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Spiteful Murkrow

Busy Writing Stories I Want to Read
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  1. nidoran-f
  2. druddigon
  3. swellow
  4. quilava-fobbie
  5. sneasel-kate
  6. heliolisk-fobbie
Heya, here for Diner’s Review Tag, which was as good an excuse as any for getting me to get onto a personal goal of reading more of this story, since you were really generous about reviewing my stories over the past year and Review Blitz and I thought that it was only fitting to repay the favor a bit.

So let’s jump right into things where the gang rolls into a really rocky little town:

Chapter 11

Stone. Stone. And more stone.

Hills and mountains of grey limestone as far as the eye could see, along grassy fields filled with erratics and boulders.

These were the sights that greeted Arian As he Arian, Elvira and Team Sandstream exited the Mystery Dungeon, it seemed like there was a rock of some sort no matter where they looked. and into an The area was rather different from than the undulating slopes of Rolling Hills: it This was more mountainous, with the sight of the dominating Empyrean Mountains looming over the area.

I mean, you all were headed to a town with a name that more or less means “Stoneville”, so…
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I wasn’t really feeling the passive voice beginning to the third paragraph, so I left some suggestions for how to potentially retool it into something a bit more active.

These were the Karstlands. It was an area of special conservation, designated as such by the tsars of Selenia. Although the region was sparsely populated, this gave it a the designation of importance, and granted much-needed acknowledgment after years of being perceived as a benighted backwater ignorance. As well as that, The change had been spurred by worries raised by the Karstlands' inhabitants over the endangerment of rare flora were acknowledgment by to Tsar Efrem some one hundred and seventy-five years ago. and He, a Roserade and a nature lover, was moved to designated declare the area as a nature reserve and saw to it his policies of protection were upheld that its flora was dutifully protected. Mostly, His successors had mostly respected the laws he put in place, and including surprisingly, even Mitrofan proved to be respectful to the protections of the nature reserve himself.

"Really?" Arian reacted when he heard this. "I didn't think he would respect something like that, based on what you've told me…"

No, no, that’s the most believable thing in the world if you know Aggron ‘dex fluff, Arian. Though there were a number of parts in the first paragraph that felt like they were either repetitive or awkwardly worded, so I made suggestions for some tweaks, even if I went out on a bit of a limb for some of them so I can’t vouch for whether or not I’m sticking to the overall vibe you were gunning for.

"Yeah, s'pose it's somethin' in 'is favour," Ishmael admitted. "Still…ya look at all the other shit that's gone on durin' 'is rule, and that's only one point against lots."

[ ]

"I see…" murmured the Riolu. "So he's still an enemy, then."

I mean, I wouldn’t have expected Arian to change his mind about Mitrofan being an enemy just because he loves his nature preserves. It might make more sense to play something along the lines of “even if he’s an enemy, he’s still capable of doing some good” or else some sort of favorable comparison / contrast to Hinnerk.

"True. Maybe he's not the worst person we could possibly have," Lillian conceded. "But that doesn't mean he's a good leader. …A bit of a shame, too, considering…" She trailed off at the end.

"...Considering…what?" Arian prodded.

[ ]

"...Oh, nothing. Don't mind me," the Sandslash dismissed. "So anyway. The Guild's not far now. Just a bit more walking and we should be there."

Bah, no backstory time for King Full Metal Jaguar, I see. Though if it’s meant to be a touchy subject, it might make sense to more explicitly show Lillian or someone else get visibly uncomfortable over things.

"...Whereabouts is it?" wondered Elvira, looking around at the stony fields. "The old guild stood out, from what I remember. But I don't see anything resembling it around."

"That's because we're underground, remember?" Axel reminded. "If the Guild was out in the open and blatant, then Mitrofan would definitely put a stop to it. We have to remain secretive, and that means keeping a low profile."

Ah yes, just casually doing a mass dig in a nature preserve.
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… Unless there’s natural caves or something underneath, which I suppose would be plausible for a karst formation.

"...I see," came the gecko's reply. "...What has it come to, To think that one of the most esteemed organisations in Selenia and all of Ardalion has to be reduced to hiding like this? Like common outlaws…It's almost like we've become the very thing we swore to destroy."

Kate: “Welcome to the club, kids. We’ve got loot and cookies.”
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Since you know, you all are Outlaws by definition right now, Elvira. It’s just that the party choosing to classify you as such isn’t exactly sympathetic. Though the bit in underlined feels like it’d have more punch focusing on something a bit more specific-sounding. e.x. “the envy of all Selenia and Ardalion’s mercenaries” or something like that.

[ ]

"Don't be like that, El," Ishmael encouraged. "Don't let Mitt's labellin' of us mercs as outlaws get ya down. We are heroes, and the folk in Kamengrad know it. Yer safe in town, I swear to ya."

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Just saying, it’s not that hard to get a mole into the ranks of an organization, Ish. Though it might make sense to dwell a bit on some combination of her and Ish’s body language or general reaction here.

"Speaking of Kamengrad…we're here," Lillian announced.

[ ] And Arian and Elvira now saw the town for themselves.

Wait, how did these two not see Kamengrad all this time up to this point? Is it on an overlooking bluff or something? Have they been zoning out on the walk up? Since I’m not fully sure how they’re just noticing the town while walking in.

Kamengrad wasn't like Ozerograd in the sense of dominating defensive walls and planned structures based on the towns of the east. Its structure was more like that of a village, though it was big enough to play host to numerous vendors and their stalls. And unlike Ozerograd when he first arrived, Arian didn't get a sense of oppression and fear, but rather a quiet, reserved atmosphere befitting a rural settlement. There certainly was no equivalent of the Thorned Roses in this town, that was for sure.

inb4 the only reason why the Irian Guild and this town are still standing is because Mitrofan doesn’t want to destroy the surrounding countryside and he already knows that they’re here anyways. Though that now makes me wonder if his beef with Kliment had something to do with this place at all.
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And as with what he had seen of the Karstlands so far, stone was a prevalent theme in the town. All the houses were made of it, limestone pavements had been created, some of them naturally, and a slab of stone at the entrance of town had the words 'Welcome to Kamengrad' inscribed on it.

Ah yes, living up to its namesake quite well there. Though I wonder if there’s an analogue to Golosov Ravine somewhere in this area where thar be timey-wimey wibbly-wobbly afoot.

"Seems like a nice place," Arian commented as the group walked through the town.

"Glad ya like it," Ishmael replied. "'Cause the two of ya'll be seein' a lot of this place for the next while."

"...Because we're located here, most of our clients are from the town," explained Lillian. "Of course, we ask for secrecy, and many of them are happy to comply. At least that's their way of returning the favour for doing whatever it is they want us to do."

Hrm, I’m wondering if we’re a bit light on details of what this town looks like at the moment. Like is it basically “Noe Town, as a village without the metal towers”? Since I’m having a bit of a hard time wrapping my head around Kamengrad and any major landmarks beyond “there’s stone everywhere”.

They continued walking down the main street. Both Arian and Elvira noticed the waves and greetings given to and from Team Sandstream, as well as the odd acknowledging nods to them. [ ]

Guess what Ishmael and Lillian both said are true, the Riolu thought. And this'll be our new location place to call home. …Eh, it could be worse.

[ Flashbacks to the Thorned Roses' intimidation in Ozerograd came to the fore. ]

A lot worse than this, alright.

I think that you’re missing some sort of transition into focusing on Arian’s perspective before he starts drifting in his thoughts, especially since we just got out of a part where we were leaning pretty heavily on Elvira’s perspective. Also, I think that “Flashbacks” sentence probably should be expanded a bit by at least a couple sentences to give more concrete moments plus Arian having some sort of reaction to it.

They came to the town square. Beyond the pedestal marking the centre of town, Arian could see a number of merchant's stalls, not too unlike the merchant's quarter in Ozerograd where Caitríona and Conall had set up shop. The Riolu's curiosity was piqued, but before they could advance any further, Team Sandstream made a sudden divergence detour down a side street.

"Hey! Why are we going down here?" he asked.

"You'll see," Axel told him. "We'll show you around the merchants later. You'll need to know them in time. But for now, the Guild's more important."

Arian: “Axel, I can literally hop, skip, and jump from one end of this village to the other one. It wouldn’t take that long to get to know the merchants.”
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Axel: “Trust me, this is more important, and it won’t take long to catch up with them afterwards.” ^v-v^

"...Then why are we going down a back street?"

"Wouldn't be a secret if it was out in the open, would it?" Ishmael reasoned. "It's gotta be on the down low and kept hush-hush. That's why it's back through 'ere, and not out in the open like a posho's mansion."

"...I guess," Arian accepted.

Arian: “Wait, just how many Pokémon are there in this guild? Since if there’s a lot, wouldn’t it make sense to hide it in a crowded place where your numbers would blend in more? Like in someplace where there’s a lot of transports going around and we could go to some sort of secret platform or something like that.”
Ishmael: “Kid, this isn’t Harry Potter. ‘Quiet and discreet’ is the name of the game for us.” >_>;
Arian: “... Wait, how do you know about Harry Potter when it doesn’t exist in this wor-”
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Ishmael: “Non-canon space! Anyhow, just moving right along…”

The side street went through a number of smaller houses, and Arian was reminded of the ramshackle alleyways of Ozerograd. But the alleys of Kamengrad were tidier and more quaint, and there weren't any signs of fearful occupants watching for any evictors thugs coming to evict them. It was a sign that this place hadn't been drawn into the evil embrace wasn’t yet under the thumb of something outfit like the Thorned Roses.

From the looks of it, you wouldn't think this was part of a dictatorship. It seems so tranquil and peaceful. I guess being in a rural area like the Karstlands has its advantages in a time like this. …Maybe that's why the Guild's located here, given that it's so out of the way and all.

… Just saying, there’s an alternative explanation for why things are so peaceful and idyllic-seeming right now in spite of the screwed-up politics, Arian.
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But let’s think positive and not assume the worst about Kamengrad for now. ^^;

The back alley trekking didn't continue for long, though. After a while, the group found themselves reaching a point of interest. The alley opened out into a small plaza of sorts, and in the middle of that area was…

"...A well?" Elvira observed.

[ ]

"A well," Lillian confirmed. "But a well that no one uses, really. They make use of a different one on the other side of town."

It might make sense to describe the well’s appearance a bit more, especially if it has a subtle cue here or there that it’s a trick well and doesn’t actually have water in it.

Elvira: “... We’re not seriously going to go down this to get to the guild, are we? How on earth is this not a massive safety hazard?!”
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Ishmael: “Why are you the one complaining when you can literally cling to walls with your gecko antics?” >_>;

"And that's 'cause this ain't really a well," Ishmael went on. "It's a fake look, is what it is. It looks like a well, yeah. But really…that's where our guild is."

[ ]


"...Down there?" Arian questioned, confused. "The Guild's…down a well?"

[ ]


"I said that, didn't I?" the Krokorok retorted. "...Well, go on. See for yerself if I'm pullin' yer leg. Ya too, Elvira."

[ ]

"Alright then," accepted Elvira.

She and the Riolu walked forward toward the structure. It had the trappings of a typical well, with a small roof and pulley system in place, along with rope and a bucket as would be typical on a usual well. She looked down the well, and was surprised by what he saw.

Some bits where it might make sense to drop in some body language or reaction from different characters. Though I’m wondering why we’re getting this description of what the well looks like now and not closer to Elvira’s “... A well?” moment to set the scene.

A ladder was propped up against one of the walls. In fact, not just propped; it was securely fastened to the wall with what looked to be strong steel bolts.

"...The Guild's down there," Elvira said. "It has all the looks of a secret hideout."

I suppose that’s one sign that this place never gets meaningfully checked by Mitrofan’s knights, since if Elvira could just immediately notice the ladder down the well from a casual glance, that feels like a major liability waiting to happen as opposed to something like grooves cut into the side of the well to use as a ladder that would be easier to hide, or else in really bad times, to seal up to deny access to intruders.

Which, granted, would kinda hose quadrupeds coming down this thing, but still. Maybe the ladder can collapse to hide into the wall or something like that.

[ ]

"Well, let's not waste any more time," Arian replied. "Let's go down and see what this Guild's all about."

"Agreed. …You go first, Arian. You can see in the dark better than I can."

"Okay."

The Riolu walked over to where the ladder began. Tentatively, he put his feet on the first rung, getting a feel for the balance. Luckily, his fears were unfounded; the ladder was firmly attached to the wall, meaning there would be no danger of it being loose and wobbly, as he feared.

Wait, wait, wait. Just who on earth is this ladder even sized for? Since Arian and Elvira have a very different height than Ish and Lillian do, so it makes me wonder how far apart those rungs are spaced from each other.

Even so…he made the mistake of looking down, and while he could at least see that it wasn't too far to the bottom, he couldn't help but quiver slightly.

Since when was I acrophobic? he thought. I really wish I wasn't right now…

"It's okay, Arian," Lillian, who had come over with her teammates, urged. "It's not a long ladder. You'll reach the ground in no time."

Arian: “Would it have really killed you to have just used a bucket as an elevator for this thing?”
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Lillian: “Considering how most of the guild’s members wouldn’t have fit in it and what would happen to the poor sod who fell if the rope ever snapped… yes?”
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"...Thanks," the Riolu said, though it didn't do much to calm his sudden nervousness. He slowly made his way down the ladder, taking breaths to calm himself as he descended. Thankfully, as Lillian said, it didn't take long for him to reach the bottom, at which point he took a long breath of relief.

"Thank God that's over," he said, relieved. Looking up, he could see Elvira coming down, followed by Team Sandstream, sans Axel, who glided down with his wings.

"You okay, Arian?" Elvira asked, noticing him taking breaths to calm himself.

Elvira: “... Also, wait a minute ‘Thank God’? Was it ever established that we only considered Arceus to be a proper god in this setting?”
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Arian: “That’s just a humanism in action, don’t sweat it. (Though that now makes me wonder, did I ever say ‘Thank God’ in this story before? Since I don’t remember you ever reacting if I did…)” ^^;

"...Well, I am now," Arian confirmed. "Still…I shouldn't be. I can't be scared of an entrance like that, especially if it's the entrance to our new workplace that we'll be leaving and entering all the time," he added, slightly ashamed.

[ ]


"Hey, don't be like that," soothed Axel. "It's normal to have a fear of heights. A lot of people have them, especially Fighting-types."

"'Course ya'd say that, wing boy," Ishmael quipped. "Must be nice, bein' able to fly like that."

Oh, so Ishmael made funny noises the first time he had to go down the ladder himself, huh? >:V

"For the love of…I can't fly, Ishmael, and you know that!" the Gligar returned, in a tone of annoyance and a familiarity that suggested he'd heard this before many times, and was fed up of hearing with it.

"I can only glide. I mean, I wish I could fly, but…I can't. We've been through this before, Ishmael. When will you learn?"

Axel’s line IMO works better cut up and with some tweaks to deal with the repetition of “this before” in rapid succession.

[ ]

"...It's a common topic that pushes Axel's buttons," Lillian elaborated to Arian and Elvira. "Not being able to fly is something he's a bit sore about. …Come on, boys, wrap it up," she commanded to her two comrades. "You can continue that chat another time."

[ ]


"I know, I know," Ishmael replied. "Ya know me. Couldn't resist a dig at Ax there. But I getcha. Show 'em 'round first, then I can get back to teasin' my bestie."

"I won't be your 'bestie' if you keep that up much longer," Axel growled.

A couple spots where it probably makes sense to drop in a bit of description for character reactions, especially since I didn’t get the vibe that Axel was this annoyed just from his dialogue.

"I said stop, you two," Lillian sternly ordered. "Come on. Let's not keep Arian and Elvira waiting. …So sorry about them," she apologised to Arian and Elvira.

[ ]


"It's fine," assured Arian. "...But as fine as that is, can we move on?"

"Of course," the Sandslash answered, and began walking forward. Axel and Ishmael, seeing her go, followed suit, and so did Team Elpis.

Axel: “Well hey, if we’re in the business of moving on from uncomfortable discussions about my flightworthiness, I can talk a bit about the first time that Ish came down that ladde-” ^v-v^
Ishmael: “Ax, don’t you dare!
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Both of the latter looked around them at the passage as they walked. As they got deeper in, they couldn't help but notice the lit lanterns hung on the walls, to give the passage some light. This passage seemed to be a manufactured one that had been dug out, rather than a naturally formed cave shaft. It reminded Arian of the labyrinthine warrens of a Mystery Dungeon, and for a second, he thought they were going to head into one.

But this never culminated those thoughts never came to pass. Soon, the passage opened out, and Arian and Elvira were rather surprised by what they saw.

The area they had come to was a cavern. Several stalactites hung from the ceiling, and a number of stalagmites peppered the ground, though only really near the walls. But these were not the source of surprise for Team Elpis. Rather, it the biggest surprise of all was that the cavern was settled and inhabited, and there were a few Pokémon going about with their duties in the main area.

Yeah, I had a feeling that something like this was going to come into play with how many times the text reiterated they were going into a Karst formation. I actually hadn’t thought much about Kamengrad being mentioned to be around one, but I suppose it was clever foreshadowing of how the Irian Guild was getting by for people who knew their geology.

One of these Pokémon, a four-legged canine with light brown fur and a white-furred collar and tail, noticed the new arrivals and instantly made a beeline for them.

"Ishy!" the Rockruff cried out the in a young feminine voice of the Rockruff. "You're back!" She then leapt for Ishmael, and nearly knocked him onto his back.

However, evidently the Krokorok had experienced this before, and managed to catch her in his hands.

"Good to see ya too, sis," he said to her, lowering her down to the ground. "Yer still as lively as ever, ya lil' scamp."

"Yeah, you know me, bro! I wouldn't be me if I wasn't!"

Arian:
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“You two are siblings?! How?!

"...Sis?" Arian looked between Ishmael and the young dog. "Ishmael, you never told us you had a sister."

"Well, I do," the Krokorok clarified. "Arian, Elvira, meet Rhiannon, my lil' sis and helper 'ere at the Guild. Ya'll get used to her, don't worry."

Filing that one away for later. Though I suppose that ‘Unkie Boo-Boo’ directed at Connall back in the day might have been quite a bit more literal than I was expecting.

[ ]

"...What's that supposed to mean?" Rhiannon queried indignantly demanded. "Are you saying I'm annoying? How rude!"

"...Yeah, ya've been spendin' too much time with Serafina," Ishmael retorted, noting the almost upper-class attitude in her indignance. "'Sides, I ain't wrong. Just ask Terry if ya don't believe me."

‘Serafina’, huh? I wonder if that name was chosen in mind with deliberate theming, since if so, I suppose I should assume that Rhiannon has a very ‘fiery’ or ‘angel-vibing’ buddy somewhere in the guild.

"Terran's a grumpy spoilsport! Why would you ask him?" protested Rhiannon. "He doesn't know anything about fun!"


"...Eh, can't argue with ya there. At least's that something we can both agree on."

[ ]

"...Anyway…Nice to meet you, Rhiannon," greeted Elvira, choosing that moment to introduce herself to the young canine. "I'm Elvira, and this is Arian. We're looking to sign up to the Irian Guild and become mercenaries here."

It might make sense to play up Arian and Elvira’s reaction to this, since they just walked in on family banter with a lot of names that mean a lot of nothing to them right now. Like do they have any initial assumptions of who Serafina and Terran might be in relation to Ish and Rhiannon? If so, it might make sense to bring them up in internal thought process.

[ ]

"Oh, cool!" Rhiannon praised. "The more the merrier! I love seeing new faces around here all the time. I wish I could become a merc too…But I'm not old enough to be one," she added disappointedly.

[ ]


"...Ah. Well, that's a bummer. But if you keep it up, you'll be a good merc some day," Arian encouraged, hoping to raise the young girl's spirits.

"...I know. I just wish that day would come sooner…" Rhiannon lightly moped. "I'm not a kid anymore. I can handle scrapes and bruises just fine!"

This girl is going to get way, way in over her head later on in this story, isn’t she? ^^;

"Registration age is thirteen for apprentices. Yer still twelve. And even then, it's fifteen at youngest to be a full-on merc with yer own team," Ishmael reminded. "Yer close, sis. Just be patient, will ya? I've already talked to the Chief 'bout this, and he ain't got a problem with ya joinin' up. It ain't nothin' personal, sis, really."

"..." Rhiannon didn't say anything to this back beyond [ insert some expression here ] . [ ]

I’m honestly surprised that the Irian guild is getting teens involved in a technically illegal enterprise considering that there’s probably some seriously nasty consequences for getting caught as a merc in Mitrofan’s Selenia, but I suppose most resistance organizations even in real life don’t have the luxury of being super picky about who they accept as recruits.

"...So…where's Aldebrand?" quizzed Axel. "Is he in the Chief's office?"

"He is," the pup answered. "Let's tell him you're back, Ishy. Oh, and that we have new people looking to join," she added, acknowledging Team Elpis, before trotting off deeper into the cavern.

"Let's follow her," Lillian suggested, and the group of five followed the Rockruff.

Okay, not that these names getting thrown around in a vacuum don’t make sense from the perspective of the characters in-setting, but I wonder if meta-wise at least some of them should’ve been hinted at their species/typings a bit more since right now, we’ve gotten three names slung around that beyond maybe etymology hints are essentially floating in a vacuum right now.

As they did so, Arian and Elvira got a greater look around the cavern that was the Irian Guild's new location had moved into. They could see a few openings to what seemed to be rooms designated for a variety of purposes [ insert 2 or 3 things here ]. Decent lighting was provided via lanterns and luminous orbs, and altogether, it helped to give the place a sense of homeliness.

"It's almost like an underground village," Arian remarked.

"I agree It really is," Elvira replied. "I was a bit worried when I heard the Guild had taken up residence in a cave, but it seems I had nothing to worry about."

Aaaaand you jinxed it, Elvira. Since that’s probably not the phrase you want to be using with regard to the place where it takes just one narc to give it away to your enemies. Since you can’t exactly just have your swanky cave base just up and scurry away if it gets discovered.

"Glad ya like it. …It ain't exactly a swanky place, this," Ishmael replied. "But it's nice enough."

"The old Guild wasn't exactly 'swanky' either," Axel commented. "Mercs like us aren't exactly the type of people living in luxury. Living like that won't prepare you for the rough elements that mercs have to face on their missions."

[ ]


"As a certain top-drawer moggie had to learn on her first few missions…" mused Ishmael, evidently in knowledge of a fact Arian and Elvira were unaware of.

[ ]


"Don't mock Serafina for that, Ishmael," Lillian admonished. "You know she hates being called posh. And it won't earn you brownie points with her, making comments like that."

Serafina is a dispossessed noble or something like that, isn’t she? Since between the name and the repeated indications that she’s ‘posh’, it kinda gives off that sort of vibe.

"Yeah, yeah, Mum, I hear ya," the Krokorok retorted. "...Oh, by the way, is she in, sis?" he asked Rhiannon.

"No, she and Natalie went out for a mission," the Rockruff informed. "But they'll be back this evening, I think."

[ ]


"That's good to hear. Arian and Elvira will get to meet them tonight," Lillian said, before turning to the aforementioned pair to clarify what they were talking about. "...Serafina and Natalie are two other mercenaries here. You'll get to know them when they come back."

Yeah, see the note regarding “names in a vacuum”, though it probably makes sense to take some time to show somebody reacting or else having thoughts with regard to this ongoing conversation.

"We look forward to meeting them," Elvira replied, optimistic at the prospect of more friends and allies. [ ]

Soon enough, they came to a tall wooden door with a sign on it reading 'Guildmaster's Office'. Ishmael knocked on the door.

"Oi, Aldie, it's us! We're back!" he called. "And we got some new faces lookin' to sign up!"

Something about that first paragraph feels like it has something missing, even if I’m having trouble putting my finger on what exactly it is. Maybe going into Elvira’s thought process a bit more or something like that.

Though I see it’s about time to see who Aldebrand is in this story.

Shuffling could be heard from inside the room. Then, the door opened [ and the gang saw a Turtonator here ].

"...Ah, Team Sandstream. Good to see you," the greeted a Turtonator greeted in. His the voice implied of a middle-aged a man of middle age. "Congratulations on your success in Ozerograd. That's wonderful, I’m sure that the people there are grateful no longer have to being tormented by the likes of Hinnerk and the Thorned Roses."

Some sundry suggestions here, though the biggest bone that I have to pick is that it probably makes sense to frontload the detail of Aldebrand’s species and general appearance once the door opens, since its present placement feels a bit strange to me.

Also, I know enough about Germanic names to know that ‘brand’ means fire, though I wonder what the ‘Alde’-

>’old fire/torch/sword’

Well, you can’t say that his name’s not fitting for his species there. I wonder if you consciously named him after that or if it just happened.

"It was our pleasure, Aldebrand," Lillian replied. "But credit where credit's due, we could never have done such a thing if managed it we weren't helped by Team Elpis."

"Team Elpis?" Aldebrand queried, before his gaze fell on Arian and Elvira. [ ]

"...Yes…I received the Guildmaster's letter about you two. He claims you were instrumental in bringing Hinnerk to his knees. And…" He looked over to Elvira. "...I see what he said was true. That is you, isn't it, Elvira? Kallias's daughter?"

"Yes. That's me," the Treecko confirmed.

Elvira: “Just… don’t go holding your breath on me being able to do the same things he can right away, since Arian and I were still struggling with basic dungeon encounters just a few chapters ago.”
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"...Well. Let's not leave you out in the hall, then. Come into the office," the Turtonator permitted, insisted.

and The fivesome did so, stepping into a fairly large, carved-out room. While the floor and walls were quite primitive, it definitely had the looked like some sort of an office.

An ash desk stood in the middle of the room, on which with a stack of papers stood resting on its surface. There was a chair stood behind it, along with two chairs in front. Against the walls of the room, a few more chairs of varying sizes could be seen, for Pokémon of different sizes. Two presses were present as well, but all in all, for an office, it was humble - perhaps an allusion to the echo of its owner’s personality of its owner.

[ Everybody sits down and Aldebrand has some reaction or something here ]

"So…the day finally arrives," Aldebrand observed, once all six were sitting down mused. "Kallias's daughter finally comes to join us. …I do apologise, though, that it has to be while the Guild is like this."

Some sundry suggestions here for reorganizing various paragraphs and highlighting certain spots that seem ripe for expansion.

"Don't worry," Elvira assured. "You did what you had to. Don't kick yourself over what happened to the Guild."

[ ]


"But it could be better than this. It doesn't even live up to its name of the Irian Guild," the Turtonator bemoaned. "I mean…We're hardly in Iria, are we? It's more the Kamengrad Guild now."

And this is why you don’t name your guild after specific locations, kiddies. Though hey, at least you’re doing better than “name of a powerful, world-renowned nation” to “name of a 5-man terrorist group” in terms of name downgrade arcs.

"Ain't got the same ring to it," objected Ishmael. "We're still that guild at heart. A lot of the folks with us were in the old one, like you, Aldie. Hell, we were there too! That's why the Chief's still callin' it the Irian Guild. We're not in Iria…but we're still around in spirit."

Oh, so when the Irian Guild fell, there was an analogue to that scene from Star Wars Episode III when Anakin finally succumbs to the dark side, huh? Since if I remember my chronology right, Mitrofan has been King Full Metal Jaguar for five years, the minimum entrance age in the Irian Guild is still 13 and Ish and Axel didn’t seem that old…
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"...Of course, Ishmael," Aldebrand acknowledged. "It's just that Kallias always used to say that he couldn't wait for the day when his daughter signed up to the Guild.

[ ]

But then the chaos in Iria happened, and the Guild fell apart after that. Then, to top it off, Kallias himself vanished into thin air…” the Turtonator said. “... Can you blame me for feeling downcast about this?"

I kinda wonder if the bit in underlined should be stated more specifically. Like I get if there’s story reasons for not wanting to get too deep into Mitrofan’s specific involvement here, but I wonder if something like “Iria fell into chaos and the guild burned down” would be more impactful here.

[ ]


"I getcha, Aldie," the Krokorok replied. "But, ya know…ain't no use dwellin' on the past. If we want any wins, we gotta look to the future. And…I reckon these two'll really help us from here."

I mean, it’s only a very frequent motivator for characters to go off the slippery slope and into villainy and from what I’ve heard about him through the grapevine, I’m pretty sure that Mitrofan is one of those characters himself.

"They will," Axel affirmed. "Sign them up, Aldebrand. We couldn't have beaten the Thorned Roses without them."


"They're great to work with," Lillian seconded. "Their heart's in the right place, and they work well together, both as a team and with other people. …Granted, they could use some fleshing stand to flesh out of their skills a bit. But that's par for the course with rookies like them. If we help them become stronger, then they could become real assets to our cause."

"...I'm aware. The Guildmaster was equally as full of praise for them as you all are," Aldebrand informed. "You don't need to convince me to make them join us. His approval alone is all we need to sign someone on."

Part of me wonders if Lilian’s argument is structurally more of a “middle” argument than Axel’s who gives more of a ‘stop beating around the bush vibe. e.x. if you yoink the ‘they could become real assets to our cause’ and give it to Axel, it wouldn’t be too hard to come up with something like this:

"They're great to work with," Lillian seconded. "Their heart's in the right place, and they work well together, both as a team and with other people. …Granted, they stand to flesh out their skills a bit. But that's par for the course with rookies like them.”

Come on, Aldebrand, just sign them up. We couldn’t have beaten the Thorned Roses without them, and that’s with them as rookies,” Axel insisted. “If we help them become stronger, then they could become real assets to our cause."

There was a pause across the table, before Aldebrand looked down at Arian and Elvira.

"...I'm aware. The Guildmaster was equally as full of praise for them as you all are," Aldebrand informed. "You don't need to convince me to make them join us. His approval alone is all we need to sign someone on."

Or something like that. Definitely multiple ways of approaching this if it’s a take you agree with.

The Turtonator opened one of the desk drawers and brandished a form. He then laid it out in front of Arian and Elvira, and provided them with a pen.

"There is, of course, the creed of the mercenary, and the several rules they must live by if they are to go down this path," Aldebrand listed. "Once you swear to undertake all of those vows, you may give your team name and sign your names down at the bottom."

Whelp, guess that the Irian Guild’s still a bit more picky about their help than I gave them credit for. Though I wonder how on earth they would enforce provisions against a rogue team since… yeah, they can’t exactly go turning them over to law enforcement as technical Outlaws.

"...Alright. So…what do we have to swear?" Arian said asked.

[ ] as he and Elvira looked over the document Aldebrand had given them.

I kinda wonder if this moment would’ve worked better with Aldebrand pointing out the document a bit more explicitly to turn their eyes down at what they’re about to agree to.

The Mercenary's Creed

1. To help those in need, whoever they are, wherever they are, with whatever they request: that is the modus operandi of the mercenary.

Kate: “‘Whoever they are, whatever they are, with whatever they request’, huh? Not that I’m complaining about it, but I think your Creed’s got a few loopholes there, buddy.”
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Also, you would probably find it relevant to surround this entire “Mercenary’s Creed” with indent blocks. The format is [ indent ]your_text_to_indent_goes_here[ /indent ] minus spaces. It should also manage newline characters just like quote blocks do.

2. The mercenary's priority, without fail, should always be the mission they have been assigned, and the client they wish to aid. Monetary gain, while a perfectly acceptable reason for becoming a mercenary, should never take precedence over the will to help those in need.

Thus why Hinnerk went full Mumkhar on the rest of his guildmates, I see. Since… yeah, he was really obviously just in things for the money.

3. The mercenary must never take the life of another. The will to carry out justice will be marred should the mercenary stoop to the levels of the outlaws they pursue.

I wonder if that’s meant to be ‘knowingly’ take the life of another, or ‘take the life of another for any reason’? Since if it’s the latter, that makes me wonder if killing a foe on accident is traditionally grounds for expulsion from the Irian Guild, and if so, if that ever got weaponized by more deviously-minded parties.

4. Capability of duty must be something the mercenary keeps in mind. They must know their limits and refrain from challenging missions greater than their rank allows. To elevate a mercenary's rank, through acceptance of missions and strengthening oneself, is ultimately a matter for their Guildmaster to decide.

