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New years gift no.1 @gregnas-the-grouch

HAPPY NEW YEARS BUD

(( Holy heck and a half, tis an unexpected, but delightful way to end the new year. Much appreciated for drawing my dapper lad, Niq. ))

Is this Bao?

(( God dammit, Sol. That made me fucking laugh my ass off! ))

Baozhai was busy watching Yemir roughhouse with Xun, her tall assassin. The rogue, needless to say, had an unamused look on his face. Clearly tired dealing with the Gallade’s nonsense. How fortunate that, for a Cofagrigus, Xun was quite speedy, easily keeping a distance from the yelling Gallade. Whatever thoughts Baozhai was musing over, they were soon interrupted by the Absol. 

Her amber eyes slowly shifted towards the biped, making note of the creature’s myriad assortment of scars dotting its body. The intense anger emanating from his face. “My, aren’t you quite the looker.” Baozhai chuckled lightly, though she paused upon the creature’s inquiry. Her eyes narrowed, though behind that helmet, one couldn’t tell if the ghost felt amusement at such a question. Or just outright pity.

“No, I suppose I don’t, even if my relationship with death is oh so peculiar.” The ghost mused. “Either way, why would it matter if we spent eternity as a wraith or passed on to some sort of afterlife that spirits are meant to go? A dimension where we live the rest of our endless existence as some geist, frolicking in eternal paradise or unending torment. How dull and pointless. No change, no unforeseen outcome. Just… A static existence.” Baozhai spat with disgust in her voice.

“Do not be so quick to welcome death. Or you may lament the loss of whatever you held dear in this world, little as it may be… Then again, I suppose one could say I suffered from the opposite problem, back when I was alive…” And with that, the armored clad phantom went silent, eyes eerily more intense than usual.

(( We’ve all heard of Pokemon, but what about Pokermon, am I right?

Horrible puns and my insatiable lust for Italian mafia themes aside. This was one hell of a commission, drawn by the wonderful @s0s2

A pricey picture, but worth every penny. Thanks for the drawing, ol’ buddy. :D

Art belongs to Steff.
Characters belong to me. ))

Devout in her teachings, an abomination, she will not abide. While the conflict between siblings escalates, the sky will shake and tremble. The devastation of a forest, the prelude to a god’s wrath.

While your eyes are centered at the foe before you, he plots and schemes. A million experiments, an army of mindless tools and an unstoppable juggernaut at his side. Accept his truth, for there is only one.

Another contribution to Whisper’s menagerie of misfits and freaks. A dance of steel and claws, her epitaph is one of glorious death and a sanguine sea.

( So, I’ve come to a bit of an indecision here.

After I reach a bit of a checkpoint with Yemir and Baozhai. Should I diverge to Eudai’s side of the story a bit?

Or

A certain somebody whom I’m sure you all miss the antics of.

Completely. ))

Most of the group stared at the Charmeleon with uncertainty. But it was Baozhai who seemed the most taken aback of all. The Cofagrigus could only watch as this fire lizard ramble in the most nonsensical way possible. His insanity tearing apart at every corner of her mind as she tried to piece together any sense of meaning. But there was as much meaning as there wasn’t itchiness in that sweater. Unfortunately for Baozhai, that sweater looked very itchy. 

In the end, before she could say anything, she made notice of Yemir pulling out a pack of brats. How the midget cooked the meats so eagerly over the open fires of madness. Wisely, she said nothing. Just sitting in the Thinker pose, wondering how life had brought her to this very moment. And despair.

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“DID MY WARNING, NOT GET THROUGH TO YOU? HUH?” Kailani was dark blue but she looked like she was about to explode in a red fury.

“WE GONNA, HAVE TO GO, THROUGH THIS AGAIN, HMMMMM???”

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“Ugh, here we go again.” The midget grumbled, turning around, she stared up at the large fish woman with an annoyed look on her face.

“Do ya mind, Blubber Butt? I was enjoying a perfectly good meal here. Then you come around and just ruin the atmosphere. Completely ruined! I’m gonna have to complain to the waitress about this.” Yemir snarked, it was obvious despite being way smaller than the Legendary, Yemir held little respect for the island guardian.

“Poor quality service aside, why are ya bugging me so much? You stalking me? Because I’ve already had enough trouble with that one Porygon fella as it is.” Yemir puffed her chest out a bit. “Yeah, I’m pretty amazing, I know. But please, keep yer admiration at a distance. It’s suffocating me.” Whether or not Yemir was being serious, nobody could tell as the midget hopped on top of Gyarados to be at more of an eye level with Kailani, though she still only came up to the Legendary’s chest. “But please, educate this poor simpleton on why I can’t eat Gyarados in ‘your’ ocean… Fuckin’ hell, this is so obnoxious. I don’t get how Baozhai can talk like this!” Yemir screeched in the air.

“Ah, I was wondering when someone would throw such a question my way.” Baozhai stated in a quiet tone, slowly wiping her blade with a cloth. Her attention unwavering, yet she responded without hesitation.

