Like No One Ever Was (Pokemon SI)

[fireball77]

"A character being 'Worfed' is a term from my world. It came from a series, well several series actually, called Star Trek. Worf was actually in a lot of the different series; however, in Next Generation, where he premiered, he was a tough security officer. However, to show how tough the enemy of the week was, Worf would often lose to them despite his supposed strength, to hype up how tough the threat was. That's where the term comes from," I explained.

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I was today years old when I heard of this
I saw this and I thought: "did the author mean 'nerfed'?"

 

[fireball77]

A Key Stone?! A freaking Key Stone!? Who gives these out? Well, I think Stephen does in the remakes, so ok, maybe it is somewhat normal-ish to get a Key Stone from a Champion, but still.

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Gurkinn gives out like 19? Of then in the XY arc of Pokemon Adventures lmfao, even to people who aren't from Kalos, like Blaine, Blue, and Steven

 

[fireball77]

They're still butt-hurt over Hassel choosing the Elite Four and more modern traditions than staying with the clan, but given what they try to pull six or seven years from now, I don't feel much sympathy for them. At least not on that front.

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Never played SV or watched Journeys
What happened?

 

[fireball77]

Internal snarking aside, I was impressed by his choice. So much so that I immediately called, "Switch," and recalled Phantasm. Super-Effective STAB Fighting attacks are something she hasn't ever experienced before and something I'd rather not subject her to. Honestly, he's a pretty good counter to most of my team.

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Shouldn't Hisuian Zoroark be immune to fighting type moves regardless?

 

[fireball77]

Finally all caught up
Amazing read btw
Will get the Patreon

 

[Skyfyre]

hm, her pokemon is already fully evolved? i expected it to stay mid way for years, since primarinas are big and her mom is more domestic that a battler

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Primarina is her sister's Starter Pokemon, and Cyan did go on a journey and circuit fighting all eight Gym Leaders last year. She's not as good as Nemona is, but Cyan's still decently skilled.

I was today years old when I heard of this
I saw this and I thought: "did the author mean 'nerfed'?"

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No, a nerf would be a deliberate, actual depower of some kind. Being 'worfed' or 'the Worf effect' is when a character that is strong, gets beat up regularly to show off how strong the new threat is.

Gurkinn gives out like 19? Of then in the XY arc of Pokemon Adventures lmfao, even to people who aren't from Kalos, like Blaine, Blue, and Steven

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That is kind of fair, though people like Blaine, Blue, and Steven are fairly important people from other regions.

Never played SV or watched Journeys
What happened?

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Spoiler: SV

Hassel's father pretends to be dying to trick his son to leave his job as an art teacher to get him to return to the Dragon Tamer Clan he grew up with.

Shouldn't Hisuian Zoroark be immune to fighting type moves regardless?

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Flamigo can (and in this case, did) have the Scrappy Ability, allowing them to hit Ghosts with Fighting Type Moves. When the Immunity to Fighting Type Moves is bypassed, then Phantasm is weak to them because she's a Normal Type too.

Finally all caught up
Amazing read btw
Will get the Patreon

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Thank you so much!!

 

[Skyfyre]

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Slowly blinking my eyes clear of sleep, I swept my vision around the room, carefully taking in every detail. Flour, spilled on the counter but only in one corner. Peelings and other small compost on most counters. The stove, still burning hot - I should really turn that off - and causing whatever was in the saucepan to boil. A broken plate, the sound of which woke me up at this early hour. Most damning of all, a cutting board, chopped in half… with the cut carrying on downwards a few inches through the countertop past it.

Finally, I turn my gaze to the two culprits of this mess, a boy smaller than me with wavy brown hair and a Dragon much taller than me with jet-black scales. Neither one was willing to meet my stare, looking away and staring off guiltily.

Mabostiff chuffed loudly at the mess, causing me to turn on him. "Oh, don't laugh; this is your fault."

"Mabo?!"

"You left them unsupervised!"

"Bo bo, tiff!" He barked back, and I sighed, unable to find fault with his logic.

"Okay, fine, it's both our fault; we share the blame for this fifty-fifty," I told the dog, and he nodded his head reasonably. Arven and Bahamut in front of us just looked like they wanted to sink into the ground.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to make something nice, and Bahamut wanted to help. We were making pancakes and- and-" his eyes began to get a little watery, and I shook my head.