Ah yes, the “no Timmy, you’re not allowed to take the S-Rank mission, since we don’t want to send you back to your parents in pieces”, clause. Even if I wonder how on earth that’s enforced now when pretty much every mission that’s not in Kamengrad has “imprisonment and/or death” as a potential consequence of failure right now.

5. Those who wish to join forces with another and create a mercenary team must always remember the essence of teamwork, and cooperate with their partner in their missions. A chain is only as strong as its weakest link; partners should work to galvanise their collaboration skills, make up for the weaknesses of the other and overcome any differences between them that could lead to conflict.

Ah, so this is our equivalent of the “Smiles go for miles” part of the Explorers cheer, huh?

"...Galvanise their collaboration skills, eh?" Arian noted, upon reading the fifth entry. "Sound logic. Partners that can't cooperate with each other and have nothing in common shouldn't really be on a team together."

"Indeed," agreed Aldebrand. "It's a pity when teams break up due to differences too great to bridge. Hopefully, that doesn't happen to you two."

That… happens with depressing regularity in this setting, doesn’t it?
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[ ]

"Here's hoping it doesn't," wished Elvira. "Hmm…" she murmured, as she looked further down the page.

I kinda wonder if this moment would benefit from some sort of moment of reaction coming from some combination of Arian and Elvira’s reaction to hearing that teams breaking up over differences

We vow to undertake the creed of the mercenary and strive to aid the citizens of Ardalion, be they noble or pauper, with their requests. Whatever that request may be, there is no mission we would not accept in the name of helping those in need.

Below this statement lay space to place signatures and write their team name.

What about Outlaws, though? Since just saying, ‘help me rob this caravan’ is a request that fits the letter of this Mercenary’s Creed if not its intended spirit, and you two are on the same side as each other relative to the present system of law… :^)

"So all we have to do is sign our names at the bottom here?" the Treecko asked. "And then…we're a part of the Guild?"

"Yes," Aldebrand confirmed. "...In truth, were the circumstances more normal, you would have to undergo a beginner's exam. But due to how things have turned out, the process has been more streamlined.

[ ]

And according to the Guildmaster, your victory over Hinnerk and your completion of prior tasks more than prove your capability of teamwork and dedication towards helping those in need,” the Turtonator said. “He therefore feels there is no need to trial you to assess your proficiency as a mercenary."

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I mean, I know that Team Elpis beat Hinnerk and all, but that’s still a really risky assumption to be making there. Though the fact that the normal operations themselves have explicitly been noted to have changed makes me wonder if the Mercenary’s Creed itself has changed since… yeah, the present Irian Guild probably finds itself in situations more often where it has to consider whether or not to steal stuff than it did prior to Mitrofan’s takeover, and I can see those apparent loopholes in the contract that Aldebrand pushed over to the kids. In the Irian Guild’s present state of affairs, that might be a feature and not a bug.

"Great. No need for any more waiting around," Arian said eagerly. "Come on, Elvira. Let's sign our names and officially become a part of the Irian Guild!"

"...Okay." Conviction entered Elvira's voice as she picked up the pen and wrote 'Elvira' at the bottom. Then she handed the pen to Arian.

"Sign your name there," she said, indicating to pointing at the remaining blank on the form.

"Alright," the Riolu said. But when he tried to pick the pen up and grip it, he was suddenly reminded of a problem he'd experienced back at Elvira's house when they were coming up with team names.

"...Oh. Right…"

Wait, what problem is this? Since I actually don’t remember Arian having a problem that the story took time to focus on back in that sequence.

"...Is something wrong?" Aldebrand asked, somewhat confused. "Can you hold the pen?"

"...Kind of. I just need a minute," Arian replied. "...Damn paws…Can't hold a pen properly with them."

"...What?" a befuddled Axel commented. "No offence, Arian, but it's almost like you've never held a pen before. …Can you even write?"

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I actually went back and sanity-checked Chapter 8 and Arian was actually never explicitly mentioned holding the pencil in that one part of Chapter 8 that this bit alludes to, nor was there any mention that Elvira got stuck with pencil duty specifically because Arian couldn’t figure out how to hold said pencil.

Also, this is why y’all invest in writing pads, kiddos. That way writing isn’t restricted to just Pokémon with opposable thumbs.

"Well, you see...Arian's situation is…peculiar," Elvira explained, while looking to her partner with a hesitant look. The Riolu, still working to find an adequate position to rest the pen on his right paw, caught her look and understood what she was asking.

Should I reveal it?

He nodded. Tell them.

Wait, is Arian doing this via Aura now, or…? If the idea is that it’s some unspoken moment between the two, it might make sense to phrase that last paragraph to be less of an “explicit thought” if Arian’s not straight up passing messages through Aura.

"How so?" pondered Aldebrand.

[ ]


"There's…no simple way of saying this. And I know what I'm about to say may sound unbelievable…" Elvira replied, trying to predict the eventual reaction of those in the room. "But Arian…he claims that he was once a human."

As predicted, everyone's expressions morphed into ones of confusion at the Treecko's statement.

We… don’t ever get to see Elvira predict this in her internal thought process. It might make sense to more explicitly drop in her predicting that they’d react like she fell and hit her head or something like that.

"A human?" Rhiannon said, cocking her head. "...But…I thought humans only existed in fairytales. Don't they, Ishy?"

"Yeah. …That's what I thought, anyway," her brother replied. "A human? Ya sure 'bout that, Arry?"

[ ]

"...Yes," the Riolu replied.

[ ]

"But I thought you had amnesia?" Axel queried. "How do you remember being a human then?"

Arian: “I… just do? Don’t ask me how that works, it just does. Like these freaky wave things that you guys keep broadcasting somehow.” ^^;

"And why didn't you tell us this before?" Lillian added.

[ ]


"I don't know how I know that I was a human once," Arian responded to Axel's question, admittedly annoyed that he couldn't produce any definitive evidence to back his claim up. "But I definitely was. I swear I'm not lying to you."

I’m not really feeling Arian’s second part of his dialogue there. It might make sense for him to appeal to certain standout “human” memories that he has such that he has anything to hold onto to ground his “trust me bro” here.

[ ]


"...A human once…" murmured Aldebrand, looking down at the Riolu. "Hmmm…I'm not saying you're not lying, Arian. But…with respect, it doesn't sound like the most believable story."

"...I had a feeling you would say that," Arian replied, slight disappointment evident in his voice. "That's why I never said anything about it back in town. I was afraid people would think I was mad or something if I said I was human.

[ ]

I mean…it's like Aldebrand said. it really does sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Something like that could be something that could turn away allies and give enemies useful ammo to attack me with. I'd…rather not have that, especially if I'm going to be a mercenary who helps people. I don't know if many clients would be comfortable entrusting their requests with someone who has a screw loose."

I left a couple suggestions for breaking these paragraphs up in a couple parts, though the underlined feels like a bit of a thematic tangent from the rest of the points that Arian is making before and afterwards. Since he’s talking about how ridiculous his claim sounds, and then “driving away allies and helping enemies attack him”. Maybe if it were reformatted to play up the “screw loose” angle that gets brought up later kinda like:

I mean it really does sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Like some story that an enemy would come up with to make potential allies think that I’m sort of nutter…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I'd…rather not have that, especially if I'm going to be a mercenary who helps people. I don't know if many clients would be comfortable entrusting their requests with someone who they think has a screw loose."

Or something like that.

[ ]

"W-We didn't mean it like that, Arian," Lillian said. "We don't think you're mad. It's just like Aldebrand said; it's not the easiest thing to believe without some sort of proof." Notably though, a tinge of guilt laced her tone after hearing Arian's reasoning. "So that's why you never said anything…"

"Well…the fact that Arian can't grip a pen properly is proof enough, isn't it?" Elvira pointed out. "Anyone in his position would easily be able to write, even a child. And yet Arian's clearly struggling…almost as if he's not used to holding a pen in this way.

[ ]

“Wouldn’t him being human once explain that? He'd be far more used to holding a pen in his hand like he once the way he did did as a human,” she explained. “Why else would he be struggling with something so simple?"

IMO, the “guilt” angle from Lilian works better coming up in the description before she speaks up. Especially since Elvira’s line already works as a pretty direct followup to Lillian’s “some sort of proof” point.

[ ]

"...Good point," Axel agreed. "And I mean…what does it change, really? As long as you're still helpful to us, then I don't think it really matters whether you're human or not."

"Yeah," said Ishmael in agreement. "It don't matter at all. Yer still a good friend and ally. Might be a bit weird, sayin' yer human, but…nothin' wrong with it. And I bet the Chief'll be the same."

[ ]


"Does the Guildmaster know of this?" inquired Aldebrand.

A couple more places where it probably makes sense to highlight different characters’ reactions or thought processes a bit more explicitly. Especially since from the dialogue structure, it sounds as if there’s meant to be a pause of some sort before Aldebrand starts speaking again.

"No," Arian denied. "Like I said, I didn't want to say I was human in front of Melchior, for the same reasons as before. I didn't want him to think I was a bit…daft."

"The Guildmaster's not like that," the Turtonator replied, shaking his head. "He wouldn't judge you so easily. At worst, he'll be like we are today. But I think he'll have no problem believing your story, Arian."

"...That's good to hear," the Riolu said, a bit relieved. "But still…I'd rather not parade around the fact that I'm human.

[ ]

I don't want to make an unnecessary target of myself. Maybe…don't keep it a complete secret, but don't go telling it to everyone you meet?” he proposed. “I don't want 'being a human' to be the only thing I'm known for. …If you get my drift."

[ ]

"I getcha, Arry," Ishmael assured. "Don't worry, we ain't gonna blab about it. Yer secret's safe with us."

[ ]


"...Thanks, Ishmael."

Some more spots where it might make sense to slow down and show off some more character reactions and internal thoughts here and there that I noticed. Also, Arian’s line feels like the sort of thing where if this was animated, there’d be a pause before he started speaking up again roughly along the parts as indicated in the split.

"Ah…but if we could get back to this the form," Aldebrand reminded, pointing to the form. "You still haven't signed your name on the form it, Arian."

"I know," Arian replied. "Just…give me a minute."

He went to pick up the pen, and tried his best to hold it in his right paw. It proved more difficult than expected, to the point that he had to use his other paw to balance it enough for him to write his name on the line.

"...There," he said, after scrawling 'Arian' on the form. He grimaced when he saw his signature next to Elvira. "...Ugh. That's…not great."

Wait, how on earth do quadrupeds like Rhiannon even sign things in this setting anyways given that writing in this setting is very centered around pens and pencils? ^^;

"You did well," Elvira encouraged. "Messy or not, a signature's a signature. I'll handle the rest." Arian handed her the pen and she took it, writing the words, 'the founders of Team Elpis.' "And with that…we're initiated, are we right?"

"Indeed, you are," Aldebrand confirmed. "But we mustn't forget the most important thing." He dug into the desk drawer and brought out two small items which he slid across the desk to the duo.

"...Badges?" noted Arian.

"Not just any badges," Elvira told him. "Mercenary's badges. These are special badges which help us on our missions. They're a great help in extracting people from Mystery Dungeons on rescue missions. …You'll see them in action when we do missions."

It might make sense to describe the appearance of these badges a bit more than you do at the moment, especially since even within the canonical series, there’s a few different designs depending on which game you’re in.

[ ]

"...I see Kallias taught you well. You look to know their purpose already," Aldebrand replied. "I would say wear them with honour, but…for the sake of keeping us a secret, it would be best not to do that.

[ ]

But Still, make a point of keeping them on your person. As Elvira said, they're very useful for those who delve into Mystery Dungeons,” the Turtornator insisted. “You'll be doing quite a bit of that a lot as mercenaries going forward.

[ ]

"But I digress. Welcome to the Irian Guild, Team Elpis," the Turtonator congratulated. "I am Aldebrand, the main cook and temporary guardian of the Irian Guild while Guildmaster Melchior is away."

Wait, this guy’s the cook normally? Just how deprived of talent is the Irian Guild right now if he’s the logical second-in-command right now? .-.

Though you know the drill here for these recommendations.

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"The cook? …Well, I look forward to having meals cooked by you, then," Arian returned. "I hope they're good."

"They are," Lillian replied. "Aldebrand's one of the best cooks out there. You won't be disappointed."

I wonder if that was a bit about his reputation that predates the Irian Guild’s current state of affairs, since you’d think that they’d have a limited frame of reference when they can only go so far outside of Kamengrad without risking being accosted by knights or other Pokémon in league with Mitrofan. ^^;

"Thank you very much for your kind words, Lillian," the Turtonator said in response. "...Now. Rhiannon, while you're here, I'd like you to run an errand. Get the items on this list from the market for dinner tonight."

He handed a slip of paper to the Rockruff, who caught it in her jaws and nodded to him, before trotting out of the room.

"And as for you four…would you kindly show Team Elpis around the Guild?"

"Sure thing, Aldie," Ishmael accepted. "Come on, then. Let's show the two of ya this lovely place and the little posse we got workin' 'ere."

Arian: “Wait, wasn’t that what we were doing all this time on our way over to Aldebrand’s office?” ^^;
Ishmael: “What, that sped-up walkthrough? We barely scratched the surface there! Nah, it’s time to give you the real tour of our digs…”

"Now…I gotta be honest with ya," Ishmael said, as they walked out of the office. "The guild ain't exactly big. So don't be expectin' a castle or tons of secret tunnels or anything like that."

"...That's fine by me," Elvira approved. "The old guild wasn't that big either, and Dad preferred it that way." She chuckled as she remembered an anecdote from the past. "He once complained that Iria Castle had too many hallways, and knights getting lost in them was why they were more inefficient compared to mercenaries."

Oh, well. That would potentially explain why the knights wound up casting lots with Mitrofan there, since I smell an interservice rivalry from back in the day.

"Ha! Too right!" the Krokorok concurred. "Those stuck-up knights don't care enough for the small man. The mercs pick up that work and get the credit, and they're annoyed we get the praise? …Tch," he then spat. "No wonder they were in a tizzy when the ol' tsar bit the dust."

Sophia: “Stuck up?! Why I never-!” òvó
Ishmael: “Go away, birdie. This isn’t your fic, and authors tend to get touchy about others wandering into their works.” >_>;

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"...And we weren't?" Lillian pointed out. "There wasn't a single one of us who wasn't shocked to hear the tsar had been assassinated. That's not the kind of thing that happens every day, and when it does, it's meant to be a bolt from the blue. Honestly, if we weren't caught off guard, that might be a bit worrying."

"...Guess yer right. Still…" Ishmael still had a bitter look in his eyes. "If only they'd done their job properly, then Selenia wouldn't be in this mess."

I actually wonder if the knights from before Mitrofan are different from the ones after him, since if the knights just straight up went “friendship ended with Kliment, now Mitrofan is our best friend”, that Ish and the other mercs would be a lot more bitter at them at the moment.

[ ]

"Well, let's not stew about what did and didn't happen in the past," the Sandslash said, in an attempt to divert the conversation's course. "Stick to the present, Ish. We need to show Team Elpis around the Guild."

[ ]


"...Right," Ishmael replied. "...So…where to first?"

Elvira: “I mean, neither Arian or I know anything about this place that we didn’t already see walking up to Aldebrand’s office, so…” ^^;

They had arrived back at the central area of the Guild. Looking around, Arian and Elvira saw multiple ways to go. Notably, though, they noticed two boards hanging up on the wall to the right, between two exits. There was a desk in front of it was a desk, with a Galvantula seated and behind it sat a Galvantula, who was gazing at a piece of parchment with one of its mandibles.

"Who's that over there?" Arian asked.

"That's Sifis. He manages the notice boards, and the missions we're given," Axel answered, before waving a claw at the Galvantula.

"…Hey, Sif!" he called out to the Galvantula. "Meet the newbies who'll be joining us!"

When I saw ‘Sif’ there, I at first thought of the wolf from Dark Souls so I did a bit of a double-take.

"Hm?" Sifis looked up from the parchment. "Oh…I saw you two earlier. So you're part of our Guild now, eh? Congratulations! What are your names?"

"Arian."

"Elvira."

"Well then, Arian and Elvira," the Galvantula said. "You'll be seeing me and these two boards a lot during your time as mercs here. This board on the left here is the Job Bulletin Board, where people request us to help them with various tasks or to locate missing people.

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That's probably where you'll be the safest place for you to starting,” he explained, “Newbies always start off with the simple, low-value requests.

[ ]

Then on the right, we have the Outlaw Notice Board, where the dregs of society are listed for us to hunt down and capture. Some are petty, like thieves or vandals, while others are…a bit more dangerous than that."

He cast a look toward a poster of a Toxicroak, with a sizeable bounty of 3,000P. [ ]

"Yeah…No one's willing to touch that one. It's been up there for a while. Newbies like you wouldn't have the slightest chance against someone like her."

Yeah, they’re totally going to run into this Toxicroak in the span of like 3-5 chapters, aren’t they? Since the very fact that it was posted and explicitly noted by the story…

"The more pricey the bounty, the more dangerous they usually are as an outlaw," Lillian explained. "Either that, or the crime they've committed is treason or something as grave as that. But those would be specially requested by the nobility or the tsar, and they'd have a special kind of classification. And because of their high stakes, it was only really the experienced teams that would have a stab at them …Obviously, given our current underground status…those aren't really a thing any more."

I’m… not really feeling the underlined bit since it feels like most of it is something that should be more explicitly dealt with in the past tense and brought around to the point of “bigger number means more dangerous Outlaw”. e.x. as a throwaway example:

"The more pricey the bounty, the more dangerous they usually are as an outlaw. Back when the tsar was around, the bounty would sometimes also be higher for crimes against the crown like treason, but those had their own classification and would be specially requested by the court for more experienced teams to do," Lillian explained. “Those aren’t really a thing anymore given our current underground status, but the general rule of thumb of better-paying bounties being higher-stakes jobs still applies. So don’t go getting yourself killed getting Poké signs in your eyes.

Or something like that. Food for thought, anyways.

"...I see," Arian replied. "...Hm. That's rather convenient," he then noticed [ ].

"That's the exit right there." He pointed to the nearest exit. "This is right next to the way out, so we can just pick a mission and go without much waiting around."

"Glad you noticed," Sifis said. "That was the way it was in the old Guild, and Guildmaster Melchior kept it on here. Good design and ingenuity - that's what makes us efficient here in the Irian Guild. And we intend to follow the old one's legacy every step of the way."

It probably makes sense to describe the exit a bit more such that Arian can mentally go “oh, right, that’s the way out” a bit more explicitly, since this was admittedly a bit of an informed attribute in the version that I read.

"Exactly as we should. ...But anyway. Let's move on," Ishmael said. "That way." He indicated to the group's right, and the fivesome walked in that direction. "This is the mess hall, where we eat our food," Lillian said, as They walked into what looked like a dining room, with a long table and many chairs. As it had been in the office, a number of differently sized chairs lay off to the side, for Pokémon of varying sizes.

"This is the mess hall, where we eat our food," Lillian said. [ Arian and Elvira look around a bit when Axel points out the kitchen past a counter or something ]

"And back there's the kitchen," Axel added. "Normally, Aldebrand would be there, or out getting food for meals. But I guess he's playing double duty now."

I wasn’t really feeling the structure for how Lilian’s introduction of the mess hall + Axel’s introduction of the kitchen was handled. While I’m sure that there’s some ways of handling this in a “backfilled” fashion, it just felt a lot easier and more natural for Team Elpis to come to the new location, see the sights, and then get an explanation from Team Sandstream about what on earth they just walked into.

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"...By the way, when's dinner gonna be?" Arian asked.

"Not for another bit," Ishmael told him. "It's still daytime. A bit after midday, I think."

"...So not for another while, then. …Okay then. Where to next?"

"Well, we've seen the mess hall. Now onto other places. Where would be a good place to take ya…?” Ishmael mused, before a flash of recognition came over him. “Oh, I know just the place.

Ishmael turned and left, followed by his fellow mercenaries. They passed by Sifis in the main area again, and went to the passage directly across from them.

Right next to that exit was a room with a wooden door. On it was a sign that read 'Infirmary'. Ishmael knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, the door was opened by a bipedal pink-and-cream furred Pokémon with bright blue eyes.

Ah yes, I see the Irian Guild runs with Audino nurses. Duly noted then. Though does that mean that when Arian gets tough enough, we’ll see him filling in with Heal Pulse?

"Team Sandstream?" the Audino said. "What's wrong? Is someone injured?"

"No, there isn't," Axel responded. "We're showing new recruits around the base, that's all."

"Arian, Elvira, meet our nurse, Raya," Lillian introduced. "If you ever need medical assistance, she's the one to head to."
[ ]

"...Right. We'll keep that in mind," Elvira said. "Nice to meet you, Raya."

"And you too," the Audino returned. "Now then…are you well, the two of you?"

I mean, unless if we’re going to have an ‘Arian discovers certain foods don’t work with his Riolu body’ episodes, I think that this is going to be a pretty easy answer here. ^^;

[ ]

"Hm? …Um, yes," the Treecko replied. "We're both fine, Arian and I."

"Are you certain?" Raya double-checked. "No aches or pains anywhere? No sniffles? No shivery feelings?"

Ah yes, I think I see what Raya’s shtick as a character is going to be like. Though that makes me morbidly curious as to what she’s like in that one Paralogue where Arian blunders into the Irian Guild with a stomach bug. ^^;

[ ]

"...No, none of those," Arian answered, feeling a slight reluctant irritation come over him. I know she's just checking on us, but…we don't look in any way sick, do we? "We're fine, really. Genuinely, we're both alright."

[ ]


"...If you insist," the Audino conceded, though the worry had not faded from her eyes. "But the second you feel in any way off, come to me. Don't let your ailments worsen. And that goes for you three as well."

"Yes, yes, we know. We'll call ya if we're a bit iffy," Ishmael replied. "Good seein' ya. But we gotta keep showin' these two around, so if ya don't mind…" He put his claws on the door, and moved to close it.

"I understand. I won't keep you, then." Raya took the door and closed it behind her as she headed back into the infirmary.

Arian: “Yeah, remind me to never set foot in that place if I can help it, since I already know that ‘mon would drive me crazy.” >_>;

[ ]

"...Well…at least we got outta that one," the crocodile said, once they had moved away from the infirmary. "I swear, it can take forever to convince her yer alright…"

Arian: “So why on earth did you take us here then?!”
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"You know she's just looking out for us," Lillian said. "Better her than someone who doesn't care for our wellbeing."

"And she seemed pretty nice," Arian added.

"True," seconded Elvira, before adding, "If a bit overbearing…"

[ ]

"Tell me about it," Axel said in agreement. "The living definition of a hypochondriac…That's our Raya. But Lillian's right. Better we have someone who cares for our health obsessively than no one at all."

I… wonder if there’s a different nuance that you can give the underlined such that it’s not almost literally repeating Lillian’s earlier point. e.x. something like “Not a lot of Pokémon on the wrong side of the law have the luxury of having someone who cares for their health obsessively.” or “Even if she’s annoying sometimes, Raya’s helped pull back some of our members from moments where we thought they were done for.” or something like that.

Though I suppose that this answers the question of why the guild upon initial introduction was heavily glossed over. I’m of two minds as to this whole introduction sequence, since while it logically is something that Team Sandstream would do for Team Elpis, part of me wonders if unless all these characters are going to be immediately relevant in the coming chapters, if we should’ve gotten a gloss of them and then a deeper dive whenever Team Elpis had to go to one or another amenity for whatever story reason.

"Anyway…shall we move on?" the Sandslash herself said. "Onward to the dojo."

They continued travelling down the path. As they travelled down it, Arian's ears suddenly pricked, hearing a curious sound.

Is that…flowing water? …Down here?

I mean, you do know how caves in karst formations are normally formed, right Arian? This shouldn’t exactly be surprising right now.
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They soon came to another notable area of the cavern. Several training dummies were laid out along the floor, and with training mats lay in front of each one dummy. The sound's origin was also revealed, and it was as Arian suspected; a stream was visible from the training area, and by the looks of it, ran through the cavern.

"This is the dojo," Axel said. "If you ever want to train to get stronger or let off some steam, this is the place to go."

"Or meditate," Ishmael added. "'Cause that's all our dojo master ever does."

[ ]


"...Where is he, for that matter?" Lillian asked. "Where's Galen?"

Huh. Going to get to see another character from around the guild, I see. I was going to ask who we were going to meet from the Mess Hall, but I suppose that was the point of meeting Aldebrand and explicitly noting that he’s normally the cook.

"Probably where he usually is, below the waterfall," the Krokorok replied. "We'll go get 'im. Luckily, there's a path along the stream."

[ ]

"Waterfall?" Elvira said curiously.

"Yeah, there's an underground waterfall in 'ere," Ishmael confirmed. "It's to do with the perma-wotsit of the Karstlands that means rivers go underground. Ya'll see it when we get there. It's just at the back of there."

[ ] They walked across the dojo and up a path. After a short walk, they came to the aforementioned waterfall. However…Arian was admittedly underwhelmed by what he saw. It wasn't a big, grand torrent of grandeur like he imagined, but a more modest, steadier flow through the small subterranean stream.

Ah yes, Ishmael just walking the audience through what the less geologically-inclined might not know about how karst formations work. Though IMO it might make sense to have Arian react to Ish’s earlier exposition a bit, especially if he happened to come across a blurb of related geology at all in those books lying around Zenobia’s den back on the outskirts of Ozerograd or something.

Notably, though, he could see a humanoid figure, a Medicham specifically, meditating beneath the waterfall. His eyes were closed, shut off to the world outside him, perfectly at peace, beautifully connected with his inner thoughts, with a feeling that no rude interruptions could possibly break this perfectly still moment of -

"Oi, Galen!"

Cue the faceplant into the water in 3… 2…

"Gah!" The Fighting-type's peaceful morphed to one of startlement, then fury. "I have made it clear to you one too many times told you over and over again, Ishmael; do not interrupt my meditation unless it's an emergency! And is it?!"

[ ]


"...Nah," the Krokorok denied. "I just wanted to tell ya that we got a new team on board. They're Arian and Elvira of Team Elpis."

[ ]


"...I can see that," Galen returned crossly, before his gaze turned to the two new faces. "It's good to meet you two. But I'm afraid we'll have to continue the introductions another time, because of a certain tactless reptile who dares to interrupt my meditation." He glared at Ishmael. "Begone, you."

Arian: “Oh yeah, he certainly seems nice. Not.” >_>;
Elvira: “Yeeeeah, I hope that we don’t have to train with him for the first few days. Or ever, really.”
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Arian: “(Wait, how on earth are you making my face anyways right now, Elvira?)”

"...Fine, fine," the crocodile accepted. "Catch ya later, grumpy-pants."

And With that, he turned and left. [ ]

"That was…pretty rude," commented Arian. "Did he need to be so fierce?"

Would recommend expanding this sequence a bit with some note of Team Elpis’ reaction to their less-than-hospitable welcome from Galen.

"Well, would you be pleased with someone if they woke you from your sleep for seemingly no reason?" Elvira reasoned. "I don't blame him for being angry with you, Ishmael. We could've waited to be introduced to him when he wouldn't be meditating."

[ ]


"...Yeah, but then he'd be annoyed 'cause he didn't hear about the two of ya joinin'," Ishmael countered. "That's the kind of bloke he is. There's no winnin' with Galen, sometimes. That man and his meditation…"

That actually makes me wonder what Galen thinks of the rest of Team Sandstream and if he has a ‘Ishmael’ problem, or if it carries over to the rest of Ish’s teammates.

[ ]

"Still, that doesn't mean you should give him a hard time," chastised Lillian. "We all have things that irk us, and that just happens to be one of Galen's."

[ ]


"...Whatever. Let's just move on."

By the path to the guildmaster's office lay a passage that descended downwards. Ishmael headed down that path it, followed by his comrades. T , and they soon came to an area with multiple wooden doors.

Whelp, time to see how comfy and cozy they all managed to make these caves. I mean, from Explorers, it shouldn’t be impossible to pull it off, but…

"And down 'ere, we got our dorms," the Krokorok elaborated. "…That's our room, there," he pointed out [ ]. "That's Team Anima's, that's Team Mindfist's, that's the Chief's, that's Aldie's, that's Sifis's, and that's Galen's. And then we've got a few spare rooms in this lot. We ain't got a problem fittin' the two of ya in."

[ ]

"That's good news," Elvira replied. "We'd hate to impose by having to stay in someone else's room."

IMO, it might make sense to give more of an indication of how Ish is pointing stuff out. Even if it’s as simple as noting as “he pointed out a door, continuing on as he carried down the hall.” or something like that.

"It wouldn't matter too much," Axel dismissed. "I know Serafina wouldn't mind having to bunk with two newcomers."

Ah yes, the priss who’s probably a disgraced noblewoman, what could possibly go wrong? >:V

"Yeah, she wouldn't mind at all," the Krokorok agreed. "But at least she'd be a better roommate than a certain little green tyke…"

[ ]


"Oh, for the love of…Not this again, Ishmael," groaned Lillian. "You and Terran have been at one another's throats for ages. When will you two give it a rest?"

“Green tyke”, huh? Wonder if he’s a Grassmon or an Electrike or something else entirely?

"When he stops bein' a pain in the arse," Ishmael said. "I'll be nice to 'im when he's nice to me. But he's a complete asshole to everyone! Watch out for 'im, Arry and El. Betcha a thousand Poké he'll treat ya like crap."

[ ]


"More like you'll treat them like crap," another voice scathingly responded. "Especially with the way you're lying to them right now."

All turned in the direction of the new voice, and Arian and Elvira came across an unfamiliar face. It was a small green Pokémon with triangular black markings across its skin, red scales on its belly, and at the minute, it had a steely glare locked on Ishmael.

Well, that answers what Terran is. Even if I suppose I should’ve seen this coming with the ‘earth’-themed name.

[ ]

"A Larvitar?" Elvira said. "Wait a minute...I know you..."

… Wait a minute, Elvira does? How? .-.

Though you probably want to more explicitly note her having a moment of recognition or something like them.

"...Well, speak of the little devil himself," the Krokorok spat, glaring back at the new arrival.

"Says the shoddy croc," the Larvitar countered. "What are you up to, anyway? Pulling fast ones on the newbies, are you?"

Is ‘shoddy’ deliberate there? Or did you mean ‘shady’? My initial assumption was that it was ‘shady’ given the ‘pulling fast ones on the newbies’ part of the line right afterwards, but…

[ ]

"Like ya'd do any better," Ishmael snapped. "What about ya? Cleanin' tables 'til they're like freakin' mirrors again, are ya?"

Elvira: “Um, Ishmael, that might have been a bit uncalled for-” ._.;

[ ]

"No, because unlike you, I'm actually being productive," snapped the Larvitar. "I've been preparing the rooms for these two, and just finished there. …Argh! I was in a good mood too! But you being here has completely spoiled it!"

I originally read ‘spoiled it’ without the ‘p’ and then had a dumb Spongebob meme stuck in my head briefly.

[ ]

"A good mood? Didn't think ya knew what that was," mocked the crocodile. "'Sides, I'm not an asshat to everyone, unlike a certain green gremlin standin' right in front of me."

"Humph!" the Larvitar expressed annoyedly spat. "Prat."

"Git."

"Scalebag!"

"Shortarse!"

Arian: “These two… do this a lot, don’t they?”
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Lilian: “Oh trust me, you have no idea...”
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"Ishmael! Terran! Enough, you two! Give it a rest!" Lillian shouted, getting between the two of them before it could break out into fisticuffs. "You can continue this another time, but not in front of our new arrivals! Is that the image we want to give to them?"

I… did not realize that Ish and Terran were getting mad enough at each other to be on the verge of fighting. It might have made sense to more explicitly describe them getting closer and more and more agitated, along with some potential commentary from onlookers or something, especially if Elvira genuinely knows Terran from the past somehow, since you’d think that she’d be more taken aback at how he and Ish are all but coming to blows like this.

[ ]

"He started it," the Larvitar, now known as Terran, responded, pointing at Ishmael accusingly.

