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Cannelle hesitates for a moment before approaching Delasol. "Hey," she says, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. "My connections say that you know Lenox..." She grimaces, and continues, "They also say that you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company. I don't know what happened, but... I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox." (@/teammaxvolume)

A young voice like that instinctively caused the dusknoir to look at the-

"She's like-"

Everything before the specter is aflame. In her left hand a young girl, and pancham cub likely less than 10. The cub is held over a portal, ready to fall through. Or cut, as shown by the remains of what was the severed head of her aunt. She is desperately struggling to escape.

My connections say that you know Lenox.

In between the desperate sobs and crying out for the cub's mom or dad, one name stands out.

"Len!"

The portal closes. The screams of the child are silenced, like a tape being stopped.

The dusknoir trembles. "How? How does this child know that name?"

...you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company.

Dropping the corpse of the dead child, Dela just looks down in horror at what she has done. This could not continue. Just kill Risa and go home. No one else needed to die unless they were attacked. All they had to do was-

Keep moving. These people are all connected to Risa. They are less than pokemon. They only exist for her ends. Their fear and despair are fake. Make Risa realize we know her deception.

A second wind gathers in the dusknoir. Her lover is right. These people in this village, this child, this hawlucha, are not real. Their lives only exist for Risa's benefit. What is one or two more?

Following Keenan's orders has done well for them thus far. They know best. They loved her when no human would love her again.

I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox.

Snapping back to the present, the former human looked back at the pancham. Tears formed in the dusknoirs eye. Why does this child know Lenox? Is this some punishment for her actions a decade ago.

"I...I don't...know. Lenox is..." the phantom could not take this anymore. She snuck into the ground and moved away as fast as she could from the cub.

Breathing felt hard. Her vision was blurring. Dela was desperately holding in her sobs. Being anywhere else was better than being there.

Apolly, who had been keeping her distance and was watching the entire time, disregarded the pancham and went to follow the trail of shadow.

(Delasol and Apolly are unavailable for asks)

@teammaxvolume

#(keep in mind the the tenses used in each part) #delasol the dusknoir #apolly the jirachi #plot #lana the pancham

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A Honest Update

Hello,

It has been a while since I have posted any kind of content. That has been for a number of reasons I want to be honest about what’s going on with me.

To get the lighter stuff out of the way, I’m not leaving blog as I still want to finish my final 2 arcs. Then, as a prelude to the final arc, I have something where all of the sides of a conflict will be available for a specific set of questions and then it may lead to a recruitment event where people can join multiple sides. You can ask me questions on this.

To get to that. I will be answering the one plot ask, one meme and reblog a bunch of stuff in the drafts.

On the Bio Ska I will start posting short stories of varying lengths. So please follow me over on @the-bio-ska

Now to the serious stuff.

So I will be putting a content warning here for the bottom half of the post. I know I do not put them on my posts because I mention in the pinned post what to expect on the blog, but this an update regarding where I have been lately and I do not want to blindside anyone in a non-plot post.

(CW Death, Suicidal Ideation)

From least severe to most severe I started ADHD medicine due to an inability to focus on non-work tasks. Any writing has been glacial due to both this and insane imposter syndrome.

I have ideas that I have but I never fall through on. I need to stop thinking it is okay for me not to write when due to feeling. To quote Dan Olson:

“…ambitions without actions are just fantasies.”

Having a constant state of paralysis has kept me from following through, getting further with either this blog or Bio-Ska short stories. Not helped by work crushing me down.

Going to more severe topics, my martial arts instructor, whom I have know since I was 6, was killed by a drunk driver out of nowhere. The week it happened everything was hell. While some anxieties I will not elaborate on were resolved, it was emotionally taxing and left me burnt out.

Finally, I have had constant bouts of suicidal thoughts for years and they only got worse this year.

Thankfully it has never ended with any violence against myself, however I describe my state as the thought cabinet ‘finger on the eject button’. It is miserable because it never stops, but there is enough self control that I cannot go through with it.

This is state me. I’m going to push myself to write whenever possible. If I can write this long update, need to put that towards the many projects. Thank you for your patience and for those behind the scenes I have spoken some of these topics, but not all of them.

#delete later

[askbohemiancompany]

A Honest Update

Hello,

It has been a while since I have posted any kind of content. That has been for a number of reasons I want to be honest about what’s going on with me.

To get the lighter stuff out of the way, I’m not leaving blog as I still want to finish my final 2 arcs. Then, as a prelude to the final arc, I have something where all of the sides of a conflict will be available for a specific set of questions and then it may lead to a recruitment event where people can join multiple sides. You can ask me questions on this.