"It's fine," I told him, walking into the disaster zone to turn off the stove. "Seriously, we can fix this up- well, most of it," I added, eyeing the counter. To my Haxorus I said, "I didn't know you were interested in baking."

Bahamut perked up his head, nodding eagerly, his tail accidentally thumping against a cupboard and denting it. Withholding a chuckle at his sheepish expression, I reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "That's great to hear. I'm glad you're discovering a new hobby. We can get some cutting boards that can resist your axe blades a bit better and walk you through how to work a kitchen."

I couldn't help but grin at the bright look in his eyes. "And the first step to that is cleaning everything up before the chef finds-"

"What the heck did you do to my kitchen!?" I heard the head chef's voice screech behind me. Calmly, I took the only reasonable option available in this situation.

"Cheese it!" With that, the four of us - two kids, a large dog, and a dragon - raced out of the wrecked kitchen. My spontaneous giggles were contagious, and I heard Arven laughing beside me as we ran away from the scene of the crime. Ahh, I missed this.

***

"Aaaaand done!" Cyan declared triumphantly, putting down her brush. Anya exhaled, her body sagging a bit now that she didn't have to hold her posture. Think she took it a little too seriously/rigidly, but I like the determined side of her. Walking over, I took a look alongside my Psychic Type, curious to see how it turned out.

I let out a whistle. "You outdid yourself, sis. I love how focused she looks. You like it too, right?"

The Gothorita walked up with her arms wide towards Cyan, and my sister knelt down to return the hug… only for my Pokemon to swerve around her, grab the portrait, and run off with it down the hill. "Hey, wait!" My sister called out aghast.

"Haha, guess she really likes it?" I offered, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. "I'll try to get her to give it back." At least it went better than with Bahamut. He changed his expressions and poses constantly, changing his mind as to which one would be the best one. Frustrated Cyan to no end.

Glancing over, I saw him and the rest of my team and Cyan's playing around on the side of the hill, chatting and… Hmm, getting a bit more aggressive. The Moves are low-powered, still play-fighting between them but-

My sister hadn't been paying attention to that, more focused on lecturing me, so she didn't see the Chilling Water coming until it splashed over her. There was a frozen moment where her Pokemon looked over in shock before frantically pointing at my team, Nightwing cackling as she swooped around, and Phantasm rolling on the grassy ground, howling her head off at the prank.

"Prim! Rin Rina!" Cyan's starter cried, alternating between offering apologetic looks to his Trainer and angry looks at my Pokemon. Guess Nighting provoked him, and Phantasm used illusions to make the attack miss.

"Uhh, guess that's one way to cool down?" I offered. The instant I said it, I knew: I fucked up. From the malicious grin that spread across my sister's face, she knew it too.

"You're absolutely right, Nims." She said too sweetly before turning to her team. "Execute Protocol: Water War!" A devious gleam entered the eyes of her team, and soon it was anarchy. Primarina began an orchestra of crashing waves, accompanied by Kingdra's Surf washing the majority of my team down the hill. Toxapex took pot shots at the few that tried to escape, like Nightwing, taking her down with a Scald sniper shot before my Gliscor could fly away, with the newly evolved Quaquavel cutting Dun's escape short too.

I had called on my Aura, flying above the onslaught and away from any stray shots. I believed for a moment I was safe, only to hear something above me. Turning up, I saw Smeargle flying above, a water balloon poised in his hands.

"Oh no," was all I had time to say before he let it drop, drenching me.

As I pushed the water-slicked hair out of my face, I saw my team, washed up at the entrance to our house. On the rooftop, Anya sat, her legs kicking back and forth with a smug smile on her face as she held the painting well out of the splash zone.

"Alright, ha ha-" I began, only to get hit by another water balloon. Sending a baleful glare down at my sister, I continued. "We good now?"

My sister looked faux contemplative for a moment before nodding. While even flying I didn't see what she was holding behind her back, but I could make an educated guess. Lowering myself down, I was ready when she pulled out the third water balloon and flung it at my face. Catching it on a stream of wind, I carried it around my body and sent it flying into her face.

"Truce?" I offered with a shit-eating grin, and she reluctantly shook my hand.

Thus we began the process of drying ourselves off, one greatly sped up by the presence of Radiance (who had been conspicuously left well clear of the splash zone and any attacks; Cyan was clearly still wary of the Paradox Pokemon) generating incredible heat. Phantasm was quite grumpy, her mane taking the longest to dry out, glaring over at Cyan and even baring her fangs once, until a sharp look from me shut that down. She's better at dealing with her ghostly rage now but still needs it pointed out to her at times, like now with Cyan being family and clearly undeserving of hate.

