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(@askchimeknight) Chime wanders up to Vincent curiously with a small note. "Pardon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these White Coats you speak of? Are they a Pokémon too?" His note says.

The words written on the paper seemed rather confusing to the taller creature. Moreso, he can't quite seem to understand what the paper itself says. Vincent expressing his confusion with his right ear hanging low and head tilting to the side. His eyes could only squint, trying his absolute damnedest to comprehend what the writing says. "I-It's, erm... Well you see... Um... I... I think it says... N-No, that isn't right...". Vincent could only mutter to himself, seeing if whether what he is reading is correct or he is just misunderstanding. "Maybe it says... Trees?? Something about a berry stuck in, uh, c-crystal???"

It was then a paw would slide onto the confused abomination's shoulder.

"Vin, just stop." As assuming as this would seem, Sabor decided to halt Vincent. In his eye, this is just putting the poor Pokemon in a embarrassing position. "You and I both know that you can't read that language. So do us a favor and quit trying to make yourself look more like a fool."

"O-Oh, I didn't know-- I'm sorry.". He didn't knew that attempting to read what he couldn't understand would come across as something negatively. "I just w-wanted to try--!"

Before Vincent could get out another word, Sabor would pull him in with great force. Afterwards he would proceed to smush his paw all over Vincent's face. "Shhhhh, not another word, butt munch~. If you REALLY wanted to read what that little bell wrote, you could of easily asked good ol' Sabor to read for you~."

The Sylveon would swung his paw away from Vincent and made his approach towards Chime. Of course playfully swinging his hips in the process.

Upon reaching the Chingling, he would crouch downwards and move his tail forth. Eyeing at the words written down on the paper. Once he has grasped what it had said, he would straighten himself back up and spun around to face back towards Vincent. "It says, ahem..." Sabor clears his throat, as he would begin to speak pretty loud for Vincent to hear. Although, the choice of tone he spoke sounded pretty goofy. "Paaaaarrrdon me, I hope you don't mind me asking, but who exactly are these lousy, smelly White Coats you speak of? Are they a downgrade version of a 'Pokémon' too? And end quote~. How was my marvelous speech~? A million out of a hundred huh~?"

Disregarding both the tone and Sabor obvious grasp on a compliment, Vincent would perk up at the question. "Oh! The White Coats!" He jolted at the thought of it. Then, now fully realizing that the White Coats are brought in topic, his eyes would wander. His facial becoming grim at just the mere thought of them. "W-Well, the White Coats... They are what Sabor calls them 'Humans'. T-They are the reason that me a-and Sabor became, well, this.". He would sway his paws, directing them at both him and Sabor. Trying to show that what they both look were not of natural causes.

"They're... Not good... Far from it. They experiment, they abuse, and they make you obey their every order. I-If you don't, they... They...."

Sabor would come in to add context of what Vincent wanted to say. "They have a three warning system. The first warning, you be set into a twenty-four hour punishment that induce minor physical pain. Second warning, you will receive weeks worth of maaajjjjooooorrrr aggressive punishments, both physically and psychologically. And the final warning...". He slid his paw through his neck, motioning a sort of slicing motion. "Death."

"... I-It was s-said that the White Coats are setting an example... T-To prevent anyone else from misbehaving and disobeying them... T-That they a-are willing to get their hands dirty by any means necessary..."

"T... The Houndooms that we are running from... They are also a-a product of what the White Coats done to them... Sabor I k-know wants to hurt them, to make our freedom easier with zero issues. But... T-They are like us... They are also victims... Those three... Are in W-White Coat's stronger control. I think that things would be different i-if they were free like us..."

"You say that, yet you neglect the fact that one of them is more than happy to eat us in a heartbeat. Free or not, I rather those three stooges be dead."

{ Answer for @duskffyart / @askchimeknight }

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Vincent @ Nahi: The creature would approach them very carefully. He seemed rather nervous, as he hasn't seen such a Pokemon before. Hesitant to say the least, unsure if they are someone that he needs to keep distance or if it is alright to be in the same presence as them. Nevertheless, he attempted fate and spoke. "S-Sorry if I seem n-nosy, but I-I've wanted to ask something. Y-Your memories... Is there any more things that you r-remember? Something that is, well, now coming back to you?..."

Nahi: No, not really. I have not remembered anything else for the moment.

If I do happen to remember more, I will try to tell. Thanks for being worried.

Kenji: You will remember more in the future, I believe so. In the meantime, let's just hope for the best.

Nahi: Yeah, you are right about that.

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what made you decide to be a sylveon??

"Eh, it wasn't really my choice." His shoulders would shrug up, as his tone sounded rather nonchalant. "Ribbons are alright and all, but becoming a Sylveon wasn't really something I was interested in evolving into. Then again, because I really didn't care of the current roster of evolutions that was provided to me at the time, I stupidly decided to let him do the choosing for me."

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"H-Hey, whoa, wait a minute! We're not here to cause trouble, I promise!"

Angel quickly assures the duo and backs up a few paces as the strange Sylveon brandishes a flaming scythe, hoping to deescalate the situation before it potentially turns violent. It's clear that the sudden and blatant show of aggression has startled them, their long ears pinning back against their head.

"Um..." comes a meek voice from behind Angel, belonging to a Vulpix, who cautiously steps forward.