To get to that. I will be answering the one plot ask, one meme and reblog a bunch of stuff in the drafts.

On the Bio Ska I will start posting short stories of varying lengths. So please follow me over on @the-bio-ska

Now to the serious stuff.

So I will be putting a content warning here for the bottom half of the post. I know I do not put them on my posts because I mention in the pinned post what to expect on the blog, but this an update regarding where I have been lately and I do not want to blindside anyone in a non-plot post.

(CW Death, Suicidal Ideation)

From least severe to most severe I started ADHD medicine due to an inability to focus on non-work tasks. Any writing has been glacial due to both this and insane imposter syndrome.

I have ideas that I have but I never fall through on. I need to stop thinking it is okay for me not to write when due to feeling. To quote Dan Olson:

“…ambitions without actions are just fantasies.”

Having a constant state of paralysis has kept me from following through, getting further with either this blog or Bio-Ska short stories. Not helped by work crushing me down.

Going to more severe topics, my martial arts instructor, whom I have know since I was 6, was killed by a drunk driver out of nowhere. The week it happened everything was hell. While some anxieties I will not elaborate on were resolved, it was emotionally taxing and left me burnt out.

Finally, I have had constant bouts of suicidal thoughts for years and they only got worse this year.

Thankfully it has never ended with any violence against myself, however I describe my state as the thought cabinet ‘finger on the eject button’. It is miserable because it never stops, but there is enough self control that I cannot go through with it.

This is state me. I’m going to push myself to write whenever possible. If I can write this long update, need to put that towards the many projects. Thank you for your patience and for those behind the scenes I have spoken some of these topics, but not all of them.

#ooc #status of the blog #cw death #cw sui ideation

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The egg has been misplaced, not abandoned, as suggested by the tracks and torn cloth. I am not going to raise a child, period. I am going to find its parents, and that will be the end of it.

Capital seems desperate for advice.

[ @askbohemiancompany / @ask-the-royal-absol / @connectedspace ]

#reply later #goddamn I love how you drew Apolly #apolly the jirachi

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Get back in the suit Len

Thanks again for doing this.

1st Anniversary Doodles #1

I'm still working on the drawpile as I compile other people's art. Actually I'm already done it and it's queued for later.

Meanwhile I'll post (mostly loosely) others characters drawings in their AROverse form and Rimi Club outfit.

Blogs are under the cut

@askthezeraora @pokege-ne-project @ask-eden @breed-station @ask-meowscarada @askbohemiancompany @fox-living-in-the-city @office-pokemons @askbookwormflareon @redolentgrove

#lenox the hawlucha #art!

[askbohemiancompany]

How about Lenox for the thing

I'll put the details under the cut but it's cameo time!!

Real simple call!! The basics would be, in an ask: - your blog - a character (and their trainer if there is one they battle with) - their moveset (if there are rotating moves, just 4 is fine) - which dragon they want to spar with

I'll try to get as many in as possible but I'm one person who works during the day, so if I miss someone don't take it personally! There's gonna be more chances for cameos soon ;)c

You're also welcome to send in a fully-fledged ask, but I will be VERY selective on which ones I do responses for.

See y'all out there c:

#delete later

[askbohemiancompany]

How about Lenox as my entrant.

500 Followers Celebration!

Wow! Thank you all so very, very much!! :D I never anticipated getting anywhere near this many people liking my silly little old criminals haha

To celebrate, I'm going to hold a giveaway!! I'm going to randomly select one person's OC and needle felt them into a doll! Kinda like these guys:

To Enter:

Reblog with the OC you'd like to see felted! Tell me a lil about em!

Humans, Pokemon, monsters, animals, etc are all fair game

(Please nothing with tons of little parts or sharp edges though, like Pineco)

Only one reblog/entry per person! Be fair please!

If you win, the doll will be mailed to you to keep, so you have to be okay with telling me a mailing address

Giveaway ends March 26 at 11:59 CST!

#ooc #delete later #signal boost #congrats again!

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Just letting you know I wrote this and this blog exists.

Molting

(POV Lenox)

I swear if Brittany has me carry all of those suitcases back down, I will ask for a transfer. I do not care how busy Freddy is.

The apartment Brittany has in New York is impressive. For a room she rents out to others, she definitely shows her wealth, if nothing else. A lot of paintings that consist of nothing but color; surrealist paintings that I get what it is depicting, but I still have to wonder, why? Some odd clock that is telling the time, but looks like a carjack bolted to a wall. 

