Search results

Odette grasped Jirachi's paw. Not too tight, but tight enough to signify she was ready. And even a little apprehensive. As Jirachi gestured to her, Enora set her ribbon down into her free paw. They were really going to do this. It would be okay. "̷H̴E̶L̵L̶ ̷Y̸E̵A̸H̵ ̵W̵E̵'̴R̸E̶ ̵G̴O̵N̸N̶A̶...

Odette proceeded to smack Odile on the shoulder. Lightly, but it got the point across. "̵D̸a̴m̷n̸ ̸b̶i̷t̸c̴h̴,̸ ̵I̸ ̶w̸a̷s̸ ̸j̶u̷s̴t̴ ̴m̶a̷k̶i̸n̵g̷ ̶s̶u̸r̸e̷!̴ ̶A̵l̶l̶ ̴t̵h̸i̶s̶ ̷t̷a̷l̴k̷ ̸o̸f̸ ̵y̶o̶u̸ ̴g̷o̶i̷n̶g̷ ̶t̵o̴ ̵w̸h̸e̵r̵e̴ ̷t̴h̵e̶ ̵k̵i̴d̶n̶a̴p̶p̶e̸d̶ ̵t̵r̷a̵i̸n̴e̷r̸s̵ ̶a̸r̴e̶ ̶m̸a̸d̶e̷...

Odette nodded. “That certainly makes the most sense.” Though, if it really were true, she might be screwed. Who else on the island was tethered by blood to their ‘mon? Shit… “I know my will is strong,” she said. The determination poured from her tone. “My first thought is to wish one of the...

Odette was thoughtfully silent as Jirachi spoke of a myth. About "The Golden One." From the way Jirachi was cringing her way through the story, Odette had an inkling of a feeling it might not have been much of a myth to her. This particular legendary, for lack of a better title, sounded like a...

Well, that answered a solid chunk of her questions. If Jirachi didn't know it, there was no way to grant it. It made sense, and while it wouldn't help answer her biggest questions, it narrowed her thoughts down. She definitely wouldn't complain about that. However, it was nice to see Jirachi...

That was pretty intriguing. Jirachi couldn't just make things appear out of thin air, then. It had to exist first. "So, hypothetically speaking, could I...wish the missing trainers back? Or, maybe a little less tangible...could I wish to know where they are? Or know who or what is causing them...

"̶O̶h̷,̸ ̶s̶h̶e̷'̸s̴ ̸i̵r̵o̶n̶c̴l̸a̴d̶ ̵a̴l̵r̸i̶g̸h̷t̴.̸ ̴S̴h̸e̶ ̶h̷a̷s̴ ̸b̷a̶l̴l̵s̴ ̷o̵f̴ ̵a̵b̶s̷o̶l̵u̷t̸e̶ ̷S̴T̴E̵E̶L̴.̸ ̸I̷ ̷g̸u̶e̷s̷s̵ ̶I̸'̵m̶ ̴s̵u̴r̶e̴ ̴y̶o̴u̸ ̷c̴a̴n̵ ̵f̶e̶e̵l̶ ̸t̴h̴a̷t̵ ̷b̵e̷c̶a̸u̷s̴e̵ ̷y̷o̴u̸'̴r̵e̸ ̴a̸ ̴s̴t̵e̴e̷l̸ ̸t̶y̶p̸e̶ ̸a̵n̵d̵ ̶w̷h̷a̴t̴e̴v̴-̵-̵"̷ "Thank you...

That's...not what she was expecting. Of course a psychic mythic would be able to sense that her spirit was anything but sound, but she wasn't expecting that to come up. Then again, with the bullshit happening around all these mythics, of course they'd want to be sure they were dealing with...

The voice was barely audible, but it caused her to gasp nonetheless. She whipped around in the direction of where it had come from, and did absolutely nothing to hide her shock. "Jirachi," she gasped. She wasn't sure why she was so shocked to see her; this is what they'd gone to look for...

Odette had walked with a certain pep in her step. She'd woken up particularly sleepy, but upon hearing that not one, but two people had gone missing, and two 'mon had allegedly been poisoned? No. No more dilly-dallying. She needed to find Jirachi today. Before she did anything else. Before she...

With her eyes still narrow, Odile's hands morphed back to normal. The pain-in-the-ass-ness aside, at least Sleet was keeping up with her banter. In fact, this thing was generally as obnoxious as she tended to be. Damn. Now she knew how Odette felt almost every day. She'd feel kind of bad if it...

This damn lizard. This damn fucking lizard. Obviously getting a kick out of aggravating her. Well, joke was on this damn lizard; did it KNOW that it was dealing with the EMBODIMENT of anger? So it was a given. Ha. Fuck them. "̴T̴h̴e̷ ̸f̵o̶r̶e̷s̷t̸ ̵i̷s̸ ̸a̶l̷s̴o̴ ̵w̴h̵e̵r̴e̵ ̵I̷ ̷u̶s̴e̵d̶ ̶t̷o̸...

She eyed the gecko thing intently. An Inteleon, it looked like. And evidently a huge pain in her ass. "̵A̷r̵e̷ ̵y̴o̶u̸ ̴p̸a̸r̴t̸ ̷f̵u̴c̷k̶i̵n̶g̴ ̸s̴n̸a̴k̸e̵ ̴o̴r̸ ̴s̷o̵m̵e̶t̸h̵i̴n̵'̴?̷ ̵F̴i̶n̷e̸,̵ ̷I̶'̶l̶l̵ ̵f̴u̵c̷k̶ ̵y̴o̷u̶r̴ ̴c̸l̸o̶a̶c̴a̶ ̸s̸i̸d̴e̸w̵a̶y̶s̷,̸ ̸s̷a̴m̸e̵ ̸g̴o̷d̴d̷a̶m̵n̷...

Odile's eyes snapped open at the sound of something rushing through the air. Headed for her. Her wings enclosed around her body, just in time for the shot to splatter across them. Gods it was cold. Ice water bad. "̵̢̖͕̝̍̀̈́ͅḆ̴̈́̃̐̓̀Ĭ̴̞̬̈́T̵͕͔̣͈̣͐̒́C̷̨̨͈͕̾Ḥ̷͉̭̈́,̴̪̞̘̣̭̀͋̿͛͌ ̶͎̋̌͗Į̶̫̱͆̈...

The cops had said don't leave the area. Odile had said fuck that. Nobody told her what to do, ever. Well, except Odette. And sometimes Enora. And sometimes Clovis. And sometimes the other scientists. Okay. Scratch that. Cops didn't tell her what to do. She could not be bound by the shackles of...