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"See ya both later!" Puddle said excitedly, throwing its arms up to attach to Vix's shoulders. It snickered as it swung back and forth, an easy distraction from things one wouldn't want to think about. "We gotta throw down as soon as we can, it'll be fun! It could be like a date but with...

The idea of parents popped back into Vix's head. It was starting to nag at the back of her mind, why hadn't she tried to think about it before? The more she tried to understand why, the more she didn't like to think about it. It felt like reaching for something that wasn't there, which was a...

Vix's flamed dimmed ever so slightly, it sounded like she struck a sore spot. "Oh... your parents aren't the greatest, I take it? The only parent I know is Ace's dad, and... I guess you could count Castiss and Eera. They're about as protective about me and my friends as a parent would be," Vix...

"You'd be surprised about what makes a whole person... this Luz is basically a cat girl version of Castiss. Except the fact that Luz has more self preservation than him," Vix giggled. Hearing Brisa speak about her parents, Vix lit up. "Y-You're parents are heroes? Geez, no wonder you're so...

"My personal heroes?" Despite her lack of a mouth, it wouldn't be hard to tell that Vix was smiling. "My mentors, of course. A Bisharp and Zoroark named Eera and Castiss respectively. They came to my village a few years ago, but everyone in our village shunned them and turned them away. Both of...

"...That basically just means you gotta be at the right place at the right time and be a good person," Vix hummed, then floated to be more eye level with Brisa and crossed her arms. "I guess boiling it down, yeah, that's what it means to be a hero in general, but that's way too generalized of an...

Vix lit up, faint sparkles of radiance rolling off of her. Another sparring partner, and someone interested in hero training? It was almost enough for her to forget that this is the same feline that beat her face in! Not that there was anything wrong with that, strong friends are great friends...

Surprisingly, Vix was surprised that she and Brisa shared a common interest. As if them both entering that tournament, although one was entered without her knowledge, joined because they loved the sport. Crazy, right? "Yeah, me and my friends back home spar all the time as hero training. Or...

"Yeah, that fight was great! I can see why they're called heroes with skill like that!" Puddle snickered as it hopped back to its feet, then paused and crossed its arms. "Wow, I really like fights a lot more than I thought I did, or, would... Awesome," it snickered again. Vix gave Luz a wave...

An ethereal Scraggy can be seen jumping from seat to seat, following a Lampent busily jotting down notes in a notebook. Seeing Karat in action felt like it helped Vix understand what a Mewtwo was. In a word, it was powerful. And purple, and a feline. It felt like a lot of strong things here were...

"I have no id-- I mean, it's my secret technique. I can't just give it to anyone," Puddle said with a smug grin. "But I wouldn't mind trying to teach ya. If I even can..." Being reminded of Vix's existence outside of the "my dad v. you dad" context brought Puddle back to reality. "That sounds...

Shit, she knew. How could anyone have known? That was its one buff if you didn't count all the other ones it made earlier. "You really wanna see me throw a punch, huh?" Puddle growled, readjusting its arm and flexing its hand. It hadn't tried to hit anything before, but it couldn't be all that...

Puddle just got an actual body. It was still getting used to walking and moving its arms and having a tail... Getting into a fight now would be ill advised at best. "Nuh-UH! It's almost cute how strong you think you are. I haven't lost a fight yet!" Puddle scoffed, poking Cal back. "I'd beat...

"A thousand years doesn't mean nothin' when it comes to Vix. She beat a super-evil ghost thing that was waaaaaaaay older than Owen was! I think!" Puddle honestly didn't know, looking back at Vix's memories... that ghost guy never gave an age, but the dungeon she found it in was definitely...

Puddle smooshed against Cal from the back-clap, bubbling angrily as it glared at Luz. "Wh-What was that for?!" it sputtered, purple rising onto its cheeks. "I was in the middle of somethi--" Its eyes were quickly brought back to the fight, and an excited smile grew upon its face. "Even though...

Puddle pushed back with as much force as it could, growling. "As if Owen could do any better! He'd get lost walking down a straight hallway!"

"But Vix is waaaaaaay smarter than Owen, and she's a lamp!" Puddle harumped, pointing its face up and crossing its arms. It probably thought it looked tough. It most certainly did not.

The hell was she doing? Puddle honestly didn't have a clue, but it couldn't show that. "As if that would be enough to save your pops from the can of whoop-ass Vix could lay on him," Puddle huffed. It managed to cause its white irises to flicker. That was about as close to whatever Cal had done...

Puddle shot back a smug glare, grinning. It would have gotten closer, but like... it didn't wanna find out if goop and goop could mix. "You know what, do it. I'm even willing to bet that Vix'll win." For whatever reason, backing down just wasn't something Puddle could do. It wasn't no bitch.

Puddle couldn't believe what it was hearing. The audacity. "Ok, firstly, Brisa was the one that beat up Vix. Secondly, In a one-v-one between your dad and my... lamp, Owen would be toast," Puddle huffed, sticking its tongue out at Cal. "And Vix is off her game today anyway, normally she'd have...