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Reviewed chapter 36 of The Legendarian Chronicles.

Reviewed chapter 36 of The Legendarian Chronicles. +1 1201 words +1 theme

The opening here strikes me as a little long for a "frozen on the spot, barely able to think" moment - it kinda feels like Jade does get a lot of fairly calm-sounding, rational thinking in here, to a point where I start wondering why she isn't at least trying to run/hide/draw a...

Nate still seemed oddly upset about this for some reason. The way he talked reminded her of Dave when he was annoyed or being weird about something, but Dave wasn't annoyed or weird about science. "They picked a lot of different species," she said. "They were trying to show the viability of the...

Mia tilted her head. "That doesn't make any sense. Most people make kids but usually girlfriends are people who already exist. If you tried to make one it would take way too long before she grew up enough for it to be legal and it would be very impractical. Even if she grows up faster." She...

"Yes. It was his idea but they all worked on it." Mia looked searchingly at Nate. He was being sarcastic, implying he wasn't surprised. But people didn't say that when they actually knew, either. "Why?" Rocky seemed to be very confused and assuming a lot of strange things. Did he know some...

Dave will, according to plan: - Howl at Brisa, Astrid and Owen - Shining Burden at Cabot if Ho-Oh has been knocked out; otherwise, Assurance on Ho-Oh

Mia tilted her head. They were both weird about science for some reason. A lot of people were, of course, but usually not quite like this. "There were eight of us," she said. "Dave and the others made us, and they did it in a lab, but once we were born they just took us home, so I don't...

Dave had just about had a goddamn heart attack upon learning that during his absence in Spirit's Edge Mia had casually gone with Maple and others to explore some fucking hideout and had an encounter with the Giovanni-Mewtwo, just based on the promise that there might be fights. (He'd tried to...

Distributing stats in the following order, as usual: - maximize Stamina - maximize Attack - maximize HP - distribute any remaining points across Defense and Resistance so as to keep them roughly equal, favoring Defense I'm also buying a Reviver Seed. Finally, on turn 1 (unless the strategists...

'Sociopath.' That was a word people often used to describe Mia. Rocky didn't seem very much like what they meant by it at all, though. Maybe only the other him was, but then why would he not be the same? She frowned. The most likely explanation was Nate just didn't know what he was talking...

Mia awoke again at the touch of the Reviver Seed. She reformed her body in a few seconds, squinting at Rocky. "What are you?" she asked. "Infernape can't use Sheer Cold."

Mia was about to deal a final blow when everything changed. The flames disappeared, the heat gave way to icy cold. Her goopy body rapidly froze from the outside in, leaving her suspended in a pillar of ice. As the cold dug in towards her core, Mia only barely had room to narrow her eyes at the...

Mia was winning. She could take this one. She pressed on through the heat; her form bubbled erratically, but held its shape. A low Feint aimed for the legs, to throw off his defensive efforts, then knock him down with Acrobatics? Something like that.

"I mean, I see what you mean about the fucking mind-reading." This was what he'd been doing to Brisa constantly, whenever he pleased? What a prick. He squinted at the photograph she showed him. Christ. Some kind of mental manifestation? Well, whatever else he could say about the fucker, and...

Protect. Hmm. Mia circled around him, pushing to stay ahead of the Flamethrower as Rocky tried to follow her with it. Keeping up this speed for a long time was tiring. The flames licked her feet, yet again, and she bared her teeth as the ectoplasm boiled, dissolved, and reformed. What if she...

What? That was all? Wasn’t she at least going to... ...Fuck it. If she wanted to go, he was all too happy to leave this place behind. Dave stood up, threw a glance at the Delphox, and followed Brisa out.

"Shit." Brisa'd seen -- goddamn it. Something clenched in his chest, a heaving shred of willpower reviving to explain -- what? What exactly? He grimaced and waited for her to say something, a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Yeah, no shit," Dave said. He wanted to say more, but didn't. He sat down too, looking around the room. Everything was weirdly silent, save for the sounds of their breathing as they recovered. That memory was still there, his legs were still shaking, but it was beginning to lose a bit of its...

((brief blood/violent ideation mention)) Dave was shaking as the awful invasive force in his head abruptly snapped back and left him. "Fuck," he snarled, rubbing at his head with a paw. Jesse's eye seemed to be bleeding as he recoiled from the psychic rebound. Dave tried to find some grim...