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"You two go ahead. I'll head back later." Nip turned and headed the other way. With fresh, heavy thoughts on his mind, neither sparring nor resting sounded all that appealing right now. He needed to go elsewhere, where perhaps he could clear his mind. <><><><><><><><>

Oh Yveltal they were going to name it? But naming it would just make it harder to kill if they had to do away with it later! Whatever. He wasn't getting involved with that. "Do whatever you want. It's your Shade I guess."

At the sound of Diyem's voice reverberating in his head, Nip snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced back to the jar, addressing Owen and Dave first. "You are staying in that smaller room. Right, Dave? Probably for the best it's kept there anyways, instead of out in the open where most of us are...

"They're knowledgable. Sapient, is I think the word you would use like your...." He reached into the back of his mind, trying to think of the lessons he'd been given about how this world worked. "Like a feral pokemon, maybe. Maybe smarter than that. Except they could communicate back, if they...

Though Owen had a point, Nip felt quite strongly that Owen should tend to his wounds first. Fortunately, he didn't have to voice his feelings on the matter, as Soda beat him to it. He kept his mouth shut when Dave offered an oran, though; even if he was hesitant to use valuable resources on a...

Nip quickly slid is claws against the edge of the jar's opening, sliding it inside where it plopped to the bottom. He turned his attention to Owen, giving him a quick look over. He tried not to wince at the nasty gash in his shoulder. "You might want to save that for yourself. This thing doesn't...

Soda? Soda was here? Nip wondered if Dave had sensed him by some other means, or if he'd just been too focused on the garchomp to notice. He grunted and shook his head. No time to worry about that right now. Holding the shade away from his body slightly, he gave it a disdainful scowl before...

Owen's gesture was enough to give Nip a general idea of where to aim. He dashed forward, lunging in an attempt to spear the shade on his claws to prevent it from escaping. Or to at least kill it and keep it from infecting someone else if he couldn't keep hold of it.

Shit! Nip didn't have to be told twice. Even as the words escaped Dave's mouth, Nip was already launching the first volley of shards and preparing another one. An uncomfortable memory of a hunt gone wrong stirred somewhere in his mind, but he pushed it down. There was no time to think about...

It didn't take Nip long to find the scene once he'd reached the marketplace. He weaved his way through the onlookers, passing by like a quick gust of frigid air. At the center he found Owen (vulnerable on the ground), Dave (poised to fight or flee) and the Garchomp (racing towards Owen at...

"Oh, are you trained in the ways of creating medicine?" Nip asked, tilting his head. He supposed that would explain all the berries and such she had brought together. "Well, whatever you decide to do, I'm sure someone will appreciate it." He stood back up straight, looking towards the dojo...

"Yeah, after we fought Team Spice, Maple gave it to us in hopes of making it easier to fight those shadowy creatures. Like the one that had been influencing Turf." He scrunched up his nose, his face twisting into a snarl of disgust. "Creatures that can influence your thoughts and actions far...

"I've yet to find out how Maple's gift will manifest in me," Nip admitted. "I'm hoping to find one of the others and spar with them later." He paused and leaned against the counter, thinking for a moment. "Whether or not that Radiance comes from the Original One or some other source, there's no...

Over a thousand years? That was... well, Nip could only begin to fathom how long that was. He dipped his head for a moment as a sign of respect. "And it is an honor to make yours, Bahamut." He lifted his head, the slightest of smiles on his face. "I am glad to hear that you were able to return...

Nip opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, staring at the dragon. He knew that skepticism. "Is that you, Necrozma?"

Nip stared wide-eyed at the dragon. He radiated not just light, but an air of power. The kind of power that one would expect out of a higher being. Nip had never seen a creature such as that one. And yet, there was something vaguely familiar about him. Catching himself staring, though, he turned...

As much as Nip had wanted to test his new radiant powers... he'd passed out afterward, sleeping the evening and the night away as he recovered from the fight with Team Spice. A growling stomach had roused him from his sleep, so he quietly slunk out of the living quarters and made his way towards...

Nip had been quiet as he ate his food, carefully picking around for bits of fake meat, and other bits that he reasonably figured he could digest. Fortunately, there was plenty of that to fill him up, and it had tasted great, too! Sure he felt bad for wasting food, but... it sounded like it...

"It's not so much that I don't want to try," Nip began, shaking his head. Wow, he was picking up quickly on the body language used around here. "It's more that... I'm not sure I can. Not without getting sick, at least. The same as if I tried to just eat berries. Though... if I mix it with some...

"While it is true that I'm ice-typed, that's not really why we avoided fire. We just didn't have a use for it. Besides, dark types are far more common in my tribe. Zorua, skuntank, persian, there was even a grimsnarl in my tribe back when I was a kit. But ice types were less common. Most of the...