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Awesome! Thanks for moving the game along. In the future, please do include a link to your review, though, so I don't need to track it down--I wouldn't have guessed you'd put yours on FFN, for example.

Rocky tugged on one of his spectral ears, frowning. "Well, it's complicated. I mean, I'm a familiar! I'm kind of like a version of somebody else. And Mudkip doesn't actually know exactly what they are, so that means I don't actually know, either. But I can do lots of cool stuff! See?" Rocky...

Not going to be able to make par this round, unfortunately, but here's what I've got: Two chapters of Heroica Legends Three chapters of War 1-9 One chapter of PMD: Wildcard One-shot, "The Meaning of Gifts" One "chapter" of Sutoraiku High Eight chapters' worth of reviews total. Also actually...

Rocky probably hadn't even heard Nate. After a moment of lying there, getting his bearings, he must have noticed he didn't end up with a scythe at his throat. "I won!" The familiar leapt to his feet, fire blazing back to life. "I won! See? I told you I didn't need your help!" "Yup. You figured...

Rocky stumbled back when the scyther made a dive for his legs, then fell down completely when she followed with a vicious upward strike, one that looked like it nearly tore his ectoplasmic body in half. "N-no, I'm not going to..." Rocky started, putting his hands up again to block the scyther's...

The scyther dodged most of the flamethrower, as expected. She was fast, but she couldn't keep dodging forever--and she didn't, instead streaking forward with a quick attack that knocked Rocky back with a surprised yelp. "Oh, yeah, guess you really didn't need any advice," Nate said while Rocky...

A couple of air slashes splashed against Rocky's protect shield. The familiar dismissed the barrier with a flick of his tail and raised a hand, spewing a flamethrower up at the scyther. "More fire, huh?" Nate said mildly. "Bet she won't be expecting that." Rocky glared at him.

Hey, welcome! Always great to see a new face, and horror PMD sounds interesting! We've had a couple stories posted here that look at PMD through a horror lens. It's definitely a fun angle to take on the setting, with reality-distorting dungeons being just a fact of life... Most horror fics are...

"Mmm," Nate said, watching the scyther go up and over the worst of the heat wave. "Have fun, I guess." A second later the bug familiar streaked down with an aerial ace attack that cut right across Rocky's chest. The ectoplasm tore and reformed a second later--definitely like a ghost, yeah. Nate...

The scyther wasted no time getting started, darting around the arena with an agility. Plenty fast, but plenty fragile, too. Rocky shouldn't have a lot of trouble against a bug. If she even was a bug. All the familiars were kind of shadowy, wispy things. Did they actually get whatever typing...

"What, just like that?" Nate asked. He was barely through the fucking door and they were going to start up a battle? Rocky didn't seem fazed. "Sure! I like to fight." He wandered over to the small arena marked out on the floor, then turned to face Mia, puffing his chest out. "You better watch...

The training rooms under the colosseum were a familiar spot by now, although Nate didn't give much of a shit about training himself. They were usually pretty quiet, though, and they had doors that shut, and it was rare that anyone would come and bother you while you were supposed to be learning...

I'd be interested in any of those scenes, although the ones with Shield or Silver would be the ones I'd give highest priority. Probably not going to be able to squeeze another plot scene in this round, though, so I'll see what's still available at the top of the next!

"Jesus," Nate muttered as Darkwhite floated cheerfully away. Time to get scarce for a while. How the hell had he managed to add "horny pokémon" to his list of problems? The rest of the team fucking owed him for getting that creep out of their hair before she could ruin the moment. "Rocky!" he...

Jesus Christ. If that was really bits of that necrozma guy... and the team had found more of them lying around there... well, pokémon were fucking weird, but "we found maybe half his body" didn't exactly sound fucking great. Was Maple, like, going to fucking cry or something? Rocky looked like...

Nate had been stuffing bits of tech back into the net, figuring that Rocky could haul it over to the lab. He still ached, though, worse than he would have expected from a little fall, and there was some kind of weird bruise running up his side. Had he gotten hit by an attack or something? With...

"Ow. Motherfucker." Nate picked himself up off the tile, nursing what felt like it was going to be a full-body bruise from where he'd crashed down on the floor. Rocky was on his back nearby, looking dazed. "Aww. The pokéball didn't work." "Yeah. Either there's something about him becoming a...

Nate didn't need telling twice. He turned and sprinted after the rest of the group. And got left behind even worse than usual, now that most of the fuckers had evolved. Rocky lunged for the pokéball on the side of Brulee's chamber, unceremoniously dropping his netful of assorted Rocket junk to...

Oh, fuck. Giovanni-Mewtwo didn't have quite the same overwhelming presence the mewtwo Nate was familiar with did, but that meant that it was a hell of a lot easier for the bastard to sneak up on you. Had he been lying in wait the whole time, expecting them to show up, or had they managed to trip...

Well, no shadow machine that Nate could see. Thank fucking God for that. Nothing rampaging, either. On the whole, a bunch of shadowed legends still in good shape, and still in their containment chambers, was pretty much the best thing anyone could hope for in this case. Nate scowled at...