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kettouryuujin · 2 years

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Nobility AU - Mai

[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokérus AU and @jade-nargacuga's Pokérus: Ghosts]

Warden Mai stared at her charge, blinking - and wobbling a bit, given her weakening legs. “You… want me to walk with you?”

*Snort* “Wyr.”

“...alright then… I…guess we’ll get going.” A sigh as the pair started off from the middle of the Fieldlands. The Diamond Clan member wasn’t sure why her Lord had called her here. Something about a sacrifice to Sinnoh, for power to protect her Clan and loved ones?

If there was any time Mai disliked how her Lord rarely used his psychic powers to talk with her, this would be it. She couldn’t tell if he was just being cryptic or if he was struggling with what to say!

Well. If the Lord of the Hills wanted her to go on one last walk before her legs became Crobat wings, then who was she to stop him?

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As they trekked into the Mirelands, the Warden couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. She’d been going for quite a ways, and yet her legs weren’t giving out the way a future wing would. If anything, they felt a bit heavier…and stronger! The opposite of how they’d been changing before!

But when she looked down to check, they looked just as purple-tinted and thin as she’d started the walk with. It was… honestly quite the inconsistency. Was her Lord playing a trick on her?

No. When she looked up to check, the Wyrdeer’s orbs weren’t glowing - meaning he wasn’t using any illusions. Maybe she was just getting her hopes up… well, if doing so made this trek more enjoyable, then so be it.

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Approaching the “hand” of the lower Coastlands, the pair stopped to take a breather. Thankfully, Mai had brought some water with her on their trek - something both Noble and Warden appreciated. Still, was it her, or did the Noble seem slightly…smaller? No, everything seemed a bit smaller. How strange.

The Lord still wasn’t using any illusions, but…something still felt off about this whole thing. She just couldn’t put a finger on exactly why. She had no doubt that her Noble had the best interests in mind, however, and soon they set off once more.

As Firespit Island came into view, happy barking could be heard across the plateau. Sounds like that Pearl Clan warden finally wised up…

But as they crested the slope, the sights didn’t quite match the sounds. For one, she could still see the young Growlithe there, playing with a larger - and slightly clumsy - Arcanine. A sibling? No, the Arcanine was female. To her knowledge, there weren’t any female Growlithes that had been deemed worthy of succession. And over there, in the water - since when did Lord Basculegion have a blue stripe? For that matter, why would a male Basculegion have a blue stripe? Weren’t they supposed to be pink?

Before she could ponder this more, a nudge from the side sent her stumbling. “Deer.” Apparently, the Lord of the Hills wanted them to get moving once more. So with a sigh, Mai continued on her trek - thinking about what she’d seen the whole way through.

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They continued into the Icelands, the low temperatures making Wyrdeer’s Warden shiver. Ugh, how could those Pearl Clan people survive this? Even Sabi had to wear so many layers to do her job here.

Then again, maybe she remembered the temperature being worse than it was? The persistent shivering wasn’t quite as bad as she was recalled, even though her coat felt taut against her.

…taut? That wasn't right. She had to shrink to become a Crobat, not grow… maybe her size was just further down the line? Possible, but as Mai looked to her Lord’s softly glowing orbs and recalled the path they’d taken so far, she was starting to suspect something else was going on.

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They did not enter Jubilife Village - Showing there, even slightly changed, would only end poorly with the prejudices those people had. Instead, they wrapped around, past the Fieldlands border and into the Highlands of Mt. Coronet.

Climbing the treacherous cliffs was difficult enough without the aid of Lady Sneasaler, but Lord Wyrdeer led one nevertheless. Mai did her best to follow, stepping with the utmost caution.

For most of the way, she held firm. For most of the way, she was able to slowly follow the Wyrdeer’s measured pace. For most of the way, when he looked back Mai was still there, if not unsteady.

For most of the way, her legs didn’t give out from under her.

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Crying out as she fell, Mai tried her best to grab onto something - anything - but it was like it was all out of reach! A tear came to her eye - was this the end? Passing whilst following the Lord of the Hills on a trek along his Trial route?

Well… it was far from the worst way to go, at least.

“WYR!” Uff! Or maybe her Lord could catch her in Extrasensory…that worked too.