"...How do you do it?" Cyan asked, some strange emotion clouding her voice.

"Hmm? I mean, communicating with your team is all about effort and working together to understand their tells. Humans communicate largely through body language as well; we're just more used to-"

"Not that," Cyan snorted softly. "I mean, how can you fly and practice martial arts and train and study and be- do it all so well?"

I glanced over at my sister. She's not angry at me or even jealous, just frustrated. At herself, for not living up to me. My mouth opened before I closed it again. This isn't the same as it was a few years ago. I'm not just some little kid who's pretty smart now. I'm internationally famous with a music career and incredibly strong Pokemon at my side and even have some research accolades for my work on discovering how to turn Carbinks into Legendary Diancies.

"Hard work… would be putting it lightly," I finally said, turning to stare at my sister. "It was grueling, bone-weary work, driving myself and my team harder and harder. To do everything I wanted so quickly. You don't need to push yourself so hard; I certainly don't intend on doing so anymore."

Cyan's brows furrowed together, a question on the tip of her tongue, and I stilled. Will she press me about why? Will I tell her the whole truth? In that moment, I didn't know. I hated lying to my sister, but I was so afraid about what she might think.

"Do you think you could teach me that Aura stuff?" She asked instead, and I wrapped her in a big hug. It was immediately more uncomfortable than I thought, our clothes still pretty damp, but I didn't regret it.

"You're pretty awesome too, you know. Figuring out how people are feeling and knowing how to respond in the right way… it might be a more subtle talent, but it helps a lot." I said as I let her go, watching as she smiled bashfully. "Yeah, I can work you through that. It's gonna be a lot of hard work, though, and really frustrating at times."

She clenched a fist. "I can handle it; I'm a Glitterati too, after all." Honestly, you're more 'Glitterati' than I'll ever be. Thank you, for being my wonderful big sister.

***

['This must be… the Distortion World'] She said, in the same way I might say 'hell.' Suppose it's fitting, given her Typing.

['My Type is not the problem! This- this terrible regimen is!] Gothorita wailed telepathically, struggling to keep up with the rest of the team as we did a light jog around the province. I was travelling on a far smaller circuit around to keep an eye on them and get my own exercise in. Keeping an eye on them was more important than ever with our newest teammate and how she might be tempted to Shadow Tag others to keep the rest of the team from outpacing her.

Looks like she hasn't yet, even if she's clearly exhausted. The Gothorita was hunched over, panting for breath, but she hadn't once tried to use her Ability to keep the others at her pace. As a reward, I made a subtle motion for the others to take a break, and they stopped alongside me. Gothorita stopped moving too, but I wasn't sure if she actively noticed that or was too tired and just picked up on our lack of movement subconsciously.

"I don't think it's that bad; we're only going at about a quarter or a third as hard as we usually do," I pointed out. Her bright blue eyes stared incredulously at me, mouth hung open in horror.

['How could I have not foreseen what a monster you would be? I should have stayed home in my cave!'] Despite her bemoaning, I noticed that she wasn't actually trying to move away or stop standing. Or throwing out barriers to keep the others away despite Nightwing and Phantasm snickering at her right now.

Ever since she had learned how to use Reflect and Light Screen, she would occasionally use those as a wall to block out 'ignorant fools.' The team generally allowed it, despite the fact that any of them could break through such barriers with ease, through either technique or force, seeing such things as 'funny antics from a little sister.' Huh, I wonder what stuff I do that Cyan thinks the same of me… I'm probably better off not knowing, honestly.

Giving Gothorita a few more seconds to catch her breath, I explained the situation to her. "With our victory against the Elite Four and attendance at Blueberry Academy not due for a few months, assuming I get in, we don't have any major challenges to work towards overcoming in the near future." Especially since I managed to convince Turo to stop his experiment, that's such a relief.

"We'd rather not get out of shape lazing about all day, but I think we can afford to go a lot lighter than usual, so only 2 to 3 hours of training a day for the near future. It helps me get caught up on some of my hobbies and side projects too, and it gives you a chance to get a solid baseline before we kick things up at Blueberry!" I gave her a winning smile, and she gave me a groan, hanging her head in response. Alright, I think that's enough time.

