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5 minutes ago, Mindlack said:
That was dramatic, and quite emotional (maybe check the italics in the middle, I think there's a line which isn't a part of the diary).
And a bit chilling from Vanilla's part. She had to look cool and in control of herself, but still.
Aladdin's behavior isn't shining either: getting Vanilla to kill him would probably do her more harm than good.
BTW, did you/Vanilla mention at some point why Aladdin joined that Defiance group? It doesn't seem like he joined it solely to destroy it, from the conversations (yes, I read the two links, though not their dependencies).
Also, I'm likely overthinking this, but there's something weird in the large-scale politics at play. It is an egregious breach of sovereignty from Everland to send the police capture Vanilla in Reborn. If the higher-ups in Reborn are aware, why aren't they doing anything about it? Did Ame send word along the lines of "we have these foreign people from somewhere, their role is to capture Vanilla which they see as a terrorist -- y'all are supposed to remain officially and unofficially completely neutral in that matter -- Vanilla's helped us, but we don't want to anger Everland needlessly even with plausible deniability"?
Very good chapter in any case!
He joined the Defiance group and "dated" Vanilla solely to get information out of her (like the exact location of her base, and the "secret" entrance mentioned in this chapter) and to destroy her team from within and Jasmin from the outside, sorry if that wasn't clear (will prolly make it clear in future editions :tm:). At least, that was in the beginning. Whatever his intentions were, they must've morphed along the way, enough to make him feel that he didn't want Vanilla to die. But he's still conflicted, as you prolly could tell from his "no regrets" "had to do it" but crying.
Yes, the reason only Jasmin and Aladdin went undercover to fetch Vanilla, because they knew it would be troublesome if Reborn's higher ups knew of this, as it's something something international relations something. Prolly would startle Reborn's police and might have some stuff happen. Idk if extradition would apply to Reborn's politics, but here I'm assuming not.
Reason why the "40 peepos search party" idea even came about was because Everland's government is arrogant (much much later on, when and if Vanini reaches Everland, it'll be delved into more deeply) and wouldn't care to invade another region just to punish a "traitor to the Queen". Though, obviously, if there was an alternative to frictioning with another region, which would take unnecessary time and resources, they'd prefer that instead (which is why Aladdin's suggestion was heard). Actually, I didn't include it in the narrative because it's not important, but Aladdin actually went to the police station in Jasper Ward to request a search for Vanilla, saying that she'd fled Everland and he'd come there to bring her back (not giving details to the chief), but the police chief refused it since Vanilla was over legal age and was an asset to Reborn, being a honorary member of the police and all
Anyhow, what matters is that none of Reborn's higher-ups, including Ame, know that Jasmin and Aladdin are in Reborn to capture Vanilla- they entered as mere "league challengers", and no one would question them about looking for a "friend" from their hometown (much like Candy thought that their being in Reborn was great news until Vanilla "umm no"'d her).
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29 minutes ago, Corso said:
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Nice episode but don't expect me to read all that old stuff (the only things I don't remember are why Vanilla jumped off the cliff and Aladdin biting her).I’ve been guilty of doing that myself
Vanilla... go wash your face lol
Vanilla and Aladdin got avalanche’d. Remember that majestic drawing I drew of them hanging
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38 minutes ago, J-Awesome_One said:
Well... I certainly didn't expect all of that. Very nicely written. Buuuuut I am looking forward to getting back to the game aspects of this now. Now it's time for Vanilla to find a Seel, beat it up and get a badge.
An episode full of edge for my edgy protagonist xD
Its been so long since I recorded a fight. I’ll have to think of a strat again oof
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From Everland to Reborn ~ Episode 68
Behold, probably the longest episode in FEtR history! And guess what, I literally went and read like 80% of Season 3 to write this (cause my memory is shité) so hope the effort was worth it T_T
In order to best enjoy this episode, though, I recommend re-reading Vanini-Aladdin convos from Episode 53 and 56, cause unless you got stellar memory, you'll probs be bamboozled oof.
That day, I didn’t get to talk to Aladdin at all. Archer left on the pretense of having to work another shift, and I had dinner with this odd family. They didn’t speak much but occasionally filled the silence with questions directed to me about Everland, specifically the beautiful parts that tourists go there to visit. I obliged and told them about the tourist spots: Red Riding Hood Forest, Mermaid Moon Lake, and even the Queen’s Castle, which did not allow visitors to go in but allowed them to take pictures from outside. The Castle was known as the first building to be built in Everland, a couple centuries ago when the region was built in the desert by pure magic. Hazel asked me more details about the birth of Everland, but to be honest I couldn’t tell her much more. Everland’s past was enshrouded in secret magical spells which only high-ranking mages that were trusted by the Queen could learn about, due to how crucial it was that those spells did not become broken by malicious mages.
“Have you ever seen the Queen? Is she old or young?” she asked; however, I’d have to disappoint her again.
“I’ve never seen the Queen,” I responded.
“What? How could you not? She’s your ruler, right?”
“Yes, but she never leaves her castle. All politics are taken care of by the mages that surround her, while she likely idly sits on her throne all day.”
It made me angry just thinking about the Queen and how she allowed the misery of the Underworld to continue existing.
“That’s so weird, but I guess it’s just a cultural thing,” she shrugged. “Here, we don’t have rulers like that, but we have local leaders, like Gym Leaders and then there’s Ame and her team who oversees the region’s welfare. I’ve never seen them, either, but I know they’ve been on TV all the time.”
“Yeah, it’s probably a cultural thing,” I said and let the topic rest.
After dinner, Mrs. Gwendolyn prepared a ‘bed’ for me with a bunch of thick comforter sheets. She apologized to me that they didn’t have anything better for me to lie on, but I was a pokemon trainer and I could attest that such bed was still favorable to having to camp out in the forest or an icy mountain.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than anyone else. The bed wasn’t comfortable enough for me to sleep until late. I stood up and stretched to relieve a little of my corporal pain.
Then I went down the stairs as quietly as possible. The room Aladdin was sleeping in was closed shut, and I didn’t dare open it in case the wooden door made creaky sounds as I did. Thus, I did the one thing I could do on such occasion, which was to go outside for a walk.
The sun had just started to peek from in between the mountains, so it was still slightly dark outside. As I walked, though, the sunlight became stronger and made the trees and snow look refreshing.
Suddenly, though, a strong wind started blowing out of nowhere and the nice morning was no more.
“Ah, there you are,” I heard Candy’s voice and I knew who to blame for the winds.