As she was gently lowered down, Mai looked at her legs… and winced. They were both bending at a rather odd angle, yet the sharp pain of broken bones wasn’t there. Instead, it was a dull ache - a weaker version of the pain she’d been used to.

Once she was on the ground, she grunted, trying to stand…and failing. Of course. “...Lord Wyrdeer… what are you doing?”

The Lord blinked, then sighed as his orbs ceased their glow. As the light faded, the Warden saw a small white muzzle in her field of view, her nose brown and engorged. Looking down, she saw the fingers of each hand shrinking away into her tan wrists - all but one, which was extending and darkening.

“...Are you…bringing me into your herd? Why?” This was…a peculiar action for any Lord to take. Then again, turning into a Pokémon was peculiar to begin with.

The Lord just approached, a sad look in his eyes as he nuzzled his changing Warden. Sensations of fear pulsed through her mind, followed by an urge to protect. “You… you think I’ll be safer like this?”

Affirmation. “But…it still leaves me a Pokémon, not a human…” Irrelevance. “It’s for something else?” Affirmation once more. “...me becoming a Stantler… lets you protect me, huh?” The Lord let out an amused chuff and backed away. The soon-to-be-ex-human sighed, slowly getting onto four pseudo-hooves. “Well… I suppose if this is how the Lord of the Woods wishes to protect a member of his Clan, who am I to deny him?”

The said Lord looked a bit startled but nodded, turning around. The pair had fortuitously landed back in the Fieldlands, and Deertrack Heights was not far away.

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As the Wyrdeer and changing Stantler climbed up the heights, Mai found each step easier and easier to take. It was almost as if her changing body was guiding her along, sprouting instincts ensuring that each brown-ringed hoof landed safely and securely. A welcome change from her slow, unstable walk through the Highlands.

Her mind turned back to the Coastlands - specifically, the Lord and Lady there. Perhaps she was mistaken, and those weren’t the actual Nobles? Lord Growlithe would surely have done something like this to protect his Warden, doting as she was. And she could see the oddly-colored Basculegion as being Iscan, fully changed by his Lord for the same reason Wyrdeer was changing her.

Eventually, they reached the summit, where a familiar pillar of stone had been erected. Once the future Lord of the Hills had trekked to all corners of Hisui, he would come to the top of Deertrack Heights. Once there, he would use his Psyshield Bash to topple the pillar, signifying the completion of the Trial and triggering the new Lord’s evolution. And the first thing the new Lord would do with his Warden was to gather up rocks to make a new pillar, which would stay until the next Trial of the Hills.

The Warden couldn’t help but smile upon seeing the pillar that she and Lord Wyrdeer had years ago. However, the Lord apparently had different ideas as he took position behind and to the side of the pillar. “Er.”

Blinkblink. “W-what is it? You don’t expect me to knock the pillar over, do you?”

“Deer. Wyr-de.” A sensation of consternation.

“You…do? Why? We need it for the next Trial-”

“DEER.” Annoyance and irritation, spiked with a bit of fear.

“...ok then… I…suppose it’s symbolic or something…” Mai sighed, shaking her head - thankfully, her antlers had grown in. Brow furrowed in concentration, she could feel power pooling in her mind, flowing into the twin orbs she now carried.

With a flash, a cloak of energy formed around the almost-Stantler. Not willing to open her eyes and risk losing focus, she charged into the pillar with a *wham!*.

Impact banished the veil of psychic power as the “Warden” (eh? Why the quotes?) was sent flying back, landing near the summit’s edge.

“Er.” Again? A-alright, she’d go again… Getting her limbs under her, Mai stood, concentrating once more. Again, she charged, the field bursting upon impact.

This time, however, she only skidded back a few feet. Opening her eyes, she saw a sizable crack in the pillar. “Umm… right, this is enough rig-”

“ER.” Message received…did her Lord want her to take the whole Trial of the Hills?

“Finally…” Hrm? That…sounded like the Lord, but a bit younger? Ah, no time to dwell on that. She had a Trial to complete.

Closing her eyes once more, she felt the now-familiar crackle of the psychic veil form around her. Taking a deep breath, the cervid centered herself, focusing on the pillar - specifically, toppling it in this blow.

