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Few more days: My Trainer Card Total days: 35 (8 levels) Current streak: 8 (1 levels) Previous streaks: 3 levels New words added: 352 Total words written: 4095 (8 levels) Akita grew to level 21!

Baraz held a paw to his chest, grinning at all who were present. “As for my role… I leave it to the enemy to guess whether or not I was lying when I said I’d been given the best one. I hope the wine is delicious.” He laughed uproariously.

Baraz chuckled. “Interesting. It would have been very easy for the Espeon to claim that we shouldn’t eliminate someone, but not make any moves to ensure this. Now he has proven his conviction by singlehandedly saving Morgan.” The Floatzel seemed satisfied that his own vote had forced a tiebreak...

Baraz was about to enjoy some delicious fish that he had inexplicably acquired despite the fact that they were playing in a blood sea. But there was a part of him that really, really, wanted to get a better read on that strange, molten human boy. And so... Baraz threw his arms to the side...

"No," Baraz said flatly. "I don't think this is a sign he is the enemy. I think he does not understand what is or is not suspicious. I do not expect his vote to have a deeper meaning."

Baraz's face split into a toothy grin. "Interesting. I had thought much the same, but had not wanted to say so, in case you might agree with me. If you're willing to lead the charge, that changes things." His instincts were still telling him that the boy could never truly be free from...

Baraz barked out a laugh at the additions to Matthias’ chart. “‘We don’t know anything on day one’ indeed. I suppose all the talk that’s happened thus far is just a drunken hallucination.” There’d been reactions to his initial claim. Reactions to the reactions. Several votes. That was...

Baraz eyed the Houndoom and the pale-haired human girl. Both of them had chosen to abstain from voting, and had defended that choice. “Ha! That is fair. However… this extra day afforded to us is our advantage. If we don’t use it, then we hand the opening attack to our enemy—no different than...

Baraz could not help tilting his head. Everything Morgan had said seemed correct, he could not argue against it. What he found strange was the preoccupation with how a vote would look, rather than what it would achieve. The only ones who had any reason to care how their votes looked were the...

Baraz leered at Grovyle. “If the boy Gabriel were an enemy, you would not know. None of us would, not until it was too late. His instincts were telling him this strongly. Gabriel’s guardian could not be read from things like logic, or reasoning, or vibes, not even from attempts to solve the...

Baraz scoffed. “Those that lie silent don’t strike me as the biggest threat.” Some instinct was telling him that in games like these, the enemy was never so passive. If they truly said nothing, they had no way to manipulate their peers, and no way to sway the group without all voting suddenly...

Baraz chuckled at the overly-prepared Greninja and his charts full of runes (a foreign script, and yet somehow Baraz found himself understanding it all the same). "Well, you're an eager one." He couldn't say he disliked this. The Floatzel cast his eyes around the group. He wasn't inclined to...

Baraz smirked, apparently not offended. Baraz held his head high. “I can’t claim to hold any awareness of what gifts others have received. Only that my own is certainly the best of them.” The fact that this declaration might make him a potential target to his enemies did not seem to bother...

Baraz barked out a laugh, holding a paw to his chest and tossing his head, beads jangling. "Of course not. If anyone here has gotten the best role, it's certainly me. It's only fitting."

Baraz laughed heartily. “So it seems a Saint has graced our presence! A demonic one at that.” Saint being the closest equivalent to legendary in his tongue… but from his general expression, it seemed the word carried no presumption of good will. Quite the contrary. The Floatzel grinned...

A challenge, one that a strange creature had given to him in a dream, and the sense that backing down was unacceptable... Baraz emerged from the pool with the sensation that he must have had too much maize-wine the previous night. He shook his head to clear it, and found that clarity came more...

That's why I picked it :nyehehe: Most of them being secondary-grass meant I had 50/50 odds, and losing out meant I could just larp as phoenix with skiddo

Ohhhh-kay... overdue for an update. I think I'm going to break this into chunks because it's been so long and my streak broke. :sadbees: Total days: 27 (6 levels) Day streak: 27 (3 levels) New words added: 182 Total words written: 3110 (6 levels) (Man, if I'd realized I was literally one day...

Name: Baraz Personality: Brash, confident, a bit of an edgy anprim railing against modern society, but has a real respect for anyone who can best him in combat Appearance: A scruffy, physically tough Floatzel, well-decorated with beads, poncho, and Zapdos feathers Backstory/additional notes...

Alllllright, sadly I haven't written drabbles yet, so I'll share a more lighthearted scene from my fic that's hoooopefully enjoyable even without a metric ton of context. (Context: two friends just watched a TV broadcast about the Pokemon League cooperating with Team Rocket. Everyone is...