"I don't care," the Sandslash replied sternly. "This isn't appropriate behaviour, especially while we're showing a new team around. It gives us a bad name. …Ishmael, go blow off some steam. We need one of you to separate."

[ ]


"...Fine," the Krokorok growled. "I'll go." And with that, he left.

Some more spots where it probably makes sense to drop in some more description. Especially for showing off how Arian and Elvira are processing what on earth just went down here.

[ ]

"...Geez. That got pretty heated," Arian commented. "I think it's best not to ask what's exactly going on between you two."

"...Maybe another time," Elvira said, betraying her curiosity to know. "But anyway…it's nice to see you again, Terran."

Oh, so she and Terran did meet each other in the past. Duly noted.

[ ]

"...Me too, I guess," the Larvitar shrugged. However, Arian did notice his hardened expression soften a bit. Only slightly, but…

"Again?" Arian turned to his partner, noting what was said. "You two know each other?"

"Not really. We only met once," Terran replied. "She's Kallias' kid. We met for dinner once. …That's all. Not a deep connection."

He then turned to the Riolu [ ].

"And You're Arian, obviously. And both of you are Team Elpis.

[ ]

Your room's over there, third door on the right,” Terran explained. “Nothing special about it; two beds, a desk and a bookshelf. Par for the course for mercs.

[ ]

…Now then. I've got more duties to do, so if you could move aside..." The group did so, and the Larvitar made his way up.

There’s more of a story behind these two, isn’t there? Though it might make sense to take a close look at Terran’s dialogue since it read an awful lot like a bunch of short lines with pauses in between that were jammed together.

"...He does not mince words," Arian said, breaking a short silence that had developed. "I definitely didn't expect such a…blunt delivery."

… Or maybe that dialogue structure was a feature and not a bug, even if I’m a bit hard-pressed on what to suggest to emphasize Terran’s “bluntness” here.

"You can say that again. ," muttered Axel. "He doesn't like conversations, and doesn't like it when people drag out conversations either,” Axel muttered. And there's me thinking here I thought we in Team Sandstream were blunt. Honestly, Terran makes us three look like the most verbose nobles in the world."

[ ]


"...You're right, Axel. He means well, but…he can be quite rude and abrasive," Lillian admitted. "...You two will just have to get used to him, I'm afraid."

[ ]


"...I guess that's what Dad warned me about," Elvira then murmured. Arian noticed the Treecko’s expression of what seemed to be looked slightly a bit of hurt.

Yeah, this is why I kept harping on about how it’d have been nice to elaborate more on Arian / Elvira’s reactions a bit more during the whole encounter with Terran, since up to this point, I didn’t get the idea at all that Elvira was being made uncomfortable by Terran.

[ ]

"What your dad warned you about?" Arian inquired. "Elvira, what do you mean?"

[ ]


"...It's a bit of a long story," the Treecko replied. "I'd like to see our room first. We can talk about that another time."

"...Right, if you say so."

Oh yeah, this is totally healthy and not a recipe for problems down the line at all! /s

The two walked into up to the room Terran had indicated earlier, and opened Upon opening the door, they were greeted with a fairly simple room to find it space set out with fairly simple furnishings. Two bedrolls lay next to one another, and with a desk lay set next to the one on the right. Paper and pencils were provided for them, and two chairs lay next to the desk. On the opposite side of the room lay there was a small bookshelf with a few books on it.

"...Hm. Not bad," Arian remarked, as he looked around where he would be staying. "I could get used to this."

I actually wonder, but how does this compare to Elvira’s home with Zenobia anyways? Since if it’s noticeably rougher around the edges, you’d think that one or the other would note the difference.

[ ]

"It's a bit like ours," Axel observed. "It's pretty much the same, only ours is a bit bigger because there's three of us."

"It's not what you'd call luxurious," Lillian cautioned. "This is the standard for us mercenaries."

Wait, where was it described that Axel and Lilian ever followed Arian and Elvira up to / into their room.

"...But that's fine," Elvira replied. "I didn't want an extravagant room. Part of the fear I had of joining was that I would be given special treatment and given honours of luxury I don't deserve, just because I'm related to Fernblade Kallias.

[ ]

I just want the same as everyone else. No special treatment. …Thankfully my prayers were answered."

[ ]


"So…is that everywhere in the Guild?" Arian asked.

A couple spots where it probably makes sense to drop in some spots showing the characters stopping and lingering in their thoughts / soaking in their “this is really happening” feelings a bit more.

"It is, actually. We've shown you pretty much all the important areas you need to know," Lillian answered. "But we're not done yet. There's one more thing we have to show off to you before we leave you to do your own thing."

"And that is…?" Elvira queried.

"We're going above ground for this one," Axel said. " Now…we go and tour the merchants."

Huh. Wasn’t expecting the merchants to be a big enough deal to merit their own scene, but I suppose Team Sandstream did promise Team Elpis they’d take them to see the merchants when they were done.

"They're a lifeline to us," Lillian was saying, as she, Axel and Team Elpis emerged from the well. "Whether here or in Iria, the Guild simply would not function without the vital aid of the merchants that are allied to us."

"Might be overstatin' that a bit," Ishmael said, who had rejoined the group after his prior anger over the encounter with Terran had subsided after beating into a few dummies in Galen's dojo. "But yeah, they're a real help to us. We'd probably still work, but…it'd be a lot 'arder without 'em."

"They used to have their own shops and a street to themselves when we were back in Iria," Lillian went on. "Here, though, they don't have that luxury, given Kamengrad's smaller size. But they're travelling merchants, most of them. They're used to having to adjust for certain towns."

I… kinda think that the whole scene setting about “Ish blew off some steam, rejoined the gang after the whole episode with Terran, and then everybody went back up the well and onto the surface” works quite a bit better if it’s handled in an introductory paragraph that also can be used to establish stuff like how much time has gone by since the scene cut and stuff like that.

"Can't say I blame some of them for grumbling," Axel replied. "But just as we have to make do, so do they."

They walked while they talked, and had reached the town's square. Ahead of them was the street of merchants' stalls that Arian had seen earlier. The group made their way towards it.

"So…first up," Ishmael began, as he gestured to a tent shaped like a green chameleon that was run by two chameleons Pokémon that resembled it, one green and one purple, who looked just like their tent. "We've got ourselves the Kecleon Shop. They sell ya yer basic adventurin' stuff, like seeds, orbs, berries and stuff like that."

Ah yes, the setting’s “Anna clones” that I’d heard so much about. I was going to ask why we didn’t see them around Ozerograd, but I suppose that having to constantly beat the snot out of Thorned Roses trying to steal their wares thinking that they were just another set of bulliable merchants probably got old.

"The green Kecleon, Jacob, handles the basic necessities," Lillian elaborated. "But while the purple Kecleon, Esau, handles the selling of TMs and other rare items,” Lillian explained. “They're The two are rather well known. They and apparently have a network of fellow Kecleon merchants that run across Ardalion. You'll find a Kecleon Shop in most places, and sometimes you might even find Kecleon merchants in Mystery Dungeons. They have quite a reputation across Ardalion."

But do the two get into inheritance disputes where one’s trying to scam the other out of his birthright? /s

[ ]

"Top tip, though," Axel said, lowering his voice as a serious look came into his eyes. "Do not, whatever you do, steal from them. Trust me; don't even think about it."

Axel knows this tip from personal experience, doesn’t he? >:V

"I…wasn't going to," Arian replied, somewhat confused as to the bat's sudden seriousness. "...Is there more to this? Of course, stealing's a crime, but…why are you acting that way, Axel?"

"I think I know," Elvira said. "Dad told me about this, too. …They say great misfortune befalls anyone who dares to steal from a Kecleon Shop. I don't know what exactly happens, but…Dad had the same kind of look in his eyes that Axel has now when he told me that."

Ah yes, I see that in Ardalion, the Kecleon are also second-to-none for their theft recovery abilities.

Jacob: “Oh, I can answer that one for you, Treecko:”
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Arian: “(Are we sure that we even want to buy anything from these guys?!)”
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"...You make them sound like some kind of evil spirit," the Riolu said. "They're not that bad, are they?"

[ ]


"I'm not willin' to find out," Ishmael refused. "Even if those rumours are tosh, stealin's bad, anyway. I ain't putin' my rep on the line for somethin' like that."

"Same here," Lillian seconded. "Don't steal from the Kecleon Shop. Period. We were warned for a reason. Let's not ask questions why."

Arian: “Look, isn’t there anyone else we can buy this stuff from-?”
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Esau: “Nope! Good luck finding any other outfit in Ardalion that can compete with our selection of wares!” ^^;
Elvira: “Look, we just need to not steal from them. That can’t be that hard, right?” ^^;

[ ]

"...Okay. Point taken," Arian said, though he was admittedly still curious about the rumours about stealing from the Kecleon Shop. "...Maybe let's move on?"

I smell a horror-themed Paralogue from you at some point in the future. Especially if the dreaded Itemizer Orb is around in this setting and does exactly what it says on the tin from official fluff text.

"Yeah, let's do that," agreed Ishmael. His attention turned to the next stall, run by what looked like a floating keychain. "Right then. Next we've got the Klefki Bank. It's run by a nice fella called Alexei. He'll store yer cash for ya if ya've got a bit too much on ya."

"Klefki Bank? …There was a place like that in Ozerograd, wasn't there?" Arian asked Elvira.

"There was," Elvira affirmed. "Klefki Banks are like Kecleon Shops; you'll find them in most places. Not quite to the extent of Mystery Dungeons like Kecleon Shops, but they're still plentiful nonetheless."

It might have made sense to give a bit more reminder as to the context surrounding this, since I actually initially completely forgot about Ozerograd’s Klefki Bank until I did a text search and remembered that that was where Elvira deposited that one check like 5 chapters ago.

"So a bank. …Alright. What's next?" Arian asked, looking further down the street.

"Now we have my favourite shop along here," Lillian said. "The Kangaskhan Storage." With an evident spring in her step, she headed towards the tent shaped like a Kangaskhan's head, Arian recognising it from the statue he'd seen before in Rolling Hills.

Ah yes, time to get that Oran Berry or whatever they put in the statue back in live-time.

"Ah, Lillian! Good to see you!" the warm, motherly voice of the stall's owner greeted as Arian, Axel, Elvira and Ishmael walked in behind Lillian.

"Hello, Auntie," the Sandslash returned, drawing a confused look from Arian. "I've got some new people to introduce you to. These two are Arian and Elvira, and they've just joined the Irian Guild."

[ ]

"Oh, how wonderful!" the Kangaskhan celebrated joyfully. "It's a pleasure to meet the two of you. Are you working together as a team?"

I actually don’t remember if Kangaskhan Storage was this congenial back in the official games, but it certainly feels fitting for a place where the patrons feel close enough to straight-up call the proprietor ‘Auntie’.

"...Er, yes," Arian replied, still a bit befuddled by Lillian's earlier statement. "We're Team Elpis, Elvira and I."

"What a lovely name," praised the Kangaskhan. She then noticed the queer expression on the Riolu's face. "Something wrong, dearie?"

[ ]


"...N-No, I'm fine. It's just…" Arian looked to Lillian, and then back to the Kangaskhan. "...Are you two related?"

[ ]

"Related?" Lillian said. Beside her, Ishmael and Axel both fought to contain what seemed to be laughter. "Oh no, not at all! We're not related."

Arian: “Wait, huh? But you just called her ‘Auntie’ and-!” .-.
Axel: “Hey, it’s a canon series constant, probably due to a cultural artifact of it being made in Japan like that one ‘Wobbuffet’ joke that only works in the Japanese script. But a series constant anyways, so good enough!” ^v-v^

"But…you called her Auntie," the Riolu uttered, more confused than ever.

"It's just a nickname, dearie. It's what everyone calls me," the Kangaskhan explained. "My real name's Kassandra, in case you were wondering. But you can call me Auntie too, dearie."

So does she also have premonitions of disaster that go unheeded by everybody else? ^^;

[ ]

"...Okay, then…Auntie," Arian said, finding the word a tad strange to say for someone he probably didn't have relations with. "So you…store items here? Does it have anything to do with the Kangaskhan Rock we saw in Rolling Hills?"

"It does," Kassandra answered. "Items stored in those rocks make their way to my storage. And those items can be withdrawn later by the people who deposited them. …It's interesting that you bring up Rolling HIlls. I happened to receive an item Oran Berry from the rock there earlier today, with no idea who exactly it belongs to."

"Oh! That's ours, I think. It's an oran berry," Arian revealed. "I put it one into the rock's pouch, and it disappeared. …Is it here?"

IMO, Arian’s “finding the word [...]” bit works better being pulled forward in some description paragraph prior to his dialogue since something about the dialogue feels like he’s doing that after making a decision about “well, that’s weird, but whatever, I’ll roll with it”.

"Indeed it is." Kassandra broke off from the conversation to disappear into her tent. A moment later, she returned with an oran berry. "There you go."

[ ]

"...It's the same one," the mystified Riolu said, as he took the berry. "But how? How does that work? How does it get transported from Rolling Hills to here?"

"Sorry, dearie. Trade secret," Kassandra apologised. "But you're free to avail of my services anytime you wish."

inb4 it’s a Natu that hides in the back and does teleportation runs or something like that. Though it probably makes more sense to more explicitly describe Arian taking the berry from Kassandra and his
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reaction trying to wrap his head around how on earth any of this is all possible.

"...Okay then," Arian said, as he turned to leave. "It was good meeting you…Auntie."

"You too, dearie. Have a nice day!" the Kangaskhan wished, as the group walked away from her tent. [ ]

"...Now do you see why I like her so much?" Lillian asked.

"I guess," the Riolu replied. "Still, though… Auntie. That's going to take a bit of getting used to, calling her that."

Another spot where it might make sense to expand things with a spot of description, especially some focusing on Lillian’s reaction to the whole encounter.

"...Nothin' wrong with it," Ishmael reasoned. "'Sides, I've heard much worse nicknames people call 'emselves. At least Auntie's a reassurin' name that makes ya feel warm inside. She does have that kinda effect on ya."

"I agree," Elvira seconded. "I'll look forward to going back to her."

"No doubt you will," Lillian said. "Now…where's next?" She looked over at the next tent, and her face dropped in an instant. "...Oh. There."

It’s going to be the Cofagrigus expy, isn’t it? Since that reaction feels very ‘Cofagrigus’ right about now. >:V

[ ]

"Yeah, that's…the locksmith's," Axel informed, his expression bearing a similar reluctance to the Sandslash's. "A Banette called Julius runs it. Julius's Appraisal, it's called."

"A locksmith's?" Arian inquired. "But what particular use would a locksmith's be to a mercenary?"

Julius’ appraisal shop isn’t described at all up to this point. It might make sense to drop one in, especially if there’s something about the shop that is obviously ‘off’ such that it draws such a different reaction from Team Sandstream relative to the others which they were generally excited to visit.

"Sometimes, when yer in Dungeons, ya come across small treasure boxes," Ishmael explained. "Only particular keys can unlock 'em, and where better to get one from than a locksmith? Folks like Julius'll unlock 'em for ya for some cash."

"It's a good service," Lillian said, before a peeved look crossed her face. "Bit of a shame the man himself is a bit…overzealous when it comes to his job."

"Overzealous? In what way?" Elvira asked, before her question was answered for her.

"Ah! Team Sandstream!" a sinister voice sounded from the Banette-looking tent, as the Marionette Pokémon himself stepped out from it. "Have you got any lovely boxes for me to cut open like a knife through butter? My knives have an appetite to whet, you know…" His equally eerie grin grew as he uttered these words.

Elvira:
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Lillian: “(Yeah, he’s just kinda like that. You get used to it. Mostly.)”
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[ ]

"Nah, mate, we don't 'ave anythin'," Ishmael replied. "Sorry 'bout that."

"...Damnation," hissed the Banette in disappointment. "I suppose I'll have to return to the practice boxes again..." He retreated to his tent with a huff.

[ ]


"...See what I mean?" Lillian said, once he was gone. "The way he talks about cutting upon treasure boxes like they're something to suck the life out of…How do you not find that creepy, Ishmael?"

[ ]

"He's a good'un," the Krokorok defended. "He ain't like an outlaw. He ain't got a bad bone in his body, I promise ya. Might seem a bit freaky at first, but there ain't nothin' wrong with 'im."

Whelp, I think that I found the member of Team Sandstream who would be the fan of horror movies given that Julius going full Smeagol over his chests doesn’t move the needle with him.

[ ]

"...If you insist," Elvira replied. "We'll give him the business if we find any treasure boxes." She looked back at the street before them, and the merchants they had passed. "...Is that all of them?"

[ ]


"Well, not yet. One more place," Ishmael answered. "It's up a bit further, away from this lot."

They continued a bit further down the street. It was something of a surprise to Arian that from this location, the edge of town was visible. Not an overly large town, then, he mused. But then it's not like a town has to be large to be good.

Wait, how big is Kamengrad relative to Ozerograd and Old Ozerograd anyways? Since some sort of relative comparison between the two would help a lot for getting a feel for just how small or not Kamengrad is, since it’s apparently still big enough to have side streets.

"And here we are," Ishmael announced, snapping Arian's attention back to their tour. "This is the Kamengrad branch of the Tropius Carriers."

The Riolu looked at the building before them. By the looks of it, it seemed to be a post office, with the building painted green and brown to represent Tropius's colouration. Looking in through the windows, he could see a reception desk where a few customers stood in line to send parcels to friends or loved ones.

Ah yes, this is how we’re still going to be able to stay in touch with Zenobia, I see. I just hope that these guys don’t get their mail snooped on by Mitrofan and his lackeys.
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"Oh, this is good," Elvira said happily. "So this is where the Tropius Carrier branch is for here. Now I know where to go when I want to send letters back to Mom."

I mean, I suppose that the very fact that Team Sandstream is showing them this place is a sign that it’s at least perceived as being a safe and trustworthy agent for passing messages on to other people even when not on the right side of the law. Though that makes me wonder if they’re inadvertently used to help coordinate activities by Outlaws or the likes in this setting.

"Oh yeah…You did say you were going to do that," Arian replied, being reminded of what his partner had said as they were saying goodbye to Zenobia. "When are you going to write to her?"

[ ]


"Soon. Not right away - maybe once we get into the routine of doing missions and have been here for a while."

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"That's good for you, then," Lillian smiled. "It's always good to keep in touch with your loved ones. Especially when they're not living next door to you. …I should probably do the same with Mom and Dad. But I'll take a leaf out of Elvira's book and wait a bit before writing. We did only see them earlier today, after all."

Why am I getting the feeling that this punting on writing Caitríona and Connall isn’t going to age well? Like it’s understandable, but Lillian sure seems to be able to take the existence of “tomorrow” for granted in a way that I wouldn’t have necessarily have expected from a character with as precarious of a way of life as hers.

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"Well, that's all in the way of shops," Ishmael said. "But…we'll tour ya around the rest of the town as well. That way, ya get to know all the people and places to go if ya 'ave a bit of downtime."

And that was what Team Elpis spent most of the afternoon was spent on doing just that: just going with Team Sandstream touring Team Elpis around Kamengrad. It was a quaint little town, one of stillness seemingly full of peace and serenity. And while Arian and Elvira were never referred to as new recruits for the Guild in respect to the Guild's secrecy, those that knew the truth and kept it under wraps were encouraging and wished the pair well going forward.

They were a supportive, positive people, and that brought reassurance to Team Elpis. To be around such a community could only be a good thing. They would have little fear of being sold out or betrayed here, they thought.

Okay, so I understand the rationale for not wanting to drag things out, but I do wonder if this whole “those who know, know and react accordingly” thing going on in town would’ve been more effective showing it from a couple interactions with randoms on the street pulling a “Hey Lillian, how are you doing? And who are the kids?” or something like that such that we can see this dynamic, and then during the return to town, get to see Team Elpis’ turn getting to share in with it. Since there was something about the initial trip through town that I thought felt “missing”, and little interactions like the ones glossed over here would’ve gone a long way to filling that void.

And so, it was with a chipper mood by when evening that came, the two descended into the Guild with a chipper mood. The smells of tantalising food being cooked greeted the duo as they walked into the assembly area, giving the caverns a sense of homeliness.

One thought went through Arian's head.

I made a good choice, siding with these people.

Well, I’m not fully sold on that just yet, but Kamengrad certainly did a good job putting up a positive first impression.

Whew, that was a pretty chunky read, and as you can gather, I had a lot to say up to this point. Enough so that making a condensed take at the end was more or less mandatory to keep things relatively digestible, so let’s just start going into the highlight reel:

Okay, so this chapter was really obviously a “Hello World” for what’s going to be Team Elpis’ home away from home for at least the next arc or so here in Selenia, the hidden new Batcave digs that the Irian Guild moved into once their old place in the Selenian Capital went up in smoke, and the cute little town above it. While I had some quibbles about usage of description here and there, the overall vibe of the guild and Kamengrad both came through quite well as this quiet little haven where everyone can retreat to from a world that’s full of problems that only seem to be growing by the day and try to figure out how to start turning the ship around. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but whole karst formation bit was also some clever foreshadowing regarding what to expect for what the Irian Guild’s digs would be like. I hope that there will be other moments like that in this story.

I also liked the characterization that we got to see on display, even if they were primarily concentrated among Rhiannon, Aldebrand, and Terran with some of the other characters brought up not managing to make as much of a splash past an initial impression, but the story just needed them to get their foot in the door to see them around the guild more, and to its credit, they all did it well enough to get me wanting to see more of them.

As for the flaws… there’s a bit of a laundry list of recurring things that you’ve probably noticed from the full writeup, but in the interest of not sounding like a broken record, I’ll focus specifically on the issues that stood out most to me. I felt that the chapter needed more description in general, but especially in the context for setting what different character vibes are. Like it was especially noticeable in the in the moment where the gang meets Terran, where I didn’t pick up on his banter with Ish getting particularly heated, or how Terran wound up being inadvertently hurtful to Elvira until the story just straight-up said those after the fact. Having more description would’ve allowed for those dynamics to feel more “shown” and less “told”.

As for more structural issues, but part of me is ambivalent about the whole guild complex walkthrough. Like on the one hand, the tour makes sense and is in character, but on the other, with like four separate characters getting brief hi-byes, I wonder if it’d have been a more economical use of wordcount and those encounters would’ve made more of an impression on the readers if they got introduced whenever their presence was more directly required by the plot (e.x. plot calls for Team Elpis to go to Galen’s Dojo and they get a full scene dealing with his grumpiness and issues with Ish). Dunno, maybe I’m overthinking things.

Though on the subject of length, this chapter reads long for some reason, and it presumably would be noticeably longer than 10k words if more description were patched into it. If you do go back to touch this chapter up and throw in some additive editing, I would suggest at least considering dividing it up at the end of the scene where Team Elpis formally signs up to join the guild, since each is approximately 5000 words in their present state and could easily become 7000-8000 words apiece with only modest building off of the base that already exists. The two halves there also represent fairly complete chunks of story: the “first half” in that split covers Team Elpis’ arrival into Kamengrad and them formally joining the Irian Guild with Arian’s human-ness coming out, the “second half” gets Team Elpis used to the Guild they’re going to be calling home, the town above, and essentially is a chance to let them grapple with feelings over “this is really happening” while giving them a concrete glimpse of “this is what you’re fighting for”.

I know that it’s become a running trend for me to have a wall of criticisms every time I review one of this story’s chapters, but I dunno, there’s just genuinely something about it that keeps me coming back. Like sure there’s a lot of things that I have nitpicks about, but the characters are endearing, the world feels fun and alive with glimpses of a really rich history and lore, and the stuff that I’ve heard that’s still a ways off from where I am right now genuinely sounds interesting, so here I am for the ride.

Hope the feedback’s helpful, @Arukona , even if I honestly wouldn’t begrudge you for choosing the “lol, I’m not editing all that, I’ve got new chapters to push out” route for handling these earlier ones. Whatever you choose, I’ll be looking forward to seeing where your story goes from here, and hopefully at least once more before Review Event lets out later next month.
 

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Heya, told you that I’d be back for more of this story for Review Event. Though let’s just jump right in where we left off with Team Elpis getting settled in in the Irian Guild and its new batcave digs:

Chapter 12

"...So what missions do the two of you plan to do today?"

That was the question of Serafina as Arian and Elvira were eating breakfast in the mess hall. It was the next morning, and after a lively dinner and a good night's sleep, the two newly initiated mercenaries at the Irian Guild were having breakfast with two fellow mercenaries.

The mercenaries in question were Team Anima, a pair consisting of Serafina, a Meowstic, and Natalie, a Ledian. They had met them at dinner last night, and had quickly gleaned the basics of the respective members.

I’m… not really feeling this introduction since it feels like we’re learning details in a fairly disjointed fashion and we’ve literally never been introduced to Team Anima properly prior to this point. If you’re attempting to go for an “in medias res” opening, consider going with something like this:

"...So what missions do the two of you plan to do today?"

Arian looked up from his breakfast in the mess hall at the Ledian staring him down from the other end of the table as his mind briefly drew a blank. Right, that was Serafina, and the Meowstic next to her was Natalie, her teammate from Team Anima. They roomed just down the hall from them and had met at dinner the night before.

Arian supposed that was one way of telling even with a good night’s sleep that the day of their initiation had been busy. He and Elvira had quickly picked up the basics of various teams around the guild, but it was still a bit hard to wrap his head around all the details a full morning later.

Though cute art of these two, for the record.

Serafina was from a noble background, as detected by her silver-spoon accent. But she was honest and earnest in her will to be a mercenary, and spoke of the need to help the common citizenry of Selenia in difficult times such as they were at present, a sentiment Team Elpis shared. Beyond that, She was talkative creature, and was a frequent asker of questions, eager to know the details and interests of her new colleagues.

Oh, so that’s why you headcanon her as having Melia’s VA. Can’t say that it’s not fitting with that sort of vibe.

Though IMO, the “a sentiment Team Elpis shared” isn’t really really necessary to say out loud since… how many chapters have we seen Arian and Elvira doing just that up to this point? You’d think it’d be kinda self-evident by this point.

By contrast, Natalie was not like this. She was nearly the Seraphina’s exact opposite; quiet, reserved and someone who only chimed in on conversations on the odd occasions. This was mostly They’d seen as much at last night's dinner: where Serafina did most of the talking, and she Natalie really only spoke in introducing herself and when she was posed a question.

Another striking difference between the pair was that while Serafina spoke with a refined, elegant accent, Natalie spoke with the accent of what Arian had later called a 'southern drawl' (much to the confusion of his partner, who chalked it up to being a 'human term'). Both girls were from the Karelia Oblast, a rural region in Selenia on the west coast of Ardalion, and both had forged a strong friendship, despite their differences in class.

>Karelia Oblast

Okay, so where’s the analogue to Finland that Selenia yoinked this oblast from? Since I know my geography and 20th century history enough to recognize that name. >:V

Though for the record if you want to disguise this a bit more and lean into Selenia’s old-timey Slavosphere vibes, Korela would probably stand out a bit less to readers who aren’t major Russian/Baltic history buffs, since that’s an archaic Russian name for your region’s IRL namesake.

Though I suppose that that’s one way of telling that Arian was American as a human, since I don’t think that any accents from Southern England are typically characterized as “drawling”. Also, hilariously enough, but that accent actually is a descendant of the accent of upper-class Londoners circa the 17th century. Kinda funny how geographical separation plus a few hundred years of history recontextualizing things can change associations like that, huh?

"Oh…we're probably going to keep it simple today, I think," Elvira answered. "We're only still new, after all; it wouldn't do to overestimate our abilities."

Oh, so was this the part where they picked up the cursed babysitting mission from Paralogue #2, huh?
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"A wise choice," Serafina commended. "That Not overestimating what one is capable is part of the Mercenary's Creed, after all; not overestimating what one is capable of. We are only mortal, after all. And even if we in Team Anima have attained Silver Rank, I admit that I still baulk at tougher missions."

Huh, they still maintain a ranking system at the Irian Guild in spite of diminished headcount and their present Aggron problems. Though I suppose it makes sense given that they still need a way to tell Timmy “no, there’s no way you’d survive that mission, you’re not taking it”.

"Which is perfectly alright," Elvira replied, after eating into a pancake topped with diced pecha berries. "Not everyone can be fearless. Some missions can be truly daunting, even to for the most seasoned of veterans, can be truly daunting.

[ ]

My dad's had his fair share of missions like that."

The last line of Elvira’s line feels like something she might say after a pause for some reason. Dunno if I’m overthinking things or something like that.

"Even Fernblade Kallias?" That was a fact that when revealed last night to her, made the Meowstic's eyes shine in admiration and excitedly ask Elvira what growing up with the hero as her father was like. Now, she reacted with surprise at what the Treecko was saying.

I think that it makes more sense to mention Natalie’s surprised / stunned reaction before she speaks up, since something about all this description coming afterwards feels odd. If you want to stick to your guns on it, I’d recommend making it more built around Elvira noticing it or something, kinda like so:

"Even Fernblade Kallias?"

Elvira looked over at Natalie and saw her eyes visibly widen in surprise. She supposed she should’ve seen this coming. When it came out last night that she was Kallias’ daughter, the Meowstic’s eyes had shone in admiration and she’d spent no shortage of time excitedly asking Elvira what it had been like growing up with the hero of the Irian Guild as her father.

Maybe this was the first time Natalie had ever heard of even the great Fernblade Kallias having limits of his own.

Some food for thought, anyways.

"Dad and Melchior were very brave when it came to taking on missions," Elvira told her. "But it would be wrong to say they could tackle any mission they were presented with would be wrong. Even they found there were missions that they couldn't handle.

[ ]

…It taught me that even the most lauded of heroes are far from invincible,” she explained. “Dad himself insisted I saw it that way. Even he had shortcomings from time to time."

This feels like a moment to drop in some reaction from Elvira, especially if she’s thinking of some sort of distinct anecdote or moment that her mind’s turning back to. Though that makes me wonder what on earth Kallias got up to around the time of the fall of the Irian Guild, since you’d think that if nothing else, that that moment would hammer home “yup, even Kallias has limits, too” for everyone.

[ ]

"A fair point," agreed Serafina. "But regarding your own capabilities, I would personally think the two of you would be able for missions beyond what Normal Rank offers. Being able to defeat Hinnerk, the leader of the Thorned Roses… that is was no small feat. A sterling achievement, to be sure."

"Yeah," piped up Natalie. "Couldn't imagine doin' anythin' like that…"

Cue the very insistent “ahem”-ing from further down the table by Team Sandstream turning and staring in 3… 2…

"It was hardly easy, though," Arian pointed out. "And it wasn't like we set out that morning with the intent to defeat him."

[ ]


"That does not downplay your accomplishment," Serafina returned. "...But I am now fully curious. How did the pair of you, with Team Sandstream's aid, manage to triumph over the boss of the Thorned Roses?"

Hinnerk and Mikhail were idiots and didn’t free their Petrified goons and then Melchior just showed up and deleted everyone not named Hinnerk? I mean, that definitely made the difficulty curve a bit more manageable even if Hinnerk was already a handful in a 5v1.

[ ]

"...That's quite a story," Elvira replied, just as she finished the end of her breakfast. "And as much as I would love to tell it to you here…I wouldn't like to leave today's mission waiting. …Another time, perhaps."

Ah yes, time for Arian to go and pick up that stomach bug. /s

"...Of course," the noblewoman accepted. "I look forward to hearing that tale when you want to tell it. Oh, and good luck with today!" she wished, as Team Elpis got to their feet with their trays in hand.

Arian and Elvira gave the trays to Aldebrand, who returned them to the kitchen to be washed and cleaned. They then went to the main hub, where Sifis was sorting through mission requests, as he was the day prior. He turned around when he saw the duo approach.

"Hey, you two," he greeted. "What do you feel like taking on today?"

It might make sense to drop in a reminder somewhere in this section that Sifis is a Galvantula, since I admittedly had to do a text search to quickly remind myself that “oh right, Sifis is that guy”

"Hmm…"

Elvira looked between the two boards. [ ]

"Hmm... I don't feel like taking on outlaws today. I feel more like doing a mission request. Does that suit you, Arian?

