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Hm? Oh, it was the grumpy little mudkip he remembered seeing at the beach. "This?" Nip asked, holding up the lump. "I wasn't there when they found them, but I heard there were a bunch of them out where Owen first fought the giant magikarp. I'm... pretty sure they brought all of the stones back...

Nip had tuned out of the conversation, but perked up when he heard his name. "Oh? Hm... That... makes sense, I think? The pokemon that were possessed previously, the Shade's seemed to prey on their insecurities. It makes sense they'd be able to pick up on thoughts and emotions like that." A...

Genetically engineered? Military? Big Brother? 200 dollars? Nip understood some of these words, and he wasn't totally convinced Dave wasn't just making them up. Who had ever heard of something called aluminum foil? Sounded fake, but whatever. He had no chance to question the poochyena, though...

"Abilities?" Nip tilted his head. "You mean like those, uh... the dungeon gemstones, do you know what I'm talking about?" Realizing not everyone would know, Nip continued his explanation. "They're formed by dungeon distortions and deteriorate when you leave the area. But when you're in the...

Nip first addressed Skara's question. "I don't know. I haven't seen Cabot's stone, myself." Meanwhile, the stone in his paws went still for a moment, then wiggled a single time, assumably answering Dave's question. It did not, however, make any noises.

Huh, well how about that? Nip tipped the jar, letting the now-heavy lump roll out and into his paw. He raised it up and down a few times, testing the weight, and then held it still so that he could get a better look. Sure enough, it wiggled just a little before settling down in his grip. He...

No one else had made a motion to yet try and put their Shade in a stone, so he supposed that duty fell on him. "Sure, fine. Whatever." Nip made a gesture akin to a noncommital shrug, then opened up his jar the rest of the way, reaching his hand in to grab the stone. "I guess you just sort of..."...

"Uh... did anyone else see that?" Nip asked, not taking his eyes from the jar. "The glowing stuff, I mean." He glanced up at Chip and Soda. "It, uh... tried to eat the stone. I think. The stone started glowing while it did that. Now it's just... laying down next to it. And it's still glowing."

Nip paused to stare at Owen, twitching his ear to acknowledge the concern of others. Letting it out like that seemed... a bit reckless, to say the least. "Well, if nothing else, it wouldn't hurt to..." He trailed off, placing his jar on the ground. He pried it open just enough to drop the lump...

Nip picked up the container he was keeping his shade in, peering inside. In certainly didn't seem distressed being around his lump. But, then again, what did he know? He didn't ask to be a dad. And to be frank he wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of commitment. Yet here he was. "I have...

Nip frowned slightly, bringing a claw to scratch against the side of his face. "So... do you know if it's painful or anything like that? For the shade, I mean. Like... does it kill it?" He paused, shaking his head. "I'm probably overthinking this. It's just that my kin have strong feelings about...

Nip returned to his sleeping space for just a moment, returning with his own lump. His brow furrowed as he tried to think back. "Well... I remember Starr throwing something at one of them. I just assumed the blow killed it. That would account for the fifth one, right?

Nip, who had elected to take a nap, sat up as the pokemon entered the building. Soda and Flesh he recognized. But the third one? He'd never seen a pokemon like that, with its smooth body and disembodied parts. A pokemon like that had to be a ghost, right? Kind of like a haunter's hands weren't...

"We have time to work out how to tell Maple," Nip said, raising his voice enough to be heard. "Telling her is inevitable at this rate, but we have more pressing matters to work out. Namely... searching for our missing members. For all we know, Brisa and Starr could be in some sort of danger."

Nip looked away from Cynthain. There was nothing he could do to help there, so he chose to keep his distance. "Diyem has a point," Nip admitted. "He has no reason to make this up. If anything he'd benefit more by continuing to hide this from us." He stood up and looked upwards before addressing...

"I mean no offense but... I find that difficult to believe," Nip admitted. "The hero part, at least." He shook his head. "It doesn't really matter, in the end. He turned his attention to Mellow next. "The radiance is a powerful tool. We shouldn't just avoid using it entirely, I think. We...

Nip let out a long breath, sifting and sinking lower into his nest. So many had missed or ignored or not paid attention to the earlier story? Not paying attention was the fastest way to get killed. Sure, it was only a story, but the point stood! Hopefully, they were at least paying attention...

Nice? Him? He'd like to think so, but... He smiled weakly. "You're too kind, Celeste. But thank you. I'd enjoy having another chance to talk soon. Preferably at a time when neither of us is recovering from a fight." And with that, he turned and made his way towards the exit. <><><><><><><><><>

"It sounds like it. Our rules aren't totally the same, but similar enough. In my tribe, there's nothing wrong with taking pride in succeeding on a dangerous hunt. A big, dangerous pokemon like a mamoswine or hydreigon would feed many mouths. It's not pride so much in the killing, but in the fact...

"Probably not what you'd expect." Nip laughed. "Most pokemon would probably think it crazy to follow the god of death, but I don't see it as such. The facts are that most of us pokemon are mortal, one day, we'll die. But we know that Yveltal will take care of us, and make sure our spirits pass...