"We're sorry for startling you...m-my name is Kenina, and this is my partner, Angel," Kenina introduces, her tone voice gentle and her expression concerned, although there is an obvious flicker of nervousness in her demeanor, too. But considering the reaction their initial approach earned, she can hardly be blamed for that.

"You two are being pursued, aren't you? If that's the case, we would like to help you, i-if you will let us..."

"Yeah! We're an Exploration Team, and helping other Pokemon trouble is part of what we do!"

The duo would glance at each other and back at the two smaller Pokemon. Both Vincent and Sabor would wield a very perplexed expression.

"Exploration..."

"T-Team?".

Neither have heard such a term before. Is this suppose to be something that could be beneficial and aide them through their troubles? Or, would it be something that could be absolutely detrimental and lead them to the dangers that neither seek? While the answer is there, with the two vulpines offering to lend a paw to help with their situation, both Vincent and Sabor would remain cautious of the matter. As much as aide feels like a god sent to have right now, it feels rather off to suddenly have someone openly willing to help two strangers. Two not so pleasantly looking bigger, strange creatures.

"... So what is it that you two want?..". Sabor spoke blatantly. "Clearly there is something you two want in exchange for helping us. So... What is it? Money? Food? Or you want us to do something in turn?" Vincent head would look between, going back and forth from Sabor to Kenina and Angel. While he believes that the two smaller Pokemon doesn't seem to hold any ill-intent, base on their postures and tone of voices, he is more leaning towards Sabor's point. In their eyes, help doesn't seem quite possible. At least, not for free. In their eyes, help is only possible if something is presented in exchange.

"U-Um..." Vincent would nervously speak up. Despite on how he feels of the matter, he still wishes to say something. "S-Say you were to help... What could you possibly do? A-Are you, erm, capable of keeping the Houndooms away permanently? O-Or s-somehow have the white coats off our backs? Do either of you have a p-plan to keep us safe?.." "A-And if you, Kenina and Angel, were able to succeed, what do you even want from us in return? It... Just sounds too good to be true for you little guys to help us strangers for nothing..."

"Dude, you're seriously not entertaining this. These what-you-mc-call-it team of fuzzballs are seriously not going to just settle our problems just like that. We both know that they'll just get themselves mulled, the very moment they dare take a step and hassle with those idiotic Houndooms."

"T-That wasn't what I was going for..." His tone dialed down, as his insides begun to whirl around. The feeling of guilt and nervousness spun throughout his inner body. "I-I-I just w-wanted to know what plans they have, i-if they do want to help us... I didn't say that I was open to the idea of letting them go and do whatever to help us. They... They seem to mean well. And I don't want Kenina and Angel to put themselves in harms way, because of us--Because of me..."

His red orbs would drift towards the direction of the vulpines. His voice shaken, as he spoke directly to the two. "I'm really, really sorry... You two seem like kind Pokemon. But... E-Even if your offer of help is strangely genuine, I-I can't let you two be put in harms way... I don't want to be the one t-to have another be killed..."

"..."

"... Our only best option is to continue to run... To find a new place to hide. I-I don't want the safety o-of others to be disrupted and damaged because of me... I-I'm sorry...." { Answer for @askteamsunshine }

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{ In response to this }

"Mmmmm tell me something that I didn't already know, little wet wipes~." He cheerfully gleams. All the while one of his ribbons would wrap around Lief to rest upon his shoulder. "Now you know how I feel whenever this cry baby is around. Wah-wahing here and there, killing the fun atmosphere~."

"... I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean--" Sabor would shove a paw onto Vincent face. Smothering and rubbing his paw all over the facial area, simply just to keep any further sadness speech from him away from the conversation. "Shhhh. I don't want to hear it, I don't want to smell it~. Us two Sylveons are busy talking, Vinny-boy~.". As Sabor finished speaking, the ribbon that was on Lief would wrapped further onto his body. Once it had gotten a good grip, the slender Sylveon would pull him towards his direction. Albeit, ensuring that the smaller Pokemon would be VERY up close towards his personal space. He is very well-aware that it would become a very discomforting to the other to be so up close to this, well... Not so pleasant creature. But does he care of it? Unfortunately, no.

"Maybe when me and piss-boy here is in a better situation, I would happily lend you both ears to spew your oh-so-glorious vile insults at me~." Both his ears would lift up and wiggle. Indicating that yes, he is very much willing to listen to any insult thrown at him. It is as if he have grown use to it. "Oh but you better not make it as lame as Tauros shit. Don't want to hear any material that I've already heard, kekeke~."

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@Sabor:

Hey, can you bring back that cool "fire scyth" thingy again?

why?

(grabs bag of "marshy-Marshmellows.")

no reason.

(grabs bag of "Gram-Gram crackers.")

no reason at all.

(Grabs box of "choky-choclate bars.")

absolutely no reason whatsoever; I just want to see it.

(Sticks a marshmallow on the end of a random stick.)

"…" For a considerable moment, Sabor stood there quietly. The sound of the anon's suggestion, bearing witness to it… For someone to have such audacity to request the use of his incredible power over something so insignificantly small. Knowing the clear intention that they only want to utilize it to warm up those squishy, sweet marshmallows. Sabor, finally opened his jaws to make a response. Squatting down his magnificent cheeks as his voice erupted in sheer… Excitement? What?