She came down from the height of Ametrine City down to where I was in a flash. She was riding her dragon pokemon, though it somehow looked different to how it looked the first time I saw it.
Mega rayquaza sprite by: piphybuilder88 (edited)
“Thanks, Rayquaza. You can let me off here,” she said and hopped off the dragon’s back.
That prompted it to morph back to the shape I recognize, and with that, the strong winds subsided. The rayquaza cried once and left to the horizon.
“Sorry about the winds,” she apologized. “I mega-evolved Rayquaza so that we could travel around the area faster.”
“No big deal, I was just surprised. And I’m still surprised you found me.”
“Well, you’d been gone for an entire day, so I went looking for you but I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I resorted to aerial search.”
She then hugged me and smiled. “I’m glad you’re ok.”
I omitted telling her that I had voluntarily jumped off a cliff to reach this place, and instead briefed her about the situation. I also didn’t tell her about Aladdin’s dive down the cliff, but told her that he was not in good shape, and was rescued by some weirdos and now stayed with them for the time being.
“Oh no, that’s terrible. Let’s head over there. I’m sure Lily can help anesthetize him.”
“Don’t worry, Candy. They brought in an Audino and she’s taking care of that with Heal Pulse.”
Candy was relieved by this piece of information, but insisted that we headed in the direction of Hazel’s house.
While we walked, I also briefed her about Archer being a frequent visitor at the house. I figured I needed to let her in on that so that she wouldn’t slip up and blow his cover unwittingly.
“You probably know Archer, since you knew of 7th Street,” I said. “He’s Aqua Gang leader.”
“Of course I know him,” Candy said, happily. “I wasn’t involved with him much, though. Aqua Gang and Magma Gang had a strong rivalry, and I couldn’t choose a side or I’d be on bad terms with the other.”
“He goes by Arthur here, and the people don’t know he’s involved in a gang, so maybe don’t talk about him at all. Maybe pretend you don’t even know him?”
“Sure, I got your, his, back,” she said and flexed her arm.
Candy had a tendency to slip up and wasn’t particularly great at keeping secrets, so I worried about her actually having our back.
When we arrived at the house, Mrs. Gwendolyn was already up and running around the house. She only stopped briefly when we entered the house because of an unannounced visitor… or maybe because it was a face she unsurprisingly recognized.
“Hi, you’re Candy, aren’t you?” she said and shook Candy’s hand enthusiastically. “You were Hoenn region’s champion once, if I remember correctly. I collect regional pokemon champion cards and I have yours.”
“Oh my Arceus, I’m so embarrassed you have one of those,” Candy blushed. “I didn’t like how I looked in that picture. I tried to look cool but I made myself look crazy instead.”
“Then I think that reflects who you are, Candy,” I chuckled and she nudged me with her elbow.
“I didn’t know you were acquainted with Candy, Vanilla,” Mrs. Gwendolyn marveled.
I was pleased, since this could only gain me points in favor.
“She’s my cousin. I didn’t mention it because the topic never came up,” I said.
“I came to pick Vanilla up since she’d gone missing all of a sudden,” Candy explained. “But since she’s got some business here, I’ll wait in here until she’s done if you don’t mind.”
“Of course, we don’t mind at all,” Mrs. Gwendolyn laughed loudly. “I was just preparing breakfast. We have an extra chair in the backyard you can sit on to join us. My husband uses a wheelchair so we don’t usually keep it in the house for convenience’s sake.”
Candy said that she appreciated the gesture but it wasn’t necessary at all, but Mrs. Gwendolyn being how she is, convinced her to eat in the end. It was funny to see my headstrong cousin being out-headstronged.
Soon, Hazel’s dad came to join us and so did Hazel, coming down from her room. Both were introduced to Candy accordingly, though they also didn’t need much introduction since both also knew of her Champion history.
We ate breakfast in as cheerful a mood as there had ever been at that table since I arrived. Candy talked with all three of them almost non-stop, so I was spared from another Q&A session.
Once we were done eating, Mrs. Gwendolyn asked me to come to the kitchen. She handed me a tray with a bowl of sweet oatmeal, a cloth napkin and a cup which held coffee with milk that practically looked like milk with coffee.
“Carry this to Aladdin’s room. He can eat by himself, but it’ll be awhile until he can move his broken legs.”
She said no more and went to do the laundry. I looked down at the tray, and realized that this was the green light to speak with Aladdin. Once the realization dawned on me, I became nervous. What should I say first? What will he say? However, I wasn’t much of a thinker, so I decided to do what I always did: just do it(™).
I walked across from the kitchen to Aladdin’s room. I sneaked a peek at Candy, and I saw her winking and thumbs-upping. It wasn’t very reassuring.
I opened the door without knocking.
The audino noticed me, but remained sitting. Apparently, she was taking a break from the Heal Pulse therapy.
Aladdin was asleep, so I placed the tray on his bedside table and contemplated whether to wake him up and how to. Part of me wanted to go the Titania way and wake-up slap, but I judged it was ill-timed since the opponent was hurt. I sighed and decided to shake his shoulder a bit.
Aladdin groaned but wouldn’t wake up easily.
“Vanilla… My Polaris…” was what I heard him say without opening his eyes.
“How dare you,” I said, gritting my teeth and pushing back my urge to choke the last breath out of him. Instead, I shook his shoulder even more roughly.
“Wake up, damn it. You’re making me lose my patience and we haven’t even talked.”
Aladdin woke up and jerked his neck to the side when he saw me. He looked like he’d seen his worst nightmare and he wasn’t very off.
“Vanilla… Eterna. Sorry, I didn’t expect to see you just now,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “And to still be alive.”
“Don’t lower your guard quite yet. I have my motives,” I said.
Aladdin was silent, and glanced at the tray on the table. He hesitated to speak, but in the end he did.
“If it’s not a lot of trouble to ask, would you help me sit up right? You can call Mrs. Gwendolyn if you don’t want to do it.”
“I can do it,” I said, if only not to have Mrs. Gwendolyn butt in for the upteenth time.
He was surprised that I actually agreed to do it, perhaps because he thought that the mere thought of having physical contact with him was repulsive to me. He wasn’t wrong about that. My hands did wince when I lifted his head up for him, but it seemed as though he was the one who didn’t enjoy it between us two. He then asked for the tray and started eating with unreliable arm movements. Once he was one-third of the way through his oatmeal, he placed the spoon down and looked at me.
“You've been eerily quiet. What are your motives, if I may ask?”