Her head snapped up before I even spoke, recognizing my thoughts or perhaps feelings enough to see what was coming, not that it helped her. "Let's get back to it! Last one to the beach is a slowpoke!"

Gothorita glared but pushed herself to shamble forward, disliking the comparison (if the mental image she transmitted of a big red cross-out superimposed over a Slowpoke was any indication). "Sounds like you need a bit of encouragement. Let's have a little music to accompany us!"

The rest of my Pokemon gave out a brief cheer before I began belting out a tune.

"But I would walk five hundred miles,

And ah, I would walk five hundred more,

Just to be the man who walked five thousand miles

To fall down at your door."



"Dun du dun du dun du dun

Dun du dun sparce dun du dun sparce!" Dun sang along, and I beamed, taking in the fresh air and joy of it all.

The Psychic Type collapsed onto her knees in the sand beside us, and I chuckled. "Alright, that was a nice little warm-up; now we can get onto the real training." She mustered the energy to glare up at me, and I added in an oh-so-innocent voice, "I thought this was what you were prepared for?"

Primly she got up, only wobbling slightly before she brushed the sand off of her dress-like body. I've found that challenging her to live up to her own words and predictions gets a good response from her. She has her own measure of pride, but I can work with that.

"Let's begin," I said before outlining the next step of her training, my team settling in around us.

***

"Osu! Rising block! Osu! Step-through sidekick! Osu! Front block!"

Despite Dendra's call-out, I was a tad too slow in raising my guard, her padded hand striking through. "Ouch!" My sensei called with a wince. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, pushing down the short spike of anger that came and went as fast as the pain had. The blow was fairly light, and she was wearing a target glove, used mostly for me to strike into but could also be used to simulate blows of Dendra's own.

Rather than continue, my teacher took a step back, taking the gloves off. "I think we've got a good baseline," she confirmed. Only half an hour of drills too, that's nice. "You're doing well; you've been keeping up with your practice; you haven't slipped much at all from your journey," Dendra said with a smile and a thumbs-up.

"Mhmm, Athena helps a lot with that. I'm not sure if you've heard of my plans to go to Blueberry in a few months, but I thought I'd join your class till then." Might help me up my game. I didn't miss how she said I haven't slipped 'much at all.' Heck, even staying the same would show stagnation, and I'm sure that part of it is just me getting faster and stronger from growing up and relying on that to make up for technique in places.

"Sounds great! Always happy to have you back. Honestly, you basically started this whole thing," she admitted as we walked back to the gear locker, putting our gloves and pads away. The proper class was set to start in half an hour; this was just a bonus review I'd asked Dendra for, worried I might not be ready to keep up with everything her advanced class had learned.

"No, this was all you. You gathered all these students and have been training them for over a year now, turning this place into the greatest dojo in Alfornada!" Which, admittedly, has little competition; there are only like four other dojos in the city. Human Martial Arts just aren't as popular here as they were in my world, and even then, they could be somewhat niche to practice.

The rest of my words were very true, though; I'd had little involvement in what the dojo had grown into. I'd had to drop out from regular practice to focus on my journey and training for it just before the first new students joined, so I was a little nervous about meeting all of them.

Taking the time to meditate, I centered myself, reaching for my Aura to help soothe me. Amazing how just a few years ago, I could barely touch the power within my soul, how much of a struggle it was. Now I do so to relax.

When the first students came in, Dendra quickly greeted them and introduced me, though it seemed she had already told a few stories about me. Combined with my new reputation, it left the teenagers and tweens a bit intimidated.

Our sensei quickly broke down those barriers, working us out too hard for anyone to care about me being a Champion or her first student. But not her best, not anymore. It was mostly only a couple of older teens that were better than me, but I could see signs that those few had indeed surpassed me. In skill, not power; if anything, I could overpower them with Aura, but I made sure to cut back on that temptation.

After the class was done, we chatted for a bit, and I watched the dozen or so students amble out, waiting behind to talk with Dendra. "What do you think?" She asked excitedly.

"I think they're great-" 'kids' I want to say, but that's weird. I'm a kid, younger than they are even. Ok, gotta save this. "A couple of them seem really talented."

