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Old 12-17-2021, 07:37 PM   #76
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Marion Ette - The stoic Tarius appears just the slightest bit proud to see Minerva accept their recommendation so readily. It seems that even with the power to read the heart as easily as any text, the librarian isn’t immune to second-guessing their judgement.

What’s undoubtedly apparent, however, is the intent written on Minerva’s face. With a gracious bow, Tarius steps away from the lectern, and allows the Trainer to dictate her own journey. The Bisharp may melt into the shadows, but the sensation of their gaze lingers, perhaps to ensure that their visitor is truly satisfied... or perhaps out of simple curiosity. After all, in the course of helping Minerva, it's been privy to no small amount of talk about some rather fascinating aspects of her life.

No sooner is Bisharp gone than Minerva finds herself being drawn toward the lectern, and the weight she cradles in her hands grows heavier; It’s as though even the book wants her to explore its pages, a desire that Minerva obliges without a moment’s hesitation.

Laying the tome flat against the canted and well-polished reading surface, only a moment is spent in waiting before an unseen force begins leafing through the pages! Glimpses of pastel backdrops and Pokemon rendered in vivid, simple shapes delight her eyes, though only briefly before the next page falls into place. Soon, they turn faster and faster, blurring the images together until it animates a phantasmal scene in the spaces between.

A Leavanny walks through a moonlit forest, alone, its head sunken low in shame. It looks everywhere for someone to talk to, visiting a grove of fallen trees, a meadow atop the hills, a misty waterfall, and a mossy cave; No matter where it goes, however, Leavanny finds no one.

When the Pokemon reaches a large tree, it slumps against its trunk and begins to cry. To dry its tears, the bug Pokemon plucks a leaf from the branches and weaves it into a silk handkerchief. As the tears wet the cloth, however, something magical happens. The-


*Slam!*

Suddenly, the book snaps shut, and with it the mesmerising display is ripped away from her. Yet, it seems in her focus, Minerva has neglected to notice the change going on around her, until the rustling of leaves in the wind catches her ear. No longer is she standing in the midst of a sprawling library, but instead that of a verdant forest!

The moss-encrusted lectern stands by its lonesome in the middle of a clearing, bathed not in muted sunlight, but the argent hues of a full moon. The night air carries a chill breeze, and the freshness almost burns her nostrils after so much time spent in those dust-choked halls. It’s idyllic, perhaps too much so, as the colours around her seem just the slightest bit off. Too vibrant and saturated, bordering on the same pastel look she had seen leaping out at her on the page.

It seems, well and truly, that she’s been taken to the world inside the book. Yet, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of the Leavanny, or really anything else, for that matter.

Until...

“H-help!” A diminutive cry comes out from just beyond the trees! The bushes rustle, and a small Pokemon with large ears comes tumbling out into the clearing! At least, it seems like a Pokemon at first glance, but as it hops closer, Minerva notices that the way it moves isn’t normal. It’s body squishes with each step like it's filled with stuffing, while its ears flop all over the place with no sense of weight or rigidity at all... and are those stitches on the side of its head?

“They’re gonna eat meeeeeee!” The velveteen creature squeals in a shrill voice, diving for cover behind Minerva’s legs. It’s not long before she spots the “they” it’s referring to, as three canid Pokemon appear from the underbrush to give chase, bearing even stranger visages.

The sound of scissors snipping substitutes the gnashing of teeth, as the Mightyena that leads its pack of Poochyena appears to be made out of burlap that’s tattering at the seams. Strips of faux fur give the mutts the same shaggy coat as the real article, though even under the moonlight they lack any kind of natural sheen.

However these craftwork Pokemon manage to “eat”, they seem serious about trying to nab that bunny. Mightyena growls at Minerva, threatening her to move aside with a display of its sheer-shaped fangs. For patterns you’d normally find on safety scissors, these ones certainly don’t look all that safe.

What will Minerva do?
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Old 12-20-2021, 11:45 PM   #77
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Lil'twick – Sure, everything around you might have been a work of fiction, but it sure was a delicious work of fiction, you muse to yourself as you and your partner dig into the food that you ordered. You were the hero and you were careless and free and you definitely weren't going to stop being any of those things anytime soon. Glancing at Staccato, you might as well have added "restless" to that list, as the Maractus looked more than ready to get the show on the road.

You give a cheery yell of a "good luck" to the barista as you sprint out the door, the other party reluctantly settling into the festival rush. He's a little too jaded to care, however, tossing you a very confused glance before returning to serving the next customer. As you rush outside you consider pushing the boundaries of this story. Maybe you could rewrite it, give every character a happy ending, or you could always just break everything and see how much havoc that you can wreak on the narrative that envelops you...

You quickly decide against that, briefly pondering if your actions could cause repercussions back in your reality before shrugging that idea off as well. The only thing that you really needed on your mind at the moment was a little ditty and a fair bit of ground to cover. Well, that and something to catch. You had a feeling that a "fishy friend," as you've taken to calling it, might be helpful at some point, whether inside the story or out.

It doesn't take long before the blue skies and grassy plains that you're cutting through start to change. You start to hear leaves rustling in the distance as you move away from civilization, foliage growing ever-so-slightly more dense but not quite enough to be considered anything more than an extension of the scenery that you've seen so far. Tiny creeks snake up and beside the trail, no doubt connected to the lake that you're approaching. And that's not even beginning to mention the Dewpider skittering along one of those creeks that seems to be sizing you up...

You don't have time to react before it tries to fire a Water Gun your way, narrowly missing Staccato. It doesn't seem very fishy nor friendly, but it seems like it should be pretty easy to dispatch, provided that you choose to do battle with the antagonizing spider. That is, unless you have any other plans...
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Lil'twick – Sure, everything around you might have been a work of fiction, but it sure was a delicious work of fiction, you muse to yourself as you and your partner dig into the food that you ordered. You were the hero and you were careless and free and you definitely weren't going to stop being any of those things anytime soon. Glancing at Staccato, you might as well have added "restless" to that list, as the Maractus looked more than ready to get the show on the road.

You give a cheery yell of a "good luck" to the barista as you sprint out the door, the other party reluctantly settling into the festival rush. He's a little too jaded to care, however, tossing you a very confused glance before returning to serving the next customer. As you rush outside you consider pushing the boundaries of this story. Maybe you could rewrite it, give every character a happy ending, or you could always just break everything and see how much havoc that you can wreak on the narrative that envelops you...