I had to stand up to actually get a proper look at the time while I was laying down. Ms. DeBoin explained to me the meaning of the piece.

That’s by design! It is supposed to look like that! It symbolizes time being a difficult thing to keep track of, yet for all the time zones we find a way to keep track of it.

I’m starting to think she just bought a confusing looking clock and has to make up a justification for why she bought it.

Her TV looks like it is the most recent and high resolution version of the flat-screen. Aside from the bottom bar with the TV logo, the TV has no frame. I have not watched anything yet, but I’m curious if it will have an odd aspect ratio. 

Looking at the media shelf she has on the sides of the TV, it is surprisingly small for someone who tries to claim she is as media influenced as she is. I cannot see the full spines as the frame covers a third of it, but I see from some of the spines.

Eyes Without A Face which made sense given the poster she has, Phantom of the Pa, Kino’s Journey, Visions of Escafl, Revolutionary Girl Ut, Bound and finally Hedwig and the Angry. This only took up about half of the shelf space for her film collection. 

Her music collection is the polar opposite. Her shelves are full nearly to the brim aside from the bottom two shelves. I have not even heard of a lot of the bands on here and it would take hours to go through them all. I know she is going to make me listen to something later.

“Lenny! I need your help!”

I bolt up from the couch. The limited ways she could be hurt is low, but still, I have to make sure she is okay. Plus, it sounds like she is whining over something.

Upon opening the door, I see Brittany in a towel, but more importantly something is around her eye. Her eye looks almost swollen, a layer of clear skin clasping on her eyeball. It seems impossible for her to see out of. It looks almost merged to her eye. I have never seen anything like this. If this blinds her I will be in deep trouble. “We need to get to a hospital!” I grab her arm but she breaks my grip.

“No! We don’t have to go! This is just a bad molt. I just need you to do me a favor.” Reaching over to her bathroom sink, cosmetics spilled into, she hands me a pair of flat headed tweezers. “I just need you to pull off the skin using these tweezers.”

Skin?! That’s what this is? Her eyes molt? Is this due to that surgery that her father did to her? “Hold on! Why can’t you do it?!” 

“Every time I get the tweezers near my eyeball I get shaky and nervous. Now, please pull the center of my eye with the tweezers!”

Oh she gets nervous? What about me? Brittany is trusting me with her eye. If I screw up I could blind her. I cannot feel her pain, nor do I have any empath magic that could help.

Tenderly, I move the tweezers towards the slit in the molting skin. I figured it would be best to start from the corner so it would come cleanly off. Hopefully. My hand is stable due to my bio organic enhancements, but my heart is beating out of my chest. Going for the eyes is something I myself get nervous over. The mere idea of something piercing and cutting an eye shakes me to my core. I have never done this before. The most I have ever done was when I tried to remove my own contacts when I was 11.

Wait. Like contacts! I place the tweezers back on the counter. Brittany fidgets nervously, hearing what I did. “Len. What are you doing?”

“Just trust me on this.” I turn on the sink and wash my hands. From the mirror I can see Brittany opening her available eye to see what I am doing. She’s shaking, likely nervous as she does not know what to do. After barely drying my hands, I grab the good side of her face from her chin, so I can guide her head. The one good eye is dilating, meaning I need to keep this quick. With my other hand, I lightly scrape my middle finger against her eyeball.

I feel the wet clump of skin attach to my finger, slimy though it may be. I tenderly continued until the skin clasped around my finger. I look at her eyes and it looks like there is no damage. A bit red, watery and swollen, but it seems like she can see. My relief gave way to disgust once I realized I still had the skin. It feels slimy, but there was clearly texture. It felt like I was holding wet snake skin boots. Instinctively I flick it off into the toilet. Brittany gives me a horrified look.

“Were you raised in a barn!? Dammit, I cannot sell it now?”

Sell? She sells her skin sheds? I know that was a practice that dragons could do to make some quick money. But would anyone take some skin molts from a human? Wait, Brittany looks human again. I know her father performed extensive surgery on her to look human, so why did she still molt?

“I thought your father got all of your skin replaced. I just thought the scales under your eyes were just makeup.” Figured any time is as good as any to escort her back to the living room, but she struts past me doing that damned walk that makes her look like a model.

