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“ Aw yeah, sweet, ‘at’s where it went!! ”     Kris enjoyed rooting around in autumn leaves perhaps a little more than most others, but she had other things to be doing — so the less time spent trying to recover a capture, the better. She stood up, slapped the grime from her knees, and began towards the stranger with a sloppy grin.     “ Here, toss it, I’ll catch! ”

(A snarl? Contempt? Any such indications of his mood went ignored — or perhaps unnoticed.)

N did not make any motion to throw the Quick Ball as he was told, nor did he make to flee or come closer. He stood his ground, ball still in hand, studying it with narrowed eyes.

“I’ve seen this model of Poke Ball before,” he said suddenly. The words rolled almost unintelligibly quick off his tongue, without pause or hesitation. “The algorithm it uses-- The odds of a successful capture depend solely on the duration of an encounter. In other words, it works best when the Pokemon has first crossed paths with a human, when its guard is down-- when it is least expecting to be attacked. It is given no chance to properly assess the situation before it is locked away, unable to escape...”

Finally, he looked up, fixing Kris with a stony-eyed stare.

“It’s a wretched invention-- a device of cruelty. I can see it as nothing else.” He held it up-- out of reach-- for her to see. “Why should I return it to you?”

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Someone’s here, Kells realizes, movement above the water’s surface catching their eye. Clutching a fistful of smooth pebbles, they ride the current to where the river slowed nearly to a standstill, trying to get a better look at the stranger– person-shaped, with lots of green.

Swimmer, bather, fisher? Let’s find out.

Kells kicks off a rock towards the shallows and surfaces with a puff. Shaking and blinking the water out of their hair and eyes, they stand to face the visitor, and then it’s their turn to light up with recognition.

“N!” Dropping their collection, Kells practically trips over themself as they rush up the riverbank to greet their friend. “It’s so good to see you! How’ve you been?”

Pleased at being greeted so amicably, N beams. “It’s good to see you as well! I’ve been faring well enough. But...” His face falls, brow furrowing in sudden concern. “What about you? I hoped you would have found your way home by now.”

Of course he’s always happy to see a friend-- and yet, at the same time, the sight of Kells is troubling.

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Then, there’s the simple fact that I was born this way In such a taut assemblation of mistakes And don’t you misjudge what I’m capable of If I’m heir to a broken will I’ll fall

the dear hunter || look away

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Hey, N...have you ever heard of a thing called "eating ass"?

None of the possible meanings that immediately come to mind are particularly pleasant. He squints.

“Are you trying to make a fool of me?”

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Is the ex-king a Twunk™?

Ex-king… They must mean him.

“I don’t know. What’s that?”

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@aspearbarry

Perched upon a tree stump and looking not unlike a moss-covered gargoyle, N stared, and was eerily silent. His eyes, neutral gray but holding a probing intensity that was almost unnerving to look at, were unblinking. Across from him was an Infernape, which stared back with matching intensity. The two appeared to be locked in the staring contest to end all staring contests.

How they ended up in this situation was anyone’s guess-- but, eventually, N spoke with a smile to ease the tension.

“You’re very good at this game, my friend!” And what a strange and moderately horrifying game it was. For many of the wild Pokemon he’d known, such prolonged eye contact would surely be considered a threat-- a promise of harm rather than a test of endurance. Not so for Chunky the Infernape, it seemed. “My eyes hurt terribly!”

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@fireredrules

“You have many scars.”

The observation is made plainly, with nothing in his voice but the purest curiosity. His eyes trace each blemish he can see on Red’s skin, carefully counting them, apparently caring not that he might be prying when he asks:

“Will you tell me how you got them?”

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@pxgtails

“Is this yours?”

So asked the man that had emerged from the brush, Quick Ball clutched in hand and words snarled in contempt.

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@placeholderforkells

N had only just begun to peel off his turtleneck when he spotted something lurking beneath the surface of the water. This was nothing unusual, of course; the forests were home not just to him, but to countless Pokemon. He considered politely taking his leave and going elsewhere to bathe, but lingered, tilting his head and squinting, for just a few moments too long.

