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Cynthia leaned her head back against the leather seat, closing her eyes as rain began to patter rhythmically against the glass.
Yellow being back didn’t make sense at all. Knowing her… She was probably tucked away in some forgotten, deep-underground wartime bunker where no regional scan or...
The private office inside the Hel Familia manor was suffocatingly quiet.
On one side of the heavy oak desk sat Taylor Hebert, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. Her dark eyes were unreadable behind her glasses, while a faint, almost invisible cloud of silk-threads and scuttling...
"Come," Cynthia said quietly, her Champion mask slipping seamlessly back into place as she stood up. "We have work to do before we return. Let's make this quick."
Cynthia pulled a heavy brass key from her coat pocket, unlocking the front door with a crisp click.
"We aren't staying long," she...
"So who is Yellow?" Ethan asks
Cynthia paused, her hand freezing on the handle of the cabin door. The stern, non-negotiable glare she had been giving him faltered, replaced by a sudden, sharp look of intense curiosity.
She turned back to him slowly, her gray eyes narrowing as she processed the...
They were going straight home.
After apologizing to Looker and the increasingly stressed members of the International Police, Cynthia had collected her nephew and left Galar as quickly as possible.
She had no intention of giving fate another opportunity.
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The Dragonite Bus hummed with a low...
I just got my computer working after the PSU kicked the bucket yesterday... this is the second psu ive had die in a few months across the computers in my house, im starting to get worried. Anyways this wasnt profed and im not sure about the quality because when my pc died last night I just went...
Eina Tulle pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long, weary sigh as she stared at the mounting stack of paperwork on her desk at the Guild Headquarters. Between Taylor’s terrifyingly accurate city-wide surveillance network, the sudden disappearance of Ishtar’s influence. The guild was...
Ethan smiled to himself as he slipped into the depths of the Slumbering Weald.
The ancient forest was quiet at this hour. Mist drifted between massive trees, muffling sound and turning the moonlit paths into pale ribbons winding through the darkness. Somewhere deeper within, Pokémon stirred in...
Taylor sat back against a smooth granite outcrop, casually resting her chin on her hand as she watched Lisa fight for her life against a swarm of oversized dungeon ants.
They were making their way back up to the surface after spending a night on the safety of the 18th floor. The primary...
Goldenrod City Records had expected interest after the commercial cassette player announcement.
They had not expected chaos.
Three days after the first ad aired, the company’s inboxes, mail systems, and physical submission counters were drowning under an avalanche of independently submitted...
Hel blinked against the harsh morning light streaming into the room, her crimson eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the familiar ceiling of her Familia's manor.
The cold, desolate ash of Lothric was gone. In its place was the comfortable warmth of a proper bed, complete with a surprisingly...
Professor Oak was buried in data.
Not Pokémon data, oddly enough.
Technology.
Schematics. Material analyses. Energy systems. Manufacturing concepts that shouldn’t exist and yet somehow did. Half the terminology meant nothing to him, while the other half was concerning precisely because he...
The smell of ozone, mead, and cheap laundry soap was entirely gone. In its place came the heavy, suffocating scent of damp earth, ancient ash, and a biting chill that clung to the skin like a wet shroud.
Hel opened her eyes. Damn she fell asleep on the park bench.
An she definitely wasnt in...