"I see," she said with less exuberance than I expected. At my questioning glance, she chuckled. "Sorry, forget that you aren't a mind reader too sometimes; you're sharp. I was just hoping you might get along with those kids. They're good-"

"And perfectly polite, but… no, we aren't clicking. They've probably got their own friend groups and stuff already formed," I explained, trying to ease any sense of worry or responsibility on her part. My Champion rank put another awkward social divide between us, as much as no one said it aloud. The truth is though, I'm pretty weird for a nine-year-old. Honestly, it's amazing I've made as many friends as I have. Speaking of…

"Besides, we've got that thing tomorrow. Are you and Tulip down for joining us?"

She gave me a small smile but shook her head. "Sorry, we're just too busy with my classes and her modeling, plus it's not really our scene. But say hi to everyone from us, and you know you can always talk to me or Tulip, right?"

I surprised the young woman by giving her a quick hug. "I know. Thank you. But I think things are looking pretty good overall."

***

"We all got popcorn?" My simple question was a bit more complicated than it seemed; with myself, Arven, and eleven Pokemon, some of whom had very different physiologies and diets, preparing the 'popcorn' for everyone was a good half-hour task.

Thankfully, Arven was (with heavy supervision) up to the task. He and I had a regular bowl of popcorn, with Dun in easy reach of our popcorn or the jerky strips gathered on a plate for Bahamut and Nightwing. Athena, Mabostiff, and Phantasm had a canine-based Poketreat bowl (and I thanked Arceus that the two Pokemon best able to see through Phantasm's illusions were paired up with her to stop any attempts at 'stealing' the food bowl). There was a large charging station set up for Miles, Radiance, and Miraidon, though the latter mostly didn't care for it, producing more electricity naturally than we could feasibly feed them. Instead, they happily snacked on a sandwich. Notch needed no bowl, able to conjure a diamond from midair and snack on them if they felt like it (apparently they'd gained an appreciation for the precious stones from our previous experiments mixing diamonds in with their food to see if that might be the key to transforming them; they claimed that the taste was something like potato chips for humans).

Anya knelt in front of me, a ribbon wrapped around one of my hands while she held a bowl of peanuts in front of her. It was at that point I knew the name was perfectly fitting - which is why my Gothorita had chosen it just before I could say it, eager to show off how 'great' her precognition was.

The thirteen of us were sitting in the theater room, getting ready to start. It wasn't the size of an actual theater, thankfully, but it was at least twice as large as the living room in my old life, so there was plenty of room for all of us and the food dishes, water glasses and bowls, and a wide assortment of pillows and blankets to let us lounge about the room. We had a projector to display our chosen films across the large blank wall and an amazing sound system to go with it. "Everyone ready?"

I got a round of affirmations from Lacey and even Amethio on my phone. He's made it clear that he won't show up at least half the time, but I'm glad we can get him out of his shell a bit for stuff like this. I invited Friede and the rest of the Rising Volt Tacklers, but they had to decline due to how much they fly around everywhere and their very irregular schedules. Hey, wait a minute.

Lacey asked what I was thinking first. "Kieran? Carmine? How's it going on your end?" When I proposed this idea of all of us watching movies together synchronized, with us all video calling each other, I hadn't expected her to get so into it. Then again, while she does most of the organizing, I think Arven might be the most excited out of all of us for this. That was probably because the specter of all of us leaving for a different school still loomed over him, and I was more than happy to make sure we'd have some way to stay in touch.

I'd thought long and hard about how to deal with the overlapping sounds of the movie playing from multiple screens while still being able to talk to each other throughout; for some movies, mocking them as they went on was half the fun! In the end though, it turned out to be a fairly easy fix: Simply asking the Rotoms to filter out the movie sounds during the call (that and an app to help with that, but the Pokemon in the phones really did the fine-tuning to make it all work so smoothly).

"Just a minute, Sis took too long in the shower-"

"Shut up, Kiki!"

A glance at their video display showed Carmine roughly settling in beside her laughing brother in their bedroom, the girl's hair still obviously damp. The blinds were closed, but I saw a bit of the dawn sunlight peeking through.

It's pretty early for them, unfortunately. But we can't really set a later time - some of the movies we pick go on for two and a half or even three hours, and if we started them any earlier, it'd be cutting into Lacey's bedtime.

"What are we watching this week?" Carmine asked, and I debated vigorously in my mind with my response. Pun, or mocking her for being so distracted? Distracted, or pun?

"Exactly!" When my joke failed to land, I followed the basic rule of comedy: explaining it to enhance the humor. "'What are' or Water!" The groans I received from every human (and a few of the Pokemon) clearly showed the genius of my humor.