"FUCK YEAH WE MAKING SMORES! SLAP THOSE 'MALLOWS ON THOSE STICKS AND HAND ME SOME, LIL DUDE!"

Vincent appeared in absolute distress at what he is seeing. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!! Y-YOU'RE GOING TO BURN THE FOREST DOWN!". The larger creature was freaking out, panicking at the sheer thought of the residents of this forest will lose their homes-- Or worse, be burned alive, if this fire doesn't cease. "P-PLEASE, STOP THE FI--MMMM!!". His words was immediately halted by a piece of melted marshmallow being shoved into Vincent's mouth.

"Shhhhh. It's smores time~."

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Thought of something stupid. Todaybor Day is Sabor Day.

Pfffft That got me x'D! Guess this means we need to rebrand Labor Day with Sabor Day! Then again, all I imagine that there would be a lot of chaos and victims of Sabor pranks xd

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Late Monday, but if you see this, I love your weird characters, and am glad you are back! X3

Heya heya! I am happy to hear that you love my dorks <3! Like I really do appreciate hearing this ;w;! I do plan to resume answering asks this week and start sending asks out soon! Something happened irl that I did had to pause but I am somewhat better now and can soon continue on with my sillies <3! I already have two sketchies made of two asks nwn! I hope to continue to make ya happy with my boys and their stories!

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While it's still Monday, I'm going to ask you to draw little Vincent once more.

Yes, don't think I forgot after all this time. Nymphrases, I want you to draw Da Baby Boi again!

And draw baby Sabor too while you are at it!

Ah, apologies as I don't remember you asking before >w<". But it may be because it has been years ago since the ask, so maybe I just forgotten ;w;

Since ya asked for lil baby forms, welp...

I don't mind providing with a bit of a quick design of the two :D!

Sabor being a cute lil peewee, far before he got slapped by reality.

And Vincent here is struggling to keep balance, as it isn't easily to walk around with pre-evolved legs!

Hope I understood your ask right :>. If so, enjoy the lil beans!

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Pssst

Anyone in need of asks :3? Just comment here if ya need one! If you want one from a specific character, be it Vincent or Sabor, lemme know! If anyone, then just leave that part blank for me to pick :D!

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Lief: "Psst, up here. You two. Yeah, you. Ugly, and uglier."

Perched high up in a tree, he hissed down at the duo, staring down with what may have been a look of genuine disgust, or apprehension. Curiously, he was clinging to the branch very tightly.

"You mind telling me what the hell is going on? I mean, where do I begin? Oh yeah, why are there three Houndooms sniffing around for you, huh? You tryna get the rest of us in trouble? Well you better move it somewhere else. Far, far. FAR away from here."

"We weren't trying to cause anyone any trouble... Honest." Vincent answered, feeling a wave of guilt inside of him. He didn't wish for anyone else, especially the locals, to be dragged into their problem. The creature's ears would hang low at the thought of anyone potentially being pulled into any harm- Or worse.

Sabor, on the other hand, seemed highly delighted at what he is seeing. Viewing the Simbobeon clinging onto the branch, as if his life depended on it. It was truly a comical sight to behold. "Oh la la, Sabor likes your compliment~."

The Sylveon hips sway from side to side. He cusp a paw onto his cheeks, as he release an obviously fake disappointed pout. "Ahh, but your words is the same as any other. It gets pretty boring and stale when nearly everyone calls me ugly. Can't you just say that I am just some unattractively disgusting filth that needs to burn deep under the depths of some volcano~? Or how a billion Garbadors stench couldn't compare to how I smell~? How about mocking my existence? I am sure there is plenty to insult about that~! Come on, you got to say something better than just calling me 'ugly'. If you are going to coward up there with the other leaves, the least you could do is entertain me, kekeke~."

"Sabor, please...". Vincent didn't want to cause any further upset. In his eyes, they actually are the ones at fault for the Houndooms being in the forest to begin with.

"I-I'm sorry. I really, really sorry...". As much as his wishes to divert his eyes from the hybrid's gaze, he decided to nervously keep put. Even if it is causing him to feel a ping of anxiousness. "The Houndooms are only here because we are escapees. They are searching for us, to take me and Sabor back to the facility. W-We... Didn't do anything bad. We aren't bad! N-Neither of us doesn't want to return back there. It isn't a good place... I... Don't want to go back there..."

"I'm really, really sorry that we're a bother to you locals. It really wasn't any of my intention to bring pain and upset to anyone... The Pokemon here are very kind and truly gave me a sense of belonging... I-I really didn't want to leave, but for everyone's safety we have no choice. I'm sorry, w-we'll leave. May e-everyone here be safe and happy..."

{ Answer for @ask-team-misfit ) Also have a really quick bonus silly :>!

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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi approaches Vincent as she is a bit shocked when she sees a part of multiple Pokémon around him.

"WHOA! I haven't seen a mon like you before! Honestly it's very rare to see that ya have some parts from more that two or even three species. Anyways, why are you like that anyway?"

She might doesn't know that Vincent might not remember why's he like that.