Wait, there are actual Outlaw missions that are safe for Normal Rank teams to do? What are they? “Catching Shoplifters” missions?
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"Sure," the Riolu accepted. "Now then…what do we have for us in Normal Rank?"

"...Well, there's a few," the Galvantula informed. "Most of them are what you'd expect - lost items and hunts for treasure. But there's one that came in just this morning. This one here."

He reached for the piece of parchment in question, and unstuck it from the board, before placing it on the desk in front of him.

"Let's see…" Elvira looked it over.

My wife Gráinne (Flygon) went to Scree Canyon yesterday to collect herbs for medicine, but she hasn't returned yet. I implore you, Irian Guild - please find her!
- Diarmuid (Gliscor)
- Location: Scree Canyon (5F)
- Reward: 100P

Would recommend using indent blocks to set the mission listing off from the surrounding text. Though this scenario certainly looks familiar. I wonder if its presence in your Gates one-shot was done as a deliberate reference to this moment or else if it was just a big coinkydink.

[ ]

"Hmm…The reward is 100P," Elvira noted. "And…it claims that this Gráinne they want us to find is on the fifth floor of the Dungeon."

"Sounds easy enough," observed Arian. "Alright, we'll do it."

Does Poké buy you more stuff than it does in the canonical games in Ardalion? Since unless if Diarmuid is just completely broke, from how desperate his mission text sounds, you’d think that he’d be offering more than the equivalent of five (at most) apples from the Kecleon Brothers’ shop for finding his wife.

I do wonder if either Arian or Elvira should have a bit more commentary about this mission since the whole “rescuing someone’s wife” angle and all that and you’d think that it’d either trigger some opinions about it or else points of comparison to some of the past missions they did.

"Good. Take the leaflet with you," Sifis instructed, handing the pair the parchment. "Scree Canyon…that's not too far from here. It's marked on your map where exactly it is."

The Guild had provided Team Elpis with a map of Selenia, and upon taking it out, Elvira saw it marked on the map, near the tsardom's eastern fringe and in the foothills of the Empyrean Mountains.

I’m admittedly drawing a couple blanks on concrete proposals, but it probably makes sense to not handle the second paragraph all in one sentence since… yeah, it feels like there’s quite a bit going on in this one.

Though wait, where is Kamengrad on this map anyways? Since I don’t think the story has ever pointed out where it is relative to other parts of Selenia.

"True, that isn't far from here," Elvira remarked, noting the Dungeon's short enough distance from Kamengrad. "We might even get to knock out another mission today, depending on how quickly we get this one done."

"Well, let's not waste any more time, then," Arian said with feeling insisted. "Come on, Elvira! Let's head out!"

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"You've got some spunk, kid. I like that," complimented Sifis. "...Go on then, Elvira. Follow your partner."

You know the drill here. Though in this case, it’s directed at being able to see a bit more of Sifis’ reaction in particular.

"...Very well," Elvira replied, finding herself unable to suppress a smile at her partner's exuberance.

A good choice of partner, indeed.

I can already see her “I’m gonna be just like dad” fantasies playing out in her head already, just saying.

"...Whoa…Those mountains are huge…"

After stocking up on items at the Kecleon Shop in Kamengrad, Arian and Elvira set out to the Empyrean Mountains. But while they were visible from Kamengrad, the former Arian never truly realised how dominating the mountain range was until they came up close to it.

"Certainly, they're huge. Well, they are the biggest mountains Ardalion has to offer," Elvira told him. "Some of these mountains' summits reach above the clouds themselves. And because they're so high up, they're capped with snow all year round. Even now, despite this dry spell we've been having this summer."

"Oh yeah…because temperatures decrease the higher up you go," Arian stated, remembering a fact about altitude and temperature.

Wait, but wouldn’t they potentially also be undergoing a “snow drought” if precipitation writ large has been stunted in Selenia? So in theory, shouldn’t you be able to see that the snowcap is smaller than what it should be or something like that?

"I don't like the cold," admitted Elvira. "I'm more one for warmer weather. And I know what I said about this drought in Selenia. But…this kind of weather with more rain would be perfect. It would be a lot better than a Selenian winter, where snow covers everything and it's bitterly cold."

I should be a lot less surprised that the land with all the casual Russian influences lying around would also have Russian-style winters. Does it also have an analogue to rasputitsa as well when things start to thaw out?

"Is that what winter's like here?" Arian asked.

"Yes, and Grass-types like me fare poorly in the snow," the Treecko answered. "You'll be fine. Your fur will keep you warm."

[ ]


"...Hm. Didn't realise that," the Riolu muttered, looking over his furry body. "...What an unusual thing to have, fur."

Hilariously enough, but Arian’s fur would also keep him cool in desert environments since it’d trap solar heat away from his actual skin. Dunno how well that’d work if his body is more generally adapted to cold climes, though I suppose we’ll find out whenever this story heads over to Alba.

"Humans don't have fur, do they?" Elvira wondered.

Technically, we do. It’s just concentrated on very specific parts of the body and a lot less dense.

"Plainly not, otherwise I wouldn't be feeling this strange about my fur," Arian responded. "It's really odd having it. Like a second skin, of sorts. …But I suppose, like just about everything in this world, that it's another thing I have to get used to."

I now suddenly wonder if Arian ever gets into awkward moments when he notices that he’s leaving fur sheddings behind after sitting or lying down.

[ ]

"On that note, Arian…how are you getting used to everything?" asked his partner. "...Do you feel as though you're getting there?"

[ ]


"...I suppose," Arian replied, after pondering his answer for a short while. "I guess…some things have come more easily than others. And there are some things I still find hard to get over. Like all the different Pokémon of this world, and just how strange it is to be talking to them…[/B]”[/B]

[ ]

Is there an encyclopaedia or something that tells me all about the different species of Pokémon there are? Because genuinely, it may be hard to keep track of them all…"

Two spots that look like they would benefit from added description. The first part in particular seems like it’d benefit from pulling the bit where Arian is noted to be pondering his answer forward before he actually speaks.

Though time to find out whether or not Ardalion has a Pokédex.

"...There might be something back at the Guild," Elvira answered. "I do see your plight, especially for someone like you. It can make your head spin, to keep track of every species out there. It would be helpful for you to know the specifics of some species, at least, so you know what to watch out for if we ever encounter one."

I feel as if there’s a brick joke to be had here about how their species encyclopedia is this massive doorstopper and someone whining about how they wished there was a version that could be conveniently kept in their pockets.
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"That's something for when we get back, then," Arian decided. "But then I also have to learn how to write properly. And then I want to improve my moves with Galen. Oh, and then there's needing to learn more about myself as a Riolu, and just what I'm capable of…"

Arian: “Which, you know, in retrospect, maybe we should’ve done before we dove right into our first mission.”
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"Take your time," Elvira recommended. "Pace yourself, and do things one at a time. Don't fluster yourself thinking about everything all at once. It'll only seem more daunting that way."

[ ]


"...Good advice. Thanks for that," Arian said. "...Good thing I have you as my partner, eh?"

Huh, somehow I imagined Elvira to be the type to fluster and get overwhelmed like this. Though that might have been an unfair read from the earlier chapters where she was in a funk over the state of the world.

"...At least that's a thought we both have in common," Elvira replied, smiling at her partner. She was about to go on further, but then she looked forward on the path along them, and stopped. "...Ah. Here we are."

[ ]

"The entrance to Scree Canyon…" Arian looked before him at what he saw, and all in front of him, the familiar opaqueness of a Mystery Dungeon's entrance could be seen.

"The entrance to Scree Canyon… Are we ready to enter?"

Wait, I just realized, but if it’s called ‘Scree Canyon’, is that because it’s full of Pokémon that make scree-ing noises like Zubat?
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"...We are. Let's go in."

Scree Canyon

1F



Not convinced that this is going to go well, but here goes nothing.

"Hmm…Which way to go?"

Arian posed that floated the question aloud to himself as he and Elvira found themselves in the labyrinth of a Mystery Dungeon again. This one was different from the previous four Dungeons they had been in, in that rocky, craggy terrain made up the ground, and rock walls with visible strata made up the walls of the rooms and corridors.

Okay, maybe less “Zubat problems” and more “Gligar problems” judging from the surrounding terrain.

"Let's go that way." Elvira pointed to a nearby exit.

Wait, but I didn’t realize that these two were even in a chamber right now, since the scene-setting description was a bit on the vague side. .-.

"Alright," agreed Arian. As they started down the path, he suddenly realised something. "...But let's take a leaf out of Lillian's book." With his foot, he marked an X in the dirt by the corridor's beginning.

Well, somebody certainly learned fast from the trip over to Kamengrad, though it’s a nice touch to show how Arian and Elvira are coming along from their experiences and growing.

"Oh, of course," Elvira said, seeing what her partner did. "We must get used to doing that. Practice what we learn from others."

"It'll become second nature in time," Arian responded. "Now…let's find that exit."

It didn't take too long to find one. After dealing with a Geodude speedily, and wandering through two corridors and a room, they happened upon the stairs, and walked up them.

I actually wonder if that paragraph at the end is necessary there, since from a peek ahead, we jump a couple floors ahead right after this, and that could’ve been used as part of a scene-setting “oh yeah, that happened” paragraph to bring readers up to speed.

Scree Canyon

3F



"So on what floor was it again? The Pokémon we're looking for?" Arian asked, as the duo climbed the steps into the third floor.

"The fifth floor," Elvira answered. "Not yet, in other words. At least we don't have to scour each floor like we did for Iona and Tamara. Official missions are able to determine the exact locations of where the Pokémon in need are. We need only search the floor they say it's on."

Arian: “Huh, that’s certainly convenient. Though… er… how exactly does that work again?” ^^;

"That's a relief," replied Arian, who admittedly wasn't looking forward to the thought of searching every nook and cranny of the mazes of yet another Mystery Dungeon.

The room they were in was a small one, with only two exits. One of them was one they’d already taken, and marked accordingly.

Along the corridor, there were no encounters, but as they entered the next room, Arian saw an approaching Misdreavus.

Huh, Ghost-types are the resident ferals here in Scree Canyon, huh? I’ll admit that I didn’t see that one coming.

"Hmm…Some kind of ghost, huh?" he observed. Ghost-types…My Force Palm won't work against it, nor will Quick Attack. But…I do have another trick up my sleeve for instances like this.

"Hang on, Elvira. I got this," he said, and readied a Metal Claw, slashing the Misdreavus. This provoked an angry cry from the feral Pokémon, which then retaliated with its own attack: a bright yellow ray that encircled the Riolu.

"Huh? What was…" Arian broke off, as he suddenly began to feel dizzy. Then his vision began to swim and blur, and everything soon became a daze. What's happening? No…I can't fall unconscious. Not now…

Ah yes, the “joys” of Confuse Ray. This is why you invest in Stayaway Wands to not deal with stuff like this, Arian.

At that moment, the image of the Misdreavus appeared before him, cackling with laughter at him.

"Gah! Stay away!" he yelled out. By instinct, he slashed at the ghost with Metal Claw again, hoping that would do it in. But instead…

"Agh! Arian! Snap out of it!" Elvira's voice sounded cried out. It sounded more frantic than normal, and Arian could detect the pain in her voice.

Arian: “Er… oops?”
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"Elvira?!" the Riolu cried out, alarmed. "Where are you?" In his dazed state, he couldn't see where the gecko was, or anything coherent for that matter. Everything's a blur…

I kinda wonder if we should’ve seen more of Arian’s blur-o-vision in action here to try and sell the vibe for how this is a confusing and disorienting experience a bit more.

"You're confused, Arian!" the Treecko called back. "Hang on! Take this while I deal with the Misdreavus!"

At that point, something with a soft texture to it was shoved in his face. Arian didn't know exactly what it was, but by instinct, he bit into it…and was surprised by the taste.

A berry…? Hang on, I've tasted this before...

Lum Berry? Or something different there?

Then it happened. Suddenly, the blurry vision and dizziness began to fade, and the human found his vision returning to normal. As it did, he caught sight of Elvira looking at him worriedly. Behind her, he spotted the sight of the Misdreavus in question from earlier fallen against the ground.

"Are you alright, Arian?" the Treecko asked. "Don't worry about the Misdreavus. I dealt with it."

Arian: “Wait, but didn’t I hit you with Metal Claw earlier? Elvira, shouldn’t I be asking you if you’re alright?”
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Elvira: “... I got better?”
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"I…think so," Arian replied. "Urgh…What happened? What did that Pokémon do to me…?"

"It used Confuse Ray on you," Elvira explained. "That makes you dazed in confusion. Persim berries can be used to cure such dizziness."

Huh. I actually completely forgot that Persim Berries did this. Guess I should tweak that one throwaway bit in OaT where the gang deals with a set of hangovers since Persim Berries are a bit more common than Lum Berries if my memory serves me right.

As she spoke, though, Arian couldn't but notice that her voice was slightly laboured, as if she were hurt in some way. His eyes, focused once again, now had a clear view of his partner. And he then noticed the wound on her midsection.

It might make sense to describe this wound a bit more explicitly. Though yeesh, I see that Arian packs a bit more of a punch than he gives himself credit for.

"Elvira! Are you okay?" he said. "What happened to you? That…That wasn't something that Ghost-type did to you, was it?"

Elvira: “Yes, Arian. The Ghost-type without visible appendages used Metal Claw on me…”
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Arian: “Look, it was a fair question, okay? Wooper can apparently learn Ice Punch, so…”
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"...No, it wasn't," the Treecko admitted. "You were confused at the time, Arian, and…it wasn't your fault, really," she added.

"Not my fault? What do you mean…" Arian trailed off, as he realised with horror what her words meant. "...I…I did that to you? When I was dizzy…I hurt you?"

You couldn’t tell that from the claw patterns on Elvira’s body, Arian? Since just saying, if you landed a square hit, it likely has a very distinct 3-banded pattern matching up with his paws.

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"It's alright, Arian. Nothing I can't fix with an oran berry," Elvira assured, taking out the aforementioned item and munching on it.

"But I hit you!" Arian protested. "Even if it was out of my control…you were hurt because of me. …I'm so sorry, Elvira! I should've been more careful around that Pokémon…"

Well, I suppose that’s one way to get insight into Arian’s character, since I honestly wouldn’t have faulted him for just going “er… okay” in response.

"Arian, please! It wasn't your fault," Elvira tried to persuade him. "The wound's all healed up now. Please don't think about it anymore. What's done is done. Let's move on, and forget about that little mishap."

The bit in underlined was never described actually happening up to this point.

But despite Elvira's words, Arian's thoughts kept coming back to him. The idea that he could hurt his partner like that scared him more than anything. He had no idea confusion could make him confused enough to strike his own teammate.

Something about the underlined bit here feels like it’s more “told” than “shown”. It might be a bit more impactful to see this realization play out through Arian’s own words or something like that.

"What was that berry you gave me?" he asked. "That berry that Since it made me see straight again."

"A persim berry," Elvira answered. "I got one at the market, just in case. …I guess I was right to do that, because we did need it. It cures you of confusion like you were in. That Misdreavus used Confuse Ray on you. It's fairly common for Ghost-types to know it, so watch out if you ever come across one."

Oh, that’s nothing Arian. Just wait until you run into your first opponent that starts chucking Totter Seeds or Totter Orbs. ^^;

"Right," noted Arian. I need to know more about the specifics of some more specifics of what I'm facing. Because if I keep going blind into situations like this, it's going to lead to trouble. Honestly, to think I'm facing problems like this right after I defeated Hinnerk…was that just dumb luck, beating him?

No, that was more Hinnerk being an idiot able to be talked into fighting with a subpar strategy. Along with Team Sandstream helping and then Melchior showing up to deal with the “everybody else” problems you had in that fight. ^^;

No, he denied. I defeated Hinnerk because I had allies by my side. Elvira and Team Sandstream. I still have them now, as well as a whole guild to help me out with my problems and what I need to know. With friends at my side, I can overcome anything.

Arian: “Who… aren’t here with us right now.”
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He then inwardly cringed at that thought.

Okay, maybe not quite anything. …But they can do a lot to help me. That's the point. I can't be afraid of being mocked because I don't know basic things. The Guild are my friends. If I need help…I need only ask them.

"Arian?" Elvira's voice drew him away from his thoughts. [ ]

Elvira: “You’ve kinda just been staring off into space for the last minute.”
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"Oh, sorry," he apologised. "A bit lost in thought, that's all. Let's move on."

And so the pair resumed their search for the exit.

Arian: “Though, uh… you did buy more than one of those Persim Berries, right?” ^^;
Elvira: “No, Arian. I only have so much bag space. Look, just keep your distance from the Misdreavus, okay? They’re not even good matchups for you to be fighting with in the first place.” -_-;

Scree Canyon

5F



"It's this floor," Elvira said, as the pair ascended to the fifth floor of the Dungeon. "This is where the Pokémon in question is." She looked at the parchment once again. "A Flygon by the name of Gráinne…hmm…"

You’d think that between her coloration and her sheer relative size compared to you that she’d be hard to miss.

"And a Flygon is…?" Arian queried.

Giant antlion dragon? Whips up a bunch of sandstorms? Makes humming noises from beating its wings?

"A Flygon is a green Ground/Dragon-type with wings and a long tail," Elvira described. "It has large red eyes and looks a bit like a Bug-type. That's what we're looking out for."

>looks a bit like a Bug-type

Um, Elvira, you did check what Egg Groups Flygon’s in, right? Those resemblances are a bit more than skin deep. :V

[ ]

"I…see," the Riolu processed replied. "You probably have a better idea of what to look for than I do. But I'll do my best to keep a good lookout for what you said."

"Flygon are quite big, too. It's not like we'd be searching for a needle in a haystack like we were with Iona," Elvira added. "This should be easy, hopefully."

"Let's hope it is," Arian replied, with confidence.

Aaaaand she went and jinxed it. Time for this Flygon hunt to turn out to be surprisingly difficult.

The duo began their search, scanning all the rooms and corridors they went through for the Flygon. They took down any Pokémon that stood in their way, and picked up any stray items they found in each room.

Among the latter was a curious blue treasure box that neither of them could open.

Ah yes, our first Treasure Chest which that Banette shopkeep is going to get all Smeagol over.

"Hmm…Where's the key for this?" Arian pondered. "Maybe it's somewhere else on this floor?"

"Key…" Then it clicked for Elvira. "No. We take this to Julius' Appraisal. He'll get it open for us."

Arian: “... Are you sure there’s not a key lying somewhere around this floor? Since I really don’t know if I need to see him go all ‘my preciousssss’ over this chest.”
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"Oh yeah…" Arian realised, thinking back to the tour of the merchants the day before. "...Still…Julius, of all people?" He still remembered the unnerving smile and his overenthusiasm of the Banette, and wasn't sure whether to put his trust in the ghost.

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I did that last cutaway gag as a joke.

"...He might be a bit too passionate," agreed Elvira. "But he's probably good at his craft. And Ishmael says he's a good man, so…I think that's proof enough he can be trusted."

Riolu: “Or it’s proof that Ish needs to become a better judge of character.” >_>;

"...We'll worry about that later," Arian replied dismissively, handing his partner the box to file away in their bag. "The Flygon's more important for now."

They resumed their search for the Mystic Pokémon. And luckily for them, they didn't have to look for too long to find her. She was in a large room, looking around with worry written on her face.

"That's her," Elvira said. "No doubt about it. …Excuse me!" she called out to the dragon.

Arian:
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“I’m sorry, but how on earth did you wind up needing to be rescued by us? You’re huge!

"Who's there?" came the response. Then the Flygon's eyes caught sight of the duo. "You…You're not wild Pokémon, are you?"

… Would there even be any wild Pokémon whose immediate response after encountering Gráinne outside of a large group wouldn’t be “... nope nope nope
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”? Since you’d think that basic self-preservation instincts would limit the pool of creatures that could effectively take a Flygon on.

[ ]

"No. We're mercenaries for the Irian Guild," the Treecko answered. "Is your name Gráinne, by any chance?"

"Yes. That's me," the Flygon confirmed. "...I suppose Diarmuid must have sent a mission request to the Guild. Thank the heavens he did. I was starting to go stir-crazy in this blasted maze."

Wait, is it standard operating procedure for Mystery Dungeons that if you get lost that you’re supposed to just stop and wait to be rescued instead of just pressing on? Since you’d think that considering the local wilds we’ve seen thus far, that Gráinne would’ve been a lot better-prepared than the average delver to just keep pressing on and looking for a way out.

"He did," Arian said. "That was the requester's name. [ ]"

"He's my husband," Gráinne explained. "He comes off as gruff and no-nonsense, but he's a sweetheart, really. He cares very much for me, and he worries whenever I'm gone for too long. …Sometimes a bit too much. But that caring attitude is why I love him."

I think that you’re missing some sort of “Why, do you know him?” from Arian or something like that, since Gráinne’s explanation of who Diarmund is is coming a bit out of left field at the moment.

"Let's take you back to him, then," Elvira proposed. "Just a minute…"

She rummaged around in her bag, before bringing out the team badges…much to Arian's confusion.

"Elvira, why did you take out our badges?" he asked, puzzled.

"...It's better to show you than to try and explain it," the gecko answered, before turning back to Gráinne. "Put your hand to the badge, and you'll be teleported out of the Dungeon."

I kinda feel that the underlined should be extended a bit. I’m also not fully feeling the last paragraph since Elvira opts to show how the badge works to Arian… and then just explains it anyways to Gráinne five seconds later? It’d probably make sense to either just have Elvira explain things up front to Arian or else to scrub the explanation bit to Gráinne with something to the effect of “come on, let’s get you out of here, put your hand on the badge”

"Okay." Gráinne did as instructed. What happened was something that struck alarm in Arian. One minute the Flygon was there, the next…she had disappeared.

"Where's she gone?" he asked worriedly.

"Outside the Dungeon," Elvira answered calmly. "Don't panic, Arian; she'll be fine. Now...it's time to exit ourselves." She held up the badge. "Just touch it, and we'll be out of here."

Elvira: “... Also, I literally just explained to Gráinne that it’d teleport her out of the dungeon. Like you do know what teleportation is still, right?”
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Arian: “Look, I thought that someone would come in from outside and get her or something like that!” .-.

"...If you say so…" Arian said, unsure of what was to happen. He, along with his partner, both touched their respective badges…and suddenly a bright flash of light occurred that forced Arian to shut his eyes.

But when he opened them again…he found himself in the surroundings of the foothills of the Empyrean Mountains, with the dominating peaks looming overhead. What ticked it off for him was the distinctly un-labyrinthine appearance of everything.

"Told you," Elvira said, a victorious look on her face.

Arian: “Wait, but how on earth did that even-?” .-.
Elvira:
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"...We're out?" Arian asked, looking around him in amazement. "...But how? How did those badges get us out of there? I never knew they could teleport us out of Dungeons! …But how does that work?"

[ ]

"...How they work doesn't matter," the Treecko decided to say. "What matters is that they are of help to us, in ways like this. It's customary for mercenaries to do this after finishing a mission in the Dungeon they were in. What, would you prefer to tread through the rest of the Dungeon instead?"

Snerk. I see I wasn’t far off from the reaction image. Though if Elvira’s having a lulzier moment reacting to Arian’s initial question, it might make sense to describe that a bit more.

"...I guess not," the Riolu admitted. "...It's good to have them, then. I still have a few unanswered questions about how they work, but…maybe I should stop asking questions questioning things."

He turned his attention to Gráinne, who he saw was nearby. [ ]

"So…um. I know this might sound like a stupid question, but what now?"

It might make sense to break this paragraph up into a few smaller ones.

"We escort her back to the client in question," Elvira answered. "...Where exactly would Diarmuid, your husband, be at this time, Gráinne?"

"Oh, in his shop, most likely," Gráinne replied. "We run an apothecary's, just outside Kamengrad. That's where we live, the two of us. It's just off this road, in fact, along a little boreen."

I’m guessing that ‘boreen’ is a creator regionalism on your part… or else a hint that these two have roots from Alba (which I kinda gathered from their very Gaelic-looking names), since I admittedly had to stop and look this one up. Is this meant to be an Albaism in-setting? If so, it might make sense to hovertext this one or else add some sort of author’s note that it refers to a narrow country road.

[ ]

"Hmm…We might've passed by an apothecary's, actually," Elvira recalled. "There was a sign for one on the road to the Empyrean Mountains."

"That's it,” the Flygon insisted. “It's down a small side road. I'll point it out when we get there."

But as it turned out, the Flygon did not even need to do that. At the point where the side road in question began and the sign for the apothecary's was located, Arian and Elvira caught sight of a Gliscor coming up the side road.

Team Elpis:
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"Ah! That's Diarmuid!" Gráinne said excitedly. "Diarmuid! I'm over here!"

The Gliscor turned his head, and once he saw the group, his worried expression immediately shifted to one of relief when he saw the group.

Diarmund’s expression was never mentioned prior to this, even if I suppose it would make sense that he was feeling a bit tense over his wife’s absence.

"Gráinne! There you are!" he called out.

But hearing his voice sparked curiosity within Arian blinked and had a spark of curiosity after hearing the Gliscor’s voice. Somehow, it sounded familiar…and as well as that, the Gliscor himself was a new sight for the Riolu. But his bat-like shape, with sharp pincers and fangs, and a bluish-purple colouration sparked Arian's curiosity. HmmI wonder…

He’s going to turn out to be Axel’s dad, isn’t he? Since we already know that children in this setting aren’t species-locked to share their mother’s like in the games.

"I was getting worried," Diarmuid said, once he had caught up to the group of three. "You were gone since yesterday evening, and I…I was afraid something had happened to you."

"It wasn't anything too serious, dear," Gráinne assured. "I just had a bit of an unlucky run, that's all. The exits kept taking a long time to find, and those Misdreavus were ever so mischievous with their uses of Hypnosis and Confuse Ray.

[ ]

I was also tired, and combined with the uses of Hypnosis, I managed to fall into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it was morning. It just wasn't my day, I suppose."

Huh, the Irian Guild posts those missions from around Kamengrad fast, I see.

"...Not all visits to Dungeons go smoothly," Diarmuid murmured. "Even for those we regularly delve into. I'm just glad you're safe. And…"

He turned to Arian and Elvira. [ ]

"...I Thank you for going into Scree Canyon to rescue Gráinne. I can't allow such kindness to go unpaid." He dug out 100P for the duo, and gave it to them.

Arian: “(Isn’t this literally just enough to buy two apples from the Kecleon Brothers’?)”
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Elvira: “(Arian, not in front of our clients! And it can buy five apples from the Kecleon Brothers!)” >_>;

"Thank you very much," Elvira said. "We're always happy to help, as mercenaries of the Irian Guild."

"That reminds me," Gráinne said. "We never asked your names."

I mean, you were lost in a Mystery Dungeon and probably more focused on just getting out of there, so…
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"I'm Arian, and this is Elvira," the Riolu introduced, choosing to be the one to introduce them for once. "And the two of us make up Team Elpis." He allowed a small hint of pride to enter his voice. "This is our first mission, actually, now that we're officially part of the Guild."

[ ]


"...Heh. Glad to be the first stepping stone on your journey," Diarmuid replied. "The Irian Guild's becoming a bit more lively now. Especially now that Ishmael, Axel and Lilian are home."

It feels like there should be more of a pause prior to these two lines of dialogue. It might make sense to show more of how Gráinne and Diarmuid are reacting.

"Oh, isn't that great news?" Gráinne celebrated. "I was so worried for them, stuck in Ozerograd like that. …But they're back safe and sound. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to them…"

[ ]


"...Do you know Team Sandstream?" Elvira asked.

Yeah, they’re Axel’s parents, I can already tell.

"Actually, speaking of which," Arian interjected, before the couple could respond. "Um, Diarmuid? You wouldn't happen to be related to Axel by any chance, would you? It's just that you look so similar to him…"

"Related to Axel? …Of course I am," the Gliscor answered. "I'm the boy's father."

"And I'm his mother," Gráinne added.

Yeah, I had a feeling between the names and the story explicitly stopping to highlight how similar Diarmund was to Axel. Though I suppose that that’s one way of showing off how Kamengrad is a small, tight-knit community. (Though given the amount of Alban-sounding character names in this town, I wonder if we’re close to the border with it at the moment.)

"His mom and dad? …Hm. I had a feeling that was the case," murmured Arian. "Guess I was right on the money."

"Gligar evolve into Gliscor," Elvira told him. "I thought that might have been the case as well. ...Quite astute of you to notice, Arian."

I mean, Gliscor is almost literally “Gligar but bigger and scarier (and somehow more lightweight)”, so… yeah. I think the family resemblance would come through quite a bit there. ^^;

[ ]

"It appears you know my son," observed Diarmuid. "Then again, as part of the Guild, you would know him. …I'm surprised it wasn't him taking on this mission. That boy of mine better not have been sleeping in again…"

Oh, I can already tell that Diarmuid is going to have some choice words about how he and his buddies weren’t able to come and help his own mother at a time of need while they were in town. >:V

[ ]

"I think Team Sandstream may have left early for a mission," Elvira recalled. "They weren't at breakfast this morning, so it might've been that."

Huh. Meaning that they didn’t get it from Sifis’ mission board? Since you’d think that if they were there, that Axel would’ve dropped everything the moment he noticed a listing posted by his father… unless he and Diarmuid just don’t get along.

[ ]

"...Hmm." The stern look on the Gliscor's face softened. "At least he's keeping busy. He and Ishmael were always boisterous and got up to mischief when they were young ones. Good job Lillian's there to keep them in line."

"If you see them, tell them we send our regards," Gráinne said.

Okay, so how is Ishmael related to these two anyways? Is he also family, or connected through companionship or something like that.

"We will," Elvira promised. "Stay safe, you two."

[ ]


"We hope to see you again," Diarmuid said with hope. "Come stop by our shop sometime, if you wish."

"We'll think about it," Arian said. "Bye, you two!"

With that, Team Elpis continued down the road back to town, while Diarmuid and Gráinne went down the road to their shop. [ ]

"Axel's parents…Who would have thought it?" Arian said. "Wait till Team Sandstream hears about this."

A couple spots where it probably makes sense to expand the description of the characters’ body language and reactions a bit. Also, I think I already know how Team Sandstream (or at least Axel) is going to react to finding out about this:

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"You do sometimes make connections like that in mercenary work," Elvira pointed out. "It's not uncommon for family of guild members to ask a favour of the Guild. …Who knows? Maybe Mom will make a request one of these days. When she's better, hopefully…"

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"How do you think she's getting on?" Arian wondered, as they neared the town's edge. As buildings came into view, he suddenly realised something as he caught eyes with one of them. "Actually, there's an idea. If you want to find out how she is…then send her a letter."

Waaaaaaait, but I thought Elvira already mentioned in just the last chapter that she intended to send letters to Zenobia. It might make sense for Arian’s suggestion here to more explicitly call back to that. E.x. something like:

[...] “Actually, if you were still planning on writing Zenobia a letter, maybe you could just ask her in it. And looking up ahead, now might be as good a time as any to do so.”

Or something like that.

Elvira looked over and saw the Tropius Carriers building. She was then reminded of what she said yesterday, of writing a letter to her mother once they'd settled in.

"...I said I'd do it later this week, but…I might write it a bit sooner than that," the Treecko decided. "I don't want to keep Mom in suspense for too long."

"Maybe you could get started when we get back to the Guild?" suggested Arian.

"...Maybe I will," was Elvira's reply. "Come on. Let's get back there so I can begin."

I… personally feel the first two paragraphs in this block are a bit superfluous and can basically be replaced with a short paragraph that boils down to “Elvira looked over and saw the Tropius Carriers building. Right, she’d kept it in mind yesterday as a place to send letters to her mother after settling in. But maybe it wouldn’t hurt to write her a bit earlier.” without really losing anything.

A few days later…

"Come back soon!" called the Tropius that ran the Kamengrad branch of the Tropius Carriers.

"We will!" Elvira called back. "Make sure that letter gets to my mother!"