“I need to clear up many things. There are many things that have left me confused,” I said.
“I’m assuming you mean about my behavior towards you and my suicide attempt,” he said. “Did you have a chance to read Wolfie’s diary?”
I didn’t reply, but my face probably spoke in my stead.
“From the looks of it, you didn’t,” he sighed. “I think you should read the last entry, at least, before we talk. Meanwhile I can finish eating.”
“I… I didn’t want to read it, if I could help it,” I confessed.
“I know. I know that you like to avoid thinking about her death and anything that reminds you of it. I know your coping mechanisms. I’ve seen you,” he said. “However, it’s really important that you read that last entry. After all, it was literally dedicated to you.”
That comment caught me off guard.
“Dedicated… to me?”
Aladdin nodded.
With a heavy heart and heavier legs, I stood up from the bedside bench and went upstairs to grab Wolfie’s diary from my bag. I came back down and closed the door behind me.
I flipped the pages until the last entry. It was dated the day of the invasion, which was also the day she died.
“Dear Eterna,” the entry was titled, so Aladdin had not been lying about it being dedicated to me.
I find myself writing in this dim room once more, much like I have done almost everyday for the past four years. However, today is different. Never had I penned an entry while the police infiltrated our base and were banging on our door. Today, Eterna’s Defiance has died. All that remains for me to do is to try to protect Eterna at all costs, even if I have to sacrifice my own. I hope that she will get to read this entry, and that is the only light that shines in my heart, which is currently as dim as this room.
There are many things I wanted to tell Eterna, but I never had the chance to, until now, when Death is breathing on the back of my neck.
First, I wanted to tell her that she was the best friend I could have had. I don’t know if I stressed that enough when we played together as kids or broke the law together as teens. I wouldn’t change any aspect of my life, even though I was born a social outcast because of my wolf lineage. We were both social outcasts, and understood each other on a level no one else could better understand another person. Even romantic couples can’t enjoy that luxury most of the time.
Second, I wanted to tell her that no matter what the outcome of this incident is, she must live and carry on. Here, I have one thing to confess. It’s something I’m not proud of. About two years ago, when King was still our leader, he told me in secret that he intended to pass on his Defiance group to Eterna. His health was deteriorating, and he had to make plans for when the inevitable happened. I asked him, “why Eterna, and not me?” For, even though I knew she was a good fighter, King and I resembled each other more in wit. A leader must know strategy, and move his fighters accordingly. Yet, as much as I loved Eterna, I wasn’t sure she was capable of this. He said that he understood my concern, but that only Eterna could bring a new era to the Defiance. An era of unity, for Eterna is the only known person in history who was born with a feature, albinism, which should’ve automatically sent her to the Underworld since birth, and yet stayed in the Overworld as a wealthy noble. She was the living symbol of the unity between the two worlds that should’ve been one from the beginning. When he told me this, I agreed with his decision wholeheartedly, and promised him and myself to be loyal to her leadership until the day I died.
Third,
Here, she left an awkward space and the writing style changed; it was more hasty and almost illegible, unlike the earlier neat handwriting.
Aladdin has just come into our base from the secret entrance that appeared to be guarded by more policemen earlier when we checked. I wonder what could be the meaning of this.
No proper explanation, but proposed plan. Plan: I surrender the base and all Eterna’s comrades, in exchange for escape to alert Eterna. I’ll trust him. Only a matter of time until all of our deaths happen. Aladdin is traitor, but earnest. Realistically our only chance. Gave diary to him. Send regard to family if I die. All glory to you, Queen Eterna.
That was the whole of the entry.
At the third paragraph, I was already feeling like crying, but I tried to hold the tears back because I was reading in the presence of Aladdin. I’d hate for him to see me cry, and pat himself in the back for succeeding in distressing me.
As soon as I was done reading, I closed the book.
Aladdin heard the sound and looked up.
“Did you finish reading?” he asked.
I was afraid my voice would crack, so I just nodded.
“Vanilla,” he said. “I don’t think you’ve given yourself proper time to mourn your loss. Everything happened so quickly.”
I shook my head sideways.
“Knowing that Wolfie died, and mourning her death are two different things. Only by mourning you can reach acceptance. Until then, you’ll keep floating in the limbo, hoping that this is all just a bad dream you will wake from.”
Aladdin offered me his untouched napkin. I mustn’t take it, I told myself. I mustn’t. I mustn’t.
But I did.
And the moment my fingers touched the cloth, tears started falling as though on cue. I used the napkin to hide my face as I cried, feeling like my innards could come out of my mouth. My breathing became intermittent, and I hoped that I’d stop breathing out right and join Wolfie in death. I opened the diary again and read everything once… twice more, letting each word sink in, imagining the scene in my mind.
It took me about 15 minutes of full-out crying, until my nose was completely clogged and I could only breathe in between coughs, to compose myself. That was the death of my hopeless hope.
When I stopped crying, I became embarrassed and chastised myself for not holding back my tears. For being weak and giving into the temptation of that white napkin.
“Do you feel better?” Aladdin asked.
“Not really. Crying doesn’t solve my problems,” I replied.
“No, it doesn’t,” he said. “But solving problems is not its purpose. Its purpose is to free your bottled-up sorrow. Wolfie wanted you to carry on, not to be held back by regret.”
“It seems you read this entry, too,” I said. “It would seem you helped Wolfie escape just so she could prevent me from coming near the base. I remember that moment. She had come and made me give her my Eterna costume. It’s probably why she was shot, and not me.”
I blowed my nose on the napkin.
“However, my question is, what were you thinking, letting her escape? That’s not even the only case of your conflicting behavior. Candy told me that you planned my escape from Everland. Is this true?”
Aladdin was surprised.
“I guess I was naive in thinking that she could keep a secret from her cousin,” he said. “But she was the only person I could count on for this.”
“God damn it,” I sighed but then checked myself. “No. I won’t believe it. You’re a serial liar.”
“Did you never find it suspicious that your relocation to Reborn should go as smoothly as it did?” Aladdin asked back. “Your grandmother had your traditional dress prepared, along with money in Reborn’s currency ready for your departure before you even told her of your plans to flee the region. There was not a single police officer guarding the train station despite that being the first place you would most likely head to. None of that caught your attention?”
“My senses weren’t in optimal shape then,” I admitted. “But what, you mean to tell me that you coordinated everything for my escape?”
“You cornered me and demanded explanations. I’m only giving them to you. Whether you believe them or not is your business, not mine,” he said.