"I, um... A-Am really not sure myself." His tone sounded disappointed. Vincent had desire to learn the same himself. "It's an answer that I wish to know too." The larger creature pupils would wander away. His gaze pulled to the side, escaping itself from the Midnight Lycanroc sight. He would continue to speak, wanting to both be heard and to bring light of additional information. "All I could really say is that this... This body... I feel like that I don't belong in it... How it doesn't feel that it is mine. But I don't know. I don't remember anything before I woke up. It's why I, well, really n-need to know the truth... B-But I fear that maybe only the white coats know."

{ Answer for @aro-pokeverse / @ask-the-shiny-pokemons }

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Introductory

The sun would bestow upon this land it's beloved warmth, finally beginning a full start of a new day! The local wild Pokémon would go about their merry way throughout this verdant forest, all the while the Swablus sung in complete harmonic unison. Everything appears to be in a state of perfect tranquility. … Or so one would have assumed.

An odd-colored Scatterbug had grown rather inquisitive about what she had stumbled upon. A metallic device of the sort. But of what purpose does it hold? It doesn't quite appear to hold any beneficial use, as it seems to be way beyond repair and had seem to have already fallen into the grasp's of mother nature. Because of it's fallen structure, it would likely stray the attention of others. At best, many would simply assume that it is nothing more than mere junk. But… If it were to had landed to the eyes of the right Pokémon… Or, in this particular case, a snout--

The Scatterbug shuddered in sheer terror. Her movement fallen completely paralyzed at the sight of someone's muzzle just barging ever so near within her vicinity. The insect felt endangered. Consumed into the assumption that this may be her end. However, despite her fear, the larger Pokémon express zero interest towards her. Instead, they seem to be far more intent on the damaged device on the ground. Sniff… Sniff… They would take a few whiff at the piece of metal. Allowing the fragrance of another's scent to wave around inside their nostrils. Even though nature's aroma had lingered on this object for an unknown amount of time, it hadn't taken long for the canine's thoughts to click.

"-!! HIS SCENT HAS BEEN FOUND!" The canine would growl from beneath her breath, as she spoke. Although, she can't quite hide her words in hush-hush, when the increased amplitude of her tone is heavily audible for many to hear. "NOT A DOUBT THAT THE OTHER IS WITH S-047. BROTHERS, APPROACH! A LEAD HAS BEEN FOUND!". Her call being louder than a Whismur's cry. It wasn't long until two Houndooms would reveal themselves from beyond the luxuriant, grassy path. Though, it didn't particularly seemed like they were too far off from the female Houndoom's location. Nevertheless, they were here. Marking three not-so-welcoming looking hounds in this territory.

The one leaning to the western direction would salivate, as he laughs maniacally. While the other in the eastern side would retain his silence, as the flames wisp through from side to side of his jaw. The lead Houndoom would only growl in a rather overreacted, yet unprovoked irritation. Her voice would explode in volume once more, this time her tone shifting to a sound that is of a mixture between authoritarian and belligerence. Much to the displeasure of the brothers. "CHOP, CHOP, WE HAVE TO LOCATE AT A NINJASK'S PACE! NOT AFTER BREAKFAST, NOT LATER— WE HAVE TO FIND THEM, NOW! WE CANNOT LET THEM OUT FROM THE GRIP OF OUR CLAWS AGAIN! THE MORE TIME WE WASTE, THE GREATER THE OPPORTUNITY ARISES FOR THOSE TWO LESSERS TO ESCAPE!" "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Silence. Neither of the brotherly duo have chosen to answer her. "I SAID: DO… I… MAKE… MYSELF… CLEAR?!!" The female Houndoom repeated herself. Beginning to sound increasingly irritable through her voice. It had taken but a very brief moment before the two-eyed brother would widely open his jaws and spoke out. "MMMMMM I THINK NES WOULD SUFFICE! A NO, A YES, A NES! GRAHAHAHA!!" He boomed in absolute laughter at his not-so-funny joke. "… YOU ARE AN IDIOTIC DUNCE! DON'T WASTE MY TIME WITH YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT OF HUMOR."

Unbeknownst to the trio…

--They were being closely watched by someone from above the trees.

His tail would sway back and forth, as he was not-so-secretly showing the fact that he seemed a little too delightfully chipper at the sight. "It really took these three stooges loooooonnnnnnggggg to arrive here. I was starting to feel pretty bored of not seeing any of their flee-riddle-piss-gobblin' selves, kekeke~." As amused as this slender Sylveon sounded, it became rather short-lived as a smidge of disappointment had settled in. Already he holds full awareness that a particular someone would shrivel in sadness that they have to leave their current 'home'. Something that he doesn't particular look forward to seeing…. Again.

However, before this 'wimp' individual could be informed of such news, the Sylveon had needed to carry out a plan first. Most considering that it does hold importance to the current predicament at hand. That problem being the involvement of the Houndooms that is directly below him. The slender Sylveon would raise up a paw, nearing chin-length. A grim fog would gather around from the very central part of his paw-pad, appearing the same moment that his arm was halted in motion. Soon, the mist appearance would be more of a spherical shape. It was radiating harsh, ominous energy as its form was appearing more and more like a shadowy blob. The elemental skill that he is casting upon is known as none other than Shadow Ball.

