• Welcome to Thousand Roads! You're welcome to view discussions or read our stories without registering, but you'll need an account to join in our events, interact with other members, or post one of your own fics. Why not become a member of our community? We'd love to have you!

    Join now!

  • Thousand Roads has been around for six whole years! We're running a number of events to celebrate--check out drabble bingo, our mini review blitz, or TR writing buddies special prizes, going on for the whole anniversary period, and keep an eye on the announcement thread for updates as we add more to the lineup! Happy sixth birthday, TR!
  • Join us for a day of all-out writing on Saturday, May 3rd! To help everyone reach the collective writing goals, I'll be hosting writing sprints all day on Discord. No worries if you aren't able to join--I'll also be totalling up all words claimed in the Writing Buddy thread posted during the day. Let's see how many words we can write together in 24 hours and unlock those highest prize tiers in the writing buddy thread!

    Words Written So Far: 7117

SparklingEspeon

Back on Her Bullshit
Staff
Premium
Location
a Terrace of Indeterminate Location in Snowbelle
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. espurr
  2. fennekin
  3. zoroark
In which I make good on a review exchange from forever ago

Hey, Sind! I’ve been meaning to finally catch up with WSBS since forever, but life has kept me at bay for a while. Review blitz is a great opportunity to get caught up, though, so here’s a review doing just that! To keep things organized over this many chonk chapters, I’ll go chapter by chapter this time. Disclaimer that it’s been a long long time and I might not remember things from previous chapters perfectly.

Chapter 9

>Dorian having a decent human being moment :absus:

This was a pretty chonky chapter! :0 I liked the moments between Odette and Enora a lot. The bit where people ask Odette to sell her is awful as ever, lol

I really like that this fic includes the pokemon as characters a bit more. It’s important for the plot, but also nice in general – I feel like their dynamic is really heartwarming and it carried a lot of the chapter. Love to see trainers looking out for their pokemon and treating them as equals, especially contrasted with whatever tf is going on at this horrible-ass party. (the contrast is really clever and effective – excellent decision there) Dunk them all in the lake :[

Clovis returns™ like how the curtain is sloooowly being drawn back on this guy, figure something’s up with the figure-skating and the language switching…

I guess ‘galarian’ stands in for English here – it does make sense, since this Kalos seems to be mostly 1:1 with irl France, but it never really occurred to me that they’d be speaking French/Kalosian in this fic…

This is probably something I forgot from previous chapters, but it isn’t really clear to me who can and can’t understand pokemon in this setting. Is it everyone? Just those who are trained to? Can only some ‘mon speak? Is Odette just special somehow? If ‘mon can talk to everyone in this setting, that makes this party even more terrible, wtf

Somehow the camera app not working at these performances is the most chilling part of this. Hits way too close to home and evokes those In Too Deep feelings

Looks like Venira (?) makes a sudden appearance! Shadow/blood pokemon are one of the pieces of this story I’m a little bit foggy on – I’m guessing the one inside Odette is more of a legendary, while the ones being conjured from shinies are akin to normal ‘mon. Definitely interested to find out why shinies, in particular, are the ones capable of spawning these things, and also why Odette got to carry one.

I wonder if rich people like these are behind most of the schemes that organizations like Team Rocket get up to. It sure does feel like they’d be the types buying those poached and smuggled pokemon.

I’m guessing the low blood pressure has something to do with Venira and blood-types :lucathink:

Chapter 10

“Shit, they still have a landline? Boomers,” Noel giggled, flipping through his cards.

Did I mention I absolutely love Noel, his every line is gold

Loic causally being a vent gremlin, as one does

This is a pretty short chapter, mostly just some relaxing with Odette’s friends and her getting the scoop that her grandfather and Clovis are… cooperating?? That’s a pretty big bombshell, and definitely adding to the ‘in too deep’ vibes here. I guess at this point it’s mostly hanging in there until her meeting with Clovis, and probably keeping the fact that she listened in close to her chest, though I imagine they’re all still only scratching the surface of all this.

Related, but I love the descriptions of Loic. I don’t remember all Odette’s pokemon that well, but in contrast to Enora’s ladylikeness, he’s much more of a proper cat – slinking around the house, disappearing randomly, stealing things and stashing them everywhere :copyka: (have I mentioned that I love how you characterize pokemon)

Looks like my suspicions on Odette’s blood pressure episodes being related to whatever was inside her might be correct after all…

There’s a fun irony in Bernard getting yelled at for misplacing the phone during a work call, when in reality the misplaced phone was being used to spy on the work call that he supposedly lost the phone in :madness:

Chapter 11

Oh god, Dorian’s an obsessive texter :grohno:

I admit I can’t really blame either of them for being off-kelter at their job tbh. If I’d gone through what they had recently, and had all that on my mind, I’d probably be pretty unable to focus too. At least their coworkers and boss are being somewhat understanding (fictional) (real life could never)

Hmm, Odette’s moving… (this was probably mentioned in earlier chapters and I totally forgot) with the knowledge of some new characters who haven’t shown up yet, I’m guessing that region may be… Alola?

This is where I take a moment to compliment your prose – one of the biggest takeaways I’ve had so far is that the prose is really good at clinging to Odette and bringing out everything she feels. It’s extremely vivid, and this is one of the chapters where it absolutely shines through :okgon:

The bouqet of roses is honestly probably one of the grossest things from Dorian so far. It’s just. Textbook narcissist. It’s predatory (esp given how he seems to be hinting that he wants to get married) and boundary-pushing, but in a way that only those involved will really get it – everyone else just cheers, and you’d look like an asshole if you did anything but smile and nod along. The comment in the prose about territory marking feels really apt. Especially given that past chapter where he forced himself on Odette and then memory wiped her. I would be angry too!

I love Ange ❤️

The return of Clovis (again)… wonder what he’ll be getting up to now :copyka:

Chapter 11.5

Aka, in which we see Dorian being an immensely creepy fuck

Basically all of this description is him at his worst and also textbook narcissist, lol. I liked how you balanced his raging insecurity with how absolutely full of himself he is – the contradiction that he is and must be perfect, and yet there are others who are seemingly more perfect than him, boiling into rage and the want to do several terrible things to those people, both aptly paints him and also paints why he’s so dangerous. He is of course also uber creepy – standout moments where he insists he wouldn’t sink as low as stealing her panties, but then spends way too much time thinking about that anyway, the time where he causally fantasises about beating her, the way he swipes her personal items, the way he almost transposes her onto the strippers… honestly just The Worst Guy Ever :nauseated:

Clovis is also here, being the sole class act – it’s nice to get some more background into how he’s involved with the other side of things. I guess virtue corp’s investigation goes pretty deep in… though he can’t seem to resist getting involved when it’s to defend Odette. I’m guessing that means the Feelings™ Odette was having from before might not be so one-sided after all. Quite a twisted love triangle this is shaping up to be :V

I can understand taking like, pride/lust etc. I do wonder why you’d take Envy… if these are based off the seven deadly sins, there are some that just don’t seem like a very great trip tbh. I can’t imagine wanting to take Sloth or Gluttony. This is assuming they augment the described feeling, that is, which from this chapter they seem to?

Chapter 12

I do have to admit, using google street view is a perfectly mundane and also perfectly reasonable thing to do when someone asks you out to a potentially shady location, kudos for including it :V

Isaur hasn’t had that much interaction in these chapters. I admit I keep assuming from the name she’s an ivysaur :madness:

Noel knows where it’s at :mewlulz:

A lot of revelations this chapter! :0 I like that things are finally starting to come to a head after all that buildup, and I can tell the answers are gonna be good :copyka: it is definitely a bombshell to learn that Clovis… isn’t actually Clovis. Turns out he’s basically a souped-up undercover cop instead. I guess that’s interesting – you seem to be highlighting the strangeness of his appearance change, which is definitely making me wonder if something’s kinda fishy there. Brown -> blue eyes aside, it’s definitely weird that he so closely resembles a guy who died in the first place. Hell of a coincidence to have a highly trained person like that who just so happens to be a dead ringer…

This is part one of two, so. We’ll see what part two has in store I guess. HUGE :eyes: to see Florent finally getting a namedrop!!

Chapter 13

I just realised Dorian’s surname is French for ‘Goodman’ :madness:

Another chapter full of bombshells… I like that a lot of things are finally just coming to light, no holds barred. You’re even getting that Odette is possessed out of the way, which is a major Good™. It definitely was a lot of exposition dumping, but at this point it seems warranted—we’re at the point where it’s better to have answers, after all.

I do like the romantic tension between Odette and Clovis/Valentin a lot – it definitely feels like something that’s shared, even though Odette keeps whacking herself over the head about it. It’ll be fun to see where it goes from here :lucathink:

The whole backstory with Florent is interesting. Not too many notes on it right now – there was an explanation, but for the most part he remains a figure who’s not had too much onscreen time, so jury’s still out on him. He’s an enigma for right now.

One thing I wonder is why Team Enigma only seems to operate mainly in Kalos? I guess there’s a case if the Kalosian elite are holding the power for themselves, or if Kalos is just willing to be the place where people from all over the world go to get their illegal shit done, but I guess it makes me wonder. The picture painted seems to contain this to Kalos, when realistically I feel like the entire world’s elite would be in on this in some way.

It's valid not to leave super sensitive info in a semi-public place that gets frequented by you every day… but I’m not really sure why Valentin (supposedly) leaves all those sensitive documents in the ~other~ semi-public place that he frequents every day. Much secure :galaxeon:

Now that they have all the answers, something tells me that things are about to get shaken up soon :copyka:

Chapter 14

(skipped the April fools’ chapter, sorry; might come back to it later on)

Damn, Valentin loves his car :sadbees:

Maxence Drossel immediately second best character

Naturally Noel goes in for the kill

Your character interactions really sell and carry this fic – I love how you’ve managed to characterize this new character within his first scene and already establish a dynamic that makes him seem real! All of these characters immediately click and mesh so well, both the human and pokemon ones, and it makes me go :okgon:

I love Valentin’s team so much ❤️ He really does have a thing for ice-types :P

Hmm, I wonder if it’s this violently stormy in irl France – it seems like every other chapter there’s a dangerous-to-be-out-in thunderstorm happening :V

This was a mostly calm chapter - I did appreciate the fluffy bits after so many bombshells were dropped in short order. I also liked the description of Valentin’s place. He really does seem humble and fun to be around. Definitely not the flashy, obnoxious kind of rich.

Odette’s situation is definitely sucky :( I’d be in pretty dire straits too if I learned I was the illegitimate child of an irl supervillain. I can see how it ended up eventually breaking down – it was going to come out at some point, and Noel happened to be the unfortunate recipient of that anger. Hopefully they’ll be able to make up once they’ve all calmed down a little. Until then… I guess it’s time for Odette and Valentine to spend some time together! Guess it’s going to be interesting to see what he’s got to say to her in private. Hopefully not any more bombshells, there’s been quite a few of those :madness:

Chapter 15

Aka Horny On Main, The Chapter

I’d build that puzzle :okgon:

Another doozy of a chapter for sure. I feel like this is the fourth time in a row I’ve said that :grohno:

I liked the conversation and bonding between Odette and Valentin. It really feels natural, and made 13K words go by really quickly. I keep saying over and over that the characters and their interactions are the best aspect of this fic, and I’ll reiterate here – they feel real and raw and heartwarming. I already feel like I know Valentin deeply, and he and Odette have extremely good chemistry, and the make-up between Odette and Noel is one of the most heartwarming scenes in the fic. It’s one thing to tell everyone they’re good friends, but another to show it, and you did a great job of showing it here :okgon: (Noel is still best character)

I guess it was coming up that Odette would have to spill the beans on being possessed by Venira, and would have to reckon with how it’s affected her over the years. I wasn’t expecting the stuff with Dorien drugging her to be tackled so quickly either – it definitely felt like a huge upset, and made both of them upset too. I was surprised by how quickly feelings rose, admittedly – not that it feels out of character necessarily (especially for Odette), it just felt… jarring, I guess. :V It did get resolved fairly quickly, though. I guess the Super Important Backstory in the past is still locked behind a barrier that can’t be accessed until later. Can’t have that this early in the story :sadbees:

Chapter 16

Omg, it’s the exact same dream setting as the one I use for Espurr :madness: eldritch dream club!!

I love how the most important thing about this is the décor, lol

I already love Venira

Fascinating chapter in general; definitely a breakaway from what was there previously! I will be honest – despite being one of the longest chapters in the fic, I didn’t really feel it? I felt like the interaction between Odette and Odile carried the chapter really well, and it didn’t really feel rushed or disjointed anywhere. So I guess in response to your notes at the beginning of the chapter, as a reader I didn’t really think anything stood out to me or felt rushed; however, I do have more stamina for Chonkload Chapters than normal people do, so definitely get a few other opinions :V If you want to split it, somewhere around “do you like stories?” feels like the most breakable point.

I love Venira/Odile in general – she’s such a comic relief character and I love her sense of humour. It definitely wasn’t what I expected from her, and she’s so entertaining that despite mostly being there for exposition, I loved every minute of it – she’s got some of the best lines in the fic.

At this point, I guess she’s going to become a mainstay similar to the Envy in Dorien’s head. It’ll be interesting to have her around.

Another note I’ll say is that at this point, it’s been. Five long chapters of exposition. I imagine that’s coming to an end, but do hope things shift gears a little in the coming chapters – I definitely feel like there’s been a lot unloaded at once with no real reprieve (and part of what made this chapter feel so breezy is that it’s something different from the straight Odette/Noel/Valentin bombshell barrage we’ve had for like the last six chapters).

Chapter 17

Looks like, as the chapter suggests, this really is back to reality :sadbees:

The standout scene of the chapter is of course the talk between Enora and Odette. I guess I can kind of see both sides – it’s understandable that Odette would be mad that her pokemon of twelve years had basically been lying to and betraying her trust for all that time, but also, like. Enora has Been Through Some Stuff. So I can’t really blame her for hiding what she did. It’s not really fair to expect her to magically have known that it would all go over well, and given the circumstances of having a literal demon inside you, I’d be scared of telling others that too! Hopefully it’ll be resolved soon, though – I feel like Odette tends to fly off the handle at people and then calm down later.

The other scenes were alright too – I’m interested to see the confrontation between Odette and her mom when it eventually reaches that point. It feels like she’s trying to pent it all up, and that’s not working – eventually it’s going to boil over and she’s going to melt down. Somehow. I can already tell by the way she’s acting just thinking about Dorien that it’s not a sustainable situation. I guess there’s not much else to do but wait for shit to inevitably hit the fan…

Chapter 18

This was a shorter, but interesting chapter. I guess it’s kind of an interlude/first true return to normalcy, with Odette trying not to fly off the handle despite knowing everything she knows now. It definitely is a bit harder with how much she’s dealing with right now – not surprised his usual antics, coupled with the fact that she knows he drugged him now, is enough to drive her right up to the edge.

God, Dorien really is just textbook narcissist – acting controlling, pushing the blame on others, invading personal space, and now he’s going to the next level of trying to cut her off from other guys. And of course the guilt tripping of “why don’t you spend more time with meeeeee” – just like him to make others feel guilty for his own damn shit. Just really gross. We’re not even in his pov and I can feel the slimy vibes rolling off him. I like how you write Odette’s distate for him, even contrasting what she says with what she thinks. The leer he sends Solene at the end is nasty.

If nothing else, the chapter definitely drives home the point that this isn’t a sustainable situation by any means – if just this afternoon was enough to drive her to the brink multiple times, one of which ended up with Dorien nearly getting axed, I doubt this is going to last much longer. It’s not going to be long until she breaks, and idk at what point Dorien is going to catch on or not. The act is definitely falling apart some, and he’s suave enough to keep a lid on what he really thinks. I guess he’ll probably wait for her to play into her hands in any case :V

Chapter 19

Another transitional chapter ft. Dorian. Looks like in this one, he’s gone from overbearing and narcissistic to straight-up threatening, I guess. I definitely feel like he knows a bit more than he’s letting on here, and I have a feeling he might spring that trap soon.

More of the cracks are showing too – it feels like life is piling in harder and harder on Odette, I guess it’s not a massive surprise that a completely random (and traumatizing, to be fair!) event like nearly getting t-boned on the highway would lead to her exploding and almost expelling Odile. Definitely a close one, and only adding to the growing thread of tension that she’s probably going to slip up somewhere.

And Dorien’s buddies are back! Aaand just as obnoxious as they were in the interlude chapter :V of course they’re racing on public roads, and of course they’ve got shit like Bugattis. And naturally, they’d be dining at a restaurant with prices set too high for the Commoners™ to dine at (like, wtf, 40 euro for lowest price on the menu transcends being expensive; at that point it’s an insult on a plate). All around savory crowd, I’d be noping out of that pretty quickly.

A nice, tension-building chapter, and releasing some of it with the scream brought it all to a head nicely :okgon:

Chapter 20

Wow, now Odette has not just one but two people chiming in on her Super Secret Crush™ 😔 rotom-phone is kind of a privacy invasion now that I think about it, isn’t it? I wonder how many rotoms get into petty shit with their phone-users and decide to fuck things up, or get brought forward as witnesses/used for surveillance…

I guess this chapter is mostly about Odette talking with her mom, something that’s been lingering on the horizon but Odette’s been pointedly avoiding until now. There’s a lot of things in this chapter that she’s either avoiding or has been for a while – her crush on Valentin, Enora and Solise, her mom…

It was nice to finally get some closure on what happened when Florence and Vienna are together. Her description of him rings eerily close to what Odette and Dorien have going on. It makes me wonder what Vienna would think if she knew the entire truth of what Odette was going through currently (and maybe she does know a part of it – the false name seemed more like a deflection than a truth tbh).

I also loved that there was some closure on Odette and her struggles with her team! I was waiting for that to happen, and though the scene was short and sweet, it wasn’t disappointing – it’s one of the few scenes that hasn’t been resolved with a bunch of talking, and after everything that’s transpired these few chapters, that feels right for this scene. It does feel a lot like the conclusion of an arc – there are still questions, but most everything present has either been addressed or kind of tied up, and now there’s only the future to look to.

Overall:

Alright, we’re at the end! I confess my brain has kind of melted over several hours of this, so if things seem a bit patchy here and there, that’s why :V

I really enjoyed reading this, as usual – your writing is excellent and published book quality tbh, and your characters feel very vibrant and real. If I had to levy a criticism, the biggest one I have is length and pace – I feel like things tend to drag on, which can be great for slower scenes, but it also makes the pace of things drag. A lot of exposition happened in these chapters, and part of me wonders if there’s places where things could have been cut/combined/sheered down to size a bit. It would definitely help the unwieldy chapter lengths some too – it’s definitely hard to break them with how long single scenes can get, but despite them being good, it might be a sign that they go on a bit long at times.

On the whole, I’m interested to see where this goes, though – especially since from storycrafter prompts, I believe the alola gang will be involved in this at some point later on? (not sure how long this is going to be, admittedly) My biggest want for the future is to see things kick into higher gear a little – I feel like we’ve been in exposition mode for a while and pretty much all the answers/reactionary drama has played out now. If there’s a time to ratchet into things starting to happen, it’s sometime around now for sure.

Overall, lovely time, and I admire your writing and dialogue a lot! (I aspire to write characters and dynamics as real and fluid as yours) Until next time, and happy writing! :veelove:

~SparklingEspeon
 

tomatorade

The great speckled bird
Location
A town at the bottom of the ocean
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. quilava
  2. buizel
heyo! here for catnip/blitz/live/laugh/love. rambling on to the end of time.

Only did the prologue and first chapter because am still sleepy :[ but I enjoyed this enough that I hope to return sometime this week. Also for those juicy, juicy points of course.

Prologue

Horny? In this christian fanfic?

Overall pretty crazy as a prologue lmao. Here we follow one man's eternal quest to kill a baby. And yet somehow he loses to it. The highlights here are definitely the evil(?) eldritch weirdo god pokemon and Florent so I'll mostly talk about those.

The sin-based god pokemon are interesting. I wonder if that's arbitrary or going to turn into some crazier worldbuilding at some point. Not that it isn't crazy now. There's the idea that they use people as hosts in some sense. Or maybe not hosts, Florent at least seems pretty separate from Gullative. Though at the same time his kid does not seem very separate from his eldritch creature and is not having a great time. The implications are interesting for the moment. I can't tell whether Florent forced a god on his kid or that's just the consequences of being a child of Florent. In any case, that seems like bad vibes for future Odette especially given wrath has not been talked about fondly so far.

Gullative remains interesting more than anything else for the moment. I can't tell whether it's because we're in Florent's shoes for now, alongside Florent being a strong presence in his own right but gluttony he hasn't managed to make much of a presence for now. Well, he ate twenty people, but that doesn't leave much of an emotional impact lol. Even Armel's diary kinda just goes Armel didn't like that and moves on.

Florent seems like a very cool and very emotional stable guy.

I really liked him(as a character actually). I mean, he sucks for obvious reasons, he's kind of commanding, kind of impulsive, kind of incompetent. Extremely self-centered. Or at least those are the vibes I got. It's extremely funny to me that he can only realise showing your child twenty men getting eaten is a bad idea in retrospect. Though his excuse is that gluttony makes him impulsive. Sure, bud. And I didn't see what happened the second you saw Odette.

I love this sense that Vienna just does not think or Care about Florent anymore. We don't see her this chapter, so I could be wrong, but the way this is written gives me the sense that Florent is this seething incel furious that a woman pulled one over on him and thus structuring his entire life around petty revenge, meanwhile she's drinking wine and working a nine-to-five in Kalos.

But of course he completely changes his mind when he sees a baby lol. I would complain about how sudden a turn it is, but honestly that seems entirely in character. And I really liked this scene. It's a little weird and uncomfortable how sincere and wholesome it wants to be. In a vacuum it would be kind of touching, but then you remember it's Florent. And some of that sentiment is still stuck behind him conceiving of her as his property, anyways.

Still, I like whatever amount of humanity it gives him. It's a nice backdrop for eldritch god creatures that eat people.

As a prologue I felt this was a little long but none of that length really felt unnecessary. A little character study on who I'm assuming is the villain of the story never hurt anyone.

Chapter 1

admittedly, the first line is a little awkward. feels strange to be in Odette's perspective and thinking about the colour of her eyes. Anyway. Cats reference, sinner detected.

You've got a little banter section here that I like, aside from the blasphemous cats inclusion. Some deft handlign of exposition. The exposition itself is a little straightforward but it does inject some momentum for the rest of the scene, shich is then carried by Noel and Odette's chemisty. I like the setting as a backdrop--it feels important to their characters and the differences in roles distinguish them slightly. Aside from some strong, immediately detectable personalities. You've also done a great job progressing the scene alongside the banter. Even if most of the scene exists for Odette and Noel, I like that they occasionally interact with the goings on of the play and it feels like time is passing as they talk.

I see. So this is a detective novel actually. How curious--the case of the crimson consumable. How old are these people? I'm guessing I'll get an answer sooner or later but I'm currently wondering if this will be more robert downey jr sherlock or that one sherlock who was a teenage girl.

This transitions into the lore section of the fanfic. I appreciate in general that these tidbits of info are doled out at a reasonabel pace. The shiny trade and fantasy designer drugs are nowhere near the wackiness we've already seen and I imagine eldritch gods won't show up for a bit, so best to get a baseline while things are still normal lol.

The shiny trade make sense in a depressing way. We've got plenty of exotic pet trading irl. Though I think I remember from your contest oneshot that pokemon are pretty smart in your verse, so I have to wonder how an exotic pet-esque trade will work int hat case.

I am intrigued, overall. I like the setup. There are a lot of different little threads to tug on for the future--none of which lead to any obvious conclusions--but I'm always excited for a story where I can't quite tell where it's heading. Though I will bet Florent is involved in this team Enigma and selling drugs. Just seems like something he'd do.

And then we get back to the play.

These backstory hints work well for the most part. I like that you're playing it a little coy. Maybe a little too coy--the way you word it (that thing, those words etc...)--feels a little pointed to the boundary of irritating, but could be changed with some minor rewording. Otherwise, it's peaked my curiousity. It adds a great level of depth to Odette as a character. The sense that she's hanging around this space she used to love, waiting for the feeling to come back is tangible and tragic. Girl will do literally anything but go to therapy. I especially like her later reflections on the things she's going to miss in Lumiose. I almost wish it was expanded a little bit, but that's pure selfishness. Still, the things she hangs on are warm and nostalgic in a believably specific way.

Don't have as much to say on the final scene. It's well written consistent witht the rest of the chapter, but doesn't have as strong of a point to it until we get into her reflecting on her move. I still like the banter and you do a commendable job balancing three speaking characters which is always a pain in the ass. The argument about which pokemon type is the best performer is funny. A little too goofy maybe. It's some pokemon npc dialogue for sure but it's mostly just a throwaway thing so I don't really mind.

I wonder about her move. You get the sense (and are told directly) that it's supposed to be a clean slate, but I don't know if that was Odette's motive behind the move or just a thing she can agree with to placate her friends. Also oooooh pokemon training once more, I see. Of course I doubt any of this will end up happening lol. There's some good dramatic irony in knowing the prologue and knowing that staying in Lumiose will provide some juicy juicy drama and knowing that she probably will not see Alola that much in this fic. Or the entire plot could happen over the course of three months, which is certainly possible.

I also like the impllications knowing Florent moved to Lumiose just to watch her. Bro will not be happy with her moving lmao.

Overall the setup is setting everything up. I saw that you were planning to turn this into an original novel at some point, and so far that seems doable lol. There's a lot of original stuff going on here and all of it has been fun and interesting so far. Also not overwhelming. A general problem with fantasy (maybe less so urban fantasy) is a deluge of proper nouns and lore info which I in particular am not into. So thankfully I thought you spread out everything pretty evenly--I got enough time to digest and ask questions before we moved onto the next thing and etc. The writing is solid throughout--and especially in regards to characters, which were definitely the strong point overall. I never found any typos or grammar issues and actually reading was a breeze.

Like I said earlier, I enjoyed and am hoping to return later. :]
 

Umbramatic

The Ghost Lord
Premium
Location
The Yangverse
Pronouns
Any
Partners
  1. reshiram
  2. zygarde
Here for Review Blitz! I'm going to read through Chapter 4 of these SWAN SHENANIGANS

Odette, probably: "fuck the police". Or she would if ol' grandaddy wasn't a cop.

Gasp! someone called her SMALL

I love the bit with an Arcanine blowing smoke out of its nose

Gasp! You made Odette SAD

Lmao Bernard not trusting her on a motorcycle

mmmmmmmmmmmm, oreos

lmaooooooooooo the oreo game, that's cute

you have to do it, odette. you have to poke the beartic

all this stuff about Shiny Hunting bering really illegal and unethical has gotten increasingly akward for me now i've dived headfirst into it in the acttual games.

also for a sec i forgot sacrelige was the no good bad drug

"You're stressed old man"

oh yeah, that bot with ther conkeldurr from last chapter. i didn't know they were carnivores either

yeah, call the cops on fucking dorien

ooooh, voice activation keys for pokeballs

Odette Processes Her Anger Issues, She Is Fine

I am very curious as to the Thing Odette keeps alluding to here

Odette is now stress eating Oreos. Mood.

hooo boy. Odette has found a Conspiracy. How deligfhtfl!

lmao the rotom phone's commentary

LMAOOOOOOOOO SHE'S GOING TO KICK NOEL'S FUCKING ASS

so many calls to voicemail....

--------

this was an intresting chapter! we get to see Odette's grandpa (and his doggo), learn more about the fic's situation and its world, learnmore about Odette, and uncover some delicious bitts of conspiracy. Not bad when most of the chapter takes place in one room.

Thanks for posting!
 

K_S

Unrepentent Giovanni and Rocket fan
Hi, here for blitzing, ready?

Chapter 1 review/reaction.

I wonder if she reads in tune. Planting the notes to the narritive. Certian classical music it would fit, more gentle music... less so.

Leathal amounts of a drug in its system and the mon still managed to handle the gun? That bit of mix messeging- wonder if Odette hit a paywall and couldn't keep reading...

Or a wild Noel could appear.

It'll be interesting to see a Team from a civi perspective. Most of the times its heros or villians being the p.o.v. and our cast are actors.

These folks seem to be treating the Team like an interesting case of mythbusters. Gossiping about facts and rumors around thier daily (weather turbulant) lives. Wonder if the Team knows thst the lay treat them like a grimdark soap opera.

I wonder what kicked off thier fascination with the Team?

Also which of our cast have shinies?

And Odettes grandpa is a cop. Yipe, its more than morbid curiousity for her then isnt it?

Glad Noels looking out for Odette, even hes as much partner in crime as friend at this point.

Acada does not seem like one to cross.
Mother tier micromanaging and all. That, and she clearly has the employee phone tree to. Shes too powerful.

Well if it was my last day i'd slack too. So is Noel acrophobic or does he get airplane sick?

I wonder what made her change her dreams. She is a good fit for what she does but i'm guessing her anxiety has something to do with it. Anxiety and clearly some sort of trauma, possible s.a.?

I know Acadia means well but i'm worried Odette is going to throw up if she eats in this state.

Seems like her health is pretty hard hit. Pre-me bleed out, or something else? Alola might be a good fit for her and her shiny mon so she can get out of dodge as things with Enigma seem to be picking up.

At least the people seeing her off seem to be good folks even if they dont quite get the state she is in.
 

JFought

Sloooowly writing...
Location
HCL
Pronouns
they/them
Partners
  1. jfought-sword
  2. jfought-blue
  3. deerling-summer
  4. charmeleon
  5. vulpix
  6. monferno
  7. herdier-oscar
  8. swoobat-benigno
Hello there, I’m back for review blitz to make some more progress on this fic! I read through four chapters again this time, including some pretty long ones, and oh boy does a lot happen in them. So let’s get to it!

Thoughts on Chapters 7-10:
  • It’s neat to see Noel coming along with Odette for the party this time around! He’s definitely making himself comfortable, it seems :P.

  • We’re introduced to Clovis, who Odette immediately falls for. You definitely sell the dreaminess of him: he’s such a smooth talker in a way that’s noticeably different from Dorien. Like, there’s an element of authenticity to him where he really does seem to take interest in other people. A kind of natural charisma, as opposed to Dorien, whose charisma is entirely an act. We get to see this in his interactions with Isaur (it’s really fun how she falls for him too :P), showing a certain kind of respect for Pokémon that hints that he’s at least a better person than most of the people here. And of course he has a cute Snom partner, so he can’t be that bad.

  • holy shit dorien sucks so much it’s great in how horrible it is. I’m curious about his rivalry with Clovis: there definitely seems to be something deeper there.

  • I was not expecting the demon Pokémon. Like, I knew about the Blood type going into this story, and that there were associated fakemon, but I actually thought it was limited to the Sin legendaries. So I was just as surprised as Odette here when those two got sent out for a battle! The implication seems to be that manifesting these things is the true purpose of both the Sacrilege drug and the shiny trade… I’m curious to learn more about them, and just why shiny Pokémon are able to manifest them in the first place.

  • Chapter 8 is basically The Theorizing Chapter, and I like the moment we take here to really put together all the information that’s been learned so far, especially with how much happened in the previous chapter. I think a large part of what makes it work so well is the chemistry between Odette and Noel. It’s just fun to watch them interact and bounce off each other, their friendship is probably the highlight of these three chapters for me. Noel just performs very well in his role of support character, and I like how he really dedicates himself to trying to act as an anchor for Odette in these chapters, bailing her out of uncomfortable situations with Dorien and doing his best to bring levity into the situations they find themselves in.