You quickly decide against that, briefly pondering if your actions could cause repercussions back in your reality before shrugging that idea off as well. The only thing that you really needed on your mind at the moment was a little ditty and a fair bit of ground to cover. Well, that and something to catch. You had a feeling that a "fishy friend," as you've taken to calling it, might be helpful at some point, whether inside the story or out.

It doesn't take long before the blue skies and grassy plains that you're cutting through start to change. You start to hear leaves rustling in the distance as you move away from civilization, foliage growing ever-so-slightly more dense but not quite enough to be considered anything more than an extension of the scenery that you've seen so far. Tiny creeks snake up and beside the trail, no doubt connected to the lake that you're approaching. And that's not even beginning to mention the Dewpider skittering along one of those creeks that seems to be sizing you up...

You don't have time to react before it tries to fire a Water Gun your way, narrowly missing Staccato. It doesn't seem very fishy nor friendly, but it seems like it should be pretty easy to dispatch, provided that you choose to do battle with the antagonizing spider. That is, unless you have any other plans...
Basil blinked for a second, trying to process what just happened. A strange bug started to go on the offensive, seeming more than hostile towards him. Strange, wasn't it? Yet, he felt the urge to give it a good fight. If it was something that wanted a good show, then he's more than giving it... Though, he needed orders proper.

This was when the boy's appearance began to change. His hair took on a darker shade, and the creepy, yellow stare was replaced with softer, blue eyes. The boy looked around, unaware of his surroundings. Where was he, exactly? Last he remembered was investigating some sort of ruins before everything went blank.

He saw Staccato looking up at him, more than happy, as always. Okay, nothing happened to him at the very least. Though, there was another figure before him. A Shuppet, sticking out its tongue and eager for a fight.

"Lullaby...?" The boy asked, seeming to remember catching the Shuppet in those ruins. Yet, when he sent the Pokemon out, that's when he started to blank.

An idea then sprouted in his head. He looked at the Shuppet, a little upset. If what happened really happened... there might be some lasting repercussions. Though what those were, he wouldn't have known. SO, clearing his throat, he began to speak.

"Did you possess me?" He asked meekly, a little unnerved.

The Shuppet looped around with an excited "yes." Well, that would explain the lapse in his memory. Such were the risks in investigating legends and ruins for bardic inspiration. No matter, it seemed he had everything he needed to figure out where he was.

Glancing over the map, he quickly learned the names of the locale he was in. It seemed, oddly fantastical. Was he perhaps in a story of his own? That would be reasonable since he never had heard of the place in all of his travels. Especially with the Unovan style of the map, he's had recognized it. There'd be time to figure this out later, there was a battle to be had.

"A Dewpider... Okay. Well, seeming as you are itching for a fight," Basil turned to Lullaby and did a quick scan. "Okay, movepool gotten. Fire off a Confuse Ray, and then fire off an Ominous Wind!"
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Emi: With Orobas' name still lingering on her tongue, the nameless woman approaches the podium with the Lesser Key in hand, beginning to chant the incantation before her:

Welcome, noble princess Orobas - I say that you are welcome unto me, because I call you in the name of the most Supreme Majesty, who created the Law and all who abide by it, and you, who must obey that same power to which every knee must bow on Earth, above the Earth, and beneath the Earth. I invoke you and call on you to appear peacefully - in a fair and humane shape - to speak to me in a clear, intelligent voice, without deceit or ambiguity; to make rational answers to my demands; and to be obedient to me, your Mistress, in the name of Arceus.

Despite reciting the incantation without flaw, the words seem to echo aimlessly down the corridors, bouncing against ancient tomes and meticulously crafted shelves. No fire, no flashes, not even the slightest sense of magic or otherworldly presence... Had the rumors regarding the library been false? Had the incantation failed? Was Orobas otherwise engaged and ignoring summons?

The creeping darkness is so subtle, the unnamed woman doesn't notice it at first. After all, the Department of Tongues and Philosophies wasn't exactly the brightest lit section of the Archives, so a bit of extra shadow lingering in the corners would easily go unnoticed. As it gradually begins to consume the shelves - one by one, moving like a creature - so too does it creep into the woman's awareness. Slowly but surely, the archives is swallowed completely by pitch darkness, save for a single light illuminating the woman, the podium... and a small box, which had gone heretofore unnoticed, with the Seal of Orobas unmistakably rendered in tin on the lid.

The mysterious case hoists itself open the moment it's noticed, revealing what appear to be four little figurines, neatly lined up in a row, which the unnamed woman immediately recognizes as chess pieces - two white knights, and two black knights, carved in the traditional style of the horse's head and neck on a pedestal. The close similarity between the four knights indicate that they are all part of the same set, but there are slight differences between each horse.

The first white horse is completely ivory from top to bottom, with a very slight mother-of-pearl sheen. When the woman's eyes dwell upon this horse, her thoughts fill of Springtime - of dry heat - flowers... of the insects that dwell beneath the cover of those petals, with their bites and stings.

The second white horse has striking ruby eyes. When the woman's eyes drift toward this horse, her thoughts fill with the golden rays of Summer. Sticky, wet heat, like the most sweltering noon day in July - but also like the burning heat of anger, of rage, of conflict.

The first black horse is complete, pure ebony. When the woman's eyes fall on this horse, her nostrils fill with the smell of dying leaves scattered across rich earth. A dry, crisp cold, a whisper of wind... and an emptiness in the pit of her stomach.

The final black horse's eyes are strikingly pale. When the woman's eyes meet the horse's, the chill of winter fills her. The final season, cold, wet, silent, the end of life - and yet, there is a certain promise, an electric tingle beneath the numbness of that icy visage, the awakening of a dead limb - Spring will always come again.

On the underside of the case's lid, there is a note, written clearly and boldly in shining, silver-colored ink -

DEAREST MISTRESS... HOW DELIGHTFULLY, BEAUTIFULLY FOOLISH YOU ARE, TO COME TO ME THUS WITHOUT A SUITABLE GUIDE. FEAR NOT, FOR I SHALL BESTOW A GIFT UPON YOU, BEFORE WE BEGIN OUR TIME TOGETHER. FOUR KNIGHTS HAVE I, AMONG MY LEGIONS, WHO HAVE RECEIVED THE COMMAND TO SERVE YOU AS THEY HAVE SO DUTIFULLY SERVED ME. CHOOSE ONE, AND CHOOSE WISELY.