When the Ghost-type skill had fully materialized, the Sylveon had seized this chance to thrust his paw forward. Unleashing a dark, powerful orb of ominous energy. However… It would appear that the target of his attack wasn't aimed towards the location of any of the Houndooms. Oh, no, no, no. This Sylveon is quite well aware that a Pokemon like these hounds are not vulnerable against this particular attack. After all, Ghost is ineffective against Dark types. So, he had opted into a more strategic course. One that would prove to be much more beneficial to himself. He had allowed the Shadow Ball to be launched into….

BAM!!! The tree was struck by a powerful blow from the orb! It had already became evident that his goal was to create a distraction. And, well… It became quite a success! The intent was to take advantage of the Houndoom's blindness and bare sense of hearing. Thanks to the sound of the explosion, the trio would immediately snap their head towards its location. Their focus was completely lured into the Sylveon's bait, much like how a Magikarp would immediately bite into a Caterpie strapped onto a hook! Without a moment to lose, the two Houndooms would quickly bolt their way towards the tree. While on the other hand, the one-eyed Houndoom would take a much more slower pace to follow his siblings. It was as if he was intentionally lagging behind… And yet, he spoke nothing of it. Nor did he seem to be expressing any notable, diverted attention. The Sylveon, once seeing the foolish hounds heading towards the distracting direction, would finally have himself come down from the tree. Of course, setting himself at a careful and gentler pacing. After all, he still needs to avoid creating any additional sounds to attract any sort of attention to himself. It wouldn't be ideal to get caught now!

The Sylveon would grant the world his unsettling grin. A smile so wide, it spread from ear to ear and revealed the sharpest of teeth. This creature's disproportionate body would react rather joyous to this small act of success. By, well… Swaying his butt in a rhythmic manner and moving his hips from side to side, exuding a massive amount of confidence. Even his tail was getting all jiggy with it! The eyeball bouncing around as if there were no big deal! It genuinely gave him a shine of immense pleasure to easily deceive these Houndooms once more. As simple of a plan as it was, this still doesn't dissuade the Sylveon's utter proudness.

The female Houndoom howled in anger, as she pace around the broken tree. Furiously sniffing the ground near it, trying her damnest to see if she can capture the scent of their targets. "GRRRR, REVEAL YOURSELVES YOU COWARDS! YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO TURN YOURSELVES IN, PEACEFULLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN BRUTE FORCE!!"

The demanded sound would unfortunately fall into death's ears, as the Sylveon had far departed from the hound's location. Only a differing of words would be heard, moreso from the double-cheeked up Starly. The avian's piercing howls, sobbing about their home being destroyed from some uncivilized brute! How someone must pay for such unwarranted demolition!

Soon a transition to the story would shift towards a different creature. One who is located in the same forested area, but not as near to the location of the Houndooms.

"I-I… I don't understand… Why?" "I've looked and couldn't find any answers…" "..." "… I still don't know who, or what I even am…"

The tall amalgamation would clench his paws tightly. He appeared to be very troubled by the thoughts that is racing throughout his head. Uncertainty… Unresolved… Incomplete… "What if…" A moment of pause was brought into attention. His voice have befallen, becoming quieter and quieter. His inner emotion becoming a twisted knot. "… What if I'd never--".

SNAP

His focus had been snapped awake, bringing his attention back into reality. All because of the sudden sound of a cracked branch. One that sounded far too close to him… This would, however, prompt him to be grasped by the state of a feeling: Panicked. It made him felt fearful towards of what—or, more crucially, who—caused that noise. His face, paled in fright, as his fur stand on ends from the terrified sensation coursing throughout his body. In response, he would quickly turn to face towards the direction of the sound. Hindsight doesn't seem to be 20/20 for this taller creature, as he would immediately blabber nervously and loudly to whoever may have caused the sound.

"I-I, UH-- I DON'T TASTE GOOD! REALLY, I HAVE AWFUL FLAVORING! PLEASE! LET ME LIVE! IF YOU WANT, I'LL LEAVE! PLEASE, D-DON'T HURT ME! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" … It was at that moment, the mix-match abominable creature would fall deathly silent. Now taking realization of who the culprit was from behind the sound of the snapped branches. That being none other than this fabulously-slender and obviously the most handsome Sylveon!

"Yeesh. If it was this easy to get your fluff-dump to leave, I would of scared the living daylights out of you sooner, kekek~. Then again, it reeeeaaaallllllyyyyyy isn't that hard to make you scareder than a Wimpod, Vin~." Blink, blink, blink. 'Vin' had to blink several times, as his fears was washed away and perplexity had taken its place. He would open his mouth, wanting to question the Sylveon's whereabouts. "Sabor, wh--!!". And yet, he couldn't say anything further than a name. Why? well, it may be because Sabor, the Sylveon, would press both ribbons against the other's lips. Smothering his mouth, keeping him in a hush tone. "You really ought to lower those crusty kissers of yours, Vin~. I really wouldn't want to see either of those boot-licking 'dooms rushing into our place, all because of your wimpy screams. You really need to have some sense of danger~." 'Vin' would stare at the Sylveon, his eyes widen in shock. Based on what information was brought to him, he wished that he could be in disbelief. Hoping to not believe that this disheartening day has finally come. Sure, he wasn't oblivious from the fact that such a day were to come, where the Houndooms would make mark of their location. Undoubtedly, considering that the time of their encounter has exceeded its duration. But 'Vin' emotionally held onto that string of hope. The potential possibility that maybe, just maybe, that the hounds would never make an appearance. That the duo could finally be at peace and no longer could they run from what they avoid. To live a life of normalcy. 'Vin' would softly brush Sabor's ribbons away from his mouth, as he spoke in a rather discouraged tone. "No… They couldn't- shouldn't… Why… W-Why now?…". His head droop like a hanged curtain. Sabor would only wave his paw in a very dismissive manner. He would use one of his ribbon to flick itself onto 'Vin' horn. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I know you love this place and all, Vincent. But it's better we get our asses out as soon as we can, before dumb, dumber, and dumbest finds us. I'm not going to stick around and get my ass captured by those rotten flee bags." In truth, Sabor had never felt appealed to take residence in this particular area. It simply just wasn't as ideal as the previous landmarks they've temporarily lived at. So if anything, this was a masked opportunity that had to be seized.