“So it was true, then. You helped me escape both the Underworld and the Overworld. Why, Aladdin. Tell me what your intentions are.”
He shut up and didn’t appear inclined to speak. I stood up and started pacing. I was getting irritated by the second.
“You’re driving me insane. Why do you have to do weird shit like that,” I exclaimed while throwing my hands up in the air. “Jasmin and you plotted way ahead to make me loosen my guard. You killed over half my men in my absence, and captured or maybe killed the remaining ones too. Your police officers tried to kill me as I fled, and instead killed my right-hand man. Jasmin is out and about Reborn seeking me out to kill me right as we speak. You also tried to kill me in Ametrine City. Then, all of a sudden, it happens that you’d also helped me out? Explain that to me, because I’m at a loss here.”
“I can’t tell you,” he said at last. “Because I really don’t understand it myself.”
“What do you mean you don’t understand it,” I said and shook him by the shoulders with enough force that I almost knocked the tray off his legs. “It’s your brain, damn it. Use it. Or stop lying, before I slit your throat so you can’t do it any longer.”
The audino jumped on me and made me sit back down to the bench. She sat next to me, holding my arm so that I couldn’t possibly stand up from there again.
“I’m telling you, I don’t know,” Aladdin said with a louder voice. “I only know I didn’t want to see you die.”
I laughed from my nose.
“You came all the way to Reborn to get me back to Everland, alive or dead. Do you think I’d believe that bullshit excuse?”
Aladdin tightened his lips and looked away from me.
Suddenly, an outrageous thought crossed my mind. I remembered that he always took a defensive stand on our fights, never hitting me unless absolutely necessary. Then, there was the clear refusal to live, when he bit my hand back at the cliff. In light of the information that I was getting now, everything flipped upside down.
I slowly shook my head sideways in disbelief.
“You… you didn’t come here to bring me back,” I said in a low voice.
Aladdin glanced at me and back at the wall.
“You came to die at my hands, didn’t you?” I asked.
“I don’t think I’m obliged to answer that question,” he answered.
I tried to stand up from the bench but audino held me down.
“Obliged, or not obliged. Tell the truth,” I shouted, then paused for a minute. “I… need to know the truth.”
Aladdin looked at me in the eye, then lowered her gaze as he half-smiled. He remained silent for a while, but finally cleared his throat and started talking.
“When the police first heard the international news that informed them you were in Reborn, the plan had been to send a troupe of 40 people to capture you,” he said. “However, I argued against it. I said that something like that would be misleading for the Reborn government and they might think Everland is trying to overthrow them. They are scared as it is, with Team Meteor terrorizing them. Jasmin agreed with me, and suggested that she alone went undercover. Of course, I know she was after the recognition that a single-handed capture would lead to.”
“Classic Jasmin move,” I commented.
“I insisted to be added to your search party,” he continued. “Because of two reasons. If Jasmin actually found and captured you, I could turncoat and set you free. And the second reason is… as you said.”
Aladdin sighed, and briefly hesitated before continuing.
“I told you before. I don’t have anything else I can offer you. I can’t do anything to regain your trust or love. I can’t bring Wolfie or any of your dead Defiance members back to life.”
Here, he surprised me. Tears started running down his cheeks, but he no longer had the napkin to wipe them with, so he used his sleeves. His voice cracked when he said the next sentence.
“I can only give you my life, if that serves as a little solace... that you could get rid of the traitor in the end.”
He placed his arm over his eyes and cried in silence.
There was now no doubt in my mind that Aladdin had Taka’d us all along. That he had helped me escape and survive, all the while also betraying me and the Defiance. Whatever Jasmin was doing in his apartment… it was probably on her accord and not on his.
If this were a comedy, a fairytale with a happy ending like the ones that abounded in Everland, I would jump off my seat and embrace him right then and now. After all, this was the chapter where all the jumbled-up misunderstandings became untied, and it naturally followed that the hero and heroine would amend their broken relationship.
However, this story… our story… was a tragedy.
“Stop crying,” I said at last. “You don’t have the right to shed a tear in any of this. All was your and Jasmin’s doing.”
“I know,” he said, still with his arm pressed on his eyes. “And I don’t regret it. I did what I had to do. We fought a large group of criminals that conspired against the Queen, and we won. Jasmin and I are the heroes. Yet... I don’t understand why I can’t stop the tears.”
“It’s probably because the weight of their lost lives presses on your shoulders,” I said with unexpected calmth. “Whether you were on justice’s side or not, you can’t escape that weight.”
I knew that the best. I sailed the ship straight into an iceberg, and instead of going down with it like an honorable captain, I was the only one to escape unscathed. Even if Wolfie wanted me to, and even if my whole team sacrificed their lives to let that happen, I’ll still have to live with the guilt for the rest of my life.
“I was too naive to know that. I was hungry for any kind of recognition. Anything that would prove that my life was not as worthless as my parents led me to believe,” Aladdin said, and lowered his arm at last. His eyes were bright red and he was still sniffling.
“And yet, you only managed to make yourself worthless to those who cared about you as well,” I sneered.
“... Yes, that's right,” he said, clearing his throat. “I chose my family and recognition over you. A wretched choice, but a necessary one, and I will live by it... I will only curse that our destinies had to be so cruel as to place us on opposing sides, not the choice itself.”
We looked at each other in silence. In his eyes, I could almost see reflected the happy time we spent together. Happy times that would never return to either of us.
“Curse you,” I said, weakly.
“You’re welcome to kill me anytime,” he said with scary determination. “I died when I fell down the cliff, anyway. And snapping necks is your specialty, is it not?”
I frowned at the remark.
“I won’t kill you,” I said, and nodded to the audino so she would let go of my arm. “It’s now clear to me that the nightmare I live, you live it too. It’d be unfair to give you the deadly peace you don’t deserve.”
I stood up from the bench and started walking towards the exit.
“Vanilla,” Aladdin said, and I stopped without turning back. “Good bye.”
I said nothing and opened the door. I quickly wiped my eyes with the napkin and left the room behind.
VANILLA RATES: REBORN CHARACTERS
SpoilerMaybe next episode we can resume this lol
And that, me frens, is the end to this non-Reborn related stuffs for now. We can finally fite Seal and leave for Reborn City~ But not before Vanilla reunites with Shelly-chan for a minute... look forward to that, maybe? uwu
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What led you to Pokemon Reborn?
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Was searching for pokemon fangames after playing the canon games. Found this forums and the rest is history
What do you think about the battle system in the game?