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ShadowDRGN: What manner of complex tapestry could Goto weave with the threads of time and the loom of knowledge, should he choose to spin every ounce of raw material remaining in his natural life, and weave that thread among the seemingly endless tomes of the Department of Arts and Crafts? A question which speaks to the finite nature of man and the time he is given, and yet, in this moment, a fabric which could potentially be woven in infinite ways... The infinite within the finite. No mortal mind could fathom the sheer number of Giuseppe Gotos that could theoretically exist from this point forward, each having picked up a different tome, embarked on a different adventure... But of those infinite Gotos, we shall follow only one, and this particular Goto is on his way to one of the fabled receptacles of the Archives, carrying The Specter of Love: A Comprehensive Guide to the Worst Movie Ever Made. After viewing the encyclopedia's cover, the disparity of quality between the titular Specter's sad and shabby sheet and the two leading ladies' exquisite outfits would forever haunt Goto if he did not further investigate for himself - and besides, who knows what other strange and fascinating experiences he might encounter as part of this narrative?

With purpose of mind and the assurance of his Pokemon partner, Goto does not hesitate to approach a receptacle upon which to rest his chosen book, and the moment he does, the pages fly open of their own accord. After a brief moment of flipping back and forth, they land on a full-color photograph of what appears to be a team of grass-type Pokemon preparing a movie set for filming, including the recognizable pair of Leading Ladies, though there is no Trevenant to be seen. The Gossifleur seems to be admiring the set with wide, ingenue eyes, while the little Flabebe is mid-point, mid-shout, bossy expression clear on her cherubic face. The curious scent of fresh-cut flowers tickles Goto's nostrils - had someone previously perused these pages wearing entirely too much perfume, or possibly brought a bouquet to the Archives while he wasn't looking? Oddly enough, it seems that in the photograph, a number of Pokemon are carrying and setting up floral arrangements for what appears to be some kind of wedding scene. The longer Goto stares at these flowers, the more real they seem to look, as if he could reach out and touch them. Before he can even give in to the impulse, however, the two heroines of the movie visibly turn and lock eyes with Goto. The Gossifleur smiles serenely, while the Flabebe smirks mischievously, both reaching out to him instead... Beckoning him in.

Perceptions stretch. Colors shift. A transition so seamless, you'd swear it was the work of a master cinematographer - from two-dimensional photograph to reality - or, well, something like it, anyhow. So fast and so flawless, Goto barely perceives the shift until it has occurred; yet, sure enough, the young man has somehow stepped right into the scene that the photograph depicts, the floral scent now completely pervasive, yet oddly soothing.

Gossifleur and Flabebe look at Goto expectantly, as if they had been waiting for him. The two cameramon - a Grovyle and a Shiftry - look away from their cameras to turn their heads in his direction. A Rillaboom wearing a hat that says PROP MASTER uses the momentary distraction to pick up a piece of faux wedding cake from the set decorations, takes a bite out of it, and makes a disgusted face, before poorly attempting to hide what he just did. Given the environment, are they expecting you to deliver some sort of opening line...?

What does Goto do?
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ShadowDRGN: What manner of complex tapestry could Goto weave with the threads of time and the loom of knowledge, should he choose to spin every ounce of raw material remaining in his natural life, and weave that thread among the seemingly endless tomes of the Department of Arts and Crafts? A question which speaks to the finite nature of man and the time he is given, and yet, in this moment, a fabric which could potentially be woven in infinite ways... The infinite within the finite. No mortal mind could fathom the sheer number of Giuseppe Gotos that could theoretically exist from this point forward, each having picked up a different tome, embarked on a different adventure... But of those infinite Gotos, we shall follow only one, and this particular Goto is on his way to one of the fabled receptacles of the Archives, carrying The Specter of Love: A Comprehensive Guide to the Worst Movie Ever Made. After viewing the encyclopedia's cover, the disparity of quality between the titular Specter's sad and shabby sheet and the two leading ladies' exquisite outfits would forever haunt Goto if he did not further investigate for himself - and besides, who knows what other strange and fascinating experiences he might encounter as part of this narrative?

With purpose of mind and the assurance of his Pokemon partner, Goto does not hesitate to approach a receptacle upon which to rest his chosen book, and the moment he does, the pages fly open of their own accord. After a brief moment of flipping back and forth, they land on a full-color photograph of what appears to be a team of grass-type Pokemon preparing a movie set for filming, including the recognizable pair of Leading Ladies, though there is no Trevenant to be seen. The Gossifleur seems to be admiring the set with wide, ingenue eyes, while the little Flabebe is mid-point, mid-shout, bossy expression clear on her cherubic face. The curious scent of fresh-cut flowers tickles Goto's nostrils - had someone previously perused these pages wearing entirely too much perfume, or possibly brought a bouquet to the Archives while he wasn't looking? Oddly enough, it seems that in the photograph, a number of Pokemon are carrying and setting up floral arrangements for what appears to be some kind of wedding scene. The longer Goto stares at these flowers, the more real they seem to look, as if he could reach out and touch them. Before he can even give in to the impulse, however, the two heroines of the movie visibly turn and lock eyes with Goto. The Gossifleur smiles serenely, while the Flabebe smirks mischievously, both reaching out to him instead... Beckoning him in.

Perceptions stretch. Colors shift. A transition so seamless, you'd swear it was the work of a master cinematographer - from two-dimensional photograph to reality - or, well, something like it, anyhow. So fast and so flawless, Goto barely perceives the shift until it has occurred; yet, sure enough, the young man has somehow stepped right into the scene that the photograph depicts, the floral scent now completely pervasive, yet oddly soothing.

Gossifleur and Flabebe look at Goto expectantly, as if they had been waiting for him. The two cameramon - a Grovyle and a Shiftry - look away from their cameras to turn their heads in his direction. A Rillaboom wearing a hat that says PROP MASTER uses the momentary distraction to pick up a piece of faux wedding cake from the set decorations, takes a bite out of it, and makes a disgusted face, before poorly attempting to hide what he just did. Given the environment, are they expecting you to deliver some sort of opening line...?