Vincent head would arose. While wishing to speak more of this topic, his eyes seem to have taken notice of something else. Something-- Or moreso SOMEONE, whom stood behind Sabor… Alarmed, Vincent would point towards Sabor. Pointing towards you. " S… Sabor… Who are they?". His tone a little shaken, as he had never expected to see another. The Sylveon's tail would in a flash face its direction towards you, to have its watchful eyes wield a piercing gaze directly AT you. Straight away, Sabor would pull his ribbons away from Vincent. The ribbons would wrap around the air, as sparks of flames begun to emit onto them. It was starting to begin to create shape. Taking form of a curved, sharp blade. A scythe of the sort, engulf into nothing but pure fire. He was manipulating his next set of skill, making it be more weapon-like. This move is known as Mystical Fire.

"T... They don't look like one of them. I think they're friendly...". His words paused for a good moment. Vincent was taking into realization that he doesn't quite have a full grasp of whether or not the being in front of them could possibly have any ill-motives. This caused him to back track a little. "O-Or at least, don't look like someone who would hunt us down like those guys. I, um, r-really don't think you should attack them."

"... Sometimes I think your 'pacifism' will be the death of you someday, dude. You really are a word-to-word textbook definition of a boner killer. Really killing the murder-this-totally-not-so-suspicious-stranger mood here~." Sabor would lower the flaming scythe, letting the flames dissipate into nothingness. However, the Sylveon will remain alerted and held his guard up towards you.

~{ The duo is now available for asks! }~

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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi approaches Vincent as she is a bit shocked when she sees a part of multiple Pokémon around him.

"WHOA! I haven't seen a mon like you before! Honestly it's very rare to see that ya have some parts from more that two or even three species. Anyways, why are you like that anyway?"

She might doesn't know that Vincent might not remember why's he like that.

"I, um... A-Am really not sure myself." His tone sounded disappointed. Vincent had desire to learn the same himself. "It's an answer that I wish to know too." The larger creature pupils would wander away. His gaze pulled to the side, escaping itself from the Midnight Lycanroc sight. He would continue to speak, wanting to both be heard and to bring light of additional information. "All I could really say is that this... This body... I feel like that I don't belong in it... How it doesn't feel that it is mine. But I don't know. I don't remember anything before I woke up. It's why I, well, really n-need to know the truth... B-But I fear that maybe only the white coats know."

{ Answer for @aro-pokeverse / @ask-the-shiny-pokemons }

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Introductory

The sun would bestow upon this land it's beloved warmth, finally beginning a full start of a new day! The local wild Pokémon would go about their merry way throughout this verdant forest, all the while the Swablus sung in complete harmonic unison. Everything appears to be in a state of perfect tranquility. … Or so one would have assumed.

An odd-colored Scatterbug had grown rather inquisitive about what she had stumbled upon. A metallic device of the sort. But of what purpose does it hold? It doesn't quite appear to hold any beneficial use, as it seems to be way beyond repair and had seem to have already fallen into the grasp's of mother nature. Because of it's fallen structure, it would likely stray the attention of others. At best, many would simply assume that it is nothing more than mere junk. But… If it were to had landed to the eyes of the right Pokémon… Or, in this particular case, a snout--

The Scatterbug shuddered in sheer terror. Her movement fallen completely paralyzed at the sight of someone's muzzle just barging ever so near within her vicinity. The insect felt endangered. Consumed into the assumption that this may be her end. However, despite her fear, the larger Pokémon express zero interest towards her. Instead, they seem to be far more intent on the damaged device on the ground. Sniff… Sniff… They would take a few whiff at the piece of metal. Allowing the fragrance of another's scent to wave around inside their nostrils. Even though nature's aroma had lingered on this object for an unknown amount of time, it hadn't taken long for the canine's thoughts to click.

"-!! HIS SCENT HAS BEEN FOUND!" The canine would growl from beneath her breath, as she spoke. Although, she can't quite hide her words in hush-hush, when the increased amplitude of her tone is heavily audible for many to hear. "NOT A DOUBT THAT THE OTHER IS WITH S-047. BROTHERS, APPROACH! A LEAD HAS BEEN FOUND!". Her call being louder than a Whismur's cry. It wasn't long until two Houndooms would reveal themselves from beyond the luxuriant, grassy path. Though, it didn't particularly seemed like they were too far off from the female Houndoom's location. Nevertheless, they were here. Marking three not-so-welcoming looking hounds in this territory.