  • Dang, everyone trying to buy Enora off of Odette is just sickening to watch. I do wish we got a little more of Enora’s reaction in that moment, since I’d imagine she’s not taking to it too well either, and given her discomfort around the situation, it’d be interesting to see to set the stage for the conversation she has with Odette in a little bit.

  • "Enora doesn't have a taste for alcohol," Odette said. "None of my partners do. Except for Isaur, but she's just a foodie."

    Saying that out loud made her furrow her brow. None of her partners were drinkers, except for Isaur.

    Huh...
    Is she gonna figure it out? :copyka:

  • One thing I have to say is just how well you sell the vapidness and mundane cruelty of high society, both in this chapter and in Chapter 7. Like these are noooot good people, and we get so many insights into how little they think of both people and Pokémon. And like, the gossip, the social politicking, the extravagance of it all -- you really didn’t spare any details, it makes sensewhy these chapters ended up so long. That moment where Odette and Enora just kind of lean on the bar, feeling like shit, overwhelmed by the depravity of the shiny trade; I feel them in that moment. It’s very earned.
    • Also I just liked that conversation they had, and how they both come to understand each other's viewpoints (Odette realizing the stress she’s putting her pokémon through, and Enora realizing why trying to put a stop to this is important to her).
  • After that, Clovis comes in for another conversation, this time a bit more productive! The setup around him is interesting so far, where his characterization points towards him being a good person, but the information that we actually know about him is unreliable.

  • Wrath finally manifests itself. And with the way Dorien reacts, I definitely think he’s trying to get to Venira now. Though it’s interesting how he phrases his question: “how did you do that?” It feels a bit specific, like he’s tipping his hand a bit regarding his goals. Though it’s hard to say exactly what answer he’s looking for here…

  • Chapter 10 opens with some fun banter: I always appreciate these moments in the fic. It really works well with the pacing after the climax of Chapter 9.

  • And then Loic clutches up with that phone maneuver, and we get a ton of new insight. Clovis is with Virtue Corp, just as Odette put together in Chapter 8. And they do seem like they might be genuine in their opposition to the shiny trade and Team Enigma. Though that leads us back to those same questions Odette and Noel were asking earlier: "why cover it up?" I also like some of the dramatic irony here, where they have no idea how much Odette has already figured out for herself (oof on Bernard not wanting her to know he’s involved: that’s literally how she got involved!). The signs do seem to be pointing towards them having good intentions, obviously not wanting Odette to get hurt (and it seems Clovis might reciprocate Odette’s crush), though at this point she knows a little bit too much to back out. I’ll be curious to see where her conversation with Clovis goes, presumably in the next chapter…
Odette had never witnessed such an atmosphere surrounding a mere exhibition battle.. For all she knew, it was staged down to the movement.
I think you either wanted a single period or an ellipses here.

“A word of advice: walk out of here while you still can. What you just saw was a disgusting show of greed that you’d be better off not getting involved in. ”
There's an accidental space right before the quotation mark at the end.

Though, no way was happening.
Missing "that."

I feel like every time I come back to this fic, I remember just how much I like it. Just a ton of really good characterization and intrigue, and the pacing feels perfect for what the story is trying to accomplish. Clovis is a great addition to the cast so far: he’s an interesting character, and I like the twist he’s introducing into things, with him being friendly, yet also connected to an organization with unclear goals. The involvement of Virtue Corp has been a pretty big question mark so far, so it'll interesting to see just what answers Odette will be able to get from him, and how that will change the dynamics at play moving forward. Especially now that Venira has showed herself: I don't imagine there's any closing that box now that it's open. I'm looking forward to seeing where it all goes!
 

Chibi Pika

Stay positive
Staff
Premium
Location
somewhere in spacetime
Pronouns
they/them
Partners
  1. pikachu-chibi
  2. lugia
  3. palkia
  4. lucario-shiny
  5. incineroar-starr
  6. grovyle-ralsen
Here we go, finally getting back into this with chapters 14-20. God, it's been ages since I read these first three and it feels like I've had chicken-scratch notes for them floating around forever. Decided to give them another quick pass because my memory desperately needed jogging

Aaaanyway, it's been a while, but we left off with a brief recount of the conspiracy and are now heading to Valentin's place to get the full scoop. More reveals~ It's still so wild to me that we spent years with Clovis as Clovis and now he's suddenly Valentin. Why yes, I realize that I am FAR from one to talk, over here with Stalker Sebastian Grovyle Ralsen Shepherd,

Good lord Noel is being utterly shameless with his flirting here :madness:

Enjoy seeing Valentin's team and their little bits of character on display. Also holy cow that’s gotta be an entire aquarium there to house a Lapras.

Oh boy, he’s got an entire pepe sylvia board for his conspiracy tracking.

Lmao when she texted Dorien I’d honestly forgotten they were still dating, it just got lost in all the everything.

It’s so easy to take for granted what Odette's family drama is like after hearing her tell it in various RPs. But in those cases, she's used to it, she's had time to process it and make jokes about it. Here, it's fresh and painful and raw.

Ouch, Odette snapping at Noel like this hurts bad. Her thoughts are desperate to backpedal while her mouth is still running. It's obvious that they both care a lot, but man...

Time for O to be awkward with her crush! :wigglyhappy: Nah, bu for real, though we have seen the two of them with decent chemistry before, it’s reasonable and realistic for them to both be sweating over small talk right now. Especially given the circumstances. The mutual working-on-a-puzzle makes for a nice bit of physical detail here to keep the long conversation from feeling like disembodied dialogue in a void (something I struggle with regularly).

I am both amused by O’s roller coaster of a thought process re: Valentin's arranged marriage but also it makes sense. His fiance being more obnoxious than dorien is one hell of an achievement! "Oh my gods, Valentin, how could you not wear the right tie?" had me in stitches.

Nice job with Valentin’s ace-spec experiences. Man I’d forgotten he’d taken the lust drug to try to fix himself. Ouch.

Gotta say, Valentin is handling this like a champ. I enjoy how chill (haha ice) he is even when getting chewed out by O here while she's currently stuck in the tar pit of anger after learning about being drugged. I'd managed to forget that she also had missing memories from years ago, not just the glass-breaking date. Yeaahhh, that'd be pretty unnerving. Not to mention her being equally offended that solene got drugged too--that makes it cut a lot deeper. There's a really good impression that this isn’t just emotional disregulation, this is the literal embodiment of wrath here.

And heeeere we go, they’ve pieced together that it's Venira, and I suspect that we'll be seeing her soon :copyka:

Anyway, this was a long one, but it was packed with romantic tension and angst and friendship drama and much-needed catharsis at the end there. I'm glad we got to see Odette regretting yelling at Noel. Even if he brushes off the apology, it's still good to see her being conscious of how she treats her friend, even while going through the mental trenches. And hey, maybe knowing the source of it can help her going forward!

(Side note but I like the mention of Noel checking for wiretaps, just a fun reminder that he's every bit the sleuther as she is.) This stuff is relevant to his interests even aside from it being centered around his bestie!

Sheeee's heeeeere. :copyka2:

Well, this environment is sure a hell of an image right off the bat. Makes me think of the limbo space inside Gluttony in FMA.

It's extremely funny that this ancient wrath god cares so much about one human's opinion to be actually invested in whether or not Odette likes the decorations. It's ridiculous and petty and great at setting the tone of the conversation for the few folks who haven't already seen Venira in other media.

Also very funny that, well... I guess a blood god would expect living beings to recognize their own blood. And probably have a hard time understanding why that isn't something we're particularly inclined towards. :unquag:

> "I want to hear you say it"
smth smth edward cullen

With this whole place being a dreamscape kinda, it really shouldn't be that surprising that Venira looks like O! I mean, I'd have assumed she can look like anything she wants to here.

Ahaaa, I’d been wondering about why Venira was called Odile for aaages, especially since there's only one of her. Now here’s the part where I confess that I didn’t know how to pronounce Odile until looking it up just now.

Huh, I'm surprised that that many Legendaries were timeless! Especially the sin ones, I think I'd always imagined they'd have been born at the dawn of, well... humanity, or at the very least, sentient beings who could have sin in their hearts. But then, we've got the lake trio over here with willpower, knowledge, and emotion being born at the dawn of time long before there were ever mortal beings to feel those things, so I guess it's not much different from them.

Anyway, the partnership real, finally! The chapter was long as heck, but tbh I don't think there's any way on earth you could have reasonably split it without it feeling super unnatural since it's all one conversation. Would have just disrupted the pacing either way, so keeping it all in one was probably the best call.

Oh boy, a classic "middleman translator" situation. Yeah I can already tell Odile is gonna say some stuff that O would rather not relay. :unquag:

> And that I think he needs to kill his entire Pokemon team.
Oh my godddd that was fast. :unquag: At least he played it off well enough!

Oh, here we go, confirmation that Dorien is intentionally trying to piss O off with their dating adventures. I knew there was no way he genuinely thought she liked him, but he's genuinely pretty good at playing the lovestruck moron who's just obsessed with owning his prize. Man, these conversations would be fascinating from his point of view, I bet. They would probably also be very hard to read. :unquag:

Man, now I'm wondering just what happened in secondary school to get her Vice Dusted that bad. I wonder if Dorien made a move on trying to flush out Venira back then, too. But then, if that were the case, why would he have let things lie quiet for like 4 years, hmm...

Wow, it was easy to forget she had class still. My brain was just like "ah yes, the conspiracy is all that they really need to be occupied with." I like how after the wall of chapters full of reveals, O suddenly has to go back to her normal life and it's weird and uncanny to pretend like everything's normal.

Side note, but I do appreciate the fact that O attends trainer school, since I tend to follow the line of thinking that the average adult not on a training journey would struggle to get a full Pokemon team the enrichment they need without help. Also type specializations being useful because of overlapping care requirements.

Vienna squinted. “Are you forgetting you rented my uterus for seven months and gave me these things called ‘motherly instincts?’”
god, she's ridiculous, I love her

Technically it's not that implausible for Vienna to still be fussing over O at eighty--I've had a couple relatives make it to 98!

You conceived me with a psycho.
:copyka2:

Man, I really love how that fact just will not leave her head this entire convo. The tension from how it keeps resurfacing and threatening to make her actually say it. Eventually she's gonna snap at her mom, but now is not that time.

“For inside Pokemon he wants? Legendary?” Loïc said from his spot at Odette's side. He hadn
Line cuts off here.

Ohhh man, the implication that Enora might have known. Until now, I'd been reeling from the fact that a blood-type could lie undetected in a shiny's bloodstream but ohhhhh man, she knew. And like, I get why she wouldn't have wanted to reveal it until now, but man.

Eeveelutions 👏 with 👏 claws

you lied to me and your whole time this entire time,
"team" I think?

Anyway, a bit of a transitional chapter but a sorely-needed one after all the reveals. Plus a few more reveals of its own, with Enora! I can see why you decided to revamp the Pokespeech mechanics in this setting, as this would have played out quite differently if O couldn't understand Eevees. But no, she and Enora are conversational, which makes it hit all the harder that Enora never said anything, especially once O started, y'know, looking into the blood-types.

Hoo boy, she's gonna have a hard time keeping her cool around Dorien now, huh. A week away from him isn't long enough, lmao.

Outside waiting for you 😘
Thanks I hate it

Dying from her half-finished text and Rotom cutting her off from saying . Someone edit a Rotom face onto Clippy.

“I’m just saying. We are dating, are we not? It feels odd that you don’t spend that time with me.”
Oh my god, I know everything out of his mouth is a performance but spare me from this amatonormative garbage Dorien, gahhhh.

“You know people in my world talk, right? Gossip is like a drug for them. And I don’t want to be the couple that fuels their habits. I also don’t want anyone to think you might be, how do I say this politely…” He tapped at his chin. “Loose.”
the-lord.png

I do find myself wondering, though... we now know for certain that he wants to provoke her anger to flush out Venira, but how much does he know about her motivations for the fake dating? I feel like there's got to come a point where they both know they're acting and drop the pretenses... right? Thaaat's gonna be an intense convo.

I do enjoy how even though Odile provokes and indulges in displays of anger plenty, she still has a bit of like, pragmatism here and there. As fun as it would be to go nuclear on Dorien here, it would not be particularly useful. :unquag:

He looked proud of himself, making his face astronomically more maimable
There are many excellent turns of phrase like this in this chapter. Actually, in general I've noticed a lot of fun descriptions in the prose throughout the past few chapters.

Aww, Loïc... Mimikyu affections are a good. :>

she no longer like she was going to collapse.
"felt" like

OH SNAP :wowzard:

Right, I did not expect to Solene to go that far, daaamn. Those eyes show no remorse, lmao. This right here is some pure Gothitelle indifference.

Okay so.... I know that Solene was out of line there, I get that it was a really bad look, could have majorly compromised the mission, buuuuut... I have a hard time blaming her. :copyka2:

Aaand it's indirectly led to O having to go to lunch with the Dorien crew. Of course they'd turn out to be the dipshits who ran the red light and nearly got her and Noel killed way back when. :unquag:

Oh man, if Odile is the voice of reason, you know it's bad. I guess this gives us a good look at what not to let happen here. At least it didn't happen anywhere Dorien could see it. Man, it's kinda wild that in the face of all this criminal conspiracy and demon legendary business, a motor accident almost ended up being the worst thing to happen to her here. And she's pretty damn shaken up by it too, as would be expected.

(Also I'm now laughing too hard at how hilariously on-the-nose this chapter title is, lmao)

Allrighty, I think that's where I'll stop. Should be pretty easy to hit Chapter 20 sometime after blitz. We made some pretty big headway with the plot here! Tons of reveals you'd been sitting on for ages, and even though most of them weren't necessarily new to anyone who's seen Odette in extracanon material, it's still fun. And it's not like there were no reveals for the RP crowd! The Enora one in particular, hot damn.

Oh yeah, and I do appreciate the shorter chapters following so many big bombshells in a row, aha. Until next time~!
 
Last edited:
Chapter 21 - Oh, Brother

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed
Staff
Premium
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
  5. mimikyu

White Swan.jpg
Chapter 21: Oh, Brother
CWs: Strong Language
Author's Note: Hi hi! Silently laughing to myself right now because of the amount of people who have reviewed up to this point saying "Oh, thanks for the downtime!"

Downtime is over, ladies and gents. At least, for now.

I had a blast writing this chapter, as its been in my head for years. However, I fear that the pacing and general "atmosphere" might not have hit a home run here, so please let me know what you think. As always, thank you for reading, and good luck! 🤍🖤
Odette had never been one to get seasick. But, standing on the dock in the Azure Shipyard, beholding the mammoth of a yacht she’d be perusing for the day, she felt her stomach churning as if she were stuck aboard an ocean liner in the middle of a castform-induced hurricane. She had affixed her gaze on the striking red letters painted in an imperious script along the side of the unusually pointed bow.

S.S. Mystic Milotic.

The words looked like bloody wounds slashed into the ship’s pristine white skin. Bold, in the most threatening kind of way. It was enough to make her shudder.

Dorien slinging his arm around her didn’t help. He was always in a chipper mood—in a very smug sort of way, of course—but today felt different. He was more excited than usual. Maybe he was anticipating this event more than the rest. Or, maybe he just really liked boats.

The second thought made her wrinkle her nose, and her eyes sunk down to the breast pocket of his striking champagne-colored suit jacket. Was he hiding more Vice Dust in there? Was he going to rile her up again and blow it in her face when Odile stayed rooted inside her soul? The number of immaculately dressed people sauntering up the entrance ramp should have been enough to ease her fears, but she didn’t put it past Dorien to drug her in front of a crowd. Hell, if they were all in on the shit Enigma was doing, perhaps it would be another Wednesday for them.

The lull of static in her ear brought her back to her senses, and she had to resist bringing her finger up to her earpiece, even as Noel’s voice filled her head.

“Testing, one, two, testing.” A brief silence. “Sorry, probably not the best time to do that…”

Although Noel wasn’t invited to this particular outing, he still begged to be involved somehow. Valentin decided his social graces would still prove useful, even from a distance, and he was excitedly whisked off by a discreet Virtue Corp vehicle that morning to board the Virtue Corp submarine that was going to follow the Mystic Milotic out on its voyage. Provided that Valentin wasn’t busting her balls when he told her that that was the plan. It sounded so absurd when he said it. But, with the amount of money they seemed to be sitting on, the idea that they had a godsdamned submarine on hand wasn’t that farfetched.

Testing, one, two, testing, Odile said back. When Noel didn’t reply, she groaned. Darn. Guess it doesn’t work like that.

“Ignore us, Odette, Odile, we’re just ensuring the connection down here is functioning.” Valentin’s voice made the sense of longing well up within her; both for a kiss and his presence here today. She knew she wasn’t getting either.

On top of discovering Noel couldn’t come along, she also learned that Valentin—or rather, Clovis—was also not on the guest list for this event. He hypothesized that this was one of those thresholds he’d yet to pass during his undercover work, leaving her to pick up the slack. She didn’t anticipate that she’d be left on her own so soon, but busting a conspiracy left her open to blindside after blindside.

Odette was still amazed at how well her earpiece had been fitted into her new gold ear cuff. It was so inconspicuous that she’d have never known it was there had Valentin not been the one to present it to her and point it out. “I know you don’t have your ears pierced,” he’d said, bashfulness lending a subtle flavor to his tone, “so this is the best we could do.”

Odette guessed this was the plus of being affiliated with an organization sitting on infinite amounts of money and resources. Nevermind the way her heart fluttered when she realized he had taken note of her lack of piercings—a prominent side effect of her raging trypanophobia—she was very curious about what other super spy-level gadgets were coming her way, not including discreet submarines. But, she’d have gladly traded the neat tech for the peace of mind of knowing Valentin would be physically boarding the boat with her.

“I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve gone out like this,” Dorien said. His eyes lingered on the ship for a beat before they began to hungrily rove their way over her dress. He’d insisted on matching for today’s outing and took it upon himself to gift her with his most expensive present yet: an Oscar de la Renta gown, made of silk so soft that it called her poor just by touching it. The draped style of the drop waist, strapless bodice hugged her torso, while the skirt flared out from under it and fell around her in an elegant circle of glimmering blush, parting at a leg slit that was almost scandalously too high.

She’d sent a picture of it to Valentin and Noel, and Noel had convinced himself it was no less than €5,000. Valentin confirmed that it was double the price, having seen a version of it at one of the designer department stores he frequented. From there, Odette hypothesized it cost slightly more, as, according to Valentin, the dress was only available up to size 36. She knew she soared about five numbers over, which meant Dorien likely had to bribe Oscar to acknowledge the existence of curves.

“And I don’t know if I said it enough, but you look exquisite.” He had, in fact, said it about eight times on the limo ride over to the docks. “Did I do well?”

The way his tone curled around the word ‘exquisite’ sent a ripple of horrified goosebumps up her arms. And yet, she smiled. “Yes. It’s actually gorgeous.” Small truths helped bolster her lies. She grasped the skirt with her free hand and swished it around for good measure. “How did you know my size?”

“Eyeballed it,” Dorien said. He was obviously proud of this hidden skill of guessing girl’s dress sizes. Maybe she’d be impressed if it wasn’t coming from him. He had another thought, but paused before he spoke. His gaze fell to the dock, where he began to scan the immediate area with growing concern. Unsure of what he was looking for, Odette followed his line of sight.

“Doll, where’s your–?”

As if he’d read Dorien’s depraved mind, Loïc manifested at the toes of his Prada loafers. He stood still even as Dorien flinched backward. Odette narrowed her eyes, knowing that lack of movement from Loïc usually indicated he was up to something. Sure enough, something unseen began to rustle around underneath his burlap disguise, and with a stomach-churning retch, he hacked up a perfectly intact fishbone right between Dorien’s feet.

“Oh my god.” Noel gasped so shrilly that it caused the earpiece to crackle. “What did that little imp do? I wanna seeeeeeeee!”

“Sh!” Valentin’s voice sounded distant. “Don’t distract her or I’m taking you off the mic.”

Ha! Odile laughed. I knew I liked this guy the best!

Clearly the gold sequin bow tie Odette had forced around the mimikyu’s neck wasn’t enough to force some manners into him. She wasn’t mad about it.

“Aw. He likes you,” she said, watching with delight as Dorien’s lip drew back in revulsion. Hissing, Loïc scurried his way up her leg and landed on his usual spot on her shoulder.

Dorien clenched his bared teeth while he sidestepped away from the “gift.” “I-I take it none of your more…refined partners were available today?” He angled a wary glare toward Loïc, who jostled his disguise.

“They were,” Odette admitted. “But Loïc’s never been on a boat before, and I promised.” That was aside from the fact that Loïc’s sneaking abilities were unmatched. If something were to go awry on the ship, he’d be the first to know. Plus, his Shadow Sneak would come in handy should they need to make a quick escape.

She could safely admit to herself that she would have been comfortable bringing any one of her teammates along. The tension between her, Enora, and Solene had long settled, what with the reveal of Vienna being a bonafide liar driving them to reconciliation. Solene was quick to own up to her faux pas; though, with a clearer head, Odette struggled to fully blame her for acting out. Meanwhile, Enora had been more than liberal about explaining her relationship with her “Canary.” Something that, Odette realized, she couldn’t take for granted anymore.

Apparently, Canary aired more on the docile side of blood type behaviors. She had no interest in making her presence physically known unless emergency circumstances called for it. She was not interested in battling, nor being separated from Enora. For all intents and purposes, she was comfortable precisely where she was, and would remain so for the foreseeable future. However, according to Enora, Canary had a certain “fondness” for Odette, going as far as to indicate that she would be willing to rear should Odette or, more importantly, Odile request her to as means of assistance.

Days later, Odette was still chewing on that bit of information. Knowing that not one, but two blood types had been hiding among her team for years and were dedicated to helping her achieve her conspiracy-busting goals produced a feeling that she was still struggling to pin down. Fear? Humility? Bewilderment? All she did know was, of all the bombshells she’d been pelted with, that was the easiest one to take.

Dorien nodded, slowed by his poorly-masked annoyance. “Ah. Then who am I to question? I just hope he knows that most of the guests here won’t receive such gifts with the same level of grace. It might be wise to return him to his ball once we get inside.”

After the last time he suggested she return her partner to their ball, she was doubly certain she wouldn't be taking that bait. She grasped the chain strap of her handbag, slung neatly over her shoulder. “He’ll be on his best behavior. You have my word.” Starting now.

The interior of the ship was exactly what she expected. The entrance alone boasted thick hardwood floors that amplified the sound of her five-inch heels falling against them, crested by walls of pure obsidian. They were polished so pristinely that each slab beheld the grotesque reflection of her on Dorien’s arm as clearly as a mirror. Sleek gold accents carved into the natural pattern of the stone drew her attention to the bowl-shaped chandelier budding down from the ceiling. The crown molding that wrapped around its perimeter was outlined with a piping of soft light that provided the room with a glow that wanted to be appealing. Under the circumstances, it felt sterile. Off-putting. That unpleasant atmosphere was exacerbated by the presence of armed guards.

Shrouded in full-face helmets that were adorned with ominously fashioned red lights and deep black cloaks that brushed their ankles, they lined the hallway leading to the ballroom in wide intervals. Their large assault rifles sent Odette’s pulse skittering into a sprint and she jumped at the one that greeted them in spite of herself. What kind of party called for such heavy artillery? And why was she the only one who seemed bothered by it?

Dorien took notice of her involuntary startle reflex and pulled her close to whisper in her ear. “Don’t mind them,” he said. The scent of Listerine that drifted past her nose triggered her gag reflex. She had to focus on the odd pattern of lights blinking inside the greeter guard’s visor to keep it at bay. “They’re just here for show. The people around here like to feel like they’re under protection.”

From what, an army of school form wishiwashi? she thought. A different entity of distress creeped up on her as she imagined the ship being overtaken by those vicious ‘mon. They didn’t typically inhabit the waters around Kalos, but even so, she didn’t mind the concept of precautions for such a run-in.

Yeah, because Team Enigma’s main concern are fucking wishiwashi, Odile scoffed. With her saying so, Odette realized that her irrational fear was completely unfounded. She aimed that discomfort back at the presence of the guards, wondering what other weaponry a secret cult like Team Enigma would have on hand. Or, rather, what they were really present to protect.

“Right,” she said. Even as Dorien pulled her down to the hall, her eyes lingered on that unmoving guard.

The ballroom was somehow bigger than Odette assumed it would be, even after taking in the sheer size of the Mystic Milotic. The hefty double doors transferred her onto a plush carpet of a burgundy hue, so thick she felt her heels sink into it. The deep color was broken up by serpentine patterns of lush gold that followed the figure-8 layout of the room. It crept along the wrap-around window panes, wound between the eloquently set tables and the hundred other bodies socializing with one another, before dipping down into steps that led to the porcelain-tiled dance floor. The grand chandelier—a deliberate mess of solid gold curves, pointed bulbs, and dangling crystals that caught the sun‘s rays and casted rainbow fragments upon the patterned tile—fought with the expansive ocean view for the distinction of being the room’s focal point. The cherry on top was the eight-piece string ensemble playing quiet background music to help set the festive mood.

Odette didn’t have much time to take in the scenery before she was yanked into introductions and mindless chatter with Dorien’s apparent friends and acquaintances. She smiled her way through eerily enthusiastic greetings that just kept coming. She lost count of how many people approached her to shake her hand or kiss her cheek or compliment her dress after she reached 20. The insanity of it all was occasionally broken up by some snide remarks from Odile, interjections from Noel and Valentin filling her in on people that sounded familiar to them, and garbled trills from Loïc. Although Noel or Valentin weren’t with her physically, it brought her a minuscule sense of comfort knowing they were essentially listening over her shoulder, and would be ready to jump into action were something of a Vice Dusting nature were to occur.

“Odette, how long have you and Loïc been partners?” The latest woman Dorien had dragged her into conversation with was looking at her with wide-eyed anticipation, so exaggerated that it dangled on the side of patronizing. Odette had already forgotten her name, but she was certain she was number 50-something to come say hello.

“It’s been over a year, I think,” she responded, angling a glance at Loïc. She noticed his bowtie was crooked and adjusted it, only for him to reach up and turn it again. Odette’s look hardened into a subtle glare, but with an exasperated wave of her hand, she let it go.

“He’s the newest member of my team, but we’re already so close it’s like he’s been around for years.”

“Kkkkkkkk,” Loïc hissed in agreement. Clearly, 50-Something wasn’t expecting such a sound out of him. She flinched backward and clutched at the million euro emerald necklace dangling around her neck with the claws she called fingers. “Goodness!”

Odette felt a grin tugging at the corners of her lips, but Dorien did what he did best and chased it off by lacing his hand with hers. “He’s…quite the animated little thing, isn’t he?” The lingering distaste in his inflection let her know he still hadn’t gotten over the fishbone. She hoped he never would.

“Quite,” she agreed, nuzzling her cheek into the burlap of her partner’s disguise. The way he purred settled her soul, if only for a second.

50-Something cleared her throat and was soon back to flashing that disturbingly wide grin of hers, enhancing the failed Botox treatments around her forehead. “Well…do you have any other partners on your team?”

Her emphasis on the question set off alarm bells in Odette’s head, so loud that they stunned her. She blinked away the immediate surprise and stammered her way into an answer. “Yes. Four. I’ve been training on and off since primary school.”

“Really?” 50-Something looked perplexed by the answer. “No sixth?”

Something in her tone set Odette’s teeth on edge. She spoke in a way as if she were trying to prod for a deeper answer. As if she knew something.

Odette opened her mouth to reply, but her ears perked at the borderline silence that had swallowed the immediate area around her. A perfunctory glance around the group that had gathered near them showed her that every last Noname she’d been twaddling with was now eyeing her like they were keenly anticipating her answer. A lump of panic rose up in her throat, blocking the breath she was inhaling while her nerve endings lit up with awareness. So many eyes, so many eager eyes, on her. For what?

Take a breath, Odile warned before the pause lingered too long.

“Nobody’s fit the group vibe just yet,” she said. She became acutely aware of just how loud her heart was beating now and was certain she could hear it echoing off the high ceiling. Her answer, thankfully, seemed to be enough to settle the odd curiosity, and 50-Something shrugged.

“Such is the life of a trainer, I suppose.”

As if to answer her prayer for the conversation to end, Dorien tucked his arm back into hers and began to lead her away. “Well, we’re going to find our seats. We’ll be sure to catch up with you all later!” He didn’t stop in his retreat, even as he spoke. When they were long out of earshot, she vaguely heard a sharp exhale rise out of him.

“...are you alright?” she asked.

Dorien snickered to himself before resting his free hand on hers. “Of course. Although, the nosiness gets a little tiresome sometimes.”

Something they could agree on. “Oh, so that’s what that was about.”

“Well, Doll, I’m a very renowned figure around here. Many people want to know all about the woman who’s stolen my heart,” he mused.

Yeah, you’d like to steal his heart alright. We can put it in a meat grinder once we get ahold of it, Odile said. She’d taken the words out of Odette’s mouth.

“And that includes my Pokemon team?” she pressed. That earned her a shrug that carried a barbed weight to it.

“That includes everything. You’re a commoner dating a socialite, so it simply comes with the territory, I’m afraid,” he sighed.

As much as she tried to rein in the pull of rage that tugged at her frown, she was unsuccessful. “A commoner?” she repeated, feeling her eyebrow start to twitch. The apologetic grin Dorien responded with was enough to have her digging her teeth into her tongue.

“No offense, of course! I don’t mean that as an insult. We just exist in different socioeconomic circles; you know that,” he replied hastily. “It’s just how it is. Try not to think too hard about it.”

Except, she was. She’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day. The way 50-Something questioned her, like she wanted her to admit to her unofficial sixth team member; like she knew Odile had taken up shop in Odette’s head.

Did she? Did they all know?

If everyone aboard this ship truly was in on Team Enigma’s nonsense—if this was the select group of people Valentin had yet to pass his way into—then it was completely possible that they did, indeed, know. That would explain the curiosity. That would explain how eager many of the attendees had been to greet her. Would that also explain the guard presence?

The hypothetical realization made her dizzy. She pondered over what was worse: another round of Vice Dust being blown in her face, or being stuck aboard a ship full of cult members and armed grunts who knew she was harboring Wrath incarnate. When she couldn’t come up with an answer, she began to crave several large glasses of wine and a speedy limo ride back to her flat building.

By the time the yacht finally pulled out of the shipyard, the ominous storm clouds had begun to roll in, and Odette found a moment to excuse herself to the bar.

She knew she’d be looking over her shoulder for the rest of the event, but it was even more jarring to see how many people glanced her way as she walked past. With each fleeting look, no matter how subtle, she became more certain something was up. A growl bubbled in the back of Loïc spectral throat and she felt him shift as if he were going to pounce.

“Do you have a moment to talk?” Valentin asked. Although he sounded as collected as he normally did, apprehension brewed just underneath his question.

“Briefly. Eyes on me,” she muttered, rubbing her nose to ensure her mouth was covered as she spoke. “Either they know about Odile or they’re really excited I’m dating Dorien. Armed guards everywhere.”

Incoherent exchanges sounded from the other end of her earpiece, sounding like a mix of Valentin, Noel, and other voices she didn’t recognize.

“Okay,” he huffed. “Have the guards made any moves toward you?”