What does Goto do?
In Goto’s mind, the word 'magic' conjures the idea of a stage show. Images of flashy clothes and top hats, stage lights and flowers. Feelings of disbelief giving way to amazement, and then to wonder, turning even the most ardent skeptics into believers.

He thinks not of the trick itself as ‘magic’, but rather the technique. Manipulation, misdirection, sleight and flourish. All ways of masking the truth, and creating an illusion that defies explanation. Deceit lurks in the way a magician moves, in the way they talk, the way they sit and breath and place themselves upon the stage. Yes, even their clothes are accomplices to the lie; Their bedazzlements expertly crafted to keep attention away from where the magician performs their most delicate maneuvers.

‘Magic’ is a contradiction. Something which does not exist, yet tempts the heart and mind into chasing after just a fleeting glimpse of it.

‘Magic’ is an escape. A reality where the unbelievable is accepted wholeheartedly as the truth.

‘Magic’ is no strange thing to him, and so he cannot call this scene before his eyes such. This is no deception, or even a dream. Nor is it reality, or at least the one he knew. For once, he is at a loss for words, a humbling reminder of all he has yet to learn of the world.

Judging by the reactions of the crew, his appearance may have been as sudden to them as he had perceived it, himself. Did anyone notice him manifest into this world, or do they believe that he simply walked on-set when no one was looking? Would they realize he’s an unfamiliar face, or does the book have sway over their memories to prevent such a discrepancy?

Within moments, too many questions pile up in Goto’s head as he’s standing there, hand hovering just beneath the petals of a chrysanthemum. His amber eyes flit between the two heroines, attempting to glean at least some hint of an answer from their archetypal expressions. To no avail, it seems, and letting the silence grow longer will only dampen his impression, here in this twinkly tinseltown...

An odd, inexplicable situation to be thrust into; To infiltrate this production and gain the answers he seeks, he must become an actor playing an actor playing a character.... And yet Goto accepts it without question. In order to work his ‘magic’, he too, must suspend his doubts and disbelief.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting the scent of the flowers anchor him into this place and time: The fictionalized past of an all-too-real disasterpiece, and he is simply another hapless victim, for now.

“This is a lovely arrangement, don’t you agree?” Goto asks, putting a smooth, honeyed tone into his words. His charmer’s voice, for making the subject of his interest feel like the most fascinating person in the world to him.

He twists his upper body to face Gossifleur, giving his question direction and a target. He waits on the beat for the cameras to capture her expression before running his soft fingers across the stem of the flower in front of him, and continuing his performance.

“Chrysanthemum is a flower of contrary meanings. In some regions, it speaks to love and joy, yet in others it spells only lamentation and loss.”

His fingers reach the base of the flower, plucking it in one smooth motion. His legs turn, delicately carrying him across the set until he is face-to-face with the two heroines. His long legs coil beneath him as he crouches down to their level, whereupon he holds out the flower for both of them to see. A mysterious smile cracks across his face, complimenting perfectly his cryptic dialogue:

“Which meaning will it bear for you, I wonder...?”

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As Tarius melts into the shadows, a thought strikes Minerva. In requesting recommendations from the Bisharp, had she not put herself in the position of exposing the rather morbid and strange narrative of her life to it? The lives of the Saints may serve as exemplars, to be sure, but the lives of Sinners made far more fascinating reading. The Stranger Beside Me... In Cold Blood... Devil in the White City... Helter Skelter... Had Minerva not read them all? Had they not gripped her, compelled her, practically turned the pages on their own, from start to finish? When was the last time she sat down and read the life and times of a virtuous soul? Would it intrigue her? Would it even keep her attention, such as it was?

No matter. Such thoughts would have to wait. The compulsion to dive into The Lady of Weaving Wood is too great to ignore, and the threads of fate are already dancing into formation. The texture of that mysterious silk would meet Minerva's bare skin soon, and whether it chafes or soothes, comforts or prickles... Well, that was not up to her to decide. Weaver and wearer would meet, regardless.

As the story unfurls, however, a knot of concurrent narrations and discordant perspectives seems to tangle within Minerva's mind:

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A Lea-Lea-Lea-LEAD! FOLLOW! OBEY! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!!!-vanny

- walks through a moonlit for- estEST EST EST EASTERN STANDARD TIME FOUR O' CLOCK FIVE O' CLOCK SIX O'CLOCK AHEAD BEHIND AND RIGHT ON TIME

, alone, - ALONE, ALWAYS


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its head sunken low in shame -

ARE YOU ASHAMED YET? ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME???

It looks everywhere for someone to talk to, visiting a grove of fallen trees, a meadow atop the hills, a misty waterfall, and a mossy cave; No matter where it goes (goes goes go keep going to everywhere, to nowhere, to all places and none), however, Leavanny finds no one - ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE O' CLOCK

EASTERN STANDARD TIME
ARE YOU ALONE

ARE YOU ALONE, MINERVA?


When the Pokemon reaches a large tree, it slumps against its trunk and begins to cry. (Sorrow sorrow inconsolable not enough tears not enough tissues but your suffering keep suffering keep keep keep what do I hold onto) To dry its tears, the bug Pokemon plucks a leaf from the branches and weaves it into a silk handkerchief (as if that's enough to dry your tears nothing will dry them and nothing will and nothing). As the tears wet the cloth, however, something magical happens. The-

Perceptions stretch. Colors shift. Does that sound familiar? It shouldn't.

The display is ripped away - but not the scenery. The scenery fills in, and the story continues.

What is it with cloth rabbits? Velveteen rabbits? This isn't the first one, you know. In one timeline, it's Fuzzykins, and here -

BUT THIS ISN'T THE ARCANE REALM, NOW IS IT? NOW IS IT? NOW -


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Deep breaths. Focus. Enough self-absorbed introspection. From within, to without -

The world within the book manifests itself. A revelation come too late, as there's not much time to rationalize what's happening - a velveteen victim narrowly escaping sinister shears. Without context, there's no assurance as to who is truly the villain of this tale. Even so, Minerva's past - the cloth rabbits she has mended, the doll she once inhabited - these experiences build a subconscious bond to the frightened rabbit, and Minerva reflexively moves into a defensive stance.

Oroitz rolls his eyes, clearing his throat and glaring at his beloved friend, trying to break her of this foolish trance... But Minerva remains unmoved.