“WYR!” *CRACK!* Indeed, with one final Bash, the pillar had fallen. Opening her eyes, the changed “Warden” (again?) looked at the shattered pillar. It was done… although she wasn’t sure where to get stone for a new pillar.

Wait, wouldn’t the Lady - no, the Lady - the… “What in Sinnoh’s name is going on here!”

“Ler!” Mai’s planned tirade was discarded as the familiar sound of a startled Stantler struck her ears. Turning to face the source, she found what was definitely a spooked Stantler - but he was in the same place her “Lo-”...ugh. Where Wyrdeer was standing earlier. Well, worry later. Comfort now.

Bending down (why was she bigger?), the new Pokémon nuzzled the more experienced one. “I’m sorry for startling you…”

“I-it’s fine…” It took Mai one moment to realize ‘Oh yeah, I can understand other Pokémon now.' Then another to note that the voice was surprisingly young-sounding for the weight it carried. “I wasn’t used to hearing a Lord or Lady’s yells as a Stantler.”

…What.

As she locked up, trying to process what those words could mean, the smaller deer gave the key to the code. “I must say, though, y-you make for a stunning Lady of the Hills, miss Mai.”

A nervous laugh. “N-no, you have it wrong…” But if he had it wrong, then why did that feel so…right? Oh, and she sure sounded like she didn’t believe the younger ‘mon’s word’s either.

So instead, she just looked down at her hooves. The sight of white fur where there had been brown made her backpedal a bit more, stopping just before the cliff edge. Looking back, she was greeted by the familiar light gray of a Wyrdeer’s body, with a snow-white tail at the end.

As the new Lady’s jaw worked in shock, the Stantler - the former Lord - sat. “I-it was the only way to make sure you’d be safe from the things to come, m-ma’am.” Oh, she’d forgotten how much of a scaredy-cat the ex-Lord was before his Trial…and it seems like those old habits had made a comeback.

Welp. Time to woman up and take the lead. “A-alright. I assume the other Nobles are taking similar action?”

“Y-yes’m. We’ve been blessed by Arceus, Dialga, and Palkia to perform these modified Rites.”

“...Who, who, and who?” Blink and head-tilt.

“Ah. Erm… we can talk about them while we get some new stone for your pillar. C’mon.” The now-a-Stantler began descending from the Heights, his old personality at odds with his (ex-)Noble knowledge and experience. With a shrug, Lady Mai followed. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too dramatic a discussion… she didn’t want to startle the young one any further.

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #pokerus au #nobility au #warden mai #Lord Wyrdeer #Wyrdeer #Stantler #Small cameo #The Trial's structure made it hard to keep Mai unaware of her changes the whole time #So I just worked with it.#The bit with the pillar was my own idea #Stantler evolve to Wyrdeer after using agile style Psyshield Bash 20 times #So I wanted an element that reflected that #transformation

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starryoak · 2 years

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You know, originally, because I was introduced to the Nobles out of order, I actually at first assumed that the Nobles had one Lady for each Lord. It’s because I learned about Lady Sneasler and Lord Electrode first, and then Lady Liligant and Lord Ursaluna, so I just extrapolated that there must be a Lord for each Lady and vice versa.

I was actually pretty disappointed that Lady Sneasler and Liligant are the only girls. If it were up to me, the system would be that the Nobles are intrinsically linked, so that the heirs of each Noble are paired, and there would be a Lady for each Lord. Every new generation would be swapped genders, except for the current generation of the Isles, with the little Growlithe that Palina’s raising being a rare exception, confounded by his small stature as a runt.

Lord Wyrdeer would be the Lady of the Woods, Lord Basculegion would be Lady of the Isles, and Lord Braviary would be Lady of the Tundra.

It would balance things out and make everything equal, and I think it’s cool in a way, a Lord and Lady for each land in Hisui.

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egginfroggin · 1 year

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I am itching to get out the fic that I keep alluding to -- the one here -- so to tide myself over, I bring to thee three snippets from said fic.

There are a few references to injury in the second snippet, but nothing too graphic, I don't think.

