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  1. Ev bit her lip as she listened to Laren’s speech. None of the routes sounded very doable, and she didn't think she wanted to go at all. It would be so much better to stay back for a few days and do research. Unless someone else knew something that she didn't, they were running off with no idea of what was going on. Whatever it was… thinking about it made her uneasy. Something must have given them the ability to transform, and she had no idea what it could be. The memory-wiping part could have been possible, if some old Sinnoh rumors were to be believed, but the rest? Besides, destroying Team Helix's research seemed like bad, selfish thing. She had no idea what the research was, but unless Team Helix was evil, their research would most like help humanity. They seemed like a pretty normal lab, disregarding the ‘Team’ name thing.

     

    There wasn't must . She didn’t want to get separated from the others she had arrived with. Cassandra and Allison were both older and seemed to know what they were doing, and Anhew needed help. Aside from that, going to the base would have to provide some kind of answer. It wasn't like they needed to destroy anything once they got there.

     

    Oh, the poor girl. She didn’t know how to walk? “Oh, uh.” How was she supposed to explain something like walking? “No, you need to balance on your back legs. It’s sort of like, when a bird pokemon walks?” Ev stood back up, extended an arm with her elbow bent, and used her other hand to guide Anhew’s to rest on her’s lower arm. “Here, can you lean on this…? Please be careful, it’ll, it’ll probably be really difficult if you aren’t used to it.” The physical contact and need to keep one of her arms from being curled around her body wasn’t fun, but she needed to make sure that Anhew didn’t fall. Her voice had been quiet already, but she lowered it further. “And, uh. Yeah. I was that Fletchinder, sorry, I didn’t, didn’t mean to lie. Please, explanations can wait for later.”

     

    She shrank back a bit and averted her gaze as the attention turned to her. They expected her input now? She’d barely had time to think about it! Her words were slow and halted often as she tried to piece her thoughts together. “Well, I- the caves? They seem okay to me, really! But, don’t mind my opinions! It’s just. If we have maps, it should be alright, right? And, uh, I really don’t want to bother a gym leader, they’re probably really busy with all of their, gym stuff.”

     

    Oh. That probably hadn't made any sense at all. It was so pathetic, really, how she couldn’t even communicate simple concepts like where she wanted to go. She wished she could go run and hide, or focus her attention on copying the maps, but she couldn’t with Anhew leaning on her arm. Inhale, exhale. Why did anyone even bother talking to her? She had no pokemon, and her only form of defense was turning into a frail Fire/Flying type. She wouldn’t have been able to last half a second again a Rock-type (inhale), and the very word ‘cave’ increased her heart rate and she didn’t even know why. Exhale.


  2. Laren’s house was amazing.

     

    There was so much stuff, she didn’t know where to start taking it all in. Overflowing bookcases were everywhere, covered with sheets of paper, sketches, maps, drawing supplies, pencils, strange models- not to mention the books themselves. It was overwhelming, if in a good way. She was sure that she’d be able to spend months there without getting bored.

     

    Still, she was reluctant to venture further into the house, and hovered near the entrance. Cassandra obviously had no such restrictions (had she already found the fridge? It was actually impressive, given how camouflaged it was with post-it notes). This did much to assuage her worries, but it still felt like she would be intruding. Not to mention, some of the paper stacks looked like they’d fall over if she so much as breathed on them. She couldn’t exactly stand around forever, though, so she drifted towards an appealing-looking stack of papers. The contents were far too complicated for her and the writing was difficult to decipher, but she’d have to learn something by reading “Notes on Helix and Dome Fossil Distribution in Northwestern Lamorak”.

     

    Before she could get very far, she heard her name and jerked her head upwards. “Oh!” After so long with only berries to eat, she’d managed to ignore her hunger. Now that she was reminded of food, she realized that she was starving. Careful to make sure that she left the papers exactly they had been, she moved closer to the kitchen. “Food would, food would be lovely. Anything’s good, really, especially if it’s not too spicy. If there’s anything I can do to help…?” Glancing around, she chewed lightly on the end of her thumb. The number of people in the house had certainly increased. She hoped that the noise level would go down a bit once introductions were through and everyone had food, because it was getting to be quite loud.

     

    On the plus side, she was able to pick up an important piece of information: she wasn’t the only one with amnesia. It had been something that had worried her, as no one else had mentioned it. Well, the ‘rules’ had, but she didn’t know if everyone had the same ones. There was some variance in times of awakening as well. This was all so complicated. Maybe if they had some sort of spreadsheet, they’d be able to figure out a pattern. Typings, rarity, time/date of awakening, evolutionary stage, region of highest population…

     

    She was broken out of her thoughts by Anhew’s sudden glowing. Startled, she tensed and took a step back. Anhew must have been so scared, and the fear was affecting Ev too. Oh, why was she so useless? Cassandra seemed to know what she was doing, so why didn’t she know how to help? It didn’t help that Laren took that moment to arrive. She could feel a headache building, along with the anxiety that came with being overwhelmed. Couldn’t everything just stop for just a moment so she could catch up?

     

    Ev felt a flash of alarm as Cassandra left. What if Anhew was still scared, or had questions? She couldn’t just be left alone like that! Ev kneeled in front of her to line up their heights better. “I’m Ev, remember me? I’m really sorry if things are confusing right now. Are you doing alright?”


  3. WIP

     

    Username: Backup77

    Name: Teresa “Tere” Silva

    Age: 17

    Gender: Female

    Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Demisexual

    Appearance: Teresa has straight, fine black hair that approaches the bottom of her ribcage, with bangs that reach her thin, dark eyebrows. It’s normally kept in a high ponytail, with two thick locks left free to frame her face. Her face is square, and her large, deep-set eyes are dark brown. Her skin is a clear, medium brown. Standing at 5’6”, she’s taller than average, and has a slender, column-shaped figure. Generally, she has a relaxed, casual posture. Her fingers are long and thin, and her left fingertips are calloused. There is a small, slightly reddened mark on the left side of her neck, caused by pressure from her violin.