"Go in peace... But get thee gone," Minerva admonishes, glaring at the pack of wolf-like adversaries. "You will not find easy prey here. Do not waste your strength on us."

Oroitz sighs and throws up a Protect, shielding Minerva, mostly. Should it conceal him - or the stupid rabbit - so be it.

"No easy prey, indeed," he echoes, in a snarling voice. "I will not stand idly by. You can count on that."
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Li'ltwick – Your eyes fade to blue as you realize that you've arrived in the middle of a trail that's unfamiliar to you. It almost reminds you of the path that you took to get to those ruins, but the vegetation surrounding you seems just subtly different enough that you realize that you're nowhere near them—which was strange, because you were just there not even a few seconds ago. And didn't you just catch that Shuppet that was floating at your side? You begin to realize what happened as the Shuppet—no, Lullaby—sticks his tongue out at you with a goofy smile.

In an ironic twist of fate, the Puppet Pokémon had become your puppeteer, and had somehow dropped you in a land where everything oddly seemed to be music themed. That'll teach you to mess with legends in the pursuit of inspiration. At least the map that you conveniently had on hand gave you a little sense of direction, and Lullaby seems to be all too eager to take down the Dewpider that you were apparently facing. His smile grows just a little bigger as you whip out a Pokédex to check what moves he knew, doling out orders based on what you saw. He happily obliges, hovering in front of you to attack.

Lullaby opens with a dazzling, rhythmic light show of a Confuse Ray, briefly incapacitating your foe before it regains its footing. The Dewpider seems just as determined as ever but it seems to be struggling to balance; its confusion setting in rather noticeably. It doesn't seem to be dazed enough to miss its mark, however, shooting another Water Gun at Lullaby. It seems to leave a mark on your companion—a little more than you might have expected it to—but the spry ghost doesn't let that get him down, immediately following up with a windstorm that blows the spider off of its feet.

Lullaby looks a little more empowered than usual, possibly as a result of the Ominous Wind. The Dewpider seems to reciprocate this feeling, unfortunately, raising itself back to its feet a few seconds later. It's still a little dazed, but it looks like it's still in good shape. Lullaby looks back toward you inquisitively, waiting for your next command.

What do you do next?
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Li'ltwick – Your eyes fade to blue as you realize that you've arrived in the middle of a trail that's unfamiliar to you. It almost reminds you of the path that you took to get to those ruins, but the vegetation surrounding you seems just subtly different enough that you realize that you're nowhere near them—which was strange, because you were just there not even a few seconds ago. And didn't you just catch that Shuppet that was floating at your side? You begin to realize what happened as the Shuppet—no, Lullaby—sticks his tongue out at you with a goofy smile.

In an ironic twist of fate, the Puppet Pokémon had become your puppeteer, and had somehow dropped you in a land where everything oddly seemed to be music themed. That'll teach you to mess with legends in the pursuit of inspiration. At least the map that you conveniently had on hand gave you a little sense of direction, and Lullaby seems to be all too eager to take down the Dewpider that you were apparently facing. His smile grows just a little bigger as you whip out a Pokédex to check what moves he knew, doling out orders based on what you saw. He happily obliges, hovering in front of you to attack.

Lullaby opens with a dazzling, rhythmic light show of a Confuse Ray, briefly incapacitating your foe before it regains its footing. The Dewpider seems just as determined as ever but it seems to be struggling to balance; its confusion setting in rather noticeably. It doesn't seem to be dazed enough to miss its mark, however, shooting another Water Gun at Lullaby. It seems to leave a mark on your companion—a little more than you might have expected it to—but the spry ghost doesn't let that get him down, immediately following up with a windstorm that blows the spider off of its feet.

Lullaby looks a little more empowered than usual, possibly as a result of the Ominous Wind. The Dewpider seems to reciprocate this feeling, unfortunately, raising itself back to its feet a few seconds later. It's still a little dazed, but it looks like it's still in good shape. Lullaby looks back toward you inquisitively, waiting for your next command.

What do you do next?
Even with the confusion, it looked like the Dewpider was able to hit its mark. Confusion wasn't a guaranteed chance of happening, but well it helps when it does happen. He at least had that much of the basics down. Yet, something did intrigue him... As if the Dewpider was moving rhythmically while confused. Was this entire world in a set meter?

Basil shook his head. This was his first obstacle in this world and one that he would overcome. Lullaby's Ominous Wind seemed to luck out, as the Shuppet was enjoying the Omni-stat boost. Certainly, a way to help with the current battle, to have it end just a little quick. Perhaps, if luck was on their side...

"Okay Lullaby! I want you to start off with an Astonish!" the boy ordered. Flinching chance and confusion... A combo to potentially lock down the opponent. Though he had no way to paralyze it as well. "Then, let's see if we can continue to luck out on your Ominous Wind!"

While ordering, Basil could hear the rattling of Staccato's arms. The little cactus was more than happy to cheer his teammate on. Even if he wasn't battling properly, the Maractus always had a knack to try and help his friends. Even if he was often clueless on the larger picture.
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Peace was a fairytale. So, in this place, that would end up being the only option. Everyone would get their happy ending, no matter how vile or twisted it was. The only ones who wouldn't were the villains of the story. The ones whose hearts were too corrupted to be nothing less than rotten. At least, that's black and white morality that was preached. Shades of gray didn't exist here... just that stark moral contrast.

So, what would happen if the villain won? That thought flashed through your mind as you saw Perform land at your feet. Even with your Unown.. to this world you were human. Your past was purely left behind here, and you yourself were warped to become a character in this story. As soon as you accepted those ribbons... you forfeited your self.

The previous round happened in a blur, Perform knocked out by some strange power from Gothal and her Galarian Slowking. The sleep mattered not, as you realized there were wisps of magic in the air. This was technically a terrain. So all he had left was a protect, not that it mattered as he was cleaved through once the bait was set.

"You see Terri..." she said with a haughty laugh. "I will keep my daughter here for eternity, to protect her from this cruel world. Even if you tout the goodness of humanity, there is always evil. Always people who will hate you. Want to destroy you. Even love... love is a toxin. Have you ever felt love, girl? You'd know how it ensnares you... Addles you. Even now it has that hold on me. Why, through my desperation, I will protect MY RAPUNZ-"

And then you see red. Blood spattered across meadow green, the witch's face turning white. Behind her, bloodied and bruised, stands Ardbert. Sword in hand, piercing Gothal straight through the heart. She looks at you, pure hatred.

