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Hey BossCar! Sorry for the late Catnip! I read chapter 1, and per your crit preferences, I will do my best to keep things on the lighter side. So right off the bat I do particularly enjoy this change of pace from the first chapter of Identity. It looks like Valen's much more confident, much...

Okay, so Franklin and Scizor have suddenly "gone home without warning" after arriving. What I'm gathering thus far. -Officer Jenny was trying to prod Abra!Wes about it. -Falkor (Drampa) mentions to Mightyena that Reena is a little sad because she was supposed to meet with Franklin that morning...

"̶I̵ ̷g̴e̷t̶ ̷i̵t̴ ̶c̵r̸a̴c̵k̵i̷n̵'̶ ̷l̵i̷k̶e̸ ̵a̷ ̵b̸a̸d̶ ̵b̵a̵c̸k," Odile rapped into the karaoke mic. She stood on the bed as if it were a stage for her comeback performance--because of fucking course it was. The music was perfectly loud enough, she could feel the bass in her gut, and of...

Odette decided to pretend she didn’t hear Laura mumbling, though she did feel the urge to grin a little. It felt really fucking nice, truthfully, to have somebody who was at least somewhat eager to have her presence. Knowing Odile and all. Nope, she wasn’t going to fuck this one up “Nice to...

Odette relished in seeing somebody genuinely smile today after speaking with her. She was two for two; she was starting to feel really good about this. Laura seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders, and some powerful ‘mon. A good ally choice. “My phone actually works just fine, so go...

“It’s par for the course when you’re dealing with demonic possession I guess,” she said dryly. “Thanks, though. I hope you find your Purrloin. I’d freak the fuck out if any of my ‘mon went missing.” Odette nodded along with Laura’s words, still scratching at her cheek. “Keep me updated with...

((back on mobile and typing quick so forgoing emotes for now)) Odette shrugged. “I have plenty of precautions in place, don’t worry. Came packed with a couple blood bags, pills, my little beeper…I’ll live. Hasn’t killed me yet. Not particularly in the headspace for it now, though.” She laughed...

"̵T̷h̷e̷r̸e̴'̴s̸ ̶a̸ ̷l̴o̸t̷ ̸m̷o̴r̸e̴ ̷w̴h̶e̵r̸e̶ ̵t̸h̴a̷t̶ ̶c̴a̵m̵e̷ ̶f̶r̸o̸m̴.̶"̴ Odette couldn't help the relieved sigh that came out of her. "I'm glad to hear that. Not much in the mood to oblige that today." "̵W̷e̴l̶l̸ ̸y̶e̴a̵h̷,̸ ̷b̶e̸c̸a̴u̵s̴e̴ ̶y̴o̸u̶'̵r̸e̶ ̴f̸u̶c̷k̴i̶n̸g̷...

"I've been to a number of these events before; I can't say I'm phased by anything after the last one," she said. She smirked slightly. "Yeah, that's my name. And to answer your question, no. I never do. Last one was a game of 'Never Have I Ever.' Then I think there was one where we played...

"̷S̸e̵e̴,̷ ̴T̴H̴I̶S̴ ̷G̸U̴Y̷ ̸f̷u̴c̵k̷i̸n̶g̶ ̷g̸e̴t̵s̴ ̴i̴t̴.̷ ̶W̸e̴ ̵n̸e̵e̵d̴ ̶t̵o̶-̸-̸"̵ Odile finally took notice of Malachai, a d just how ENORMOUS he was. Her beady little eyes glimmered, and she dropped the fish bones and hovered up to his face. "̶H̷o̴l̸y̷ ̵s̵h̵i̸t̸!̷ ̸Y̴o̸u̷'̸r̶e̷...

Oh. How interesting. As the Bulbasaur's shadow explanded, Enora got a whiff of ghost presence. Then soon, she got her explanation. The Bulbasaur was Vera. The ghost was Dusana. They both belonged to the other trainer sitting at the table. Neat. It must have been nice to have a ghost type so...

She nodded. "I'm Odette. And unfortunately." She politely listened to his spiel. It was actually very cute how proudly he spoke of his species, and only further piqued her interest. "That's a neat species name, actually. Atlantic Bluewing," she repeated. "And you're welcome. You're pretty...

Odette stood glowering at the surface of the water where Odile had gone back down. When several minutes passed and she didn't come back up, she sighed gruffly and finally decided to take a moment to look around. Now she understood why this place had been dubbed "Dazzling Lake." It really gave...

Officer Jenny kinda passively spoke to Wes about the bug type dudebro leaving… Drampa, however, outwardly mentions it.

Odette sprinted down to the lake, yelling a string of incoherent Kalosian and expletives as she wrestled through the island flora, trying to find that gods forsaken tumbleweed. “You. Me. A baseball bat. It’s fucking coming,” she raged as she stomped through a bush. When she arrived at the...

((on mobile and tryna be inconspicuous with my typing so no emotes rn)) Odette blanched. “I—“ she tried to say, shaking her head. “That’s insane,” was all she could manage. She didn’t know how else to convey how much she understood. She empathized so deeply, it was absurd. “…my biological...

"Sure do," Odette said, sounding unamused. "Really, when she's not powered up she's nothing more than an obnoxious toddler. An obnoxious toddler who can turn her head completely backwards, but a toddler no less. She'll act like a straight horror movie character, but if you hand her a Sharpedo...

That comment wasn't lost on her in the midst of the conversation. She didn't want to get too far into it; that was the topic she wanted to try avoiding. But, she certainly placed a pin in it. Odette very visibly became uncomfortable at the mention of a different cult. "Unfortunately, we're...

Poor girl. She'd be so much better at saving face if she knew how to control that trigger happy blush of hers. Another sigh, and she averted her attention away. How was she supposed to explain this politely? "Ikea," she said simply. She let the word linger in the air for a moment before...

She stopped short. After a stunned pause, she tilted her chin down toward her chest and began muttering under her breath. "Je jure devant des putains de dieux, le monde est là pour m'avoir, je ne peux jamais putain de gagner, il n'y a jamais de sursis, je veux juste rentrer à la maison, je veux...