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The change in topic seemed to settle whatever brief flash of nerves had come over Tricky, and at least the last few minutes of their conversation were more relaxed, if a little mundane. Talking about simple, unrelated things made for a decent distraction, if nothing else. The fennekin excused...

Skara hadn't expected the pause before that response. (Neither had Limax, if the sudden slowing of its previously enthusiastic wagging was any indication.) Huh. Did that mean something? Was Tricky not...? ...but it wasn't her place to pry into that, was it? And anyway, it wasn't like she was in...

"Ah, yeah. I hear 'explorers' thrown around a lot. It sounds like a lot of worlds have something similar. I guess there are weird problems almost anywhere you go, heh." No getting away from them, it seemed. Someone always has to be watching out for everyone else, no matter the world. "Out of...

Another twinge to resist extending a claw back. Sigh. Limax wagged in greeting from its spot beside her, less concerned about its lack of limbs. "I'm in training to become a knight," she replied. "Someone who helps protect pokémon where I'm from, to oversimplify it. What about you?"

"There really is," Skara said, finally managing to get hold of her target. It was definitely crisp and fresh—Icetales had really gone out of his way. (There would probably be some mushier, soggier ones down at the bottom of the bowl, although it would probably be more trouble than it was worth...

"No luck with that so far," Skara said, morose. "And I don't know where you'd go looking for one if the shops don't seem to have any. Or if there are any appropriate areas with electrical energy. Of course, then I'd still need someone to help me get there..." She sighed, then laughed...

Skara had just about managed to lever herself up onto the edge of the bowl, and was currently debating whether to take the fruit slice right in front of her or strain for the sweeter-looking one further away and risk tipping the whole thing over—curse these nubby new mandibles—when the fennekin...

"That'd be nice," she muttered. With all of Cibus's strange technological marvels, maybe there would be something. Hard to imagine it'd do much for flexibility, but not taking an age and a half to cross town would definitely be a start. "Thanks," she said again, sounding as enthusiastic as she...

A charjabug being ferried around wasn’t that unusual, theoretically. Vikavolt often flew their young from place to place. And if this went just as spectacularly wrong for her real body back home, she’d probably have to get Araun or, heaven forbid, Chelou to carry her while they worked. The...