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He glanced around- The woods were dark, and spooky, but nothing seemed much to be happening. Nothing unusual of woods, at least. He picked carefully though the misty ground, eventually moving to pick up ghost Pepper, so that she could see above the thick fog.

<What are we looking for?> She whispered, squinting into the darkness. Red Vel shook his head.

"Answers. I don't know."

FREEFORM BATTLE

BATTLEFIELD: A casual coffee shop, with plenty to drink and snack on. The walls are comfortable wood, and there are plants in the corners. Oh, also, out front past the patio seats is a small arena of playground-rubber, for little pokemon to fight.

RULES: Single, 1v1, I'll start :3

Red Velvet sat in the coffee shop, sipping on his frappe. Ghost Pepper was standing at the counter, a soft sigh escaping her- she was way, way too short to be seen. "Come here, babe. You can have some whipped cream." Red Vel drawled, sitting lax in his chair. This was nice, and peaceful. Calm and soothing.

Too soothing.

『Red Velvet』 said:

There you are.

『Red Velvet』 said:

Thought you were getting out of this unscathed?

『Red Velvet』 said:

Foolish.

『Red Velvet』 said:

Teleport to the arena.

『Red Velvet』 said:

Join mine.

『Red Velvet』 said:

Unless you're a coward?

『Red Velvet』 said:

See you soon, Ali.

『Red Velvet』 said:

- Cats

Red Vel looked at Kazuki, especially as he began his… arts ‘n crafts project. “Yeeeep,” He agreed. “Bro, I’ll give you the clickbaity-est title I can.” Jokes aside… This was the person Tarou was in love with? A guy who picks fights and-

Crucifies a worm?

Red Velvet crossed his arms, looking up at the thing. Kazuki was… making himself a stake (was the bird supposed to be a vampire?). This was absolutely going sideways.

Kazuki got himself in a fist-fight with the law, ozone had scampered off to tag something, and Red? Well, he decided to use his braincells, since no one else was.

“Hmm…” The shape of the bird on the paper… that was a Delibird (Thank you, countless episodes of Pokemon and thus doubly-countless who’s-that-pokemon endcards). In the canon games, they were exclusive to snowy-slash–icy areas, and… um, they sucked. 330 base stats, two levelup moves-

Smogon absolutely hated it, but this wasn’t a mainline game, and the (stat) points don’t matter.

All that said, maybe the fuckers going to the Alps had a point.

Red Vel cast his eyes to Oz, who… had stolen a christmas tree (or- whatever the pokemon equivilant was. Presuming there was no Orthworm Jesus figure), and was painting it garish colors. For the bird.

Gods, he needed to play this game more often. This was bonkers.

Red Velvet closed his eyes in thought. This was going off the rails- so he had to think just as wild. What was the thing least likely to work?

It was picking up Tango for all of one minute, until the torchic had shed some feathers, and then it was swiping one of Oz’s four millionty cans of spray paint.

Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, red feathers.

Red Vel gracelessly tossed them around the scene of the crime. “There we go- bona fide evidence.”

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Red Velvet straightened, taking a long, slow breath before leaving the Shrine, and heading deeper into the wilderness of the Timberland.

Tarou had said the woods had- showed him something. More horrors, but different from Mistra- but that they’d given him something, too. Bria had brushed it off then, but now?

He crept through the woods, dry branches snapping underfoot, Ghost Pepper following close behind.

When a Wild PKMN appears, reply using the ATTACK button to weaken it! But watch out— it might fight back! If your PKMN faints, you must go to the closest SHRINE to restore your PKMN. When the Wild PKMN's HP reaches 10% or below, up to 2 players may spend 25 BYTES to catch it here. You may also simply retreat to end the encounter. Retreating succeeds automatically.

Red Vel hadn’t logged in since… uh, before the con. Since the whole Mistra deal, and the- whatever that was. But, Tarou was all tangled up in it, still. He could be brave about this.

It was a game, and nothing more.

Still, he’d gone a bit off the beaten path- Most everyone was at the dog park down a ways. Cats were... well, old hat at this point. So, it was quiet here, the cats inside forsaken and forgotten.

Quiet, and room enough to think. Red Velvet reached out, unlocking the door, and starting the trial anew. Patrat scurried across the floor, a carpet of pokemon, dispersing until only a small handful remained-

Just 10.

Brianna's head canted to the side. Tarou had always been big about... personal safety. Beyond the stranger-danger stuff everyone gets. Early self defense lessons. Private phrases to know if something actually happened to him, or if it was a story to lead her somewhere. The dangers of people trying to befriend her without sharing their name or face.

People acting really fucking weird in a role they should not be so weird in.

Like... whatever the hell this clown was doing. "Uh... huh." She said, very obviously not buying the bit. "Dad, do you want a picture with Moltres?" She called back, not taking her eyes off of Stranger Danger Himself.

"Listen- I have to go. Be good for Miri, okay? Goodnight." And, finally, he was actually paying attention enough to come over. To that end, Bria, like a little bastard, reached out and grabbed Danger by the wing-flipper. "C'mon! It'll be cute."