For Arbok: First off, I wanna say, I'm a fan. You're cool, and I hope we get to see more of you in the future; preferably enjoying a nice, relaxing vacation with your favourite snack. Second off, could I please trouble you for the "secret lore"? Who has been behind everything? What is everyone hiding? What have you uncovered? Third off, could I interest you in a freshly baked croissant, included with this missive? I hope you have a pleasant day, regardless!
VAL: Hey! Thank you for the ask - I'm always excited to bring less central characters back. VAL: The last Arbok ask implied its plans changed as a result, though, and I wanted to clear something up. VAL: These responses will never be canon, but the information revealed always will be. VAL: The last Arbok ask didn't really happen, but it did independently change its plans for the reasons given. VAL: Just something to keep in mind! These "portals" are a framing device, nothing more.
Arbok notices the portal quickly. It looks around it, suspicious, and hushes its voice.
ARBOK: Greetingsss, sssussspiciousss flatterer.
It carefully picks up the croissant and flips it up in the air. It smacks the pastry hard with its tail, and it goes flying.
ARBOK: Here'sss my first sssecret finding: trust no one. Certainly not the godsss. ARBOK: Here'sss my sssecond: No one but the godsss can make portalsss like thisss one. Catching my drift? ARBOK: And one lassst ssspicy sssecret: Poissson typesss are not immune to poissson, merely resssissstant. ARBOK: I'm not ssstupid anymore, Hoopa. Watch your back. ARBOK: Unlessss you're here to ssshare some anssswersss of your own?
It watches the pure-black portal with a smug glare. You try to explain yourself, but the terminal isn't accepting any more input. Satisfied, it walks away. You see its destination as it does: out of Crossroad Town, towards Basin City.



