“No. Just kinda there.” She made it to the bar and pointed toward the bottle of Pellegrino sitting among the spirits and liquors and held up two fingers. The bartender nodded and began to prepare it for her. She watched his hands like a fearow would watch an injured rattata. Nobody would be drugging her or her partner today; not through Vice Dust in their faces, and not through the presumably cult-aligned bartender putting anything illicit in their drinks.

“Alright. We have eyes on the ship and are prepared to intervene should something go wrong. Keep Loïc close, and keep your cool.”

“Mm,” she responded. The thought of him and Noel and however many Virtue Corp operatives tailing her several miles back recovered some of her lost sanity. Maybe all of the precautions they’d taken would be for nothing, and she was putting herself, and subsequently Valentin and Noel, on edge for nothing. Maybe exclusive Enigma parties always had guards on duty. Maybe the attendees always subtly gawked at the newest person in the room.

As much as she tried to force her own optimism, her gut feeling wasn’t having it.

She took both glasses of drug free sparkling water and handed one to Loïc, then headed back to the table. She tried to focus on the mind-numbing wealthy people conversations Dorien was having, staggering through more personal questions that were just surface level enough to not be entirely suspicious.

“Your hair is gorgeous; how do you style it every day?”

“Something tells me you’re a ghost-type trainer, but do you work with any other types?”

“Dorien tells us you used to sing; what’s your octave range?”

Each question took a fraction of her energy and hope for a semi-normal outing with it. There was too much cheer in their voices as they spoke; too much of a feeling of utter nosiness that left her hesitating over her answers. Why did they care so much? She was a 20-something in a relationship with another 20-something; who cared about how she styled her hair, or what Pokemon she trained, or what her octave range was? It didn’t matter how rich Dorien was or his “status” among them; why did they care?

The disquieting taste of panic coated her palette and no amount of water or bites of table bread and butter could do anything to wash it away. The high ceilings suddenly felt lower. The wide walls, closer.

Keep your cool, Valentin had said. Loïc was with her. Virtue Corp had eyes on the ship. If something were to go wrong, for whatever reason, they had a plan in place.

Keep your cool.

Just when she silently wished for the attention on her to relent, the presumed emcee of the day—a man dressed eerily similarly to the guards—took to the mic to welcome everyone aboard. Odette thought he was going to call another couple up to perform another battle with more blood type ‘mon, but he just invited everyone to dance, in anticipation for the splendid lunch they were about to have. When Dorien yanked her up for a waltz, she found herself wishing she was watching another violent battle instead.

“You’ll have to be kind to me,” he said while they swayed in time with the upbeat classical tune rising from the ensemble. “I’m no trained dancer.”

“Please, Dory, you’re doing fine,” she tittered, ignoring the desire to dig her heel into his big toe and make a run for the exit. She would reluctantly offer him credit, though. He wasn’t awful at ballroom dancing.

She received requests to dance from a few of Dorien’s acquaintances, of which she unwillingly agreed to save face. One of them was a heavyset balding man who indulged her in a bizarrely pleasant conversation about Astral Shrines as he swung her about the dance floor. Another was a much younger, fit guy who reeked of wine and what she pinpointed as bacon grease. She didn’t see anything containing bacon being offered as an hors d'oeuvre, so she spent the entirety of the dance internally arguing with Odile about how he could have possibly accumulated such a stench. Dorien looked more than eager to receive her back afterward, and for once, she was happy to be at his side. Listerine and Gucci cologne were far more palatable scents by comparison.

After the millennia of dancing, lunch was served by waiters, waitresses, and Pokemon that practically glided through the ballroom with trays in hand. The steaks she’d ordered for herself and Loïc were divine, as expected. Loïc practically swallowed his whole, much to more of Dorien’s blissful chagrin, while she could barely get down half of it due to the uncertainty taking up most of the room in her stomach. Nothing tasted wrong, and the odd glances had subsided once everyone had gotten food in their bellies. Could her alarm have been fueled by hunger? Something adjacent to simply being “hangry”?

It was soon back to dancing and more socializing. No talks of another battle taking place, or any other entertainment she would dare call “cultish,” for that matter. The armed guards and bizarre fixation on her aside, the party might as well have been a boring networking event for the wealthy elite. She just happened to be in attendance because her asshole boyfriend brought her along for his own amusement.

With dancing having run out of its novelty, Odette broke away to admire the view from the windows. Loïc tagged along and she had to laugh at the way he flattened himself against the glass to get a good look at the water below. The way it fogged up under his heavy breath was a much needed humorous sight.

The ship was moving at a breakneck speed, chasing a darkening horizon line it would never catch. She wondered if there was a plan to drop all the attendees off at some island far off the coast of Kalos. At the rate they were going, they had to be close to the likes of the Kalosian border islands, like Oléron or Île de Ré. Getting off at a stop would surely make her escape to a Virtue Corp vessel much easier. Unfortunately, Dorien, nor any of the talkative trust fund babies she’d been obliged to speak with throughout the day, had mentioned anything about an excursion. The ship was just doomed to roll onward into the foreboding clouds.

“We can’t escape the rain, can we?” she murmured. Loïc replied by darting underneath her skirt and peeking out through the leg slit. “Kkkk,” he hissed quietly. That sounded like something of an agreement.

“Castform really getting jiggy with it,” Noel said back.

“Well, perhaps this is a good thing. If we see too harsh of a deluge, you’ll have no choice but to turn back early,” Valentin added.

Typically, Odette didn’t mind the rain. She liked to think she thrived more in overcast conditions than she did on cloudless, sunny days. She’d always liked the smell of rain-soaked asphalt, even when it usually meant her fellow drivers were incapable of staying in their own lanes. But lately, rain has always preceded something bad. Or something life-altering. Like the castform somehow knew that the ideal backdrop to her watching her life spin out of control was a series of vicious storms. Knowing that, the rolling thunderheads were only driving her closer to a mental break.

I’ll do one better. Maybe if it rains too hard, it’ll sink the ship, Odile said. She sounded, strangely enough, like she was trying to make light of the situation.

Odette briefly humored the image of the yacht being struck by lightning. The force of the strike cracked it in half, Titanic style. Luckily, she and Loïc had the Virtue Corp tailing them, and made it to safety with little more than some wet clothes. They got to watch as everyone else aboard—Dorien included—sank to the bottom of the sea, never to be seen again.

Such a dark thought should have made her shudder. But it didn’t.

“Odie, there you are!”

She grimaced to herself, stifling her groan into one last sip of her water. Dorien really was no different than a clingy, petulant child—he couldn’t be away from her for more than a couple minutes at a time without getting cranky. Molding her lips into the most winning smile she could muster, she turned toward him.

“Sorry, Dory, I was—”

She watched it happen in slow motion. Dorien, walking toward her with a beaming grin on his face. Not paying attention to the waiter, carrying a tray of full wine glasses. Their paths met at a perpendicular point, with the force of Dorien’s step knocking the waiter off balance, causing him to involuntarily toss the tray. Odette had a mere half second to move, and even that likely wouldn’t have saved her from the inevitable.

She was doused from head to toe in seven hefty servings of a thick, expensive red. She reached up to cover her head and save herself from the impact from the glasses, cringing at the sound of them shattering at her feet. The startled cries from the unsuspecting patrons washed over her along with the tickle of the liquor dripping off her hair and sliding down her cheeks, neck, chest, and back. When she finally gained the motor function to open her eyes, she looked down to see her gorgeous dress was now marred by so many stains, a dry cleaner would have cried out at the sight of them. When she looked up, the reality of what had just happened struck her like a bullet.

Anger collided with the shock and embarrassment that had flooded into her chest, hardening into an unbearable pressure that sapped her voice and ability to breathe. Her reddening vision zeroed in on the waiter who had taken the spill, then cut to Dorien. Her fists balled up under the mental image of landing punch after punch on his stupid, dumbstruck face. The smell of the wine made her eyes water, while the sensation of hundreds of pairs of eyes locked on her in one collective anticipatory stare nearly forced the tears out of hiding. The swelling silence could have stretched on for miles, but it was contained within the shrinking walls around her.

It was blinding. Suffocating. Overpowering.

“I–” she managed in a squeak. Her voice echoed as if she were shouting into a cave. Hot outrage fought with her crippling shame, sucking her dry of what little mental fortitude she had left. She felt her legs going numb, her knees beginning to shake beneath her skirt. She was certain she was about to involuntarily kiss the carpet beneath her feet and distantly hoped Loïc could somehow catch her.

Odette–

“Odette, what’s wrong?” Valentin said.

“Are you okay?” Noel said.

Odette, watch it!

The chandelier flickered.

It was quick. Like a blink. However, it pulled the crowd's attention away from her and up to the nest of shiny gold dangling above their heads. The break in their scrutiny snapped Odette back into her agency, where she found just enough voice for two words.

“Excuse me.”

Her mental autopilot kicked into gear, carrying her past Dorien and through the murmuring crowd. If he said something to her, or even reached for her, she didn’t register it. Somewhere between grabbing her bag off her chair and exiting the ballroom, Loïc ended up back on her shoulder. She could feel him vibrating under a purr that was meant to be comforting, but she felt nothing except a determination to get to a private space. She approached a guard, standing sentry in the hall near the ballroom entrance.

“Bathroom?” she managed in a breath. The guard didn’t immediately answer, instead tilting his covered head down as if he were looking her over. A yell bubbled up in her throat, but before she could let it free, he pointed further down the hall.

“First left.” It sounded robotic, like his voice was being filtered through a voice changer embedded into the mask. Odette didn’t stop to dissect it, instead rushing in the offered direction and promptly barricading herself inside the bathroom as soon as she found it.

The bathroom had three stalls in it, but there was a lock on the main door, which she turned when she was certain nobody else was present. Finally allowing her cracking facade to crumple away, her breaths dissolved into weak, jagged versions of themselves as she stumbled to a mirror. Upon seeing her reflection, she wished she hadn’t. It was just as bad, humiliating, as she figured it would be. Every bit of her look—from her makeup, to her dress, to her hair—was left completely disheveled, with her skin bathed in a thin sheen of red. It had started to dry, leaving behind an unpleasant sticky sensation that clung to almost every part of her body.

The thought of standing in a room with a hundred people staring her down like she’d just emerged from a burning trash heap shrouded her brain. Knowing she looked like this magnified the vile thought by a million. Before Odette could stop herself, she was sobbing uncontrollably into the sink.

I– Odile sounded like she was at a loss for words. I don’t–

“Odette, what happened? Talk to us,” Noel urged.

Wine,” she wept, swiping at her nose with the back of her hand. “D-Dorien knocked a waiter; s-pilled all over me.”

Reliving the incident again brought on another swell of tears. She covered her mouth so her crying didn’t somehow leak through the walls and, gods forbid, carry all the way back to the ballroom.

“It fucking soaked me,” she blubbered. “Everything. And they were all just looking at me, like I was a fucking freak.”

“Easy, Odette. Breathe,” Valentin said softly, maintaining that same level tone he’d used on her back at his apartment. She opened her mouth to indignantly protest, but felt a hand press something soft to her cheek. The gesture startled her enough to look up, where she saw Loïc had somehow gathered a messy wad of tissues and was sitting back on her shoulder, outstretching his shadowy hand to wipe her face.

“Don’t cry. I help,” he said.

She let him pat her down, soaking up the excess tears, wine, and running mascara. When the tissue lost its white sheen, he carelessly tossed it aside and plucked another from his ball. This one was completely shredded, but he used it to dab off her chin and neck. She had to laugh at the perfect mix of ridiculousness and wholesomeness behind his help, which helped ease the soul-shattering embarrassment threatening to bring her steak back up.

“Thanks,” she sniffled. “When did you get so sweet?”

Loïc threw his current tissue to the floor and went to work on her nose with a new one. “Sweet like pecha.”

Another laugh broke through her diminishing whimpers. “Sweet like pecha.”

Now that she sounded a little less distressed, Noel spoke gingerly. “How bad is it?”

“It’s pretty fucking bad,” Odette replied. She stole a quick glance at her reflection again. Despite Loïc’s best efforts on her face, nothing else looks remotely salvageable. “Complete wardrobe overhaul bad.”

She heard more mutters over the earpiece, followed by Valentin clearing his throat. “I don’t want to alarm you any more than you already are,” he said. “But after everything that’s already been happening, what are the odds that this wasn’t just a setup?”

With the privacy and shamefaced agitation to fuel her analysis, hearing Valentin suggest it caused it all to click. The strange welcomes, the emphasis on asking her about her team, about her life as a whole, and the sheer uneventful itinerary to follow it all…it wasn’t her being paranoid.

She was the event.

Slim to fucking none, Odile said, having found the ability to respond again. Put you on edge then dump wine all over you. That’s about as low of a fucking blow as anyone can get.

Before Odette could say as such, a heavy knock at the door made her start. Loïc’s eyes cut to the door and he uttered a low warning growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“S…sorry,” she called. “Occupied.”

She half expected to hear a faux-concerned response from Dorien, or a whiny insistence to be let in from an oblivious attendee. When neither rang through the door, Odette tentatively assumed the point had gotten across. After having drinks dumped all over, she decided she deserved a moment or two of privacy. She hoped whoever had come knocking was willing to agree.

Keeping quiet, as to ensure nobody was listening in either, Odette switched on the faucet and began to scrub her hands. She splashed some water on her face to wash the rest of her ruined makeup away as well. When she began to dry her face off, another round of thundering knocks filled the bathroom and kicked her heartbeat into high gear.

“I said occupied,” she hissed, letting some of her frustration power her insistence. “I’ll be out in a second. I’m sure there are other bathrooms around; it’s a big ship.”

No response. Loïc still looked ready to pounce. She lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Some dickweed wants me to come out, but I don’t–”

A hand clamped around her mouth, cutting her off and muffling her scream as she was yanked backward into sudden darkness.

Her sense of fight overtook every synapse. She began to kick against the arms that now restrained her, screaming into the palm that smothered her nose and mouth while gnashing her teeth in an attempt to catch the skin in a bite. The abrupt change in exposure blinded her for seconds that stretched on like eons, but that didn’t stop her from trying to locate Loïc. She could no longer feel his light presence on her shoulder, yet she could hear his protective growls in the inky blackness that overtook them. The distraught calls of Noel, Valentin, and Odile muddled together in one agonizing din that threw more fuel on her adrenaline and she thrashed with the surge of power. The arms, however, belonged to somebody much bigger than she was. With a single jerk, they forced her taut and caused her breath to snag on her lungs.

“Don’t make a sound. I’m not going to hurt you or your partner and will let you go as soon as they leave.”

The whispering voice was undoubtedly male and laden with a prominent Galarian accent. He spoke with a sense of urgency, though just enough tenderness poked through to ease the terror kicking against her pulse. It reminded her of how Valentin chastised her for slamming the glass vial on his floor; firm and serious yet empathetic.

"Nod if you understand. If you relax, I will too."

Odette had to concentrate on making her neck work. With a single, slight dip of her chin, she heard her captor huff in acceptance. As soon as she forced herself to go limp, she felt him loosen his grip. Loïc had gone silent, and now with enough room to turn her head, she caught the shape of him being held by another set of arms.

“Don’t worry,” the man said. “I promise he’s fine. Just stay quiet, please.”

She wanted to ask what the hell he was talking about, and why he thought it was okay to grab unsuspecting women and their partners. With her eyes adjusted, she could now see that she was staring straight into the bathroom she just stood in. While the view of it looked distorted—as if she were viewing it through an early-2000s television—it was undoubtedly the same room. Further investigation of her surroundings revealed she now stood among pipes, exposed metal, and bunches of wiring.

Another round of loud knocks alerted her back to the scene before her. They were followed by the sound of the door being forcibly opened, and about ten of the armed guards flooded into the bathroom with their rifles raised. When there was nobody for them to bombard, they looked in the stalls and examined the discarded tissues on the floor. Looks traveled between one another as if any one of them had the answers they were looking for.

“Is she not here?” one asked, voice as robotic as the first guard Odette had directly spoken to.

“This is where she was directed and was last heard,” another responded.

“She has a ghost-type partner present with her. Is it possible she slipped out another way with their help?”

The rest of the guards regarded the first one that spoke, waiting for their instructions. None came before their radio crackled to life with a frantic voice.

“Disturbance on the second floor aft! All forces convene! Be on guard, but deadly force is strictly prohibited!”

The group began to file out before the announcement had completed, slamming the door shut behind them.

Contrary to her captor's initial promise, he did not immediately let Odette go when they left. She was too dazed to realize, instead staring unblinking at the apparent projection of that closed bathroom door. Everything was moving far too fast for her mind to keep up, leaving her to quietly stew in the hot mess of horror that was the last five minutes of her life.

When the man’s hand fell away from her mouth, her jaw went slack. She could manage nothing more than a weak, mewling, “What?”

The guards were…looking for her?

The gravity of the situation was quickly crashing down upon her, heavy enough to pull her to the floor were there enough room in the narrow passage she now stood in. It wasn’t long before she found her breath. However, she struggled to control it, listening as it worked up in speed, like it was seeking to match the tempo of her raging heartbeat.

“We have bought some time, but we must act quickly,” the man said. “We need to discuss how to get you off the ship.”

As if the prospects of dozens of armed guards now looking for her wasn’t enough, it also dawned on her that she’d been pulled into the dark walls by a stranger. A stranger who knew this was going to happen.

With her hands balled into fists, she whipped around to swing on him, but stopped short upon meeting his eyes. They shone brightly under the light of the projection in front of them, even through his thin glasses.

Maroon. Stark maroon.

It wasn’t just his eyes, either. His young features, while entirely masculine in their appearance, settled with the same austere intensity hers did. The way his brow wrinkled under his frown, and the way his eyes naturally slanted at the same degree as her own made their resemblance as clear as the familial drama they were both caught in.

Although she was positive she knew the answer, she asked anyway. “Who are you?”

His expression didn’t waver. “Armel Lambourne,” he replied. “And I suppose, if we were to get technical, your older half brother.”
 
Last edited:

Seren

Lurking
Staff
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. sableye
Ah, good, I needed this. :quag:

Was he going to rile her up again and blow it in her face when Odile stayed rooted inside her soul? The number of immaculately dressed people sauntering up the entrance ramp should have been enough to ease her fears, but she didn’t put it past Dorien to drug her in front of a crowd. Hell, if they were all in on the shit Enigma was doing, perhaps it would be another Wednesday for them.

Hm... I don't believe Odile was 'active' back when Odette and Solene were in the car, was she? I wonder if Odile's presence would make a difference, should Odette get dusted again. Either way, she'll be on a boat this time, so very much nowhere for her to run. I don't anticipate this being any sot of problem whatsoever. :copyka:

“I know you don’t have your ears pierced,” he’d said, bashfulness lending a subtle flavor to his tone, “so this is the best we could do.”

I almost made a comment about Odette wishing he were there for a kiss, but decided against it - meme-ing about it will get old chapter after chapter. But this? Girl, he's been checking you out, too!

He’d insisted on matching for today’s outing and took it upon himself to gift her with his most expensive present yet: an Oscar de la Renta gown, made of silk so soft that it called her poor just by touching it.

For some reason, this has me questioning just how much that giant bush of flowers from several chapter back costs.

“How did you know my size?”

“Eyeballed it,” Dorien said.

Damn right you did, creepy bastard. :mewlulz:

“Aw. He likes you,” she said, watching with delight as Dorien’s lip drew back in revulsion.

I'm so glad Loic gets to be the one to join this trip.

Meanwhile, Enora had been more than liberal about explaining her relationship with her “Canary.”

Still surprised we're getting info about Canary so early. But I'm taking that as the ok to hope that she'll make an appearance or two in the future. (The mention of specifically appearing for Odile caught my eye.)

That unpleasant atmosphere was exacerbated by the presence of armed guards.

Hello, what do we have here?

So... is this because of dust on board? Other blood-types, maybe? Or maybe this is just the norm when you have criminals people like Dorien all compacted into one tiny ship for a long time. And... what's up with the flashing red lights on the helmets? This is probably meant to look less ridiculous than I'm imagining it, but all I can think of is like... a police car siren just glued to the top of the helmet.

They didn’t typically inhabit the waters around Kalos, but even so, she didn’t mind the concept of precautions for such a run-in.

Yeah, because Team Enigma’s main concern are fucking wishiwashi, Odile scoffed.

Noting this for later, because you know it's going to matter.

Jokes aside, I'm very amused that "the armed guards are there to defend against violent fish" is her first thought.

Although Noel or Valentin weren’t with her physically, it brought her a minuscule sense of comfort knowing they were essentially listening over her shoulder, and would be ready to jump into action were something of a Vice Dusting nature were to occur.

Something else I didn't comment on, the fact that they're following her in a submarine is also highly amusing. That said, somehow it did not occur to me earlier that they would also be on hand - not just Odile - should some dust get spread around. It poses the question of just how they'd get on board the ship then, but now I'm getting ahead of myself.

Odette opened her mouth to reply, but her ears perked at the borderline silence that had swallowed the immediate area around her. A perfunctory glance around the group that had gathered near them showed her that every last Noname she’d been twaddling with was now eyeing her like they were keenly anticipating her answer. A lump of panic rose up in her throat, blocking the breath she was inhaling while her nerve endings lit up with awareness. So many eyes, so many eager eyes, on her. For what?

Really liked this little segment here. This nameless lady questioning why she didn't have a 6th 'mon felt so innocuous, even knowing in the back of my mind that Odile was there, because surely Odette isn't really counting her right now anyway, so it felt almost silly for her to hesitate in responding. It felt harmless, but this changed the vibe entirely, and now it throws into doubt whether or not Odette's just being paranoid or if the lady/Dorien/the other prty-goers actually do know something (or are actually trying to bait her into revealing something). Even if she had nothing to hide, the observation that everyone around her had gone silent to listen and are, for some reason, paying her - a guest and a stranger - extra-special attention is unusual. Really drives up the tension, love it.

The way 50-Something questioned her, like she wanted her to admit to her unofficial sixth team member; like she knew Odile had taken up shop in Odette’s head.

Did she? Did they all know?

And there it is in the narration. I think that's a big part of why I enjoy your writing; usually my inner thoughts or suspicions are dropped right onto the page, as if to confirm what I was guessing at, and it usually doesn't take long for to apper, either (barring like, the story-spanning plot details).

If everyone aboard this ship truly was in on Team Enigma’s nonsense—if this was the select group of people Valentin had yet to pass his way into—then it was completely possible that they did, indeed, know. That would explain the curiosity. That would explain how eager many of the attendees had been to greet her. Would that also explain the guard presence?

OH. So if they all do know who she is, and she's not actually a stranger (well in terms of recognition), then... yeah I can see Florent dropping guards on a casual cruise to protect Odette (and, probably-not-coincidentally, Odile).

A growl bubbled in the back of Loïc spectral throat

Mnor typo, think there should be a 's after Loic there.

“Alright. We have eyes on the ship and are prepared to intervene should something go wrong. Keep Loïc close, and keep your cool.”

...of course Clovis has an armed squadron of his own waiting in the wings. :mewlulz: I guess I just thought 'sure Clovis knows how to pilot a submarine, no big deal'.

Why did they care so much? She was a 20-something in a relationship with another 20-something; who cared about how she styled her hair, or what Pokemon she trained, or what her octave range was? It didn’t matter how rich Dorien was or his “status” among them; why did they care?

My thinking behind this was: someone in this situation is a celebrity, be it Dorien or Odette. At first I assumed it was Dorien, and they all wanted to know who this chick he'd landed was, because dating someone famous means your personal life is also no longer personal. This sort of crap is what people want to know about celebrities. And I'm definitely on the side of the people asking 'who cares?' but it's also why I brushed over the no-sixth-member thing earlier. It's just the entire atmosphere around these people, whether they actually care or not. Buuut the rest of the narration seems to be pointing more towards Odette herself being the celebrity in this scenario, not just Dorien's New Fling. The puzzle lies in figuring out whether they're genuinely just curious about her, or if they actually are trying to draw out something specific/baiting her into spilling something.

She wondered if there was a plan to drop all the attendees off at some island far off the coast of Kalos.

Something else that just occured to me; did we ever hear where this ship is going? I'd figured it was probably soem day-long pleasure cruise that would deposit guests right where it picked them up after 12 hours or something to that effect, but this seems to imply that they're actually going somewhere? What would Odette do then, being dropped off somewhere so far from home? What would any of the guests do, for that matter? (Although... I guess the other guests would have known their destination beforehand, huh?) Probably a minor thing here, so I'll wait and see where it leads.

“First left.” It sounded robotic, like his voice was being filtered through a voice changer embedded into the mask.

What is going on with this?? I am now convinced there's something freakish about these guards for sure.

Every bit of her look—from her makeup, to her dress, to her hair—was left completely disheveled, with her skin bathed in a thin sheen of red.

This reminds me of that scene from Carrie, but with wine instead of blood. Interesting symbolism comparison, intentional or not.

“Don’t cry. I help,” he said.
“Sweet like pecha.”

Aww, I love this little gremlin. :veelove:

“I don’t want to alarm you any more than you already are,” he said. “But after everything that’s already been happening, what are the odds that this wasn’t just a setup?”

I thought this too... but felt too obvious. Like this is the sort of thing you see happen all the time at these events. I could buy it being deliberate pretty easily, though, but it does feel a bit... cliche? On the other hand, maybe that's what makes it perfect. I could see Dorien doing it.

A hand clamped around her mouth, cutting her off and muffling her scream as she was yanked backward into sudden darkness.

So... not Loic? Given the earlier mention of using shadow sneak to get out of a tight spot, my first thought was hat Loic had done just that, given there was no one else present when she locked the door, and hadn't been seen entering since. Interesting little twist.

His expression didn’t waver. “Armel Lambourne,” he replied. “And I suppose, if we were to get technical, your older half brother.”

There he is! Not the ending I expected. So, the guards weren't there for protection, they were there to aprehend her... and I guess that momentary flicker of lights was enough to confirm to whoever was in charge that it was safe to do so.


Well, I knew something would go wrong, just didn't know what. And it didn't end the way I expected either. Eager to see how they get out of this one while they're in the middle of the sea!
 

K_S

Unrepentent Giovanni and Rocket fan
White swan black swan
Chaoter 2 review/reply


Considering Odette's personality i suspect she'd rathr not prefer a flying type. Shes a "handles her own issues/buisness" and theres a certian level of depemdemcy in a flying type i can see her hating. As well as a lack of control...

Also with the eco friendly nature of most mon settings there probably isnt a lot of scrape and scuffle for drivers. Even in dodgy weather.

I'm guessing less "faux pas" dodging and something more sinister out of the gatelike controlling her route, but i'm parinoid.

And i also read about mr. Controlfreak cultist in the prologue... so it might not be paranoia considering something is out to get her.

Remembering long hair days, and braids were a godsend against tangles. Odettes got no leg to crit anything against the hellscape of havong to deal with tangles to the 3rd power.

Well you figure street racing would be safer stupid late rather than a reasonable time, less cops.

And from Odette's prickly internal voice scaling up to spitting furious I suspect Noels going to have to bw designated driver at this point. Or at least emergency brake in a worse case scenario...

This is thr first time we get to see Odettes temper start to slide off the leash... its enlightening to say the least. And a bit of foreshadowing. I can see how her mouth and temper have probably gotten her in deep before... wonder how much therepy shes gone to to learn these tricks... Also gotta wonder how often Noel's been there to calm her before this, he's got a mixmatch of tenacity and famiarity that makes me think the answer is "a lot".

Is it weird (having come from an "epic the musical" binge) that these two give off slightly catty odysseius politices vibes.

Gotta admit, i think that Odettes "attachment" problem is probably spurring mundane irritation into hellicious fury that a saint would have issues controlling.

Considering her bonds with Noel and Loic (sorry dont know how to get those dots to appear) Odette has a type, and its friendly, over the top, dramatic, pain in the ass. Unless its the vent crawling...

Gives Noel a considerong look...

Hopefully not.


I'm sorry what happened that thebfire alarm went off and the responsible at home mon is being anything but. Odettes taking the maddness well.

... I'm sorry... all this madness in 5 minuites? Yeah tab this scene with the pokedex entries written onsite here as "another reason I don't want to be a trainer". There goes Odette's lease and possible insurance claim depending on the damsge, sheesh.

Still, its a fun way to meet her team...

As they burn the house down/haunt the vents.

So quest ion, is odette a wiccan, some mon version of it, or using ovcult sounding things to cope w all the ghost types in her life?

Well that was a fun read. Poor Odette it'll be a miricle if shes ready in time.
 

K_S

Unrepentent Giovanni and Rocket fan
Chapter 3 review

The mon feel a lot like people here. Well except mr. Feral-in-the-airvents, but that ones special...

Out of curiousoty is loic's name a reference. Between the mischevious personality and moodswings it makes me think of the nordic version of loki tbh...

I see the warning was one not to take lightly. I'm sure the syndicates murderous fall out is going to cause Odette's grandfather so much strain. Poor guy. Poor whole region actually. Odette's familial nickname, with the title of the fic, and a nodding of interest in theater, made me realize a few plot point that are possibly be kicking in. Od' is not going to be in for an easy time if even a fraction of black swans plot points manifest here...

so are rotom mon in this verse or are phones programed to resemble rotom for precieved kawii factor that took Kalos by storm?

Also on the subject of gang warfare is Flare going to be a thing?

I wonder if its less her own curiousity and familial ties encouraging her interest or something more ominous.

I'd say her present professor is kind more than anything else. Something Od' seems to need about her.

The nod towards that evil mouse competative meta made me chuckle.

And of course there are 10 year olds. All mediums of the mon world have got to have thier kiddo protagonist and all.

Though ikagining a average 10nyear old wrangling with this syndicate is horrorfying, i think the adults poking in on it are over thier heads. Any kiddo heros would be doomed.

Her team is in classes, hms no less? I'm curious as to how this all works but perhaps you'll expand on it later?

Considerong her stage freight i imagine public battles are top teir nightmare fuel for the poor girl.

Nooo don't doom scroll when you are in this mood Odette! Its like a top five worst ideas ever...

Hello Mr. Buff, so is this a crash into hello for a new cast member or just a random encounter? Her anger reaction trailing off as common sense hisses "bad idea, bad idea!" made me think of this...

(Note to self find "a fox in space Sagosso bar scene ckip")

Then it flips into fond familiarity, i am guessing there is a history here. Wonder how this old hat is going to get along with Noel and crew... Odette is definitly interested thats for sure.

Hmm he's being both serendipuous and one sided... and his team is a good counter to her team. If they duke it out this could go badly...

Hm his interest in her shiney is a bit eyebrow raising...

Odette you like lively, just admit it.

And Dorien... whose name i just realized was reference to a very petty nasty piece of work in classic literature... just tipped his hand to not be quite as wholesome as he seems.

Sell her partner? much less one that evolves due to a mutual emotional bond? Yeah i suspect Odette's hackles are going to be pernamently raised from here on out. And as this verion of Kalos seems a marriage between game canon and rhyme city (very strong emphasis on mon bonds) Dor just commited friendship murder just there.

And with such a strong tie to shinies, considering Enigmas obsession and the Sacrilige trade... Odette needs to nope out of this... fast.

And Dor's loose grip on the word no is a whole forest of red flags. Its like his grasp on reality (her no, further rebuff, and disgust not meshing with his "oh i can talk you around" vibe) is skewed. And its less spoiled rich boy and something a bit more sinister...

well the acadamey probably doesnt want to get its pants sued off...

He is flat out type dissing her team... when all of them can be trained to the gills in special attack/speed (something his fighting types are limited against) so they can dance back and projectile psychic him to death.... i dont think he's thinking at all.

