Miscellaneous

Rebelle grumbled to herself as she crouched in the basement store room underneath her squalid shack in the slums of Brookfell, rummaging through the piles of trash and scrap in search of more fuel to feed the starving fire which flickered weakly at the bottom of the battered, rusty trash can in the center of the room. The low-hanging ceiling formed by the floor above was covered with layers of worn plastic tarps and tattered blankets in an effort to trap as much heat in the small subterranean...

Volunteer work would've never in a million years been on Klaus's list of stuff to do or would willingly do. He wouldn't even have agreed to it had it not been Salami who had suggested it as something for him to do on his days off while waiting for the magikarp man to get off of his many shifts, and he still would not have agreed to it had he not been told it would be worth his time to gain his favor with how many scuffles Spicy seemed to get himself in, and as he ...

While it wasn’t a white Christmas, it was still bitterly cold, and Angelo was happy to have heat in his home, and a large fire type to boot. The drive to Wintervale wouldn’t have been worth the trip, and so the man opted to stay home with his Pokemon for the holiday. He quickly shut the door behind him to keep the cold outside where it belonged and shuddered from the cold. Inside it felt nice, and it wasn’t long before he had his whole team hurrying to say...

The house was absolutely crowded, and Iris loved it. All the noise, the joy at seeing each other safe and sound, hale and harty… cinnamon and apple scent clinging to the air - it was nice. Her own brood of Pokemon had grown, adding to the chaos, as did her nieces and nephews. She looked over as Babbu tried to sit on her older brother’s head, and failed spectacularly. He was still getting used to be so big that he couldn’t do that anymore, but he was certai...