The pop star just shakes her head at me and laughs. “My father is a skin and muscle surgeon. He is not comfortable doing any work on eyes, teeth or ears.” She lifts her hair to reveal something I had never noticed with her. Instead of human, or even animal ears like you would find on a cambion, there were little holes on the side of her head. From what I can see, they were also molting, with whitish skin. “It is also why I keep my hair in this style at all times, so no one can see my ears. It’s…not something I like showing. The fact you assumed the scales under my eyes were make-up makes me feel better.”

For the first time since I took this job, Brittany is showing some vulnerability with me. Not a lot, but this is something. For all of her confidence over her new body she still has points of insecurity for her, which at least was something I should keep in mind. I hide one of my ears in my hands, gentle rubbing them.

“In fact, let me show you something,” Brittany went back to the bathroom. I hear something unzip, then I hear her footsteps again. I see a bag of skin? The contents of the bag looked like plastic inside another plastic bag. Except once I get one more good look at it, it’s scaly skin!

“Why do you have that?!”

“To sell them to a select group of people. I thought we were on the same page with that.” Brittany is using that sing-song tone from when we were driving up. “I sell them to people within my network. Connections with my production team, my dad. People suspect I shed to varying degrees since I went public with both my transition and my reversion into a human. I myself just do not like looking at them.”

“I know you aim to sell it. Just nasty is all,” something about what she said stood out. Having a network of someone with her status. "Is one of those people in New York?”

Brittany nods. “Agnes Utgar-Hagen is my main doctor. I give her clumps of my skin for study and depending on how much skin clumps I give her, I can get 40 dollars for every 6 inches.”

40 dollars? That still mattered to a millionaire? I just shrug. Whatever she wants to do with her skin is up to her. “You know what. I don’t even want to hear more than that. This topic is getting too gross for me.” If she kept going, I can only imagine what she will mention. What if she sells other excrement to some weirdo who needs it for 'magical studies'?

“True true~! By the way,” Brittany approaches me meekly, reaching her hand out to try and grab my hand, only to stop herself. “May I see your hands please?” My hands? I’m grateful for the topic change, but why my hands? A better description of them is closer to claws, so says Freddy.

“Your hands just feel nice. I assumed under your energy claws they would be gnarled and gross, but you take good care of your hands. I just want to look at them again.”

Oh my god! Why is she doing this? She’s probably lying about finding my hands feeling soft. This is just her trying to mess with me again. My guess, she wants to get a look at as many things with my body she can mock. If she thinks that I don’t know her reputation as a shit stirrer, she will be in for a rude awakening.

“N-no Ms. DeBoin! I believe that is not necessary. I believe I have helped you so I will leave you to get…dressed.” Oh. Right. Brittany is in a towel. Needing to get out of there, I shut her door as fast as I could without slamming it. I really hope she does not report this to Freddy.

Brittany is laughing as she goes back to the bathroom. I just walk back to the couch and slump down. I’m already exhausted with having to deal with her antics. It’s not even a week yet. This is going to be a long job.

#delete later #bioska #bio-ska

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For meme: Rimi (@ask-the-shiny-pokemons), even if I'm barely know this game.

Weapon Name: Spirit of a Missing Singer

Johto Post Review Corner with Bobert Crisgo: Debut album of Virbank Baddies's debut album: AroHead.

While the riffs and bridges are solid and the vocals are strong; discordant production, tinny audio production and juvenile lyrics just makes it a dime a dozen post pop punk act.

Unova Times: March 19th XXXX: The Virbank Baddies open the tour for their platinum third album, Grip Crush.

“The new album just feels right! Everything is dynamic and sound is locked down! Of course, this tour is going to sell out," as said by one fan holding a Rimi cutout.

The Moon August 24th: Singer of Virbank Baddies, Rimi, coughs blood up on stage during tour of seventh album.

"When I heard her scream became a gargled whimper, I realized something was wrong," said Wil, a witness to the concert

Galar Gazette: Singer Missing a Spirit: A life post Virbank Baddies; I sat down with two of the founding members, Rimi and Noelle, and discussed the former's battle with throat cancer.

Rimi: My voice is getting better. I cannot hit the same pitch I could previously, but I am grateful that my bandmates are willing to work with me on our new direction and that I am in remission.

Weapon Description: Dual sided axe that has a guitar wire(actually piano) wire for a blade that can adjusted for strangling.

@aro-pokeverse

#This one was longer but still interesting to do #weapon story meme #nier automata weapon story meme #ooc #(also a lot happened in the previous weeks so that is why these took so long)

[askbohemiancompany]

Both of these got me thinking, and I wanted to follow up on both of these.