And he's trying to act against a professional (well trained.. in training) actor... yeah he's an idiot all right...

Not on your goddamn life.

I am so glad she's not falling for his b.s, so very glad...

And i think her getting away from his b.s. is not going to last long.... not with the way her luck is running...

Hmm interesting that shes alergic to arceian plates. No wonder she uses incense instead, and it might explain her spirtuality... and it might be due to the escapee during her birth. But until the cultish branch of Enigma reaches out shes not in a position to have that data so its just "odd" for her.

Could you explain how mon language and human understanding works? It sounds like from Odettes line there is a system that i might of missed?

Laughs, Ange is such a troll, and i love every minute of it.

Um... is no one noticing the foaming at the mouth the fighting type is doing? I initially thkught Odette was the target. Is no one going to call foul on him trying to kill a downed mon? This man is aiming to kill/maim, its obvious and his team is too o.p. for words, and Odettes clearly freaked out/worked up i'm surprised the teacher hasnt blown the whistle for a time out as this goes on.

Loic is doing the mon equivulant of "and after this bad apointment i wanna ice cream," except for Loic its pecha flavored with berries on top, and pecha syrup drizzled over everything...

Because ghosty chu has earned it.

Considering type and mon spieciesi'm surprised loic doesnt have custom subsitutes made to look like pikas. Or even different colors. They are an artsy mon after all.

Dorien does not like losing, this is getting more and more dangerous for Od' and i dont think anyone around her has realized it yet.

From the teacher's response... probably not.

Well, what she tells, and what the reaction she garners, is going to explain a lot about her relationship with her grandfather. And reviel a lot about herself. I look forward to it and how she gets sucked in deeper into Enigmas insanities. Because if nothing else this academy is proven to not be safe.

Wonder if there will be consequences for Dorian losing to her and not getting an in with Odette from his sponsers?
 

K_S

Unrepentent Giovanni and Rocket fan
Chapter 4 reveiw

So thought. I alwas looking up a term and found that


Well not to spoil it for others...


odettes name is very simular to the word
"Hatred", as your work is riddled with bilinguel and lit references I suspect this was deliberate?

Huh so shes visiting her grandfather at work? Interesting choice.

With the uptick of cases on his desk he might be... i wonder why she didnt call ahead?

She was a trusting little thing, wasn't she?

And her grandpas coworkers are not lwtting her live it down? Wonder if theres a stash of embarerssing baby photos kicking around on site? We might see Odette sink into the floor like one of her ghost types if those are whipped out...

(Goes to fetch popcorn)

Also in the old hands defense... the age gap between them hasn't gone down. She's gotten older and they've gotten older, so they still see her as their boss's kid with nostalgia-tinted glasses. I'm surprised Od' even made it through the door tbh.

Ah, she goes through the stomach, I see. Bribe accepted.

Love how he's like, I'm not even going to not pretend to see that herd of donphan waltzing through your flimsy excuse...

Their back and forth is sweet and I think even though it's not stated, Odette is using that softness to soothe/brace herself before she gets into business.

While a bit miffed her grandfather got a bit huffy about that, him taking her seriously is sweet, and I figured loic was a "drag them into the vents" sort of mon, not a head chomper. I suspect there's a story here we are missing and sorta wish we could see it.

So she has been in therapy, good for them.

Odettes got such a catch 22. Can't take meds, squirrly health, head issues (both bio and... not...), and as an adult 100% responsible for her mental health and knowing she has a unsourceable/treatable mental health problem has got to be beyond frustrating.
Which is probably low-key ticking her off...

And the cycle continues.

Personally i'd rec cutting classes down, so her plates less full, and she can find joy in things again, then pick up what she can.

Which her grandfather is sorta suggesting... and she's considering... wonder what she'll do?

Oh informatuon theft... well thats one avenue to persue... getting her friends eoped into her charges... why not? So would rotum be an acessory in this data theft? Can an accessory be an accessory?

Virtue to counter sacrilege... thats interesting. I can hear Noel screaming on the other line, sheer utter fanboy screams of "breakthrough!"

I imagine the first line of her call back is going to be under the lines of... "i know i have anger issues but Gods Noel, you have impulse control issues that give me more anger issues!"

Thanks for sharing.
 
Last edited:
Chapter 22 - Greedy Meetings New

Sinderella

Angy Tumbleweed
Staff
Premium
Location
In Guzma's Closet
Pronouns
She/Her
Partners
  1. sylveon-shiny
  2. gothitelle
  3. froslass
  4. chandelure
  5. mimikyu
White Swan.jpg
Chapter 22: Greedy Meetings
CW(s): Strong Language, Thoughts of Suicide
Odette stared at Armel, as if peering through his lenses and down into the recesses of his matching eyes would make her process his answer faster. Of all the things she hadn’t had the chance to unpack yet, the existence of a paternal half-brother was one of them.

Virtue Corp didn’t have enough information on him for her to dissect it. With him standing before her, in all his scowling glory, that bit of information clashed tooth and nail against the understanding that the Team Enigma guards were now after her. Noel and Valentin’s voices might as well have been slicked with grease; sliding right off her awareness and into the blackness of the unlit wall space.

“Odette? Odette? Are you still there? What else is going on?” Noel called, taut with raw panic.

“Sh, sh,” Valentin said. “It’s okay; let her think.”

Think, she reminded herself. Dislodging her stuck mind made her think of Loïc. Where is Loïc?

The gasp she inhaled felt involuntary, forced out by the velocity of her turn. Although she hunted for the mimikyu, her eyes snagged on another version of Armel’s face.

The uncanny clone had one hand clamped around Loïc’s fake neck and the other under his legs; loose enough to where the mimikyu didn’t look uncomfortable. Coal-black eyes looked at her with a kindliness Odette didn’t expect out of a Blood Legendary. His white collared shirt and pressed slacks—exact negatives of the outfit the real Armel had on—burned bright against his copied skin, even in the dim light of the projection. It somehow suited him.

When their eyes met, he leaned forward and set Loïc in her arms. She could feel the growl bubbling in the pit of her partner’s voidling body. The way he didn’t immediately scramble up to her neck was indicative that the growl was not aimed at his former captor.

She answered in Galarian, just as Armel had spoken it. “Th…thank you.” So many revelations at once had unraveled her voice to a mere thread of what it used to be.

The clone nodded. She watched that kindliness wane down to an uneasy sympathy. “I’m sorry. I was hoping we could all meet under different circumstances” he said. He spoke at an evanesced pianissimo, words trickling out like an ultra-fine mist and dissipating as soon as they touched the air.

With a grasp as gentle as the one he had on Loïc, he took her hand and brought it to his stolen lips. Loïc released a portion of his stockpiled hiss, more as a warning rather than a threat. Odette’s surprise had pooled in her legs, rendering her completely still.

“I’m Avareed,” Avareed said. “I also apologize for the abrupt nature of pulling you in here, and don’t mean to alarm you. But as Armel has said, we must discuss a means to get you off the ship at once. I also imagine you are flooded with questions. I've managed to divert the security team's attention for the time being, but it will only last so long.”

Her gaze listed back to Armel, whose stone-cold face had returned to eyeing the projection like the guards were due to return any second.

"I'm...Odette?" Remembering her own name had fallen below her need to get her bearings back. She held Loïc up without moving her eyes off of Armel. "Loïc," she added. He hissed.

She didn’t know what else to say. What to ask. What to feel.

Odile, a little help?

Her own demon had fallen silent.

Odile!

All she could hear was the sound of her train of thought crashing into a wall and bursting into flames.

Armel interrupted her descent into irritation. “We should return. We can talk more freely in the room.”

“I'm in agreement,” Avareed said. He regarded Odette with a repentant smile. “This might be disorienting.”

Too late.


Awareness lit up every node in her body at once. Her world dissolved into an abstract painting of static greys and blurring whites before reforming into the setup of an ornate bedroom. Garnet wallpaper layered with a black Damask pattern were edged with dark parquet floorings that had a falsely antiquated finish to them. A posh canopied bed sat among a furniture set that matched its aura of opulence, with the same antiquated finishes as the flooring. A high-sitting window poured milky light into the room, washing over the dust floating around the lush curtains, both copies of her older half brother, and the aged woven impidimp plushie that sat atop the thick armoire. It looked remarkably out of place among the decor, but the familiar sight of it settled Odette’s stomach just enough to where she trusted that she could keep her lunch down for at least another five minutes. Maybe six.

Now that she could see Armel and Avareed, unobstructed by wall matter or darkness, she was very glad she didn’t fight Armel much harder when he’d grabbed her. He towered over her; the top of her head barely poked past the height of his shoulders. Judging by the broadness of them, and the overall muscle mass being contained by the seams of his shirt, he could have snapped her in half like a dry twig and thought nothing of it.

“How tall are you?” she heard herself asking. It was far from the ideal conversation topic, but the strikes of repeated curveballs over such a short timespan had scrambled her brain. If it never worked correctly again, she wouldn’t be surprised.

“Oh my gods, Dee, who cares about that right now?” Noel wheezed into the earpiece. She heard him thump whatever surface he was sitting near.

Armel’s hard expression didn’t change at all. Still, she could tell the question annoyed him. Was sibling telepathy a thing? Could it work on half-siblings who had gone 22 years without meeting?

“182,” he answered. “Are you asking because you're in the lower percentile of height and are jealous that I look to be at the upper end?”

Odette gaped at him. Not only could she not believe his brusque response, she was also positively agitated at how deeply he’d read her.

“You have armed guards hunting you down and this is what concerns you?” he continued. “I’d imagined we’d have other items to discuss, but perhaps we need to take a look at how you sort your priorities.”

“Armel,” Avareed said with the caution of a peeved primary school teacher.

“Call it morbid curiosity.” Pulling a line out of Valentin’s playbook felt adequate here. “I’m not exactly thinking straight, so excuse me.”

Armel exhaled deeply. “Fine. Since we’re talking about it, then, might I ask you how tall you are? I assumed 121 at first glance, but you're welcome to correct me."

“Armel,” Avareed repeated more forcefully. Odette appreciated his attempt to step in, but she could acknowledge that she’d brought it upon herself, and thus, it was deserved. Even if she did have to fight off the urge to jump on Armel's back and start yanking on his thick hair.

So this is what it’s like to have a human brother, she thought.

She sucked her teeth slowly and deliberately. “152.”

“How topical,” Armel muttered. He’d gone to examine the door, presumably to check if it was locked. Not that that would do much against a dozen assault rifles, unless it was bulletproof. “Father gets things in extremes, as always.”

There were a head-spinning amount of insinuations behind that observation, enough that they sanded her senses to a single, icy point. Questions bubbled up from every corner of her mind, trying to roll out all at once but breaking against her clenched teeth.

“Perhaps now is not the time for such a discussion,” Avareed said. “Not that I relish in interrupting a sibling reunion, but we have far more dire matters to discuss, I'm afraid.”

If that was what he wanted to call it. Nonetheless, she watched Armel square his shoulders, as if he suddenly remembered what he was doing, standing in that room with her and his demonic partner. It vaguely reminded her of a soldier being called to attention. “You are right,” he said, pouring some trained politeness into his response. “I apologize; what I said was crass. Forgive me.”

The slight dip in his otherwise strait-laced inflection helped bolster his intended sincerity, but the response still felt trained. Not in a way that felt deceptive. More like he said the same phrase 6,000 times a day. “No, it was my fault,” Odette replied with a shake of her head. Even so, she could concede where she had been wrong. “Now’s not the time for siblings-meeting-for-the-first-time banter.”

She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe there was some deeply hidden, subconscious part of her thought the quip would be light enough to break the concrete shroud that took up the air around them. But, it was far too thick for the hammer of a poorly-timed joke to bust through. Avareed raised his brow and Armel’s lip didn’t even twitch. She supposed she didn’t blame them. It wasn’t that funny.

She half expected Odile to make fun of her for her awful attempt at practicing comedy, but the Wrath goddess was still as quiet as ever. You can jump in at any point, you know, Odette urged. Never did she think she’d be begging for her possessive beast to talk to her, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Clearing her throat into her fist and ignoring the tough crowd before her, she pinned Armel with a look that more adequately portrayed her distress. “Care to explain to me what the fuck is going on, then? Why do I have a parade of cloaked assholes carrying assault rifles hunting me down? How did you happen to know enough about it to pull me into a wall?” Her gaze gradually slid back to Avareed.

“Regardless of their reason for looking for me, why are you helping me dodge them?”

Aside from the fact that Armel was Florent’s other child, the one who actually lived with him, Odette also recalled Odile’s shittily drawn tale of woe, noting how all six of the other Blood Legendaries had betrayed her and had her locked up in a ball for a millennia. Not that Odette was particularly fond of Odile, but she narrowed her eyes at the thought.

Avareed was part of the reason this happened. Had he not worked with the others to have Odile trapped, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

As if sensing her distrust, Avareed raised a hand. A wash of firm sincerity shrouded his uncanny features. “I’m happy to explain. But where I start depends on how much you already know.”

“You didn’t look especially shocked to discover you have a sibling.” Armel interjected like a bus roaring through an occupied crosswalk. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, features still unmoving. “Therefore, I reckon you are at least slightly more aware than we initially anticipated.”

“Stay calm,” Valentin said, like he could smell the dubious gears in her brain going up in smoke. “Let them lead the conversation. You follow whatever they put down. You can answer truthfully here, but stay as vague as you can.”

What would she do without him? She felt her crush grow six sizes. If that was even possible.

“You could say that,” she said. “At the very least, I’m aware that my lineage has left me with a gift I’m guessing my” —she snuck a look back at Armel—”sorry, our father, wants back.”

Armel and Avareed exchanged a brief glance that carried the weight of ten thousand words that needed to be said aloud. She knew they didn’t have the time for that. That didn’t stop her from wishing they would cue her in.

“So you are familiar with Venira?” Armel asked.

Any fucking time now, Odile. “Yes,” she said. “It’s a relatively recent development, but I’m aware. She’s got quite the plight going on.”

The serrated edge of her answer popped the rigidity of Avareed’s shoulders. “Then if you two would allow me a minute, I can speak my piece about what is happening here. Can she come out?”

Odette felt the blood evacuate from the vessels in her cheeks. It could have been Odile’s doing (if that was even possible), or it just could have been her general malaise over having to explain to her brother and his own demon companion that no, she couldn’t just “come out.” In fact, her “coming out” went against everything they’d agreed on up until that point.

“It’s…not that simple,” she said. “Odile explained it to me, but—”

Odette’s mouth formed around exactly what she wanted to say just as a grip of static clamped around her throat, leaving her gasping for breath, before scratching its way up into her head. It set off a screeching ring, piercing her skull with a sting so brisk that it burned as much as it chilled her. The sensation amplified into a sharp headache that made her vision swim and her gag reflex flare up. She reached up to grab her temples, accidentally dropping Loïc in the process. She was compelled to apologize, to reach out and make sure he was okay, but a thick blackness, one that interrupted her existence, swallowed what was left of her higher thought. When she finally came to again, she was on her knees.

The beads of ice that had crystallized in her blood were seared away by a transcendental warmth. The fire reignited her sapped energy and brought upon a rage that made her want to take a bite out of the thick bedframe and throw the rest of it through the wall. She looked up into Avareed’s wide, void-like eyes to see her right eye had gone dark. The words she spoke were not hers.

“She’s right. I do have quite the plight going on, thanks to your festering, shitstain self,” she said, voice crackling with an ominous static she recognized but couldn’t regulate. No longer was Odile’s voice confined to her mind, but now free to roam on the outside, spewing out of the mouth that had detached from her control. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, you know that?”

“Venira, I need you to let me explain–”

“If my vessel wasn’t royally fucked right now, I’d come out just to hold your neck to the boat propeller. And I know that couldn’t possibly inflict the right amount of pain I want to cause you.”

“Venira–”

Odette willed the domain of her mouth back, snatching it away from Odile as if it were a toy they were fighting over. “Odile, what the fuck are you doing?”

Odile ignored her. She bulldozed her way back into jurisdiction, her reach quickly expanding to the entire body. Odette stood without meaning to and glared at Avareed with a malice she didn’t remember harboring.

“You think I want to hear a godsdamned word of what you have to say? After everything I did for the others, after everything I did for you—”

With the half-sized amount of spatial awareness Odette had left, she felt the shiver of a presence penetrate her spine. Odile must have felt it too, because their split thought processes coalesced back into one and whipped their shared body around to stare down Armel. He had his arms outstretched as if to grab them again.

“Armel, don’t.” Avareed’s aerated voice solidified with the grit of a protective guardian. It reminded Odette of the way Bernard used to scold her for crossing the road without looking both ways, or when he chastised her when she mismanaged her pistol when she was learning how to use it.

For the first time in their line of interactions, Odette watched, from her one good eye, Armel’s expression shift. His eyes wrinkled under the weak introduction of a reluctant frown. She swore she could see the wariness clouding his look, but that could have just been a hallucination; a lasting effect of having her body overtaken by a demon. With a restrained breath, Armel pulled his hands behind his back and took one heavy step away from them.

“Yeah, call off your hulking blood bag,” Odile jeered. “You got real lucky with that one, didn’t you? The supply looks practically endless.”

Avareed’s jaw shifted dangerously. “Kindly direct all of your remarks and insults toward me if you have them. Armel is innocent in all of this,” he said. Something pernicious bubbled up between the gaps in his whisper, potent enough that even Odile was reined in by it. Not that she had any qualms about obliging such a request.

“I have to wonder where that protective spirit was when the others turned on me. Would’ve been nice to know you still cared about me like that. What a stupid fuck I am, right?” With their thoughts intertwined as they were, Odette had a telescopic view of the flaming cave that was Odile’s mind. Odette didn’t want to witness her innate murderous intent. Her rage. Every other twisted memory she’d collected over her eons of existing. But among the shadows of monstrous silhouettes and the din of victimized shrieks, one feeling transcended everything.

Affection. For Avareed. It glowed with a warmth that compelled Odette to forget what she was doing. Where she was. It wrapped around her, as if in a tender hug, reminding her that she was, and is, okay.

And then Odile was in a ball, forced there by her cohorts. Including Avareed. He watched them, not lifting a hand to help as she screamed protesting expletives.

The affection was doused by a frosty gust of betrayal. Her endearment, left as a weak rising steam, crystalized under that blistering rime. Odette’s body flinched involuntarily against the torrid chill that touched her soul; an ache that extended from Odile; an ache that she had held onto for all those years. It slowly reignited into a scorching hatred that she took with her upon her sudden escape.

The thought of that crudely drawn slideshow lent a harsher kick to Odette’s moral compass. It left her feeling fully sympathetic for Odile for the first time since they officially met.

This wasn’t just a general animosity. This was a personal act of treachery.

“Venira, I do still care about you. I always have,” Avareed insisted.

“Bull fucking shit. You watched the rest of them tear me up and shove me into that ball, and didn’t do a single fucking thing to stop it.”

“Have you yet figured out how your ball was unlocked? After all that time, how you were suddenly able to slip out one evening?”

Odile’s oppressive bodily reign was checked by her bewilderment. Odette missed the opportunity to seize control again, as she too was stuck in a stunned trance. While her body stood there, staring dumbly and waiting for either one of them to remember to use their voices, Avareed took the break in the confrontation to elaborate.

“Venira, this was the plan from the start. What happened to you was a complete blindside, and had I intervened, you would still be in that ball.” His thorniness was trimmed away by a supplicating tremor. “I’ve played this purposefully. I did what I did to ensure the highest chances of helping you.”

There was nothing to hide the fact that he was practically begging her to listen.

“I’ve been biding my time for centuries to make this happen. To find an opening to get you out of there, and to make a plan to get them all back for what they’ve done. Stop them from what they’re up to here.”

That was enough to drive Odette back into the pilot’s chair. She spoke without realizing she had regained command. “You did this?”

Avareed bowed his head. It could have been in reverence. It could have been in remorse. “We did.” He gestured back toward Armel, whom Odette had forgotten was still standing by. “Armel was the one who unlocked the ball. I asked him to.”

Odile forced her way back to the front without much protest on Odette’s part. “And you didn’t think to let me know?”

“How was I to do so? Besides, it was important that you escaped with a vessel, not just because,” he said. “Without one, you would have landed yourself right back in the same predicament, and it would have all been for nothing.”

“You don’t know that, asshole.”

“Actually, I do. You forget how well I know you.”

Vexed by the retort, Odile sank away, allowing Odette to sputter back into full consciousness. Sight returned to her left eye, and the breath she gulped down came and went without extra strain on her lungs. She was back. Odile had returned to her spot inside her blood.

Odette dragged her trembling body to the end of the bed, where she leaned over it and tried to blink the bursts of sickly color out of her eyes, and breathe through her post-possession nausea. She felt the burlap of Loïc’s disguise dig into her forearm, and she clamped a gentle hand around his head. Sorry for dropping you, the gesture said. She wanted to say it, but her tongue was drowning under the rush of thoughts that spilled over it.

“So…if you and Armel were the ones who opened the ball,” she heaved, “and you had been planning this, as you say…”

The look she gave Avareed brimmed with the overflow of severity that filled her question. “Did you meet my mother? Did you plan this with her?”

Avareed’s eyes cut away, likely back toward Armel. His gaze oozed a polite appetency, but it was diluted by the harsh lines drawn by his frown.

“I did.” Although he’d returned to his normal whispering tone, he might as well have screamed the confirmation at her through a bullhorn. “I presented myself to her. Your father had a certain keenness for her that I hadn’t seen him exhibit for another, and so I asked for her assistance in finding Venira a vessel. She agreed wholeheartedly, if that’s what your concern is.”

The cracks in her brain were spidering out of control. She felt one slash across her amygdala, sending her into a brief laughing fit. Her chin dipped lower with each harsh giggle until it was touching her wine-soaked chest. A quivering breath cut the ensuing frenzy short. She raised her head to stare at the canopy in disbelief, focusing on the velvety fabric, red as the blood tracing the curve of her cheek, as if that would settle the storm of epiphanies hailing down upon her insides.

“Well. Fuck me, then.” She didn’t know what else there was to say. Odile had gone silent again, so she was of no use, either.

“I presume she hasn’t told you any of this.”

“Yes, this is the response of somebody completely in the know.”

She heard a sharp exhale. “I see.” His wariness signaled that he didn’t know how to approach the subject. Odette was dealing with the dilemma personally and didn’t know how to approach it. “I apologize. I advised her to keep you as informed as she felt was safe…”

Odette felt the slightest bit better knowing that the damn eldritch terror had tried to convince Vienna to not be a fucking liar. Good to know somebody was looking out for her. “Clearly she didn’t think any of it was.”

“I don’t condone that, but I will advise you to…be gentle with her. With yourself.” She heard him step closer to her. “I cannot imagine what this situation feels like for you, but I can imagine she doesn’t feel particularly settled about it either. I asked a lot of her, and subsequently, of you. For that, I am regretful, but for the sake of this world surviving, it proved necessary.”

She tried to picture it. Her mother, a ripe 18-year-old, trying to play a wealthy man for a few drinks, and perhaps other affairs she didn’t want to think too hard about, only to be approached by an eldritch legendary somewhere in the middle of her attempt. Hi, I’m Avareed, he’d have said. Would you be interested in conceiving a baby that could act as a host for my trapped psychotic friend? It’s for the sake of stopping my other even more psychotic friends from using your temporary Sugar Daddy as a means to wreak havoc on your world.

Any sane individual wouldn’t have hesitated with their fuck no. Leave it to Vienna Cinq-Mars to be the one person on the planet to willingly agree to a request like that. 22 years later, Odette was sopping up the barbed residuals of that agreement.

“I am also not sure how much this helps, but I speak for both of us—Armel and I—when I say we were fond of your mother. She was a gem.”

The desire to laugh struck again before being shoved aside by what she wanted to say. Are we talking about the same person? If by gem, you mean coal, then sure. I’m glad she left such a positive impact on you; I cannot relate.

Odette hadn’t spoken of her scorn toward Vienna. She’d mentioned she was distraught over the lie to Noel and Valentin, but had she gone as far as to verbally lambast her? Not yet. The acrimonious comments were there, but guilt twisted the hinges of her jaw shut. She was still assuming Vienna had been lying based off of body language reads and a major hunch. There was a chance that there was a good reason for why she lied. A possible saving grace, to allow Odette to wash her hands of all this contempt and go back to feeling like she could actually look her mother in the eye again. Or like she could hug her. She could still admit that she desperately missed Vienna’s hugs.

With a newfound conviction, she leered at Avareed over her shoulder. “I have to ask.” She slit her eyes, like she was daring him to answer in a way she didn’t approve of. “Did Florent tell my mum his real name?”

Avareed’s face pinched with confusion. “Of course he did. Numerous times.”

Her nose began to tingle under the pressure building in her eyes. She squeezed them shut, willing herself to not burst into tears in front of another legendary, her half brother, and however many silent Virtue Corp ops were listening over her earpiece with bated breaths. She’d already cried once today, and that was one too many.

With those heralding tears came her contempt’s victory over her guilt. “That makes just two of us,” she snarled.

The atmosphere, already pregnant with enough negative emotions to get a banette up in arms, swelled with another layer of discomposure. It felt ready to burst, like a water balloon just barely hanging onto a hose faucet. When Armel spoke again, he was brimming with it.

“Since it seems like we’re on similar pages, I do not believe this is the time to wallow. You have received your answers to your questions, and now comes the matter of getting you out of here safely, in the event you have forgotten."

He was right to be pushy. If there was an army of guards coming at her, and she was the unwilling key difference between Florent Lambourne and the other Blood Legendaries causing more destruction than they already had, then yes. Escaping needed to be at the forefront of her to-do list. But it wasn’t. In the face of what she was finding out now, it came up dead last.

Latching back onto her fine motor functions, she let go of the bed and turned to fully face Armel. She began to scrub her fingertips over the blood streak caking to her skin. “So, what, you’re just as anti-Florent as the rest of us?”

His eyebrow twitched, leaving behind a divot that was deep enough to indicate either annoyance or surprise. She couldn’t figure out which it was. “Yes.” The staccato delivery didn’t satisfy her one bit.

“But you’re his son,” she protested. “He raised you. He didn’t instill this cult nonsense into you from day one?”

His brow divot softened with the arrival of a flickering smirk, marking three whole expression changes in a row. Odette had a feeling that it was a new record for him.

“That is quite the generous sentiment,” he said. There was a quiet chuckle rooted deep under his tone. She wished he’d let it sprout. Something to move him off of the stoic, robotic setting he was stuck on.

“Then enlighten me; I obviously don’t know any better,” she retorted.

“I understand you are under immense pressure.” Armel spoke slowly, deliberately, and with a level of calculation that matched the tone of a scholarly debate rather than a tense conversation between half siblings. “But surely you are not idiotic enough to believe I was incapable of not succumbing to brainwashing.”

“I’m just trying to figure you out. I assume you’re his firstborn son? You were born tethered to Greed? You’ve got everything to practically be his second in command.” If the statement bothered him, he did well to not let it show. That didn’t deter her.

“What are your stakes in working to stop him? What are your stakes in listening to the demon on your shoulder and helping me and Odile?”

It was eerie how Armel’s jaw shifted in the same threatening manner as Avareed’s had just moments before. Armel, however, was better at maintaining his unruffled demeanor. “If you must know, I trust Avareed far more than I trust our father. So I would advise you to watch how you speak of him to me,” he said.

She didn’t need to question what was happening there—it was the same sense of protection she’d felt in the way she used to threaten the other theater kids for making fun of Noel when his voice cracked, or for mocking Acadia when she stumbled on a turn. Although, she did wonder what happened to make both man and demon so protective of one another. She decided very quickly that she didn’t want to know right now.

“As for stakes, it is simple.” Armel adjusted his glasses on his ears. “Our father, and by extension, his followers, are on a tirade. I can guarantee that you have no understanding of what you have gotten yourself into here, but I can assure you that it is only getting worse. Left unchecked for any longer, we are certain a power shift is imminent.”

“What kind of power shift? Who’s we?”

“Those Avareed and I are working with,” he answered, like she was supposed to infer that herself. “And to answer your other question, political.” He pressed his lips together for a fleeting second. “Unearthly.”

There was a silent, mutual understanding over what that meant. “The problem is not stuck to just Kalos. You are looking at a threat that has stretched to a global scale. Universal, even. Gulattive and the others want to rain hell on anyone who does not revere them as the end all, be all, and by the gods, they are closer than ever to getting their way with the scope of Enigma’s influence now.”

Odette knew that the problem wasn't limited to a Kalos-only thing. She knew that she was plummeting over Shit’s Waterfall without a paddle, boat, or parachute. Having confirmation from Virtue Corp’s second most wanted individual that everything was astronomically worse than the worst case scenario felt like she missed the lake at the bottom of the waterfall and hit solid ground instead. Splat.

“So that’s what this is, then? This is a case of ‘we’re the ones responsible for cleaning up after the deranged decisions of our madman father’? That’s my fucking job now?”

She knew she was on the verge of yelling. She felt it in her throat and lungs, and in the way her body lurched under her vehemence. But her voice sounded like it was miles away, all the way back on dry land. Where she wanted to be, pretending this wasn’t happening.

Armel appeared impassive. She didn’t know if she was frustrated or worried about it. “You and I are the only two who have partnerships that have a chance of doing so. And you have the advantage of still being on the outside.”

She felt her steak in the back of her throat. It had been about five minutes, she guessed.

“And that’s why getting you off this ship is–”

A strike of thunder sliced clean through the fuzz of Odette’s accumulating misery and made her yelp. Always showing up at the worst possible moment. Always there to remind her that her life was a never ending series of trials, tribulations, and misfortune.

Was it like this for Armel too? Was this what they were doomed to as Lambournes?

The voices around her contorted into one another, thinning out into a single soundwave that dimmed to insignificance. Quiet yet fraught arguing between Armel and Avareed, the murmuring over her earpiece, and heavy rain hitting the window echoed around her like elevator music, entirely unnoticeable against the thoughts that were moving too quickly for her to catch. Her eyes fell to Loïc, still sitting on the bed, but she wasn’t registering his presence. He was just something to look at to pass the glacial seconds.

Odette’s unfocused attention bounced from her partner to the comforter, then to the floor, then to the armoire, then to the impidimp plushie. Its knitted pink skin, likely an ultraviolet pink at one point in time, was worn down to a pale, uneven hue that reminded her of her grandmother’s kasib berry mousse. The whites around its loose button eyes were stained with years of use; the kind of stains you didn’t try to wash out, but instead looked back on fondly. It was far more shabby than the one sitting on Vienna’s nightstand, but it still looked at her with that same crooked stitched smile that she found momentary solace in as a child.

She didn’t know when she walked over to pick it up. Her fingers padded against the yarn, feeling how matted it was at the wrists and ankles. The faintest scents of detergent and old coffee embraced her nose and softened the lump of despair infringing on her heartbeat. Somebody loved this thing. Hugged and kissed it more than she’d seen Vienna do to hers.

“Don’t touch that!”

Armel’s voice reached an unsafe decibel—one that made Odette yelp louder than before—as he wrenched the toy out of her hands. He held it to his heart with a protective zeal that she was positive only existed in kangaskhan, with Odile-grade fury illuminating his glare from within. That was four expression changes, but this one could have easily stood for 10 on its own.