- I love the field effects. Some peeps might not like some of them because they feel unbalanced or whatnot, but I personally like all of them. It adds a lot of strategy into pokemon, and they also make the world in Reborn feel more real (like feeling you're in a forest because of the forest field, etc).
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It's also nice that the difficulty is increased from canon games. I like canon games to see the new mechanics, pokemon and story, but they're way too easy even on challenge runs like nuzlockes. You have to think for battles in Reborn, and I like thinking so it's great
What do you think about the stories/narrative in the game?
- For the most part, I like it (I mean I must like it, otherwise I wouldn't have started a fanfiction(?) of it lol). There were a lot of mysteries through out the game, relating to the overall world of Reborn or just character relationships, which made me curious as I played the game. Some of these mysteries I feel like should have been revealed at earlier points in the game, to get the maximum effect (for example, the relationship between Tania and Rini wasn't super clear, to me at least, and I feel that arc should've concluded in Fiore Mansion. Idk if there's plans to openly reveal it, or if the point was for us to know only that they had an altercation, whatever that was.)
In particular, what do you think about the queer characters in the game, like Cain and Adrienn?
- I like them just as I like the other characters. Cain is one of my fave, and Adrienn is ok I guess but not in my top 5 at least.
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Was searching for pokemon fangames after playing the canon games. Found this forums and the rest is history
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well I think the noTMX mod from SWM is like a literal necessity for Ttar cause he'll lose a slot or two just to keep the TMX slaves on the team. It's already bad enough that he thinks it's ok to have unevolved mons in his party at this stage of the game...
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I'm wondering if he going to fight Taka or not. He's taken a liking to Tania for some reason so maybe he'll listen to her instead of the boye
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7 hours ago, ShogokiX said:
Considering that Corey himself said that he raised Heather to always remember that there is no kindness and no mercy in the world, i would already call that bad parenting. If you make a child believe that there is absolutely no happiness, no place for hopes and dreams, that would pretty much qualify as "tyrant", would it not?
Tyrant would be a parent that tells their child to follow every order, which wasn’t the case for Corey. I also think he was a bad parent, just not for the reasons Heather was complaining about (ie she should’ve complained about him being depressing and having a worldview that isn’t reality, not about him “not letting her do anything” since he’s definitely not chaining her to her room)
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21 minutes ago, ShogokiX said:
He was all about protecting her from any harm. Heather herself said that he would never allow anything that she wanted.
I mean Corey didn't want her doing anything dangerous or getting involved in Team Meteor's affairs to protect her, but that was just words. In practice, she literally came on a salamence to fight Taka, except the MC had already dealt with him. Then she came to fight the trio in Beryl, even though Corey supposedly didn't allow her to do anything
If Corey really wanted to protect Heather from the cruel world, I think giving her mother's pokemon to her was a very inefficient way to do that lol Tbh Heather makes her dad look like he was a tyrant that didn't let her breathe, but that didn't feel like it was the truth based on how Corey treated her. (which is also why I didn't like her in the beginning, since there are worse things a parent could do to a children to prevent them from doing what they want, and her whining about Corey made her look like a spoiled brat).
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3 hours ago, ShogokiX said:
Heather's initial rude attitude is just part of her rebellion against authority, because her father always forbid EVERYTHING she wanted to do, basicly locking her up at home.
Idk but this can’t be the case. Corey didn’t even take her salamence away. When she said she was leaving, his reaction was oh, bai, and btw don’t lose ruby ring. Had she wanted to leave and do her own thing she could’ve left whenever, but she probably stayed because she needed a roof over her head until she was old enough to find one herself. And since it’s Corey’s roof, damn right she gotta abide by his rules. I also don’t like Heather much because of the reasons you mentioned and the fact that whether her intentions to fight Team Meteor are noble or not, she acts like a brat (to MC and even her friend Shelly) before she goes under the ECT. She improves a lot and very suddenly when we meet her at Ametrine, though. But Ttar didn’t see the extra cutscene where she actually reflects and becomes less bratty.
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21 minutes ago, LeoYT said:
Jacques was clearly the weakest link in that battle, Balloon wasn't even used, total cop out
The rules only apply at his convenience
He should really make a poll card and let the viewers decide who the weakest link is everytime he blacks out. Even if they don't vote for the actual weakest it still gets rid of his bias
Tbh I thought it was monika cause she did nothing but tank an attack once
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2 hours ago, Juice said:
why didn't he read on what the glitch field does?? LOL
why doesn't he ever read field effect read outs before the battle and plan a strategy using this knowledge?? LOL
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9 hours ago, Corso said:
Maybe it's both, and now it's canon that Vanilla knows memes.
I don't know if it's just me being Unown or the episodes' frequency, but in my head Hazel was like 12.
She has the vitality of a 12 year old, that’s for sure. What can’t 20-something’s be fun and silly?
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1 hour ago, Corso said:
Best quote
Best quote #2
I feel like your writing style has changed since last time
well, last time it was all about feels and Shelly being hecc'n cute, but this time I aimed for a "lighthearted" "funny" chapter (those quotes, plus memes like "I think I should ruin this man’s whole career") with not so much emphasis on the sad parts (Hazel's story about the Earthquakes). because Hazel to me represents what Vanilla could become- someone who passed through years of hardship, and through seeking help and being helped by others, was able to cope with her disability and find meaning in life. well, that's a big COULD become, cause personally I don't see that happening lol
But if that's not what you think is different from my previous writing style... well maybe it just morphed thanks to months of not writing FEtR
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From Everland to Reborn ~ Episode 67
Me on January 1st, 2020: This year, I'ma gonna surprise my buddies by posting FEtR more regularly.
Me on January 29th, 2020: Why do I always make a fool of myself. BUT it's a chapter longer than usual! Does that make it better? Idk maybe? Or maybe not.
Very brief recap:
SpoilerVanilla finds archnemesis Jasmin in Aladdin's apartment, says LOL NOPE and leaves by making a half-suicidal jump down the cliff that Aladdin fell Idk how long ago.
Then she runs into Hazel aka blind girl "with a sixth sense", who had found almost ded Aladdin and were nurturing him back to health.
Vanilla gets angery at silly stuff and gets into a brawl with Mrs. Gwendolyn, Hazel's mom and she's like "f*ck no ain't no smol brain smol body girl talking to my precious Aladdin".
