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[plentyzone]

I tried coming back out of retirement as a writer, but I don't really think this scene is for me anymore. I've never really made many friends here, and it feels like a constant uphill battle of trying to appeal to everyone's interests so they'll like me / my writing. It just... doesn't feel good. I don't really know how to put it in any way other than that. I'm not having fun anymore.

I hate that I'm quitting in the middle of like, a trillion plots/events I've been planning, it feels like I'm just flipping the table out of nowhere and leaving. But... why put in so much effort when it doesn't feel good anymore? When it feels like my value as a person is decided by what I can provide, and how often? Someone else will fill in the void, I'm sure.

Sayonara, and thanks for the good times I did have.

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Sniff sniff. Sneef snoff snaff.

Now, what exactly is this battle-damaged, middle-aged Typhlosion doing all the way out in the Ilex Forest? Well, besides sniffing around for clues on who was trashing the shrine in the middle of the woods. Her trainer's off somewhere nearby, so it's not like she's alone anyway... which is good news when she picks up the scent of a Pokémon who is seven generations later than her.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Noa snorts as she stands to Lady Verona V. Valentina the Third. Good thing Gold's psychic, this thread would've been a lot more annoying to write otherwise.

"You haven't happened to have seen anyone suspicious nearby, have you? The boy and I are coming up on loose ends." She turns back to nod at her trainer, which...

Hey, Ronnie-- Can I call you Ronnie? Isn't that that weird ex-human from the lab table?

'Ronnie' sounds like a deeply disappointing and inadequate name to her for some reason she can't quite place, so unfortunately no.

"Why, yes... I HAVE, as a mat~ter of fact~!" Strut, strut, strut. Legs crossed gracefully as the feline circled the Pokemon like a model on the runway, human speech on full arrogant display as her eyes darted about her environment, memorizing her leafy-green surroundings diligently—and noting the Trainer's approach.

"You may refer to me as Lady Verona V. Valentina the Third... or more fittingly for such a third-rate Trainer and his fourth-rate Pokemon, Your Highness. Allow me to set the stage for you, my LOVELY au~di~ence~!" A snap of her digits, and one of her carefully-concealed flower buds launches into the air, bursting into a spectacular beam of light not unlike that of a spotlight.

"The world I come from had quite the concerning intruder, so I was sent to find the culprit... out of quite a small list of suspects, too." Two more slow, methodical steps. "Then, it just so happens that one of those suspects waltzes up to me, his Pokemon conveniently attempting to question me with what I can only imagine is feigned ig~nor~ance! My-oh-my~!"

Eyes trailed over toward the young Trainer, narrowing. How many Badges do you have...? And more importantly, how many team members.

"My dear little limbless friend, my dear little cap~tive to humankind... You both REEK of oth~er~world~ly travel!" And... stale breadcrumbs...? No matter. A paw outstretched, waggling a finger at them tauntingly. Though the circling may have been seen as a simple act of stimulation to the human, in the eyes and body language of another Pokemon, however... this was a declaration of battle. Before the others could even begin to argue their case, another SNAP of her fingers filled the air between her words.

"I'll hear no treacherous lies from the beautifully-deceptive maws of villainy."

Eyes darted toward Gold's ever-loyal partner-in-battle, the razor-sharp precision of her glare slicing through the thick air.

"Take the lead in this dance before I take it for you, madam. Fair warning, however... I am quite good at what I do."

[plentyzone]

collect them all ! !

[plentyzone]

" Before International Women's Day ends, who want me. " I expect 50,000,000,000 love letters, stat. I don't care if I haven't met any of your muses yet, make them love me.

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" Refresh yourself with a nice, well-timed Joke! Turn those Negatives into positives! "

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Another day on the job, another day of slithering through the air vents. At least, that WOULD be the case for me, if this building wasn't so damn janky. Seriously, these are the FLIMSIEST vents I've ever seen! And what's with all the duct tape... I guess I should have seen it coming, one of the panels giving way like cheap cardboard, leaving me flat on my ass in front of...

@thebananwithaplan

oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. I forgot the dancing banana guy's name. Play it cool, ██████. Play it cool.

"Oh. Uh. Hey... bossman. I'm the new hire. Queen?" A nervous laugh as my optical organ glances upward at the source of my awkward misery, the missing air vent panel. Well, my best attempt at a laugh, at least. I'm still not too good with unfamiliar emotions. Unfortunate that most creatures still know what anxiety is. "They put me on your tech team because I know computers... But I think I'd do better in security." That audio console lit ITSELF on fire.

"The studio's air vents, uh... could maybe use some looking at. They're kind of... not good?" I'm not that heavy. I know I eat like twenty times my own weight in a day, but c'mon, I'm only like, 2-3 feet tall in this form. "Definitely not up to code...?"

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Ah, this shit again.

More night terrors, more monstrous entities to gun down. While such a thing was normally his forte, the demons in his dreams seemed to cause a much greater threat than the ones in his reality. They always took something from him. An arm, an eye, perhaps a loved one... there was always a cost, though never something as meaningless as money or status.

And yet, while he twirled his trusty guns, hoping that this encounter proves less grievous... nothing arrived. No beasts, no demons, no aliens... only the looming darkness, and the fog that filled it. He remained fully alert nonetheless, attention drawn toward slow, methodical footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap...

Something weighed heavily upon his heart, no... his soul. He'd dealt with many an entity of the paranormal sort in the past, but this presence felt... suffocating. And yet, at the same time... comforting. A feeling he hadn't known in quite a while, one that not even all of the meds, water, and proper sleep in the world could bring him. A sharp, ragged inhale as he steeled himself for what was to come, the unfamiliar sense of comfort only bringing an unease that quickly overtook it.