     

    Her casual clothing tends towards jeans and oversized hoodies, though she’s more than glad to wear fancy dresses if the situation calls for it. She wears a few accessories: her rectangular, wire-framed glasses, a pair of black, bulky headphones, and a silver necklace chain that holds her Branch. The headphones are wireless, and are often seen around her neck while not in use.

    Personality:

    History:

    Element: Fire

    Branch Color:

    Weapon:

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    Other: She speaks a limited amount of French and Portuguese, but not enough to hold much of a conversation with either. Her French is what she remembers from school, and her Portuguese is mainly scattered words.


  4. She stopped at Cassandra’s interruption, and hung her head. She’d really messed up, hadn’t she? All those attempts at hiding, and it had just made things more difficult. Out of embarrassment, or a simple desire to hide, she buried her face into her hands. A few tears leaked out of her eyes, but they were easy to hide. She inhaled deeply, forced her shoulders to relax, and let her fingertips fall along the curves of her eye sockets to massage her temples. The tears had been brushed away, and the movement masked well enough that someone wouldn’t notice unless they paid attention. Relax. She exhaled, and dropped her hands back to her waist. The momentary calm wouldn’t last, but it gave her a chance to think before looking up again. There was no point in lying anymore, but she still felt exposed. They weren’t in a great position for a private conversation, and she was careful to look around for any eavesdroppers before replying. “...Yeah, I can. Not that I, uh, really know how to do it on purpose, but, uh. Fletchinder.” Again, she glanced towards the nearby doors of the pokemon centre before whispering, “Isn’t there a better place for this, maybe?”

     

    She couldn’t help but gasp as Cassandra lit a flame and Jasper let ice grown on his hand. They could do that? Would they expect her to do something similar? It didn’t look all that hard, but she'd never even attempted to use a move. To her surprise, it seemed like she knew which moves she had- but that was impossible, because there were six. It was such an odd set, too. Swords Dance, but no Roost? It looked like something cobbled together by someone who didn't know what they wanted.

     

    It was tempting to spend more time analyzing the supposed moveset, but Jasper seemed to be expecting a response. Ev shifted nervously. She’d already proved that she could understand pokemon, so it wasn’t like she needed to use a move. On the other hand, wouldn't it make her look suspicious if she didn’t? Weak? At the very least, she’d stick out. It was better to try, then. She lifted an arm, and to her relief felt a light breeze. After a few seconds, she lowered her arm and the breeze stopped. She felt like she should have said something (there were more than enough questions to ask), but her throat constricted and she decided against it.


  5. Ev was amazed by how nice Cassandra had been so far. She’d expected, what, laughter? For her mistakes to be glossed over with a cruel glance and never mentioned again? Not cheerful acceptance, anyway. It was almost strange, but she was sure she could relax. There was no point in continuing to stare at and bend and twist her fingers again and again.

     

    Yet there was still the tension in her chest, like she was waiting for something to happen, like something awful would come and there was nothing she could do about it. It was irrational, but there was always a what if. What if Cassandra was just pretending to be nice, what if she was wrong, what if everyone knew what was going on but her?

     

    She was beginning to worry that she'd always feel like this.

     

    “You alright, hon?”

     

    The emotion and concern in Cassandra’s voice was so genuine that Ev felt bad lying. She rationalized it as being the lesser of the two evils. Cassandra had been so kind, and she couldn’t bother someone like that with something as minor as her own feelings. Cassandra probably had her own things to deal with. “Really, I’m okay,” she said softly, matching Cassandra’s volume. It probably wasn’t very convincing. She had lifted her gaze to meet Cassandra’s, but soon had to lower it again while biting her lip. She did manage to twist her mouth into a small, grateful smile, at least.

     

    Jasper, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care much about anything at all. He had a strong air of casualness about him- that, and perhaps anger? Through her own emotions and the short period of time she had to work with, it was difficult to tell. There was a bit of roughness in the way he shoved his hands into his pockets, but that wasn’t much to go on. It was a feeling she had, nothing more or less. Whatever the truth was, he didn’t seem like a nice person, and she figured that she’d rather deal with Garrett (Gertrude…?) than him. Was that wrong of her, to judge someone like that so quickly?

     

    It was all terribly awkward, anyway. Cassandra had reacted to Garrett’s voice, Jasper had probably seen her react, Garrett knew Ev- it was a mess. They’d all figured it out by now, hadn’t they? It seemed like the only one not in the loop was Anhew, and she seemed to be a child. Someone just needed to say it, and maybe they’d be able to make some progress; but there was still that nagging feeling, that what if. If Ev said something, and she was wrong- she didn’t even want to think about that!

     

    Anhew was talking about her and Zoey, she noted. Anhew’s words didn’t seem all that relevant, until she turned her head towards Ev. "I-I think I heard your voice somewhere. I really don't know."

     

    She froze. Her hands stopped moving, and her eyes stopped glancing back and forth to stare at a point near Anhew’s feet. Oh. It was interesting that voices stayed the same; she would have expected them to be different. What now? “I-me? I don’t- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She gave a small, nervous laugh. Why was she even frightened? Why deny it when she was so, so obviously trapped? “I haven’t- Anhew, I haven’t seen you before, sorry, it can’t have been me. Someone else.”