Something was happening atop Mount Coronet. There was a tear in the sky, a rip rent in reality itself, and all that Akari could think was that the world was really ending this time.

It had been declining lately, after all.

Underbrush cracked under Lord Wyrdeer’s hooves as he ran back down the mountain slopes, bounding and leaping with graceful haste, unease thrumming under his fur and under the skin of the girl on his back as he crossed over into the Fieldlands. Akari clung to his mane, fingers white on his fur, clutching a dinged pokeball in one hand.

It was eerily still.

She yelped as thunder cracked overhead, the same moment that Wyrdeer brayed, anxiety spiking at the sudden startle. Lightning streaked across the sky, and the air started to shift, shimmering with the beginnings of yet another Distortion.

Pesselle didn’t know what Akari and Rei were thinking, dragging a stranger into Jubilife Village during the whole mess that was happening outside, but she did suppose that the man looked quite lost, and his arm was in terrible shape.

She wrapped bandages around and around his limb, covering up the deep claw marks apparently left by a pack of Shinx. Deftly, she ducked, picked up his ankle, and shoved the leg of his pants up to cover the similar marks on his shin.

“Where do you come from?”

That was the Commander – there were far too many people in her little ward, and Typhlosion, sprawled on the cot behind her, was glaring daggers at Kamado as if she could poison him with looks alone. The Fire-type still hadn’t forgiven the man for banishing Emmet from the village, and probably never would.

“Rei?”

Akari’s voice was small, almost timid, and very unlike her.

A lot of things had been unlike her lately.

Rei sighed quietly and shifted on his futon, stopping his unrelenting gazing at the wall to roll onto his back and look across the small space between him and his sister.

“What?” he asked.

She was staring at the ceiling, dark eyes shining in the awful red light filtering through their closed curtains. The sky had been incessantly shifting all day and night, and it had decided to adopt a disconcerting half-light, like a milky, bloody dawn.

“Do you think he blames us?”

That's all for now! Have a good day!

#wtst #akari pla #pokemon rei #pesselle pokemon #hisuian typhlosion #lord wyrdeer #pokemon fanfiction #eggin's writings #ehehehehehe #commander kamado

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troubledsiamese · 4 months

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Celeborn, lord of the plains

Shiny alpha wydeer from legends arceus

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon sv #wyrdeer #shiny pokemon #shiny Pokemon art #legends arceus #alpha wyrdeer #shalpha #pokemon sketch #pokemon volo #pokemon fanart #digital art #Pokemon lord #Pokemon lotr #new artist #new artist on tumblr

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marinecorvid · 1 year

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Reconsidering the next team for my next Legends Arceus playthrough (decided I want some variety and therefore no duplicates from my last team (except for Zoroark, who is cool as as fuck, and Rapidash, who will be shiny this time around). Sho, babygirl, being unsociable and turning back up to Jubilife every few weeks with new evil coded ‘mons and Alphas is NOT helping you beat the Evil Changeling Who Wants To Kill Us All allegations

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #my art #akari #dawn #sho #Kamado (who usually turns up to watch Sho spar with Zisu with grim suspicion whenever the survey corp comes back to Jubilife to restock)#nearly goes into cardiac arrest when she sends out Ungoliant Who Becomes Death (Her Singular Goal In Life Is To Make You Regret Being Born)#She understands why Kamado exiles her. she doesn’t agree and she’s pissed as hell but she understands #HC that Dawn/Sho learned how to ride Rapidash properly in youth and did not hesitate to apply that knowledge in hisui #I don’t think Rapidash is considered a super threatening mon in modern days but in olden times?#strong hooves? horn to stab you with? collective trauma from fieldlands alpha Rapidash? quaking in their boots #much faster than lord Wyrdeer #Kamado has nightmares of her deciding to go full Dothraki

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ghostypetrainer · 2 years

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nobori playing the drifloon balloon-popping mini games (both target practice and the balloon race) over and over...

Akari introduces them to him! He enjoys them- especially the target practice one. He might have a new body, but damned if his throwing arm isn't as good as it ever was back when he was Ingo. He sets a new record each time!

