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(( Ooh, interesting spin on things. It has been hinted that there are differences between the various slugs, I think... )) Nate dashed over to the rock at the sound of a voice, scooping it up against his chest and then turning to glare back at the bushes. That bug he'd seen around a couple...

Nate wasn't exactly the woodsy type, but if you wanted any privacy around this place, pretty much the only way to get it was to head for the trees. If even that was enough; apparently some members of their party came out here to kill and eat other pokémon, despite there being basically any kind...

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Nate had to smile at the shade's antics. What the fuck was in these rocks, exactly? Cocaine? "What, you need a boost or something?" he asked. He carefully picked the shade up and tried to... gently... smush it up against the side of the stone. Preoccupied as he was, it took Nate a moment to...

Well, at least the shade didn't immediately go for his face after being let out, and it tolerated the celebi's touch well enough. Didn't look any different, though, or act like it much, still waving its tendrils around and all. Nate wondered whether it was weird for it to be in a room with so...

Ugh, didn't think it would take another assignment to get me to show up here again. I've read quite a bit farther in the story at this point, but... here's chapter two. First some replies to replies. It's hard for me to pin down, but I guess it's a general sense of obliviousness? I think some...

The celebi had actually purified the charmander's shade? Nate had thought she'd just touched it and immediately lost her shit. And it looked as though if anyone was going to try it out with their own, it was going to be him--the charmander's disappeared into one of the rocks even as he watched...

Nate looked over in surprise when the charmander mentioned there were more of the stones hanging out right in the dojo. "Thanks," he said to the charmander, or the sneasel, or both, and went over to dig one of the weird rocks out for himself. They really didn't look like much, just irregular...

"Oh, well, that's good, I guess." In the Reverse World was still a pretty big area to search, and not really where you wanted to end up, but at least it was better than "could be any-fucking-where." "Would have been nice to get some kind of fucking update on that." At least he got to laugh at...

Nate blinked. God, why was being in this place such a fucking emotional rollercoaster all the time? So you could just fucking call God if you wanted to talk to the fucking manager? There was no way it could be that fucking easy. Or maybe the hard part was meant to be that somehow nobody thought...

Nate was already opening his mouth for a sarcastic comment about Karat's failure to "blast him away," but the Mewtwo's comment about Arceus caught him off guard. "What?" he squawked. "I mean, yeah, if we can just... fucking ask Arceus for help with this shit, then sure, why not? I thought that...

Nate barely heard whatever Celebi said to him, his attention fixed on Mewtwo. It couldn't really be him. It was some alternate-reality version again, had to be. Nate tried to reason with the fear strangling his chest. He didn't actually know anything about this guy. Nobody else was freaking the...

Nate left the dojo the first opportunity he got, blinking in the sunshine outside, as perplexed as if he'd been underground for hours. Yeah, sure, he wouldn't have wanted to miss that, but what in the fuck was he supposed to do with, "Yeah, I'm a manifestation of pure negativity and despair and...

Hey, welcome to the forums! From your avatar, I guess you're a Colosseum fan? Great game, and Orre's one of my favorite settings to read/write about, too. Sounds like you've got some fun fics you're working on--hope we'll get to see them soon. Good luck with your writing, and I hope you enjoy...

Hey, I was just wondering whether you'd mind if I put your story in for this week's Catnip Circle? All this would mean is you would get a comment on it from a random one of the participants in the group.

"Maybe some people are," Nate growled. "I think it's fucking stupid. The sneasel's right--we can figure out how bring up that we're all pals with the ultimate evil to the people who specifically want to murder the ultimate evil, like, tomorrow or some shit. We got more important things to worry...