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Icetales stared uneasily at the flailing shadow in Nip’s paws. So, that was a Shug…? It definitely didn’t look like sugar! Nor like… anything powdery, either. Hmm… I shall refer to it as an encephalosite, as in “encephalon’ and ‘parasite’. Then, he blinked when his fellow Ice-type asked for...

“Ah! Nothing is better than the quietness of a lush woodland to savor the texts of an intriguing manuscript…” Icetales was lying down on some fresh grass, his tails swaying slowly above his body and releasing a shower of snowflakes on his back. He was right under the shadow of an imposing tree...

“Not if thou are merely starting channeling the energy for the move. In that case, thy tail would be a good mix between hard and flexible, but without the power to pack a… powered tail, of course.” He chuckled. “But again, that is just a theory.” A move theory. “Hmm… I think I am swell, for...

“Well, I have learned quite a few tricks and can get my tails done in a couple of hours. My best ally is without any doubt a healthy dose of furspray, so that my locks and curls can resist all day.” He waved a tail in front of his body, showing pieces of bark falling aimlessly on the ground...

“I am being considerate of my wellbeing, sir. I appreciate thy concern, however,” said Icetales with a smile. “But now that thou mentioned balance… Well, a Vulpix’s tails — and tails in general — are an intriguing work of nature’s engineering, if thou think about it.” Icetales lowered his tails...

“Hmph… Yes, that… that sounds reasonable,” grumbled Icetales, before staring at his tails and flexing them. “I had hoped that knowing Tail Whip would have made Tail Slap easier to use, but it doesn’t seem to be the case. I suppose there is a good difference between just… wagging the tails and...

‘Watch closely.’ So he did. With the same studious gaze of a Watchog, Icetales focused all his attention on the movements of the Minccino The swaying tail, in a perfect mix between hardness and flexibility. The scrunched position, with the legs getting ready to spring forward. The...

Icetales noticed Cino’s gesture and obliged, lowering himself to the floor to let the latter hop off safely. “Well, that is certainly reassuring, sir,” he said, getting back to his feet. “At least thy world seems more apt in taking care of those threats, unlike mine. But, well…” He shrugged...

Icetales didn’t say anything, limiting himself to a nod and a smile once in a while. It was reassuring that Cino was conscious and was talking coherently. At least he didn’t seem like he had any internal damage or anything like that, and he probably only needed some good rest. His heart wasn’t...

“Goodness gracious! Sir!” Horror flashed in his eyes and he bolted forward. He stopped by the aching Minccino, looking all over in concern. “Not worry? How can I not worry? Heavens! And needles prickling? Sounds an awful lot like paresthesia.” He grimaced. “M-My sister Keo’Keo V told me a lot...

Icetales said nothing, an ear flicking nervously and tails twitching. So, Cino was adamant about that, wasn’t it? And what was that sudden shift in his voice? The Vulpix shot a suspicious stare. “Hmph! When fellows say ‘What could go wrong?’ is precisely when things go awry, dear fellow.” He...

Icetales stared incredulously at Cino, his jaws dropped and his tails stiff. What… What just happened? There was a flicker, then a shield, then his attack bounced uselessly on the shield, and now Cino wanted to be attacked again. Just… why? Was he high or something? Dark sorcery! Dark sorcery...

“What? A-Attack…? Are… Are you sure?” Now that was quite the odd request! Why did he want to be attacked, he wondered. Did the noises mess up with his reasoning? If they did, ouch! Unintended side effects! However, he could see a sliver of… confidence in his eyes? He couldn’t say for sure, but...

Icetales winced and bowed his head, while two of his tails went between his legs. He felt beyond regretful. Way to make a mess, Keo’Keo X! “I-I-I humbly apologize about that, Sir Cino! I wanted to make sure that the reaction was genuine! I’m… no good actor, I’m afraid, and that was the safest...

“Wait. Just… wait.” Icetales took a few silent steps backwards, while his eyes were locked on the trees. They were brimming with unknown shelled fruits. Perfect! They surely were going to make a lot of noise. And if a Minccino’s hearing was as sensitive as he heard… He felt bad about doing...

“Ah, wild. Yes, wild Pokémon are… tricky to figure out, indeed. Not all of them would wish to engage with civilized Pokémon.” He placed a paw on his mouth. “Or, well, this is how things are in my world, at least. I wouldn’t know how wild Pokémon behave here, but maybe they got intimidated by…...

Icetales blinked and tilted his head, taken aback by the question. Somebody didn’t know what ‘thou’ meant? Perhaps his world didn’t have aristocratic classes and lingos? “Um, well, that’s… a mere inflection of mine, sir,” he responded politely. “‘Thou’ and ‘thee’ would be the equivalent of…...

“…So, these here should be the outskirts.” Icetales peered through the trees and foliage, looking for the fellow hero who had sent the help request. “Hm, well, that fellow shouldn’t be hard to spot, yes. Besides, there is hardly any other soul here, so.” Then, his ears flicked as he heard...