That granite-faced, stolid half-brother of hers had disappeared, leaving her standing toe-to-toe with another clone of his that appeared ready to go on a maiming rampage, fueled by how deeply insulted he was. When he leaned over her, Odette became acutely aware of their foot and a half height difference. Thoughts of dry twigs snapping underfoot played like commercial breaks between the reel of her young life flashing before her eyes.

“Do you always enter other people’s bedrooms and touch things that don’t belong to you?”

“Armel, you must keep it down,” Avareed said. He was there to grasp Armel’s shoulder, but he shrugged him off just in time for Loïc to rush between Armel and Odette and hiss with an intensity that made Armel step back.

“No, I–” Odette stammered between Loïc’s growling.

“You?” Armel pressed. “You lack manners? You lack courtesy? You get your kicks out of touching other people’s items?”

Armel, stop now.”

“I was–” He was talking too fast for her to keep up. He’d switched too fast for her to keep up. What the hell was this?

“I imagine that if I entered your room and touched something precious of yours without your permission, you would excoriate me. In fact, with the company you keep, I’m inclined to believe that your reaction would be far more–”

The waterwheel of words began to turn again. “Holy shit, I’m sorry,” she barked, holding up surrendering hands and ducking away. “I was just looking! Mum has one just like it, for fuck’s sake!”

Armel’s eyes lit up. If she didn’t know any better, Odette would have thought her insistence had electrocuted him. However, that electricity only loaned more sting to his retort. “Oh? And why does that matter to you? You don’t even like her!”

Rage roared up her back, hardening into a resentment that made her stiffen. “That’s not true!”

But she had just said it, had she not? Her biting comment was well interlaced with the air now, and there was no taking it back.

“Both of you!” Avareed fumed. His phantasmal voice magnified, building into a thousand ghostly breaths working as one. “Knock it off this instant!”

Odette turned away, hoping that breaking her line of sight would ensure neither Armel nor Avareed could see the tears building and fogging up her glasses. She’d said that she didn’t like her mother. Why did she say that? Was she really so distraught over the lie that she would go as far to say that the close-knit relationship she and Vienna had was nothing at all? Would she go as far as to admit that if she never got another hug from Vienna, never listened to her off-key singsong greetings again, that she would be satisfied?

But Vienna had lied. She’d lied about something as horrendous as her deal with Avareed, and her willingness to bear Florent Lambourne’s child in order to free Odile. She had every opportunity to cue Odette in. She could have explained what had happened in her own words. Now, Odette was learning about it in the most difficult way possible, from every other party except the one person who should have told her first.

Had Odette known about her lineage from the beginning, would she be standing aboard the S.S. Mystic Milotic, being hunted by an army of guards with assault rifles, covered in wine, sick to her stomach from a forced possession, and feeling like her best course of action would be to jump headfirst into the freezing, storm-churned sea and not bother to swim back to the surface?

“She has one just like it?”

Armel’s vitriol had devolved to a murmur that seemed to be taken up by fond thoughts. Odette quickly blinked away the signs of her mental strife, let Loïc settle protectively back on her shoulder, and regarded him with a stiff nod.

“Yeah,” she sniffled. “She keeps it on her nightstand. Even after we moved, it went right back there.” She didn’t know if she should say the next part, but decided she had no reason not to. Armel was right; it was rude for her to go around and touch his things. The least she could do was explain herself. “I’ve caught her hugging it. Talking to it. Super anal about it staying on her nightstand.”

Vienna had never gotten as mad as Armel just did, but she was definitely stern. I’m serious, Odette. Maman loves this toy very much, and this is where it needs to stay, okay?

“It was familiar. And as you said, I’m under pressure, so I didn’t think.” Odette hoped her meekness would disarm him a little more. She could still hear twigs snapping. The imaginary sound was driving her newfound fear of setting him off again deeper into her core memory. “I’m sorry.”

Armel wasn’t looking at her. He was gazing longingly down at his precious toy, rubbing his thumb over a loose thread on its mouth. If she weren’t standing there watching him, he probably could have stood there for the rest of the day.

“She gave this to me,” he said. Not as a declaration. As an act of reminiscing. “It's one of the only things I remember clear as day.”

His hand traveled to one of the black button eyes. “I believe Father told her I liked dark types and she came back with it on a visit. She said something along the lines of…This little guy is here to protect you when I can’t. So keep him close,” he recalled.

That sounded exactly like something Vienna would do. Odette’s stomach churned with a jagged emotion that made her whole body throb. What was it? Jealousy that Armel could still feel so fondly of her? Grief for the brother she could have had all this time? Anger at the realization that Vienna kept a piece of Armel in plain sight for all these years and still thought it wise to not tell her about her origins? Fear that her lack of response would set him off again?

“I forgive you,” Armel said, finally meeting her gaze. “I apologize for losing my composure. I am sure it was quite disorienting in an already disorienting predicament.”

He’d undoubtedly pulled the reply from his mental Rolodex of damage-controlling phrases, but something in his eyes, something in the way his forehead barely scrunched under the look he gave her, told her that he meant it. More than he was able to show with his hardened exterior.

Fear dissipated into a whisper of sympathy. Perhaps an inability to adequately voice feelings was a Lambourne curse. Just one of many, she remembered.

“My fault,” Odette replied. Loïc stifled a reluctant hiss. “But I have another question. What is it like being partnered with a mind eater?"

Armel’s jaw tensed. It stayed locked that way for a while.

“I know Dorien's been fucking with my memories with the Greed Vice Dust, and I know it has something to do with Avareed's passive effects on you." She glanced back at Avareed as she spoke, a wordless apology tugging her frown. Aside from what Valentin had told her, the embodiment of Greed seemed astronomically more pleasant than Odile tended to act, and even with her ill will toward him, Odette didn't want to offend. "What does that entail? How do you cope?”

From her understanding, she only knew of two other people on the planet who could truly understand her stance as a born vessel for one of the Blood Legendaries: Florent himself, and Armel. Florent had chosen to take whatever Gluttony did to him and use it to power a cult. But, Armel…

Being raised directly under Florent’s thumb, in clear view of everything the man was up to, with a demonic presence that apparently affected how his mind worked, he still stood before her insisting he wanted to dismantle it all. His existence provided her with the hope she’d been looking for all her life, and even more so, upon learning what was causing her violent temper tantrums.

Could she still work toward her concept of justice with a demon shrouding her soul? Was she as bad of a person as her younger self feared she would be, with a mind driven by Wrath?

If Armel could grow up to follow his own moral compass in spite of Avareed's Greedy presence eating at his mind, and in spite of being raised by somebody like Florent, then maybe she could, too.

“We have wasted enough time attempting to clear the air as it is, so I fear that is a conversation for another time.”

Disappointment split a canyon down the center of her gut, sending a tsunami of tears crashing against her skull. She dammed them off with a hard, concentrated blink, despite knowing that dam was due to break at this rate. “Right. My mistake.” She thought she heard a guilty tightness around Armel’s answer, but she wrote it off as a trick of her devastated ear. Trying to cling to the idea that he might have felt bad about not offering her the insight and empathy she so desperately craved.

“I know there is still so much more to discuss,” Avareed exhaled. “But he’s right. Especially now that we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a—” thunder rumbled in the bowels of the yacht and rose up to shake the light fixture hanging from the ceiling “—larger predicament than we were in to start.”

Odette forcibly rearranged her priorities, allowing herself to really think on the immediate problem—something to keep her mind off of the threatening sobs smothering the sounds of her aggressive heartbeat.

Getting off a ship in the middle of the ocean already felt like a difficult chore, but an unprecedented storm in the mix made it all the more dangerous. Even knowing that there was a Virtue Corp submarine tailing her, how was she supposed to tell them that without compromising Valentin’s position in all of this?

“Odette?” She jumped at the sound of his voice. Thinking of him had apparently alerted his attention; a thought that was equal parts invigorating and horrifying.

“Tell them you’re working with Virtue Corp.” He was brusque with the instruction, but there was a curiosity behind it that thinned out the otherwise grievous tone. “Don’t give any names, just tell them you have a plan in place.”

“Odette, do you have a thought?” Avareed asked. She must not have been discreet enough about the face she made.

“It’s okay,” Valentin assured her.

“I…have an escape plan in place,” she managed. “With the group I’m working with.”

Both man and demon squinted at her. “What group?” Armel said.

She hesitated for a moment. “Virtue Corp. You know them?”

By the way both Avareed and Armel’s brows shot to their hairlines, and the alarmed glances they passed between each other, she assumed that the answer was a resounding “yes.”

Armel hastily stepped toward her. Loïc released a warning mewl, causing Armel to pause before he got any closer. He took a steadying breath before setting his plush on a nearby armchair.

“Are you familiar with a Clovis LeClair, by any chance? Or, rather, a Valentin Ménétries?”

Odette's ears lit up with a shrill ringing. She couldn’t tell if it was a result of her own shock or her earpiece imploding on itself. Valentin’s silence was so palpable that he might as well have been standing right there in the room with her. She heard a heartbeat pulsing in her ears now, and it very well could have been his.

She spoke without waiting for his direction. “How do you know those names?”

“I asked you a question first.”

“And I think my question answers your question.”

Armel’s face remained on his stony scowl, although his eyes shined with thought. “He’s been a topic of conversation between Dorien and our father.” He didn’t sound particularly thrilled to be mentioning as much. “Unpleasantries aside, we are very familiar with the work he and Virtue Corp are doing. You being involved with them is…” he scratched at his chin with his thumb “...a significant plus.”

Odette could hardly string together a coherent sentence before Valentin piped up again. “Let me talk to them.”

Her wide eyes shifted toward her left ear. There was no point in hiding it now. “Are you sure?”

“If you take off your earpiece, you’ll see a diamond at the base of it. Push it, and you all should be able to hear me.”

Odette despised how much her hand shook as she plucked the cuff off of the shell of her ear and held it out in front of her. The diamond in question—which she had asked about authenticity-wise upon receiving the cuff—was now the only thing she could see. She pushed down on it.

“Okay,” she said. “You’re on speaker, I guess.”

“Fantastic.” Valentin’s Galarian words filled the room with a clarity that Odette was amazed such a small device could produce. She also noticed that he was more chipper than he had been less than 10 seconds ago. “I suppose this is me outing myself, but given what this conversation has produced, I figured it necessary.”

“An earpiece,” Avareed said, impressed. “That explains much.”

“More inconspicuous than a phone or walkie, you see,” Valentin said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Avareed and Mr. Lambourne, even under such peculiar circumstances.”

“Likewise,” Avareed said.

“It is Armel,” Armel corrected. “And you as well, Mr. LeClair. Or Ménétries. Whatever your preference is.”

“Apologies, Armel. Please call me Valentin for now, if you don’t mind.” Valentin cleared his throat. “Now starting with the obvious, since we’re on a continued time crunch, how do you know who I am?”

“We’ve made contacts with your own within Enigma’s place of operation,” Armel replied.

Valentin’s pause throbbed with a curveball strike. “Who specifically?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

“That’s hardly transparent of you,” Valentin scoffed. “Odette has been very open, and while I acknowledge you and Avareed have been as well, I kindly ask that you continue to show her, and now I, that continued courtesy.”

“You should both trust that we are being transparent enough, given that my group knows your true identity and you are still able to come and go from Enigma events freely and with your head still attached to your neck.”

Now a pause that stung of a checkmate. “Touché.”

“However, I also believe in tit for tat,” he sighed. “What I can say is that my group consists of internal Enigma members who either joined on the pretense of dismantling the group, or members who have deflected against Enigma’s ideals and now wish to do the same.”

“And you’re sure you can trust individuals like that?”

“Rest assured that we are particularly selective over who knows what. Elysium is not the place where you let truths fly on a whim.”

“Enigma’s HQ?” Odette interjected.

“Indeed,” Avareed said. “A hellish place. We’d do well to ensure you never see it.”

Armel offered a single nod of agreement before diverting his attention back to the ear piece. “You can also rest assured that your identity will remain as you have presented it. Only those in my inner circle are aware of your true ties, and we intend to keep it that way. You are a valuable asset to this operation and we are not keen on changing the status quo anytime soon.”

“That’s nice of you to say.” Valentin’s liveliness had been eclipsed by something more wary. “Then I suppose this means my frequent attendance at your father’s events has gotten back to him?”

“My father is still very interested in meeting you, yes. As Clovis.”

“As reassuring as that is, I’ve been hearing the opposite from my contact. Dorien; I'm sure you know him.”

Armel’s nose screwed up with disdain. Five. No, six? Odette had lost count. He began to rub slow circles into his forehead. “Unfortunately. It sounds like you have just uncovered your primary issue.”

The fact that scorn for Dorien bounced between both her and her new brother was something Odette found both comforting and highly amusing. Those were two sensations she would try to find in just about anything right now.

Valentin’s sigh on the other end was long, drawn out, and dripping with homicidal intent. “It seems I have,” he breathed. “Well, since we are surprisingly on the same page here, how would you like us to proceed?”

Armel spoke with that rehearsed flair that his apologies had. “While I acknowledge your theory behind sending my sibling into events like this, given Dorien’s general disposition, I would advise you to use discretion over where she goes going forward. I promise you that, after this, he and our father will get far more…overzealous. Your job is to make sure she and Venira stay far away from our father. Him getting his hands back on Venira will mean the difference between us dismantling him and not.”

“We continue to be on the same page, Armel,” Valentin said. “When do you expect we’ll be able to make contact with you and your ‘group’’ again?”

“I suppose we will find out together, won’t we? Leaving Elysium is not exactly a simple task. However, I think, at this moment, we need to focus on returning my sister to you in a timely manner.”

If Odette could see Valentin, she figured he would be nodding right about now. “I would most appreciate that. We’re tailing the yacht as we speak and are on standby to collect her.”

Armel perked up and shifted his attention to the window, like he was hunting for the vessel his new allies were traveling in. “How do you plan to do that? I am all ears for whatever protocols you have set in place here.”

Odette knew the answer. Judging by the delay in Valentin’s response, he was giving her the floor to speak on it. Both Armel and Avareed peered back at her with caution powering their movements.

Lightning winked in through the window. She cringed. “J…jump. I have to jump off the boat.”
 
Last edited:

Seren

Lurking
Staff
Pronouns
He/Him
Partners
  1. sableye
Happy Early Birthday To Me, thank you for your gift

Noel and Valentin’s voices might as well have been slicked with grease; sliding right off her awareness and into the blackness of the unlit wall space.

Love this line here in the opening, very gripping visual.

The way he didn’t immediately scramble up to her neck was indicative that the growl was not aimed at his former captor.

So, at the armed guards, then, I think?

“Are you asking because you're in the lower percentile of height and are jealous that I look to be at the upper end?”

They're getting off on the right foot, I see.

Aside from the fact that Armel was Florent’s other child, the one who actually lived with him, Odette also recalled Odile’s shittily drawn tale of woe, noting how all six of the other Blood Legendaries had betrayed her and had her locked up in a ball for a millennia. Not that Odette was particularly fond of Odile, but she narrowed her eyes at the thought.

Kind of surprised Odette didn't immediately pick up here that this might be why Odile has gone silent (she clearly recognizes Avareed as a blood legendary), but I guess she does kind of have a lot of other things to be concerned with in the heat of the moment.

“She’s right. I do have quite the plight going on, thanks to your festering, shitstain self,”

Ah, so it was a narrative reason Odette didn't think of that already. Makes sense. I'll admit, I did not expect them to be so... polite to each other, however.

“Armel was the one who unlocked the ball. I asked him to.”

Oh? I feel like I should have seen this coming, given what I already know.

“Did you meet my mother? Did you plan this with her?”

Oh?? I vaguely recall questioning Vienna's knowledge in a previous chapter, but this confirms she was totally lying.

“I apologize. I advised her to keep you as informed as she felt was safe…”

The plot thickens... so Odile and Avareed had... spoken at some point after her escape?
Oh nevermind, they're talking about Vienna, not Odile. Okay, yeah, I can see why Vienna would keep this all under wraps, despite Avareed feeling Odette should know.

The desire to laugh struck again before being shoved aside by what she wanted to say. Are we talking about the same person? If by gem, you mean coal, then sure. I’m glad she left such a positive impact on you; I cannot relate.

Odette hadn’t spoken of her scorn toward Vienna. She’d mentioned she was distraught over the lie to Noel and Valentin, but had she gone as far as to verbally lambast her? Not yet. The acrimonious comments were there, but guilt twisted the hinges of her jaw shut. She was still assuming Vienna had been lying based off of body language reads and a major hunch. There was a chance that there was a good reason for why she lied. A possible saving grace, to allow Odette to wash her hands of all this contempt and go back to feeling like she could actually look her mother in the eye again. Or like she could hug her. She could still admit that she desperately missed Vienna’s hugs.

Now this is interesting... I don't recall Odette ever feeling snappy towards Vienna before? Until that last conversation anyways.

Having confirmation from Virtue Corp’s second most wanted individual

Doesn't Armel live with Florent? How is he the second most wanted? I am confused. He had to have been close enough to release Venira, obviously... but nothing since has suggested that Florent knew this and therefore had to flee? So shouldn't he still be there?

Future me: Yeah I figured out my mistake here, oops.

“You and I are the only two who have partnerships that have a chance of doing so. And you have the advantage of still being on the outside.”

Hm... okay, so Armel is definitely still there with Florent. So I must be missing something here. Can't be Avareed either, because of course Florent knows Armel's hosting Avareed. He's no secret.

“Both of you!” Avareed fumed. His phantasmal voice magnified, building into a thousand ghostly breaths working as one. “Knock it off this instant!”

I was indeed just thinking that they needed to get moving. This arguing back and forth is making my head spin; I certainly wasn't expecting them to butt heads quite this hard. I get that there's a lot of sudden bombshells exploding here, and considering Odette's anger and curiosity, I can even understand where it's coming from. But more importantly, I feel like it's undermining the sense of urgency that was originally implied. I suspect the length of the argument and the prose is actually distorting how much time has actually passed in-universe, which probably isn't meant to have been very long at all (Odette even mentions lasting about 5 minutes, so perhaps 10 by this point, at a guess). But the narration and the arguments are very flowery - normally things I praise you for, being highly descriptive, but I just feel like it's slowed down the urgency here to a crawl. There's been no real threat, or even hint of it, since.

Anger at the realization that Vienna kept a piece of Armel in plain sight for all these years and still thought it wise to not tell her about her origins?

There's a frustrating revelation. Not only did she know and lie this whole time, but it wasn't like she was trying to forget, either.

“I’ve had this ghoulish temper my whole life. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why. What do you get from Greed?”
“We have wasted enough time attempting to clear the air as it is, so I fear that is a conversation for another time.”

I had originally made another comment about how this was not the time for a friendly chat, but it seems Armel was finally in agreement. :mewlulz:

Even knowing that there was a Virtue Corp submarine tailing her

Ah. Well now I feel silly. I forgot what they were called. They're the ones on her side.:mewlulz:

“Indeed,” Avareed said. “A hellish place. We’d do well to ensure you never see it.”

Okay, so she's 1000% going to end up there, the question is how soon?

Lightning winked in through the window. She cringed. “J…jump. I have to jump off the boat.”

Oh, good! I was afraid someone might have a secret teleporter that I'd forgotten about. No, this will be far more fun.

Alright, so! This chapter was full of information and lore bombshells, all of it fascinating. I wonder why some of it couldn't have been saved until after the rescue, but perhaps it's because Armel and Avareed are not going to be in the scene once Odette gets to the submarine, so it... kind of had to go here, I guess. I do feel like it kind of bogged down the chapter a bit, though... I'm kind of at a loss how else this infodump would have been otherwise handled, aside from simply trying to find other places to shoehorn some of this into elsewhere, which... I can't imagine would have flowed any better.

With that out of the way though, I am glad we got to see Armel a bit early on. He's very blunt, and Avareed was not at all as I was expecting. The fallout from this should be thrilling to watch unfold; both the escape from the submarine (and thus, Florent's clutches), as well as the inevitable confrontation with Vienna.
 

133TFR33k

Creator of the Doduo Alliance
Review:
Prologue - An Impulsive Change of Heart

Hi there Sinderella!

I'm here to provide a review towards the anniversary mini-blitz! I'm also planning to review your next 2 chapters to polish off the 3 review goal for the blitz. I'm going to focus on the rewrite as your note suggests to do.

Summary:

Kalos is currently in the clutches of a drug epidemic, and Odette Cinq-Mars is a former theater hopeful with a little too much time on her hands and a penchant for reading into things a little deeper than most.
I wasn't familiar with Kalos, so I read some wiki articles on it and related topics to try to catch myself up to speed here since I haven't played X & Y before.

I assume you refer to the theater as a 'her' in the way one might refer to a ship as a 'her'.

When her best friend Noel uncovers an alarming discrepancy in some public case files regarding the drug epidemic, she begins to do more than just question. When an old flame returns to haunt her, she launches herself into the world of the Shiny Pokemon Trade to uncover some answers. She soon finds she might have been in some deep trouble long before she involved herself…
So, looks like this will be a mystery focusing on figuring out why there has been an increase in drugs. Right out of the gate, we can tell this wont be a K-rated Pokmeon fic. :eyes:(Though those seem to be rare from what I am seeing on here. Heck, even my own fic I gave the T-rating begrudgingly but certain events in it convinced me it was needed...)

Patch Notes!
This is a super cool concept I haven't seen before! I think if/when I write a sequel to my fic, I will want to employ this same thing! Its like a badge of honor record so you can look back and see how much your fic has grown! :quag:

View attachment 643

Prologue: An Impulsive Change of Heart
So, just from the title alone, I'm already wondering what it will be referring to. A change of heart for whom? A change from what to what? And its impulsive so it won't be planned.

CW: Thoughts of infanticide, talk of infanticide, thoughts of murder, implied child neglect
Wow looks like this will be getting dark pretty fast. :wowzard:

Thank you for the content warnings.

Author's Note: Hey all! Thanks for stopping by. There's two versions of this chapter--the original that's been up since this fic was posted, and the rewrite. I do highly suggest you focus on the rewrite, but you're more than welcome to read both. Hope you enjoy!
That's so cool that you have the original too!

As the S.S. Mystic Milotic docked in the shipyard, Florent Lambourne sighed to himself. He was annoyed he even had to bother with something like this, but that's what he got for being complacent. Reckless. Horny.
My guess is that he is meeting up to satisfy some urges or he is needing to meet the mother of his kid who had an unintentional baby with him... if its the later, it doesn't sound like Florent was at-all ready to settle down...

He stared out over the dark Azure sea, deciding he didn't have it in him to stand just yet. So much work to be done, so much on his plate. Leave it to the birth of a goddamn baby to make it worse.
What a guy... still, if you are trying to paint a certain kind of picture of this character, I'd say its VERY effective so far!

Whipping his swivel chair back around to face his desk again, he grasped at the pile of papers that had been presented to him. The ones that gave him everything he needed to know about his plan for the evening.
Sounds like he is very busy all the time with people working under him planning his days out for him. I can't imagine a baby or child would be lucky to have him as a father, but its very early on. Perhaps he is the character that has a change of heart when seeing the birth of his child. One can only hope...

Galar was always home to him. He'd spent most of his life there with no plans to uproot. The food was good, the architecture was astounding, and the opportunities…well, they were knocking. Not to mention the women were in abundance, just as eager to approach him at the first sign of his wealth as anyone would be. Nobody had caught his fancy until he met her.
Yes... I can see how this kind of thing could appeal to a guy. Wealth isn't everything though. Hopefully that's a lesson he will be learning the hard way for having such a mindset.

Her. The absolute bane of his existence.
Good. Sounds like she is doing something right then. I like her already.:mewlulz:

Vienna was leaps and bounds above any other woman he'd laid eyes on. Hair like a luxray's mane, skin glowing like a morelull’s, lips as red as a magmar. So enticing. And her body? Unmatched.
Wow, sounds like he only likes her for her looks. I guess his wealth gives him everything else he wants.

She knew damn well she had a choke-hold on him, too. And she played him like a goddamn fool.
Good. You deserve every bit of it for your disgusting outlook on people and life! :screm:

It'd been about seven months since she left him standing at the entrance of her college dorm, wallowing in his idiocy. She thought she could simply avoid telling him she was returning to her home region without telling him her real name. She thought she could skirt around him, spin him up in her web of lies, and get off scot-free.
Sounds like he thinks she should be penalized for not wanting to be more open with him. I disagree. Currently, the only problem I have with Vienna is her horrible taste in men.

To be clear though, this negativity is directed at the character and isn't meant as offense to you, Sinderella.

Never. Not in a million years. People who tried to play him for a moron always lost their heads, literally and figuratively. Vienna, despite the grip she'd had on his heart, was no different. Especially not after what she'd done.
So Vienna is possibly able to move the heart of this otherwise heartless man. That speaks way more to Vienna than it does to him.

He shuffled through the papers again, finding the notes his spies had put together. She'd said she was Kalosian, and he believed her just based on her accent alone. He was pleased to know there was one thing about her that was truthful.
I bet she was trying to get away from him because she was scared of him.

It'd been a while since he'd come to Kalos. He'd have enjoyed it more if he weren't seeing red.
Somehow his discontent fails to upset me.

Anybody would be livid if something were stolen from them, right? What was it with Kalosians thinking they could just take things from him? First it was that slimy Jean-Louis, and now—
The only thing she 'took' from you is what you GAVE her. :screm:

Something tickled the inside of his right ear, and Florent's jaw instinctively clenched.

It seems we've arrived, spoke the literal devil on his shoulder. Soon, we'll have the family back together again.
Literal devil?? What?? I thought this was Pokemon!
:copyka:

"I don't understand how this could have happened if the ball was locked," Florent said, thumbing his lower lip, his maroon eyes locked on the page he held. Reading the words for the twentieth time in a row.
Well I am assuming he has more than one ball, so I can only assume he is referring to a Pokeball...

've already clarified that I'm just as perplexed as you. However, if we've found the correct source, I can assure you that recapturing Venira will be a simple task.
Hmmm some kind of foreshadowing main-plot stuff I guess? Its cool for it to be kind of mysterious. Good for theory crafting.

I'm assuming Venira is a Pokemon from a newer generation than the games I am familiar with (games up to DIamond/Pearl version).

So apparently Venira escaped its Pokeball despite it being locked and Florent needs to get it back so he can go literally murder the guy at the Pokedonalds for forgetting the pickles on his burger. Venira probably has skills well versed in torture. If its a psychic type, Florent will have it trap the employee in a never-ending coma where the guy is always working and his shift never ends. That way it will almost make up for the lack of pickles. :quag:

Florent was silent for a beat. "And you're sure none of the guards had it on them?"

A chuckle. As much as I did enjoy the extended dinner, rest assured that I have not lied about that.
The fact that this 'devil' needs to explain its not lying is not very reassuring. Then again, I'm not exactly weeping over Florent being lied to.

Florent sighed gruffly and settled back into his chair, palming his face. That was…what, twenty men becoming Gulattive's meal? Of course, the Pokemon of Gluttony wouldn't mind that, but that was par for the course.
Ah, so Florent doesn't seem bent out of shape over a Pokemon eating twenty men. Big shocker there.

The Pokemon of Gluttony you say? I get the feeling there is a pattern here. Next thing you know there will be Pokemon for wrath(probably Houndoom), envy(probably Magikarp), pride(probably Ninetails), sloth(obviously Slowbro), greed (probably Meowth), and lust (obviously Ditto). I'm guessing Gluattive is a nickname for a Snorlax.

Gluttony. Liking things in excess. Making Florent do things in excess.
So Florent is blaming the Pokemon for his own moral atrocities. Seems reasonable. :unquag:

It seemed like a good idea at the moment, the punishment for letting Venira escape being death. But, thinking about it days later with a much clearer head, he could feel the regret settling in.
So... he regrets letting 20 men be eaten presumably alive? Fantastic! When can we invite him over for burger night? Just make sure not to forget his extra pickles... :quag:

I get the feeling this pov is from the villain's perspective. I am also wondering if he really will be the main character or not.

Team Enigma was no small gang. Much more significant than any organized crime group. And slowly growing. But they couldn't afford such a loss. Yet, Florent hadn't hesitated to throw all who were on duty at the time of the Pokemon of Wrath's escape into Gulattive's mouth.
It was wrath that escaped! He really DOES need it to murder the pickle guy! :wowzard:

So apparently this evil team is more successful than all the others. Now I understand why Florent is so unlikable.

Rolling his shoulders, he steeled himself with a sharp breath.

They were examples. Examples of why not guarding his prized possessions with their lives was a horrible idea. The next subjects to fill their places would know better once Venira returned to her place in the keep.
Considering who he is, its almost surprising that he tries to rationalize it at all really. However, I think that is a good choice to give his character more depth.

"You do tend to pull my leg, Gulattive. Pardon me for wanting to make sure," he replied, letting a rancorous smile upturn his lips as he spoke.

I have no reason to lie about Venira escaping into your newest bastard.
Huh?

Ok I'll start with the easy part. The 'devil' is Gulattive which is what ate the 20 men.

But Venira escaping into his new child? An unborn baby is usually seen as a person and not a place! I'm guessing its either fusing with that baby or will be possessing it in some way. Either prospect is quite unsettling.:copyka:

The smile fled off Florent's face, replaced by a scowl he should have probably saved for the confrontation he was about to have. His gaze zeroed in on a specific paragraph.

It has been confirmed that on December 14th, 1997, at 8:16 pm, target Vienna Cinq-Mars gave birth to a baby girl. The child was born eight weeks premature and has been admitted to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Mount Molteau Hospital. Vienna Cinq-Mars suffered tremendous blood loss as a result of placental detachment and–
Really? The only character I like so far and it seems maybe she died during labor? :screm:

It was nice to know that at least she'd suffered, but it was unfortunate she was so resilient. She could have died in childbirth and taken the baby with her.
Dang Florent. Its not even half way through the prologue and you have ALREADY hung a giant sign on your back saying 'please murder me'. Its almost to the point where I think this guy is just going to have to die before the end of this fic to satisfy readers need for justice!

On the plus side, Vienna is confirmed alive! :veelove:

Florent began to wonder how Vienna thought she would get away with it.
Probably just hope. I can't blame her.

She'd never even informed him she had gotten pregnant.
Gee I wonder why? :wowzard:

Part of him wondered if she'd even known herself, but that was beside the point. She still left without telling him, which was criminal in itself.
Almost as bad as that guy who forgot your extra pickles.

It was one thing for Vienna to have lied about her age—he'd remembered thinking she looked a little young to be twenty-four, but he'd decided to chalk her youthful appearance up to her immaculate Kalosian genes, as it seemed those women never aged—but it was another to leave without warning, then bear a child that somehow managed to inherit his most powerful asset.
Good thing too. Jerkwad.

Florent couldn't afford another illegitimate kid running around with his claim to power within them. The Blood Legendaries were his and his alone to bestow, especially concerning that one Pokemon of Wrath.
So I guess they are all legendary Pokemon. Not sure which would be what then.

He needed to kill that baby. Tonight. And maybe Vienna, too, just out of pure spite. As pretty, as rambunctious, as entirely conniving as she was, she'd make a splendid snack for Gluttony.
Ok at this point I'm trying to figure out if there is any way this guy DOESN'T need to die later in the fic...

He’d normally have one of his operatives carry out the acts, but this was a special case. He wanted to see the life drain from the baby’s face. He wanted to tell Vienna the baby was dead, then perhaps see the horror in her eyes as she realized she would be next. It would be some fabulous revenge.
Well this bit was hard to read. Ok I'm good with him dying now.