  6. “Thank you. For the, apology. Thanks.” Pyroar-girl seemed nice enough, at least. Ev was still confused about why she had approached her, but it didn’t seem to be out of any sort of malice. Perhaps she was just applying too much importance to herself. Garrett and Anhew were quite cute, and maybe Pyroar-girl just wanted to see them. This idea was reinforced by how the girl held out her hand for the two pokemon to sniff- oh! “Ah! Careful, Deino bite!” Oh, maybe it wasn’t her place to say that? It wasn’t like she was Anhew’s trainer, and Anhew hadn’t been biting things, as far as she knew. It was a very common thing for the species to do, anyway, and better to be safe than sorry? What if Anhew was offended by the implication that she might bite?

     

    “Right, nice to meet you too, Pyr- Cassandra. Cass. Sorry, mixed up my, words.” Would that bother Cassandra? Would she decide that Ev wasn’t worth her time, and leave? Not that she wanted her to leave! Or, well, she kind of did. It wasn’t that she disliked Cassandra or anything! It was just a bad time. A really bad time, actually. Lots of things were happening, and it was so hard to keep straight. Was she even getting everyone’s names right? It would be so very embarrassing if she got something wrong.

     

    She looked down and chewed her lip at the question. Where had she lived? Depending on the extent of her memories, the best way to find out would be testing her knowledge of geography. That would take a long time, though, and she didn’t have the resources for it. Not now. “Ah, no, sorry.” She glanced over at Allison. The woman didn’t look all that interested in her, which was somewhat of a relief. Too much to deal with without someone else jumping into the conversation. Ev wasn’t the best judge of fashion, but she thought that the stark black-and-white clothing she wore was cool (if a bit intimidating). The resemblance to a pokemon took longer to get than Cassandra’s had, but she thought she got it. “Zebstrika…?” she muttered under her breath.

     

    A small, sparking, yellow shape scurried down from Allison’s sleeve. “Eek!” Ev shrieked. When she saw that it was just a Joltik (confirmed by Cassandra), she relaxed. He was cute, once she got over her surprise. She bent down to get a better look, leaning down on her knees with her hands. “Hey,” she whispered to the Joltik. This was nice, as long as he didn’t start crawling too close to her. Bug types touching her didn’t sound the least bit pleasant. She noted Allison leaving, but didn’t feel the need to respond. Allison didn’t seem like she’d care, so why bother with unnecessary talking?

     

    She jerked her head up to watch Garrett’s tirade, and her breath caught in her throat. it’s not you it’s not you, she isn’t talking to you so it shouldn’t be a problem. Still. She stood back up, leaving the Joltik alone. She didn’t like the way Garrett’s tone of voice sounded. It made her feel so nervous and frightened. Her knuckles had already been cracked recently, but she grabbed her fingers and went through the motions anyway.

     

    On the plus side, Garrett had revealed for sure that Jasper was a shifter, and that Aqua Jet was one of his moves (at least, it was implied). Knowing that, there was no way that Garrett didn’t realize that Ev was a shifter as well- did Jasper just call her Gertrude? Those two names didn’t sound similar at all. Had she been wrong? Oh, no.

     

    She shook her head ‘no’, with wide motions, eyes closed. “Not mine,” she said quietly. What now, then? Jasper and Zoey were both confirmed shifters. Garrett… probably wasn’t? She could be, though; best to not rule anything out. Anhew seemed to just be lost. Cassandra and Allison could be shifters, too, but she couldn’t just bring it up. If she was wrong… she didn’t even know what would happen.


  7. Wide eyed, Ev stared at Garrett. How could she possibly reply to something like that? She’d messed up. If she said anything to confirm or deny it, someone could notice her talking to a pokemon. Maybe if she said nothing- but no, surely her expression made it terribly obvious that she already knew Garrett.

     

    Before she managed to figure something out, a girl approached them. Expecting the girl to enter the pokemon centre, Ev tried to ignore her. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was being spoken to.

     

    Why, why was this happening? Why would someone just go up and talk to a stranger, when they probably had better things to do? “I, ah, sorry!” she squeaked, trying to make up for her earlier pause. She wrapped her arms around her chest, lowered her gaze, and glanced around in confusion, brow furrowed. Why’d she have to be leaning against a wall? There was no way to step back and get some space.

     

    The question, right, she needed to answer that. “I, uh, sure?” No, no, bad answer, very bad answer. “I mean! Not mine, they’re just… a friend’s?”

     

    She seemed to be digging herself into a deeper hole.

     

    As she stumbled around trying to find the right words, Garrett called out to some ‘Jasper’. Ev followed Garrett’s gaze, and saw a man that she was sure that she hadn’t seen before. His clothing was quite blue, and the circles on his jacket reminded Ev of an Azumarill. Hadn’t there been one that had come into the pokemon centre with them, and then left in that direction? Would it be too far-fetched to conclude that he was a shifter from this? After all, the Azumarill and Garrett had been standing close to each other. It could be that Jasper was simply the trainer of both the Azumarill and Garrett, but hadn’t Garrett said that her trainer was down near the fighting? It had seemed odd enough at the time, but now… The clothing thing, at least, might not be valid evidence. It seemed like half the people she’d seen by now were cosplaying as pokemon (including the girl, whose hair was quite Pyroar-like. Pyroar-girl she was for now, then).

     

    Names, right, those hadn’t been exchanged yet. That was what people did when forced into unnecessary conversations, right? Offer their name in exchange for the other person’s? “Evelyn. Is my, what is it, person-word - name! I, um, what’s your’s?” Great job, there. Perfect wording.


  8. “My trainer is Zoey and she can turn into a Purrloin!”