"I can't wait till we get to my pick next week: A Girl in Kalos," Lacey said dreamily. I rolled my eyes. I mean, really? It'll probably be a decent film, but with a title like that, it's gotta be a cookie-cutter romance flick. If I were being honest, part of my disdain likely also came from the fact that the issues with gameplay and storylines in Gen 6 made it my least favorite region, which probably wasn't fair to the actual region itself.

Before we wasted too much time talking, I told everyone to get ready, and when they all confirmed to be standing by, we started the film I had chosen: 'Primal Waters in Ancient Hoenn.' It's a bit of a niche pick, I'll admit, but I think this pseudo-documentary/speculative historical film should be fun. It's got a lot of great reviews, at least. And if it's not, then hopefully at least it'll be the kind of bad that's still fun in its own way.

I was sure that with all my friends gathered here, we'd have a great time regardless. Settling down, we watched the documentary of Kyogre and what Hoenn's best filmmakers had put together on the Legendary Pokemon of the seas.

***

"Why did Kyogre look so good in those shots from before when now they look…"

"Like a bunch of bad CGI?"

"Yeah."

"Probably used some actual footage they had for the dramatic splash shots to build tension in the introduction at the beginning, but now that we need to see Kyogre in focus…"

"Why do we need them up close and in focus? I liked the splash shots better."

"Because this is the climax of Jan and Hei's dramatic reunion! Of course we need to see them!"

['I could do with seeing less from them; I can't feel a thing from either one of them.']

"That's because it's a film; you won't be able to sense their emotions, and even actors might not be fully embodying those feelings they display."

"Huh?"

"Oh, I was just telling Anya-"

['I get that; I'm saying their acting is wooden.']

"Snrk. You're not wrong, though."

"Oh boy, here comes a big wave! Wait, Miraidon, don't hide under the pillows; you're fine here!"

"How are they not shivering from all of that? It's ocean water, and a ton of it just landed on them. They're going to get hypothermia."

"Meh, Quagsire could wall that."

***

Yeah, all in all…, this idea went even better than I thought it would.

Spoiler: A/N:

A few snapshots of Nemona's daily life now that she's off the daily grind. I had fun with the joint movie watching idea, figured it would be a fun way for them to stay in contact. Hope the dialogue at the end wasn't too confusing with it not saying what character said what and just giving a general feel of the scene.

If you liked the chapter, feel free to leave a comment down below or on the Discord. And if you want to read more and have a bit of money to toss my way, I have a a Kofi and a Patreon, subscribers to the latter get early access to the next ten chapters. Thank you, and I hope you have a great day.

 

[trudny1]

Especially since I managed to convince Turo to stop his experiment, that's such a relief.

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I'm kind of disappointed in MC that she did this whole important conversation with the goal of preventing regional catastrophe through a simple video call, like she couldn't be bothered to walk up there and talk to him.
I guess you needed a way for him to lie and MC not being able to detect it with aura, but still feels weird, as if he went openly against her all she would've done would be giving him prep time.

 

[Skyfyre]

I'm kind of disappointed in MC that she did this whole important conversation with the goal of preventing regional catastrophe through a simple video call, like she couldn't be bothered to walk up there and talk to him.
I guess you needed a way for him to lie and MC not being able to detect it with aura, but still feels weird, as if he went openly against her all she would've done would be giving him prep time.

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I do understand this criticism but there were some complicating factors for this scene.

For one, she had already asked him to delay his experiment (back when she caught Radiance) and that took several weeks for her to resolve that, the final gym battle, Notch's transformation, and beating the Gauntlet. She worried that hoping he'd wait longer would push his patience too far, and she had no clue how close he was to bringing in the second Miraidon and potentially dying. Secondly, getting an in-person visit would take a long time. The game makes it seem very easy, but Area Zero is a very dangerous place, and expeditions down take quite a bit of prep work. Given the aforementioned time crunch, Nemona did not feel like it was worth it. Yes, there were definitely mistakes made here (she didn't quite realize how adversarial this would make her seem to him since she's warning him for his own good, etc.) but I hope that it still feels reasonable why she did it the way she did.

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter
The Journey continues
Cheers!

 

[Genilea]

Meh, Quagsire could wall that

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Her sister trolling by bringing past 'childhood' blurbs is funny