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Odette gasped in alarm, dead set on reaching for her Lancet to summon Odile’s full form. However, all panic quickly subsided when she saw that the Hoopa before her looked…really sick. Having been used to shit talking in her head, she wasn’t fazed by the weak words that echoed through her head...

Odette blinked rapidly at the sight of the bottle. “Holy shit,” she gasped. “Didn’t somebody mention that Hoopa can transform with the help of a bottle? Or am I vaguely remembering something from my mom’s textbooks…” She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the artifact, puckering her lips in...

As Odile left with Neo, Novo arrived with none other than Mitch's small key. She offered a subtle grin at the Umbreon, before kneeling down to pick it up. "Good shit," she complimented. She did want to pat him on the head, but decided against it for consent's sake. Instead, she nodded in thanks...

Name: Clovis LeClair Species: Human Personality: Curt, blunt, absolutely done with existence, and above all, rich as all hell, Clovis is a man who doesn't take a lick of shit from anybody. He walks into a room, and automatically assumes he's the smartest one present--because he probably is...

Wes's voice reached her as she had been glaring at the chips of pink paint in the floor. She pushed herself up and tiptoed over to Wes to see what he was pushing on. "Of course, the weird storage space in the suspect's room. I'm shocked," she said. Though how the fuck were they supposed to get...

Hm. Why the fuck would anybody have a chair in a box like this? Fucking weird. Though, there was an all too obvious trap door right where the square of "no dust" was. She didn't have any means to get it open, but there was an Espeon here that could probably levitate it open. But, before she...

"Be careful, then." Enora's ears perked at the sound of Novo padding up to her. His shy demeanor was quite sweet, though she was admittedly quite mentally occupied at the moment. "That's quite sweet of you, but I think it would be best if I stuck close to my partners for a--" Ahem. Enora...

Odette was about to comment that Odile could possibly finesse the lock, but Wes was on it. The way Nate sent that look to Wes wasn't lost on her. And the two of them were pretty buddy-buddy it seemed. "Huh. I take it this isn't the first time you've done this during your stay," she said...

Odette stifled a bitter laugh. "Plenty of drinks after," she agreed. But, that was good news. It seemed like everyone was helping get all the mythicals on their side for...whatever was gunning for them now. That offered at least a little peace of mind. Gods DAMN this fucking Espeon was...

Well, fuck. Not only did they all show up at once, Kimiko was even with them. All with varying degrees of concerned to puzzled expressions. This is what she got for presenting herself as somebody who didn't cry, because now everyone and their mothers would notice. It was perfect timing though...

"̸G̴o̸o̴d̶.̴ ̵M̷e̵r̸c̶i̷.̷"̵ The quietness of his response told her she was effective in her speech. Good, because every single one of those words hurt to say. Being so sad, so emotional (when it wasn't anger), fucking sucked. But when it came to Odette, it just couldn't be helped. And now...

I know I’m running a corpse but I’d like to write for all of them. However if I had to pick three that I would specifically like to write for, it would be Fanregion Supreme, Oops All Quag, and Everything!Ash. Have no restrictions and no qualms going first.

Odette stood up defiantly. "I just said that I was the one who told everyone," she sniffled. Odile held up her hand, silencing Odette. She kept it up for a while, her droopy-eyed gaze not wavering off of Steven. It was only when she slowly lowered her hand did she finally aim her watery eyes...

Odette hated being such a light sleeper. She hated it. The weight of slumber left her almost as quickly as it came, just at the mere sound of her partner's name. She didn't feel any less sleepy, but perhaps that sadness had gone away. All she felt in the moment was the increasing urge to punch...

It was a wonder Odette hadn't bothered to spend more time in here before. Books a plenty, calm lighting, sparse social interaction, and most of all, plenty of corners to duck into to live out an exhausted emotional episode. She'd already gone through a box of tissues. An entire box of fucking...

Fuck me I thought I was so slick. I would have gotten away with this too if it weren't for you MEDDLING KIDS :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad: (real talk why does this actually make sense??? I laughed my FUCKING ASS OFF I hate you <3 )

Hi Josh!! I am so sorry for dragging ass on this, I'm such a dumb shit sometimes--anyway, I know the Catnip signup said any special episode, but you'd mentioned in Discord that it'd be okay if I actually STARTED Journey if I wanted to, and I really wanted to because it's been on my reading list...

Odette had no real reason to not believe him. If that short display was anything, then surely it had some power on hand. She would have to take his word for it and just try to nurse herself back to a semi-decent state of mind on that alone. Maybe it was the bias of ghost types, or it was...

Also down to run again now that I’ve learned from last year (holy shit it’s already been a year since the last corpse started asdfwtfbbq)

It's fine not to be fine. Suddenly she felt like she was back in therapy for a moment. They'd said things like that before. It's okay to feel the way you feel, you went through something nobody should ever have to, you don't have to always act like you're fine... She sniffled and wiped her...