[And another little pinch of salt. Never underestimate the power of being seen? [Naylene] I just dry toast them on the grill.]
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[And another little pinch of salt. Never underestimate the power of being seen? [Naylene] I just dry toast them on the grill.]
HEY!
Decibel here, she/her, the Team Yell conductor! To those part of less-cool Teams, it's sorta like an admin but way cooler.
I'm here to make sure Marnie of Spikemuth becomes champion of Galar, and won't stop yelling until she wins!
Or that's what I would say, if I was still in Galar, and still in a human body.
For some Zarude-forsaken reason, I and a Team Plasma grunt have been whisked away to a world that feels right out of a fairytale. A world of only Pokemon.
And we're both stuck in the body of one of Cara Liss' mistakes, an Arctozolt.
I control the upper body, so I get to do all the talking and typing. The Plasma grunt can't get a word in if I don't want her to! But don't worry, I'll be transcribing for her, and won't change it unless she says something even more stupid than she usually does.
Don't think I've given up on my goal! When I return to Galar, I'll make sure Spikemuth gets the champion we deserve, no matter what.
Hello, I am Naylene, and use she/her pronouns. This buffoon is typing out what I want to say, as I don't currently have the means to do so myself.
While I'm not a "conductor" like Decibel, I'm no slouch either. I'm a high-ranking grunt in Team Plasma's ranks, and boast many successful releases of Pokemon.
I control the lower body of the Arctozolt we're stuck as, so Decibel can't get anywhere without my cooperation. Serves her right.
This world, while I'd rather be here with almost anyone else, is proof for me that Pokemon can thrive without trainers. Lord N's plans will come to fruition, as soon as I can find a way back to Team Plasma.
But first, we have been tasked to save this world. And I don't intend to abandon any Pokemon in need of saving.
[-Yeah. -Give me a hug. Ah, you're awesome. And Naylene's one of those people I just love catching up with. Let's go back a long time ago.]
[Naylene has a personality bigger than Texas, and dont wish upon a star reach for one. She's put us on the map.]
[(Naylene) AND THE FELLA BEHIND HIM WAS LIKE, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU GOT THE LAST TWO ORDERS?]
[YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING? WHAT YOU GET IN THE PARKING LOT DEPENDS ON WHAT NAYLENE FEELS LIKE COOKING THE DAY YOU SHOW UP. THERE MIGHT BE SALMON OR LOCAL QUAIL AND ANCHO CHILI SAUCE.]
I think a get-along shirt would be a blessing compared to getting Arctozolted…
Agreed.
One of the few things we can agree on.
Hi to you both!
Have you at all found common ground with each other that makes coexisting at least a little easier? You both want to help others in your own ways, after all, but you fundamentally disagree on what needs to be done in order to do so.
I hope you can eventually come to understand each other.
(Also omg it's them, thanks Bench)
What common ground? I'm saving Spikemuth, she's trying to upend the world like those Team Galactic bozos.
You're no better than Team Rocket, you boorish buffoon. Have you ever even considered that your entire team's goal is harming Pokemon? No one should be Champion of Galar, the League should be abolished.
I don't want her to smack me with her tail again, so I'll refrain from retaliating. For now.
I suppose there are two things we can agree on. That this world of only Pokemon needs to be saved, and that we'll protect this Dreepy as much as we can.
Nothing else. I hate Naylene.
Likewise to you.