But Hazel insists that Mrs. Gwendolyn reconsider, plus invites Vanilla over for lunch. I think that's what happened lol
You might expect that lunch with Mrs. Gwendolyn and I at the same table would be awkward, and you’d only be partially right. We sat at the wooden table that had exactly four chairs and four plates for us. Once Hazel and I took our spots, Mrs. Gwendolyn approached Hazel and whispered something about time and food* to her ear, and then sat herself directly in front of me. Hazel’s father also joined us and sat opposite to Hazel, because that was the side of the table that was wider, for his wheelchair. For just a few moments, there was an air of unease at the table, and no one said or looked at anyone else sharing the table. However, once everyone started eating, the mood slowly but surely started warming up.
Then, Mrs. Gwendolyn surprised me by being the first to break the silence, and with a question addressed at me.
“So, Vanilla. I’m assuming you aren’t from these parts of Reborn? At least I know none near Ametrine City that wears a pink flowy no-sleeved dress like yours with our cold weather.”
I was so astonished that she directed a word at me out of everyone at the table, that I nearly dropped my knife. The content of the question was also bizarre, for it made me wonder if Aladdin had omitted such casual information like our hometown.
“I’m from Everland,” I replied. “I traveled to Reborn to take on the Gym challenge, for we don’t have pokemon back home.”
“Everland? What a coincidence, don’t you think, mom?” Hazel said, but Mrs. Gwendolyn paid no mind to her comment.
“I see. How has the Reborn League treated you? Did you have a chance to fight Kiki? She used to be my sensei long ago, but I heard she passed away recently.”
“Yes, Gwendolyn actually used to be Apophyll Academy’s best martial artist a couple decades ago,” added her husband. “Too bad she couldn't finish her training there.”
I didn't ask why, but questions weren't particularly necessary to get anyone of this family to speak, apparently.
“I couldn't find the peace of mind Kiki told us to seek. I did greatly on courses like judo which required bodily strength, but flunked every single one of the courses that focused on the mind.”
“I don't believe peace of mind can be attained. Only the dead can have the lack of stimulus necessary to attain it,” I said, unsure whether my comment would sit well with Mrs. Gwendolyn. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but she looked quite pleased.
“I wonder if Kiki did. She always appeared serene,” was all she said about it, before changing gears and asking me of my own experience with the league.
I recounted my time in Reborn since the moment I set foot in Lower Peridot Ward months ago. However, I fumbled over words and omitted quite a few details about my and the Gym leaders’ involvement with the Reborn police, and my unfortunate encounters with Aqua Gang, Magma Gang and the rest of 7th Street. My ‘adventures’, if I may call them so, caught the curiosity of Hazel’s father in particular.
“I do listen to Gossip Gardevoir’s channel on the radio,” he said out of the blue. “We would watch it on the TV, but it's been quite long since it was broken, and we haven't had the time or resources to repair it.”
“And what does GG’s show have to do with Vanilla?” asked Hazel, though I'm sure all three of us had the same question in mind.
“Oh, haha. I think I jumped topics without explaining my thought process,” the old man scratched his head. “You see, GG sometimes talks about a girl called Vanilla, but because I couldn't see her picture, I couldn't piece together that it was you all along. Gwendolyn, you’d know this if you paid attention to her show.”
“I prefer to listen to music on the radio,” Mrs. Gwendolyn replied.
“In any case, you can now rest assured that this girl isn't anyone suspicious. GG says she's even an honorary member of the Reborn police!”
“The police? Then you might've met Arthur?” Hazel asked, all excited.
However, I did not know a single officer’s name, so I had to disappoint her there.
“It's fine. You'll meet him soon anyway.”
“Well, the fact you were recognized by the local police certainly gives you credit. That doesn't excuse your attitude, but I won't butt in. When Aladdin is in better shape, you can speak to him. An honorary member of the police wouldn't hurt a healing man, would she?”
“I promise I'll watch my temper,” I said, just to get on her better side, if such a side was still available to get on. Mrs. Gwendolyn didn't look very convinced by my words, but did not touch the subject for the rest of our meal.
We ate our meal with Hazel’s dad leading the conversation about what Gossip Gardevoir had talked about me on her show. When she’d said that it was her business to know things, she wasn't joking. It was at least comforting to know that whether or not she knew about it, she didn't publicize anything about my personal life that I wouldn't want all of Reborn to know.
An hour or so after we had all finished eating, we heard shuffling on the adjacent room, followed by Aladdin’s voice calling Mrs. Gwendolyn. She instantly stood up from her seat and hurried to the kitchen to serve food for him in a small bowl. Then, like clockwork, she went into Aladdin’s room and her husband carried all the plates to the kitchen to wash. I was going to volunteer to wash them for him, but Hazel stopped me.
“I know you mean well, but my dad actually likes to do the dishes,” she said. “Since he can't move his legs, my mom takes care of everything physical. So he wants to help out in the things he can still do with his hands and while sitting down. Likewise, my job is to take Mocha and gather wood and nuts, and I also help mopping the house after dad sweeps the floors.”
Given that I came from a household where I wasn't expected to do any chores, since those were taken care of by the servants, I was amazed by the teamwork this family had achieved despite their disabilities.
“How are you feeling, Aladdin?” said Mrs Gwendolyn from the room Aladdin was staying in. She had apparently left the door a little open, and whether it was on purpose or not, we could hear their conversation quite clearly.
“I feel a bit dizzy but otherwise not bad,” Aladdin said. “Audino has helped me greatly as always.”
An audino’s pleasant cry followed that statement.
“That is good to hear. I've brought you something to eat. Perhaps some of your dizziness is owed to an empty stomach,” Mrs. Gwendolyn said. Unlike when she speaks to me, she sounded kind and happy when speaking with him.
The spring bed screeched. I assumed that was her pulling him into an upright position to eat. They were silent for a while, but then Aladdin spoke again.
“Mrs. Gwendolyn, I actually have a question,” he said.
“What is that?”
“It might have been a moment of hallucination, but I thought I heard my girlf- ...Vanilla’s voice,” he said, paused and continued. “I don't talk much about her, but I think you know who I mean.”
“I know exactly who you mean,” she replied.
“Well, when I heard her, she was… shouting hysterically. That's nothing unusual since that's all she has done every time we met recently.”
While he spoke, I was ready to stand up and shout hysterically at him for good measure, but Pikachu and Hazel both pushed me back to the chair.