As he silently imagined his personal murder spree, a knock rang out from the door to his office. He dropped his papers and sat up straighter. "Come in, please."
Oh yes, you can't forget manners. What would you be without THOSE?

"How hard can it be to kill a premature baby?" he muttered.

Surely not difficult, Gulattive replied, which is why it must be done.
You know what's even less difficult? Not killing it to start with! :screm:

There was a forcefulness in Gulattive's tone that sent an involuntary chill up Florent's spine. He'd never been scared of the legendary, but there was a level of edge to the ‘mon that sent Florent's survival instincts into a frenzy. He sometimes wondered how they'd made it thirty-four years together with little incident.
And yet, he spent 34 years with it. I guess that is why he is so evil.

I wonder if the evil legendaries have good counter-parts to them like mercy, truth, love and stuff? (I'm guessing they don't given the dark tone of the fic so far...)

You know, baring the occasional 20-men eaten alive blips. :copyka:

He couldn't help but notice how dead-set Gulattive was on keeping Venira at bay. She was the strongest, but she’d been stuck in her ball for years. Gulattive had seemed convinced that that was for the best.
Sounds like they don't all get along. :eyes:

All it did was pique Florent’s interest.

The seven legendaries had been with his family for the last millennia, and none of them had managed to get Venira out of her ball. She was dead to the world up until now. Would Florent have been better off being the vessel for Wrath instead of Gluttony? Now that she had decided to awaken, he had to consider the possibilities…
Venira will lead to his downfall it seems.

“You’re quite invested in this,” he commented.

Venira is a tyrant, Gulattive snapped. She must be kept at bay, or she'll destroy all of us.
Suddenly I find myself in somewhat support of Venira.

The sudden outburst caused Florent to jolt, effectively ceasing his trek out of his office. Silvain, ever steeled, didn't move. But, the two were left staring at each other dumbly until Florent could force himself to move again.
So, Gulattive can sort of control or interfere with Florent's actions.

9:31 pm. Past Armel's bedtime.

His brow furrowed. He'd been so caught up in tracking down his other kid that he'd begun to neglect the one he already had on hand. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a good look at the six-year-old's face…
So he only goes around murdering some of his kids? Alright now we definitely need to invite him over for burgers!

There was time for a detour.

"Please give me a moment. I need to see something first," he said.
I guess he needs to make sure he doesn't need to murder Armel. Gotta make sure every now and then. One never knows when they might need to murder their own kid after all!

***​
Armel's room was a deck up, with all the more oversized bedrooms. Not too far out of the way of his office. He'd make this quick, then be on his way.
Yep with murder-quick, murder doesn't have to be an all-day affair. All those pesky kids will go silent in minutes flat. No more screams of agony at painful volume! No more getting blood all over the place! Just spray and walk away!

Florent pushed the door open to his son's room, eyes squinting in the dark. At least the room was dark. Florent expected at least a lone light shining into one of Armel's books as he evaded sleep with his reading.
Aww Armel sounds a little like me. Too bad the fact that he is alive probably means he is some kind of eldritch monstrosity...

Florent supposed the boy could be doing much worse things while staying up past 9, but…bedtime was bedtime. He was the boss, and that was that.
Wouldn't it be so much more fun to just kill him though? Got to say Florent, you are going soft with only killing 1 of your children per year...

Stepping into the room, he was greeted with faint snoring. With a few tiptoed steps, he was near the bed, watching Armel's chest rise and fall at its slow pace. Out cold for the night. Good.

His eyes slowly roved over Armel's sleeping form, and for the briefest moment, he felt himself second-guessing his plans. He very well could kidnap the child and bring it aboard. Raise it like he was Armel; the boy was constantly complaining about a lack of companionship, like the Blood Legendary he harbored wasn't enough for him. Though Florent realized one could only handle so much of the Pokemon of Greed for so long, especially a six-year-old. Eating at his thoughts, making him the poor amnesiac he was.
Monstrosity confirmed. It figures. I guess this doesn't bode well for the baby either, but maybe the baby will be different and will direct that wrath towards the other evils.

Florent often found himself annoyed with the impulsiveness Gulattive gave him. Still, he was sure it was far more manageable than dealing with a mind-eater like Avareed. Waking up every day forgetting most of, if not all, of the day previous. Needing to write it all down as a reminder. So much for a child of Armel's age to be dealing with. A sibling to confide in would suit him since he was still too young for another Pokemon partner.
Yeah that sounds quite difficult. I'm honestly surprised Florent is capable of raising Armel at all. Sounds like way too much of a pain for someone like Florent to want to bother with.

But Florent didn't want to deal with this with another kid. Especially not a kid holding the Pokemon of Wrath. He could barely be bothered with Armel most of the time, but with Armel and a newborn? A newborn he didn't even ask for? Not that he'd asked for Armel, but things happened. It was Florent's fault for not being careful about who he invited back to his room and doubly because he wasn't vigilant with his contraceptives. Besides, somebody had to hold Greed, and he supposed it was best off in his own kid.
I wonder why someone has to hold Greed. It stands to reason these evils can be in Pokeballs and they only can leave when Florent can't keep it in his pants though that does seem to be often...

Not Wrath, though. He wanted Wrath to go to somebody of his choosing now that she was awake. Preferably himself somehow. Not a baby. Not the baby of the woman who played him.
So apparently the evils tend to go one per person. He speculates they can be swapped I guess or maybe he wonders if there can be multiple. They seem debilitating enough as it is without a person having multiple. I imagine one with all 7 would be comatose.

Cutting his gaze to the nightstand next to Armel's bed, Florent noticed the boy's journal neatly stacked next to the lamp. The one that held every minute of every day, lest he forget about it the next morning. Without thinking, Florent approached the stand and took the journal in his hand, flipping through the full, wrinkled pages to the most recent ones. It looked like Armel would be needing a new book soon. Florent made a mental note to have one of the nannies pick one up.
Seeing Florent apparently care just feels like a lie given what we have seen of his thoughts so far.

This isn't enough to excuse him. Not even close.

He lazily skimmed the words, noticing how Armel's handwriting seemed to fluctuate between immaculate and absolute combusken scratch.
Nice phrasing there! :mewlulz:

Florent had half a mind to wake and chastise him about it, but he caught himself on the thought and shook it off. No, that was no reason to wake a sleeping boy. He'd bring it up with the tutors in the morning and leave it at that.
Am I supposed to be impressed that you opted not to chastise him Florent? Spoiler: I'm not.

April 4th, 1997.

Galar.

Father brought a friend home today. Her name is Vienna. She has big hair and big lips and is very pretty. She is also very nice. The stuffed impidimp is from her. We like Vienna.
I love your use of different font so far by the way. This isn't the first time you did it either. Very cool!

Aww... well maybe I like Armel. He likes Vienna, so he can't be too bad. I might overlook his attachment to an evil legendary.

Florent’s rage surged, and he reached over to shake Armel. He stopped as his hand landed on the boy’s back.
Ok that's another point for Armel now. Anything that ticks off Florent is a good thing by definition.

No. No. Even poor Armel had been fooled. It wasn’t his fault. Let him sleep in bliss, he thought.
So magnanimous of him to not suddenly wake Armel up in his anger...

With a shaky breath, Florent flipped back to the newer entries.
Reading a diary isn't exactly the greatest, but Florent is so bad that it makes this almost look good.

There wasn't much of note. Just things about his meals, what he was learning in his lessons, more reminiscing about Pokemon partners. A few notes on nonsense conversations he'd had with Avareed, which he could barely understand. Kids were strange, especially when they had primordial legendaries stuck to them.
Which he has your lack of self control to blame for it, by the way, jerkwad! :screm:

Maybe that's part of why Florent gives Armel a small pass on things?

December 14th, 1997

Galar.

One of the Pokemon got out today. Venira is what father called it. He yelled a lot and threw all the guards that were there in the lower part of the boat.
Oh this is cool! We get an account of the 20 men dead incident from a different perspective! :eyes:

Gulattive ate them, and father made me and the others watch.
Of course he did. :screm:

I was really scared of how much they screamed. It sounded like it was hurting. It was an accident, and I don't think they deserved it. But father told me that he didn't care and that I needed to learn. I don't know what I need to learn but I didn’t like that lesson. Father is scary when he's like that.

Blood smells bad. I hope I don't end up like that.
Hate to break it to you Armel, but I honestly have NO idea how you have survived THIS long! :wowzard:

Florent's eyes slipped shut as he exhaled slowly. Now the regret was gripping him entirely.

An example had been made, yes, but at what cost? What was a young boy like Armel supposed to take from watching a group of grunts get eaten alive? Fear that it could be him at some point? What the hell had Florent been thinking?
*reads in a deep voice* So... son, I'm sorry I murdered 20 men in front of you while forcing you to watch just to set an example you couldn't possibly benefit from, but I'm sorry. Mkay? :copyka:

I'm noticing though that he doesn't seem to feel bad about a kid witnessing the unspeakable terror, just that it wasn't constructive for Armel. Jerkwad.

Armel couldn't be kept under Florent's thumb with Avareed if he was afraid of him. Besides, the boy was too young for gore like that. Perhaps when he was older, he'd be able to stomach it better.
This viewpoint of course is because he is a villain. Otherwise he would recognize that EVERYONE is too young for gore like that! (at least in real life anyway!)

Florent grasped the page and tore it out in a single flick. Crumpling it, he sat the journal down and turned back for the door. He didn't get very far before the blankets on the bed rustled.

"Father?"
Hand caught in the cookie jar. :eyes:

Another slow exhale as Florent stopped in his tracks. He gripped the paper in his fist and turned his head. "What are you doing up?"
I don't know, its kind of hard to sleep when his father is making noise and snooping though his diary.

Every time Florent looked at Armel, he always found himself amazed at how much the boy resembled him. From the face to the hair, to the maroon glow in his eyes--the true sign of a Lambourne born with a Blood Legendary.
Funny how that happens. You have a baby and it looks like you! MAYBE thats a sign that viciously murdering your own babies isn't a thing you want to do?

Genetics really were unreal. As much as Florent hadn't wanted to be a father, it was quite neat to have a miniature version of himself. Hopefully, he could raise it to act the same as well.
It. He called Armel an it. Whatever leeway you had gained from your regret is quickly fading, Florent.

It was a few seconds before Armel responded with a yawn. "I…I heard a noise."

"I was just checking your windows," Florent replied. "Go back to sleep."

He didn't give him a chance to reply before exiting the bedroom.
Of course he would lie to him. Not surprised...

Ok scene change! Hopefully it will be the REAL main character!

"Your grace," Silvain spoke, catching his attention. Florent raised his gaze to meet his assistants, only to see that he was being handed a lab coat, what looked to be an I.D, his dampening device, and Venira’s repaired pokeball.
Well. Looks like the main character might be Florent after all. If that is the case, at least there is a metric BOAT LOAD of room for character development! (In terms of being less evil, I mean)

"These are for you. The subjects in the lab were able to fashion a working keycard for ease of access. You should be able to get into all the wards without much hassle.’

Florent pursed his lips and took the items, eyeing the I.D. closely. It looked official. It felt official, too. With a doctor's coat on, nobody would know what he was up to unless he was stupid.
Ugh... I feel sick reading this part. He is gearing up to look like a doctor so he can go murder his baby.

"You've outdone yourself," he praised as he began slipping the coat over his shoulders. "This should go rather smoothly then, hm?"

When he was sure the coat was snuggly in place and he had everything he needed, he handed Gulattive’s ball to a puzzled Silvain.

“You don’t require Gluttony’s assistance?” he asked.
No gluttony? Maybe there is a chance he won't murder his own baby!

“I’d prefer if I didn’t have him screaming in my ear while I’m trying to practice stealth,” Florent replied. Some time away apart was always good. The hospital was a solid two-and-a-half-hour drive from the shipyard, so Gulattive would be too far away to interfere. And Florent would have his dampener with him, so no mental interference would happen either.

He wanted to do this alone, without an eldritch god bossing him around. Or doing something rash.
Looks like there is a tiny chance things will take a turn for the better (or more likely just less worse like maybe he will only murder Vienna now instead of both her AND the baby)

I do not scream in your ear. I speak firmly into your ear, Gulattive protested.
Poor Gulattive! All he wants is to see some nice relaxing baby murder, but Florent has to be such a prude...

As Florent stepped onto the ramp leading off the ship, Gulattive’s voice began to tickle his ear again.

I’m quite offended that you think I won’t be an asset to you for this, he said.

And I don’t trust that you won’t eat the child yourself and cause me more strife. Let me handle this on my own, Florent thought back sternly.
Oh at first I was confused who was speaking, but using italics for thought-speak is cool!

He flicked on the small radio-shaped device, its dull purr indicating to him that it was working. Even if Gulattive did respond, Florent didn't hear it.
Makes me wonder why he doesn't use that all the time... I'm guessing the reason is that it would interfere with the power he gains from the evil legendaries. Perhaps it would make them disloyal.

***​
The ride over to the hospital was entirely uneventful. Though, Florent did enjoy watching the passing buildings and foliage. Kalos was a beautiful region. Once all of this blew over, he would try to enjoy it.
Nothing beats some nice scenery after a good ol bout of baby murder. :copyka:

As the car rolled on, he shuffled through his notes again. Reading up on who he was up against.

The child was born nearly two months premature. That was an issue in itself. Aside from being grossly underdeveloped before her birth, she was diagnosed with respiratory distress syndrome, severe hypotension, and anemia. It was a wonder she managed to survive to make it into the NICU.
Up against? He talks about it like it isn't certain what the outcome of a murder attempt here would be!

Vienna was also spending time in an intensive care unit. She'd suffered traumatic blood loss due to placental detachment, leading to early birth. Clearly the Birth Curse in effect, he realized with a shake of his head. One of the perks of having a pact with seven eldritch gods.
His lack of care for Vienna is seriously sad. Expected at this point, but STILL sad. :sadwott:

However, Vienna was stable and expected to recover fully, and even the baby showed signs of progress, even after only a few days. Of course, this would be one instance in the birth of a Lambourne--where they became tethered to one of the Blood Legendaries--when nobody died. Truly obnoxious.
Its because Vienna is special. Recognize it, don't murder her, and treat her well... jerkwad.

It'd taken quite a long time for his spies to track her down. There were many women named "Vienna" in Kalos, though none quite as pretty. But Vienna’s father being a cop and her mother being a well-renowned coordinator helped. Much information about their genius daughter, set to go to Professor school on a full scholarship. Vienna Cinq-Mars, the brain. Vienna Cinq-Mars, the player.
Being a cop and all, I bet her dad loved that she got pregnant by a possessed mob boss! What a catch!

He felt ridiculous, putting so much stock in an eighteen-year-old. He supposed he had a right, as he'd been under the impression that she was much older the entire time they saw each other. How was he supposed to know she'd been lying about her age? How was he supposed to deduce that she was fucking with him?
Not sure why he seems to be getting bent out of shape over her age being only 18. He murders people for breakfast. Even if she was TEN and he KNEW she was that age, I wouldn't expect him to care. He is going to murder his own baby.

I guess that's how it works though. A murder thinks they are better than a rapist because at least they don't do rape. Vice versa for a rapist...

Maybe I'm looking at it wrong though, maybe he is just annoyed that someone younger than he thought had pulled one over on him. (Whatever he actually means by that. I'm not convinced she did anything wrong. Probably got scared of him.)

Yes, he was certain he should take her out, too. Nobody needed to know he got played by a barely legal girl. Maybe it was deserved; he was a fool.
Maybe she will be able to talk and persuade him not to murder. One can only hope. :sadwott:

Even so late at night, Mount Molteau hospital was still bustling. A wailing ambulance pulled up to the emergency room entrance as they drove through the campus. They passed numerous cars and buses on their way to the main building, where the maternity ward was.
Nice details. :quag:

The car didn't park, instead pulling off to the side near what looked to be a back entrance. The door was closed, and a keycard reader was embedded into the wall next to it. Florent slipped out of the back seat, adjusting the coat as he went.

"I will be back here in 20 minutes to meet you, your majesty," the driver said. "Good luck to you."
Dang he plans to kill quick! :eyes:

Florent gave a single nod as he pushed the door shut. "I won't need it," he said.

As expected, the keycard worked. He slipped in through the back entrance and briefly wandered in the direction of what he figured was the front desk. However, he soon caught sight of a sign directing him to the neonatal ward, and he followed his way from there. Simple enough. Maybe he wouldn't even need 20 minutes.
I get the feeling it will take far longer than he thinks...

It had been a while since Florent had visited a hospital so late at night. It was rather eerie just how empty it was, as he'd have expected a maternity ward to be a tad busier. Wasn't it a prime inconvenient birthing hour? There had to be at least one poor woman nearby screaming through the spawn of her offspring.
Such charming description from the guy. Not surprised at this point though.

His mind was wandering, though. It didn't matter why the place was so quiet; it was ideal. Less prying eyes around meant plenty of opportunity to smother a baby without getting caught. And because this child was being held up in the NICU, it was like the kill was being presented to him on a gold platter. Maybe he wouldn't even need to smother it. He could unplug some machine as a little "whoops" and call it a night.
OK the baby will not be murdered. He is the one who will have the change of heart. Otherwise the chapter title makes no sense. Plus, too many people would abandon ship on a fic that STARTS with actual baby murder.

On the other hand, in fanfics pretty much anything CAN happen. You can have villains win! You can have the world be destroyed at the end! No amount of audience hate can prevent the direction a fanfic author takes since they don't owe anything to anyone! (I actually think that is one way that makes fanfics BETTER than mainstream! As a reader, you can't be totally sure what will happen!) :veelove:

The NICU was laid out as expected. Rows upon rows of incubated cribs, all affixed with varying machines to suit each infant's needs. Some were a little more equipped than others—for the more unfortunate souls, it seemed. But, every crib dawned an infantile name tag, each decorated to suit the apparent gender of whoever occupied the spot.
Good details. Certainly feels like I'm floating behind him following him around in the hospital.

Florent breathed an involuntary sigh of relief because that made his job much more manageable. Here he'd thought he'd have to go around and unplug every crib. While he was never truly above murder, mass infanticide seemed a little extreme for the circumstances. He was only here for one; the other innocents needn't be bothered.
I kind of feel like the word 'excessive' would be better here than 'extreme'. Its not like he actually cares about the other babies. If you are trying to show he is different than when gluttony is around, avoiding excess for once would be pretty interesting.

Regarding the content though, at least he doesn't find it fun to kill random babies for whatever small point that is worth.

It was amazing how many babies had been delivered with a problem. He'd have assumed the NICU was the main nursery had he not known better. He looped around three whole rows before finally finding the name that had been reported to him in his notes.
Of course someone like that would find it amazing rather than tragic.

Odette Harmonie Cinq-Mars

A cute name. A darling name. It was a pity that it would never truly see the light of day. The rat of a child had committed the grave sin of stealing one of his most prized possessions from him. That could only be punished by death.
Insane much?

Even if her entrance into this world did awaken Venira from her slumber, it was still unforgivable. He could deal with the science behind it later when the damn 'mon was back in her ball on the ship.
Odd he seems to be almost trying to convince himself to kill the baby. As if its not as easy to bring himself to do it as he thought. Could just be my own wishful thinking.

Florent examined the crib for a beat, trying to decide which wires and tubes hooked up to it could be unplugged to ensure a quick death. He could have been able to tell she'd been born ridiculously weak even if he hadn’t gotten any reports on it. The array of monitors and IV drips beside her safe haven made that clear. Maybe he'd be doing her a favor, ending her life like this.
Oddly enough, doing her a favor might make him less likely to kill her.

As he took some quiet steps around the crib, he took a peek inside, just for the hell of it, to see who he was against.
Maybe this will make him less likely to do it...

By gods, he wished he hadn't.
The fact that he wished he hadn't almost seems like a good thing.

Small. So small. Tiny arms and legs splayed out in all directions, each wrapped in a tube or wire. A cannula, most likely the smallest one the doctors had on hand, was still too big for her little button nose, so it had to be taped in place. Her chest rose and fell steadily, indicating she was sleeping despite the discomfort she probably felt. And goodness, she had so much hair on that little head. More hair than he'd ever seen on a newborn baby.

She was perfect.
Ok... there you go! Maybe don't murder her now please?

It was surreal just how fast all of his violent thoughts melted away. The longer he beheld the sight of this baby girl, his baby girl, the more intense the warmth in his chest began to feel.
I might hate this guy, but him suddenly getting feelings will help this little girl live.

"Oh, my gods…" he muttered, placing his hands against the tempered glass, longing to run his fingers along her little cheek. The tape would be in the way, though. Was it going to irritate her skin when they pulled it off? Would the doctors even place that tape on her in the first place if they knew it would cause a rash? Surely not. He'd throw a fit.
The effect she is having on him seems almost otherworldly. Almost as if he is having the reaction of a normal person and not a deranged psychopathic mob boss. I suppose you could chalk it up to parental instinct though. He did tolerate Armel without murding him after all...

He blinked at the thought. Him? Throwing a fit at some NICU nurses and doctors because a baby got a light skin irritation from some medical tape? Was he going mad?

No, he wasn't. Just a brief lapse in judgment. He needed to get back to what he was doing. It was all too obvious, now that he was looking at her, that he'd be putting her out of her misery. She wouldn't last much longer without the machines she was hooked up to, so why even bother trying? That was no way for a baby to live, even if it was temporary.
Man this guys logic... good job writing him. He is a grade-A certified nutjob.

But he couldn't take his hands off the glass. He couldn't look away.

Suddenly, his legs felt like grimer residue. Before he knew it, he'd sunk to his knees, now finding himself at eye level with her. Odette.
So I guess Odette has mind control powers since that is easier to believe than Florent having genuine love. I don't mind. Just about anything is better than what Florent came here to do.

"Odette," he whispered.

The name felt like a top-shelf wine against his tongue. It danced off his lips as effortlessly as the fouette of a prima ballerina. It felt magical to say, even at that volume. Vienna was many things, but she at least knew how to pick out names.
You might not need to murder Vienna, you know... just saying.

This baby. This perfect baby girl. Odette Harmonie. This was his daughter. His progeny. The one presence to have been enough to drive Venira to awaken. The thing Florent been interested in accomplishing happened when Odette took her first, albeit labored, breath.

What the actual fuck was he thinking?
Uh... exactly what he should be thinking. For once.

Everything he'd previously thought was out the window. He would take her, raise her, and make her a woman of substance, class, pedigree, and power. Being stuck in the NICU like this would be a minor setback. She would be destined for fantastic things with Venira within her. It was certain. He'd make sure of it.

Perfection deserved nothing less than the best. He was suddenly very glad he'd left Gulattive behind.
Even getting raised by Florent is better than being dead... I think. :unquag:

He reached for the hatch that would open the incubator but immediately stopped as he was about to pull it open.

There was a medical ward aboard the Mystic Milotic. It was suitable for an onboard clinic, enough to handle pretty hefty injuries. But, there was no nursery. Nothing to handle a baby who had been born with so many problems; so early.

No, no, he'd make it work. He'd order things in and set it up himself, and—
So now he is committing thought to keeping her safe. The guy may be evil, but he might not be a monster.

A light flicked on in the hall, causing him to flinch. He had the badge and coat, and he'd be fine enough to maneuver his way out if caught alone. But holding Odette? Would she even be okay long enough outside the incubator to survive the trek back to the ship? Or the time it would take to commandeer the equipment needed to sustain her? He started thinking about it more, only to realize that no specialized pediatricians were on board. Nobody to handle things if something were to go wrong.

Now he was panicking. He needed to take her with him; he couldn't stand the thought of leaving the building without his little girl.

But he just…couldn't do that to her.
Huh. What a situation. I guess he better just leave then. I predict he will lie to Gulattive about what happened.

He wasn't equipped to handle it. She wouldn't survive if he took her, and the thought of her dying on his watch hurt him more than the thought of leaving her behind. He'd much rather her be alive and out of reach than in his arms and dead.

He'd also need time to talk Gulattive down from the inevitable tantrum he would throw.

Tears prickled at the corners of Florent's eyes as he kneeled down again. He rested his forehead against the glass, watching her little chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall.

So small. So beautiful. She needed to be okay. He'd take the heartbreak to be sure of that.
Ah, he needs someone to be there for her if he can't be there for her. I predict he will realize this and leave Vienna alive if only for that reason.

"Gods, I love you so much," he murmured into the glass. He wondered if she had developed enough eardrums to hear him. Or if her brain could compute his words. If she somehow knew that she was half of him.

"Do you know that? I love you, Odette. My world is yours."
I feel a little better now that he has turned a 180 on this. I still think he needs to die though unless Odette can inspire him to be a better person in general. (I wouldn't mind seeing that!)

Footsteps neared the NICU, but they only sounded like a clock ticking. Soon that clock would go off, signaling the end of their meeting. Florent wished he could stop time and sit there with her forever. Even with her looking so ill, he felt like the sight of her would never get old.
The world would no doubt be better off if you did.

Unfortunately, things didn't work for him like that.

He stood for the last time, running his hands along the glass. Pretending it was her skin. "I will be back for you, my darling. You have my word," he said.

Pulling away from her crib was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
At least there is one person in the world he actually seems to have love for.

As the door to the NICU swung open, a nurse entered to do her rounds. Florent stuck himself into a cranny between a wall and another crib, keeping in the shadows as she walked to the opposite end of the room. He watched the woman with tears in his eyes and willed her to take extra special care of Odette. If he couldn't, someone else would need to.
Yep, including AFTER Odette leaves the hospital. Like Vienna.

With a final look toward his baby's resting place, he tiptoed toward the door and slipped back into the hallway.
Now will he be leaving or going to see Vienna? I think Vienna. I want to meet her anyway. Lets go!

***​
The ride back to the shipyard was borderline unbearable. Florent sobbed uncontrollably in the back seat, having to put up the car divider to ensure the driver couldn't hear him. Nobody needed to witness him in such a weak state, anyway.
Oh... he didn't go see Vienna? I guess if he wasn't going to murder her it would be kind of awkward. Makes sense I guess. (what is this fic where I can write a reaction like that and it actually makes sense?!)

It hurt. It hurt so badly.
Good. You deserve every bit of it and far more! :screm:

It topped every other pain he'd ever felt. He shouldn't have looked in the crib. He should have just pulled a plug and been done with it.
Hate levels rising...

Clawing into his palm, he inhaled a shaky breath. He couldn't think like that anymore. The fact that he'd gone into that hospital with the intent to kill was terrible enough, but it was much worse that he was still thinking about it even after his lapse in judgment. Killing her wouldn't be an option anymore. Truthfully, he'd sooner die in her place.
Good, go and do that then.

It was wonderful to think of her growing up, enjoying the things she wanted to enjoy, and being a beautiful, successful woman. He wanted her to experience everything wonderful in life and he'd annihilate anybody who willed the opposite. Returning home without her left him feeling like he'd lost a part of his soul.
I do think its good to fully describe his thoughts like this.

I have no idea what role Florent is supposed to play later in this fic, but I assume the rest of the fic will play out quite differently than this chapter.

He couldn't hold her. He couldn't run his thumb over her cheek. He couldn't weave a strand of her curly black hair around his finger. He couldn't take one of her tiny hands in his and kiss it over and over again. He couldn't show her how much he loved her.

How was he going to sleep? Hell, how was he ever going to sail out of Kalos? How could he return to Galar without Odette with him?
Good job at describing love. It can be an all encompassing torrent like what he is experiencing.

Florent hadn't realized the car had stopped until the door was pulled open.

"Welcome back, your majesty. I hope you had a good trip," the attending grunt said as he stood by. Florent sniffled quietly as he hastily wiped the tears from his eyes.

"It was wonderful," he said, stepping out. He did his best to hide the stuffiness in his voice.

"Is everything alright?" the grunt asked. Evidently, Florent needed to try harder. He sent a pointed glance toward the grunt as he cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his shirt.

"All is well. I expect a bottle of Moet in my room in five minutes," he said curtly. He'd certainly need a drink or five.
Good job describing his attempts to make himself presentable.

Well, I take it you weren't caught. How did you do it? the Gluttony Pokemon asked.

Florent didn't answer. He was silent on his walk back to the office. Gulattive was no stupid legendary because he picked up rather quickly.
Should be interesting to see how this plays out as it will reveal more of the dynamic between him and Gulattive.

Is Venira in her ball?

"No," Florent said. He threw himself into his chair, setting the ball down on the desk. He felt a headache coming on. At least it would distract him from the throbbing in his chest.

You didn't kill the child. It wasn’t a question.

Florent sighed. “I did not."

The ball rocked. It opened with a foreboding pop, and a slew of maroon smoke filled the room. It wasn't long before Gulattive took form before Florent's deadpan gaze.

When he wasn't powered up by blood, Gulattive looked no more menacing than a mid-evolution Pokemon. His voice, however, still managed to carry all the weight of a primordial eldritch terror.

He was lanky, with arms as long as his legless, floating body. A cloak appeared to cover what should have been his head, but there was none to speak of. Only a single, bloodshot red eye sat in place, blazing in anger.

"How?" Gulattive yelled. The force of his voice caused the chandelier overhead to rock and the china in the nearby cabinet to rattle.

Florent wondered how he should explain himself. He wondered if he even should. "She’s my daughter," he eventually said. "I decided I didn't want to kill my daughter."

Gulattive seethed, and he slammed his tendrils down on the desk, his single bloodshot eye hovering dangerously close to Florent's nose.

"Have you forgotten that she has become Venira's new vessel? You were supposed to get her back, and the only way to do so is–"

"I decided I didn't want to kill my daughter," Florent repeated angrily, also slamming the desk. "What don't you understand about that?"
The fact that there is a back and forth here means that Gulattive is not the one in control. I don't get the feeling they have a trainer-pokemon relationship either though. He is more like a partner.

Narrowing his eye, Gulattive hovered backward. "If you didn't want to kill her, why didn't you bring her here?"

"I couldn't. She's very ill and needs to stay where she can get the proper care."

Gulattive looked like he was contemplating how to respond.

"What makes you think an ill child could handle Wrath? Are you planning to leave her to be raised by this eighteen-year-old who–"

"Enough!" Florent screamed.

He was tired. His head hurt. His heart hurt far worse. Even so, he wouldn't let Gulattive convince him why keeping Odette alive was wrong. That wouldn't happen.
At least he has SOME agency and ability to keep one thing about himself from being rotten! :screm:

"Last time I checked, you rely on me for your sustenance, yet you're awfully vocal in my day-to-day doings. I've allowed it this far, but I will not let you tell me why I should kill my own baby. I'm not going to hear it," he spat.

Gulattive might have been frowning if he had a visible mouth. "Aren't you planning to return to Galar? What are you going to do about her being here in Kalos? Do you plan to return for her when she's in better health?"

Florent clenched his jaw and settled back in his seat. Yes, that was something he had considered. It was meant to be a quick trip. But, the thought of leaving was causing him far too much anxiety.

He abruptly turned his head toward Silvain, quietly standing by the door as always.

"Silvain," he called. "Change of plans. Alert the crew."

Silvain stiffened as he was regarded. “Your grace?"

Florent rose and peered back out over the sea.

"We'll be setting up our new home base here in Kalos. Starting today."
Wow! What a crazy twist. I like it. I still hate Florent, but I like the twist!

Original Prologue Thoughts:
Alright, so after reading, I first want to mention that I read the original prologue too. It was absolutely not what I was expecting! First of all, I was expecting it to suck by comparison, but it didn't! The version you are using now doesn't even seem to have much overlap with it! In fact, the original Prologue can almost be read as a Prologue to the Prologue! I like how the original gave a closer look at the scene with Gullative eating the grunts. There were some differences such as 4 vs 20 of them though, but I still found it interesting. It was also interesting to see him call it out with its power boosted.