     

    If Evelyn hadn’t already been more or less immobile already, she would have frozen upon hearing those words. Shouldn’t have been surprised, really; she already knew that Zoey wasn’t normal, and with that outfit… a Purrloin really made sense. But hearing it, just shouted out like that, so clearly-

     

    There were probably more ramifications to the Litleo yelling it out to all pokemon to hear, but Ev couldn’t really care at the moment. Couldn’t care much about anything, really, except the pounding of her heart and the tension and the wild, frantic flurry of thoughts in her head. she can shift too how couldn’t I realize it before I should have something was up I knew so stupid to not. how could I mess up like that it’ll be fine just please calm down 1, 2, 3, 4…

     

    Oh, Garrett had asked her something, if she was okay. “I’m fine-fine-fine-fine-” She stuttered, then. Good to know. Unpleasant. Like a broken record, just repeating the same word again and again and again until she could realize what was happening and stop herself. She should have probably added a ‘thank-you’ at the end there, but she really didn’t want to try speaking again. Just a few minutes, first. so rude, oh no, she’ll hate you for that I wasn’t trying to be I’m just 1, 2- 5, 6

     

    Okay. It was okay. She just needed to observe for now, wait, breath. it’s okay you’re quiet and still and no one will notice you now they can’t they won’t please don’t let them notice me

     

    She tried to just watch and make sense of it all, she really did, but it was getting so crowded. Too many people when she didn’t know what was going on, their voices tangling in the air. It was so frustrating- she couldn’t keep up with watching everyone’s reactions. Wait, so if Zoey could understand pokemon, and she could shift, did that mean that any shifter could? She hadn’t had the chance to test it earlier, and was in no state to now. If they could, well, then wouldn’t that make any human that reacted to the words that Tama had said likely to be a shifter as well? Sure, it’d be hard to pick them out from those that had just reacted to a Litleo being so loud, but it made them suspicious enough.

     

    Too late now, though. good job on messing up again, oh no, oh no why couldn’t I just pay more attention 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 3, 4, 6

     

    She felt sick, and she didn’t even know if she could throw up. Clearly, she needed to get some books on the physiology of the Fletchling line as soon as possible. Whatever the case, she needed to get out. There were too many people, and she did want to get information but she couldn’t like this. Besides, she didn’t know if she could stand being stuck like that for much longer. Even if she could figure out how to change back, she couldn’t exactly do it in a crowded pokemon centre. When someone pushed the door open wide enough to get out, she suddenly jumped upwards and flapped her wings. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but she did manage to get through the doorway without slamming into it. She had to land briefly after that, and took the momentary stop to look around for a more secluded place. It didn’t have to be perfect, just so long as no one was looking and it blocked some of the light- there. A nearby alley. Nothing that would really help, but it was better than nothing. She half ran, half flew to it, and ducked inside. oh no what am I doing can you imagine if they found us what would we even do what could I say how do you even explain something like this to someone turn back turn back turn back turn back please

     

    A glow filled the air around her, and she found herself sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around her knees. Shaking, she stood up and brushed the dirt from her skirt. She pushed each of her fingers down in turn until they produced a satisfying crack. Nice to know that those all worked. She walked forward with slow, halting steps, and poked her head around the corner to make sure that no one had seen. That had been a terrible plan, a really, terrible, awful plan, but it seemed as if no harm had come from it. Now what? Well, she supposed that she probably needed to another shifter, but Zoey was the only one she’d confirmed. ‘Look for people who’re cosplaying as pokemon’ wouldn’t really help, as it was a fairly common hobby. So, what? Her best bet was the pokemon centre, but she wasn’t going back in there. Nope, not at all, not 'til she was actually calm. Waiting outside it was, then. She walked over and leaned up against a wall. She chewed on her lip and her head was downcast, her shoulders hunched forward and her hands fiddled and twisted each other under her chin.

     

    The door opened, and she turned to look. “Garrett!” she exclaimed, before immediately clapping her hands over her mouth. Oh. She wasn’t supposed to know that.


  9. It took a large amount of willpower to stay still when Zoey mentioned taking her to the Pokemon Centre, and more still when she was picked up. Ev had no idea what she'd do when she got there, but her goal had been to find a town. Even if this wasn't going according to her plan of 'wander around and hope for the best', it'd still get her where she wanted. In a sense, at least. What was she going to do, pretend to be an uncoordinated Fletchinder forever? She didn't even know if she could, and she certainly didn't want to. It had its pluses, like how people didn't expect her to speak, but the lack of thumbs was really a downer. Besides, she felt so terribly uncomfortable not being able to twist and crack her fingers, as she had a habit of doing. Being held with her wings pressed to her side, she couldn't even stretch them. Tugging at feathers it was, then.

     

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    It was embarrassing to learn how close Vertia was to where the'd been. She'd been so close to finding it, but had instead gotten herself into a mess. "I'm fine, I'm not hurt," she muttered as she was set down. Not that it would do her any good, if the nurse couldn't understand. Zoey, for her part, just left her there. Either she didn't hear, or she had other reasons to ignore her.

     

    Ev nearly threw herself off the counter when the roar shook through the building. The shock caused her to jump, her entire body tensing in preparation. Her talons scratched against the counter top as she struggled to regain her footing. When she finally stopped moving, her wings were pressed tightly to her sides, her eyes were wide, and her feathers had puffed up. Wha-what!? Oh. A pokemon of some sort. Rationally, she new that she didn't have anything to worry about. Whatever it had been, there was a gym trainer and others nearby that would be able to handle it. That was the easy part. If only she could calm down her racing heart and the tensing in her chest that screamed that something was terribly wrong.

     

    She was perfectly able to see and hear things around her. If anything, her senses had increased. Laren talked excitedly about the Tyrantrum (Rock/Dragon type, evolves from Tyrunt) that had apparently made the noise. Jasper seemed equally as excited, if for a different reason. The nurse wanted her to come with her. It was just so hard to work through what it all meant. Her thoughts seemed far too slow. Moving was even more difficult, and she was only able to twist her neck around to stare wide-eyed at the nurse and those that hadn't run out.

