena, or--fuck. Nate just wanted to get the fuck out of there and never have...

There was exactly one good thing about this shitty world, and that was that they actually had alcohol here. Okay, the fact that somebody else was picking up the tab was pretty non-shitty as well, but Nate really wasn't in the mood to be generous. One way or another, there was actually fucking...

The dark beam struck Nate in the shoulder, leaving a black and dripping welt. Hissing curses under his breath, he pressed a hand over the wound and glared at the nightmare-maker or whatever the fuck it was. Asshole. The dark liquid bubbling up between his fingers couldn't possibly be blood. The...

Nate snorted. "Yeah, just one fucking thing after another around here, ain't it?" He watched the bug inch away through the undergrowth. He almost wanted to ask her what kind of pokémon she was, but who the fuck did that? Everybody around here just seemed to know that shit, somehow. After a...

Seven chapters' worth of reviews: Dragon's Dance Of Sand and Shadows (2) Of Sand and Shadows (2) The Roads of Life (2) And 1658 words of writing should clear all waves for me this round.

Back for Chapters 3 + 4! Unfortunately there won't be any quotes to go with this one, as they got eaten in a computer crash, but I have plenty to say nonetheless. :) Also, thanks for trying the nospace tags for me... Glad you ended up finding a solution for the spacing; it looks much nicer now...

Hey, welcome to the forums! It's been great to see you settling into the community. Since you posted your story here, I thought I'd check out the first couple chapters! Luke feels like a bit of a blank slate to me so far. He's got plenty of room to grow! I wonder what he's hoping to get out of...

Perhaps Nate had done too good a job at pissing himself off, or maybe being pissed off was the only rational answer to all the bullshit he'd been through recently. Or ever. One way or another, he was feeling more than a little cranky watching the shade go through its contortions, for some reason...

Awesome discussion so far! Thanks everyone who's shared their perspective. I wanted to jump in quick to offer some info about what is/is not possible in some of the suggestions so far. It would be possible to make a custom profile field where someone could enter their review preferences...

(( well, it did feel like going to a home awww <3 )) The shade chewed blissfully away at the berry, seeming at best only distantly interested in whatever the bug was asking of it, and without all that much understanding of her questions at that. "Well, I guess you got an answer about the...

The mod team's been throwing around some ideas for how we might be able to help writers get the kind of feedback that's going to be most useful to them and help reviewers know what sorts of comments writers would appreciate. We have writers here with all different backgrounds who want different...

"I dunno. Ain't never heard of anything like them, but there's loads of shit I've never heard of." Nate watched uneasily as the bug started making herself comfortable. It wasn't like he was looking for a conversation partner, here. On the other hand, he hadn't really gotten to talk to his shade...