New Prologue Thoughts:
So, in case you are wondering, I ended up giving this first review my all for you. Good first impressions and all. The Prologue was significantly longer than I was thinking it would be though. That's fine, but I might not have the energy to do the other 2 upcoming reviews with the same intensity. That said, they will still be far larger than is required for the mini-blitz.

So, I don't recall seeing even 1 grammatical or wording error in it! I found ONE word in it I would recommend switching, but that's all! I also found no weird wording and none of it was confusing to tell what was going on! In terms of how it is written and how it reads, its great!

Regarding the content, you set up all kinds of lore here that was interesting to learn about. Florent is a well-written character and I hate him, but I think that was your objective. If he isn't supposed to be the main character later, this should still work very well as a Prologue to what you have coming. I feel like I bashed on him quite a bit in the line-by-line so apologies if it got a bit repetitive, but those were my reactions so I figured I would rather include them than to cut down on them and leave you with less of a review.

So far, the fic doesn't really feel like Pokemon very much. If you swapped Pokeball with some other Pokeball-like device along with swapping the name of the region, you could easily turn it into a non-Pokemon fic I bet. The evil team would need a little reworking, but so far I'm seeing fiction with Pokemon flavoring. That doesn't automatically make it bad though. I think some people would argue it makes it better, in fact. I think I'm just not used to Pokemon being from a villain leader perspective and for it to be so dark. Even the Pokemon we have seen are more like nightmares than Pokemon.

I like Vienna purely through things mentioned about her in the Prologue. I also like Armel. Gullative seems to be pure evil. You would think I would dislike Gullative more than Florent, but I don't for some reason. I guess my moral expectations for Gullative are so low that I can't be disappointed by him.

I'm not sure what to expect for future chapters, but I think there might be a time-skip and the main character will be Odette. No clue how old she will be. I'll just guess she will be 18. I guess the story is supposed to be about Odette killing the rest of the evil legendaries. If so, I could see the plot going all kinds of places as she encounters the various holders. I suppose most of them will be younger than her too since only Armel and Florent should be older than her.

That wraps up this review then. See you next time!
 
Last edited:

133TFR33k

Creator of the Doduo Alliance
Review:
Chapter 1 - A Lot On Her Mind

Hi Sinderella! I'm back for my next review in the mini-blitz for you!

Chapter 1: A Lot On Her Mind
Her mind?! HER! Unless something drastic happened to Florent, this means we are getting a female main character and my bets are on Vienna or Odette! EITHER would be great! :mewlulz:

Strong Language, Implied History of Sexual Assault, Talk of death, talk of Pokemon death
Content doesn't seem worse than the Prologue. Works for me!

Odette Cinq-Mars’ eyes were locked on her news app. She leaned against the backstage wall, tapping her clipboard lightly against it, keeping with the orchestra's tempo.
Aww yeah! I was hoping it would be Odette! :veelove:

The baby scene from the previous chapter really predisposed me to like her. I haven't even seen her really DO anything yet!

Lets see... she is old enough to use a clipboard and has a news app. Honestly it sounds like she is older than a child and is probably a young adult at least! What kind of person is she though? Did she have a happy life so far? Did she experience love? Did her living atm-I mean dad give her any cool presents? What are her dreams and goals? The possibilities are endless stretching out into a vast infinity, but what direction shall our Odette take as a character? I can't wait to see! :eyes:

She was humming along to the actors' singing while her eyes roved hungrily over the words on her phone screen.
She likes music at least. I find her humming cute. :mewlulz:

The victim, 25-year-old Gervais Morel, was found unconscious in his car. His Pokemon, a Simisear, attempted to take a firearm from one of the first responders and was subsequently gunned down.
What? You can't do that to a Pokemon! Its against the rules! This essentially means that in order for Pokemon to matter when the chips are down, they need to outperform guns.

Somehow I don't get the impression cute Pokemon will be making much of an impact in this story... Not a complaint though, but an observation!

The Simisear was later found to have lethal amounts of sacrilege in his system. The Lumiose City PD declined to--
Sacrilage? I'm pretty sure that's a hard drug.

~Gotta Drug Em All ~ Shoot The Mons!~ :unquag:

I'm going pretty full-swing on the review so far. I like theory crafting and stuff though!

She began to shake her head when a tap on her shoulder caused her to jump. She pressed her phone to her chest and cut her gaze over, meeting a set of slyly narrowed hazel eyes.
How dare some insignificant stranger scare our Odette! :screm:

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention, Miss Stage Manager?” Noel whispered.
Stage manager?? Ok sounds like at least young adult is confirmed!

She scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be listening for your cue, Mister Mistoffelees?”
What is going on here? Noel is a girls name!

(I'm very opinionated on these things. Not that I think its morally wrong or anything, its just once I get an idea in my head what gender a name is supposed to have with it, there is no turning back. There might be some names I don't have a preference for though.)

Noel returned the scoff and crossed his arms. “To think, after years of acting classes, you don’t have that faith in me? Purrloins is my favorite musical of all time, you think I don’t know it like the back of my hand?”

With a roll of her eyes, she returned to her reading. “Implying you know the back of your hand.”

There was no response from him. Instead, she felt his chin dig into her shoulder as he undoubtedly tried to sneak a peek at what she was reading.
Ok he is very close. Perhaps they are dating. The banter also hunts at closeness.

“Oh, more Team Enigma news?” he said.

Odette impatiently scrolled through the rest of the article before clicking the phone off and shoving it into her pocket. “Just the recent OD case. Nothing new.”
So she has been keeping an eye on Enigma. Does she know who her father is?

He leaned against the bunched-up curtain, crossing his arms over his chest. “Anything else to report on? Can you at least tell me what the weather’s like today?”

As if the universe sought to answer for him, a groan of thunder rocked the building. It was quite loud, but it didn’t stop the rehearsal on the stage.

“Why don't you ask one of the castform? I'm sure they'd be down to talk to you about it between their mating.”

To that, Noel chuckled. “Why, dear castform, does your collective horniness cause us so many weather problems?"

“It's just another January, you should be used to it by now."

"Oh no, it's worse this year. The rainstorms have been nonstop, and the temperatures are changing so drastically, I don't know what wardrobe I should be fucking tapping into." He huffed loudly. "2020's got some shit in store for us, I swear."
Is it really Castforms or is it something Enigma has been tampering with? :eyes:

They were silent for a moment, and Odette heard the sound of something being rolled behind her. She turned her head just in time to catch two of the stagehand machamps, dressed arms to toes in black, moving one of the light props to set on this side of the stage. She snapped twice, drawing their attention.

“Hey!” she whispered. “Stage right, not left. Other side.”

They frowned at her. “Mach,” one grumbled.
This chapter is definitely feeling more like a Pokemon fic now.

With that, they rolled it off to where it was supposed to go. Odette sighed deeply to herself. She brought her clipboard back to her face, flipping up the first page to double-check her prop placement notes. “I swear, they don’t listen.”

“You know, I found something interesting regarding this sacrilege stuff, I figured you’d be interested to know,” Noel said wryly, disregarding her annoyance.

“You waited until now to tell me this?” she asked incredulously, shooting him a side-eyed glance.

“I was going to wait until lunch, but since you’re on your phone on the job, I figured I’d humor you.”

The actor playing Macavity the purrloin began to deliver his ending scene lines. Noel mouthed along to them, mimicking the actor’s conviction mockingly. Odette joined in, though she performed with a little less gusto. It was more like she was reciting them because she knew them by heart. She knew the entire show by heart, actually.
Ah Odette is committed. Sounds like she also has a great memory.

Her name really is unusual. Prior to this fic I had never heard of that name! I like the name though. So far I like everything about Odette.

The lights went out on the stage. Macavity’s actor disappeared through a trap door on the floor as the actors left began to shout and squeal in their performance of confusion.
Good job describing the play.

“I was doing some digging last night before bed, getting some dirt on all the released OD names so far,” Noel continued their conversation. He ran his thumbs under the shoulder straps of his bodysuit as he spoke.

“As one does,” Odette snickered.

“Lissssssteeeeen,” Noel insisted, swatting at her. “I was putzing around, looking for some similarities. It’s not much, but ninety percent of the cases have been among people in the wealthier demographic.”

"What's new?" she said flatly. "The cops figured that one out ages ago."

Noel smirked. "Did I mention that the press conveniently leaves out that a decent majority of the Pokemon being affected by sacrilege are shiny?"

Odette knit her brows at him. "No way," she said.

Noel had his phone out before she'd even finished talking, growing smugger by the minute. "No, seriously," he said, swiping his finger across his screen. "Most of these case files are there for public viewing, but my in down at the LCPD managed to send me her admin password for their whole case-file system."

"Who's your in at the LCPD?" Odette asked, "and why don't I know about it?"
So Noel seems to be helping her investigate OD cases. But why he is doing so, and why is Odette pursuing information regarding it? I'm curious to see.

"I've got gals in different locales, baby, don't you worry," Noel snickered, heightening his voice for dramatic effect. "Good friend from coding class. We cheated off each other all the time."

Odette narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to pretend you didn't tell me that so this in of yours doesn't lose her job. Grandpa would have a coronary; he's well on his way there as it is."
Oh, so her grandfather is still a cop it sounds like. Sounds like she has a good relationship with him too.

Noel finally stopped scrolling and held his phone to his chest. "So, as I said," he started, ignoring the comment, "I was putzing around, examining some case files and whatever, and boom. She texts me the login. Asked her for it a couple days ago, said she'd get back to me, whatever," he explained. "I kind of went a little nuts in there; pulled up something on that most recent OD case, and sure enough...didn't match with the public record. Specifically denotes a shiny simisear, while the public record denotes an ordinary."

He handed his phone to her. "Scroll left."

She shot him a wary glance as she took it. She squinted at the screen, which showed a close-up photo of his computer monitor, displaying a website with a bunch of case information. She didn't bother reading all of it because her eyes immediately fell on the part that had been highlighted for her convenience.

Simisear (Standard)

She did as instructed and swiped left. Another photo of his screen displayed an interface she recognized: the LCPD's online case filing system. She'd caught sight of it multiple times, glancing at it over her grandpa's shoulder while he worked. This time, the same information was highlighted again.

Simisear (Shiny)
I love the way you use different color text here. Very cool! :veelove:

She blinked in surprise and cut her eyes back to Noel, who was already nodding toward her with a jokingly pensive expression. "What'd I fucking tell you? That's suspicious as hell."

He crossed his arms, pursing his lips in thought as his eyes traveled up to the ceiling. "Granted, not all of them were like that because some cases actually did just involve ordinary 'mon. But the ones that had shinies? All had discrepancies like that. And I'd say, of maybe the..." he trailed off to count his fingers, "twelve I looked through last night, nine of them were about shinies. I'd guarantee it's a majority. Can't say for sure, but I'm willing to bet."
I wonder how that relates to what is going on?

"You got me," she said after a moment of stunned silence, returning the device to him. Her mind had become so aflutter with this new revelation she'd almost completely lost track of where they were in the song. She didn't care, though. She had to dwell on this.
Sounds like this is either a strong hobby of hers or its something she cares deeply about.

"The wealthy, plus shinies..." she muttered. "Sounds like some shiny trade bullshit."

The trade--very loosely reminiscent of the stock market--was centered around the buying and selling of shiny Pokemon. Hunters searched day in and day out for the coveted shiny and would sell them to willing buyers for ridiculous amounts of money. When Odette had learned about it at face value, it didn't sound inherently awful. That is until she looked deeper into it.

Reports of mistreatment, unethical catching practices, and selling the Pokemon without their consent,
Consent of a Pokemon? But isn't catching a Pokemon without the consent of the Pokemon to begin with? What about Pokemon trades? The trainer decides if they trade. Selling a Pokemon is just trading a Pokemon for money. This makes selling without consent, a bit silly... :unquag:

Mistreatment is sad though.

As for unethical catching practices, certainly sounds like something that could be a thing.

among other despicable rumors, were constantly coming out. Last Odette had looked, there was overwhelming support for abolishing it. Despite that, it still stood, loud and proud.
Aww it seems like Odette is a Pokemon rights activist or something. How could you dislike a character like that? I know I couldn't dislike her!

Of course, big names in the trade always made huge efforts to debunk the rumors, but she wouldn’t trust it. Money made people greedy, and greed could make people do some terrible things. Like, say, force-feeding a synthetic drug to a Pokemon.
So true Odette!

"I don't understand why the 'mon don't fight back if it's to the point that they're drugging them," Odette said. "Why not protest it if it's so bad? That's always been my gripe."

"Maybe that's the point of the drugs," Noel suggested. "Or they like it. Or all the rumors are fake." He shrugged. "But these pics don't lie. So I don't even know what to fucking think at this point," Noel sighed.
Seems Noel cares as well.

It’d been quite a long time since the region had experienced a synthetic drug problem as bad as "the sacrilege crisis." It started as just a couple of unfortunate accidents, with hardcore partygoers overdosing on some new fad. That substance exploded on the party and battle scene within a few years. Soon, more and more people, and even Pokemon, were overdosing, but not all of them perished. Those who lived exhibited some very strange behaviors, which is what really caught everybody’s attention.
Should be interesting to see what she means by this. :eyes:

In one police report she had read, a young woman had to be checked into hospice because she'd ingested so much sacrilege that she lost all of her memories, and her brain functions reverted to that of a newborn baby.
Oh is THAT all? :wowzard:

Another case mentioned a trainer being arrested when they instructed their drugged-up coalossal to eat the opposing trainer’s vaporeon during a battle tournament.
Ah, I am now seeing a pattern. Eating of memories? Sounds like an evil legendary. Eating the opponent? Sounds like Gullative. Sacrilege is made from the evil legendaries. Since each of them ties to one of the 7-deadly sins, that makes it a fitting name for the drug. The effect depends on the evil legendary is is made from. Did I figure it out? :unquag:

All the users started to call the drug “sacrilege.” Soon, they were also starting to claim they were getting it from a group called Team Enigma. But, all attempts to uncover the group so far had been unsuccessful. So much so that it was hard to believe Team Enigma was even real. The whole ordeal was absolutely mind-boggling to her.
Alright then, if she has ever met her father, she has NO clue about Enigma.

Now, seeing this new take on the issue was sending her into a faster tailspin. What was the reason for keeping that information from the public? Hell, why was the majority of affected Pokemon shiny?
As for why shiny, that is a very good question so far.

At this point, I don't think I have the clues needed to formulate a good theory, but my best guess is that only wealthy individuals can afford to buy shiny Pokemon and if they have that kind of money then they can likely afford sacrilege as well. Enigma is probably responsible for a lot of the shiny Pokemon trade since it makes money. They also sell sacrilege, since I am pretty sure they manufacture it, so maybe they sell it a a bundle. Get 2 shinies and 1 box of sacrilege for the low low price of $150,000! :wowzard:

She was starting to wonder if she should trust any of the reports she'd been reading at all. If they were willing to mess with that sort of observation, what other falsities could there be?

It planted a weird seed in the pit of her stomach. Why would her grandfather let that happen?
Sounds like her grandfather has the reputation of being a good cop or perhaps a good chief of police if he was promoted somewhere along the way. I trust Odette's opinion of him.

“How has Chief Cinq-Mars been lately?” Noel inquired.
Hah! Called it! :mewlulz:

Odette sighed again. “Like I said, closer to a coronary every day.”
Seems like he is stressed. No doubt Enigma has been largely responsible ever since they moved their HQ here.

Noel clicked his tongue and began to shake his head. “Poor guy needs a break. Maybe next time he takes one, you can ask him why they're fudging info," he said jokingly.

Of course, being the chief of police at the Lumiose City PD would expose her grandfather to all the terrible things the otherwise beautiful city had to offer. But she’d seen firsthand how much of a toll this was taking on him. Coming up on drug death after drug death would do that to anybody.
It sure would! :sadwott:

She remembered how he’d responded to a call about five fatal OD cases in a residential flat. The bodies, three trainers and two Pokemon, sat there for about a week before the smell of their collective decomposition alerted the other residents. Of course, nothing on them indicated where they might have gotten the drug from. He had been so disturbed that he didn’t talk to anybody for almost a week following the incident.
Sounds like he is a good guy. Someone evil wouldn't care.

She immediately regretted allowing her brain to travel there and shook off the thought as quickly as possible. She knew damn well what it was like to bear witness to death like that. Probably even more so.
This makes me sad! Odette has seen death... I feel bad for her! :sadwott:

A shudder racked her small frame. Noel seemed to take notice because he placed his hand back on her shoulder.

“Ease up, you’re good.” He spoke tenderly as if he’d also known where her brain wandered.

“All good,” she assured him, her words short. “Don’t worry about me.”
Aww that was a cute exchange.

It was there that the sound of scurrying paws approached behind her. Something began to tug at her leg, and she looked down to find her blue-hued sylveon shooting a droopy-eyed stare at her. A folded piece of yellow legal pad paper dangled between her teeth.

She supposed that was another reason this weird little discrepancy was starting to bother her so much. As a trainer with a shiny partner, she didn't like to bear the thought of her friend falling victim to such a drug.
Oh wow she owns a shiny Pokemon!

Hmmm... I wonder if it was a gift from a mysterious benefactor who almost murdered her as a baby... :eyes:

“Why do you act like this shocks you every time?” Odette responded, opening the note. “She’s liked you since she entered the ball. She just has a thing for pretty gay men.”
Ah, that explains things a bit. Noel is indeed a fitting name now.

Apparently being gay makes having a girl name as a man is a valid explanation in my mind. Don't judge me though! I don't make the rules... :copyka:

The 'gay' distinction is unnecessary. I just find him pleasant,” Enora purred quietly, sitting politely next to Noel’s feet.
WOAH IT CAN TALK! :wowzard:

Cool use of italics here by the way!

Odette retrieved her phone from her pocket and flipped the screen back on, using it as a light to illuminate the note. She squinted through her thick-rimmed glasses to get a better look at it.

PAY ATTENTION!!!!!
Wow, between the red letters and all caps and underline, it definitely has my attention! :wowzard:

If her frown could have gotten any deeper, it did. She shot her head up, her gaze zeroing in on the entrance to stage right, just across from her. She was entirely unsurprised to find Acadia, also decked out in her practice dance garb, standing in view with a stern glare plastered on her face.

Noel snatched the note, and Odette heard him laugh to himself.

“Gods, what a mum,” he said. “She’s just mad we’re more interested in Team Enigma than she is.” He tossed the note over his shoulder and proceeded to stretch his shoulders. Odette knew his cue was coming up shortly, so he needed to be ready. See, she was paying attention. Damn Acadia and her parental-grade micromanaging.
Acadia gives me teachers pet vibes. Or maybe Hermione from Harry Potter. That does it the pay attention is now retconned to a British accent.

“I was thinking, Dee,” Noel said, stretching his left leg. “You and I should team up and try to uncover this bullshit together. We can give the PD a break, and it’ll be the last hurrah before you move to Alola.”
Moving to Alola? But why? Now I get the feeling this story is on a timer. The end will be her move to Alola.

She rolled her eyes. “That’d be something, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m only half kidding. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, so I need something to hold me over,” he whined. “Two clueless entertainment workers busting the case of the decade would do it.”

“You can always fly to Alola whenever; it’s only a ten-hour flight,” Odette chided.

Only a ten-hour flight,” Noel repeated. “I can barely stomach flying to see my sister in Galar, and that’s four hours away.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”
Odette is spicy! :mewlulz:

Noel opened his mouth to retaliate, but the song began to pick up in tempo. He held up a finger.

“Hold that thought,” he said. He then strode onto the stage and began what Odette considered the best dance solo in the show. She might have been a little biased because it was Noel. He'd always been a talented performer. Back when they used to dance competitively, he was a force to be reckoned with. She was too. Their duets were always flawless.
Ah she is a dancer! Kind of like Cinderella... Or shall we say Sinderella

The memory made her frown. Her hold on her clipboard tightened.

There wasn’t a world where she ever thought she’d be doing the crew work for a show. She’d grown up wanting to be the person in the spotlight.
In noticing a distinct lack of personal debilitation on Odette's part. Isn't there supposed to be a drawback for her inheritance of wrath? Curious how there seems to be none...

She sunk herself into her dancing and singing lessons and even picked up acting in high school with high hopes of being the next Broadway performer. Another Diantha—no, the next Diantha; talented performer and Pokemon trainer. That was all she had wanted for as long as she could remember.
The champion of the region... Big aspirations!

The strings section of the orchestra began to groove as Noel took off into his 30 fouettes. Odette took that moment to lean out just slightly from behind the curtain, and she eyed the auditorium chairs. She could see the show’s director, Martin Gagnon, and his assistant watching the rehearsal, probably nitpicking every little thing as he tended to do. Other than that, the thousand other chairs stood empty.

This run of Purrloins! The Musical was sold out for the opening night. Odette began to imagine how the house would look that day, filled to the brim with those eager patrons of the arts waiting to be entertained by some of the most talented performers in the region.

She started to imagine herself in, perhaps, Noel’s position. A big name part, with a big name solo. All eyes on her as she did the thing she swore she knew best.

It all sounded dreamy until she was rudely reminded why it wasn’t.

You’ll never get anywhere unless you do things like this, Odette...
Oh no... That sounds like something someone in a position of power would say to manipulate someone into doing something bad! :sadwott:

She recoiled back behind the curtain, anxiety gripping her chest. It caused her heartbeat to start ringing in her ears.

Stop, stop, stop, she told herself. Shut up. Shut up.

It’d been over a year since she last stepped out on stage as a performer.
So that ended her career ambitions... I can't blame her! That sounds awful! :screm:

She thought picking up a crew worker job would help her get back into it; make her realize she missed it. But every time she thought about it, she thought about that thing that happened. She thought about those words and where his hands and his body went.

She thought too hard about him. She hated it.
Trying to take advantage of her! He is lucky he doesn't know Odette's father because he would be an easy meal for Gillative! :screm:

She told herself that she’d at least attempt to eat lunch today when she left her apartment that morning. But, as it seemed, whenever she stepped foot into this building--the Lumiose Center for Performing Arts--something always happened that led her to lose her appetite. It’d become almost expected at this point. Probably not the healthiest thing in the world, but that was how exposure therapy worked, right?

She just wished it somehow...worked better.
It's affecting her enjoyment of food... Poor Odette!

***

“Dee, really?” Acadia asked incredulously. “Again?”

Odette opened her eyes from the half-nap she was taking. It was lunch hour, and she’d decided that if she wasn’t going to eat, she could at least try to sleep through it. She was sprawled out on the stage, using her backpack as a pillow. Her fellow cast and crew, Pokemon and human alike, sat around her, talking amongst themselves about who knows what.

Her eyes immediately landed on the untouched bowl containing her nanab berry salad, sitting next to her legs. She stared at it for a long moment before looking at Acadia square in her face. She was quick to take in the peculiar way her brow furrowed and her top lip slightly pulled back to reveal her clenched teeth.

She’s on Mum Mode, she thought. But what’s new?

“What? I’m not going to force myself to eat if I’m not hungry,” Odette said, knowing her words would be futile. Once Acadia made that look, there was no turning back.

Acadia crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, not hungry for the fourth time this week?”
Oh well, Acadia is now Hermione in my mind :mewlulz:

More thunder shook the building, and Odette secretly wished it would keep rolling to prevent her from having to answer.

“My stomach shrunk,” she muttered. She flung her arm over her eyes. “Lunch has never been my best meal anyway,” she added tentatively.

“You should at least try to eat,” Acadia returned without missing a beat.

“I haven’t fainted yet, so don’t be too concerned.”

“Come on, ‘Cadia, let her live her life,” Noel huffed. He was sitting next to her head, with Enora curled up in his lap. “She stopped eating because she doesn’t want to grow anymore. She’s perfectly content being a cute little midget.” He reached over and grabbed the bowl, and began to eat from it. “Which means more for me.”
Ah Odette is short. I doubt she is an actual midget though...

“You're going to hog it all?” Enora queried, perking her head up as Noel began to chew. He stared at her questioningly before his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh right, you like these things,” he said. He picked a berry from the bed of lettuce and fed it to the sylveon, who purred in thanks. Noel started to pet her, but Odette smacked him on the shoulder. He flinched, thus causing Enora to flinch too.

“Owwwwwwwwww-uh,” he whined, rubbing the contact site.

Odette!” Enora chastised.

“He asked for it,” Odette insisted. “Five foot zero doesn’t equate to midget.”
Spicy. :mewlulz:

“It does for somebody who just turned twenty-two!”
There we go 22. Sounds about right!

"Tell that to my fucked up hormones; maybe they'll suddenly start working."

Acadia sighed deeply. “Well, excuse me for trying to make sure my friend is healthy. You've spent enough time in the hospital with your terrible immune system; gods know we don't need to add starvation to the list.”
Oh... She's been sick a lot. Sounds hard! :sadwott:

“Again, these all sound like issues that need to be taken up with my endocrines," Odette said flatly. She sat up and rolled her shoulders, releasing a yawn before speaking again.

"You'll be stoked to know I haven't had a hypotension episode in a very long time,” she said. “And I survived flu season again. And since we're talking about it, I only got seven hours of sleep last night, so I’m trying to get the full eight right now. I'm the picture of health, immunocompromised, fucked eyesight and growth, and all."

Acadia was frowning deeply at that point. “Okay, but I'm pretty sure that’s not how 'getting a full eight' works,” she said.

“Well, not now. You woke me up.”
At least Acadia cares in her very Hermione way.

Deciding that she no longer wanted to partake in that conversation, she zeroed in on the current conversation of the others sitting near her.

“Psychic types are ideal,” said one of the dancers. “They can sense the audience's feelings, and therefore know when to play up their performances.” For good measure, she stroked her hatterene partner on her chin, causing her to coo in glee. “Calliope has been in a bunch of performances with me; she’s a natural.”
That makes a lot of sense! Cool detail!

“I get what you’re saying, but you can’t knock ice-types either,” one of the stagehands responded. His freshly hatched swinub friend sat snugly in his lap, fast asleep. “They’re absolutely glorious to look at onstage.”

“Okay, but electric types can literally bring a house down. Luxray has a voice to end all other singers. He’s something,” another responded. Luxray was laid out next to her, enjoying his own lunch. He seemed bashful at his trainer boasting about him, so he hid his head behind a paw.

“What are we talking about?” Odette asked after a few timed blinks.

“Opinions on the best performance Pokemon,” Acadia said. She’d been listening in.

“Depends on the performance,” Odette said simply after thinking for a beat. Her hand instinctively traveled to Enora’s head. “Solene is the best dancer I know, but I’d never put Enora in dance shoes,” she said.

It was not something I picked up on, unfortunately,” Enora sighed in reluctant agreement.

“You wouldn’t need to, people would flock to see a shiny Pokemon do anything. People love the novelty,” another dancer said jokingly, prompting some agreeing chatter.

And apparently, people like giving them drugs, too, she thought bitterly.
Yep she hates it. Good detail to include to help sell us on her motivation.

Yes, well...” Enora said in a low voice, ducking her head into Noel’s thigh. Odette heard the apprehensive undertone, but knew better than to question too much. Enora wasn't one to discuss such things. Instead, she scratched behind the eveelution's ear.

“Hear that? You’re a novelty,” she said, pushing the thought away.

“A cute novelty,” Noel interjected.

The conversation continued on, merely consisting of more arguing. Odette found she couldn’t hold her focus on it for much longer.

“So what were you going to say before we were so rudely interrupted by your cue?” she asked Noel. She shot a playfully sassy look at Acadia. “That we were paying attention to, by the way.”

“It looked to me like you two were just running your mouths, so I couldn’t tell,” Acadia said with a shrug. “Be lucky I didn’t send Vigoroth over instead.” She slyly patted her pocket, where the bulge of her trusty friend's ball was visible.

Odette pressed her lips together, deciding she had a point. Acadia had always been a stickler for the rules, even more so in a place of performance. She had an intense love for enforcing “theatre etiquette,” and she did so using the rather persuasive Vigoroth. Odette’s head began to ache, remembering the countless head smacks she’d endured for talking during an opposing team’s dance performance.

“Instead, you dragged my own partner into it. Conniving,” Odette said dully.

“Oh, I wasn’t going to say much,” Noel answered. “I was just going to bitch that all my friends are moving away.” He sniffled and ran his finger under his eye as if wiping away tears. “First Claude, then Basile, then my sister, now you. Why'd your mum have to put in a transfer?"
A transfer... I bet it it was due to the problem preventing Odette from pursuing her career. I'm glad to hear her mother is alive.

"She's been trying to move her base of operations to Alola or Sinnoh for years, and the Professor's Org finally approved her for an Alola move," she explained with a shrug. "Now, she won't be out of town as often."
Odette doesn't have her own place, it seems. Not that many people do at that age these days apparently...

Noel stuck out his lower lip, his posture going slack. "Who will I hide behind when Acadia yells at me for drinking too much wine?”

“Nobody,” Acadia groused. "You're going to learn to take it to your face."

“Besides, you have the group chat. Just complain there like you always do,” Odette suggested, raising the sleeping RotomPhone for emphasis.

“It won’t be the same, though," Noel groaned, waving a dismissive hand at Acadia.

Odette had to nod in agreement, it wouldn’t be the same. While she was somewhat looking forward to the hefty change, something about leaving behind the place she grew up was only adding to her daily anxiety load. She didn’t know what it would be like not being able to walk three floors down to Noel’s flat when she needed to get out of her head. Or being unable to meet Acadia for lunch when she was bored and needed female interaction. Or, possibly worst, being unable to ride across the city to her grandparent’s townhouse just because.
I'm with Odette. Moving is inherently sad.

It would be a new house, a new town, and new people. Shit, even new Pokemon.

She felt like she’d come to terms with it, but it was still ringing...odd.

The move wasn’t for another three months, but the household had collectively decided to get going on packing now. Normally her entire team should have been at work with her, but they'd taken leave to start working on boxing up the place. Now she was down to having one partner accompany her a day, which she supposed wasn't the worst thing in the world if it meant packing was indeed getting done. The focus today was all the glassware because they weren't planning on using it any time before the move.

However, she wouldn't be shocked if her thoughts of productivity were all wishful. Solene and Isaur might keep everything under control without breaking anything, but asking Ange and Loïc to do something productive and careful like that together was like asking an aggron to do jumping jacks: it wasn't going to happen.

Maybe I should have asked Ange to come with me today instead, she thought.

“As sad as I am that you’re leaving,” Acadia spoke solemnly, snapping her out of her thought, “I do think that’s what you need. A change of scenery and a clean slate.”
Hate to admit it, but yeah it might help in her case...

There were implications to that sentence that made Odette feel blessed to have a friend so concerned about her mental state and disgusted that anything even needed to be hinted at in the first place.

Why couldn’t she just be okay?
It's not your fault Odette... :sadwott:

“The Elite Family dance studio is in Alola! You could audition,” Noel suggested suddenly. “Alolans are known for being great singers, too, so you could also find another coach!”

“I heard they’re finally establishing a Pokemon League there in the next few years, too. That would be great to get in on as well since you’ve gone back to Pokemon training school,” Acadia added.

Enora appeared to like that idea because her long ears stiffened at the sound of ‘Pokemon League.’

That might be something worth pursuing, yes?” she asked hopefully.