     

    She didn't want to go with the nurse, she knew that. It wouldn't accomplish anything, and the nurse wasn't someone that she knew. Things were too unknown. Really, what she wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry, but Fletchinder weren't know for their ability to do that. She couldn't shift back, she couldn't move, and she couldn't speak. As far as she could tell with her anxiety-affected mind, all she could do was stop and try to calm down. At least she'd only been startled. Getting back to her baseline state of 'nervous' shouldn't take more than a minute or so. It was embarrassing and terrifying and she hated it, but it'd end.

     

     


  10. She really shouldn’t have come. All she’d managed to accomplish was making things awkward, probably bothering or annoying Garrett terribly. It wasn’t like she could imagine herself doing anything else, given the situation, but… Things had gone poorly, anyway, and it was probably her fault in some way or another. At the very least, pretending to be a Fletchinder had to be a form of lying.

     

    At the break in the conversation, she turned her attention down to what had been the fight. Oddly enough, the Azumarill seemed to address the girl. Ev couldn’t make any sense of that. People could never understand pokemon, could they? She would have frowned if she could have, but having a beak made that impossible. The sudden awareness of that fact was quite disconcerting. If she thought about it, there were quite a few muscles and such that her Fletchinder form lacked. In particular, having her fingers essentially fused together…

     

    Fortunately, Garrett’s question about whether she needed help distracted her. “Well, I, uh…” This was the perfect time to ask to travel with someone, at least until she could get to a town. Still, outright asking for help seemed so demanding, almost. How could she word it so that it wasn’t? With her current emotional state, she’d have to craft her sentences carefully so they didn’t come out a tangled mess.

     

    Before her thoughts could catch up, the Deerling ran off. For a moment, Ev froze in panic. Garrett was nice, and Ev didn’t know what to do if she was left alone again. “Wait!” she called out in a hushed voice, quiet to even herself. Realizing that this was an ineffective way of dealing with things, she followed. Somehow, she managed to reach the point where Garrett had stopped without tripping.

     

    Things seemed to be quite crowded all of a sudden. At some point, a Deino had appeared, as well as a man with an Anorith on his head. The large number of people didn’t help to calm her nerves, but at least it meant that the attention wouldn’t be on her. She’d probably just be able to go along with them and barely be noticed, if nothing gave her away. The Kabuto had disappeared as well, probably because of Anorith-guy. They were both fossil pokemon, after all.

     

    The Deino mentioned that the girl (Zoey?) could understand pokemon as well. That wasn’t normal, and Zoey’s lack of a response indicated that she wanted it kept a secret. Could… could she have something to do with this whole thing? Ev remembered something about powers. Perhaps, her power was to turn into a Fletchinder, and Zoey’s was to speak to pokemon. That seemed quite unbalanced, but then there were probably others… Ah, far too much speculation. There wasn’t even a point in thinking like that if her thoughts couldn’t be relied upon.


  11. Was she alright? It took a moment for Ev to figure out the answer to the Deerling's question. She was sure that she'd have some bruises, and her feathers had been ruffled badly, but nothing was broken. "No-no, I'm not hurt, I'm okay," she said, not making eye contact. Partially to avoid finding something to look at, she reached down to pull at a few of her chest feathers. It hurt, but the fidget was calming. It wasn't two seconds before she was glancing up at the battle again. The human, she was going to pick up one of the Kabuto? Why? If she was a trainer, couldn't she just use a Poke Ball? Ev turned her attention to the Deerling. "I'm sorry, I don't need help, I just... I heard fighting, so I ran over to see if I could help, but I don't know what I can do. Is that your trainer over there?" Or, was that a rude thing to ask? She really hoped not. Maybe the Deerling was wild, and had just come to watch the fight. She didn't seem too concerned about it, anyway. Though, if the girl was her trainer maybe she could explain.

     

    Ev shifted from side to side, still struggling to keep her balance. It was getting easier, at least. That was good, considering that she couldn't shift back at the moment. She wasn't quite sure how, actually. It seemed to be just... calming down and wanting to change back, but that wasn't a very specific method. It was something she'd have to figure out later, anyway. "Uh, what's your name? Mine's Ev. Evelyn, I mean. Or, Ev's good." Aha, wasn't this going well? The Deerling seemed nice, having come over to see if she was okay and all, but even so this was awkward. Her first time interacting with anyone since she'd woken up, and it was going this poorly? It was doubtful that there'd be good times ahead. She started pulling at her feathers again.

     

    A sudden movement of blue to her left startled her. Aqua, Jet, right! Of course the fight was still happening. Silly to forget. It also showed her that, as of yet, she'd still been completely useless in stopping anything. "Can't we...?"


  12. I'm torn between just selling my fodder in the Ice merc spreadsheet or sending them to Plague's raffle. They've got so much stuff...

     

    Anyway, is anyone interested in taking this lv 25 off my hands? He's got art and a bio, and he's stoned with 1x Ambush, Rally, and Sap. Right now he's in the AH for 300kt, but I'm definitely willing to haggle over PM (mostly I need to free up lair space).

     

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  13. Oh, what a mess she was in.

     

    Evelyn pushed aside a branch, careful not to let it bounce back and hit her when she let go. Why did she have to get so lost? Wherever she was, the forest couldn’t go on forever. She’d walked on for long enough that the only reasonable assumption was that she was going around in circles. At least, she thought so? She really wasn’t great at navigating forests, and having to stop every so often to rest didn’t help. How was she supposed to know how far she’d gone?

