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Jesse rolled his eyes. "I shook for the 'legendary' question, and you're just plain wrong about my accent bein' dumb, so you're outta luck there, darlin'. Fair's fair if you're not gonna count a nickname as a legitimate moniker. What is yer real name, anyhow?" He shot a glare at both of the...

"No," said Jesse, voice steady. "I have never killed. So. ...Darkwhite?" He glanced at the PS3 and then at Lee. "Go fer it."

Jesse stared down Darkwhite with unconcealed antipathy. "Palkia. What actually are you askin', anyhow? Pick yer words precisely."

What? That wasn't even a specific question. Was it figurative, did it mean murder? Or like... cutting yourself shaving when you were thirteen years old and a different species? Did pokémon battles count, or...? What? "I ain't ever sworn in a dumb accent," he said after a second with his paw at...

Jesse sighed and shook his remote. "Seen and kicked the ass thereof, yeah. Legendaries are the way they are, y'know?"

"None of yer business what I did, and I don't have the time to explain," growled Jesse. "Fuck you." He shook the remote. He was about to ask some petty question as planned, but he remembered the point of this was to use the game to get information on Darkwhite. But then, this was some kinda...

"Yeah, I've been a human," snapped Jesse. "I already told the room I started out human, you already knew that." Surely that wouldn't fuckin' count. He could just say 'never have I ever levitated' or some shit and get one over the fuckin' mew that way. "You ever been married, son?" asked Jesse...

Jesse's face contorted in anguish. "Back in the world this body is from, I was a telepath. Sometimes it's... involuntary. It happened, but I would never... I would never mean to hurt my kid. Gods fuckin' damn it."

Jesse shook the wiimote with a feral snarl. Guilt. Shame. Humiliation. Anger. Resentment. Gods, his heart was full of so, so many burning poisons. He never asked for this. He just wanted to go home.

Jesse stared at the screen, one eye twitching, tail stiff. "You bastards," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I didn't mean... She wasn't— ...you have no idea how it happened. How fuckin' dare you."

"Believe it or not, I've done all of those. Not necessarily as dates, mind. I'm more of a candlelit dinner fella myself. Or campin' out under the stars is good." He grinned drily. Of course the manic little devil was an adrenaline junkie. "I... I guess?" Jesse said to the screen. "Sure." He...

"Holy shit," muttered Jesse under his breath, one paw moving to a wand at his belt. Well, they had a prime suspect for the fucking murder right here. "Never have I ever what?" he asked, perplexed by the sentence fragment.

"I'm not a fuckin' bachelor," barked Jesse. "I been married damn near twenty fuckin' years, fer all the good it's done me. Ah, damn it, whatever." He straightened up, adjusted his hat and his jacket, and brushed off his arm and cheek fur. "I know I ain't much t'look at, and I am married, but...

Jesse paused his patrol of the super-location to offer the oshawott a firm handshake. "Ranger Delphox Jesse Stranger at yer service, fella," he said, his voice somewhere between 'grim' and 'irreverant'. "Former human, saved my world a couple times, really just wanna get home. You shapin' up...

Brisa thundered into battle, her mane ablaze with electricity. The participants were different, and the stakes too, but her will to win was the same. "He's usin' the same fuckin' pattern," she called to Luz. "We're gonna pull the same damn tricks we did last time, then!" Luz sprinted alongside...

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Jesse almost reflexively spat up the same tired arguments he'd been using for years, and instead bit his tongue. "Seems I never will be," he said, drily. "Very well. So long at battles are all it is." At least it sounded like Brisa was handling herself. Of course she was. Really, he ought to be...

...so. This little shit had met Brisa. And that... that was how she'd taken his absence. Of course. It only made sense. He'd wondered many times how she might have rationalised his departure and failure to return, and he'd somehow always known. It just... didn't make it any less painful to find...

"Oh, please do, Ma'am! Havin' to put real effort into winnin' a fight has me practically giddy," said Brisa. "Or maybe that's jus' how hard ya hit her," said Luz, chuckling. Brisa dropped from Pepper's arms to all fours and greeted the rest of Team Spice with a smile, giving paw-bumps to the...

Brisa was still in Pepper's arms when she came to a moment later. She was in the best kind of pain, after-battle hormones flooding her brain the way they never did during an easy victory. Oh, she felt fantastic. "Thank you," she said to the feraligatr, quietly. "Fer givin' me a real fight."...