The one leaning to the western direction would salivate, as he laughs maniacally. While the other in the eastern side would retain his silence, as the flames wisp through from side to side of his jaw. The lead Houndoom would only growl in a rather overreacted, yet unprovoked irritation. Her voice would explode in volume once more, this time her tone shifting to a sound that is of a mixture between authoritarian and belligerence. Much to the displeasure of the brothers. "CHOP, CHOP, WE HAVE TO LOCATE AT A NINJASK'S PACE! NOT AFTER BREAKFAST, NOT LATER— WE HAVE TO FIND THEM, NOW! WE CANNOT LET THEM OUT FROM THE GRIP OF OUR CLAWS AGAIN! THE MORE TIME WE WASTE, THE GREATER THE OPPORTUNITY ARISES FOR THOSE TWO LESSERS TO ESCAPE!" "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Silence. Neither of the brotherly duo have chosen to answer her. "I SAID: DO… I… MAKE… MYSELF… CLEAR?!!" The female Houndoom repeated herself. Beginning to sound increasingly irritable through her voice. It had taken but a very brief moment before the two-eyed brother would widely open his jaws and spoke out. "MMMMMM I THINK NES WOULD SUFFICE! A NO, A YES, A NES! GRAHAHAHA!!" He boomed in absolute laughter at his not-so-funny joke. "… YOU ARE AN IDIOTIC DUNCE! DON'T WASTE MY TIME WITH YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT OF HUMOR."

Unbeknownst to the trio…

--They were being closely watched by someone from above the trees.

His tail would sway back and forth, as he was not-so-secretly showing the fact that he seemed a little too delightfully chipper at the sight. "It really took these three stooges loooooonnnnnnggggg to arrive here. I was starting to feel pretty bored of not seeing any of their flee-riddle-piss-gobblin' selves, kekeke~." As amused as this slender Sylveon sounded, it became rather short-lived as a smidge of disappointment had settled in. Already he holds full awareness that a particular someone would shrivel in sadness that they have to leave their current 'home'. Something that he doesn't particular look forward to seeing…. Again.

However, before this 'wimp' individual could be informed of such news, the Sylveon had needed to carry out a plan first. Most considering that it does hold importance to the current predicament at hand. That problem being the involvement of the Houndooms that is directly below him. The slender Sylveon would raise up a paw, nearing chin-length. A grim fog would gather around from the very central part of his paw-pad, appearing the same moment that his arm was halted in motion. Soon, the mist appearance would be more of a spherical shape. It was radiating harsh, ominous energy as its form was appearing more and more like a shadowy blob. The elemental skill that he is casting upon is known as none other than Shadow Ball.

When the Ghost-type skill had fully materialized, the Sylveon had seized this chance to thrust his paw forward. Unleashing a dark, powerful orb of ominous energy. However… It would appear that the target of his attack wasn't aimed towards the location of any of the Houndooms. Oh, no, no, no. This Sylveon is quite well aware that a Pokemon like these hounds are not vulnerable against this particular attack. After all, Ghost is ineffective against Dark types. So, he had opted into a more strategic course. One that would prove to be much more beneficial to himself. He had allowed the Shadow Ball to be launched into….

BAM!!! The tree was struck by a powerful blow from the orb! It had already became evident that his goal was to create a distraction. And, well… It became quite a success! The intent was to take advantage of the Houndoom's blindness and bare sense of hearing. Thanks to the sound of the explosion, the trio would immediately snap their head towards its location. Their focus was completely lured into the Sylveon's bait, much like how a Magikarp would immediately bite into a Caterpie strapped onto a hook! Without a moment to lose, the two Houndooms would quickly bolt their way towards the tree. While on the other hand, the one-eyed Houndoom would take a much more slower pace to follow his siblings. It was as if he was intentionally lagging behind… And yet, he spoke nothing of it. Nor did he seem to be expressing any notable, diverted attention. The Sylveon, once seeing the foolish hounds heading towards the distracting direction, would finally have himself come down from the tree. Of course, setting himself at a careful and gentler pacing. After all, he still needs to avoid creating any additional sounds to attract any sort of attention to himself. It wouldn't be ideal to get caught now!

The Sylveon would grant the world his unsettling grin. A smile so wide, it spread from ear to ear and revealed the sharpest of teeth. This creature's disproportionate body would react rather joyous to this small act of success. By, well… Swaying his butt in a rhythmic manner and moving his hips from side to side, exuding a massive amount of confidence. Even his tail was getting all jiggy with it! The eyeball bouncing around as if there were no big deal! It genuinely gave him a shine of immense pleasure to easily deceive these Houndooms once more. As simple of a plan as it was, this still doesn't dissuade the Sylveon's utter proudness.

The female Houndoom howled in anger, as she pace around the broken tree. Furiously sniffing the ground near it, trying her damnest to see if she can capture the scent of their targets. "GRRRR, REVEAL YOURSELVES YOU COWARDS! YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO TURN YOURSELVES IN, PEACEFULLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN BRUTE FORCE!!"

The demanded sound would unfortunately fall into death's ears, as the Sylveon had far departed from the hound's location. Only a differing of words would be heard, moreso from the double-cheeked up Starly. The avian's piercing howls, sobbing about their home being destroyed from some uncivilized brute! How someone must pay for such unwarranted demolition!