     

    Had she done something to deserve this? She hated the thought, but it seemed to be so. ‘Rules’, ‘win’- didn’t those imply a game? One with very high stakes, if her memory was gone and she could...? Oh no, she was probably completely wrong. It could be anything else! It was still probably her fault, somehow, but she couldn’t jump to conclusions on what exactly was going on. A game was ridiculous, anyway. Games didn’t leave you without your memory and terrified and trapped and lost in an endless forest that she’d never ever get out of.

     

    She needed to breath more. Less. Right.

     

    She resisted the urge to lean against a tree for a second. It was fine, it wasn’t like she hadn’t already dealt with worse that day. Even if it had, well, caused her to turn into a Fletchinder. That had been more than a little odd, and really wasn’t something she needed at the moment. It might have sounded nice, being able to turn into a Flying-type, but it really wasn’t that simple.

     

    It could have gone worse, at least! She hadn’t hit the branch that hard, and the scrapes from crashing into the dirt weren’t so painful. At least it had taught her that she she didn’t at all know how to fly, and she had no idea how one was supposed to learn such a thing. Besides, she had to admit that she was a fair bit frightened about the transformation. Best to stay on the ground for awhile.

     

    As she continued on, she started to hear noises. Her eyes widened. Shouting? Other things, too, that suggested fighting. Oh, no, a fight!? What if someone was getting hurt? She broke into a run, trying to reach the location of the noises. Oh, no, oh no oh no, she really hoped that things weren’t too bad and that there was some way she’d be able to help and oh no-

     

    She didn’t realize her mistake until she had almost reached the road. Given the previous two times she had shifted (once because of a panic attack and once when she had been startled), she had assumed that the change was brought on by fear for herself. It would be wrong to say that she wasn’t afraid now, but the situations were different enough that she didn’t make the connection until she was surrounded by light. By that point, it was far too late to do anything.

     

    Suddenly, her legs were too short to reach the ground, and she tripped in mid-air. Panicked, she spread out her wings. For a second, she managed to glide over the ground. Her inexperience made it impossible to stay in the air, however, and a small tilt sent her crashing to the ground. A cloud of dust rose up around her. Somehow, she’d landed on her back. Flipping herself onto her feet was awkward, but somehow she managed, shaking the dust out of her feathers. Slamming into the ground had hurt, and she still didn’t know what was going on. She winced and focused on staying upright while surveying the scene, coughing to clear her lungs. There were more pokemon around than she had expected, and only one human. Three, uh, Kabutops? No, Kabuto, as well as a Litleo, an Azumarill, and a Deerling standing off to the side. The Azumarill was the only one that really caught her eye, being both adorable and one she knew quite a bit about. The other’s didn’t really have any presence competitively, being unevolved, so she didn’t know as much about them as she would have wished. Maybe she could guess about them, based on their evolutions?

     

    No, no, that wasn’t important! All that mattered was figuring out what was going on. There was only one trainer, so some of the pokemon had to be wild? Which ones? Her head flicked back and forth, still trying to take everything in. Two of the Kabuto had already fainted, or something, and the Litleo had been recalled. She really didn’t know what to do in this situation! It probably hadn’t even been bad, and now she was interfering and people would ask questions, and- oh, what a mess.


  14. ...He honestly had no idea what Sora was talking about. It sounded like the sort of thing America and Japan liked- portals and rockets and travelling through worlds. The kid did seem to have some idea of what was going on, which was good? Canada had thought that England had caused this, but now he really wasn’t sure. He doubted that England could do something this powerful, even by accident. Perhaps the kid was right, then…? It still didn’t make sense though. There were so many questions he wanted to ask. Space didn’t work like that, did it? Why would an alien world be so similar to Earth, and how could rocket travel so far?

     

    Nervously, he picked up his rifle and clutched it across his chest. He hoped that the others didn’t take that as a threat; that would be pretty awful, and he didn’t want to scare anyone. It was most likely a useless concern, as it wasn’t like he was holding it in any sort of useable position. Still, it was a weapon and-

     

    An earsplitting roar interrupted his thoughts. He jumped and turned his head towards the noise with wide eyes- what was that? It was biological, definitely. Machines didn’t sound like that, and a speaker would have to be huge to be so loud. It… Oh, no. They were planning on moving towards it? That was an awful plan. They didn’t seem to have any more of an idea of an idea about it than he did. It’d be best if they could get to higher ground, or find some other way of learning about the situation. ”I don’t think that’s a good idea… Shouldn’t we figure out what’s going on first?” If he was honest, he’d probably end up following them if they decided to go. He needed information, and if they had any he needed to learn about it.

     

    "I don't know where we are, but I plan to find out. Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen if I can help it. I’m Sylla, by the way."

     

    Matthew smiled softly at the bear as it sniffed him. Yeah, it was definitely a nice bear. He wasn’t sure what Sylla was planning on doing to stop anything bad from happening, but given the bear the man probably wasn’t quite normal. ”I’m Ca- Matthew. Matthew Williams.” It probably wasn’t a good idea to introduce himself as Canada. Not at this point, anyway. With luck, they’d actually remember his name.


  15. Oh, wow lu, your art is so amazing??? how do you do it I am so impressed

     

    and it's really nice to see that speedpaint finished! it's so beautiful, I especially like her hair!

     

    (oh no, I just learned that when I try to type 'hair' I begin to type 'haise' instead, ahaha.)


  16. Canada exhaled, closing his eyes. His breath came out in a thick, misty cloud, dispersing into the air. Ice expanded outwards for miles, coated in a thick layer of snow, glittering in the sunlight.

     

    Beautiful.

     

    “It’s really nice out, eh, Kumajohn?”

    The bear, sitting on the snowmobile, blinked up at him. “Who are you?”

