Search results

Celeste took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but he was still shaking a little. His feelings about Diyem’s command were boiling over. “It was when we were in the bluff, trying to save Turf from the disease that was making her lash out. We were trying to subdue her, but once there was an...

After a moment of thought, Celeste punched “Nazo” into the device. The berry was supposed to have the power of the stars in it, so it seemed fitting, even if he mostly knew it as the berry that would burn the nose and wet the eyes of anyone nearby when it was burned as an incense. Something...

Celeste huffed. “I think we’re done here.” He still didn’t really have anywhere to go, but anywhere that wasn’t here worked for him.

When Zane grabbed Celeste’s horn, he shoved back, freeing himself. “Yes. I have. And I did it without pining after them like a feral in heat. When I was turned down, I handled it like an adult... Listen, I had previously that thought some of our teammates were a bit harsh with you, but this...

Ick. If Celeste had known Zane had been planning to make a cringeworthy attempt to seduce the first local he met, then Celeste would’ve handled the opening to that conversation differently. “Bloody... Zane! What Giratina’s wyrd has come over you! Cut this out, now!” He placed himself between...

Celeste blinked. Slowly. He wasn’t so sure Zane was acting anymore. “Zane... Maybe tone it down a little? These things... take time.”

Celeste tried not to let his amusement show on his face. Luckily for him, Zane was playing along. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t have any repeat incidents. One has been enough of a headache.”

Celeste scoffed. “Well, it’s hardly his fault he was attacked by a spirit of cinder in the middle of the whole affair. I’m sure you saw the building it cleaved in half? Yes, I can see why he fled the scene when that occurred. Anything that both can and will cleave buildings in two is something...

Oh joy. This plan just got a lot more... interesting. “Oh. Hello, Zane. Funny that I’d bump into you here, now. I was just giving her some of the context for your... uhh... incident. Just so she understands what happened in proportion and doesn’t... uhh... judge you too harshly. Got a little...

“Do... what now?” It clicked. This was the shopkeeper Zane had stolen from. This would be... an interesting encounter. Hmm... should he try to help Zane? Or should he throw Zane below the stampede hooves, so to speak? No wait. He had a plan. It was a wonderful, beautiful plan. He could try to...

Celeste wandered. They’d bested the spectre possessing Turf and thrown it into a bottle. Now that that was done, he had to burn off some energy, so he was going... somewhere. Definitely somewhere. Ah, there was a Floatzel in the square. It was somewhat odd to Celeste to see the place occupied...

Celeste looked at him desperately. “How do you do it? How can you feel safe when anything can just happen to you? Even if you’re with people you trust, you can just get struck by lightning, crushed by a falling tree or trapped in a building collapse! How do you manage knowing you’re never really...

As the fist approached his face, he but felt nothing from his horn. He began to panic, but when Curio stopped without hitting him, he realized the fake blow wouldn’t have triggered the sense anyways. His hope began to recover. The blow from the leek landed on him without him noticing...

Celeste’s heart rate picked up. Without a disaster sense, how was he ever supposed to feel safe? What if something was going to happen to him? He could never rest easy knowing something could be about to happen, and he was just oblivious. How was he supposed to let his guard down knowing it...

Celeste took a step back from the Decidueye. “Fair point... but my disaster sense isn’t going off, so we’re safe for now.”

Celeste approached the Decidueye and gave a polite nod. His disaster sense wasn’t going off, which means the Decidueye was friendly... at least for now. “Greetings!”

Celeste laughed. “Me? A human? Absolutely not. As far as I had known, humans were extinct for centuries. As for the orbs, I can’t teach you to make them. I’ve no such talent, it’s my sister who does that. I also don’t know about stones that burn flesh, thank Ho-oh. If the screaming sticks are...

Celeste stopped to think for a moment. “I did what?” He had a sense of déjà vu. It sounded familiar... and yet, he couldn’t quite remember it. “Oh. I guess I did. I... I can’t quite remember it all, though.”

Canines. That was a word Celeste knew. So he was right! The Poochyena had been something else before, meaning he was probably also correct in thinking he’d been one of the squishy bipeds. He just had to figure out what the squishy bipeds wer- He overheard someone else talking about having been...

Being turned into a dog? Celeste tried to parse that sentence, but he wasn’t really familiar with the word “dog.” How had the Poochyena been turned into one? Was “dog” another word for “improvised projectile” or something? Or... was his new body different from his old one. That could justify...