"Y-You... You're the cause of this... girl... In my... dying... words... I... curse... you... That... all... of...... your.... love...... end....... in... tra....ge.....dy"

You see her body erupt into green flames, her death howl piercing through the sky. You see the Natu fly towards you, setting up a Magic Coat around the two of you. But, not even that was enough to try and deflect the curse. You could feel your body being consumed by the flames, before feeling a burning sensation erupt from your right forearm. Scorching into your skin was a black pinion, shimmering green. This was your curse to bear, realizing that this was the happier ending.

"Terri!" Rapunzel shouted, running over to you in worry.

"T-thank you... For rescuing me, even if you have to bear that burden... Ardbert and I, well, we're going to go away together. To his kingdom, and for me... I'm going to be a princess!" she apologized, before shouting for joy.

Ardbert then walked over, sheathing his bloodied sword. He wrapped his arm around Rapunzel, showing an obvious sign of affection. Love at first sight, and love spared from a mother's wrath. You realize that if you weren't here, he'd be cursed instead. For what, you knew not, but he'd be cursed all the same.

Perform then stirred, looking confused at what occurred. The Galarian Slowking had vanished, seeming to realize it was free from its accursed fate. At least the Mr. Mime looked stronger than before. For trying his best against a foe that far outmatched him.

Congratulations! Perform has gained 2 levels for his valiant efforts!

"Wait, let me make Terri a parting gift," Rapunzel said, looking at Ardbert.

She then ran off to the field of flowers, and the man hopelessly followed to make sure nothing would happen to her. There was just one last thing to take care of. The Natu stared at you, seeming worried. If not for this little bird, you'd have never been able t accomplish this. And the way it protected you... it seemed like fate. It was waiting, so take the chance to take it.

What do you do?
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Marion Ette - It hasn’t even been a few minutes since she stepped into this idyllic little forest, and Minerva already has a trio of malcontents to put in their place. There will be no illusion of peace in this world either, it seems. Fate appears contractually obligated to deny her as much.

The craftwork Mightyena looks displeased by Minerva’s choice to shelter the strange rabbit behind her legs. Stupid girl must want to get hurt, it seems to be thinking, as the Tariner is somehow able to read the intent behind its glossy, unblinking eyes. The bestial intent to hunt, and to feed; On flesh, if need be.

The Bite Pokemon lets out a howl, spurring its lackeys into action! Poochy #2 goes first, charging forth with its metal jaws unhinged like an Ursaring trap! It may be a facsimile of the genuine article, but a Bite is still a Bite!

Luckily, Minerva’s jaded shadow is more than prepared to handle such a paltry move. Oroitz dives in front of his Trainer, wings outstretched as a barrier springs forth to thwart the pup’s fangs! Though the raven’s feathers are black as night, the way their sheen reflects the scintillating colors interposed between him and the enemy is as beautiful as the moon itself.

Having seen the folly of a frontal assault, Poochy #1 races around to flank Honchkrow, slipping past his barrier to deliver a leaping Headbutt! Oroitz doesn’t seem to take much damage, considering the gap in strength between himself and the two cubs, but it’s enough to knock him off his guard for the real threat to act!

Mightyena lowers itself onto all fours, snarling and cutting up the grass with straight razor claws. It looks Oroitz dead in the eyes and smirks, arrogantly Taunting its fellow Dark-type for taking the defensive, instead of fighting back.

“W-what are you waiting for? Sock them in their crotchety muzzles!” the rabbit calls, hopping up and down as it practically clings onto its protector’s leg. Seems the hare agrees with its adversary on one thing.

What are Minerva's next commands?
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Peace was a fairytale. So, in this place, that would end up being the only option. Everyone would get their happy ending, no matter how vile or twisted it was. The only ones who wouldn't were the villains of the story. The ones whose hearts were too corrupted to be nothing less than rotten. At least, that's black and white morality that was preached. Shades of gray didn't exist here... just that stark moral contrast.

So, what would happen if the villain won? That thought flashed through your mind as you saw Perform land at your feet. Even with your Unown.. to this world you were human. Your past was purely left behind here, and you yourself were warped to become a character in this story. As soon as you accepted those ribbons... you forfeited your self.

The previous round happened in a blur, Perform knocked out by some strange power from Gothal and her Galarian Slowking. The sleep mattered not, as you realized there were wisps of magic in the air. This was technically a terrain. So all he had left was a protect, not that it mattered as he was cleaved through once the bait was set.

"You see Terri..." she said with a haughty laugh. "I will keep my daughter here for eternity, to protect her from this cruel world. Even if you tout the goodness of humanity, there is always evil. Always people who will hate you. Want to destroy you. Even love... love is a toxin. Have you ever felt love, girl? You'd know how it ensnares you... Addles you. Even now it has that hold on me. Why, through my desperation, I will protect MY RAPUNZ-"

And then you see red. Blood spattered across meadow green, the witch's face turning white. Behind her, bloodied and bruised, stands Ardbert. Sword in hand, piercing Gothal straight through the heart. She looks at you, pure hatred.

"Y-You... You're the cause of this... girl... In my... dying... words... I... curse... you... That... all... of...... your.... love...... end....... in... tra....ge.....dy"

You see her body erupt into green flames, her death howl piercing through the sky. You see the Natu fly towards you, setting up a Magic Coat around the two of you. But, not even that was enough to try and deflect the curse. You could feel your body being consumed by the flames, before feeling a burning sensation erupt from your right forearm. Scorching into your skin was a black pinion, shimmering green. This was your curse to bear, realizing that this was the happier ending.

"Terri!" Rapunzel shouted, running over to you in worry.

"T-thank you... For rescuing me, even if you have to bear that burden... Ardbert and I, well, we're going to go away together. To his kingdom, and for me... I'm going to be a princess!" she apologized, before shouting for joy.

Ardbert then walked over, sheathing his bloodied sword. He wrapped his arm around Rapunzel, showing an obvious sign of affection. Love at first sight, and love spared from a mother's wrath. You realize that if you weren't here, he'd be cursed instead. For what, you knew not, but he'd be cursed all the same.