#asks #reincarnation au (but make it ancient)#now I'm just picturing Akari and Nobori riding atop Lord Wyrdeer #Akari's letting Nobori pop all the balloons #they've got a satchel full of rocks. they WILL set a new record

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 2 years

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i think the balloon races in pla came about because the survey corps wanted to see how wyrdeer ran with a human and compare it to other wyrdeer data and mai was like “i mean you can set some balloons up if you want, that’s fine, but i can’t guarantee he’ll want to go anywhere near them” and then it turned out wyrdeer was fucking obsessed with them

#the nemesis speaks #(lord wyrdeer internal monologue) this is great i'm gonna get a good score in balloon pop

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themattekudasai · 2 years

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#zoroart #pla #pokemon #Cabala PLA #Ursaluna #Lord Ursaluna #Ursaring #Teddyursa #Bibarel #Mai PLA #Wyrdeer #Lord Wydeer #Stantler #munchlax

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rogueofsoup · 2 years

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Sooooo

Nobles

I have ideas but none are that good

If all falls copy paste their Wardens personality on them.

Location should be close to where they are found right? Do they have to have jobs? does sneasler even have a job??? (Wait do they stand up? Like bipedal?)

Deer you can make it that monster that gets harassed by Christmas.

Flower could be a performer in hot land funny image if not waterfall and she is what help inspire pink ghost to become a star??? Or a farmer??? All at once? Valley or snoty?

Bear? treasure hunter? Librarian? Healer? ALL the above? Old as sin.

Rock bug fights lots has axes for hand. lumber?

Fish might help the aquarium? Or is just in waterfall? Boat person?

RK9 royal guard with all tragedy included.

Big F for big plate turtle. might work in ground terrain flating?

Bird is in pain being underground. Maybe runs ski lift? day care? Sabi is one of its chicks.

Some of these are actually pretty good, and this actually helped me to think of some stuff!

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The Wyrdeer family line is well known in Snowdin for their regal statures and mannerisms, and they are especially well known for their protective natures. Each new Monster born into the Wyrdeer line has shown signs of a natural protector, and has especially been known for their prominence in the Royal Guard. As such, the latest head of the noble Wyrdeer family Sergeant Obis Wyrdeer has been in charge of the Snowdin branch of the Royal Guard for the past six decades. He figures his young son, Orion Wyrdeer, will be a perfect replacement when he is old enough to take on the responsibility. His second in command, another deer Monster by the name of Mai, was one of many Monsters to challenge him but the first to win. He was willing to offer her his place as Sergeant due to her extensive skill, but she was wholly uninterested in the responsibility that comes along with it. As such, she remains only as a Corporal. Personality-wise, Obis is drier than a desert and more strict than a middle school math teacher. He hardly ever raises his voice, so it's inevitably terrifying when he does. Despite the centuries-long imprisonment of the Monsters in The Underground, he is prepared for an all-out war with humanity the moment the barrier falls. He occasionally spars with Undyne to keep his fighting skills sharp, and on occasion even wins. He has immense respect for her and any other higher-ups, as well as his elders in general no matter their position in society. No one knows how exactly he interacts with his son in private, but in public they seem to treat each other with respect. His physical description is a very tall, bipedal, muscular monster with very fluffy gray and white fur (including a large white beard) and impressively large antlers with floating orbs hovering perfectly still in the middle gap of each antler. His legs bend in a similar way to the back legs of a deer with large sturdy hooves at the ends, and he has four thick white fingers on each hand. Despite what some may believe from his gray and white fur and impressive beard, he is middle-aged. Fluffy white fur is a sign of physical maturity in the Wyrdeer line, meaning his young son is still entirely brown with fairly short fur. Sergeant Obis Wyrdeer stands at 6'8", 8'0" with antlers. He generally wears his Royal Guard armor, though when off-duty he can be found wearing camo gray cargo pants that can be adjusted to be shorts, an open camo gray jacket that can be taken off and tied around his waist, and a white tank top. It should be noted that his helmet is designed with his antlers in mind, and thus has slots in the front that are covered by a removable face plate to allow the helmet to be slid on from the back, around the antlers. In addition, his leg armor is also specially designed. Visual representation to come soon.

