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Odette had no real reason to not believe him. If that short display was anything, then surely it had some power on hand. She would have to take his word for it and just try to nurse herself back to a semi-decent state of mind on that alone. Maybe it was the bias of ghost types, or it was...

It's fine not to be fine. Suddenly she felt like she was back in therapy for a moment. They'd said things like that before. It's okay to feel the way you feel, you went through something nobody should ever have to, you don't have to always act like you're fine... She sniffled and wiped her...

The chill that coiled through her chest wasn't the worst of it. It was what followed after that proved almost unbearable. Odette had still had flashes of that thing every once in a while. Little sparks that would make her shiver, maybe even lose her appetite. Or make her tired. But, this was...

Odile suddenly found solace staring at the floor, even while Odette and Enora exchanged wary looks. Maybe…maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Even if it was going to help get them off the island, maybe. Odile could handle her own kills; they were all in good fun. But that one thing… But it was too...

Strange. She'd have initially assumed that Marshadow would go after her and her 'mon's friendship bond, like everyone and their mothers did on this island. To meet a mythic who didn't was as refreshing as it was unnerving, solely because of the type of aura they took. Still, nothing about it...

Unease for the subject at hand aside, that was a peculiar thing to know. She’d have felt bad about how upset they sounded about it, if her head weren’t still spinning. “So then what gives you strength? From said aura?” she asked softly, despite the waver in her voice. As the child and the...

Odette couldn't help but shoot a questioning look at the girl. She had mentioned that her Ninetails could phase through walls and whatever, but what kind of aura was Marshadow talking about? Ghost type aura? In a Ninetails? Odette supposed she'd seen and heard of weirder. The small humans is...

The chill in the air felt par for the course. Her hair involuntarily stood up on end, but she felt no more ill at ease than she normally did. Training ghost types and being followed around by a literal demon made these things roll right off her back. "Well, at least we know we're in the right...

It felt weird. Knowing somebody she had spoken to just a day our two before was now gone. Though it was good to hear that a mythical stepped up and saved that kid with the Marshtomp, it didn't change the fact that they still had work to do. Still had plans to break into that damn room. Orzo was...

Odile beamed. "̸H̷i̵y̴a̷ ̴C̵l̴o̷v̸i̶s̷ ̴2̴.̶0̴.̷ ̸A̴r̵e̷ ̴y̵o̵u̴ ̴o̶k̸a̷y̷?̶ ̴Y̷o̴u̴ ̵d̶o̴n̵'̴t̵ ̷l̵o̵o̵k̵ ̸o̶k̴a̵y̸.̵ ̸I̶s̶ ̶i̴t̶ ̷t̵h̸e̵ ̸h̸e̸a̵t̶?̵ ̶I̸t̵'̵s̷ ̶p̵r̶o̶b̸a̷b̶l̵y̶ ̷t̵h̶e̶ ̵h̴e̵a̶t̷.̸ ̶Y̷o̵u̴ ̸m̸e̷n̸ ̶a̷n̷d̶ ̶y̵o̴u̷r̴ ̴s̸u̵i̶t̸s̸.̶"̷ Come to think of it, she didn't actually...

She held up a defensive hand. "Rest assured, none taken. I'm good. She's an idiot." It was clear he was quite protective of whoever it was, and she wanted nothing to do with poking that Beartic again. She was tired of yelling and the hostility. They needed to get their proverbial shit together...

Odette had been so immersed in her own anger and getting a word in over Wes that she'd completely forgotten she was sitting next to Steven. Not until he shot up to leave, but stopped. Her brow furrowed as she watched him waver in his spot. He looked like he was going to tip, so she took it upon...

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I actually am projecting. At least I’ll admit it. And this princess will knock you on your fucking ass, try me. I’ve had to ki—” Don’t say that. Do not say that. She held her finger to her lip, cutting herself off. Before long, a scoff followed. “And I never said I...

Odette visibly stiffened as Wes spoke. She was amazed at how fast her anger spiked without Odile in close proximity. “Dude, what the fuck,” she snapped. As she listened to him speak, her anger only spiked. She knew he was directing it at Steven, but it felt personal. She took it personal...

Odette was quiet as she listened to Steven speak. The longer he went on, the more she was starting to get the picture of what might have happened. Went out at night, had the run-in with the culprit, got saved by the Latii's, and got into a fight when they got back to their room. Aggron stormed...

Odette's right hand traveled to rub her left arm as Wes spoke. Yeah, she could empathize with that, for sure. Definitely not the worst state she'd ever been in, but far from the best. "Well, the attempt alone was plenty impressive," she said jokingly. "You should try dancing in a ballet next...

"No. I think--" Man, she'd just finished shooing Odile off to avoid making this talk any more aggressive, and now here this guy was, injecting aggression into it. Oh, no. Perhaps she thought to soon. She wasn't sure what happened, but she could definitely understand anybody else finding...

She could see that perhaps her words hadn't dug deep enough into him, and started to wonder what else she could say to drive the point home. But, with the newcomer here, there suddenly wasn't time for that. She'd figure that out in a little bit. "Yeah, you don't need to worry about him. He's...

Odette's ears perked at the sound of the chirping, and it wasn't long before an Espeon came bounding into view. She briefly thought it was Olivia, but no. This one looked a little different. However, he was followed by an Umbreon, and for a small moment, her fight senses shot through her head...

Odette studied him, her eyes unwavering. Looking for a crack, a leak, something that would answer any of her questions before he had the chance to do so himself. She wasn't expecting so many to appear at once. The stammer in his voice, his shaky inhales the way he now struggled to keep eye...