"I'll see to it, otherwise my name isn't Yasen, leader of the Kamengrad Tropius Carriers!" returned the Tropius, as the duo closed the door.

Wait, was Yasen already introduced at the end of Chapter 11 in the sequence where we got to see all the shopkeeps around Kamengrad? Since part of me wonders if it’d have been better to introduce him there so that way we’re getting less of this truncated introduction here.

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"...Enthusiasm sure comes in spades with merchants, don't they?" Arian commented, as they walked down the street back to the stalls.

"They have to be enthusiastic to pitch their business," Elvira reasoned. "If they can't do that, the money will dry up and they'll go hungry."

Which, considering their limited pool of clients nearby, probably motivates them to be extra enthusiastic to passers-by.
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"That's fair," accepted Arian. "Oh, and speaking of enthusiastic merchants…" His eyes looked over at Julius' Appraisal. "...We never did get around to getting that box unlocked, did we?"

Arian: “Look, can’t we just pay someone to break this chest open? I swear that I saw some team with a rock-headed dinosaur going around back at the guild!”
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Elvira: “Arian, for crying out loud, it’s not as if Julius is going to bite you.” >_>;

"We didn't," Elvira confirmed. "We have it on us…I guess now's as good a time as any." She started towards the stall, and Arian followed. Julius happened to be whetting a dagger when he caught sight of the duo heading for his stall.

Arian: “E-Elvira?
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Elvira: “It’s fine, Arian. Probably. Maybe. I hope.” .-.

"Ah! Customers!" the Banette expressed. "Welcome to my beautiful house of knives. However might I serve you? Any lovely treasure boxes for me to dice the locks off?"

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"...We do," Arian said, trying his best to ignore the expectant and sinistrous glint in the merchant's eye. Elvira took out the box in question, and took out the money required to pay.

Arian: “(Yeah, remind me to buy an extra lock for the door to our room at the guild, since boy am I going to have trouble sleeping knowing that he’s going around town.)” O.O

"Good, good! Brilliant, brilliant!" Julius said in acclamation. "I'll have this lock diced apart like a Weavile's claws to butter!" He brandished his dagger. "This will be a cinch!"

The Banette plunged his dagger into the keyhole. With a few twists, he managed to crank the box open, much to the duo's surprise.

"Wow...that was quick," commented Arian.

Arian: “... Is that even good for your knife? How on earth did you not break the-” .-.
Julius: “Ah-ah-ah! Trade secret!” ^.^

"As it should be," Julius grinned. "The Guild don't request my services for nothing, you know. ...The reward in there is yours for the taking."

He turned the box around for the team to see. [ ]

"...Money," Elvira noted.

"Typical of a treasure box," Arian remarked. "Might as well take it. Or…store it in Klefki Bank?"

Wait, Arian already has a baseline expectation of what treasure boxes in this setting are like? Or is he drawing off expectations he had back as a human?

"That sounds better," Elvira agreed. "We'll do that. Keep it for a rainy day, perhaps. …Thanks very much with this, Julius."

"No problem," the Banette replied proudly. "If you ever find any more treasure boxes…then you know who to call for."

Arian: “... That rock dino guy back in the Guil-”
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- Cue Elvira sharply elbowing Arian -
Elvira: “Don’t worry, I’m sure that we’ll be around to give you more business in the future!” ^^;

"...Right, Elvira. Let's get back to the Guild," suggested Arian, as the two left Julius behind. The Riolu, despite seeing his skill at his craft, still felt uncomfortable around the Banette. "I want to get back to practising my writing."

IMO, the underlined should’ve been played up a bit more in the narration in and surrounding the part where Julius is doing his thing cutting through the lock on the chest. Since lulzy cutaway gags aside, I actually got the vibe that Arian was coming around on his impressions of Julius due to the lack of description of him being uncomfortable or off-put by him.

"...You are improving," noted Elvira, recalling her partner's activity in this regard.

He was beginning to get the hang of holding a pen, and would practice writing in the evening in their room. This, he coupled with his studies of Pokémon through books that had been given to him, and sometimes combined them in an effort to drill the information deeper into his brain.

"It still isn't great, though," Arian lamented. "My handwriting still looks really bad. Honestly…when will it get better?"

"With practice and effort," the Treecko encouraged. "Don't worry, Arian. Your writing skills will improve with time."

"...I guess so. Still...I wish that time would come faster..."

… Wait, are they still outside in town right now? Or did we cut ahead into the Guild complex. Though part of me wonders if Arian should’ve signed something in town with the Tropius Carriers so that we could see his gradual improvement in writing a bit more since this description feels pretty “informed attribute” at the moment.

The two continued their trek to the Guild, and reached the well. Arian's previous fears about the height had lessened, though every once in a while he did get slightly nervous about descending into the Guild. It didn't greatly impede anything, though, and the Riolu merely saw it as a small snag to overcome. Nothing more than that.

When they reached the Guild's main area, however, something was plainly afoot. Every member of the Guild was gathered there, plainly as an audience to something.

Oh boy, that’s certainly not a good sign there.

"What's going on?" asked Elvira to the gathered crowd.

"Oh, you're back!" Lillian cried. "Just in time, too."

"Why? What for?" Arian queried.

"The Chief's back," Ishmael informed. "And he's got some news for us about what's gone on with 'im."

Arian: “Wait, was it ever explicitly mentioned why Melchior didn’t just come back with us to the guild yesterday, or…?”
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Ishmael: “I’m pretty sure that it was mentioned that he had some loose ends he wanted to tie up back in Ozerograd? Though now that you mention it, he was getting a bit cloak and dagger about things.”
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"He's just gone to the office to prepare some things," Axel elaborated. "He'll be out in a sec."

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"We should get to the front. That way, we have a good view," Elvira advised Arian.

"Agreed."

Arian could see her point; quickly saw why Elvira made the suggestion: he wasn't able to see the front at all, due to the fact that from how most of the guild members were taller than the two of them. They walked around the side of Aldebrand, the tallest of all the Guild, who acknowledged their presence, before they both stood at the front, near to Terran (who, unlike Aldebrand, pointedly ignored them. Next came and Rhiannon, along with two others he hadn't seen before: a grey dinosaur-looking Pokémon with blue markings on its skull and back, and a lilac-furred quadruped with a red gem on its forehead.

Ah yes, hello Team Mindfist. Considering how their dynamic was in Paralogue #2, time to see just how much of a trainwreck Team Elpis’ first meeting with them will be.

"So you're the new recruits that everyone speaks of," the Espeon of the pair observed the latter, an Espeon. "I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Isaac, one of the two members of Team Mindfist. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"And I'm Lex!" pronounced the other, a Cranidos. "Good to meet you. Hey, if you ever want a sparring match sometime, just ask me! I'm up for one anytime!"

Well, that’s quite a character contrast there between these two. Also, how soon until we start seeing Arian bug Lex to play Box Buster so that way he doesn’t have to deal with Julius?

"...Hmm…I might just take you up on that," Arian considered. "I could use some skill-honing myself."

"Great!" Lex celebrated. "How about later on, if you're not busy?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

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"Quiet, you two," Galen interrupted. "The Guildmaster's come back."

It might make sense to give a bit more of a reminder to the audience that Galen’s the crabby dojo Medicham, since I admittedly did a bit of a double-take after seeing the namedrop since it took me a bit to remember that that was who he was in this story.

And indeed he had. Team Elpis saw the Swampert Melchior once again as he came out from the path to the office. As the Swampert got ready to address the Guild, he caught eyes with them, and gave a nod of acknowledgement to them.

"Thank you for all gathering here," Melchior began. "Thank you all for keeping the Guild intact while I was away. It was reassuring to know that you all kept things in order, and our mercenaries continued to fulfil their requests in our never-ending quest to help the people.

[ ]

And “On top of that, I am pleased to hear that our new recruits, Team Elpis, are settling in well, and that we have all given them a warm welcome,” he continued. “I am grateful to you all, truly, for an astute performance during my absence.

Melchior’s line of dialogue in this section is long enough that you probably want to consider making two paragraphs out of it.

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"But that is not the reason why I have called you all here today. I called you here wished to inform you of recent developments in Ozerograd while I was there, and how the town has shaped since the removal of the Thorned Roses,” Melchior said. As his eyes settled on [insert relevant parties here]. “…Of course, it could not have been done without the combined efforts of Team Elpis and Team Sandstream, and I would like to once again thank them for overcoming the daunting challenge laid before them."

A round of applause greeted the two teams. Both teams felt honoured at the praise.

I wonder if the underlined should be expanded a bit more with some focus on some combination of Arian or Elvira’s perspective, since this feels a bit “told” and not “shown” at the moment.

"...What about Ozerograd?" Elvira asked, once it had died down. "How is the town?"

Whelp, time for things to get nice and awkward in short order since… yeah, there wasn’t exactly a lot done that would keep all that hard-fought progress from just getting undone by Mitrofan’s knights beyond a lack of will by Mitrofan to reinstall Hinnerk.

"I am happy to report that everything is going well," Melchior informed. "The organisation of the volunteers has helped to keep the town stable despite the absence of a leader. I stayed there to help keep things in order, and to ensure that it would remain that way upon my departure.

[ ]

Just about all traces of the Thorned Roses are gone from the town; all of their graffiti has been cleaned away, and all of the evicted townsfolk have been returned safely to their homes,” he explained. “The town has definitely become much cheerier as a result of the volunteers' effort. It is a safe haven…for now. But…

[ ]

“Whether it will remain that way is another story,” the Swampert murmured. “And I fear that on the horizon lies a dark cloud that will wash away that peace."

Yeah, I knew that things weren’t going to be as simple as just pushing Hinnerk and Mikhail into a cell. Though it probably makes sense to divide up Melchior’s speech and drop in description interleaving it, especially reactions coming from Team Elpis or the other spectators in the crowd.

[ ]

"What do you mean?" Arian asked. "What dark cloud?"

"I refer to Mitrofan," the Guildmaster answered. "Obviously, the news of the Thorned Roses' defeat reached him in Iria. A few days later, envoys from him were sent to Ozerograd to make an offer to the people there. To them, They offered an alliance with them, and along with an assurance that the days of the Thorned Roses would be no more."

Oh, so Ozerograd can’t be assumed to be friendly to the Irian Guild anymore, huh? Since knowing Mitrofan, I’m sure that that offer was one that the town couldn’t refuse.
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Murmurs arose amid the guild members. Arian heard a few remarks, but the one that stood out to him was behind him, where Ishmael whispered to his teammates, "Betcha it's a scam."

Hmm…based on what I've heard, I'd be inclined to believe him.

[ ]

"What did they say?" Elvira asked. "Did they accept the offer?"

It might make sense to drop in some more explicit depiction of how Elvira is taking things, since if Ozerograd turns on the Irian Guild, it has some potential implications for Zenobia and her well-being, especially if word gets around to the new management over how Zenobia has ties to the Irian Guild.

[ ]

"...There was divided opinion over it," Melchior revealed. "Many haven't forgotten the prior partnership between Hinnerk and Mitrofan that allowed Hinnerk to remain as the leader of Ozerograd for five long years, and they expressed made their feelings about that clear to the envoy.

[ ]

But… On the other hand, many of the townsfolk are tired of constant oppression. Anything, to them, is better than the five years they experienced. They would be satisfied with peace of some form, even if it was the likes of Mitrofan orchestrating that peace."

"But Mitrofan's a tyrant too, isn't he?" Arian asked, putting up his paw as he spoke as a polite gesture. "Why would they settle for being led by him?"

Because in true tyrant fashion, not accepting to be brought back under his authority in a face-saving fashion would almost certainly guarantee Ozerograd would have knight problems and a decent swath of the townsfolk did not sign up for having the entire rest of Selenia’s present government out to get them?
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"A good point. But..the truth is that some view him as a lesser of two evils," Melchior elaborated. "Some think he wouldn't be half as oppressive as Hinnerk. As long as they do not oppose his rule, he will allow the people to carry out their business as usual. That was what the envoys promised. And that, for some of the townsfolk…would be perfectly fine."

"So what was decided?" Aldebrand asked.

[ ]

"...It was a difficult choice," Melchior replied. "I was tempted to advise them to reject any notion of working with him. But...a number of townsfolk voiced their fears of potential retribution should they do so.

[ ]

Between them and those who were all for opposing Mitrofan…I decided to come to a compromise, and advise them to negotiate terms with Mitrofan with the hope of striking a deal in favour of Ozerograd's citizens,” “It wasn't long after this that I left for here. With luck, they may be able to strike a favourable deal."

Some more spots that feel like they’d benefit from being divided up into smaller paragraphs, though yeah. I kinda figured that Ozerograd wasn’t going to be free of their Aggron overlord that easily.

[ ]

"...Do they know you were there, Guildmaster?" Galen inquired.

"They did," confirmed the Swampert. "But I never showed my face to them. How do I know they weren't trying to apprehend me and present me to Mitrofan?

[ ]

Most collectively agreed that I shouldn't show my face to the envoys, and so it was arranged that I would remain out of sight while the envoys were in town,” he explained “In order to leave town, I made sure to lay low while leaving town, and I was lucky enough to not be followed."

I’m… not as convinced that Melchior wasn’t followed there as he thinks. Since it just feels like a fairly common occurrence in stories for characters to turn out to not be anywhere near as safe as they thought, as we already saw with Team Elpis at the climax of the Ozerograd arc.

"...So your approach was a pragmatic one, then," surmised the Medicham. "Mitrofan is our enemy, at the end of the day. But…we must think of the people, too. For the short term, at least, this may be the wiser move."

Arian: “A-And the long term?”
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Galen: “I mean, I did emphasize the ‘short term’ for a reason.”
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"Um, Chief, can I ask a question?" Lillian asked, raising her right claws.

Arian couldn't help but notice something at this point. Whenever the Sandslash said the word, 'Chief', he couldn't help but notice an annoyed huff from Terran.

What's his problem? wondered the Riolu.

Oh, there’s history between those two. I can already tell. Even if I’m not sure what would make Terran so annoyed about Melchior’s present position in the Irian Guild.

"What about Hinnerk? And the Thorned Roses we rounded up?" she queried. "What about them?"

"...They are currently still locked behind bars," Melchior answered. "Nearly all of them resent their current circumstances. It's proven to be trying, keeping them in line. …On more than one occasion, some of the villagers wondered why we were keeping them alive. But I stood my ground. Mercenaries do not kill, even in circumstances like this. Thus, they remain living, but imprisoned.

[ ]

Of course…there is little doubt that they will attempt an escape at some point in the future. The volunteers have vowed to remain vigilant should they try such a thing,” he explained before trailing off. “I will also return to them in time once things have settled down a bit more, to see how things have progressed in Ozerograd.

[ ]


"That is all I have to say. You are dismissed."

Another spot where IMO, things should be broken up a bit more with interleaving description / glimpses into the cast’s thought process as Melchior is walking through all of this.

Though I have to wonder what the story is behind the evolution of mercenaries as a profession in Ardalion, since you’d think that “thou shalt not kill, for any reason” would be a bit of an unexpected development in a profession that if it used to be like IRL, used to wage war for hire.

The guild members took this as an opportunity to return to their respective areas: Aldebrand returned to the kitchen, along with Terran and Rhiannon while Galen went off to the dojo along with Team Mindfist. Raya made her way back to the infirmary, and Sifis to the mission boards, while Teams Sandstream and Anima returned to their dormitories, while Team Mindfist followed Galen to the dojo.

IMO, the ordering of this bit can be shuffled around a bit. e.x. if Galen is explicitly mentioned going off to the dojo and Team Mindfist is, too, you might as well mention it in the same breath with each other.

That left Team Elpis alone. Arian turned to Elvira, and was about to ask her what she wanted to do, but he was interrupted by Melchior calling out to them.

"Arian? Elvira? I wish to speak to the two of you. Would you come to the office?"

Elvira: “... Are we finally going to get answers about whatever happened out there with dad?”
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Melchior: “Er… well, I suppose the title of this chapter is pointing in that direction, yes.” ^^;

"...Of course," Elvira replied, and followed, with Arian doing the same. The latter saw her face light up in realisation, as if knowing what was to come. The Riolu realised it too, at that moment.

Is he going to tell us what happened to Elvira's dad?

I now have the opening refrain to the Malcolm in the Middle theme song stuck in my head, even if I’m pretty sure the answer is “yes, even if it might need to be dragged out of him”.

This thought struck a note of nervosity in Arian's heart. What does he know? If it's something that he's held off for this long, and the fact that Kallias still isn't here…A dark feeling grew in his chest. Please don't let the truth be what I think it is…

I mean, he’s not dead since otherwise Zenobia would’ve just been told as much at some point. Also, I got spoiled from text searching this story that Kallias is less dead than feared. Probably still isn’t really having a good time right now, though.

They entered the office. Looking around, Arian couldn't see any visible changes; it was the same office he had entered a few days prior with Aldebrand and Team Sandstream. This time, though, it was only him and Elvira, and the Guildmaster himself was here on this occasion. The Swampert sat down behind the desk, and Team Elpis took their places on the other side.

As they did this, Melchior took a breath, as if to calm his nerves. That was the greatest emotion exuding from the Swampert, as detected by Arian: nervousness and anxiety. Like we thought; he's afraid to tell the truth. Oh dear…This doesn't bode well…

Elvira: “... Melchior, you’re kinda freaking me out with the way you’re acting right now. Look, if something happened to dad, just tell me about it.”
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"...How are you two?" Melchior began. "I hear you are settling in well to life as mercenaries."

"...We are," Elvira answered. "We've done some missions throughout this week, and no major incidents have occurred. It hasn't been too difficult, and it's been nice to receive thanks from our clients. It really does feel like we're making a difference. Not to mention, Arian's been getting good experience for his moves and abilities."

"Yeah…"

That, Arian could certainly agree with Elvira’s last statement. Slowly but surely, he was gaining more knowledge on moves through field experience and reading about them, and was getting used to exploring Mystery Dungeons in the missions he and Elvira did. On the other hand, though…

"It hasn't been all smooth sailing, though. Remember what happened earlier this week?"

[ ]

"Are you still brooding over the Misdreavus?" Elvira said. "I told you already, Arian; I don't blame you for what happened. You were confused at the time. Don't get in a heap about it."

[ ] She turned to Melchior to explain.

"A wild Misdreavus used Confuse Ray on him during a mission earlier this week, and he accidentally attacked me in his confusion."

Another spot that IMO can be reshuffled a bit and broken up with some expansion. Though I do wonder if Arian’s bit in underlined can be stated a bit more explicitly instead of beating around the bush. e.x. Something like “Remember the Confuse Ray incident earlier this week?”

"Ah." Melchior nodded in understanding. "I've had that happen to me before. It happens to the best of us, Arian. I wouldn't fret about it if I were you."

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"...I suppose," Arian said, though it didn't fully erase his guilt over attacking his partner. To change the subject, he returned to the good parts of the week. "The Guild's been really kind and helpful to us, as well. They've given us all kinds of helpful advice for adventuring, and they've helped us feel right at home here in these new surroundings."

The bit in underlined IMO would work better getting worked into some sort of paragraph preceding the start of Arian’s dialogue. Especially if it’s shown more through his thought process instead of “told” to the readers.

"That's good to hear. So all is going well with the two of you, then," the Swampert summarised.

"Yes. It is," was Elvira's reply.

A silence passed. And quickly, it became an awkward one. Everyone in the room knew exactly what was to be discussed. And everyone knew the meaning of what it would be to have those details divulged. But given the sensitivity of those details…it was understandable that the unease in the room would be thick enough to cut with a knife.

I mean, do Arian and Elvira know those details given that they literally know nothing about Kallias’ present status right now? It might make sense to dwell more on that they know that this is going to be about Kallias and how they’re already expecting the worst with how evasive Mechior has been the whole time and with those “shame” vibes that Arian picked up from him a couple chapters ago or something like that.

"Melchior…" Eventually, it was Elvira who eventually spoke up. "...Why have you really called us here? It can't just be to ask how things are going with us, is it?"

"...It isn't," the Guildmaster admitted. "I haven't forgotten our conversations in Ozerograd about this. I said to you on both occasions that it wasn't the time to discuss it. But…I'm not going to put it off any longer. No more procrastinating. No more stalling. The more I keep doing it so, the more mistrust that will develop between the two of us, Elvira. And that's the last thing I want right now.

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"I’m ready to tell you about what happened on the day of your father's disappearance…I'm ready to tell it."

As we thought.

I notice for some reason that you have a number of sentences where you have a snippet that feels like it’d work very smoothly leading the sentence brought at the very end through a comma or some sort of ellipses or something like that. I’m not sure why that is, but it might make sense to do an aloud readthrough of some of these older chapters for “low hanging fruit” rephrasings like that.

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"Um…before we begin, can I ask something?" Arian queried, as a thought came to him. "Should I…be here? This is a delicate matter between you two, isn't it? I don't want to make things awkward…"

"You aren't making things awkward, Arian," Elvira promised. "We're a team, remember? We always look out for one another. If what happened turns out to be…a sad truth, I want there to give me some comfort if I need it. And besides…aren't you curious to figure out what happened to Dad?"

Arian: “I mean, yes. Isn’t this more than a little awkward to sit in on what’s a very private part of your life right now?” .-.
Elvira: “Oh trust me, I’ve had more than enough privacy these past few years. If this news is what I think it’s going to be, I’m going to need a shoulder to cry on.” :sadwott:

"...I am. But…this sort of feels like your thing. …How do you feel about it, Melchior?" Arian asked the Swampert.

[ ]

"I have no problem with you being here, Arian," Melchior answered. "My reasons are much the same as Elvira's: teams should be there for one another during moments like these, when uncomfortable truths have to be revealed. To shoulder one another's burdens is one of the many facets of working as a team."

So is that why Terran’s apparently a team of 1 in the guild? /s

[ ]

"...I see what you mean," the Riolu said in understanding. "So…what did happen to Elvira's dad? Or Fernblade Kallias, as everyone calls him?"

"..." Melchior paused, wondering where to begin. "In the aftermath of the assassination of Tsar Kliment and his family, Kallias and I, along with a number of other mercenaries, were outcasts following Mitrofan's seizure of power.

[ ]

It would go against our creed to support he someone who had murdered the royal family in cold blood. In response, he declared us outlaws, and bounties were put on all our heads."

Wait, is Melchior meant to have outed that Mitrofan was a part of the Irian Guild as part of this explanation? Or was his carefully worded explanation there deliberate? Since you would think that if the deet about “Mitrofan was one of us once” was coming out in front of Arian, that he’d have more reaction to it, since IIRC, he had never been informed of that prior to this point.

"...I remember that," Elvira said, her expression becoming bitter in remembrance. "Dad came home to us, holding a wanted poster of himself. He was desperate to move us out of the country, over to Miletos where we would be safe. But Mom wouldn't budge. She refused to go there, especially with me."

[ ]


"...Why would she do that?" Arian asked, confused. "Why wouldn't she go there?"

[ ]


"...I haven't told you about Miletos, have I?" Elvira said. "...I'll tell you another time, but the short version is that if I were to had moved to Miletos, then, when I was thirteen and full of aspirations back then, my dreams of becoming a mercenary would've been killed stone dead by the attitudes and traditions of the people there.

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“I was only thirteen back then and full of dreams and aspirations, which mom didn’t want to crush,” she said. “It might've been risky, staying here…but I can understand why Mom didn't want to move to Miletos.

Some suggested rephrasings here and there for this part. Though Elvira’s dreams of becoming a mercenary just would flatly have been impossible in Miletos, huh? What, is Miletos “woman, stay in the kitchen”-land? I mean, depending on how to-the-hilt you’re leaning on Ancient Greece for its inspiration, it wouldn’t exactly be unfitting...

Though I notice the very visible absence of ‘Dreselia’ as an alternative candidate for a place to run away to. Can’t tell if that’s just a reflection of relative geography from Iria or if there’s something about Dreselia that’s seriously wrong at the moment to the point where it and Alba are just firmly in the “nope nope nope” category for places for would-be Selenian refugees.

"I just wish Dad agreed with her." Sadness crept into her voice. "There was a lot of arguing between them about this whether or not to go. They got along so well as a couple and They rarely argued at all before that. …And then hearing them argue like they were the worst of enemies was heartbreaking.... it’s something I never want to experience that again…"

[ ]


"It's okay," assured Arian, giving her a comforting pat on the back. "It's in the past."

Yikes. That must’ve done quite the number on Elvira’s childhood. Being forced to pick up sticks and run for the boonies right on the verge of being able to follow in her father’s footsteps and having her own family life come crashing down as the rest of her surrounding world did? No wonder why she was in such a mood in the opening chapters of this story. [safwott]

"...Thanks, Arian," Elvira said, grateful for the support. "But Melchior," she asked, going back to the topic at hand. "What was all this about 'a secret mission'?"

That drew a sigh from the Swampert. "...Mitrofan was a good man before all of this. Stern, but reasonable, just, and right-minded. We just couldn’t understand what would compel him to kill the tsar and his family in so bloody such a brutal manner.”

[ ]

Kallias and I were both intent to find this out what had happened. We wanted to unearth the cause behind his sudden change in behaviour,” he explained. “We tracked down eyewitnesses to what he was doing prior to the assassination, and what might have happened to warp him. We found nothing definite…but suppositions of people seemed to lead us to the Empyrean Mountains. Thus…that was where we headed."

Simple, his love interest died and he snapped from grief with a subsequent spiral into nihilism. Time-tested narrative formula for taking a beloved paragon and turning him into a fallen hero.

"...Um, I have another question," piped up Arian. "Elvira, how did you know about their 'secret mission'?"

"Dad told me," Elvira elaborated. "Before he and Melchior left for that mission, he came back to see us, where he told us about their findings. He was annoyed he hadn't found anything substantial, but in his optimistic way, he held out hope that he would find something.”

A wistful look came into her eye. [ ]

“The next morning, after breakfast, he left for the mountains," A wistful look came into her eye. she said. "That…was the last time I saw him."

So did Mitrofan get his reclassing into a Full Metal Jaguar before or after the secret mission? :V

"Oh…I'm sorry to hear that," Arian offered, not sure what else to offer other than condolences.

"I met Kallias in Lukomoria," Melchior went on. "We began our trek up the mountains, to search for clues as to Mitrofan's sudden shift. But…something was off with Kallias. He mentioned having an ominous feeling of foreboding, as if something bad was going to happen.

[ ]

He couldn't place exactly why he felt that way, but…he was uneasy, even as we went into the mountains." He looked to the side, in regret. "...Maybe I should have taken that as an initiative to turn around and go home, even if he insisted otherwise. Especially given what happened next…"

"...What happened next?" Arian queried.

Rocks fell, probably with the help of Mitrofan, and everybody (aside from presumably Kallias and Melchior) died. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s where things are going at this rate. ^^;

"..." Melchior remained silent at first. His face was ridden with guilt and remorse, as he considered his answer. "...We were…heading for a village in the mountains, supposedly one by the name of Forynun.

[ ]

We had heard rumours that this fabled village existed high up in the mountains, and we hoped that it could yield the answers to our questions. If nothing else…at least it would be a good place to hide from Mitrofan's authority.

[ ]

"During that the trek over there... that was when it everything happened."

I’m just going to prep the ominous “fallen paragon encounter that leaves a bodycount behind” music in the background:

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbTf3moH72s


Five years ago…

"Do you really believe this Forynun place will hold the truth about what happened to Mitrofan?" Melchior asked, as he and Kallias made their way up a rocky gradient.

"...I don't, to be honest," admitted Kallias. "But we've come this far. Now's not the time to give up."

I mean, at least there apparently wasn’t anyone else who accompanied them, so there probably won’t be any onscreen deaths in this flashback? ^^;

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"...You don't have to keep doing this, Kallias," the Swampert said, worried for his partner. "If you're still uneasy about doing this…then we can always retreat and do this again. It's not we're under time pressure to find it."

"I'm fine," Kallias shrugged off. "It's probably just nerves playing at me. Everything will be fine. I just have to keep telling myself that. Really, Melchior, I'm okay."

Narrator: “It was not just nerves and he was not okay”

Melchior was about to ask, "Are you sure?" but chose to hold his tongue. That was the same question he'd asked over and over whenever the Sceptile's unease showed. It's not like him to be like this, he ruminated. …What if something does happen, like he fears? I'd much prefer to quit and go home, if something ominous is on the horizon…

Huh, so Melchior was the one who was losing his nerve at the moment of truth here. Yeah, I can already tell that this incident isn’t going to wind up reflecting well on him given his feelings of shame over its outcome.

They continued their hike up the mountains. They weren't high enough on the mountains that they were in snowy territory, and even if they were, they would be treading on dangerous ground. Specifically, because past a certain altitude, such terrain was forbidden to be in unless they had been granted special permission from the Church, for they classed the lands there as sacred to the Creator. That was something Special permission that even high-ranking nobles had difficulty obtaining. Special permission that Team Marshwood did not have, or many others for that matter. Even high-ranking nobles had difficulty obtaining permission.

Oh, so this mountain is basically Ardalion’s equivalent to Mount Coronet, huh? Since I remember what you mentioned in passing about the belief system of this setting, and if it’s specifically forbidden by the Church… well, it probably has something to do with it being the haunt of that Pokémon, huh?

Could Forynun be in that forbidden area? pondered Melchior. Mmm…I'm not fond of the idea of treading on religious ground. After becoming outcasts in Selenia, it would be a bad move to alienate the Eastern Alliance because we disobeyed the Church's protocol. Would it be worth it to find out Mitrofan's secret? Maybe not…but we'll see how far we can we reach go into the restricted area.

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Soon, they came to a noteworthy point. High rocky slopes lay to either side of them, and a dominating gorge lay before them, with a rope bridge across it. Below the bridge, in that ravine, lay a rushing, tempestuous river.

"A bridge?" noted Kallias. "Hmm…Who made it, I wonder? Where we are isn't exactly a well-travelled route. "

Members of that Church you mentioned a bit earlier. And I swear, if this Church turns out to be the Indoline Praetorium all over again…

"...Is it safe to cross?" Melchior looked down into the narrow valley, and immediately wished he didn't. "That's quite a drop…and that bridge doesn't exactly look the sturdiest."

"...Rope bridges never usually are," Kallias pointed out. "Not compared to stone bridges, anyway. …But it seems like it's the only way across. Besides…it's not like this is the first time over a rope bridge. Just don't look down and we'll be fine."

Narrator:
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"..." Melchior was about to protest, but realised what his partner said about there being no other way across was probably true. Given the sheer steepness of the gorge, and the remoteness and altitude of where they were, the chances of another bridge close by upstream or even downstream were slim at best. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the rope bridge in front of them was the best way across.

"...Very well." His tone suggested great unease. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to have wings like a Pidgeot to fly across with…"

Actually, that does make me wonder why they didn’t recruit a flier for this mission to hitch a ride on. Is there something about the weather such that attempting to fly up it or even around it is treacherous and a bad idea? Since you’d think that it’d have made things a lot easier for these two.

"We should only go across one at a time, so we don't put too much strain on the bridge. …I can go first, if you want," offered the Sceptile.

Oh, I’m beginning to see how Kallias wound up going missing here.

"No," Melchior denied. "I'll go. The sooner I cross, the sooner I won't have to worry about crossing it." He took a deep breath, and began to cross the bridge.

Kallias's statement was indeed true; the bridge showed signs of instability, with the odd creaks and groans here and there. The Swampert's unease held up, but he did his best to not look down, and with immense relief, he made it to the other side.


"Whew," he breathed. "Thank Arceus that's over."

Melchior: “Alright, Kallias. Now it’s your turn.”
Kallias: “... Melchior, are you sure that the bridge’s planks are still in good order? Since… uh… those were a lot of creaking noises you made on your way over.”
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Over at the other side, he saw Kallias begin his journey across. The Sceptile wasn't as tentative as Melchior, for he was not as frightened of heights as his partner was. He was careful, though, taking care not to shake the bridge too much, and he mostly succeeded, due to him being lighter than his partner.

He was soon halfway across the bridge. However…it was at that point that disaster struck.

Suddenly, without warning, the ground began to shake with a great and powerful force.