     

    Canada sighed. Perhaps he should go back to the cabin soon. His fingers were starting to ache with cold, and the wind seemed to be picking up. Still, he didn’t really want to. It felt good, just being out alone in the cold with Kumabo. Ah, well. Safety first, eh?

     

    He checked to make sure that the hunting rifle strapped to his back was still secure. It was just a precaution- there were bears in this area, and not all of them were as friendly as Kumaren. Canada hated the thought of hurting a polar bear, but getting mauled was a really unpleasant experience. Besides, bears weren’t the only dangerous things out here.

     

    He started to reach for his helmet, but before he could he was blinded by a harsh light. What…

     

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    When he opened his eyes, the light was gone and he was lying on the ground. Where.. where was he? Definitely not on the on the frozen lake anymore- the sky was the wrong colour, and… was that grass? “Kuma-Kumakana…?” he called out. He couldn’t hear the bear- whatever strange force had transported him must have left Kumaro behind. Oh, no, oh no, this wasn’t good. Had England messed up a spell again? England probably messed up a spell again. Maple, what could he do about this…? Would Kumatala be alright?

     

    Groaning, he sat up. A few metres to his left was a glittering lake, and he could hear people talking nearby. Someone with purple hair, a kid with odd, spikey hair, a lady with a spear, and… someone wearing a sort of red armor? What a strange group- half of them looked like they came from video games. “He-hello?” he asked, too quiet to be heard, as he pulled his gloves off. He brought himself to his feet, struggling with his thick clothing; he needed to remove his jacket and ski pants before he overheated. Working quickly, he unstrapped his rifle and set it on the ground. He then unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing a red maple leaf bunny hug. Next, he untied his boots and removed them so he could take off his ski pants. That was better, though the sudden heat was making his fingers hurt.

     

    Was… was that a bear and an old man walking towards them? It wasn’t Kumachico, obviously, but it seemed tame enough. Ah, what was going on? England had never messed up this badly! “Please, someone? Where am I?” Louder this time, good. Hopefully, someone would notice him.


  17. I finally decided on a character, yay. Sorry if the name switching gets confusing- I should probably stick to one or the other, but I'm not sure which one to go with.

     

    Canada/Matthew Williams (Hetalia)

    Canada is, as his name suggests, the personification of the country. The brother of America, he often finds himself overshadowed and is very shy. He speaks in a soft, quiet voice, and dislikes fighting despite being quite good at it.

    Immortal: As a nation, he can't die. He can be killed, but unless the country of Canada (the actual area/people/whatever, as opposed to the personification, Matthew) is severely weakened, he can come back (either by healing the old body or reforming in a new one, depending on the damage). It's also harder to kill him than it would be to kill a human and he is able to heal faster, though he can be injured like anyone else.

    Insignificant: While he isn't invisible, it can be hard for others to notice him, recognize him, or remember his name. He can be noticed, especially if he's alone, but in a crowd people who aren't paying attention might miss him. Certain people are immune to this, and are able to recognize him and remember his name without difficulty.

    Injure: While he doesn't have any powers that could be used to directly harm others, Canada has army training and is able to use a wide variety weapons quite effectively. Currently, he has a rifle and a survival knife.


  18. Scowling back in reply to Kazuya’s grin, Natsuki turned to focus on whatever the man was saying. As it turned out, the blonde woman didn’t speak Japanese. Inconvenient, that was. Why was she here, then? Perhaps she was good enough that the CCG decided to transfer her to Japan, but it didn’t seem necessary for this mission. It wasn’t like this was a raid or anything similarly major (not that they didn’t need to be extremely cautious; they were, after all, dealing with ghouls). Was something planned in the future?

     

    Bleh, and yet another person arrived late- this one even after the meeting had officially started! He wasn’t missing much, at least, and it seemed that Natsuki’s fears of being the last one there were unfounded. That… wasn’t exactly good. They hoped that they wouldn’t have to work with him, if he had bothered to stop for ice cream of all things. Something a slight bit more nutritional and portable would have been an acceptable, and even reasonable thing to pick up, but…

     

    Esko finally showed up as well. Natsuki never understood why he was the squad leader- but that was a question to be thought of at a different time. At the moment, there were more important things to be thought about, such as the plan that Indigo had just relayed. Though not particularly detailed, it wasn’t a bad plan. So long as one group wasn’t ambushed, it was likely that things would go as smoothly as they ever did- but Natsuki sincerely hoped that there were plans for if the worst came to the worst. “Scream for help and hope that someone hears” did not count as a plan.

     

    The Hunter, eh? They frowned; too bad there was so little information on him. But, they knew enough. His kagune was a bikaku, he was dangerous, and his hunting patterns suggested a homeless, travelling ghoul. A small squad like this would probably be able to handle him.

     

    "Greetings, everyone."

     

    “Good day,” Natsuki said, nodding slightly.

     

    Alright. Time to start the mission. “You’re right, we should,” they said in reply to Nakamura. “We’ll be lucky if the Hunter hasn’t already run, and it’s a large area to search. If he escapes now, it’ll be difficult to find him later.”


  19. Nastuki swore under their breath as they ran to the meeting place. Of all the times to be late (and because of a wrongly set phone alarm, of all things), this was one of the worse. Not that being late at any time was in any way acceptable, but if they couldn't make a good first impression how could they get any respect? All they could hope for was that they weren't the last one there (which, knowing Kazuya, honestly wouldn't surprise them). Still, even if that was the case, there wasn't much they could do to salvage their reputation. Anyway, it would be bad for them if the rest of their squad was late as well. There really was no way to win if you were late; next time they'd be sure to set two alarms. This mission was going to be... not very enjoyable.