Sir Sydney Kleavor of the noble Kleavor line is the latest of his family to be officially knighted by his majesty King Asgore Dreemur. He is an active member in his community in Waterfall, and has recently adopted a young (but surprisingly capable) snail Monster named Lian. He runs the lumber and replanting business in Snowdin and makes sure his employees are very careful not to cut down too many trees in too little time, and on occasion will even visit Snowdin to oversee the family business. However, it is dangerous for him to actually live in Snowdin, since as he is a bug, he has naturally lower body heat. It is also dangerous for his adopted son, as he would literally freeze solid in the cold. Personality-wise, he is very kind and caring, with a streak for silly behavior. He can, however, be very serious when he needs to be. He loves making friends, but he's afraid of being exploited. He likes kids the best because they're genuine and usually don't have ulterior motives. He sees his trusting tendencies as a weakness he wants to work on since he's been burned before, but he just can't help but trust the people he meets! He’s a bit of a Himbo, but I personally think that’s more of a positive trait rather than a negative one. He has been pressured by many people (mainly relatives) to find himself a spouse so he can continue the family line, so… he's available if you're looking and don't just want to marry him for the money and status! Plus, free additional super awesome kid! His physical description includes tall, lean, and mantis-like with a light brown and black carapace. Sydney's carapace forms large black downward-pointing axes on his wrists, and two surprisingly dexterous sharp black claws on each hand that act effectively as fingers. He also has two large sharp black claws on each foot. Every now and then, he must specifically sharpen the axes on his wrists to make sure they don't become too dull. However, when dealing with most other monsters or spending extended periods of time in enclosed spaces, he will put coverings over his axes so to not accidentally cut anyone. His carapace also forms a sort of black beard-like shape around his face, and a black ponytail-like protrusion on the top of his head. Sir Sydney Kleavor stands with a permanent slouch due to his heavy axes at around 5'11". If he were able to stand up straight, he would be over 7'. He does not generally have a need for clothing, but will wear soft winter cloaks with a thick inner fur lining and special large furry boots to keep his feet from touching snow. Visual representation to come soon hopefully!

Granny Crim Ursaluna is the current head of the noble Ursaluna family. She knows everything about everyone and seems to be everyone's granny, regardless of actual relation. She knows Toriel personally, and is one of the few monsters known to enter and exit The Ruins not just at all, but on a weekly basis. She doesn't tell anyone anything about Toriel, claiming that "it just plain isn't their business" whenever someone asks why. She's a well-known face at hospitals thanks to her exceptionally good healing magic, giving her the honorary title of "Nurse Crim" since she thinks the title of "Doctor" sounds, in her words, "just a scosche too stuffy." She frequently volunteers at the local library in Snowdin, and has a reputation for being scarily good at finding things. Since her oldest child expressed his desire to make it big in the city instead of becoming the new head of the family and continuing the Ursaluna name, Crim has been mentoring her second eldest to take over instead so she can retire. Her second eldest is her eldest daughter Sona, who happens to work in construction, expansion, and development of usable areas for housing. Both shall be described here since they effectively both share the title of “Head of the Family”. Personality-wise, Granny Crim Ursaluna is the sweetest, silliest, most grandmotherly Monster you will ever come across. She is a pacifist, but she will put her foot down when she needs to. Her daughter, conversely, is tough, angry, straight-to-the-point, almost completely no-nonsense, and will physically attack you if you threaten her or anyone she happens to be protecting. However, under that rough and tough exterior lies the easily meltable heart of a kind and loving recently single mother to two children. Crim has a close friend she's had since childhood named Calaba, who is a plant-like Monster. Calaba practically helped raise Sona, to a point where Sona excitedly refers to her as "Auntie Calaba" whenever she sees her. Granny Crim's physical description involves a mostly quadrupedal posture, a large and heavy-set frame, five large and surprisingly dexterous gray claws on each hand, and gray and gray-ish brown fur. She also has a faded yellow circle on her forehead along with some patches of gray that look like a faded full moon with a couple clouds. Her daughter on the other hand is entirely bipedal, heavy-set, muscular, imposing, and has gray and dark brown fur. In addition, the circle on her forehead is a brighter yellow. Sona tends to bear her sharp teeth more often than her mother Crim, and she also trims her fur more since her active lifestyle tends to make her produce so much body heat that she overheats if she doesn't trim. Crim usually wears some style of homemade dress and her favorite hand-knit blue and pink shawl, as well as her round yellow spectacles and the occasional hand-warmer she received as a gift. Sona on the other hand usually wears a dirt-stained white t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, a plaid button down she wears tied around her waist when not working, a pair of damaged jeans with the legs torn off at the knees, and a single golden ring earring on her right ear. When standing up fully, both Crim and her daughter are 7-foot-even. Really excited to draw these two (especially Sona), so hopefully visual representation soon!