“But my memory is hazy,” he continued. “And the next thing I remember, we were chatting and laughing like we used to. We were in the forest… That's a place we haven't visited for a long while. I know Audino's heal pulse tends to show me bittersweet dreams like those. But I wasn't sure what the realistic part meant. Has she come here? Is she here?”
I thought Mrs. Gwendolyn would deny my being here, but I was surprised when she didn't.
“No, you weren't hallucinating. She's here. Apparently she has come to talk to you, but her tone wasn't friendly to be honest.”
There was a bit of silence there.
“I haven't allowed her to do so, because I was sure she'd hurt you more than you already are,” Mrs. Gwendolyn continued. “But she has since calmed down, and if you want to see her, I'll let her in.”
“I think she hasn't left a great impression on you,” he said, probably because Mrs. Gwendolyn was frowning. “But be assured, she has every reason to hate my existence. After all, I sacrificed our relationship to protect the things I thought were the most precious to me.”
I was almost going to give him credit for acknowledging that I had every right to hate him, but when he called what we had a ‘relationship’, I stood up to make it clear that we had nothing of the sort. What we had was inconsiderate abuse. However, Pikachu again sat me back down and patted my head, perhaps thinking that that would appease my boiling blood.
“I bet if you had met Vanilla before me, you'd have acted the opposite way,” Aladdin laughed. “I'll meet her. Tell her I'll meet her tomorrow. I'll rest today so that I can have a clear mind for our conversation.”
“Sure I will. Now have this food. It should be cool enough to eat now.”
Their conversation ended there, and now Hazel spoke to me.
“When you talk to him tomorrow, you gotta tell him you were angry but don't actually hate him.”
“No, I actually do,” I said.
“Well, it doesn't sound like it, that's for sure,” she said, grinning.
I didn't say anything else, because what a third party I just met a few hours ago thought wasn't of concern to me. Hazel must've picked up on my bad temper, so changed subjects to her mom’s behavior.
“I'm glad my mom is slowly acknowledging you,” she said. “Aladdin said he'd meet you tomorrow, and she didn't oppose one bit.”
“How noble of her, to allow me to see him. Such honor,” I said, with very obvious irony so that even Hazel could hear it.
She indeed heard it, for she knitted her brows and was silent for once, before speaking again, this time with much less spirit.
“I know that my mom is being a pain in the butt to you, but I ask you not to think ill of her,” Hazel said and got closer to my side of the table. “Even though she didn't lose mobility or eyesight or anything, she had to bear with hardships of her own. I've often thought that her excessively protective nature developed as a consequence of the earthquakes.”
“The earthquakes?”
“You know, the earthquakes that hit Reborn about 10 years ago. They wrecked the city, I hear, but they also destroyed our home because we are situated under Ametrine mountain and that means avalanches can be the end for us. Speaking of, there was one quite recently, but it was on the other side of the mountain which is more prone to it.”
“So you lost your eyesight 10 years ago?”
“Yep. A block of wood hit my head and apparently damaged my ocular nerves. My dad was the one to pull me out of the house, but he also got his lower half nearly squashed. We made it though, and that's all that counts.”
I didn't say anything else, because I supposed she had to be hiding her bitterness under the brightness of a smile.
“I think I know the meaning of your silence, and you're right to imagine that losing my eyesight at barely 10 years of age was devastating to me. I could no longer walk by myself without bumping and falling, I couldn't eat without making a mess, and I couldn't even attend normal classes at school or play with my friends like I used to. That's what I meant when I said I could relate to your bitterness, because even if I'm truly content with myself now, there was a about half a decade when I was angry at everything, because I wanted my eyesight back.”
I didn't know what to say, and, to be honest, wished Hazel would stop talking about this topic. Yet, I knew that was only a manifestation of the guilt I felt for having, and taking for granted, that which Hazel probably wanted the most in the world.
“My relationship with my parents was also not great after the accident. They tried to teach me to live with my disability, but I refused to do it. I don't know why. I guess the teenage hormones didn't help my mood,” Hazel chuckled, but as a teenager myself, I couldn't laugh. “I remember my mom would ask me to do the chores and I'd do them terribly on purpose, blaming my lack of proper eyesight. Many sessions of therapy eventually made my ill-humor go away, but then I began to realize how monotonous and meaningless my life was. When the anger from the accident cooled down, what came next was depression.”
Hazel paused and smiled at me.
“I think you are still in the anger phase. That's not good, but it's better than being depressed. I accomplished more in life being angry than when I was sad.”
“Anger is a driving force, for sure, but it clouds judgment more than usual. I can speak from experience; made many mistakes that could've been averted had I kept a cool mind.”
I remembered the recent times when I got badly beaten up in 7th Street because I couldn’t hold back from fighting when someone triggered me. Then there was the one too many time when Archer and his gang set me an icy trap because I barged in without no plans other than to beat his ass up. If King were alive, he’d scorn at my lack of improvement. When I was in the Underworld, I was spoiled in a sense, because Wolfie had always kept cool for the both of us even in the face of adversity. Yes… she was good at keeping my emotions in check, starting when we were just kids.
I felt my throat shrink into a knot as a memory of her last moments alive flashed behind my eyes. Even in her last moments, she didn't drown in desperation from her early demise, but went with a serene expression.
“-you think?”
I had drifted away to thinking about my cursed short-temper down to Wolfie, and missed what Hazel had been saying, but I answered the question with “yes” to pretend I had been listening.
“I don't think you were listening, but that's alright. I didn't say anything important anyway,” she said, totally seeing through my mind.
“Sorry.”
“Don't be. I'm the one boring you with my tale. It's just that you reminded me so much of my younger self, I wanted to tell you things can get better. I met Arthur, and together with my now-peacefully-resting therapist, he helped me break out of my melancholy.”
“You mean, your brother?”
Hazel laughed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to make that clear, didn't I? Silly me,” she said, and scratched her head like her father did. “Mhm, but my sixth sense says to wait like two minutes. Introductions are better made in person, don’t you think?”
I didn’t know what she meant, but just as Hazel had predicted, the front door opened minutes later. I reacted to the creaking with a simple turn of the head, but when I saw who was standing there, I stood up so quickly that my wooden chair fell back with a clatter. The man at the door stood holding the knob, perhaps for balance or because he was frozen in place. He looked as though he’d seen a ghost, but that was probably not owed to my albinism but instead to my murderous aura.
“What is she doing here?” asked Arthur, except I knew him by another name.
“Do you know each other already? Oh, you must’ve met when Vanilla became an honorary member of the police department, after all,” Hazel said with enthusiasm that neither of us two shared.