     

    The first thing that they noticed upon arrival was a blob of pink. Damn, so Kazuya had shown up before them. That really was pathetic, if they were that late. There were three others there as well- okay, so they weren't the last one there, if the other Quinx's were even planning on showing up. One girl seemed to be just finishing up introductions as well, so she must have just arrived. That was good, though the impatient look on the blonde woman's face certainly wasn't. To be fair to the woman, Natsuki would be annoyed as well if they were the one waiting.

     

    They bowed deeply, hands clasped in front of them. "I'm terribly sorry for my lateness, and any inconvenience it may have caused. I am Rank 3 investigator Hayashi Natsuki."

     

    Turning to look to see who else had arrived, they frowned. So, Kazuya wasn't the only one who had chosen to dye his hair, and hadn't she been in the fight the day before-? It was difficult for Natsuki to remember, after they missed hours of sleep poring over reports. Ah, well, she must not have been badly injured if she was prepared to go on a mission, right? It had been a very nasty battle, one that Natsuki had been glad to miss, but it had been so poorly handled. This mission, they would be sure to do their best to make sure that everything went well.

     

     


  20. ”Ah, perfect!” Aster said, smiling. He was glad that they had decided on that with little problems- it wouldn’t have been hard to turn something like it into an argument. Nydedri accepted, though, so it was fine. She had some concerns, of course, but it wasn’t like she said ‘no’. Besides, would anyone really be stupid enough to go without a proper raiding party to fight the boss?

     

    Stay focused, he reminded himself. Right, right, they needed to find somewhere to raise their levels. Hmm… Well, he wasn’t exactly the right person to ask, but maybe he could contribute something? It wasn’t like he knew where all of the best leveling spots were, but he wasn’t completely clueless. Every time he partied with someone new they tended to share a bit of information. Some were a bit less interested in sharing (Aster always made a mental note to never party with them again- didn’t they realize that everyone should be working together?), but he ended up learning something or other from everyone. He shrugged. ”Well, it’s dusk now, so… hm, the best place I know of is, ah, you know that one forest…?” Sighing, he decided to just pull out of map. Opening his menu, he flicked through the options and pressed a button to create a flat, physical representation of the first floor. Pointing to a forested spot on the map, he continued. ”Here. I’ve farmed here before and it wasn’t busy, hopefully it still isn’t... Normally the «Small Brown Bears» that spawn on this floor are too rare to farm properly, but it turns out that they spawn more frequently there. There’s some sort of den-like structure there, it’s probably for some quest that hasn’t been discovered yet. Anyway, they’re still not common, but there’s enough trash mobs nearby to get a decent amount of exp and with the bonus from the bears, you know. They’re a bit tougher than most- nothing we can’t handle, of course -and it’s a fair distance away, but unless anyone has anywhere else…? If not, we could meet over there...?” He really wouldn’t be surprised if they did, but eh, it was worth a shot.

     


  21. Taylor she mentally corrected. Not Tyler. She nearly laughed at her reaction; someone getting her name wrong should be the least of her worries. Yet she was bothered by it- that and Roderick’s puns. Was it really necessary to joke at a time like this? They didn’t need to waste any time or energy on useless things, least of all puns! Even if Roderick wasn’t planning on contributing (and, if so, why was he even here?) then he could at least be so courteous as to not distract anyone else. They were busy, or at least should be.

     

    ...Gave them his memories? That didn’t make any sense! You couldn’t just- well. She had recently met a telepathic alien, so maybe the idea wasn’t as far-fetched as it seemed at first. That doesn’t matter! Who cared what she had seen already? Memory transfer was stupid and ridiculous, and Andrew had to be lying, or making it up, or had hit his head the night before. Something, because Taylor didn’t care how many papers Andrew had as evidence. It couldn’t have happened.

     

    Simon, of course, had to ruin it all by agreeing that it had happened.

     

    They couldn’t both be making it up. Unless they planned it before…? No, no, that wasn’t it. There wasn’t a reason for that. Neither of them had anything to gain by lying like that, and Taylor couldn’t see either of them doing such a thing. Surely they both knew that this wasn’t a joke.

     

    Taylor wasn't sure that she could handle everything. Andrew’s outburst certainly wasn’t helping. What, they were deciding what to do already!? She needed more time to think, to talk about it and decide exactly what to do! Try to save the world, or no? This was a life and death decision, not something that you could think about in just a few minutes. Surely they wouldn’t accomplish anything anyway. Roderick was right, what could animals do against aliens? It was hopeless, and stupid to try. They’d just get themselves killed. They had seen that Yeerks’ weren’t weak, Elfangor had died-

     

    Ah, but if they didn’t try they’d just get enslaved! With fighting at least they had a chance... barely, but at least it was there. Everyone else, too- they wouldn’t just be fighting for themselves. The Yeerks would try to enslave the entire world. Without anyone to stop them in time, or at the very least slow them down, everyone on Earth would be enslaved. It would be wrong to abandon everyone. It went against all of Taylor’s morals- if you could do something to save people’s lives, you had to do it. She couldn’t just give up on that idea now, could she?

     

    She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into her palms, hoping that the pain would help her focus (it didn’t). Frantic thoughts ran through her mind, fighting over the two choices. It wasn’t like she could change her mind later; if she decided to help, she knew that she’d be too stubborn to stop trying. If she decided not to, she’d be too cowardly to change her mind. With a deep sigh, she spoke.

     

    “...Simon’s right. We can’t just stand by and do nothing, not when we can help. Even if we can slow the Yeerks down a little bit, it’ll help.” Maybe- “If we can help the save the world, we have to do it. This isn’t a game. If we quit before we even try, everyone on Earth will be enslaved. They’re counting on us.”