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Typical psychic type. Sharp as a damn chef’s knife. Odette shrugged. “In essence. I’d certainly compare it to mega evolution. Except, I don’t need a stone, just need to draw some blood.” She then turned to Noro. “Correct. Call it demonic possession,” she cracked, rolling her eyes as she said...

As soon as Odette caught sight of Alakazam's fainted form, she took that as her signal to rush for her bag. Drowziness was onset, and though her monitor beeped at a much slower pace, she knew she needed to get some fluids back into her system. Thankfully, Enora knew what she was coming for...

Enora was the team healer for a reason. She knew she could pack a punch, but she found her niche in keeping everyone standing. And calm. She watched the battle intensely, willing Odette to keep her composure. So far, she was doing a fantastic job. She looked almost tranquil, while still...

Odette raised her brows. She didn't get to gawk very long before she suddenly had to look away, as a blinding light took hold of the arena. She was able to look back just in time to see it make contact with Odile's wing, just as she exchanged it with her malicious shadows. It wasn't enough to...

She eyed the gecko thing intently. An Inteleon, it looked like. And evidently a huge pain in her ass. "̵A̷r̵e̷ ̵y̴o̶u̸ ̴p̸a̸r̴t̸ ̷f̵u̴c̷k̶i̵n̶g̴ ̸s̴n̸a̴k̸e̵ ̴o̴r̸ ̴s̷o̵m̵e̶t̸h̵i̴n̵'̴?̷ ̵F̴i̶n̷e̸,̵ ̷I̶'̶l̶l̵ ̵f̴u̵c̷k̶ ̵y̴o̷u̶r̴ ̴c̸l̸o̶a̶c̴a̶ ̸s̸i̸d̴e̸w̵a̶y̶s̷,̸ ̸s̷a̴m̸e̵ ̸g̴o̷d̴d̷a̶m̵n̷...

Odette, rubbing her pricked thumb against the side of her index finger to lessen the flow, eyed the duo before her. Watching their faces for that onset horror, panic, alarm, whatever it may be. It came in bursts, but they seemed to be very versed in holding themselves together. Respect. "A...

Odette returned his look, searching for any signs of aggravation. She watched that baffled look come and go. Must have manifested in his pulsing fist instead. Her eyes momentarily flicked to the Alakazam's. Narrow. Suspicious of her probably. Psychic types had a knack for questioning everything...

To: Serious Business Hey everyone. Odette here. If you received a really obnoxious message from my Pokemon friend last night, I apologize. She's a dumbass. Not the Sylveon, the other one. The Alakazam trainer challenged me to a battle. I have no intention of losing, so that'll be my...

Odile's eyes snapped open at the sound of something rushing through the air. Headed for her. Her wings enclosed around her body, just in time for the shot to splatter across them. Gods it was cold. Ice water bad. "̵̢̖͕̝̍̀̈́ͅḆ̴̈́̃̐̓̀Ĭ̴̞̬̈́T̵͕͔̣͈̣͐̒́C̷̨̨͈͕̾Ḥ̷͉̭̈́,̴̪̞̘̣̭̀͋̿͛͌ ̶͎̋̌͗Į̶̫̱͆̈...

Pursing her lips, she side-eyed Noro, bringing a finger to her chin. "Really now?" She went through the motions of miming deep thought, before shrugging. She walked over to the bleachers, up to Enora, who was sitting with her backpack. "Don't think I've ever battled an Alakazam before," she...

Well, whoever had decided to barge their fucking way in here was in for a beating, especially with that tone of voice. Just for that, she didn't bother to stop her turns until she naturally slowed down, after which she lowered herself off her toes and looked toward the intruder. She wasn't sure...

They might as well have turned these indoor arenas into dance studios. The floors really were perfect; she couldn't get over it. She finished it out her her series of a la Seconde turns with a leg hold, before bowing out into a tilt, which she ended up stumbling out of. She gave a gruff breath...

Odette pressed her lips together, debating how she should respond to that. That sort of reaction simply ran in the family--or rather, this string of parallelism in the multiverse. If what happened two days ago, before they'd made up with Steven, was any obvious show of that. Yeah, she'd really...

The cops had said don't leave the area. Odile had said fuck that. Nobody told her what to do, ever. Well, except Odette. And sometimes Enora. And sometimes Clovis. And sometimes the other scientists. Okay. Scratch that. Cops didn't tell her what to do. She could not be bound by the shackles of...

"You know, she really sounded like she was going through it and I thought I was going to have snap her out of it. But she was completely fine by the time we got to the infirmary so I really don't know. She could have just been being dramatic, but she's also not one to cry like that..." Damn...

"None taken. It's really hard to offend her because she already thinks everything is a joke." As for where the stupid tumbleweed was... Odette shot a look over toward the bush she'd initially emerged from. She hadn't heard it rustle again since then. "Probably still in that shrub over there...

A bitter chuckle. "For your sake? I hope not." She felt herself nodding some more. "Definitely. If we can deduce that some of the mythics are being suppressed, it's just more info for us, even if we don't learn anything specifically about where the missing trainers and 'mon are. Might mean a...

She opened her mouth to yell, but caught herself as the words made it to the tip of her tongue. Relax, relax, keep it together. Not worth your energy. "That's 'Odette' or 'Miss' to you," she snarled. "Nothing less, nothing more." Your Majesty just brought up bad memories. She didn't need that...

Odette felt her fingers curl up. A bout of anger surged from her lower back and up through her nerves, causing a frown to take hold of her face. She didn’t appreciate being eavesdropped on when she was trying to keep her voice down—not that she had any room to be upset, as a master eavesdropper...

"Darling, you've just witnessed something traumatic. You deserve a little worry. There's nothing to apologize for." She pursed her lips. She wasn't getting too much out of him. He was far too distressed, it seemed. Hm... "Do you have a friend you'd feel more comfortable talking to? I know you...