The Grohl and Pikavee one sounds like it has the most potential and can be simple. While Grohl has received character development and is no longer a timid mess, or clingy, he could try to give her pointers to help. The two could talk about their own insecurities. You are right, Grohl would be chill, but as she approaches the base, he would be cautious because Pikavee is huge. Plus he is the chief of security, he has to.

It could also be an opportunity to show what he can still do, even if he is on an IV. He would be able to display some of limited power with his security vines. Grohl might even try to see if she would not be opposed to being a business contact in case things go sour with Haines. If not as a fighter, someone who can at least protect the based should worse come to worse. Who knows, he might even disclose what he did to defect from Urami's group.

As for Jason/Weather and Hazel, I can see him humoring her, while also trying to get her on his side with genuine and false flattery/pleasantries. Jason would do the same as the above, except he has his own agenda, which he may try to sway Hazel towards, in tandem with Grohl advising the above.

💌 anyone of your choice from both our ends

Did a bit of reading rq so I can better paint a picture in my head. And I thought of one that I think would result in some fun interactions.

Off the top of my head, when I glimpsed Grohl's profile, it made me wonder how he and Pikavee would get on. So here's me fucking around with some ideas and finding out :P

My current rating: Pretty chill with one another. Might turn out to be healthy for both of them in the long run, best case scenario.

For starters, both were raised around humans and are unused to fending for themselves in the wild. Both are very, very, very hesitant fighters and fairly self-conscious.

Hell, the guy dislikes being by himself. Guess who else can be pretty clingy on my end? :D

So basically, the two would absolutely appreciate each other with time. The one thing I wonder is how it would be at the start. Pikavee has her quirks, aside literally being a giant, and her being relatively timid and scared of people.

My bet is that Grohl would be pretty patient about that and relatively chill? But that's me

That said, given the other quirks each of them have, with Grohl's abilities and then Pikavee's... qualities, we'll call it, I wonder if they'll freak each other out at least once in the course of things.

Oh and a bonus one that came to mind is Weather and Hazel. My guess? Probably besties. nwn

#response #ooc #potential rp ideas #these are great ideas you proposed BTW

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Inari for the weapon meme?

Weapon Name: IN-morphous

May 23/XXXX Dr. Neith

Our study of the subject we are calling Blue No3 is has great potential thus far. We have found it can mimic mega evolution we can duplicate this effect in other Pokémon.

June 27/XXXX Dr. Neith

A breakthrough has been achieved after many still borns. Blue No3 has indirectly yielded us subject SG-Violet using its DNA as a template. Studies will begin on child soon. Hopefully its DNA skews more towards mew than mewtwo.

August 1 /XXXX Dr. Neith

While SG-Violet’s power is formidable, the lack of malleability a failure. Management has instructed us dissect SG-Violet tomorrow.

August 2/XXXX

*Fatal Error 93U-749-9819-H. Black Box has gone off line*

Weapon Description: Liquid Metal autonomous unit. When hardened it becomes a light blue with yellow “nerves” to help hold its form.

@inaris-pokemon-world

#ooc #nier automata weapon meme

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I'd love a weapon story for Capital! :3

Weapon Name: Space Heavy

I am Misericordia; the embodiment of a one's compassion for others. Without me, you will not be able to show those you care about love, or create new bonds with your new flock.

I am Voluntas; the embodiment of one's volition. I control one's ability to exert their will on other and keep their own will in check. Without me, you cannot reflect on other's strength or your own flaws.

I am Intelligentia; the embodiment of one's intelligence. Without me, you cannot properly hone the knowledge you have to share, or act on it responsibly.

I am Capital. I am the sum of the whole, yet none at all. I reject all my personae to live as I am now. I am knowledge unchecked, beauty unbound and cruelty unleashed. I am free of pain and the burdens it has caused me. I need no flock as I am above them.

Description: A three part segmented two-pronged spear with gold rings showing the detachable points of the spear and a purple decoration of soft hair.

@askcapital

#ooc #nier automata weapon meme #meme

[askbohemiancompany]

I submit Snow for the meme

Weapon Name: Spring Snow

An eccentric, yet genius inventor made a robot assistant in the form of a fox. One to help keep the server room cool, as well as kill the rodents that would chew the wires. Often times, the inventor would allow their creation to run in the woods outside their house.

Word would spread around the village of a beautiful white fox that can leave a trail or ice and snow in its path. Many conspired to hunt it for killing their crops. Others, thinking their fur and corpse could be sold for money.