Well, I see that I was worried about the wrong thing entirely there. Not that it hasn’t been established that natural disasters have been occurring in Ardalion with increasing regularity, but I do wonder if this could’ve been foreshadowed with like a mention of feeling small tremors on the mountain earlier in this sequence or something like that.

"An earthquake?!" Melchior cried out in alarm. "Kallias, quick! Get off the bridge!"

"I'm trying!" Kallias called back. But the tremors were swaying the bridge greatly, making it difficult to advance steadily. That wasn't to say he didn't move forward; despite the fierce shaking, he managed to get to around three-quarters of the way across. He was nearly to the other side, and was about to rejoin his partner on solid ground.

However...fate had other plans.

Fate:
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Kallias + Melchior:
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On the other side that they had crossed from, the quakes had destabilised the rock slopes. With the shaking intensifying, the faces began to crumble, and heavy rocks began to fall down. A fast-moving rockslide occurred, and quickly blocked the path Melchior and Kallias had come up.

But that wasn't the worst of it. In its path of destruction… were the rope bridge's supports lay. And when those were quickly swept aside…the bridge had no point of anchorage for one of its sides, and subsequently gave out…while Kallias was still on it.

Melchior watched this in horror, realising what was about to happen.

I’m not really feeling that last paragraph since you mention the bridge giving out while Kallias is already on it. It might make sense to play up the “horrified feeling of helplessness” vibe a bit more instead. e.x. Something like:

All Melchior could do look on in horror, as Kallias began to fall.

Or something like that.

"No! Kallias!"

Worse still, he could do nothing. He couldn't jump in to save his partner - he was too far away to grasp hold of and bring him to solid ground. The only thing he would accomplish would be him joining his partner in the latter's precarious situation.

Kallias tried hard to jump to his partner on the other side. But the bridge had already given out from under him, and he couldn't manage such a move with no ground on which to stand. All he could do was twist about He was in freefall, and he plummeted into the river below.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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Well, not really since IIRC, Kallias is significantly less dead than presumed, but yeah. As far as anyone would reflexively know from just this information, he’d be very, very dead.

A piercing splash sounded, amid the rumblings of the earthquake. Melchior saw his partner disappear into the raging river below.

"No! It can't be! This can't be happening! Kallias! Kallias!"

Whelp, time to see the wonders™ this is going to do to Elvira’s mood right now.

"...No…" Elvira's eyes were wide, in disbelieving shock. "Please tell me it's not true…!"

"...I wish I could say otherwise," lamented Melchior. "But…that was the last time I saw Kallias, being swept away by that cascading river. And not just any river. The River Agrios…an infamous river that mostly flows through Miletos. A short river in its run to the sea, but a deadly one.

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They say if someone is swept away by its rapids, there's a high chance they'll never be seen again,” the Swampert said. “Multiple people I spoke to attested to this fact, and a number had known people whose lives had been claimed by the river."

I mean, at least it wasn’t the equivalent of the Strid where you will die if you fall into it? ^^;

IMO, the bit in underlined works better if you go from “general knowledge” to “personal anecdote”, since you’d think that the status of the Agrios as a dangerous river would be something that is general knowledge among those that live around the area with the “multiple people” angle focusing on their own losses to said river.

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"...Dad…" Tears entered Elvira's eyes. "...Dad's gone…? S-Swept away by a river...?"

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"...Hang on a minute, though," Arian said, not wanting to fully believe that all hope was lost. "Surely it's not impossible that Kallias survived? Surely not everyone who was swept away that river was lost forever?"

I mean, if the Agrios was just straight-up the Strid, then yeah, no. Kallias is just very, very dead. Fortunately, I’m pretty sure that it’s not at that tier, since Melchior was told that there was a high chance that they’ll never be seen again, which is a bit more survivable.

"...I thought that myself too, after what had happened," Melchior replied. "I refused to accept that Kallias was truly gone. But while I was lucky to be mostly unharmed by the earthquake, I was trapped by fallen rocks for some time. and It was took a good few hours before I could safely extricate myself from it, and go down to the river.

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I spent many days along that river, scouring for my partner all along it. I also visited nearby villages to gather potential witness accounts, he said. “[/b]But alas…I turned up no clues were unearthed regarding what became of Kallias.

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I've continued to search along the Agrios River in all the five years since Kallias disappeared, but still nothing. In truth, I want to believe my partner never perished in the river, and that he's still alive and well somewhere. But…" A grim look came into his eyes. "...Five years without evidence to this isn't a good sign."

Another paragraph that IMO works better cut into a couple smaller pieces.

"Oh…" A crestfallen expression flashed across Arian's face.

"...So that was why you said he was 'missing', when you came to inform us about him," Elvira said, emotion filling her voice. "You never truly believed he was gone. …But why, Melchior?

Tears came in greater quantities now, and the Treecko began to audibly sob.

Why did you keep what happened to yourself?!” she cried. “Mom and I…we were worried to no end about what happened to Dad! We deserved to know!" Tears came in greater quantities now, and the Treecko began to audibly sob.

Because he was dreading this moment and desperately wanted to hold out hope that there would be some way of avoiding it? It’s not that uncommon of a motivation for avoiding uncomfortable truths in fiction, Elvira.

Melchior flinched at the look of hurt in her eyes. "I…didn't have the nerve to speak the truth. I was a coward, and couldn't work up the courage to inform you of what really happened and to face a truth that hurt me more than anything.

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The truth that I wasn't able to save Kallias…That hurt me more than anything. That at a the time when my partner needed my help more than any other time the most…I couldn't help him. I wasn't able to help him. That as his mercenary partner…I failed him.

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And subsequently, I have failed you, Elvira, for not keeping your father safe." He bowed his head in sorrow. "I'm sorry…No amount of apologies I give you will ever be enough…"

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Yeah, that was painful to read. No wonder Melchior was giving off those ‘ashamed’ vibes in Chapter 10.

"..." Elvira had no words for him; she only just continued her sobbing to sob [ ].

"...There, there, Elvira," Arian comforted, patting her on the back. His attention then turned to Melchior. "...Is that why you were nervous about confessing? Were you afraid Elvira would shut you out because you couldn't save her dad?"

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"...Yes," Melchior admitted. "And I wholly regret not plucking up courage sooner to tell you the full story. I made a grave mistake, and I can't apologise enough for it. But…that's why I want to work together with you now, to make up for my previous failures. If I couldn't save Kallias, I can at least keep his daughter safe."

I… am not remotely convinced that Elvira is just going to turn around and accept this since this was a big thing to hide from her and Zenobia, but…

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"...Elvira, don't shut him out," Arian recommended, his voice soft in recognition of his partner's fragile state. "I'll agree he didn't handle the whole admitting the truth business well. …But he's the best ally we have right now. Surely you can forgive him for this?

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“I know that this is hard and that it hurts…but if you don't, things will only become awkward between the two of you. It'll get worse the longer you leave it, just like with what Melchior had to deal with."

It probably makes sense to show Elvira more explicitly turning away or putting up apparent resistance to talking / interacting with Melchior here. Like I think that was the intent of this moment based off Arian’s dialogue, but it vibes very differently if it seems like Arian is just volunteering this while Elvira’s still crying to herself and not yet consoled.

The Treecko didn't reply immediately. Given how shocking the revelation had been for her, it took some time before she was in a state to utter a reply.

"...I suppose," she eventually said softly, her voice shaky after her crying. Once she had composed herself enough through breaths and clearing her throat, she began again. "...My grievance is The main thing that I’m upset with is more about how you withheld this, Melchior.

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I'm not mad that you weren't able to save Dad. By the sound of it, you couldn't do anything, given the circumstances. But you are still Dad's partner, and something like an uncle figure to me.

[ ]

I can forgive you, Melchior. Just…promise me you won't keep such a great secret from me again. …Please?"

"...I promise," pledged Melchior. "You have my word."

Elvira’s paragraph feels big enough that it probably makes sense to break up into pieces, especially since she’s coming to terms with a big reveal and in the process of actively sorting out her feelings right about now.

[ ]

"...Thank you."

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"Oh, but ... While we're on the subject of secrets…I'd like to ask you something, Arian." The Swampert's gaze fell on the Riolu. "Is it true what I was told about you by Aldebrand? That you claim to be a human?"

This bit feels like it could use some interleaving description to sell the sense of pauses of time, since otherwise this leads to a kinda hilariously thoughtless vibe where Melchior is bringing up “so, about you being human” like two seconds after Elvira thanks Melchior for promising not to hide things from her in the future.

"...Yes, that's true," Arian confirmed. "I know it sounds hard to believe, but…"

"It's alright, Arian," assured the Guildmaster. "I don't think any less of you for it. I admit it is a strange claim to make, but I can see that you are a just person with morals in the right place. That's enough to see you as a good man in my books. …Regardless, I understand your reservations about being called a human, and I'll keep it to myself."

"Thanks, Melchior," the Riolu said gratefully.

Arian: “... Even if I feel as if this is proooobably a bit of an awkward time to be encouraging you to keep more secrets right now.”
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"It is no problem, Arian. …And continuing with secrets…there is something I need to be honest about. But I'd rather not say it to everyone for fear of harming the Guild’s morale loss. ...Can I trust you two to keep this quiet?"

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Melchior, did we not just get through a whole spiel about how keeping hurtful secrets was a bad thing? Like I get it, but still.

"...Of course, Melchior," Elvira promised. "What do you want to say?"

"...When Hinnerk said that I was hiding Kallias away to unleash him at a time of uprising…I wish he was correct. I'd love nothing more than Kallias to be here, and able to help me with running and building up the Guild.

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Without him…I don't feel as confident going forward. Of the two of us, he was the more proactive, dynamic one, whereas I was seen as the one who kept him grounded and down-to-earth. He was always grateful for that, but…” he trailed off, before shaking his head. “The truth is that he gave me the confidence to keep him in check. I'm indebted to him for that. He was the greater half of the whole that was Team Marshwood…and without him, I fear that people will be able to see that fact for themselves that fact."

Arian: “Do you have any idea of how unhealthy of a dynamic this sounds right now?”
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Melchior: “I do, yes. But at the same time, I know the Guild’s not in the right place to be able to handle dealing with this right now…”
Arian: “(Is it ever going to be ready like this?)” .-.

"No, Melchior," Elvira denied. "That's not true. You're still incredibly capable in your own right!"

"...Indeed. I've done my best to try and fight as a lone unit in the past while, as opposed to what I've been doing all of these years. But…it's not the same as fighting with my partner," Melchior said with a downcastly sigh. "We built quite a reputation, the two of us. But Kallias's disappearance has left a great hole in my heart, and thus it's only now that I've come out of the woodwork, alone.

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And now people may well be expecting me to head a revolutionary movement to overthrow Mitrofan…" He shook his head in dismay. "The Guild, I can handle. But a figurehead of rebellion? …The thought makes me uncomfortable, to say the least."

Another paragraph where things feel like they work better split. Though I wonder if Melchior being forced to grow into a more self-confident and independent leader is going to be a character arc for him. Since as touching as his continued loyalty and fealty to Kallias after his apparent death is… yeah, there is no way that this dynamic isn’t going to ultimately cause problems in the long run.

"...I get it. That can't be an easy thing to have weighing on your mind," Arian sympathised. "...But we'll still stick by your side, Melchior, whatever ends up happening. Won't we, Elvira?" he asked his partner.

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"...Yes. It's what Dad would want, if he were here," Elvira seconded. "He would want us to work together. And he'd also want you to keep on going without him, Melchior. …If it's any consolation, I doubt Dad would be comfortable either, if he was in your shoes."

I’m now genuinely curious as to how Kallias would’ve taken being separated from Melchior and thinking that he died. Since given how rocky things got between him and Zenobia just before he fell off that bridge… he kinda gives off a vibe of being more brittle under pressure than one would expect from a Grandmaster Mercenary.

"...No, indeed," agreed the Swampert. "...Thank you both, for hearing me out. Those were some worries I wanted to get off my chest. But please, like I said, keep it under wraps."

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"Don't worry, Melchior. Your secret's safe with us," promised the Treecko.

I’m honestly surprised that Melchior didn’t have to put up more of a fight / argument to get Arian and Elvira to come around to the idea of “yeah, I know that keeping secrets from you was a bad thing and caused problems, but the Guild very genuinely is not ready to deal with this right now”. Since I was honestly expecting Elvira at the very least to be a bit more opinionated given that this topic would presumably hit a bit close to home.

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"...You're a good pair, the both of you," Melchior praised. "In fact, given the good work you've done this week, and even prior to joining the Guild…I think the two of you should be promoted to Bronze Rank."

"Really?" Arian's ears pricked in surprise. "Already?"

"Yes. You two deserve it, given what you've accomplished. And usually, it doesn't take a long time for new mercenary teams to climb up to Bronze Rank,” Melchior insisted. “It's perfectly attainable for newcomers; it's not surprising you've earned it this early.[/s] It certainly didn't take Kallias and I long to earn Bronze Rank after we became a team together. And we definitely didn't do as great a service as to dethrone a gang leader like Hinnerk before even joining a Guild to earn it. You've definitely earned the promotion."

Melchior’s dialogue in this block has a couple snippets of redundant dialogue. I attempted to strip them out into a dialogue that focuses on the core of the point that he’s making.

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"...Wow. Thanks, I guess," the Riolu replied. "So…what does that mean for us now?"

"It means greater rewards for the missions we complete," Elvira explained. "Also, we'll be deemed capable of taking on tougher missions, which are worth more in terms of money. …Do keep in mind, though, that climbing the ranks will be harder from here on out. It'll take a lot more effort to get us to Silver Rank."

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"No problem," Arian waved off. "That's nothing we can't handle, the two of us."

Famous last words. Since… yeah, Guild ranks don’t exactly scale linearly in the games, and that’s before factoring your present status as Outlaws in Selenia.

"And I have no doubt you'll reach that point before long," Melchior predicted. "...But before I let you go…there's one more thing I have to give the two of you." He got up, and went over to where an adventurer's bag, presumably his, lay. He dug into it, and pulled out two items that made Elvira gasp in shock.

Specifically…two items of fabric, one blue and one green.

"...What are those?" Arian squinted to look. "Are they…scarves?"

Oh, so that’s why these two look the way they do on your cover art. I was wondering where that color combination came from.

"They are, indeed," Melchior confirmed. "Both of them were knitted by your mother, Elvira. She wanted to give them to the both of you."

"...Mom…knitted them?"

"She did. Just as she did for the two of us, back in the day," he reminisced. "...We loved them. They gave us a new look that we liked, and nearly everyone complimented us on them. …You two would benefit from a similar look, I feel.

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…Oh, and on that note, I already told your mother about what happened to Kallias,” Melchior explained. “…She was sympathetic, saying it wasn't my fault and that Kallias wouldn't blame me for what happened.

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…He was lucky to have someone like her by his side…as are you, Elvira."

Melchior’s line feels like it is really a few separate lines separated by pauses. Though I see that Kallias and Melchior back in the day had a color pattern for their scarves that directly echoed the one that Arian and Elvira presently have with each other. Neat parallelism there, though it makes me wonder how deep it will extend and how much these two will be forced to chart their own path as mercenaries.

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"...She's so kind…" Elvira sounded like she was about to cry again. "...Oh, Mom, thanks so much…"

"Here's yours." Melchior gave her the blue scarf. "And here's yours, Arian." He gave the Riolu the green scarf.

Arian: “Wait, so aren’t we supposed to get to pick these out, or…?”
Elvira: “I mean, the alternative combination does kinda awkwardly blend into our bodies’ main colors, so…” ^^;

"...This is pretty nice," Arian complimented, liking the feel of the garment. "I'll try it on later."

"...What about your scarf, Melchior?" Elvira asked. "Where is it? Why aren't you wearing it?"

"...I still have it," the Swampert replied. "…As you recall, it was green, to represent the bond between Kallias and I.

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…However, it doesn't feel right to wear it, not when he's not by my side. That's why I simply haven't donned it,” he explained. “But…a day may come when I put it on again. Maybe if I need him to give me strength for a tough battle…I'll wear it once more.

Yeah, I knew it. Just waiting for that point sometime off in the to-be-determined future where we get confirmation that Kallias has/had a blue scarf as part of his getup.

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"He still has a strong influence, that man. …I do hope, one day, I can see the face of my partner once again…No matter how slim the chances, I…still hold out hope that he's out there somewhere…"

Whelp, we’ll see whether or not those hopes pan out or not. I’m pretty sure they will, but…

"...Maybe so," Elvira said, a small tinge of hope in her voice. "...But let's not forget what we just said. He'd want us to continue on without him."

"Of course," accepted the Guildmaster. "...Well then. I believe that's all I have to say to you for now. It should be near dinnertime. I'm beginning to get hungry. Are you?"

"...Yeah," answered Arian, suddenly realising the growing empty feeling in his stomach. "I could do with some grub."

And thus, Arian went another day dodging that nasty stomach bug he’s due to come down with at some point in the future.

"Well, let's head, then," Melchior suggested. "If it's Aldebrand cooking, it's never a meal you want to miss. And I've missed enough of his meals this past week."

And with that, the three left the office to head for the mess hall. Mixed emotions raged in all their hearts, but all three were willing to look on the bright side of things. In a world of adversity and hardship, when mishaps had occurred…it was the least they could do.

For that It was something their absent comrade would want of wish for them. What happened to him, they knew not…but two of them did have a good feeling as to what he would want.

And keeping an optimistic view was most certainly one of them.

Not really feeling the repetition of “want” in the third paragraph, but this is a pretty touching ending to a chapter that was getting pretty heavy towards the end.

Alright, putting this one together took a while since this was a bit of a chunky chapter, so in the interest of not forcing you to drill through the full line-by-line until you have the time to properly do so, it’s time for the recap:

Starting off with the highlights, but the main draw of this chapter was simply getting to see the dived into in a bit more depth. Team Anima’s introduction was fun, and it was nice to finally see Team Mindfist, even if I wish we had gotten to see a bit more of them. Axel’s parents also seemed like fun characters and I hope we get to see more of them. I also wasn’t expecting Melchior to have as big of a deal with imposter syndrome as he turns out to in this story, but it makes sense, especially with what he presumes happened to his teammate.

The big reveal regarding Kallias’ apparent fate was also pretty well-done, since some parts of it made me wince to read them, which I presume was kinda the point, so good job there. The worldbuilding is also on point as usual, and shows us glimpses of a big world that I’m dying to see more of. Especially those teases regarding Miletos and this Church kicking around in the setting, and to find out what’s going on with this corner of Selenia such that it has so many (apparent) Albans chilling around.

And now it’s time to get to the stuff that I wasn’t so hot about. In general, this chapter had the same issues that I had pointed out in prior chapters up to this point are also here, especially with parts where I thought the description was a little too bare-bones or else some things were a bit too “told” and not “shown” with regard to the description that was there. Though I already expended quite a few words on those in the past, so in the interest of not getting too broken record about things, I’ll focus my explicit critiques more on stuff that distinctly stood out to me this chapter:

It might make sense to do an aloud readthrough to iron out the “low-hanging fruit” of awkwardly-phrased or repetitive / redundant lines. A lot of them are things that strike me as fairly easy fixes that would become apparent with even a casual stepthrough. I also thought that the length is long enough to the point that things drug a bit. Like it’s not so much that the chapter is 12,000 words and more that the events that it covers probably are a lot denser than what it presently has. For example, if you dropped in further description, this chapter would likely easily balloon past 15,000 words in length, which is around the territory where a lot of readers’ patience starts to flag and you’re usually better off starting to seriously consider dividing things up. Narratively, you even have a fairly convenient splitting point to turn this chapter into two halves: everything up to the part where Melchior pulls Team Elpis aside for the fateful reveal, and everything after where he actually shares the backstory. Both of which feel like they'd make for pretty self-contained chapters.

As for the big structural issue that I saw with this chapter, something about the Mystery Dungeon sequence felt like it was missing something to tie things in more towards the characters and their progression. Like yeah, I get it that it’s Team Elpis first proper guild mission and that they did actually learn a few things plus got introduced to the characters, but it feels a bit thematically detached from the rest of the chapter’s events. Which is probably why a few of your prior reviews apparently considered that sequence to be “filler”.

Like given the whole shtick about uncomfortable truths and given how the mission involves Axel’s mother, maybe it’d make sense to lean into that a bit harder. Like as a throwaway suggestion, consider if Sifis deliberately steered Arian and Elvira to take the mission since he’s in a hurry to get anyone to help Axel’s mother, Team Elpis puts two and two together and weighs whether or not to be candid with Axel about what’s going on or something like that, right before they’re about to get an awful truth dump on them from Melchior. Dunno, just thinking out loud, but there is an X-factor about Team Elpis’ MD crawl that makes it feel detached from the rest of the chapter’s plot even if meta-wise, I realize that it’s important enough that it likely can’t just be cut from the plot entirely.

Well, that was an awful lot of words all in one review. But I guess I just wanted to say that I had fun with things. I mean, I had a fair number of criticisms to throw around, some of which cover issues that are easy fixes, some less so, but the fundamental core of this story and its world and characters are as genuinely engaging as they’ve always been so far.

Hope the feedback was fun to go through @Arukona , and I’ll be looking forward to coming back to this story in the future.
 

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Heya, I know I’ve kept you waiting, but dropping in for that prize review you picked up from me from PMDiner’s review event. Thus far, I’ve been having a pretty good time with your story even if my reviews are sometimes a bit thick on the criticism, so let’s just jump right in and see where things go from the ending note last time:

Chapter 13

"No, Kallias. I won't do it."

"But Zenobia, don't you realise what this means? You and Elvira…you're in just as in much danger as I am. More so, if anything. If Mitrofan truly has gone off the deep end…then you could well be prime targets for him, just because you're related to me. It's exactly what cruel leaders do in a time like this."

Just going to go ahead and get it out of the way and otherwise not harp too much on the lack of non-dialogue content in this scene, but I personally feel that it’d have made sense to do these flashbacks in more of a format that would’ve provided more description of stuff that was happening such as the setting context and stuff going on. Especially if there’s stuff like fires burning in the background or sounds of destruction from ongoing raids somewhere off in the distance or something like that.

"I know, Kallias. …But I'm not going to Miletos. End of story."

"...Will nothing convince you to change your mind? What about Elvira? What about her? Don't you care for your own daughter's wellbeing?"

"...All the more reason not to go to Miletos. Elvira, with the likes of them? I won't have it. I will not leave Elvira's fate in the hands of people like them."

Yeeeeeah, I’d frankly be more surprised if Miletos (and probably Dreselia) weren’t “hates women”-land. It’d certainly be on-brand for them if you’re raiding history for inspiration and it’d explain a lot for why Zenobia is utterly terrified of Elvira growing up there.


"Come on, Zen. You know there's many people in Miletos who don't think like that. That's the whole reason you were even able to come with me and leave your old life behind. If we didn't have the backing of people like that on our side, you and I would never be where we are now."

Oh, so Zenobia is also from Miletos herself, huh? I didn’t see that one coming, though perhaps I should’ve since if she was disenchanted enough to leave the place to begin with, she’d obviously really, really not want to go back if at all possible.


"...Maybe. But I still think it was more your influence that had a say in things. Those attitudes in Miletos still haven't gone away and they won't go away anytime soon. I don't want to imagine the ways in which they'll try and suppress Elvira's ambitions. The amount of freedoms they'll cut strip away from her…

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And more to the point, we don't know how long this would even be for. A month? A year? …Will Elvira have to spend her teen years in a land of prejudiced against her and endless curtailment where she’ll never be able to chase her dreams?

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I'm sorry, Kallias, but as her mother, I can't agree to this."

Zenobia’s dialogue here reads as if it ought to be multiple paragraphs even if you stick with this “disembodied dialogue” format. One way of getting around it might be to split it into paragraphs and link them with ellipses or something like that. Though made some suggested phrasing tweaks to the middle part, since it felt a bit similar to the early part.


"Well, what about one of the other countries? Dresilia? Alba? There's surely people who would be willing to look after you."

"...Dresilia is too alike to Miletos in its philosophy. Not as restrictive, but…I wouldn't be comfortable living there. And Alba's climate is unsuitable for someone like me with Dry Skin. Besides…think about Elvira. She's built up a great circle of friends here in Ozerograd, and isn't plagued by any kind of worries. As such, she has healthy aspirations, encouraged by you and the people around her. You would strip that away from her and kill her dreams stone dead? The people of Miletos would never approve of someone like her!"

I think the underlined bit of Zenobia’s argument doesn’t quite work since Kallias has explicitly moved the point of consideration to “well, what about options B and C?” as opposed to focusing only on Miletos. It might make sense to emphasize more of an argument of “this is where we belong and at least we don’t have to face these problems alone”.

Though I’m just now realizing that earlier on that the entire reason why Kallias likely suggested going to Miletos is because unlike the other nations in Ardalion, Zenobia actually knows the lay of the land and its culture whereas they’d more or less be going in blind on one of the other two. I wonder if that should’ve been played up a bit more earlier on in this scene.

"That's not the point, Zenobia! If she stays here, there may well just be as equal a chance that she won’t get to chase her dreams may be killed stone dead, as you say! There's no Guild to begin with! All mercenaries have been declared as outlaws in Selenia. If Elvira follows in her dreams, the only place she'll end up going to is her grave! It's not safe here for the two of you! You must flee!"

Okay, so I’m guessing that the choice to not openly state that Miletos is misogyny-land is probably a deliberate meta choice for the big reveal whenever the gang goes there and Elvira promptly gets slapped in the face by it, but I wonder if it should’ve just been outright stated that Elvira either wouldn’t be able to become a mercenary in Miletos or else struggle to become one, since it makes the reason of why Elvira’s dreams would be impossible to realize more concrete while still being ambiguous as to the specific cause. (Since Miletos was also mentioned in passing as being a place where inhabitants commonly looked down on westerners as barbarians.)

"We do not know yet what will happen, Kallias! That might well be an overreaction, if we move now! Given what Miletos is like, we could well be jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire!"

Yeeeeeeah, that statement didn’t age well at all considering what became of Ozerograd. Though at least Kallias’ fears of Mitrofan coming around to knock off his family didn’t pan out? ^^;

"You would not be doing that, Zenobia, literally anywhere other than here would be safer for you and Elvira! I'm telling you, Melchior and I personally met with Mitrofan, and it's like he's a completely different man from who he once was! For us mercs to be hunted down like fugitives…how long will it be before he decides to hunt you and Elvira down?

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You could be killed, or worse! Yes, worse! Kidnapping you and Elvira, and using the two of you as hostages to force me to do evil - that's a very real possibility! I wouldn't put it past him Mitrofan! …No, not him. Not Mitrofan. That…monster that my friend has now become.

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…How could this have happened? Why would my good friend do this…? He, who had the upstanding morals he did…how could he have killed the tsar and his family, burned down the Guild, and declared all of us outlaws? …Why? Just why?"

His love interest abruptly died, he snapped, and then got invited over to the dark side by a powerful benefactor? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen that happen in fiction, and I’m honestly getting the vibe that that something like that happened to Mitrofan given that I’ve heard through the grapevine that he used to have a missus and now he doesn’t.
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Though this feels like another spot where you have multiple paragraphs’ worth of dialogue is all happening in one.

"...Oh, Kallias…come here. You've been through a lot…Just let it all out. I'm here for you."

"...*sniff*...Damn it! Damn it all! Why did this have to happen?! Why?!"

The sound of anguished crying was all that could be heard after that.

Oh, so there is description in this scene after all. Or at least one paragraph of it, anyways. Though yeah, this kinda goes hand-in-hand with how I felt that it’d have been better meta-wise to handle this flashback sequence with a bit more described setting and action happening.

"No!"

Elvira's eyes shot open in alarm. Her heart was beating speedily in panic, and she found herself breathing rapidly. But when she saw the stone ceiling of the caves she had become used to over the past while, relief came over her.

Phew. Just a dream. I'm not living in that time anymore. Just…bad memories. That's all they are. Quickly, she closed her eyes again, and tried to get back to sleep.

Wait, so that conversation was something that Elvira overheard when she was younger? If so, I kinda wonder if it’d have made sense for the last scene to more explicitly lean on it being from Elvira’s perspective. e.x. if she remembers sneaking out from her room and going down the stairs to listen in and being shocked at hearing her parents arguing / daddy sounding obviously scared from his tone of voice / daddy saying that Mitrofan’s turned into a monster and isn’t the Aggron she used to know.

Since, yeah. It wasn’t clear to me at all that that was meant to be from Elvira’s perspective up to this point.

But to her annoyance, sleep never came. As thoughts did in these situations… Her thoughts they saw to it that her sleep was kept at bay, as they tended to in these situations… And so Elvira was forced to remember those times once more.

Turbulence…uncertainty…what a time that was. And what I wouldn't give to forget they ever happened. I really don't want to live through that again…Mom and Dad never argued like that. And then Dad…he…

She winced, remembering her father's anguished pleas.

I… kinda wonder if the underlined would work better with some minor anecdotes either brought up here or in Elvira’s nightmare flashback sequence. Since we get a lot of “what a time that was” but only really got to see one argument between Kallias and Zenobia. Like what are her major memories of the time right before and around the fateful back and forth she remembers from her dreams.

He really must've been in turmoil emotionally. It must have been sickening, seeing one of his best friends and companions turn into someone so ruthless and murderous. And then to disappear, just like that, without seeing being able to see that loose end tied up…Poor Dad. Poor, poor Dad…

Some phrasing tweaks there. Though I wonder if the “disappear” bit should be framed more from the perspective of his mission to try and make things right fail, since from Kallias’ perspective he hasn’t disappeared, even if he presumably would be in a state where if he’s still alive he has the burden of knowing that his attempt to stop Mitrofan failed and he’s unable to do anything about it for whatever reason.

Elvira laid there for the next while, staring at the ceiling. She was unsure of what time it was, nor did she really find herself caring to know that fact. Thoughts of pity and mourning for Kallias went through her mind, and also thoughts of what was said that night did the same.

Should we have listened to Dad? Should we have left Ozerograd? Even if it meant going back to Miletos for Mom…would it have been for the best? Especially given what came after…

Memories of Hinnerk, Mikhail and various Thorned Roses came into her head.

Would it have been better to flee before we became ensnared by their thorns?

I kinda feel like the bit in underlined makes sense to expand on in a bit more detail. Since you’d think that if Zenobia ever stopped to explain why going to Miletos was a terrible idea from her perspective, that the years in Ozerograd before she and Arian kicked over Hinnerk really, really sucked. If so, it might’ve made sense to give a few anecdotes / specific memories of Hinnerk’s rule that stuck with her to drive home that sense of “maybe it’d have been better to go to Misogyny Land Miletos after all”.


Her mind preoccupied herself with similar questions like this. She never went back to sleep, but endlessly debated the scenario in her head, wondering what could have been. Despondence crept over her, and she admittedly felt like crying at times, but she resisted the tears, fearing she'd wake up her partner, who was sound asleep in his own bed.

Elvira: “... Arian’s whole ‘feeling sensitivity’ thing or whatever that is doesn’t work in his sleep, does it? Since boy is this going to be awkward to explain to him.”
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Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of contemplation, Elvira heard stirring from that direction. Looking over, she saw Arian let out a yawn, and rub the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over at her, and saw she was awake.

"Morning, Elvira," he began.

"...Morning," the Treecko muttered, unable to muster any kind of enthusiasm.

Forget enthusiasm, how on earth is Elvira not visibly shambolic right now given that she apparently went the entire night without proper sleep from nightmares and lingering depressive episodes?
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"...Is something wrong?" As always, the Riolu was quick to notice this her moods and a flash of realization came over him.

"...Oh, wait. You don't need to tell me. Is it to do with last night?"

"...Yes," she answered. Might as well tell him the whole truth. "I had a bit of a flashback last night, and…it woke me up."

Arian: “Um… is it something that you want to talk about, or…?”
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"A flashback? Do you mean…like a nightmare?" Arian presumed, judging from her gloominess.

"A nightmare of sorts Sort of," confirmed Elvira. "Except it wasn't in a way, because it was exactly what happened on a night five years ago, my memories of the night when Dad came home five years ago. Right after Tsar Kliment was killed."