“No, we met under very different circumstances,” I said.
After all, the first time I met Archer, it was when I was breaking the law in Everland, and when we met again, it was when he was breaking the law.
I contemplated my options. I could fight him right then and there, but that would only make Mrs. Gwendolyn more hostile against me. She might not allow me to see Aladdin, if she finds out I beat the crap out of her ‘son’. But what else was I supposed to do? Shake our hands and have tea at the same table? No way.
However, when I stepped forward, I felt my skirt being pulled back. I looked down and saw Pikachu, probably making a judgmental face, even though I could not actually read his expression.
“I was just telling Vanilla how you came here around a year ago, and did me and my family so much good,” Hazel said, filling the tense atmosphere. "That's why I call him my brother, even though we're not related, Vanilla."
I looked at Archer with incredulous eyes.
“Just because I didn’t do much good to you, doesn’t mean I couldn’t help others,” he told me. “After all, I’m a police officer. My job is to fight the bad people and help the good ones.”
“Police officer my a-” I was going to say, but Archer cut me short with a loud voice.
“Ah! Ah!” he shouted. “I brought some sweet treats for you. I’ll place them on the table to eat them later.”
He walked in long strides over to the table and dropped the plastic bag he was carrying on top of it. Then, he whispered to me that he had some stuff to talk to me.
“Sorry, Hazel. I have something urgent to tell Vanilla. It’s unfortunately confidential information I can only tell to another member of the Reborn Police.”
He said and was going to grab my arm, but I slapped his hand away. Don’t you dare lay a finger on me, I told him with my eyes.
We walked outside, where Arthur judged no one would hear us.
“Listen, I know I’m in no place to demand you anything,” he said. “In fact, I’m in your hands. I admit it. But I am pleading you: please don’t tell any of this family that I’m part of a gang.”
“You mean the leader of a gang,” I corrected, but Archer ignored me.
“They think that I’m a police officer, and I’m not lying when I say I really did try to find employment as one here,” he continued. “But you can imagine how hard it was to do that, given that my record is ruined, mind you, thanks to you.”
“Why are you even in this house? You aren’t even Hazel’s brother or anything. It’s so random.”
“I used to go from house to house asking for a place to stay,” he explained, then he looked at me funnily and said, “If you’re thinking, ‘How pathetic. You couldn’t just sleep outside like the homeless in Peridot Ward’, then I’ll tell you that going from sleeping in a comfy bed to sleeping on a dirty blanket on concrete isn’t an easy task.”
I may or may not have been thinking that, but sure.
“These people gave me a chance to stay and treated me like one of their own. I don’t want them to know that I’m lying about my job. That’s the only lie, after all. I’ve been otherwise very honest about where I come from and that I used to be a police officer there and all that.”
I was silent, and placed a hand under my chin as though I was deep in thought.
“What do you think, Pikachu?” I asked my friend who had followed behind me. “I think I should ruin this man’s whole career, after the low quality treatment I received.”
Pikachu twirled around on the spot. Not sure what that meant.
“How about I tell them that you were part of a crime syndicate when you were in Everland? And that you used your father's political influence to wipe off my accusations? Don’t think you have the upper-hand. If we go down, we’ll go down together.”
We looked at each other like two hyenas might when they fight over their meal.
“Fine. I need to see f*ckface, so until I’m done with that, I can’t have them raising their scum radars. Mrs. Gwendolyn appears to have a talent for that.”
Archer’s facial expression softened.
“It’s good to know that you’re a person with understanding, at least,” he said and extended his hand.
“I’m not going to shake your filthy hand,” I said. “We’re never going to be on good terms.”
Once finished our negotiations, I went inside the house.
But, to drive the message home, I shut the door just when he was coming in so that he would break his nose or something.
*Apparently blind people learn eating manners by locating the food items as if the plate was a 12 hour clock.
VANILLA RATES: REBORN CHARACTERS
SpoilerNun yet... just wait one more chapter...
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9 hours ago, nepeta100 said:
day 413 of thamill having very little healing items before a boss battle
haha I think I like that tbh because he can't healing spam through tough battles
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Day 227: Ttar still hasn't figured out that Lumi and Eve are part of ZEL
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1 hour ago, Abyssreaper99 said:
Ttar everywhere: This must have something to do with Shade/Savage
tbh when I played the game I was like "savage? oh ok" and forgot about him but now I'm wondering who this savage is and if we'll get to meet him lol
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Can I just say I can't believe man didn't figure out Lumi's diary. "man in black in Team Meteor with 3 consciousnesses fused into one" he says "never heard of such man"
I guess it's been too long since he had a ZEL battle
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59 minutes ago, Devilish said:
Called it. Toldya he was gonna ignore Ame's Rain Dance tip.
but he didn't ignore Ame's beat fire with fire tip
it was expected that he'd struggle with Charlotte, but it was still impressive he managed to win it in 3 tries and without spamming X items. I thought using Explosion on the first turn wasn't going to be great but he proved me wrongo haha Debbie's flash fire really came through though. Idk if Rico really deserved the weakest link, since I think his rapidash also did a die in one turn.
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I was ok with Sirius on our first meeting, but gradually hated him more and then when he incinerated Eclipse's soul and took Aya, my hate rose exponentially
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On 12/25/2019 at 5:32 AM, Evi Crystal said:
I love the moment, when Cain offered himself to be her sparring partner in Pokemon Battles. That's very sweet and kind of him
It’s no wonder he gets pretty high Vanilla rating despite his risqué jokes
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I'm slowly but steadily catching up and lol I find that he also nicknamed a pachirisu "Pikachu" xD
and that the pachirisu did a die soon after...
rip again dear fren
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From Everland to Reborn ~ A fairytale themed run [Last defeated: Adrienn]
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Everland operates with magic vs Reborn's pokemon, which are roughly equivalent. However, Everland doesn't have the internal terrorism that plagues Reborn (Defiance groups are pretty contained in the Underworld, and more so now that Vanilla's is gone), so if an invasion into Reborn were to happen, Reborn as we know it would prolly be over since it's barely withstanding Team Meteor. That's not the reason Vanilla won't expose them, however. The reason would be more that she doesn't want the whole region knowing that she's been involved in controversial stuff in her homeland.
That'd be pretty traumatic, tbf xD I might keep that into consideration for the Devon arc
But yah, if Ame doesn't kill off the protagonist in E19, she'll return to Everland to fulfill her mission... but who will go with her and how... that's something to look forward to eons from now haha