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“Is that so?” Spikes mused softly. She smirked at the child, and chuckled. “Are you afraid, then?” There was a glint in her eye as she peered at Tama, a mere spark that seemed rather warm, despite her dark, cold attire.

“You got nuffin’ to be afraid of. Besides, they’re probably already worryin’, innit,” she added, running her hands through her fluffy, pink mohawk. “How long have you been travellin’ wif your Pokemon, kid?” The Galarian punk stuffed her fists into her jacket’s pockets as she awaited his answer.

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        “Huh?  What are you doing in here,         young man?  Are you lost or are you         ....lost...?”         This was the only conclusion Siebold         could come up with with evaluating         the scene. Early morning grocery         runs for his restaurant sometimes         has him forget the front doors of         the establishment, literally inviting       any person or pokèmon in if he         were not fast enough. For the         most part, it was barely a problem.         The few staff that arrive this early         typically notice. If it were a small         pokèmon or the confused traveler,         there would be no rush to kick them         out.         Siebold was no different in this         treatment, and suspects the boy         to another one of those traveling         trainers. Surely he was not here         for fine dining.

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 “You seem rather surprised, guess this old man still got it.” A quick defeat of a enemy pokemon trainer, travelling around regions was fun and all but his back hurts like hell. Ah well the pain of being a traveller. 

[fairgifted]

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“Spark! Jolt! Where are you?!”

The blonde called out as she was running down the road, trying to find the two mischievous brothers. Both Plusle and Minun managed to get out of the fenced area at her daycare and now, she was worried for their safety, especially since they weren’t native to the Alola Region. Her shiny Vulpix ran by her side as she called out for the two Pokemon in search of them, even sniffing around to try to get their trail.

“Spark! Jolt! This isn’t funny! Where are you two?!”

[tectorius]

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“Have you had the chance to try Mantine Surfing yet?”

[darkraitaken]

@flyiingpress

He could feel the change coming on, he had to get away, somewhere secluded. The nearest alley should do. As the transformation begins, he stumbles along, using the surface of the nearest building to get himself along, as his body contorted, and changed. To anyone watching, it must’ve been quite the sight, as this man in baggy, dirty clothes stumbled into an alley. 

If someone were to follow him, they would find a man on the ground, repeatedly saying the word, “No”, over, and over again.

[thatgavemechickenskin]

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[[HAU’S DAD IS AROUND… man I can’t wait to see what the anime does with that :3c]]

//HAU MUCH DO I HAVE TO PAY THE POKEANI WRITERS TO GIVE US SOME ON-SCREEN INTERACTIONS BETWEEN HAU, HIS DAD, AND HALA?

[fushigikasai-blog]

@flyiingpress is perhaps not as much of a foe as the legend once thought...

It was odd-- all of it. Waking up with the feeling of his bones being like that of mush, Wukong’s only thoughts were of self-preservation. As he jolted up despite the pain that ran through him, Wukong could see that he was safe. Around him was nothing but a lush field of green grass and flowers with which seemed to stretch on for what seemed like ages. The sky above was a deep purple and the stars, bright and vibrant, seemed to shimmer with light so radiant that he was forced to wipe his eyes clean of their shine. It was only when he had the urge to turn around that he saw a familiar figure standing there that his mouth rose agape.

“YOU!?” Exclaimed he, a brow raising on cue. “What are you doin’ here!? Weren’t we-- weren’t we fightin’?! So what are we...!?”

It then hit him like a punch straight to the gut. Wukong must have lost consciousness the moment he erupted with all of that volcanic Z-power that he built up from his heart and out through his head. The force of his attack alongside the physical and mental strain of the technique razed him to hell, sapped him of all his strength, and forced him into a comatose state to heal. There was no telling how long he had been out, but already his mind began to race wildly as he spoke onward.

“Did I lose...?”