And there’s our first namedrop of Mitrofan’s predecessor that he violently liberated from existence.

Arian: “Um… do you get these often? Since I swear I didn’t remember you having nightmares like these earlier in the story.” .-.

"Hmm…" Arian thought back to what had been divulged their meeting last night where Melchior told them about Kallias’ fate. As he mulled it over, one detail stuck out to him.

"Didn't you say your parents argued about leaving Selenia? 'Like the worst of enemies,' you said."

Arian: “Since that flashback didn’t really sound all that heated, just saying.” ^^;

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"Did I say that? …That wording might've been a bit strong, now that I think about it," Elvira self-repudiated murmured. "But…Mom and Dad did argue about it. And…I admit that I may have listened in on what they were saying."

Oh, so she really did listen in on them from the stairs, huh? Though it might have made sense to describe a bit more of Elvira’s reaction before diving into this point.

"...Oh." Arian's eyes widened in realisation. "Oh no…Let me guess. You heard things you shouldn't have?"

Oh, so Arian literally has a
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face, huh? :P

"...I did. I shouldn't have, but curiosity got the better of me. And so I listened in to try and hear what they were saying…"

And so Elvira told him all of what she recalled from the flashback. Arian listened intently, wishing to be a voice for his partner's woes when she was done. What he was hearing, though, he found it impossible to not feel sympathy for what she had been listening to. Who wouldn't feel for her? Only the heartless, that's who.

I’m not really feeling that second paragraph since it at once feels too “tell”-y and a bit too similar to the part where we actually got to see this unfold. I’m admittedly not fully sure how I’d suggest tweaking it, though. Maybe it’d make sense to retool it to focus more on Arian’s reactions and thought process a bit more?

"Then the arguing died down. And then Dad…he…for the first time that I can remember, Dad was actively crying at all that was happening. …I've never seen him like that before. He was always the one that would cheer me up on days when I was off form. He was always this source of endless optimism; no matter how bad the situation was, he would never fail to find a way out. That's why I admired him so much, not just as a mercenary, but as a person. Problems simply seemed to melt before him. …To see even him broken down by all of what was happening…that only made the situation more hopeless. And hearing that my lifelong ambition now had a slim chance of coming to fruition?" Elvira looked down in despondence. "...Now that I think back on it, that might've been the moment my hesitation about becoming a mercenary began. And it stayed with me for five long years…"

I wonder if this paragraph can be cut up a bit and slimmed down, since I feel like we’re reiterating a couple points here in Elvira’s dialogue. Consider something like:

”When the argument finally ended, dad was crying. I’d never seen him cry before that night,” Elvira said. “He was always the one that would cheer me up on days when I was off form. And he was always this source of endless optimism—no matter how bad the situation was, he would never fail to find a way out.”

Elvira let her eyes drift towards the floor. Even without that ‘aura’ sense, Arian could already feel the despondence roll off her in waves.

“Hearing him like that just made me feel so small and alone,” she said. “To hear my own dad, this legendary mercenary that everyone looked up to, just give up like that and talk about making me abandon my dreams because things were that hopeless…”

She trailed off and looked away, keeping her eyes away from her teammate’s gaze.

"...Now that I think back on it, that might've been the moment where I first grew hesitant about becoming a mercenary. And it stayed with me for five long years…"

Or something like that, anyways. There’s definitely more than one way of approaching reworking this section into smaller chunks.

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"Well, that rot's ended now, hasn't it?" Arian reminded. "You're a mercenary now, in the Irian Guild. You got there in the end."

"I know. But…it's about Dad as well. He always gave me confidence and encouragement when I talked about wanting to become a mercenary. I loved him so much…" She gave a long, sad sigh. "I just wish my last days with Dad were…happier than what actually went down were."

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"Oh, Elvira…I'm so sorry you had to go through all that," Arian consoled her. "I know everyone's said it a million times already, but I don't think it can be said enough times. You didn't deserve a loss like that." He opened his arms. "Here. You need a hug."

That hurt to read. A lot.
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Though I kinda wonder if taking a moment to show off the characters’ reactions and thought processes would be in order, especially for getting into Arian’s head and showing how he’s processing all this as it’s playing out.

Before Elvira could react, the Riolu wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. The Treecko was initially taken aback by the move, but accepted it nonetheless. She recognised his want to help her, and she appreciated the comfort that he gave she needed it. It was unusual, being hugged so emotionally by someone who she'd only known for a week and a half and who wasn't related to her at all.

Something about this feels very “told” at the moment. I realize that this is a story with an omniscient narrator, but it might make sense to lean on Elvira’s thought process and mood a bit more than what you’re presently doing. e.x. as a throwaway example of what that might look like:

Before Elvira could react, the Riolu wrapped his arms around her in a comforting gesture. She stiffened up and sucked her breath in with a start, but didn’t say anything to stop him. Arian clearly wanted to help her, and even if it surprised her, she couldn’t say she didn’t appreciated the comfort that he gave. It was unusual, being hugged so emotionally by someone who she'd only known for a week and a half and who wasn't related to her at all.

Food for thought, anyways.

But he didn't have to be. This was Arian, her mercenary partner. And mercenary teams always looked out for one another, whether in battle or in moments of emotional strife. She could see he was fulfilling the latter side of things quite well.

Arian: “... Didn’t we get through a whole spiel last chapter where Melchior told us that he was wracked by guilt over not being there for your dad when he needed him most?” ^^;
Elvira: “Arian, don’t ruin the moment.” >_>;

…But perhaps a little too well. After a while, she found his embrace to be rather suffocating, and his tight grip was robbing her of air.

"...Arian," she breathed, trying to communicate that she wanted out.

Kek. Well, I suppose it would be on-brand for Fighting-types to be able to give some crushing bear hugs.
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"...Oh! Sorry," apologised Arian, realising what she wanted, and released her from his hug at once. "I didn't mean to do that…"

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"It's fine," assured Elvira. "...Arian? Can I ask you an honest question?"

"...Sure. What is it?"

This seems like a moment where it might have made sense to show off some reaction or body language from Elvira’s part. e.x. taking a moment to shake feeling back into her body or something.

"...Do you think Dad was right? Should Mom and I have evacuated Selenia five years ago? Especially given what happened to Ozerograd right after…was it the right decision to stay put? Should we have gone to Miletos instead? …I know you're maybe not the best person to ask, but…I need a second opinion on this. More than anything…"

Arian: “Er… was it established that I even know anything about Miletos in this story so far? Also, I can’t speak for how terrible the last five years of your life were, but at least we managed to make things better once we met up?” ^^;

"Hmmm…" Arian considered his partner's question. "...As much as I hate to say it, I don't know if I can truly answer your question, Elvira. Mainly because…I don't know what could've been.

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I don't know what Miletos is really like, so I can't truly say whether or not your mom was in the right by not bringing you there,” he continued. “It never happened, anyway. So why wonder about it?

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The way I see it, there's no point in dwelling on what could have been. The only thing we can do is look to the future,” Arian said. “Wallowing in regret about what you did or didn't do in the past won't solve anything. …I don't blame you for doing it. I suppose we all do it at some point, but it really doesn't solve much. Doing things in the here and now does."

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"...You might be right," Elvira replied, although with a hint of reluctance.

Another spot that feels like things ought to be cut up a bit and have some description interleaved, especially since Arian’s one line of dialogue is like 2 or 3 paragraphs’ worth of content. I also thought that Arian’s ending note for his line of argument to Elvira didn’t quite feel definitive, so I went a little out on a limb to leave a suggestion for a potential alternative.

"I will say this much, though," Arian continued. "Because you didn't leave Ozerograd, you could see exactly what was going on with your own eyes. You knew just what the Thorned Roses were doing to Ozerograd. If you'd fled to Miletos, you might not have been as aware, and therefore, you wouldn't be willing to help.

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And It's as your mom said; you would be cut from your friends and those you know in town. Would that be something you'd really want?"

"...No, I suppose not…"

Another spot where it might make sense to drop in some description, especially to show Elvira’s reaction to all of this playing out.

"And there's another thing too," the Riolu added. "If you'd gone to Miletos and abandoned your house, then…you never would have found me washed up on that beach, and we'd never have met and done this thing together.

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Who knows where I'd be without you? …Maybe the Thorned Roses would've found me. And then I might've become one of them." He pulled a face at the thought. "Ergh…that's not a reality I want to imagine."

I’m now curious as to what that AU where Arian got found by Viv and Bruno looked like anyways. Since it sounds like it would be at once really interesting and really, really cursed.

"Definitely not," agreed Elvira. The image of Arian wearing a Thorned Rose armband and grinning evilly conjured itself in her mind, and she mentally tried to push it away. "...I suppose you have a point. I got to meet you this way, and you were the one that helped me to put my dream back on course. …I get it. Thank Fate for the fortunes we receive, rather than curse them for our misfortunes."

This sounds like a jinx, just saying. Especially since you’ve idly mentioned planning on doing an arc later down the road that’s like that arc from Xenoblade 3 on other parts of the net.

"Well…not necessarily the last part," Arian replied. "My point's this, really. We just have to move forward, despite all that comes our way. Even if it's something like transforming into a Riolu, like what happened to me. Or…on a more tragic note, like what Melchior told us last night. Even to a hammer blow reveal after a harsh blow like that, we have to keep looking ahead."

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"...I guess." The Treecko's voice still carried that same reluctance to accept from earlier. "...That's what Dad would probably want, too. He wouldn't want me to be moping about what happened to him.

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…Maybe As much as I don't want to… it might be best to try and move on from what happened to Dad now I know the truth about what happened to him.,” she murmured to herself. “…It's a hard truth to accept, but…sometimes that's just the way the world works."

Some suggestions for some parts to rearrange and some potential points of expansion in this section here.

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"Well…If you need help, you can talk to any of us in the Guild. We all said that last night. And we mean what we say," Arian responded.

He thought
back to last night's dinner, after Melchior had unveiled the truth behind Kallias's disappearance. Elvira had received an outpouring of support from just about everyone in the Guild, and everyone promised her that they'd be there to comfort her if she so wished. Given the fragile emotional state the Treecko had been in, she found herself in tears at their kindness.

Waaaaaait, but we didn’t see the underlined at all in the last chapter, and it wasn’t really acknowledged at all in the text up to this point of this chapter. At the very least, it probably makes sense to mention in passing that this happened (if obviously to less effect than hoped) a few times earlier on in this scene.

"I will," Elvira pledged. Before she could continue, though, she let out a yawn, and she realised at that point how tired she was. Staying up for several hours in contemplation hadn't helped her sleep any.

"You tired?" Arian asked.

"...Mmhm," murmured the Treecko. "...What time is it, anyway?"

"...Breakfast time, I think," the Riolu answered. "I can hear movement from some of the other rooms. …You know, I could always ask Aldebrand to save a bit for you, while you get some more rest. He'll understand."

Arian: “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just pop a Sleep Seed to go to bed if you were having that much trouble.”
Elvira: “Arian, do we even have Sleep Seeds just lying around to use? They’re not that common, are they?” >_>;

"...I might do that," Elvira decided. "...Thanks, Arian. You've been a great help."

"No problem," Arian returned. "Just focus on getting on some rest. You deserve it." And with that, he got up and left the girl to catch up on the sleep she missed.

Arian: “... You’re sure that you don’t want to try using that Sleep Seed, Elvira-?”
Elvira: “Arian, I’ll be fine. Just go on already.” >_>;

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He walked towards the mess hall. Delicious smells emanated from there, which made Arian's stomach growl in hunger. Eager to taste Aldebrand's delicious cooking, he hurried himself inside, where a number of his fellow mercenaries were seated at one of the long tables. He got a tray and a bowl, received some appetising-looking porridge complete with nuts and chopped berries, informed Aldebrand about Elvira's condition and joined his comrades, sitting next to Isaac.

Considering how much of a thematic jump we have going on here where Arian’s functionally in a different location of the guild, I kinda wonder if it’d have made sense to do a hard scene cut here as opposed to attaching it in one scene to his moment with Elvira.

"Morning, Arian," greeted Lillian. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept well," the Riolu answered, as he dug into his breakfast.

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"...Where's Elvira?" Axel noted. "The two of you always come out together for breakfast. …Is she alright?"

"She's fine," Arian assured. "She just needs a bit more rest. She didn't get enough sleep last night."

Ishmael: “That… doesn’t exactly sound fine there, just saying.” B(

"...Can't blame the lassie," Ishmael replied sympathetically. "Ya would too, if ya were in 'er boots."

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"Mmm…Indeed," Serafina agreed, mournfully. "To think the great Fernblade Kallias met his end in such a manner…I cannot sympathise with Elvira enough."

Wait, where was it described who was present here? Since I didn’t realize that it wasn’t just Team Sandstream that was present at this table.

"Nor can I," Lillian seconded. "I don't blame her at all for breaking down in tears last night. That feeling of losing loved ones like that…It's never an easy thing to have to go through. I still have both of my parents, so I can't say I understand how Elvira feels. But I do know what it's like to lose people dear to you. And it's one of the worst feelings in the world."

IMO, the third sentence of Lillian’s line is redundant with what she says later on in her dialogue.

"Hear, hear," Axel concurred. From his tone, and from the looks that had developed on Team Sandstream's faces, Arian couldn't help but find himself wondering if there was some history with this behind their words. He was tempted to ask, but held his tongue.

Best not to get too personal. It might be a delicate topic with them.

I’m not really sure if it makes to wonder if there was some history behind Team Sandstream’s comments since Lillian basically out and out confirmed it just last chapter and that it probably makes more sense to frame things in terms of wondering what happened there.

"...Returning to the topic at hand," Isaac then interjected. "...It would be wise to not speak of Fernblade Kallias's demise outside of here the guild. If the people caught wind of it, that would only dampen worsen our chances and bolster at overthrowing Mitrofan's cause, It would demoralize people knowing that one of his strongest adversaries has perished, and it might well kill any chance of revolution we have."

Woooow, Isaac. Just wow.

Arian: “Wait, but that was never confirmed-”
Isaac: “Arian, the ‘mon fell from gods-knows-how-high into a river famous for drowning people. He’s dead, okay?”
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"...I think that would be for the best," Arian said in agreement. "It's not exactly an easy topic to talk about, anyway. Besides…there's still a question mark over whether Kallias actually died or not. Melchior never found his body, after all."

"...With all due respect, Arian, this is the River Agrios we’re speaking of. It’s an infamous river for good reason," the Espeon replied, in a doubtful tone. "This is the River Agrios we're speaking of. It's an infamous river for good reason. The swift currents, rocky riverbed, depth and quick-moving rapids all make for it one of the deadliest rivers in Ardalion. Few, if any, who have fallen in have lived to tell the tale afterwards. The chances of even Fernblade Kallias surviving its flow are slim at best."

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"...Tch. Way to kill his confidence there, Izzy," Ishmael admonished.

Some minor phrasing and formatting tweaks I felt were worth considering, plus two spots where I felt like it might make sense to slow down and describe the characters’ moods and reactions a bit more.

"It's the truth," Isaac justified insisted. "Deluding ourselves to it will only do us greater harm in the end. It would be a miracle if Fernblade Kallias did manage to survive. But five years have passed since he fell into the Agrios River, and not a trace of him has been seen since.

[ ]

…Not a promising sign, is it?"

"But..."

Arian tried to protest, but the words died on his lips. He wanted to believe Kallias was still lived alive. However, he could not deny that Isaac raised good arguments. And coupled with what Elvira had told him earlier, that maybe she was ready to begin moving on…he reluctantly found himself having to agree with Isaac's words, as he took another mouthful of breakfast.

Another spot where it might make sense to divide up a line of dialogue into two smaller ones with something in between.

Still…can it really end, just like that? Is that really how a great hero like Kallias met his end?

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"...Can we talk 'bout somethin' else?" Natalie requested. "This is a bit heavy, all this talk 'bout Fernblade Kallias…"

"I agree," Serafina said. "It is time for a change in topic."

[ ]

"...Actually, I have one," Arian brought up, keen to bring up something that had been bugging him since last night. "I've been hearing about Miletos a lot recently. But the way it's talked about by people…Is there something up with the place?"

Ah yes, time to see if my hypothesis that the place is Mysogyny Land will pan out or not.

Right after asking this question, Arian could tell there was an immediate shift in atmosphere. Looks of tension formed on the expressions of a good few of his fellow mercenaries, and the human got the feeling the answer he was about to receive was likely to be a contentious one.

Oh dear…Did I ask something a little too controversial?

Hrm. I’m not really sure if “tense” really jives well with “controversial”. If Miletos is definitively meant to be “controversial” in terms of how it’s recieved, it might make sense to make the others’ reactions a bit more angry or heated.

"Something up with Miletos?" Lillian said. "...I guess you could say that."

[ ]


"...Why's that?" asked Lex. "I've never been to the place. Ise, you can tell us, can't you?"

“Certainly,” Isaac gladly accepted. “...Miletos is the strongest and most influential power in all of Ardalion. In their alliance with Dresilia, they’re near unshakeable as a power. We in Selenia could never hope to match their sheer might.

[ ]

Alas, that power has gone to their heads on more than a few occasions. And very often, they always lust for more like the craven they are. Most of the time, we as a nation have felt the brunt of their power-hungry ways.”

Somehow, I’m not convinced at all that Dresilia isn’t basically the Starscream to Miletos just waiting for them to screw up and make their own move, since… yeah. The society that Dresilia draws vibes off of was arguably more militaristic and expansionistic than the one Miletos was outside of very specific eras.

“Indeed,” Serafina took over, her lips pursed. “There was a terrible famine in Selenia that took place two hundred years ago. It devastated our country and many, many people perished.

[ ]

Part of that was Miletos’ fault, who did nothing to alleviate the country they’d taken over for their own gain. Their negligence strangled us as a nation, and if not for the efforts of Team Hope, Selenia may have withered altogether.”

Yeeeeeah, considering how it was already mentioned in passing that it wasn’t uncommon for easterners in Ardalion to slur westerners as ‘barbarians’, I can already tell that that famine was met by a collective:

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“It caused a bitter animosity that still remains today,” Isaac went on. “You couldn’t simply forget such mistreatment, even if it was two centuries ago. But Miletos never looked back in shame. No public apology was ever given. And their current ruler will hardly kowtow to make amends with Selenia, if his actions are to be believed anything to go by.”

I think that you want a different word than ‘kowtow’ there, since kowtowing carries undertones of submission, which I presume isn’t what Isaac is going for there.

… Though I wonder if Miletos also did something to Alba back in the day, since you’d think that Team Sandstream would be a bit less opinionated about historical bad blood between Selenia and Miletos given that their roots are relatively recent.

“Who would that be? Their current ruler?” Arian asked.

“That would be Archon Pyrrhus, a vainglorious ruler who has ruled over Miletos for the past thirty years or so,” the Espeon replied. “If rumours are to be believed, his tyranny rivals or even exceeds that of Mitrofan. Word is that he’s has brought absolutism into his hands and the people live or die by his words.

[ ]

Some strategoi over there protested at this concentration of power. In response, he had the protesting officers executed and replaced by loyal followers of his own. Many of them are putrid, incompetent yes-mon who wouldn’t know leadership if it hit them in the face.”

Ah yes, just going ahead and naming the leader after the guy who gave the world the concept of a ‘Phyrric Victory’ from mounting a strategically ruinous war. That only portends good things™ for what Miletos is like. Though now I’m also wondering if their troops also rock linothorax in true Classical Greek fashion.

Though wait, was ‘strategoi’ as a term ever explained earlier in this story? If not, it probably makes sense to explicitly note that it refers to a type of elected military general and statesman since it will otherwise go over readers’ heads short of them firing up Google in a tab.

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Well. Maybe, anyways. Since there’s some pretty horrifically bad rulers from the culture they draw off of too that wouldn’t be all that different from Pyyrhus.

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“Geez…he sounds like a piece of work,” remarked Arian. “Almost like Mitrofan.”

“Both bottles an’ glasses,” Ishmael growled. “No-good fucks that wanna mess shit up for folks all ‘round. All Mets are gits, but ‘e’s a real arse, ‘e is.”

I mean, this guy sounds like he’s orders of magnitude worse given that he’s probably actively eying his neighboring nations’ tracts of land and has the much stronger army to throw around in pursuit of them.
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“Why did you ask that, Arian?” Isaac then said. “Amnesiac curiosity, perhaps?”

“Er, yeah. Sort of.”

Lex: “Waaaaait a minute, but if this is amnesiac curiosity, wouldn’t you not know the first thing about Miletos-?”
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Arian: “I said ‘sort of’, okay?”

That wasn’t the whole truth, but Arian didn’t want to go into detail for Elvira’s sake. I think I figured it out anyway, he thought to himself. Sounds like an awful place to be, Miletos. If Elvira moved back there with her mom and dad, that would be a bad move. She’d definitely lose a lot of freedom if she went there. …Then again, not like staying here is much better…

Let’s not even get into how if it’s played to the hilt relative to its historical inspiration, that it (and Dresilia) are basically Misogyny Land on top of all of its issues with authoritarianism.

"Hey, forget all this doom and gloom about Miletos," Lex chimed in. "Arian, are we gonna have this spar or what?"

>a Cranidos
>asking to spar with a Riolu

Lex must be putting a lot of faith in Arian not being particularly accomplished as a fighter, since otherwise that’s going to be a very painful experience for him.

"Oh, right, of course," Arian said, remembering what the Cranidos had said yesterday afternoon, when they'd met for the first time. "We'll do it today. But I'd rather wait till Elvira wakes up and has something to eat first."

"Sure," Lex accepted. "The more, the merrier! It wouldn't feel right if only you were there. Since Isaac's coming as well, it'd be better if Elvira was there too."

Oh, so that’s why this guy is so confident at taking on a team where both members have a type advantage over him. Yeah, Isaac definitely seems like he’d noticeably level the playing field.

[ ]

"You're doing a good job of looking after her," Lillian complimented. "You're a good teammate, Arian."

"Well, that's what team partners are for, aren't they?" Arian reasoned. "I wouldn't be a good partner if I didn't look out for Elvira." He paused to eat up the last of his breakfast. "...Well, that's that. Guess I'll just find something to do until she wakes up."

[ ]


"Any missions today, Arry?" Ishmael asked.

"No," Arian denied. "We've been doing missions for the past few days. I think we'll take a break today and hone our skills here at the Guild."

These two spots feel like places where it probably makes sense to slow down and describe reactions a bit more since there’s some shifts in general mood and topic here, but they’re not reflected at all outside of the dialogue between the characters.

"Fair enough," the Krokorok replied. "Gotta 'ave breaks from time to time. Shame we can't stay; we got our own missions lined up today."

"As do Natalie and I," Serafina added. "We shall see you once we have completed today's tasks."

"Good luck with them," Arian wished luck to both teams, before returning his tray and bowls to Aldebrand to be washed. Then he returned to the main area, weighing up his options.

Wait, options for what? It might make sense to state things a bit more clearly there.

"Hmm…"

He looked across the hall, towards where the dojo area was.

"...Yeah. I guess I'll go there."

Ah yes, going back to go and get screamed at a bit by Galen for disturbing him during his meditation, I see.

The dojo was quiet when Arian arrived; no one else was there. Not even Galen, the manager of the place. This wasn't uncommon, the Riolu had been told, for the Medicham usually meditated at the waterfall at the edge of his dojo, and thus usually couldn't be seen at first. Arian wanted to go and ask for permission to use the dojo, but he remembered his first encounter with him, and this made him hesitate.

You’re just remembering how inhospitable Galen was the first time around, Arian? Clearly he didn’t yell at you loud enough back then. >:V

Should I ask him? the Riolu pondered. Hmm…no. He recalled the way the Medicham snapped at Ishmael for interrupting his meditation. I don't want to be on the receiving end of his fury. Best not to interrupt him.

...But then what? When will he Galen be done with his meditation? That's the kind of thing that could go on forever…and I really want to scratch this itch to train that I have right now. I guess I could go back to my room…but Elvira's asleep in there, and I don't want to wake her.

What a predicament. Maybe I could just be quiet while I train? Is that feasible? …Maybe Galen won't hear me,
he thought, although doubtfully.

Famous last thoughts there. Though I wonder if Arian’s thought process ought to be divided up into more paragraphs than what’s presently there. It might also make sense to interleave it between direct and indirect thoughts, but at minimum just making things multiple paragraphs is a good step forward.

Arian lined himself up in front of one of the dummies. Taking a breath, he readied himself to use a Metal Claw on it. He slashed forward, and cut its torso. It wasn't a deep cut, though, which disappointed him inside.

I realize that it’s been a bit of a recurring criticism in my readthrough of this story thus far, but this sequence feels like a spot where it would make sense to show Arian’s Metal Claw play out with more description to show off what it’s like a bit more.

Come on, he self-criticised chided himself. I can do better than that.

He decided to up the force on his next attack, charging a Force Palm and striking it dead on in the chest. This broke the dummy's centre with a crack, and with that, it fell to pieces.

Same deal here. Though I wonder what these dummies are made of, since you’d think that the Irian Guild would burn through a lot of them during basic training.

Arian winced at the noise. …Did Galen hear that? Please tell me he didn't…

Yeah, he totally heard it, I can already tell.

"...Hm. Seems the wood on that one was a little more brittle than I thought."

"Ah!" Arian jumped at the sudden voice. Looking over at the path to the waterfall, he saw Galen standing there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to break the dummy! I didn't mean to interrupt your meditation, Galen! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't get mad at me!"


"...You don't need to apologise. That's what the dummies are there for: to be destroyed in training," a slightly bemused Galen replied. "And as it so happens, I was finished with meditation some time ago. I'd normally put up a notice telling others they were not to disturb me. I must admit, however…I've forgotten to put it up the last few times. I apologise for that."

Huh. Galen’s significantly more chill than what I was expecting right now. I suppose he’s in a better mood when he’s not getting his meditation crashed.

"Yeah…I don't remember seeing any notice up when Team Sandstream were showing us around the Guild," Arian reminisced.

[ ]

"I must've forgotten, then. I suppose I only have myself to blame for my behaviour when we first met." Galen bowed sorrowfully. "That explains your jumpiness around me. My apologies, Arian."

Another spot where it probably makes sense to show off Galen’s reaction a bit more. Especially if he’s getting visibly flustered or something like that.

"It's okay," Arian assured. "At least you're not always like that. I'm relieved about that more than anything. …Say, are you busy right now?"

"...Not at all. If it's fighting capabilities training that you seek, then you're speaking to the right person," the Medicham answered, having a feeling what the Riolu was going to ask.

I mean, he’s literally (part-)Psychic, so… yeah, Galen probably had a leg up there anticipating what Arian was about to say.

"Great. I was wondering…if maybe you'd be willing to give me a few pointers?" Arian requested. "You see, I read up on Medicham recently. You're a Fighting-type like I am…and you can learn Force Palm as well. I was thinking… It made me think that maybe you'd know a thing or two about what I'm capable of."

"...I shall certainly guide you, if you so wish," Galen obliged. "But to do that, I would like to see you at it again with a training dummy. Only this time…" A glint came into his eye. "What's say we make this one a little more interesting?"

Arian:
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"...You've got something up your sleeve," Arian observed.

"Indeed, I do. Go and stand in front of one of the dummies, if you don't mind," Galen requested. Arian followed his instruction and did so. "Now…watch the power of a psychic at work!"

Whelp, this will totally end well™, I can already tell.

Galen closed his eyes, and he raised his hand. To Arian's surprise, the dummy in front of him became enshrouded in a strange pink aura, and began to physically move.

"Oh yeah…Medicham are also Psychic-type," he reminded himself.

He found himself fascinated by the abilities of some Psychic-types, and he'd seen Isaac psychically levitate objects for his own purposes. He was no less intrigued now…but he did realise exactly what Galen was doing.

He's animating the dummy so it'll be an actual opponent against me. Hm…that's actually clever. Better than just beating up a post of wood and sandbags…

Waaaaaait, but the dummy wasn’t described moving around under its own power clearly. When you said “psychically move”, I at first thought that Galen was telekinetically jerking it around and not straight-up animating it into an autonomaton.

Arian shook off his amazement once he saw the dummy heading for him. Quickly, he switched to a fighting stance and got ready to launch a Metal Claw at the dummy. He slashed forward…

…But he missed, and the dummy let him feel the weight of that error with a strike to the stomach.

Arian: “... Ow.
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"Oof!" Arian cried. "Alright, take this, you hunk of junk!"

He charged a Force Palm and managed to strike the dummy in around the abdomen area. [ ]

"A good hit," Galen complimented. "But that's not good enough on its own. This dummy's material is more durable than the one you destroyed before."

Thrusting forward his arm, he Galen psychically commanded the dummy to deal a punch to Arian, which landed, causing the human to stagger back in slight pain.

It probably makes sense to describe the effects of Arian’s force palm / Galen’s reaction to it a bit more than you presently do, since it was a bit hard to get the sensation that the dummy was holding up better than the last one until Galen’s line of dialogue.

"...Right," he murmured. This is harder than I thought. Being beat up by a training dummy…Good thing most of my fellow mercs are out of the Guild today. That would be a bit embarrassing. …Come on, Arian. You can win this.

He’s going to wind up taking an L here, isn’t he? o<o

Arian saw another punch incoming. But this time, he dodged it, and used a Quick Attack in retaliation, aiming to strike one of the dummy's arms to disable it. This attack worked, and the hit was powerful enough to tear it to splinters. Now it only had one arm to work with. With that weakness now exposed, things became easier for Arian. Wanting to be a bit more fair, he targeted the chest area with a Force Palm, and landed the blow. This made an impact; a dent was made in the sandbag that made up the dummy, and sand began to leak from it.

I didn’t put in too much nitpicking here, but yeah. It probably makes sense to describe at least the Quick Attack a bit more explicitly than what you’re presently doing, since it was a bit hard to visualize what that looked like and how he hit the dummy with it.

"...Hmm," Galen murmured. To Arian's dismayed surprise, he stopped using his psychic powers to animate the dummy, and it crumpled into a ruined pile of wood and sand.

"What? Galen, why did you stop?" Arian complained, somewhat peeved that he couldn't finish the job.

Oh, well. Guess that’s one way to technically get a W there. Even if it wasn’t really earned.

"The writing was on the wall for that match. As well as that Also, I wish to contribute my own advice, as you wanted," Galen explained. "You did well during that your sparring, but there are some skills you need to improve on."

[ ]

I should've seen this coming, the Riolu inwardly sighed. "What could I improve on?"

IMO, it might make sense to show Arian react a bit to Galen’s remarks, especially if he’s inwardly cringing or something like that.

"Your dodging, for one," the Medicham replied. "Some of those hits were slower hits that someone of greater experience would have little trouble avoiding.

[ ]

To put it simply, that's something you must work on, especially given your capabilities as a Riolu,” he continued. “Some species of Pokémon have strong defensive capabilities, thus lessening the need to avoid attacks, but Riolu are more fragile than that. As such, dodging and parrying hits are two skills that would be beneficial for you to master."

Galen’s dialogue is long enough that it’d probably work a bit better cut up into two pieces here.

"Okay…" Arian said, nodding in understanding. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Your Force Palm," Galen went on. "I have little doubt it's your strongest move."

"Of course." The Riolu nodded. "I use it all the time."

"And you don't use it poorly. But at the same time…there are ways to better utilise your strikes with it, to draw out more power." The Medicham took this opportunity to line up in front of one of the other dummies. "Allow me to demonstrate what I mean."

Huh, I wonder if this is a sign that DW has a version of that “repeating attacks makes them stronger” dynamic that the canon PMD games have, since this sounds an awful lot like it.

He took a breath and closed his eyes, reasserting his focus. Then his right palm lit up with the familiar glow of Force Palm that Arian had become so familiar with. Realising what was to happen After a brief moment of surprise that Galen knew Force Palm himself, the human watched intently, seeing what he could glean from this.

Made a minor rephrasing suggestion here, since the “realizing what was to happen” was a bit vague and it was a bit hard to get a read on what Arian meant by that.