Perform then stirred, looking confused at what occurred. The Galarian Slowking had vanished, seeming to realize it was free from its accursed fate. At least the Mr. Mime looked stronger than before. For trying his best against a foe that far outmatched him.

Congratulations! Perform has gained 2 levels for his valiant efforts!

"Wait, let me make Terri a parting gift," Rapunzel said, looking at Ardbert.

She then ran off to the field of flowers, and the man hopelessly followed to make sure nothing would happen to her. There was just one last thing to take care of. The Natu stared at you, seeming worried. If not for this little bird, you'd have never been able t accomplish this. And the way it protected you... it seemed like fate. It was waiting, so take the chance to take it.

What do you do?
Fairy tales were simple when you got right down to it. Good guys won. Bad guys lost. Morality was as black and white as a Blitzle's hide. Ans as such, the sad truth of the matter was that Gothal was the villain. Bad. Evil. Irredeemable. Had to go. Not even a pair of Unown hailing from Alph could alter that simple fact. Well, OK, maybe they could... but as far as this reality was concerned, Terri did not count as an Unown anymore. Even if, in her own reality, she ended up being partially and indirectly responsible for the existence of ten-year-old Maribel Masters in this point in time, in this reality, nothing. As far as this universe was concerned, Quicken was the only Unown present.

The last round of battle was a blur to Terri, a blur that culminated in the Loud Mime collapsing at his Trainer's feet, totally knocked out by the Galarian Slowking. She looked back at Gothal as she gave a haughty laugh, as she began to monologue. She did not look angry or offended or scared- the look she gave Gothal was one of pity. Of course there was always evil, always hatred to be found. At no point had Terri denied this to be true. But to hear Gothal speak, anyone would think that such cruel aspects of the world were all it had to offer, when Terri knew good and well that wasn't the case. But as she went on about love, about how she would protect Rapunzel, there was a flash of red. Blood spattered across the meadow as all color drained from Gothal's face. It took Terri a moment to realize that Ardbert had run Gothal through, piercing the jaded witch's heart.

Alas, that was not the last say Gothal had by a long shot. With her dying breath and a disdainful look at Terri, Gothal choked out a curse, that all of Terri's love would end in tragedy. And then, with that said, Gothal's body burst into green flames. Terri took a step back, but the curse would not be eluded, and even with Natu flying onto the scene, setting up a Magic Coat, the curse would not be deflected, either. Terri grunted as she felt the burning sensation on her right forearm, and she couldn't help but give a small gasp as she saw the mark scorched into her skin.

Before Terri could think about this too much, she heard Rapunzel call her name in worry, saw Rapunzel run over to her. The girl thanked Terri for saving her, though was sorry that Terri had to bear this burden. She then revealed that she and Ardbert would go away together, to his kingdom. That she would be a princess. And Terri couldn't help but smile for her friend. "I'm happy for you, truly," Terri replied. As Ardbert walked over, wrapping an arm around Rapunzel, Terri continued to smile. She got the feeling that if she hadn't been here, it would've been Ardbert bearing a curse instead. Probably not of the exact same variety, of course, as that wouldn't exactly bode well for Rapunzel, it'd be a bit counterintuitive on Gothal's part, but Terri nevertheless got the feeling, there'd be a curse all the same. And knowing that such a thing would not burden this happy couple, that much made her happy.

"OWOWOWOWOW," Perform bellowed woozily, climbing to his feet. "OOOOGH, MY HEAD... HUMAN TERRI, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE BALLS ON ASH KETCHUM'S BELT HAPPENED HERE?" he inquired.

"Ah... I'm afraid you lost, Perform," Terri said sheepishly. "You still did really well- we were just up against a far stronger opponent."

"AHH, THAT WOULD INDEED DO IT," nodded Perform. "VERY WELL! I SHALL MAKE IT A POINT TO REDOUBLE MY TRAINING! CLEARLY AN OUTCOME LIKE THIS CANNOT BE PERMITTED TO HAPPEN AGAIN!"

"No, indeed," Terri chuckled, holding out Perform's Fairy Ball. "Take a rest, OK?" she added, withdrawing her Normal Form Mr. Mime.

As Rapunzel ran off to make Terri a parting gift of some sort, and Ardbert ran after her out of natural concern, Terri was now able to focus on the marking it had been Gothal's final act to burn into her skin. That all her love end in tragedy... that was worrisome, to say the least. Immediately, Terri's thoughts flashed to her girlfriend. If anything were ever to happen to Laugh...! She shook her head determinedly. "You were wrong," she murmured. "About the world. I will never see the world through so dismal an outlook as yours was, and I will never allow this curse to control my life, or the lives of those I love," she vowed.

"What will you do about it?" Find buzzed worriedly.

"Yes, yes, I can tell all is not right with this," added Quicken, still barely peeking out of Terri's bag.

Terri smiled at her Pokémon. "I'll think of something," she told them. At that moment, however, she noticed that it wasn't just her own Pokémon staring at her in worry- the Natu from before had its gaze fixed on Terri, and Terri looked right back, tilting her head slightly. "Natu, thank you," Terri smiled. "Even if you weren't able to block the curse, I still appreciate that you tried. I don't know how I'll get rid of it, but I'll find a way," she promised. "And in the meantime," she added, reaching into her bag (at this, Quicken floated out of the bag, the Unown ensuring her Trainer had room to rummage around), before pulling her hand back out, clutching a Friend Ball. "...I'd really like if you'd agree to come with us," Terri finished, enlarging the modified Green Apricorn with a press of the button and holding it out, offering it to the Natu. "You remind me of the Natu back at Alph," she remarked nostalgically. "That stare, always as though you're searching for something. Would you mind if I called you Search?" she inquired.


*Perform grew to level 32!*

*Perform grew to level 33!*

*Terri used Friend Ball!*
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Marion Ette - It hasn’t even been a few minutes since she stepped into this idyllic little forest, and Minerva already has a trio of malcontents to put in their place. There will be no illusion of peace in this world either, it seems. Fate appears contractually obligated to deny her as much.

The craftwork Mightyena looks displeased by Minerva’s choice to shelter the strange rabbit behind her legs. Stupid girl must want to get hurt, it seems to be thinking, as the Tariner is somehow able to read the intent behind its glossy, unblinking eyes. The bestial intent to hunt, and to feed; On flesh, if need be.

