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Somewhere in her slumber, she felt a light shift. Astrid reached out through the haze and wrapped around the all-encompassing force—soft, welcoming, divine. Though she was drunk, and passed out, and softly laughing at something in her sleep, she at least had the mind to wrap Necrozma’s wing in...

“Yeah!” She was awake now, excitement flashing in her eyes. “I like these ideas! I’ll grab Power Swap here pretty soon.” (OOC: next post is in Woodland Outskirts)

Astrid thought in silence for a moment. A pen and paper would be nice to have right now, if nothing else than to save her from any mental gymnastics. “What if,” she began, facing the Cranidos, “Nip was powered up instead? Then I could Psych Up his speed and Power Swap you while still having...

Astrid thought about it for a moment, pawing at the ground. “Hmm… I remember that feeling. I felt it too, when I was powering you up. What do you think we could do with it?”

Astrid perked up. “Oh?”

Astrid had heard of them once. More than once, actually; it was the classic grimdark childhood tale of nice versus naughty—having clear dreams or having nightmares. Karma or something like that. Point being: they were legendary Pokémon and not to be trifled with. “Y-yeah…” Still in the process...

“That’s pretty cool,” Astrid chimed in from her bed, which she was still in the process of getting up from. After a prolonged stretch, she walked over. “I usually form them by using my teeth, but I can only do so much when I’m walking on four legs—hey, something the matter?”

Ah, well. Astrid would love to. Problem was, Astrid couldn’t move. “Eheh…” She nuzzled her nose under her blanket. In a voice muffled by the fabric, she continued, “I think I’ll collapse any minute if I don’t get in a quick power nap. You go on, though.” <><><><><>

“I think I saw her further down main street,“ Astrid said. “Preparing, I’m sure… hm. Which is probably what I should be doing.” Was a nap considered preparing? Well, yeah, she quickly reasoned. In this world, in this body, she needed to be extra cognizant of her sleep patterns—unless she...

Astrid blinked. That was one way to live life. She actually respected it in an odd way. Cuicatl might be the most stable member of their team yet. “There’s a strange sickness going around,” she explained, before backstopping. “—Er, well, it’s not like a virus or anything like that. It’s a…...

“Me too…” Her chin hit the covers with a plop. “—Mmrph. Seems like every day we’re here, the scope of our problem keeps getting bigger and bigger.” And she was still unable to use more than two or three attacks on the fly without getting tuckered out. She’d need to address that at some point...

Sullen footsteps echoed off the room’s walls. A shadow extended across the floor as Astrid trod over to her bed, where she curled up and got comfortable. Or, as comfortable as she could after that business at the guild. “Hrm… Oh, hey Cuicatl.” She turned her head towards the Deino. “Whatcha...

Ears perking up, Astrid smiled back—a smile that extended to her eyes as well. “Yeah! I guess I am a little bit excited. I wish we’d been told more about our circumstances, but so far it looks like there’s real danger that only we can handle. Makes me feel… empowered!” (After this, plot scene...

“Yep!” she said a little too loudly, shrinking back when she realized as much. “Ehm, y-yeah. Between the twists, conspiracies, meeting dozens of new people, giant Magikarp, and um, robberies, it’s been really—” She twirled the fluff on her head with an idle paw. It hadn’t occurred to her how...

Wow, this food was really interesting. How interesting this food was. Interesting stuff, interesting stuff… At least, that’s how Astrid seemed to be staring into it as she ate, lest she direct her focus elsewhere and find herself tangled up in the intelligent design discussion. How had that...

“Mhm, it does!” Astrid said. “Well, sort of. Dungeons in my world aren’t malignant or anything like that. In fact, they’re pretty uncommon. Most of the time, we rescue Pokémon who get lost or hurt in the nearby mountains, and we sometimes go assist other civilizations in setting up a foundation...

“It’s an all-Pokémon world,” she immediately said. The impulse was enough to give her pause; how weird was it that she had to specify that sort of thing now, among her peers’ worlds that might not be the same? “And, umm…” She idly played with her food as she ran through location after memorable...

“Several!” Astrid replied with an enthusiastic nod. Thank goodness that berry had been so giant. After a moment spent discerning which dish was which, she reached across the table and grabbed ahold of one that caught her eye, dragging it over to Cabot. “Here ya go. It should still be warm.”...

Astrid hummed to herself. “Mmm. What a weirdo.” A sinking feeling settled in her chest. Entire buildings destroyed… yeah, there was no way they’d avoid backlash for something like that. She could only imagine the poor victims coming home to find that their houses had still been torn to shreds...

Astrid blinked. Was that the violent noise she’d heard outside? Entire shops being destroyed? Several questions rested on the tip of her tongue, so much so that she had to pause her eating while she mulled them over. A portal? A portal to where? A smeargle? Some other strange creature? A...