Soon a transition to the story would shift towards a different creature. One who is located in the same forested area, but not as near to the location of the Houndooms.

"I-I… I don't understand… Why?" "I've looked and couldn't find any answers…" "..." "… I still don't know who, or what I even am…"

The tall amalgamation would clench his paws tightly. He appeared to be very troubled by the thoughts that is racing throughout his head. Uncertainty… Unresolved… Incomplete… "What if…" A moment of pause was brought into attention. His voice have befallen, becoming quieter and quieter. His inner emotion becoming a twisted knot. "… What if I'd never--".

SNAP

His focus had been snapped awake, bringing his attention back into reality. All because of the sudden sound of a cracked branch. One that sounded far too close to him… This would, however, prompt him to be grasped by the state of a feeling: Panicked. It made him felt fearful towards of what—or, more crucially, who—caused that noise. His face, paled in fright, as his fur stand on ends from the terrified sensation coursing throughout his body. In response, he would quickly turn to face towards the direction of the sound. Hindsight doesn't seem to be 20/20 for this taller creature, as he would immediately blabber nervously and loudly to whoever may have caused the sound.

"I-I, UH-- I DON'T TASTE GOOD! REALLY, I HAVE AWFUL FLAVORING! PLEASE! LET ME LIVE! IF YOU WANT, I'LL LEAVE! PLEASE, D-DON'T HURT ME! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" … It was at that moment, the mix-match abominable creature would fall deathly silent. Now taking realization of who the culprit was from behind the sound of the snapped branches. That being none other than this fabulously-slender and obviously the most handsome Sylveon!

"Yeesh. If it was this easy to get your fluff-dump to leave, I would of scared the living daylights out of you sooner, kekek~. Then again, it reeeeaaaallllllyyyyyy isn't that hard to make you scareder than a Wimpod, Vin~." Blink, blink, blink. 'Vin' had to blink several times, as his fears was washed away and perplexity had taken its place. He would open his mouth, wanting to question the Sylveon's whereabouts. "Sabor, wh--!!". And yet, he couldn't say anything further than a name. Why? well, it may be because Sabor, the Sylveon, would press both ribbons against the other's lips. Smothering his mouth, keeping him in a hush tone. "You really ought to lower those crusty kissers of yours, Vin~. I really wouldn't want to see either of those boot-licking 'dooms rushing into our place, all because of your wimpy screams. You really need to have some sense of danger~." 'Vin' would stare at the Sylveon, his eyes widen in shock. Based on what information was brought to him, he wished that he could be in disbelief. Hoping to not believe that this disheartening day has finally come. Sure, he wasn't oblivious from the fact that such a day were to come, where the Houndooms would make mark of their location. Undoubtedly, considering that the time of their encounter has exceeded its duration. But 'Vin' emotionally held onto that string of hope. The potential possibility that maybe, just maybe, that the hounds would never make an appearance. That the duo could finally be at peace and no longer could they run from what they avoid. To live a life of normalcy. 'Vin' would softly brush Sabor's ribbons away from his mouth, as he spoke in a rather discouraged tone. "No… They couldn't- shouldn't… Why… W-Why now?…". His head droop like a hanged curtain. Sabor would only wave his paw in a very dismissive manner. He would use one of his ribbon to flick itself onto 'Vin' horn. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I know you love this place and all, Vincent. But it's better we get our asses out as soon as we can, before dumb, dumber, and dumbest finds us. I'm not going to stick around and get my ass captured by those rotten flee bags." In truth, Sabor had never felt appealed to take residence in this particular area. It simply just wasn't as ideal as the previous landmarks they've temporarily lived at. So if anything, this was a masked opportunity that had to be seized.

Vincent head would arose. While wishing to speak more of this topic, his eyes seem to have taken notice of something else. Something-- Or moreso SOMEONE, whom stood behind Sabor… Alarmed, Vincent would point towards Sabor. Pointing towards you. " S… Sabor… Who are they?". His tone a little shaken, as he had never expected to see another. The Sylveon's tail would in a flash face its direction towards you, to have its watchful eyes wield a piercing gaze directly AT you. Straight away, Sabor would pull his ribbons away from Vincent. The ribbons would wrap around the air, as sparks of flames begun to emit onto them. It was starting to begin to create shape. Taking form of a curved, sharp blade. A scythe of the sort, engulf into nothing but pure fire. He was manipulating his next set of skill, making it be more weapon-like. This move is known as Mystical Fire.

"T... They don't look like one of them. I think they're friendly...". His words paused for a good moment. Vincent was taking into realization that he doesn't quite have a full grasp of whether or not the being in front of them could possibly have any ill-motives. This caused him to back track a little. "O-Or at least, don't look like someone who would hunt us down like those guys. I, um, r-really don't think you should attack them."

"... Sometimes I think your 'pacifism' will be the death of you someday, dude. You really are a word-to-word textbook definition of a boner killer. Really killing the murder-this-totally-not-so-suspicious-stranger mood here~." Sabor would lower the flaming scythe, letting the flames dissipate into nothingness. However, the Sylveon will remain alerted and held his guard up towards you.

~{ The duo is now available for asks! }~