The Bite Pokemon lets out a howl, spurring its lackeys into action! Poochy #2 goes first, charging forth with its metal jaws unhinged like an Ursaring trap! It may be a facsimile of the genuine article, but a Bite is still a Bite!

Luckily, Minerva’s jaded shadow is more than prepared to handle such a paltry move. Oroitz dives in front of his Trainer, wings outstretched as a barrier springs forth to thwart the pup’s fangs! Though the raven’s feathers are black as night, the way their sheen reflects the scintillating colors interposed between him and the enemy is as beautiful as the moon itself.

Having seen the folly of a frontal assault, Poochy #1 races around to flank Honchkrow, slipping past his barrier to deliver a leaping Headbutt! Oroitz doesn’t seem to take much damage, considering the gap in strength between himself and the two cubs, but it’s enough to knock him off his guard for the real threat to act!

Mightyena lowers itself onto all fours, snarling and cutting up the grass with straight razor claws. It looks Oroitz dead in the eyes and smirks, arrogantly Taunting its fellow Dark-type for taking the defensive, instead of fighting back.

“W-what are you waiting for? Sock them in their crotchety muzzles!” the rabbit calls, hopping up and down as it practically clings onto its protector’s leg. Seems the hare agrees with its adversary on one thing.

What are Minerva's next commands?
Far from the idyllic stroll through the forest that Minerva had first envisioned, it seemed that she an Oroitz were being taunted on all sides... From the craftwork Mightyena, quite literally taunting the Honchkrow for behaving in a way entirely unbecoming of his typing, to the hopping plush rabbit, encouraging Minerva to respond to violence with violence. Fires of fury raged in Oroitz's eyes - it was clear there would be no reasoning with him, much less with anyone else involved in this scuffle. Minerva's wish for the aggressors to go in peace went unheard by all, but perhaps that was to be expected. What good story doesn't have some measure of conflict?

No matter. Oroitz's crafty, intelligent demeanor might make him well-suited for subterfuge and underhanded tactics, but the bird was no pushover in direct combat. Though these may be facsimiles hewn from cloth and blades, knowing the way packs tended to organize and operate, she had a feeling that if she took the leader down, at minimum, the pair of followers would be unnerved... hopefully, they would retreat. Besides, it was clear that the taunt had gotten in Oroitz's head, so it would take no convincing to encourage him to take on the one who had insulted his pride.

"Focus the leader, Oroitz -"

"One step ahead," he calls back, his voice snarling with desire for vengeance, and Minerva nods in acknowledgement. If the Honchkrow had a plan, she would defer to him.

Oroitz was quick to move - the plan was to execute an Aerial Ace to close the distance between himself and the craftwork Mightyena, which would allow him prime positioning to unleash a devastating Brave Bird. Should the damn thing try to strike him down after that, he would smack him with a Wing Attack. No sense in being fancy, here - best to stick with one's strength, and though both he and his opponent had a shared aspect of darkness, which the Mightyena had been so quick to point out in his taunt, he seemed not to acknowledge the power of flight was also Oroitz's to command. Darkness was not the whole of who Oroitz was, and he was hoping to make that a particularly painful lesson for his adversary. Perhaps, in the back of his mind, it was a point he wished to prove about more than just himself...
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Marion Ette - Her Honchkrow’s retribution is both swift and brutal. The black-feathered Pokemon flaps its broad wings, launching it toward the target of his ire with enough force to push back the pups. Even if it meant leaving Minerva and the rabbit undefended, Mightyena’s challenge wouldn’t stand without a retort.

The bird’s charge is lightning fast, but Mightyena seems to have been counting on it. The craftwork hyena attempts to leap out of the way, but Oroitz can’t allow that. His move strikes as swiftly as a finely-honed blade, cutting down every angle of escape for his artificial adversary!

Focus on his strengths, indeed. Mightyena’s pelt displays a large gash from where Oroitz’s Aerial Ace had connected, a clean cut all but guaranteed thanks to his Sharp Beak! Stuffing leaks from the wound, like it would from a toy that had been played with a little too roughly. It produces a whimpering howl, commanding its underlings to come and defend it.

Being the closer of the two, Poochy #2 turns around and rushes toward Honchkrow’s back. It catches Oroitz’s attention with a roar that’s full of Swagger. The noise repeats in the enraged Pokemon’s head like a broken record, prodding and provoking him until all he could see is red.

It’s clear now what the pack’s aim is: If it can’t take their foe down with numbers and brute force, they’ll just goad their adversary into taking themselves out with conditions like Confusion. To rely on cruelty and subterfuge over strength... Even if they lack hearts and souls, they’re Dark-types, through and through.

But Oroitz is no victim to cheap tricks. Without missing a beat, he climbs high into the air following his charge, nearly blocking out the moon with his murky shadow. Tucking his wings inward and flipping nose-down, he builds up an incredible amount of speed with which to crash right into Mightyena!

The whole clearing shakes as dust from the pulverized earth is hurled into the night sky! The rabbit recoils, being knocked over onto its stuffed rump as it looks on in awe at its protector’s might. Perhaps that Brave Bird might have been a tad overkill...

When a slightly-bruised Oroitz emerges from the crater he made, he carries one of the Pokemon’s bejeweled eyes in his beak, still attached to a shredded piece of cloth. The two Poochyena peer into the hole in shock at seeing their leader reduced to tattered scraps and a pile of stuffing. With their tails tucked between their legs, they scatter into the bushes, leaving their quarry behind.

“Woaaaah! You’re really strong, lady!” the rabbit exclaims. Minerva can hear the beads inside the little Pokemon rattle around as it hops around in joy, thankful that it escaped being a midnight snack. It reaches into a small pocket sewn into its hip, pulling out a small, dried-out seed and eagerly handing it to her, “here, here! This is for saving me. It grows nice and plump when you add water!”


*Minerva received an Absorb Bulb!*

*Oroitz gained 2 Levels!*

“So, uh... We might wanna tell Lady Darning about what happened. I mean, she’s gonna find out - Definitely after that racket, so best to just be upfront about it,” the velveteen critter says, still a little jittery... perhaps that’s just how it always is.

With that mysterious name now floating in the air, the rabbit seems to want to lead Minerva somewhere... Will she follow?
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