One day, the assistant had not returned home. The inventor went out to find their invention by following the trail of fresh snow. After following the path, their creation came into the view from a clearing. "Where have you been? What were you doing this whole time?"

The assistant then answered; "Handling the rodents." As the inventor got closer, frozen corpse parts lay scattered and shattered around them. Under the inventor's boot, laid a shattered piece of skull, eye frozen in its socket, skin and hair intact. The assistant grabbed it in its teeth, dragging it into the woods.

Description: Gauntlets with a liquid nitrogen sprayer and retractable claws, adorned with a fox engraving.

@ask-a-learning-ai

#ooc #meme #nier automata weapon meme

[askbohemiancompany]

Nier Automata Weapon memes

Go ahead and submit a character from your blog and I will write a weapon description like they are done in game.

Please know these will skew dark or melancholic, so if they are depressing or dark, do not be surprised.

#ooc #nier automata meme #delete later

[askbohemiancompany]

@askcapital Freddy is a certified babygirl. Jason is close though

#ooc #meme

[askbohemiancompany]

I appreciate the kind words! Yes I am absolutely down to collab sometime! I need to also go through your blog as well.

I’m down to chat more! I admit I can have times where I do not start conversations, I will at least try to follow up when I can.

Yeah I remember we spoke on the friend problem back then. I’m glad to see it seems to have gotten better for you. Those conversations can always be hard to have. So I get it.

Funny you mention the OC setting, I made a blog to archive everything here @the-bio-ska . I’m working on updated character profiles I will post soon, as well as small character bits I like.

♥️

I know I said "one more" that last one but like

It's you. How can I not? @w@

Jokes aside though, I still wanna properly binge-read your blog. Your characters and style of story-telling have seriously caught my interest. It's also been pretty neat seeing your collaborations with other blogs. Makes me curious about doing the same, at least in the art department.

I wished we talked more, in general. I've forgotten why exactly we started chatting those couple years ago, but it happened at the right time. I knew what I wanted to stand up for and such, but it really didn't match with my friend group back then at all. Things earnesty became pretty rocky on that end and I started to feel seriously, really lonely.

Those years were also among the roughest I've ever had in general. And getting to talk with you, even though it was mostly political stuff? I'm thankful for it.

Also! As someone that had previously been drafting an original work before I decided to try and "break out" through ask blogging and became distracted, I'm very eager to see more of yours!

Congrats on 1000 followers!!

#ooc #response #(I wanted to reply to this) #(seriously this made my day when this was posted)

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Lief @Apolly: "Say, that thingy you were in before you woke up. What was that?"

With his usual nosy face, he looked over the Jirachi.

This hybrid was interesting to put it mildly. Apolly almost mistook him for a celebi until they got a better look. Still, the question. Apolly needed to get back on track.

"Oh that. That is an alloy we are given to allow us steel types to heal from injuries. The other use is that it helps protect us if we come in on a violent landing," the jirachi wanted to try and do a demonstration, but they were struggling to think on a way to show it.

Perfect.

Needing to stop whatever this guy was going off about, Apolly flung some of the alloy she came in with. Instead of latching around like a symbiote, a sphere was forming around him. Underneath It All, a chair formed, allowing the tide colored psychic to sit in comfort like a recliner stuck in one position.

"There is only room for two pokemon at max. Three small ones if you are lucky. If you think We Will Fall Together, think again."

Upon Apolly swiping upward then swiftly down on the outside of the shell, the alloy began to slowly build speed, until it rocketed out of the atmosphere.

"Keep a close eye on the meteor. It is always fun to Watch It Crash, make sure you notice the speed."

Despite the descent being slowed down by the alloy doing its job of absorbing the friction, the alloy returned to Earth with a Big Crash. It looked like it Didn't Let Him Down Gently. If you need to explain some boring science, it was always great to End It On This.

"And he is no worse for wear! Not a scratch on him!"

After that demonstration, Apolly held a confident smile and pose, with one thought coursing through their enhanced brain.

I'm Cool. Hella Good even.

The alien's question almost slipped Apolly's mind, especially after all of that wind up to the question. They thought the other alien was just going to devolve into a skat breakdown.

"Oh the most interesting paradox I have seen is the Fourth Expansion. This was when arceus began to appear across the multiverse. Universes old and new suddenly had arceus slotted into history as if they created everything before they came into being. It gave the illusion of that every World Is New. It opened my eyes to things I cannot forget."

@ask-team-misfit and @askdeoxys

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