The shape-- a dark and spindly creature with a long, scraggly mane-- darted about at such a speed that he couldn’t tell for certain what it was until it had already come so close as to be upon him. There it emerged and stood, and he saw hiding beneath the mop of sopping brown curls none other than--

“-- Kells?” His eyes and face lit up belatedly with recognition. “You startled me! Hello.”

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ok little liberators i’m just gonna go right in--

mutuals like this post for a starter maybe?!?!

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i bet he really needs a bath now

been back for all of 5 seconds and you’re already dragging him

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Fork paused mid-stride, turned around, and slowly began to creep back toward N. So the trainer was a nice human. Maybe Fork could complete the dare after all? But it wasn’t actually hungry so taking the Pecha berry piece would be mean. 

It stared at the offered food. Oh, so this was one of those “mor-al dih-lem-uhs” Crane sometimes talked about! Well, Fork’s answer was obvious. It didn’t want to be mean. 

With a small shake of its head Fork refused but still sat next to N. It’d be uh, “impolite” (yeah that was the word Crane and Lovelace like use) to run away again. And Fork was a little tired. Transforming and running were hard.

All the while, N stayed silent and kept the food offered out, patiently waiting for the Ditto to make its decision. Eventually, it came back to sit with him, but didn’t take the food. He gave a questioning tilt of his head.

“Not hungry?” After a pause, he smiled. “Okay, then.”

He took a bite of the berry himself. Chewed, swallowed.

“You know, it’s not often I encounter members of your species...” One of the few times he had, the Ditto had been trying to kill him. It was not its own fault, of course, and rather that of the awful human giving it orders, but he was loathe to associate such an unpleasant experience with the Pokemon. This experience was already much better. “In all my travels, I’ve never had the chance to really speak to one. Tell me, friend, are you wild? Or did you come here with a trainer?”

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themaryiestsuetoeversue:

[”I told you it was a Ralts.”] If N thought she wasn’t going to keep tabs on the egg after learning what was inside it - 

Sadly, Poppy would never be up this early, especially not on a day off, but with her hectic work schedule and new experimental distancing, she’d agreed to let Noir be the one to take the ghosts out that night while Munmun, cat and bird stayed in. Let them deal with the dropping temperatures.

Needless to say, Noir hadn’t actually gone to bed yet but who needed sleep when there was a Ralts to welcome into the world? The Ghost duo were sluggishly floating into any patches of shade they could find, while Noir was satisfied they were old enough to at least know to avoid direct sunlight, and went to approach the Ralts. 

Somehow, N was not at all surprised to find Noir suddenly there. He gave a chuckle. “You did. And evidently, you were right!”

Euclid was already busy acquainting himself with the audience gathered around him. There were so many things! Just as N had told him when he was still inside his egg. Zoroark’s nose got a pat, as did one of N’s many bracelets.

“Others,” he said. “A lot of. Others.”

“Is it too much for you?” N asked, suddenly concerned.

“No.”

The Ralts was quite enjoying himself, really. Not once did he let go of N’s finger, but as Noir approached, he lifted his head to peer curiously up at her, mouth curving into something like a smile. Instantly, there was an instinctual spark of kinship and a dim sense of familiarity, though he couldn’t place who this Pokemon was.

“Hello... Hello, who are you?”

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N perked up, rising from his spot on the ground; the Leafeon and Glaceon he’d apparently been playing with clambered off him. Judging by the state of his clothes and hair, as well as the slight breathiness to his words, their game had been going on for some time.

“Ah, hello, Cheren! Hello to you as well, Bun-Bun!”

That certainly was a lot of boxes. N approached with the pair of vulpine Pokemon close at his heels, his hands raised awkwardly in preparation to help. As Cheren informed him of what the packages were, N paused, eyes wide.

“For me? Really?”

His face lit up with a smile, but only for a moment.

“Hm... If they’re from Santa Claus, why are you carrying them?”

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“Hey, N,” said Cheren, as casually as he could while encumbered with several small, immaculately-wrapped packages. Bun-Bun was helping him carry a few, despite his insistence that he could carry them all himself. They weren’t heavy… just plentiful.

“A few deliveries from Santa Claus for you.”

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wait ur finally on which means i can have cheren give n his christmas gifts... theyre really good))

okay but can they top the “HOT FOR TEACHER” boxers N got Cheren that one year