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Laura's smile felt a little less heavy on her face. It really was a pity they wouldn't see each other again after this. Maybe they'd get a little time, after all the terrifying conflict shit blew over...? She could stand to get to know this kid better. Seemed like they had more and more things...

Sleet went stiff at the physical contact, but didn't recoil. Friends. This was friendship. This was... a good thing, and not a problem. "Everrrryone dies," she muttered, once Hazel finished speaking. "Usually ssssomeone else is involved." Then, not feeling that this was enough, "Hazel, it is...

Malachai chuckled to himself at Aggron's talkative reply. One found ways to keep one's mind clear of hideous whispers, he supposed. <Low and high should suit us well,> he replied, with dry delight. <From even a single battle, I come to understand my opponents – and I understand you to be a...

Laura looked up and smiled faintly at Jade. It was good to see her. Among all the champions and weirdos and saviours, it was good to have a girl like Jade around so Laura could feel less out of place. Right now, Jade didn't even seem any younger than Laura felt. "Relax, huh?" she said, a little...

Sleet's guts pulled a loop inside her at the idea of someone else being the same as her – of course they weren't the fucking same... but hadn't they just been through something similar, and didn't they have... things 'in common?' Yeah... "Saw a bad old memory of back when things were shittiest...

Sleet didn't grin, exactly. When she saw her friend (if Hazel was a friend, if it mattered whether Hazel was a friend), she made a dry, tense face, half smile, half grimace. She winked humourlessly. "Feeling... bad," she croaked. Why joke? Why dance around it? Hazel wouldn't understand anyway...

Malachai heard Aggron's heavy steps easily enough, then heard the change in pace as the stolid titan approached. Malachai's mouth twitched up a little at the unfamiliar feeling of being sought out for companionship by another 'mon. He flexed his wings, and began to shed altitude in a vast loop –...

Author's Note: Sorry about the absurd delay on this one. I promise, I’m never giving up on this fic, and still have a substantial amount pre-written and planned, it’s just that my life has been too hectic to prioritise a passion project like this lately. I’m fine, and my support network is...

She had to hand it to Darkrai. Sleet's nightmare was the work of an expert. The real enclosure had been less restrictive, somehow. Or perhaps she remembered it differently. She'd been smaller then, hadn't she, as she'd looked through the glass at all the kids lined up to ignore her? “No, she's...

The broken body of a human girl lay before Malachai, steeped in blood, reaching out for his protection. Protection that never even reached her. Laura lay dead... but what manner of villain had killed her, that should escape his senses, or his memory? If they could be found, he would find them...

She felt the absence – the cold void where Salem should be – first of all. Laura stirred. She spread her fingers – and how they trembled now – she felt the thin sheets, her own hair across her face, the sick air in her lungs, sick, she was sick, sick of being Laura Weir, sick of misery, sick...

As short and one-sided as this turned out – bad luck, Mafiosos! – I had a great time playing Bristarr again, and the thrill of getting a successful elimination before anything even happened and then getting strongman-killed for it even as vanilla town was pretty badass. Thanks to Wind for...

Laura hesitated, not sure how to respond to Wallace's question. Like, yes she knew of the Galarian League members, but it wasn't like she was in that circle, or ever would be. The guy was on speaking terms with celebrity battlers on the other side of the planet from himself, she was a junior...

"Champ? Howls, no shit." Laura cleared her throat. "I'm from Galar. I have, like, half the badges to make a challenge, and it's my first circuit. If you're a champ, you could probably put me through my paces with your eyes closed." She laughed awkwardly. "Keep wondering how any of us can put...

Laura gave a little wave, and wearily signed an ordinary circuit greeting – [Hello, you look strong]. "I'm Laura. Pleasure to meet you. I take it you're League battlers of some stripe? I'm a circuit challenger, I guess, just not anyone who can pull anything off against a 'mon of Orzo's combat...

Laura looked up, squinting vaguely at the milotic. Not telepathy. Another talker? She hadn't talked before, had she? Or it could be just how this dimension worked. What the fuck ever, honestly. "Uh, yeah, I ah... I'm not hurt," she replied, concentrating on how she wasn't injured. That was...

Stray words lapped at the edges of Laura's mind, disconnected from the rest of what everyone else was saying. Here and there, she was vaguely aware of other humans, of pokémon, of light and grass and metal keys. Voices, hard to focus on. Focus. Focus. "I, uh..." Laura blinked, and hunched her...

When the twin dragons appeared to ferry her and Jade to the Maw, Laura had expected a meeting, or a confrontation, or a situation in need of urgent response. Instead they arrived in time to watch Orzo, the 'Golden King', lose his disguise, and all hell break loose. The hoopa was strong – maybe...

Brisa sat on her haunches, glancing from player to player, wondering who she could trust if she woke up alive the next morning. The human – Dave – the one with the bizarre story who knew both her and Starr... he'd weighed in straight away to agree with them about early voting, sticking his neck...

@Flyg0n @Sinderella @HelloYellow17 @SparklingEspeon [[Would y'all care to commit to No-Elim, vote Shini, or start a new wagon based on reads from the recent discussion? Half an hour to go, folks!]]