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“That is the right spirit, good sir!” exclaimed Icetales, beaming a grin. “Golly, I sure hope this plan works. If it does, the cortège as a whole would benefit from it and the relief it would bring immensely, and the God Squad may become more amicable toward us, too. I do not want to omit any...

“Hmmm… I should sample that fake meat to ascertain its quality, then. If it’s as good as vegan beef, it could be a very valid addition to the menu. I greatly appreciate thy suggestions, good sir.” Icetales scribbled the information on his paper and nodded to himself. Yes, everything was...

Icetales showed a reassuring smile. “My good fellow, being a friend does not necessarily mean that thou must know life and times of everyone. What a friend should do is… well…” The Vulpix trailed off as he wondered about the definition itself. Friend… well, he had a few ‘mons back home that he...

Icetales grinned a bit wider. “Yes! Precisely what I had pondered, good fellow. I can clearly tell that there is some palpable tension in the air, and I am planning to do something about it.” He placed a paw on his chin, a pensive expression on his face. “Although, I recall hearing that one of...

Icetales took a deep breath and rubbed his face with a paw. “Yes, indeed. We have… our respective backs covered.” He shook his head and showed a small smile. “But let us change topics, shall we? There is actually a little something I had been working on, alongside the information about the God...

Icetales’ smile waned and his tails slowed down significantly. A missing mother, and a lost home… He knew how that felt like all too well. “Hmm… this Mama Zahra appears to be quite the remarkable soul. Having to go through all those misfortunes and still persevering… my, everything must have...

“Ah. Yes. That is very true, indeed…” commented Icetales, before looking at the handkerchief again. He had still a smile on his face, but it had slightly shifted to become one of nostalgia. “My dear mother… She always used to tell me that ‘a bright soul gathers more bright souls around it’, and...

Icetales stared at Cynthian with wide eyes, his ears flicking nervously. Giant Pokémon and flattened lizards… well, the life of a hero was harsh, indeed. And yet, that Owen fellow seemed fine? “…I see. That must have been the most heavy of situations for him, I reckon.” He shrugged. There were...

Icetales listened intently to Cynthian, his tails swaying gently. Painful mementos aside, he basically shared the same opinion about their leader. An eldritch abomination made of darkness and destroyer of worlds… had a change of heart and wanted to save a world instead? Why, didn’t that sound...

“Truth to be told…” started Icetales, before his ears dropped and he showed an unsatisfied expression. “Not as much as I desired. All I have here are the testimonies of our comrades, like Sir Dave’s statement that Miss Maple is the ‘deadly fester that shan’t be provoked for no reason...

“Ah, fair question! I am merely documenting a few… observations of mine, thou see.” Icetales craned his neck toward the pile to snatch some papers with his fangs, before dropping them in front of Cynthian. A few papers had elaborate and throughout essays with refined cursive texts, while others...

“…Hm?” Icetales redirected his attention from his papers to the Roselia in front of him, and beamed a friendly smile. “Ah! Greetings, Sir Cynthian! Oh, do not burden thyself with such concern. I am always available to converse with a kindred soul.” He turned around and swiped the table with...

An half-empty teapot and a plate with a couple of Pecha biscuits were placed in the middle of a table, accompanied by various papers scattered around and filled with notes and jottings of all kinds. Seated on a wooden stool was Icetales, flipping though the pages of a book while licking some...

“Ah, sounds good to me! I was wondering where I was supposed to rest for the nights. And if I’ll get to meet this Owen, too, that would be most delightful.” Icetales smiled and nodded in agreement. “Well, I think we’re pretty much done here. Lead the way, dear fellow.”

“Heavens! If I went through such an ordeal, I would be lucky if I ended up as simply paranoid!” Icetales frowned. “The way I see it, thou can never be too cautious, especially when dealing with some threat that could end the world.” The Vulpix glanced at the sleeping Pokémon, a thoughtful gleam...

Bejabers! And Icetales thought that his life was miserable! That level of destruction… was something that he had troubles merely grasping, he wouldn’t know how he would have handled everything if he saw those events unfolding. “My… most sincere condolences, sir” he said, ears flattening and...

Icetales took a gulp too many at the response. He pulled away from the cup and coughed harshly, releasing many small clouds of mist. He shook his head and wiped his nose with a paw, trying to clear away the liquid that was still stuck in his windpipe. “T-That’s…” He coughed one last time, and...

Icetales didn’t move an inch nor utter a word, silently taking in the words of the dragon standing by his side. And then, his tails quivered, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face. That wave of sensations he was feeling and the circumstances were all too familiar. That Bahamut… reminded...

“Oh, thou have no idea how truthful thy statement is, sir…” Icetales stared at his tea, but the will to drink it was completely gone. Bitterness and disdain oozed from his voice, but whether those were toward himself or toward someone else was uncertain. “…But more than that, dost thou know...

Seeing Curio collapsing on the table shocked Icetales, but not as much as Bahamut’s words. Once again, chills went down his spine as old memories flooded back in his mind. His mother’s last words… His father’s indifferent scowl… His siblings’ malicious smirks… Nine tails striking his downed...