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Damien sat in the quiet Pokemon center, a Jolteon asleep across his lap. He was flipping through a book while he waited for his Slowpoke to be released. Swift, as Damien has named him, had gotten into quite the fight with some pidgeottos, and needed to be taken care of. He wasn’t too worried about him Damien knew Swift was in good hands here, and that the wounds weren't going to do anything permanent to him.

He absentmindedly scratched the Jolteon behind her ear. She let out a soft sound, still asleep. Normally while waiting, Damien would have kept her in her ball, but Hope was refusing at the moment and who was he to argue with her. 

Damien practically jumped when the quietness was broken. Although the sounds was soft, it was enough to catch him off guard. 

[huatpiink]

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“It is very hot.” He relented, red eyes scanning the beach. “Though we may be overdressed.” 

“...The oceans is pretty.” 

[crestfxllenfxte]

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It wasn’t an unusual event for Fate to become distracted when searching for an assassination target. Often times stakeouts where boring, and something would catch her attention quite like a child finding spotting something shiny. This time it was the sight of something green in her peripheral vision. 

From high atop the clifftops, the demoness could spot something unnaturally bright moving among the typically dull Hellscape though details evaded her. Ever curious, she stalked closer, following carefully from far above. Much to her dismay, but not too far from her usual luck, Fate found a weak spot among the suspended rock. Her footing giving way to her weight and gravity, the demon plummeted, hitting the ground with a disproportionately large thud and cloud of rubble.  

After some time Fate poked her head out from the crater her falling form had caused, embarrassed but persistingly curious about the anomalous bright color she had spotted. Magenta eyes scanned over the landscape only to fall on... a human? And seemingly a live one.  

“How lost does one have to get to wind up in the fourth rung of hell?” She spoke for no other reason than to call further attention to herself, or perhaps to break the silence. Her head was still reeling from her fall, it might have been best not to speak at all. 

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On the Right Path (closed for theketchupspy)

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He was certain that he had made good progress on the route that Gemuse had pointed out to him.

Maybe he really would get to the city before it was completely dark. 

However, that hope was dashed when he heard a massive explosion behind him. He turned, staring. He thought about moving on anyway, but what if that guy had been hurt. 

Sure, their meeting hadn‘t been that good, but he couldn't leave someone in need behind. He looked up to the Volcarona who was resting on his back. He then started to sprint the way he had come. 

[awiishingstar]

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It had only been a matter of time. 

Knocks at his door in the middle of the night weren’t uncommon, but the absolute desperation of the pounding that woke him tonight had him at the door before his brain had even registered leaving bed, let alone the danger that could be on the other side. 

Thankfully (despite how awful and wrong the word felt), it wasn’t the men that were hunting him that stood on the other side of the door when he freed the last lock and pulled it open, but a familiar, sobbing woman with a convulsing child in her arms. 

“The fever won’t go down!” The woman sobbed in her mother tongue as she released her daughter into the stars arms. 

“Gemuse, wake up!” Cecil shouted, despite the fact that the banging would have surely woken anyone in the small house. “I need ice! As many trays as you can carry from the freezer!” 

[genetic-gamble]

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“Oh, right. Admit it mate, you just want to show the ladies your....assets.”   The mutant teased, tipping his drink to his lips. 

“I personally wouldn’t choose boxers that color, but I think you make it work a bit.” 

[alkaidbartender-blog]

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The moment the door slid open, it had already come to Libra’s attention that this soul had come here from somewhere far, far away. Its feel, texture, energy. It was a human soul all the same, but at the same time, completely different. All fruit, but this a pear, when nothing but apples were in sight.

That pear belonged to a tall man. Lively green, vibrant fuchsia lenses, a man of energy, but a lax energy, a freely flowing energy, a river, a stream.

“Good evening, sir, and welcome to the Alkaid bar.” Their usual greeting, their usual undisturbed smile. They waited until the guest approached the counter to say, in a quieter voice, “What brings an other-dimensional being here, and what can I get for him tonight?”

[icangiveyouanything]

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icangiveyouanything  asked:

“Stop screaming, I’m not the one who hurt you!”

Attacked [sentence starters]

Screaming was just instinct when he awoke to someone looming nearby.

His first thought was, I’ll scream damn well if I want to!, but he figured, he better be nice.

“Who are you, then?” he asked, with skepticism clear in his face.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to people screaming at him, but it could get irritating when it happened all the time.

“Merely a concerned onlooker. One can’t help but worry when they see someone lying on the ground unconscious with clear signs of injury.”