" ...What the hell are ya, and whaddya want. "

" ...I simply desire that which you do, Pico. A sense of peace. A calm that only arrives AFTER the storm, and a world where disaster may be undone. I hope you do not mind, I've already had the beast of this nightmare slain in order to give us time to speak. "

" . . . "

" I'm listenin'. Make it quick b'fore my trigger finger twitches. "

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Burnout's a motherfucker.

Tired eyes slowly moved toward the sounds of his phone ringing and vibrating, his laptop still on and open at his bed, the video that had been looping for roughly 14 hours still going strong, competing for dominance with the alarm. Slowly dragging himself across the king-size mattress that rest securely on the floor, he shoved aside a backpack full of hundred dollar bills to reach for his apple-green source of annoyance.

Ah yes, his 8 PM alarm to take his meds. He should ACTUALLY take them this time. Maybe then his dumb ass will finally stop having so many night terrors.

A slow, dehydrated blink as his eyes adjusted to the screen, naturally at maximum brightness. Looks like he has a bunch of notifications too, he notes as he immediately swipes away a message from Darnell that simply reads 'hop on league', followed by another from Cassandra that seemed to be a massive wall of 'KYS', repeated several thousand times. Been a few days since she's sent him one of those, he was getting worried. Looks like Nene got another new phone too, because she was messaging him from a new, unblocked number.

Finally, his eyes settled on roughly 18 message notifications, ALL from none other than BF. Looks like he got lost in the sauce.

A small smile slowly creeps up on his face, speaking out to nobody in particular.

" Dude's yearning for me bad. "

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Turning this hiccup in my activity into a longer break, irl stress has had me constantly 0.2 milliseconds from having an utter nuclear meltdown on a regular basis. I don't get like this normally, so that's probably not a good sign.

[plentyzone]

Really gonna need you guys to, like. Send me your energy like Goku's Spirit Bomb, because I swear EVERY time I go to write this past week or two, an event happens IRL.

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Continued from here! @tetramulti

Th. That was ALSO humanspeak? Was this Pokemon also from the Distortion World!? No, that couldn't be. After all, She was a bit of a unique case Herself...

An annoyed look was shot toward the lavender-haired human for a mere split-second that would be all-too-quick to notice, the urge to insult him in human speech only outweighed by the possibility of a good meal. It sure beat having to scavenge for dried/overripe berries, random scraps that float in from other worlds, and Pokemon unfortunate enough to be a huntable size. A few slow, dramatic steps were taken as the two bickered, then a soft thud as the Pokemon fell to its knees, the back of Her paw shielding Her eyes.

" Meowscarada...! "

[ Oh, woe is me! To be trapped in a desolate land for many years, surviving off of mere scraps! Like a beau~tiful flower trapped in a drought, I'll SURE~LY wilt away if a noble and handsome man doesn't sweep my off my hind paws and provide me with sus~te~nance at once... Already, I feel my life force fading... ]

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" Great day for a Balatro run. "

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" I just don't quite see the appeal of today, if you ask me! It's just another day to celebrate that which is temporary. "

" Foolish, really. "

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" Four Jokers. "

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From within the chaotic, ever-shifting environment of the Distortion World, a pair of bright scarlet eyes were fixated on the world beyond. Scenes of a less-shattered world playing within the reflection of the small, muddy puddle that rested within this endless wasteland.

Scenes of an unusual Gardevoir, moving about multiple worlds at alarming speeds, leaving a path of endless death in his wake.

An odd creature that seems to have once been human, strapped to a table and experimented on.

A girl in her young adulthood, violently gripping her own face as it threatens to melt away. A boy of similar age, consumed by anger, vengeance, and regret.

A Pokemon that She'd only heard of in passing, the ultimate weapon, preparing to battle something that lurked in the shadows, seemingly hidden from her view.

A mythical being from beyond the stars, fast asleep.

The same Gardevoir from before, now communicating with... a Raticate?

Ugh, forget this mystical stuff, now She was hungry.

Regardless of who the culprit is, someone had been here without permission, and She was going to get to the bottom of this.

A snap of Her fingers, and a vivid blue portal ripped open in front of Her, illuminating the darkness of this barren world. Ah, to have this power all the time... at least the big... guy? girl? dragon...? Giratina. Luckily, Giratina had humored Her request to leave this world, and go examine the situation. She never could get a read on them...

Oh, but imagine the sights! The sounds! The actual, real food that doesn't need to be dried and preserved into rations! THE AUDIENCE!

Striking a heroic pose with Her hands on her hips, the next sounds out of the feline were not that of a Pokemon, but human speech.

" I have much work to do, it seems. No matter! There is NO~THING that the ILL~UST~RIOUS Lady Verona V. Valentina the Third cannot handle~! 💚 "

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Are you familiar with Piscis Antonius, Coraline? They're really invasive to Florida :(

" Yep! And that's EXACTLY why I'm here! They're awfully territorial and get into fights with the rest of the local wildlife. You can't even keep 'em in a tank without them blasting all the aquarium decor to teeny tiny bits! "

" Buuuuuut, the best part!? I hear they're GOOD EATIN'! So I got over here as fast as I could! "

She seemed hard at work, currently combining several ingredients into a small plastic jar... beetroot, hamburger, and gunpowder, with some tiny splashes of root beer, hot sauce, and vodka.