Galen's left hand then went behind his glowing right. He walked slowly up to the dummy, and thrust his palm forward.

"Hi-yah!"

It was a sight to behold in Arian's eyes. The physical hit landed, but what really drew Arian's attention was the short blast of white light that originated from the Medicham's glowing palm.

The dummy stood no chance, and before the power of Galen's Force Palm, it crumpled to smithereens.

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Though wait, what on earth has Arian’s Force Palm looked like all this time? Since my initial assumption was that he was basically doing just this since that’s how the Smash Bros. animation for it works.

"Wow…" Arian remarked. "What was that? What did you do, Galen?"

"Force Palm, just like yours. It can be utilised in the way I demonstrated; by unleashing a short burst of energy," Galen replied. "This has a number of uses. For instance, it means that Force Palm can become be used an attack with some range to it, a shortcoming for most of us Fighting-types, including you as a Riolu."

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Especially since Riolu learn Aura Sphere by level-up in more recent game generations, just saying.

"I see…" the canine said in understanding. "...So how can I use Force Palm like that?"

"With training and dedication. And of course…meditation," Galen answered. [ ]

"But before you give me your eye-rolling expression roll your eyes at me, Arian, meditation is quite important for you too, as a Riolu. For you see, not only does it aid your concentration and calm your mind…it also helps you to develop your aura."

"My…aura?" Arian cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean, Galen?"

It probably makes sense to describe Arian’s eye-rolling reaction or whatever unimpressed reaction he has a bit more before Galen acknowledges it, since it felt a little weird to have Galen talk about something regarding a character that isn’t really mentioned happening.

"It is the power Riolu and Lucario are known for," Galen explained. "The latter a bit more so with the latter than the former., but Riolu have that power, too. and can use it, Albeit to a lesser degree."

"...Can I do?" Arian stared at his paw. "I knew I could read emotions, but…"

Some little odds and ends rephrasings here. It’s not strictly necessary, but I do wonder if this would’ve worked a bit better had we seen a bit more of Arian’s thought process regarding that “wait, I can do that, too?” after seeing Galen’s display of prowess.

"That's part of it," the Medicham elaborated. "Through their aura senses, Riolu and Lucario are able to sense the emotions of others. But if tempered, their aura senses allow them to sense far more than that. Natures of others, mind reading…and even attacks. The move Aura Sphere, for instance, is a powerful attack that Lucario is able to learn, and it's seen as a main staple when we idealise Lucario."

Ah, so experience with the Force Aura directly correlates to what sort of party tricks you can do with it. Definitely a bit up there in terms of how strong things can get, but at least it sounds like it’s balanced well enough.

"Aura Sphere? …That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind having a move like that to use," the Riolu said. He paused, as a thought then occurred to Arian him.

"Do you know any other Riolu or Lucario?” he asked. “Maybe…they might be able to help me get to grips with what I might be capable of."

Huh. I mean that would be a handy way of speeding up the learning curve, time to see whether there’s more bludoge in this story.

"Alas not." Galen shook his head. "Riolu and Lucario are a rare sight. Many live in isolation, far away from centres of population, and typically stay together. You would have to hunt hard to find one, and even then, you would have to convince them to teach you. And given their perceptive abilities, they would quickly be able to discern your human background, and that might lead to you being turned away by them."

"...Oh…I see," a disappointed Arian murmured in realisation.

I wonder what the story behind that one is given that there don’t seem to be any sapient ferals floating around in this setting, since this is actually the first time in the story that a specific species is mentioned as having distinct social patterns focused around same-species peers.

Or at least I’m pretty that there’s a story behind it, since that feels like a very specific detail to draw attention to.

"Not to worry," the Medicham said immediately. "I will do all within my power to help you bring out the power that lies within you. After all…I have something of a feeling about you.

[ ]

You were able to defeat Hinnerk, an opponent feared by many, even the most capable of warriors. And you claim to be a human,” he mused. “Somehow - and granted, this could be conjecture - I feel as though you being a human is what makes you special. As if it hides away some greater potential within yourself."

Waaaaaait, but aren’t there literal myths about humans coming to Ardalion and being heroes? Or am I crossing a few wires there. Though Galen’s dialogue here is long enough that it’s probably worth considering rendering it in multiple parts and adding something in between them.

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"...You think?" the human pondered. "I doubt it. Just because I'm a human doesn't mean I'm hiding some superpower. I'm not exactly invincible, and there's no way in hell I could have beaten Hinnerk on my own."

"But of course. No one is invincible, Arian," Galen replied. "Regardless, there are many mysteries about you, and your greater potential is one theory I believe is right on the money. …Further training is the only way to prove whether I'm right or wrong.

Oh, so Arian’s gotten that broken leveling curve that exists in the games for the PC and everyone around him, huh? Or at least I think that that’s where things are going. Though it might have been nice to see some description of character reactions or inner thoughts at some point in this sequence.

[ ]

"But before we get to action, let's start off with meditation first, to calm yourself after that session. As I suggested earlier, it would be beneficial for you, Arian, to help you develop your aura senses. …And of course, there's no better way to rest oneself than with a period of calm through meditation," he added, as he crossed his legs in a meditative position.

IMO, some of Galen’s dialogue is a bit redundant here due to making similar points to each other and can be trimmed down.

Typical Galen. But…maybe he has a point, Arian realised. Maybe meditation would help me. At the very least, it couldn't hurt to give it a go.

"Sure," he agreed. "I'll do it." The human copied the position of the dojo master, sitting in a cross-legged position across from him.

I actually wonder just how directly Arian is able to mimic Galen here, since you’d think that with their different foot structures, Arian wouldn’t quite be able to do a 1:1.

"Close your eyes," Galen instructed. "Take deep breaths, and let them out slowly. Become more relaxed with each breath, and embrace the inner peace of your mind."

Arian followed the Medicham's instructions, and took breaths. Attempting to visualise the inner peace of his mind that Galen had described, he pictured a vista of pure tranquillity: a green field as far as the eye could see, with beautiful mountain scenery. The scene could not be more perfect: the sun shone, there was a calm breeze, and the air was crisp and clean…

Oh hey, it’s like the cover art-

"We really live in a beautiful place, don't we, Papa?"

"We do, my boy. Free from all the world's troubles, and surrounded by the amicable, supportive people of our village…I knew I made the right decision to stay here in the end. And thank the blessings of the Creator for it. It was his vision that saw the creation of the sheer beauty of this place. I wouldn't trade anything to be anywhere else but here. Not where I'm separated from you and your mother."

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Well, that was definitely unexpected. I wonder if it might have made sense to describe the speaker a bit more though if there was a way to pull it off without massive spoilers.

"Aw…thanks, Papa! You're the best!"

"...Thank you, my boy. …But perhaps it's time we head back to the village. I'd rather not get a search party sent for us again."

Wait, wait, wait. But Arian’s human, right? Is this a reprise of what happened with PSMD’s human or something? Since this seems to be implying that Arian has memories from the past somehow.

"…Mama really worries too much sometimes, doesn't she?"

"She only cares for us. That's all you could ask for in a wife, and a mother."

"Yeah. …I love Mama. And you too, Papa. You're both the greatest parents in the world."

"...And I you, my boy. You make me proud."

I can’t tell if Arian was the child or the father in that exchange, but either way, that certainly was a vision with quite a few implications there. I do wonder given how abruptly things cut from and back to the surrounding scene, if it’d have worked better with hard scene cuts before and after it.

Arian snapped out of his trance.

What was that? What did I just hear?

Memories of your past. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s what that was.

"Arian?" Galen's voice drew him away from his thoughts. "Is something the matter?"

The Medicham's eyes were open, and he was gazing at the canine with a questioning look. [ ]

"I…don't know," Arian replied. "I'm…not sure what just happened. But when I went into meditation and tried to create this peaceful image in my mind…I suddenly began to hear voices."

IMO, it makes sense to split off the post-dialogue description regarding Galen and expand it a bit, especially for getting into Arian’s mood a bit more.

"Voices?"

"Yes. It was like…I was living through a memory. A memory of a child and his dad talking."

"A memory?" This caught Galen's attention. "Could it be…a memory from your past, perhaps?"

Alternatively, it’s something Arian picked up from some sort of lingering aura, but yeah. My own money is on it being memories that weren’t quite faded.

"...Maybe. But I'm not fully sure yet. I mean, the memory, If it is that it really was a memory, it was a happy one, so…I'm not against the idea of it being from my past," Arian answered. "But I can't prove it one way or another. There's not much to go on."

Some suggested rephrasings here, since this feels like another spot where there was some redundant dialogue.

"...Some truths do not reveal themselves immediately," was the dojo master's response. "Perhaps in time, you will have an answer for this."

Translation: We’re going to be getting quite a few more of these visions later on in the story.

"...I hope so. Because it does make me curious," the Riolu replied. He remained in his cross-legged position, deep in thought about what played out in his mind.

Does it mean anything? Is it really a memory from my past, before I caught amnesia? And if so…was that really me and my dad talking?

Just saying, Arian. Considering PSMD’s canonical implied backstory, there’s nothing preventing you from being that dad.

He thought back to it. In it, there was definitely a father and a child talking. As well as that, it seemed to trigger when he imagined this idyllic landscape. Is that a clue? Did that memory take place in an area of beauty? That memory did talk about it…especially the dad. …I don't recall the voice in question. It doesn't sound familiar. And the child…

… Wait, did Arian actually see the figures in that vision? Or did he just hear the voices? I assume you were going for the latter, but it admittedly wasn’t fully clear what the intent was.

Wait a minute, he suddenly realised. That voice…I've heard that voice before. Just where did I hear it before…?

Oh, so Arian really was the dad in vision. Or at least I think that’s what the implication is since Arian found the child’s voice familiar, but not the adult’s.

"There he is! He's with Galen!"

"Hm?" Once again, Arian was forced snapped out of his thoughts, as he looked to the entrance to see Lex, Isaac…and Elvira.

"Hello, Arian," the latter Treecko greeted.

"Hi, Elvira," Arian said in return. "Did you get some sleep in the end?"

Arian: “I mean, I’m assuming so given that you’re here and not passed out in bed still, but…” ^^;

"I did. I feel a bit better now," the Treecko replied. "And now I'm ready for this sparring with Isaac and Lex."

[ ]


"...You look as though you've had a workout already," Isaac noted, as he sniffed the air.

Arian: “... Wait, had I really been working up that much of a sweat all this time?” ^^;
Isaac: “Not likely since canids don’t sweat outside their paw pads. More like you’ve been skipping baths lately.”
Arian: “... Right, I suppose that yesterday was a bit of a long night after Melchior dropped the big reveal on us.”
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"Yep," Arian confirmed. "I did some training with Galen before this."

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"Did you teach him anything?" Lex wondered.

"Some things. I never turn down an opportunity to train an eager student," Galen defended. "And Arian was quite keen to hone his technique. I couldn't deny that enthusiasm.

[ ]

…Besides, if you win, victory will be all the greater, given your opponent's advantage. Defeating tougher opponents is a vital lesson for up-and-coming mercenaries like yourselves."

Galen’s dialogue is long enough to be worth formatting in two parts again. And it might make sense to more explicitly describe Lex and anyone with him focusing his/their attention on Galen, since at first I forgot that Galen was even with their group right then.

"Tougher? We'll see about that," Isaac said. "You wouldn’t have been able to defeating Hinnerk could not have come without the help of Team Sandstream. How good are you without their help? Are we sure it wasn't merely a fluke?"

Arian: “... Yeah, he’s just always going to be like this to us, huh?”
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"That was not a fluke," Arian insisted defensively, despite even if he himself wondering had wondered if that same question a number of times since he had beaten the Obstagoon. "We'll prove to you our strength's the real deal. Won't we, Elvira?"

"We will," the Treecko said, with confidence. "We might not have the might or rank of some more experienced teams, but we're far from weak."

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Since… yeah, I’m not convinced at all that this isn’t going to end with Team Mindfist and especially Isaac embarrassing these two.

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"Come on, enough talking!" Lex interjected. "More battling! Then you can prove if you're weak or not!"

"...I suppose he's right," Arian said, finding himself agreeing with the Cranidos's words. "Let's get into this."

It probably makes sense to describe Team Mindfist’s reaction to Arian and Elvira a bit more, especially if Isaac is still being Mr. Skepticism right about now as a contrast to Lex’s eagerness.

The two teams lined up on opposite sides of each other. Galen took his place out of their way, off to the side.

"The winner will be the side who knocks out both opponents of the opposite team," the Medicham stated. "You may not use items in this battle. Victory must be determined by your own abilities, rather than your skill with using items. Now then…" He held his hands up, and clapped them together. "Begin!"

… Wait, was there ever any acknowledgement prior to this point that Galen was going to referee the sparring match? Since looking back, I’m not sure if I see it. It might’ve made sense to drop a passing mention in some supplemental description or the like.

The moment he declared this the words left Galen’s mouth, Lex charged forward. Immediately, Arian realised he was dead in his sights. Thinking quickly, he dodged out of the way, just before his adversary's attack connected. He got to his feet and readied a Force Palm to counterattack with…

…Before, all of a sudden, pink circles entered his vision, and he felt pain that caused his move to fizzle out.

Yeeeeeeah, that was totally a feint by Lex to distract Arian from Isaac, I can already tell. Since I was going to ask what on earth he was thinking trying to get up close and head-on with a Fighting-type, but “pay no attention to my partner who’s SE at range against you” is a decent enough tactic.

"Wh-What? Agh!" It was like a force was pulling him at all ends of his body. What is this? Ow…this really hurts…

Extrasensory? ^^;

Then he looked over, and saw Isaac's gem glowing, as the latter was using Confusion on him.

Right. Confusion’s animation actually did that in Gen 4. Cute nod to that there.

Oh. Right. Isaac's a Psychic-type. That means…he's strong against me. …Oh dear. This one's gonna be an uphill battle…

[ ]


But it's not unwinnable, just as Galen said. A disadvantage doesn't mean I can't win. Especially…when I have a reliable partner by my side.

IMO, this works better if you have Arian note the state of the field / his present circumstances a bit more and what he’s going through.

It was at that moment that Elvira used Mega Drain on Isaac, and the distraction from that caused the pain to cease.

"Thanks, Elvira," Arian said.

He didn't wait for a reply, though; he kept his focus on the opponent in front of him. Lex was barely phased by his miss, and just as quickly reared up again for another attack. Energy coated his skull once again, and he threw his head forward. Regrettably, Arian didn't fully dodge in time, and received a hit from the Cranidos' Headbutt.

Wait, but energy was never described coating Lex’s skull last time, so this is coming a bit out of left field right now.

What he was not expecting, though, was the sheer force behind the attack. Arian found himself thrown some distance away from where he had landed. He got up, dazed and shocked at what just happened.

"...What was that?!" he asked. "What did you do? …Argh. Ow," he winced, feeling the pain on his torso where his opponent had struck.

Oh, so Arian’s almost literally having a
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moment right now, huh? Though yeah, that’s Cranidos attack stats for ya. :V

"...I used my head," Lex replied, unable to resist a grin at what he had just said. "See, Isaac! I can say smart stuff!"

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I like this ‘mon.

"...Clever. But save your witty banter for when we're done, Lex," Isaac advised. "Cocky words and actions might only embolden them."

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"...Careful, Arian," Elvira advised. "Cranidos are known for their sheer physical prowess. Even one hit from Lex is going to pack a serious punch."

It probably makes sense to show Arian getting a bit more back onto his feet here before Elvira gives him advice.

"That's right," Lex said. "Understate me, and you're gonna regret it!"

"...True. Underestimate my partner at your peril," Isaac subtly corrected. "Stick to battling, Lex. It's what you do best."

Isaac’s giving me some Lawrence vibes from Ratchet and Clank right now. I blame the stuffy attitude with liberal snark directed at a less clever partner for it.

"Gotcha, Ise!" obliged Lex. "Now…onto you, Elvira!" He lunged forward once again, this time revealing his fangs and ready to use Bite.

I didn’t know that Cranidos could use biting attacks, but a quick glance at BP reveals that they can indeed, including Crunch. TIL. .-.

"Not likely," Elvira countered, and with the use of Detect, effortlessly dodged the dinosaur's attack.

IMO, this would be a bit more visually interesting if you actually showed more of what the dodging / Detect looked like. e.x. if Elvira is pulling some Matrix-tier antics right about now or something.

"...Detect, hm?" Isaac observed. "...Looks like nothing can be done there for now. Let's focus our attacks on Arian instead. That way, it'll be one less opponent to deal with."

Arian:
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"Me?" Arian's eyes widened in horror. Both of them? Oh crap. That last hit took a lot out of me. If I get hit by their attacks, there's no way I can keep fighting! I need to keep going…

Lol, I figured. Though Arian’s even in a position to stop and think before either Lex or Isaac take a swing at him? Wouldn’t have expected that in the context of a battle where every second counts.

Isaac's gem glowed red, and Arian felt the pain from the Espeon's psychic power once again. But he powered through the attack, resisting it despite the increasing strain he was being put under.

"Hang on, Ise! I'll help!" Lex volunteered. "Take this!" He lunged forward with his skull poised to strike, and struck Arian with Headbutt again. [ ]

"That should do it."

It probably makes sense to describe more of Arian’s reaction such that Lex is confident enough to stop and go “mission accomplished” like that.

"...Oh, really?" Arian breathed panted. "Think again."

A red glow surrounded him the Riolu, and though he was panting breathing in and out heavily…he still stood.

"B-But how?" Lex was dumbfounded. "How did - " He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Arian slammed a Force Palm into him, pushing him away.

"Endure…" Isaac observed.

Oh so that’s how Endure works in this story. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s the case. Though boy are these two lucky that Arian didn’t figure out how to use Reversal just yet.

"Arian! I'll help!" Elvira called out, before using Mega Drain on Lex. The combo proved to work quite well, and after it had been dealt, struck the Cranidos, he was in similarly straits to Arian, on the verge of being defeated.

"There. That should even the odds a bit."

This feels like something that would be a bit more interesting to see visually described a bit more, since I’m not sure if Mega Drain has ever been explicitly depicted in this story.

"I don't think so," Isaac shot back. He unleashed a different attack, this time one that shot star-shaped rays at his two opponents. Seeing them, Arian attempted to dodge out of the way, but the effort was futile; they chased him down and hit him anyway.

Ah yes, Swift. That’s certainly “fun” to deal with there.

[ ]

"...No…I think that's me down," he said regrettably, as he tried to get up without success. "Sorry, Elvira…"

"...No worries," Elvira returned. "I'll finish this. A team isn't defeated unless all of its members fall."

Arian was never described keeling over / having his energy keel out, so this wound up coming really suddenly for a description there.

[ ]

"Quite right," Galen seconded from the sidelines. "Victory is never a guarantee at a point like this. The odds may be in favour of Team Mindfist, but they must push further for victory, if they want it. And Even though Elvira's on her own now…that doesn't mean she's exhausted all of her strategic options."

"Duly noted," Isaac said. "Well then…what tricks do you possess on your own, Elvira? That…I would like to see."

"You won't be disappointed," Elvira promised. "Now then…I know I said it already, but let's even the odds a bit. For real this time."

She focused her attention on Lex, whom she and unleashed another Mega Drain on him. This time, the Cranidos was unable to avoid the attack in time, and joined Arian in having to throw in the towel.

If Team Elpis and Mindfist are meant to stop a moment before resuming after Arian gets KOed (e.x. to make sure he’s not hurt), it probably makes sense to describe it more, since I was actually unsure why Lex and Isaac didn’t immediately press their advantage on Elvira there and stopped to hear out Galen.

"So that's an even playing field, you say? ...I wonder about that," the Espeon remarked. "...I wonder about that. Arian and Lex are alike in many ways - both yearn to get into the thick of things. But are you and I alike? Are you the 'brains' of Team Elpis, just as Arian seems to be your 'brawn'?"

Elvira: “Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?” >:(

"...You know, I really don't like labels like 'brains' or 'brawn' to describe people's fighting style. My dad taught me that the best fighters have both at their disposal," criticised Elvira. "My dad taught me that the best fighters have both at their disposal. Sharpening one edge of the blade is no good; both strategy and power have to be constantly honed if someone wants to be the best warrior they can. There's an old Miletan quote about this. …What was it again? Something about cowards and fools…"

I wonder if this is a bit long-winded for battle banter, though at the very least, the dialogue looks a bit too tail-heavy at the moment and I’d suggest pulling a sentence forward.

[ ]

"'The leader that separates his warriors from his tacticians will have his battles fought by fools and strategies devised by cowards'—Chapter 1, line 46 of Euthymios of Lefkada’s History of the Tyrant King’s War.”

[ ]

“I’ve read my share of Miletan historians, too, you know. …I'm surprised you know of it. And I'm glad that you do," Isaac recited said. "I'm aware. I've read my share of the works of Miletan historians. That specific quote comes from Chapter 1, line 46 of the History of the Tyrant King's War, written by Euthymios of Lefkada. …I'm surprised you know of it. And I'm glad that you do. Because I don't believe in that nonsense of brains and brawn either. Logic and strength in the one warrior…truly, the ultimate combination. But do you have both? Come. Let's find out!"

I’d personally recommend rearranging Isaac’s dialogue a bit such that his information is done in something that isn’t one giant infodump. Him surprising Elvira by knowing the saying and where it’s from down to the line with them getting in some mutual reactions feels like a potential way of pulling it off.

After saying this, he used Confusion. Elvira took the hit, luckily resisting it better than Arian did due to her partner's type disadvantage against Espeon. Even so, the Espeon's psychic power was made apparent through that attack alone.

He and Lex…quite a powerful pair. Even without his partner, Isaac's still a force to be reckoned with.

[ ]

I need to make a similar stand. I shouldn't need to rely on Arian's help all the time. There might well be a time in the future where I'll have to rely on my own strengths, rather than depend on Arian.

N
ow's as good a time as any to start on that…by getting some of my strength back.

IMO, this moment might be a bit more climactic describing Elvira reacting to her blow and psyching herself up a bit more. I also thought the first line of Elvira’s inner thoughts was redundant with the rest of her paragraph there.

Elvira cast Mega Drain again. It was a slight relief to her, feeling herself regain some of her energy. It wasn't much, but it was a way to deal damage and heal herself at the same time. The latter was important, especially while in a duel where no items like Oran Berries were allowed.

Huh, so dueling in Selenian / Ardallian culture inherently triggers a ‘no item’ clause, huh? Though I suppose it makes sense since otherwise every practice match just becomes a cheap exercise in whoever brought the better Orb and is faster off the bat in using it.

However, her opponent instantly struck back with a Quick Attack. The look in Isaac's eyes showed a determination that would not give in until a substantial conclusion to this spar their battle had been reached.

"I can do that too, you know," Elvira responded, and hit back with her own Quick Attack.

Wait, what is the ‘that’ there referring to? Since Isaac didn’t do anything in terms of attacks since his Confusion.

"Not a unique factor," shot back Isaac. "Quick Attack is plentiful, learned by a high proportion of Pokémon. I would be disappointed if Quick Attack is all you have to offer me."

"Of course not. How about this, instead?"

Elvira then got up close, and launched a Leafage attack at Isaac. At close range, the Espeon found himself unable to dodge the Treecko's flurry of leaves, and many of them dealt a number of cuts to him.

"...Not bad," Isaac panted. That was an encouraging sign for Elvira; she was wearing her opponent down, and he was getting close to giving in. "...You have skill, Elvira. You deserve praise on that front. But…our spar's not over. Not until one of us yields. And I have no will to admit defeat now!"

Elvira: “... He’s about to Confusion me at point-blank range, isn’t he?”
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At that point, he suddenly turned around. Before Elvira could react, Isaac kicked his rear legs backward, and she got a face full of sand.

"Agh!" she cried, as the sand got in her eyes. "Sand-Attack?"

Ah yes, Isaac’s just going to waltz back and Psybeam spam for days while Elvira flails with lowered accuracy, isn’t he?

"Quite right," Isaac declared. "Just the move to trip you up at this point in our spar."

"Doesn't matter," Elvira breathed. "I can still defeat you!" She launched Mega Drain. However, her obfuscated vision thanks to Isaac's Sand-Attack made it for an effortless dodge from the Espeon.

Isaac:
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Elvira: “Hey! Get back here!” >.<

"As I predicted," the psychic said. "Now to capitalise on your mistake!" His gem glowed, and hit Elvira was hit with Confusion once again. [ ]

Well, looks like we got that point-blank Confusion again after all. Though it might make sense to describe the effects of the move on her a bit more explicitly, especially if it had any implications on her positioning such as physically knocking her down.

Urgh…not good, the Treecko thought to herself, as she felt the Confusion wear her down. This sand's really blurring my view. At this rate, Isaac's got this in the bag. He has Swift, after all. Just one Swift might well be enough to finish me off. If I'm to win…I need to make this count.

"This should wrap things up," Isaac said. As Elvira predicted, he used Swift, and the star-shaped rays of the attack came careening toward her. It seemed inevitable that he would win…

…Unless the unmissable attack happened to miss. Which it did, much to the shock of the Espeon.

Isaac: “I’m sorry, what?! Th-That’s impossible!”
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"But…oh, that's right," he realised, recalling earlier in the spar. "You know Detect…"

Right, that would certainly do it.

"...Yes, I do," Elvira replied, her eyes glowing in a familiar usage of the move. "And I'm not going to let this moment go to waste."

"...Hmph," Isaac huffed. "That can only keep you safe for so long."

I mean, technically, Elvira can keep spamming it, it’s just that its odds of success keep progressively halving with each time she uses it with nothing in between.

"I know that. But it's like I said. I won't let this go to waste," the Treecko vowed. "And I know just what move to use."

The next thing Isaac knew, a Quick Attack struck him. To his annoyance, it hit him head-on, despite the Sand-Attack's effects still plaguing his opponent. And worse still for him, it felt like Elvira had put her full force all behind the attack, and as such, it hit harder than it normally should have hard enough to knock Isaac off his feet entirely. Coupled with the previous attacks, the Espeon found himself on his side, and struggled to get on all fours again.

I’m assuming that this is meant to be Elvira scoring a crit. If so, it probably makes sense to describe the force of the blow and how it’s different from normal and it’s effects on Isaac, since it’s a bit more interesting to see play out that way.

Even he knew when to give up. And so Isaac uttered the words confirming his submission.

"I yield."

This caught Elvira by surprise. "You do?"

"Yes. I submit."

I think that the underlined would’ve worked better describing more of Isaac’s reaction and expressions to yielding since something about the present implementation feels more “told” than “shown” there.

"...That decides that, then," Galen said from the sidelines. "The winner of this match is Team Elpis!"

"Elvira, you did it!" congratulated Arian, coming up to her. "You won us the victory!"

Wait, Arian is able to do this in spite of being defeated earlier? I’m surprised he had the energy for this.

"...I merely did my best," the Treecko replied, playing down her accomplishment. "To be honest, I didn't think I'd manage to win the spar match at some points…"

[ ]

"Well, let this be known to you, Elvira," Galen said, as he walked over to them. "Never doubt your ability to claim victory. There's a reason why the saying 'clutching victory from the jaws of defeat' still holds up today. No matter how dire the battle situation may seem, it is never impossible to triumph in the face of adversity.

[ ]

…That goes for you too, Team Mindfist. It was a close match that could have gone either way."

Some more spots where it would make sense to describe the characters’ mood and reactions a bit more.

"It was," agreed Lex. "And it was a good one! You're great sparring partners, the both of you! Let's do this again sometime!"

"Indeed," Isaac concurred. "I wouldn't be so sure of victory going to you, though. I'll see be sure to devise strategies that will lead to your defeat next time."

Yeah, I can already tell that Lex is the more popular of the pair in Team Mindfist, just saying. ^^;

"A good plan," Galen approved. "It would be a way to assess the strengths and weaknesses of each of your fighting styles, and how to improve upon them. I myself have spotted a few things. In the coming days, I'll teach you how to improve your fighting technique."

[ ]

"We'll look forward to it," Arian replied. "...That was a good workout. But you know what? I still feel ready and raring to do stuff. …Is that strange?"

"Not at all," Isaac replied. "Riolu are known for their stamina, like most other Fighting-types. You most likely still have energy to burn."

[ ]

"It should be around noon right now," Elvira said. "...We might still be able to do a mission today. …But after a short break for me. I don't have the same stamina you have, Arian."

These two bits feel like parts where it might be worth considering expanding on describing how the characters are reacting a bit more. Especially since they seem to function as transitional moments.

[ ]

"That's okay. I can wait," Arian accepted. "Let's go back to our room. There's more species of Pokémon I haven't read up on yet. …You're not the only one who'll be studying up on strategies, Isaac," he added, targeting his words at the Espeon. "I'm no slacker to making up plans."

[ ]


"...I look forward to seeing what you come up with," Isaac returned. "I would hate to see your strategy stagnate and fail to grow beyond typical means."

"You won't be disappointed," promised the Riolu. "Later, you two!" He left the dojo, with Elvira following close behind. [ ]

"...Heh. Looks like we hit the jackpot with good sparring partners, eh, Ise?" Lex said to his partner.

Some more spots where it might be worth expanding things. The third marker IMO is more important, since it took me a while to realize that Arian and Elvira were meant to dip out from the scene and the focus was meant to move onto Lex and Isaac.

"...We did. Arian and Elvira…" Isaac looked at the duo as they disappeared out of sight. "...Ones to watch, those two. Something tells me…they're not the kind of people that will fade into obscurity. I can't prove what will be, but…it's just a feeling. And one I'd put stock in."

Just what will they achieve, though? That intrigues me more than anything. Hopefully that's a question that will come to light in due time.

I mean, yeah, that’s just life as the protagonists of the story. :V

Alright, this was a surprisingly chunky chapter to get through even if it was shorter than the past couple ones, maybe because I did most of my review-writing over the course of workweek nights, but as you gathered, I had quite a bit to say.

To start out with for the positives, while you mentioned that you considered this to be a “filler” chapter, I still felt that it laid out some important meta things such as the existence of Miletos and why it’s a source of problems that I can already tell won’t remain distant and far away for the cast later on in the story. The character dynamics were fun to see explored, with the focus on Elvira’s backstory being a nice touch. I also liked the focus on getting to know Galen and Team Mindfist. Like I’d gotten to see Galen a bit from earlier in the story and Team Mindfist through reading the second paralogue, but it was interesting to get to see them more in-depth. Lex and Isaac both have a fun dynamic with each other (even if Lex’s the more likable of the pair), and I honestly wasn’t expecting Galen to be so different from his initial presentation in the story. I hope that we’ll get to see more of them in the future.

Alright, as for the criticisms, there’s a few recurring ones from earlier chapters that I saw reappear here. You had a number of very, very long lines of dialogue that I felt would work better in multiple pieces along with a lack of description and "tell and not show" seemed to happen in a number of places in the chapter. Also, once again, your battle scenes suffered a bit from the overall ‘attack log’ dynamic that was also a thing in prior chapters. There were a couple moments in particular where things seemed to slow down a bit too much in terms of dialogue and the like. Fighting scenes in general are fast paced, so pacing and when the lulls are in them are things to be mindful of, along with applying varying amounts of description accordingly them more.

I do have one deeper critique about the chapter’s overall dynamic, namely that it feels like a bit of a lost opportunity that there wasn’t more consistent emphasis on Arian and Elvira grappling with the aftereffects of Melchior’s revelation about what he last saw of Kallias. Like we get told that apparently it shook Elvira up and she got a decent amount of comfort from her guildmates from it, but we didn’t really see that dealt with beyond a couple lines in passing. Similarly, we don’t really see an exploration of how Arian was dealing with it past the first scene when it could’ve very easily been something that stuck with the two across all the scenes until they ended on a confident note sparring with Team Mindfist as a way to play up thematic continuity.

Though even with those criticisms, I still thought it was a fun chapter, and I can’t say that I would blame you for opting to just leave these chapters be for the sake of moving on. I hope the feedback was helpful and fun for you to read, @Arukona , and I’ll be looking forward to coming back to this story again sometime soon. ^^
 
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