Odette couldn’t help the dubious tilt that took over her lips. The idea of a clean slate was great, she didn’t deny that. But all of those suggestions made her stomach perform aerials. She thought back to how she’d imagined herself center stage on opening night, and...no. The fear began to gnaw at her again.

“Those all sound like great ideas,” she said, ensuring her voice didn’t waver. They didn’t need to know how badly her head was spinning. “I’ll look into them.”
She's worried she will run into problems again... The world really sucks sometimes...:sadwott:

Ok this one did quite a bit! We have Odette, now 22 years old who has had some bad and unpleasant things to deal with, but seems to be the main character. She is into acting and dancing and has a big heart! She is also a bit spicy at times. :mewlulz:

We also got to meet Noel, Enora, and Acadia(who is absolutely not Hermione)

We learn her grandfather is police chief and her mother is alive and is a Pokemon professor! Absolutely no mention of anyone specific in enigma though, but I'm certain that will come up again later.

I'm really curious what the deal with Veniera though or rather, the lack of deal since there has been nothing on that yet unless i completely missed it.

No idea where things go now. Does she move at the end of the fic? Will it flashforward to Alola next chapter?

Should be interesting to see!
 
Last edited:

133TFR33k

Creator of the Doduo Alliance
Review:
Chapter 2: The Audacity...

Hi Sind! Here for the 3rd installment for the mini-blitz!

Chapter 2: The Audacity...
Interesting title. Something is going to upset Odette I think. I believe whatever upsets her will probably be what propels her forward into the plot and will set up for diving into whatever this fic will be ultimately about. (Which I still think is beating all the evil legendaries and probably killing them with Veniera)

Odette had never wanted to trade her motorcycle in for a flying-type pokemon. Noel, when he wasn’t going on and on about how his braviary partner Elton didn’t listen to him, always claimed flying was a truly exhilarating experience. But for Odette, nothing trumped a motorcycle. She was in full control, weaving in and out of traffic and between buildings at mach speed; she decided where to go and how fast she went. Flyers didn’t know what they were missing.
Wow I would not have guessed she would ride motorcycles. Very dangerous but is almost objectively cool!

Odette tightened her grip on the handlebars as a breeze stirred her bangs, cool against her uncovered head. She’d have to be extra careful tonight, with the roads still being soaked from the downpour. The last thing she needed was to have Acadia screaming, “I told you so!” at her hospital bedside. Or worse, over her grave.
Good, at least our Odette has the understanding that it is dangerous!

The city storefronts flew by her in streaks of bright light, seemingly absorbed by the headlights of the other cars she was surrounded by. The brisk air nipped at her face, leaving her nose inflamed and beginning to run. She quickly reached up a hand and rubbed at it as she switched into the middle lane of the road. Her eyes darted between the two cars that bordered her bike, and she instinctively slowed down when she saw the right car begin to swerve into her lane without using a blinker. It then sped up as if trying to leave that little faux pas behind.
Nice description here for the riding scene!

“Dumbass,” Odette said to herself, returning to her normal speed. Her mind ran with observations as she maneuvered between cars.
I want to act like Acadia and point out her language, but honestly who wouldn't at something like that...

Watch the van, they’re lane hopping...that hatchback’s driving under the speed limit, the driver looks like they’re texting, steer clear…why is this stupid sedan on my ass? And there’s the stoplight. Shit, it’s turning. Not even going to try to run it with Noel on here.

She slowed to a stop at the front of the pack of automobiles waiting for their chance to charge across the four-way intersection. The downtime allowed her to rub her tingling nose again and untangle her bangs.

Noel seized the opportunity for a chat. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder and loudly inhaled.

“Dee, what shampoo do you use again? The inside of your helmet smells so good.

She looked over her shoulder, resisting the urge to laugh at the sight of Noel in her helmet. She'd felt it'd be safer for him to wear it considering she was the experienced motorcyclist between them, but the thing barely fit his head. Something was better than nothing, though.
Aww that's sweet of her to care enough to lend it! :veelove:

I'm guessing this wasn't a pre-planned trip though or there would have been 2 helmets... which raises the question of what is going on here?

“Bulba and Bulba curl moisturizing shampoo,” she answered. Her eyes returned to the traffic running perpendicular to them. “It doesn’t have much of a smell, though. You’re probably noticing the heat protectant spray.”

“I still don’t understand why you straighten your hair,” he sighed. He grabbed one of her braids and began to tug on it playfully. “Your curls are amazing, and you would rock the luxray mane look.”
Knowing Noel is gay, I don't have the anticipation that they were, are, or will be lovers. It kind of lets his character be its own thing without any romance expectations.

Also, nice details regarding Odette's hair.

Noel kept up with his chatter, but Odette tuned him out as she watched the traffic. The hundreds of tires rolling over soaked asphalt blended with the sounds of rumbling engines around her, combining with the music from the storefronts on either side to create a full cacophony. Odette drew in a deep breath. Most people weren’t fans of traffic noise, but she had always found the sheer volume calming.
Interesting perspective.

The sound of an engine revving echoed violently from over the building off to her right, and it caused her to jolt. Even from far off, it rattled in her eardrums above all the other sounds.

Odette jerked her head in the direction of the disturbance. On the street, a few people had halted, looking around.

“Street racers? Who the hell is street racing in Lumiose at this time of night?” Noel exclaimed, pulling his hand away from Odette’s hair. Before Odette could answer, that same revving noise exploded through the area again, louder than the first.

“Look!” Noel called, nudging her back. Three cars raced around the corner. They were sleek, shiny, and probably cost more than her entire apartment and everything in it. They were colourful, too--clearly, they wanted to be seen doing this illegal nonsense.

Rich people out for a joyride.
I can feel and resonate with the disdain... :copyka:

“Red light’s gonna rain hard on their parade,” Noel laughed. Odette’s eyes flicked over to their light; sure enough, it had gone green. The cars around them started forward, but Odette didn’t move her foot from the brake. Her gaze was fixed on the three cars. Their speed wasn’t letting up in the slightest.

They’re not going to stop, she realized.

The cars behind her began to honk, and she felt Noel jostle her again, lighter this time.

“Uh, Dee?”

It all happened in a blink. As the sports cars entered the intersection, the honking became frenzied. Cars screeched to a halt. The street racers tore past, sending up a spray of mist. They rounded the next corner, and they were gone as quickly as they’d appeared.
Looks like Odette has some good instincts!

Odette blinked rapidly, trying to process what she’d just seen. The passersby erupted into conversation. Even though she couldn’t make out the words, she could hear their disdain and disbelief.

Those fuckers could have killed somebody, she thought numbly. Around her, the honking had died down. The light was still green, but the traffic remained halted, all sharing in the same shock.

Odette felt an all-too-familiar tingling sensation start to form in the small of her back. Her lips curled back over her teeth. The corners of her vision began to go red.

“Those fucking lowlives,” she spat. She violently revved her bike. “I’m gonna--”
Hmm... is this a normal reaction or is it a Veniera wrath reaction I wonder?

“Hey!” Noel snapped. He smacked her lightly on the crown of her head. “Simmer down, Hothead!”

Odette whipped around in her seat, one fist raised. She couldn’t hear anything above the rush of blood in her head.

“Do you want my goddamn fist down your throat?” she shouted.
Oh... um... wow Odette I was not expecting that from you!

Noel flinched back. His hands came up defensively in front of his face. “I want you to drive before the guys behind us shove their fists down both our throats!” he yelled back.
Wow, I think Odette is really hating that she has a passenger right now... :wowzard:

She stared. The red began to clear as the aggravated honks behind her began to pick back up again. She lowered her fist, turned around, and propelled the bike forward. Her heart was pounding as fast as her mind was moving.

“Gods,” Noel breathed when they were well away from the intersection. “Leave it to you to go psycho over some stupid racers. Keep it together, Dee.”
Well she wasn't totally out of line. Her grandfather is chief of police and probably a big influence in her life. Of course something like that would anger her. Add what I think might be Veniera on top of that, and its considerably more sensible than one would initially think! Still... I hope Odette won't be like that too much...

Warm-up breaths, she thought. One second in, one second out. That was a start. Now two seconds in, two seconds out. She wasn’t feeling any different. The tingle in her back had yet to lessen, and her brain buzzed with threats and ferocious thoughts of payback. She wanted nothing more than to blacken the eyes of one of those drivers. Haul him out of his car, slam him against the wall and punch and kick until they were a bloody pulp, until—

The audacity, the sheer fucking audacity…
Yeah it sounds incredibly stupid and dangerous. A pretty easy thing to get angry at.

The breathing wasn’t working. She felt like she wasn’t getting enough air. All of her brainpower was going toward her rage. She had to concentrate on something else.

So, she began to recite the Purrloins! script instead, starting with the opening song.

“Are you blind when you’re born, can you see in the dark, can you look at a king, would you sit on his throne…” she sang to herself. She focused on remembering how the orchestra sounded when they played along with the singers in rehearsal. The harmonies, the rests, the subtle grooves, the way they were never quite together on the sudden rests, no matter how much the conductor scolded them.

She kept on driving toward her building. The more she focused on picturing the stage as she sang the lyrics, the less she focused on the idea of hunting the drivers down and making them pay for their bullshit.
That's a cool way to calm herself down! :eyes:

Another turn brought her onto Gigavolt Way. She slowed to a stop outside a low-rise apartment building. The familiar sight helped in cutting her anger for a moment. Arched doors stood behind wrought iron balcony fences and flower boxes brimmed with blooming daisies and pansies. Some of Odette’s night owl neighbours were on their balconies with their Pokemon friends, enjoying the cool post-rain air. They waved as Odette drove by and turned onto the downward incline leading into the garage.

“Flat sweet flat,” Noel hummed as Odette stopped at the security gate and entered her code. She easily maneuvered down the rows of parked cars through the parking lot until she found one of the spots labelled 310. She and her mother had certainly gotten lucky when they moved into the building because the first 310 spot was stationed right next to the elevator and staircase leading up to the lobby.
Apartments. A fact of life for many in the world. Being near the elevator is certainly a boon.

Once the bike rumbled to a stop, Odette swung off and stomped toward the elevator doors. She’d forgotten about Noel. His voice caught her just as she reached out to jab the elevator button.

“Hey! Temper Tantrum!”

“That’s not my name,” Odette snapped back, not turning.
Noel... I don't think she wants this kind of humor when she is this mad... if anything you are just making it worse... :copyka:

"It might as well be,” he said. “Quit stomping around and come back here.”

Odette closed her eyes. She didn’t have the patience to deal with Noel being Noel. Nonetheless, she pulled back her arm and turned to face him.

“What,” she said. The word came out more menacingly than she had intended.

Noel had taken off the helmet. He held it in front of him like a shield. “Pick one. We’re either gonna woosah, or we’re gonna sing another happy song.”

The tingle in her back flared again. The attempt at calming herself was wasted.

“Neither, I’m fine,” she ground out.

“Pick one,” Noel repeated as he stepped closer. He had a ridiculous grin on his face. The fuck was he so happy about? “I would suggest singing because the acoustics in here are great. Don’t think I didn’t hear you singing Jellicle Songs.”

His grin didn’t falter, despite the intensity of her glare. All she wanted to do now was get up to her apartment and stretch all the anger out of her system with her Pokemon team, provided nobody was up to anything foolish. But no, Noel had to be a good friend and make sure she calmed down before any of that happened. The babying lunatic.

She sucked in a deep breath.

“Jellicles do, and Jellicles can,” she sang, her voice echoing through the brightly lit garage.

Somehow, Noel's smile widened even further. “Jellicle purrloins sing Jellicle chants,” he belted.

As they continued through the verse, Noel dropped his things and began to do his own choreography for the song as if he were back on the stage. Although she tried to keep herself from doing so, she was soon smiling at the ridiculousness of it. But, the subdued performer part of her was aching to dance with him. She’d spent enough time on the stage’s wings, watching the dancers run through their steps repeatedly, that she felt she knew the choreography as well as she knew the timings of the scene changes.

As Noel danced, she began to move along with him. Not with the same pep but with just enough gusto to show she had an idea of what she was doing. A couple of steps in, the tingle in her back faded almost entirely.
I guess Noel is good for something. He is lucky she loves performance so much, otherwise that humor would have soured her mood more for sure!

She stopped what she was doing, arching over and placing her hands on her knees.

All previous thoughts of violence, wrath, and everything in between vacated her mind, leaving her feeling winded. Her vision began to cloud with sleepiness, and her insides felt like they’d melted into jelly. The feeling was so intense that she forgot what she'd been so mad at just moments before. She was so focused on the malaise that gripped her that there was no room to be angry at anything. To even feel anything else but weariness and, of course, regret.
I guess this is how she keeps Venira under control.

It suddenly pained her to be standing upright.

Gods, I hate this part, she thought through her fatigued haze.

Nonetheless, she made herself breathe through it. She began smacking her lips together, longing for a big sip of water. Something to treat the dry feeling on her tongue and the gross feeling at the back of her throat.

Hydration was always the answer. The results were usually instant.

She felt a hand begin to paw her head as the elevator dinged, signaling it had been called.

“Maybe if you diverted more energy into smiling, you wouldn’t always get so winded every time you got pissed off,” Noel teased from his new spot next to her. "You think your eyes are red because you're so angry all the time?"

Odette dazedly leaned over to open her backpack. She retrieved the water bottle she’d swiped from the backstage fridge just before leaving for the night and started chugging it in greedy gulps.

“Smiling causes premature wrinkles,” she huffed when she finished. "And it's a mutation, ass."
Mutation? I'd say its more of an effect of Venira! Not that she seems like she would be aware of that at this point though...

Pushing herself up to stand upright, she blinked until the corners of her vision straightened themselves out. Her guts reformed, and as the water hit her stomach, it sent an instant surge of energy through her nerves. She suddenly felt as if she'd never been tired in the first place. No aches, no dizziness, no urge to fall over. All was right within her again. The regret was still prominent, but at least she could focus on it without the lingering feeling that she would dry heave and pass out.

"I dunno, red eyes and anger go pret-ty well together,” Noel said, his voice inflecting upwards. “Real talk, though. Getting so mad that you’re tired afterward shouldn’t be the move.”

She pursed her lips as she wrestled the half-empty bottle into her bag. “My anger issues know no bounds.” She paused, then exhaled slowly through her nose. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open. Noel sauntered in. Odette followed with considerably less spring in her step.

“No harm done. I know how you are, Little Miss Angry Eyes," he replied easily. "Still, they were just stupid rich kids racing their new toys. Why waste your energy on that?” he continued as they began to move up. "Based on my observations, they might die of a sacrilege overdose soon, so..."

Because,” Odette said strongly, “they could really hurt somebody. If I hadn’t been paying attention, there’s a chance they would have hit us. Then we’d be paralyzed or dead. And they don’t give a shit. The inconsideration just…”
Bringing that back up again RIGHT after you calmed her down? Really Noel?

I'm kind of on Odette's side on this one. Not sure what she realistically could have accomplished even if she chased after them though. What would she do? Get in a fight and hurt them? That would just get them to sue her. There were at least 3 of them too. She could have easily bitten off more than she could chew...

Her jaw clenched, and she pushed back her rising anger. There was no need for a round two of that.

“It just pisses me off,” she finished flatly. Another pause. "And that's not funny."

Noel sucked his teeth again, then returned his free hand to her head and began to scratch affectionately. “Sorry, sorry, my bad," he apologized. "But gods, you have so much rage in that tiny body. You must hide it all in your hair.”
Alright at least he is having a calming effect now.

The elevator soon stopped and opened into the complex’s main floor. The interior wasn’t nearly as fancy as the exterior, just a wide open space with an empty front desk, a sitting area of mismatched chairs and loveseats, and a wall of mailboxes.

“Let’s see what BS junk we got today,” Noel said as he popped open his own mailbox. Odette’s was quite high up, so she had to stand on the tips of her toes to be able to get the key in the lock.
Wait if they were just going home, why doesn't Odette own two helmets? This seems like an ordinary trip that should have been expected! If it was expected, Odette knows enough about danger to have a helmet for Noel! Did Noel forget his own helmet?

She was surprised at how much mail she pulled out once it was open. A couple of magazines, pamphlets, and some smaller envelopes.

Maman’s, maman’s, maman’s...she thought as she flipped through the magazine covers. Finally, she came upon a pamphlet addressed to her. She flipped it over to read the cover, and her chest seized at the words that blared in her face.


Fleurrh University of the Arts

You’re almost done!
Sign up for summer classes today!


She dropped the rest of her mail and tore the page in half. The sudden movement made Noel flinch. When she returned from dumping the thing in the trash, she found him watching her with knowing eyes.
Huh... I wonder what is going on here?

His brows raised. “More shit from Fleurrh?” he asked.

Odette didn’t immediately respond. She kneeled and began to pick up what she had dropped.

“What gave it away?” she muttered.

“I know that look on your face. But what gives, Dee? Why are they still bothering you?”

She shrugged. “I only had six credits left when I dropped out, I guess they want to keep reminding me of that.”
Is that where the bad incident happened? Was it a college professor doing that??

Noel shook his head incredulously while nudging his locker closed. He set his own mail pile down and knelt to help Odette collect the rest of hers.

“Oh yeah, because you’re totally going to step foot back on that campus. After everything they did to you.” He considered his words for a second. “Or didn't do for you, more like.”

Her vision was swimming, but not with red this time. Her chest began to tighten, the same as it had when she’d started thinking of him.

She hadn’t gotten anything from her former university for a while. She’d thought for sure they’d removed her from the mailing list. Her, her mother, her grandparents, and their lawyer had told the school’s higher-ups and her former professor's family where to shove it, and she figured that was that.
Wow sounds like that exploded!

But with such a high profile compared to her typical life, did her father really not catch wind of it?

But life seemed determined to rub salt against her wounds. Odette began to massage her forehead.

He forced himself on you, and you killed him for it…

You killed him.
OH WOAH... Rape is definitely bad but so is killing! :wowzard:

Now I know what she meant by regarding her familiarity with death...

Dang... now she has to live with that she killed someone even if it was in self-defense of probable rape. :sadwott:

Venira must be to blame here.

She didn’t realize she’d started staring at the floor until Noel snapped at her. She jerked her head up, catching his concerned gaze.

“Hey, ma’am, up here,” he said. “You’re good.”

“Sorry,” she said, shuffling the rest of her mail pile together. “All good. I'm fine, just thinking.”

She stood up and pushed her locker closed, shaking her head as a means to rid herself of those thoughts.

“Would a glass of Domaine De La Roserade-Conti help? My mum would happily let us break into the wine cooler,” Noel said, flashing a grin.

Odette had to admit the offer sounded tempting. A solid buzz would put her straight to bed, no wrestling with her brain needed. However, she also had to consider the possible hangover to follow.
Hangovers do not sound pleasant...

She shook her head again, sighing. “It would, but I have trainer school tomorrow. I don’t want to be dealing with dry mouth and wrangling Loïc at the same time.”

At the mention of the name Loïc, Noel’s expression melted into one of slight fear. “Right, handling a rabid mimikyu while hungover doesn’t sound like a smart thing to do.”
Ah... Mimikyu. My only exposure to that mon so far has been Negrek's In Ghostly Fashion one-shot. I have to say, that makes me intrigued here. :mewlulz:

Odette scoffed as they made it back to the elevator. “For the millionth time, he’s not rabid.”

“You say that, and yet, he acts pretty damn rabid,” Noel said. “I’ve never met a Pokemon that's so set on causing problems on purpose.”
It already sounds amusing! :unquag:

“Then you’ve never set foot in a Pokemon research lab,” Odette said. “Have you ever met a gengar that’s had too many bottles of protein? It put Loïc’s tantrums to shame.”

Noel shook his head as he pushed the button on the wall. “Fine, fine. I guess the little guy did get you out of bed."

Odette's nose crinkled at the mention of it. That all seemed so far away now; the days after that thing where she couldn't move, couldn't shower, couldn't eat. All she did was sleep because she had no will to do much more. And even that was interrupted by nightmares that the case was going to trial and that there was a chance she might be arrested for it and--
Wow having to wait in suspense at the outcome of that really would be a nightmare! :copyka:

But, of course. Leave it to her mother to bring home an injured mimikyu that needed all the TLC in the world and then some. She couldn't have stayed in bed with him running laps around the apartment and breaking shit, especially in the state he was in. There had been no room left in her mother's lab for him to board there, so at home he stayed, keeping Odette on her toes and actually driving her to get up and move.
I guess that's one way to fix a problem!

That was months ago, and Loïc made it abundantly clear he had no intention of returning to the wild any time soon. Apparently, he enjoyed crawling around in the vents and the free pecha berries he got out of the partner lifestyle. And truthfully, as much of a pain in the ass as he tended to be, that made Odette quite happy. Pain in the ass or not, it was a pain she welcomed because she wasn't wallowing in her depression in bed. Now she could at least do it while being a partially functional member of society.

Shuddering at the thought, she sighed. Fond feelings aside, Loïc still acted like a wilding. Surely leaving him home to pack with her team wouldn't bode well.

“Can’t wait to see what nonsense is in store for me.”
Sounds like quite the fun handful! :mewlulz:

***
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep.

Nonsense had indeed struck the Cinq-Mars apartment.

Standing in the doorway, the sound that hit Odette immediately was the ring of the smoke alarm.
Those little beeps are supposed to be for a SMOKE alarm? I thought it was just an alarm clock! I'd recommend all capping those beeps. WAY too un-jarring in lower case...

White smoke rose in three separate columns behind the bar top bordering the kitchen. The dinner table was in complete disarray, with all four chairs completely toppled over and the tablecloth dangling off the edge in a bunched-up heap. A board game and its many colourful pieces were scattered over the wood floors. The only one of her Pokemon partners in sight was her froslass friend, who was face down on the living room sofa.

“I swear to gods...” Odette said as she began to fan the smoke away from her face with her mail stack. “Isaur?” she said loudly. “What the hell?

Don't ask; don't talk to me,” Isaur said, her voice muffled by the cushion. She sounded exasperated, and that seemed to be the only answer she was going to give.
ANOTHER talking mon? What is going on here? I thought a talking mon was supposed to be a rarity in Pokemon!

What is going on with the talking??

Odette kicked the door shut behind her, then threw her helmet and mail down onto the coffee table. Her eyes began to water as she stomped across the small family room to the dining area, passing the tipped chairs to get to her balcony doors. She threw them open and fanned the rising smoke outside. She tried to hold her breath for as long as possible to avoid breathing the smoke in but found the task to be a little too difficult. She took to staggering her breathing instead.

“What happened to packing?” she yelled through short huffs.

She moved into the kitchen and quickly found the source of the fumes. Her chandelure friend, Ange, was sitting on the floor, bright red in the face from pouting. His signature embers had flared up and were releasing smoke as a result.

“Ange!” she snapped. “What’s the problem? You’re going to smoke out the whole building!”

“He cheated!” he said angrily. “He cheated, and I'm mad about it!”
They can ALL talk??? :copyka:

Odette began to cough, feeling that tickle returning to her back again, along with a new tightness in her lungs. She grabbed a plastic cup full of water from the sink and dumped it on Ange's fires. They fizzled out, and he slumped over, clearly winded from whatever energy he’d been exerting.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said in a huff, throwing the cup aside. She went back out to the living room and returned to fanning the exhaust. There, her gothitelle friend, Solene, came running out from the hallway leading to her bedroom, breathless.

"I'm...sorry,” Solene said, panting. "I'm trying...to find--"

“Help me,” Odette cut her off. “Psychic, please.

Solene drew in some air and put her hands together. An orb of pink light formed between them, and suddenly, the smoke still left in the room began to ball together. The ball hovered out the open balcony doors and said doors slammed shut behind it. The beeping stopped, and Odette sighed in relief. She began to rub her back as if trying to coax the tingling sensation out of it.
Always cool to see a Pokemon do something amazing to help... even if in response to a Pokemon doing something crazy to mess things up.

“Guys, I wanted to come home to a calm place tonight,” she said, irritated. “Of all the days to be up to some shit, today wasn’t it.”

Things were perfectly fine up until about ten minutes ago!” Solene said insistently.

Odette paused in her rubbing, a thought suddenly occurring to her. She looked around the room almost frantically. Isaur was on the couch, Ange was collecting himself in the kitchen, Solene was in front of her, and Enora was still in her ball.

“Where’s the imp?” she asked.
Ah, she must mean Loic! :mewlulz:

Solene pointed up at the ceiling, evidently annoyed. Odette looked up just in time for the sound of skittering feet to echo from down from it. Her gaze cut to the vent above her, and it popped open almost immediately. That familiar fake pikachu head hung down from the darkness of the air duct.

Kkkkkkkyu,” Loïc hissed ominously.

Odette narrowed her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the vents? What could you possibly need up there?”

Kkkkkkkkkkkkyu,” he responded. His body weight shifted slightly, and several other board game pieces and cards fell from the duct. Odette silently watched them all hit the floor before speaking again.
Ok lots of information here. First, it looks like Loic actually CANT talk. At this point, it seems like all Pokemon everywhere can talk unless they can't. I'm guessing any wild Pokemon can't talk, but the moment they are caught they can completely talk or something like that.

2nd, looks like Loic is the one that led to the fire! He stole game peices to make it seem like cheating was going on! Such a little stinker! :ROFLMAO:

“Why are you being a dickhead?”

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.” It was amazing how even after living as a partner Pokemon for so many months, he still elected to speak in hisses.
Well in THIS crazy dimension Pokemon NOT talking perfectly fluent English is nuts! :wowzard:

Good that this fact is clarified here though. :okgon:

Why are you being a dickhead?” she asked again, her anger rising. Loïc was silent after that.

Odette pinched the bridge of her nose and took another deep, long breath. “I’m going to count to three,” she said evenly. “If you’re not out of the vent by three, I’m throwing every single chocolate-covered pecha berry we have in the garbage. Do you--”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence. Upon looking back up, she saw the rambunctious ghost-type slowly floating down to the floor. He landed at her feet.

“Am good,” he said sweetly. Speaking in a way she could fully understand that time. For good measure, he began to rub himself up against her leg.
Well this is amazing. :ROFLMAO:

“You’re so easy,” Odette sighed. She picked up the haphazardly thrown board game and unfolded it, seeing the familiar print of a Monopoly track. She frowned at it.

“Who was playing Monopoly?” she asked, peering up at Solene.

“Those two!” Solene snapped. She pointed down at the now-politely sitting mimikyu, and toward the kitchen.

“Kkkyu,” Loïc replied.

“Tattletale…” Ange called in a wary tone.

Odette nodded slowly. “I could have told you that the two of you playing Monopoly would be a horrible idea. What were you even thinking?”
Indeed, Monopoly is quite the rage inducing game! :mewlulz:

There wasn’t a verbal response from Loïc this time. Instead, he scurried between Odette’s feet and dove under the living room coffee table. That was all the answer she needed.

“Boys, when I said ‘start some packing,’ I meant ‘start some packing without getting sidetracked by random shit,’” she sighed. She sat the board on the table, along with her backpack.
I guess her Pokemon aren't very obedient? Is it because she lacks gym badges?

“I'm not sure how you expected this to go any other way,” Solene spoke. "The two of them together results in the opposite of efficiency."

Odette eyed the gothitelle dubiously. “Fair, but what’d you do today?”

Solene wildly gestured back toward the kitchen, where there was a stack of four small boxes against the back wall, plain as day. Odette had been in such a hurry to do some damage control, she hadn’t noticed them.

All the glassware?” she asked.

Solene nodded firmly, then gestured to Isaur, who had yet to move from the couch. “Of course! How could you underestimate our efficiency? I'm the fastest packer in the group!”
Looks like not ALL of them are disobedient.

At least the girls--sans Enora--had gotten something done.

“Can I humbly request I not be left with them tomorrow? I'm over it,” Isaur grumbled, rolling over onto her back. At that moment, Loïc stuck his head out from under the coffee table and attempted to jump up on the couch with her. She immediately sat up and swatted at him.

“You better get the hell away from me, I'm not in the mood!” she yelled.

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” Loïc growled.

Odette pulled Enora’s pokeball from the front pocket and pressed the front button. With a bright flash of blue, Enora herself appeared on the table. She stretched herself out, yawning as if just waking up from a nap.

“Loïc and Ange, clean up your mess. Solene, make sure Loïc and Ange clean up. Enora, make sure Isaur doesn’t kill Loïc. I’m going to take a shower,” Odette instructed flatly, grabbing her bag and making her way toward her bedroom. She’d typically be able to attempt to diffuse the situation, but her brain was fried at this point. She needed a breather before she got upset again.
Yep, she has had a lot going on. Understandable.

Amusing to see how her various Pokemon act and relate to each other though. Very well written!

Her bedroom was a bit messier than she normally tolerated. The contents of her closet spilled all over the floor, reaching as far as her desk chair and bed. Most of the drawers on her dresser stood open, also threatening to also dump their stuff. The only thing that looked relatively well-kept was her astral shrine, which had been arranged neatly on a small table in front of her window. It was still fit with the ganlon and liechi berries and various items she'd put out as offerings, her standard configuration for the sake of her team's battle prowess. She had half a mind to light the odd incense sitting in the middle of the crudely drawn magic circle, just as a means of calming her nerves, but decided against it. She settled for dusting off one of the candles, wondering when she should start breaking it down for the move.
"also threatening to also dump their stuff." Looks like the first 'also' should be removed. Shockingly I think this is the ONLY grammar, wording, spelling, thing I have found in all 3 of the first chapters!

Astral shrine? Is that a new-gen Pokemon thing or a Swan-fic thing? I have no idea what to make of it!

I wonder why her room is a little messier? Has it been that way for a long time? Is this a recent development? I feel like there is a missed opportunity here to provide some additional insight.

With the preparations to move underway, she had a lot of organizing she needed to do. What could be packed away for now, and what she needed to keep out. A pile of flattened boxes was leaned up against her wire bed frame, ready for use. Only one box in the room had been packed and taped, but she’d had that box together for over a year--long before this move to Alola was even finalized.
So maybe her room is messier due to the move, but I'm not sure if that is the only reason.

Her eyes instinctively traveled to her wall of empty shelves, catching on the amount of dust that had started to accumulate on them. Despite the fact that she’d shoved every last of her trophies and photos from her performance days into that box, she still found herself glancing at the shelves every time she entered her room. They used to fill her with joy and a sense of accomplishment and worth. But now, they just existed, hoping to hold something else that filled her with those same feelings.

That possibility seemed bleak.
That's sad... :sadwott:

Hang in there Odette! You still have value! :screm:

She threw herself onto her unmade bed after tossing her bag to the floor. Lying there, she allowed herself to really take a second to decompress. Forget the day, forget work, forget her team’s shenanigans. She just concentrated on relaxing.

She hoped, in some way, shape or form, tomorrow would steer clear of the weird brushes with the past. Just a day at Santalune Pokemon Academy, focused on nothing but training. That was all she was asking for.

A small crash sounded from the family room, followed by a chorus of angry shouts from her teammates. She cringed to herself and took the deepest breath she could muster.

“All good. All good.”
Ten bucks says it was Loic again. :mewlulz:

Ok so we got some great information from this chapter. We got to properly meet her team for one thing! We also got to see the earliest examples of influence that is likely from Venira! We got to see Noel be Noel some more too and expand upon what it means to be Noel.

Writing style continues to be excellent and easy to follow!

There is a ton of room for what could happen next as this fic has over 15 chapters! Should be interesting to see where things go from here.

That wraps up this review. Enjoy! :veelove:
 
Last edited:
Top Bottom