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One of these days, I expect a silent apology, Diyem growled.

"Marowak came screaming and crying that he heard an explosion and then just you in the middle of the arena, whole place blasted away like Giratina bore holes into the Reverse World from there." Thyme shook his head. "You really did a number to that place. Hope nobody got caught up in it...

Not always, but I imagine the feral ones mostly do. Diyem had always been told that his idea of jokes did not go well for mortals. He supposed he could try the story about the orphaned hatchling speaking to the berry bush, but that usually made people sad. Probably not the best time right now...

"Oh, hey," Thyme greeted, glancing toward Brisa. With a bit of a strain, he rolled until he was facing her, showing that he still had some cuts and bruises on his body even after all the healing. "Fuckin' thing," he mumbled when he tried to readjust his position against the bed. Leg nervously...

The negativity attracted Diyem like a bug to carrion. Slowly, his attention drew toward Curio, ever silent, as he wondered just how he could approach this. Curio was clearly in a great amount of distress, and that wouldn't do for team dynamics, especially when it was very likely that Brisa...

I was in the middle of making sure none of the team exploded from certain... recent developments, Diyem replied coolly. Mostly from their own hubris given form, apparently...

...Hm. Don't overuse it. Or do. Perhaps I can use the entertainment.

<><><> Day 15, Noon Brisa's body would be aching all over, like she had been slashed over and over by so many angry Scyther. Despite this, she wore no bandages, and instead only had a simple cloth wrapped around her. There was something that smelled vaguely like mint, or perhaps coal, some...

"Mint tea?" Spinda perked up. "Well, that's a rare order, but we can certainly whip that up for you, if you like!" Cheerfully, the dizzying Pokemon wobbled this way and that from behind the counter, leaning down to pull out some ingredients for the beverage.

Surprisingly, that was not the case here, at least not by the shape alone. Some of the homes were carved of polished stone and had very little gardening work, suggesting the inhabitants were Rocks. Further down the road, another plot of land had been converted into a pond that, despite not going...

Owen waved when they started to leave, and then turned toward Dave. "I guess that leaves the two of us to check out the marketplace, huh?" he asked, though he couldn't hide the nervous spark that occasionally jutted out from his tail. "I, uh, hopefully it won't be too hectic in there. No news...

Seems that nobody else has much input on this matter, so as far as I'm concerned what you guys got is what will be what you have to work with going forward. Let's get the investigation going! I believe it was Nate and Truffle for the residential district where they can see if normal Pokemon are...

Cleverly hidden in the Crossroads just west of Treasure Town was an underground cafe complete with wooden walls and floorboards, an array of seating arrangements for bodies of all shapes and sizes, and a few counters in the back for distributing classic bar foods and drinks. Near the corner were...

There was a very long pause after that, long enough that there was a risk that Diyem had potentially severed connections for the time being. Finally, he replied. Yes... right... I suppose that would be best. Excuse me, I nnnnneed to go, now. And then, he truly did stop talking, leaving Cabot...

I intend to tell Owen, said Diyem. I suspect that if I prompt him properly, he will at least know to not speak about it so openly. But for the rest... Perhaps I can find... mm... I do not know. I cannot sense their positive emotions about me, if they have any...

Mm... Yes. I suppose so. Diyem still seemed unconvinced, mostly because he already felt the suspicions of the others dawning over him. Still, I would prefer if those who are more... favorable of me would learn first, perhaps. Or... at least you can find a better way to deliver this message...

<><><> Hello. Another hero has arrived. Don't confuse him with Astrid.

"They're an accommodating bunch," Diyem replied with a casual, yet dismissive wave. "As for where and how... Stand still, and... stand still." Diyem raised his hands, and for a brief moment, his flame turned black. Still, before he had a chance to react to this sudden shift in his flame's...

Spent ~ 3 hours over the weekend editing and writing HoC. Everything before has been logged!

Chapter 60 – Black Clouds The rush of thoughts that swirled through Rhys’ mind in that instance was incomprehensible even to himself. His heart raced with an adrenaline he hadn’t felt in centuries; the aura that leaked through his paws felt like cinders. That dense pit in his stomach finally...