“Pokemon, much like humans, served a multifaceted role in our clan. Many of the larger, brutish pokemon often served as transportation, cargo holders, beasts of labor or war machines. The most prominent and respected being war mounts for commanding officers. Ah, that takes me back to the old days. My old mount, Zardoth, bless that wretched Garchomp…” Baozhai paused, her mind drifting back into the past, if only for a moment before she regained her composure.

“Where was I? Ah yes. More humanoid pokemon tend to be secondary citizens, higher than a slave, but not quite on the same par as a Sand Reaver. There were exceptions, mind you. Like the Rockbiter Clan of the northwest, known for their forging and blacksmithing. Or the Bloodripper Clan, where they came from, nobody knows. What I do know is that they’re as effective as being medics as they are at terrifying everyone. Even some of my own kin are wary of them.”

At that last part of Urami’s inquiry, Baozhai’s eyes narrowed at the Swampert. Her hand paused, gently hovering over the hilt of the sword, rather than the hilt. She quickly resumed her cleaning duties, her intense eyes never left Urami out of their sight. “I’ll forgive your transgressions, merely for the fact I assume them to be born of ignorance, rather than contempt. No, as hard as it is to believe. Not all human civilizations born in arid areas were into humping other species. Degeneracy at its finest. Were it up to me, I’d have ensured such… Pleasant individuals were never capable of breeding for the rest of their miserable lives. Lest they taint the world with their damaged genes.” The ghost growled, returning her attention to her sword.

It seems as though that last comment has left Baozhai in quite the irritable state, as she had been wiping her blade more swiftly than usual.

Baozhai was busy conversing with the other Cofagrigus, yet, soon as Celosia appeared, Xun and Hui shot the flamboyant plant a curious look while Guo snorted, turning his head to the side. Clearly the large warrior did not care for people snooping into his personal conversations. CHuckling at her compatriot’s demeanor, the amazonian ghost approached Celosia in a rather nonchalant fashion. “Pay no heed to Guo. He’s not exactly fond of strangers… Or most people for that matter. Never much for social interaction.”

Upon Celosia’s inquiry, a rather sly smirk spread across Baozhai’s face. Almost as if she relished conversing about her undeath. Yet as she spoke, one could feel the bitter sarcasm roll off her in waves. “Ah yes, you mean the lovely little state we’re in now? No, I do not care for this form, nor do my people. For us, death is the final destination. The eternal slumber. To disrupt such a cycle is… Ill willed, to put it lightly.”

The ghost paused, hearing Celosia throw out the offer of being sent into purgatory. And for the first in a long time, it looked like Baozhai was on the verge of laughing. She managed to restrain herself, eyes closed as she flipped her hair behind her back. “No… No, this woman could not, even if she wanted to. See, we’re all under the effects of a curse, a rather powerful one at that. One so vast as to tether my entire race to this world. No simple hex could pull off such a feat.” Baozhai paused, her tone becoming more serious. “Ever heard of conditional immortality? Tricky little thing. All I can say is that I’ve spent a long time looking for a way to return to the grave. But until then…” Baozhai’s eyes wandered over to her people. All who had quite the grim looks on their faces.

“Restarting my empire isn’t such a bad idea after all.”

The miniaturized giant was whistling a hearty tune to herself. Sitting on the soft grass while leaning her back against the trunk of a large tree. She enjoyed these moments to herself. Baozhai and her followers were always so uptight. Felt suffocating to some extent. Yet, her ears perked up a bit upon hearing a friendly voice. Opening one eye, Yemir eyed the shiny Dusknoir that spoke to her.

“Hmm, haven’t seen many of you lumps lately. Surprising, considering what happened not too long ago.” The gremlin muttered to herself. “Either way, yer not wrong about that. All I can say is that dad often told me life is a constant sink or swim. Ya stop for one moment, ya begin to sink. The longer ya sink, the longer it takes to reach the surface again.”

Yemir let out a sigh, stretching a bit as she slowly rose up on both of her feet. Her eyes were heavy, yet, there seemed to be a strange sense of content in them as well. “As for why I’ve never given up, suppose I’m a stubborn bitch like that. Never cared much indulging in self pity or wallowing in despair for long. It’s… Bad. I dunno why people complain about things if they never go about trying to fix it. Almost like they’re addicted to the feeling. That way, they can blame it on everything but themselves.”

“Hate that shit, always have, always will. Maybe it’s a naive way to go about it. But I’d rather give it a go in life, than laying on the ground, never moving forward. Heh, it could be to spite my sis and bro.” There was a small hint of ire in the Gallade’s voice, a jagged grin creeping up her face. “Whisper takes her self loathing out on others. Never cared for trying to fix herself, even when me and my father gave her that second chance she needed. Eudai? His… Betrayal cuts deep, real deep. I’m not gonna pretend it still doesn’t fuck with my head. Because it does. A lot. It’s just that… He accepts things for what they are. Like everything only runs in absolutes. His way of thinking is the only way to go about things. Almost as if it’s destiny that we were to fight…” Yemir paused for a moment, her eyes narrowed.

“… What a load of shit. Destiny can go kiss my ass. Ain’t nothing in control of my actions and future but me. Not them, nor any god will ever take that away from me. Ever.”

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Thanks to the peeps who watched the stream! This is a thing that was circulating around Twitter but I’ll post it here too!

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