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Brooke let out a small noise as another stone surged past him. The waters were rough, and even with his years of experience, he was out of his depth. His waters were clean, and clear, and peaceful - in this flood, he could barely see a meter ahead, it hurt to breathe, and the very earth itself seemed determined to kill him. Still, he pressed on, lookig for anyone to help. All around him was his school - a small mercy, at least, that they were okay. He checked, again, that he was still upstream of them, that he'd take anything that would hurt them. He counted them, once again. One, two... twenty. Good. "Anyone need help?! Hello?" It turned ou

Mitchiri wasn't scared. There was no reason in particular that Mitchiri was dragging her feet, watching everyone else scatter into the forest. Certainly not fear, no, why would it be? She was just being cautious - as was perfectly logical when facing hellspawn that could suck out your soul or doom you to dying at 30 years. Yeah, that was all it was. Perfectly logical caution. Oh, and not to mention that people had been saying the thieves were ninjas. Mitchiri wasn't scared of ninjas either, but she knew perfectly well what they were capable of, and that required a lot of caution. Mitchiri's body seemed to get more and more sluggish, with e

Mitchiri fiddled with the flamethrower nervously. Previously, her flamethrower had been within her - just a part of her body. She was normally a smaller, crankier Larvesta, and a gijinka as well - not a Skuntank, nor an anthro. Or a technician - Mitchiri felt very exposed without her defensive wards. She couldn't believe anyone had agreed to spar with someone using a flamethrower with no practice - let alone a grass type. And yet, standing just opposite her on the field, was a confident-looking Roselia. That wasn't good. Someone fighting someone with a massive type advantage was either stupid or very confident, and Adelia Flower was quite def

One fine day in Yarelts, a figure was slinking around in the yard. It zipped in and out behind trees and hedges, and kept close to the shadows. It was a male Mewtwo in a long white robe... who would have looked totally badass if not for the uncertain, nervous expression on his face as he tried not to be seen. Another figure was walking through the yard. A showy-looking Meowstic, he seemed a little lost as he made his way across the grounds. "Man... you'd think she'd be..." The Mewtwo was looking over his shoulder as he moved, so he had no idea that he was on a collision course with said Meowstic. Cat slammed into cat and the Mewtwo let ou