Lady Mira Lilligant is the current head of the noble Lilligant family since her mother passed the title on to her a few years prior. She lives in Waterfall and is currently unmarried with no children of her own, which seems to be a crime according to her mother's friends. She doesn't particularly want to even be the head of the Lilligant family, but her younger sister Rina absolutely does. According to her family's customs, she's supposed to marry a non-noble Monster with sufficiently high standing who will work for the family business and support her and her eventual children, of which she is supposed to have at least one daughter that she will teach to be a "Lady", who will eventually grow up to become the next head of the family, whose duties involve "making sure no one brings shame to the family", "managing finances", "being the beautiful face of our noble name", and "continuing the noble Lilligant line". Understandably, she hates this arrangement. She wants to become financially stable to be able to run off and disassociate herself from her family, but she isn't allowed to get a job because "it's not ladylike", so she's financially trapped and very likely to soon be forced into an arranged marriage. Despite being the "head" of the family, she has the least amount of control of any member and is at the whim of her mother's wishes. Personality-wise, under pressure-free circumstances, she's kind and free-spirited with a little bit of a mischievous streak. She's also a bit of a connoisseur of everything romance in entertainment, from romance novels to telenovelas to rom coms to dating games to steamy (and wholesome) fanfiction and everything in between. She even thinks of herself as an expert at romance in general, despite having no actual hands-on experience in the subject. And of course, as is required of any self-described "romance expert", she has herself a crush on someone big time. And just like in so many of her favorite Soap Operas and Telenovelas, the guy she likes is someone her family would not approve of her even courting. The reason behind this is he is both a noble and already has a kid, and an adopted one at that. But she can't help it; he's just so kind and lovable and goofy, not to mention handsome. At the very least, she has a best friend named Arezu that she's able to confide in and tell her all her dirty little secrets without fear of her mother hearing them. Arezu may be "approved by her mother", but that doesn't mean she has to know everything they talk about. At least, she doesn’t need to know the versions that aren't specifically altered to make her happy! Lady Mira Lilligant's physical attributes include a long and slender figure, long strong white legs that fade down to pink at her knees, beautiful green leaves for hair with a gorgeous pink flower blooming from her head, and slender green leaf-like arms that gently split into five dainty delicate fingers at the ends. She generally wears her leaf hair in a short cut that goes as far as her chin, though she'd love to grow it out so she could tie it back. Despite the slender look of her legs, Mira's kick has the power to pulverize wood and crack stone in half. Her full height is 5'01", though her mother wishes she stopped growing at 5'0" like her little sister. Her usual outfit consists of a sleek and slender pink flower-themed long dress with long loose mostly transparent pink sleeves that matches her flower, a matching pair of green heels with pink flower accents, and a large white and pink ribbon she wears around her waist and has tied in a bow in back. However, she also has an outfit that she actually likes and is not allowed to leave the house in. This outfit consists of a white t-shirt crop top she wears off one shoulder with a baby blue tank top underneath, blue jean shorts with doodles in black marker on them, and black slip-on flats she can walk in without any pain whatsoever. She'd love to have sneakers or boots, but everything she has she must either convince her mother to get for her or she must sew it herself. Comfy Mira image coming... eventually? Hopefully?

Dr Coser Basculegion is the current head of the noble Basculegion family due to being the most successful and responsible of his siblings, as well as the first to have a kid. Between shifts at the Hotland Aquarium Hospital, he makes sure his schedule permits plenty of time to help his spouse with their young daughter, especially since they have another child on the way and he doesn't want them to be overworked with the kids since newborns require a lot of hard work and attention. He is insanely good at balancing responsibilities and organizing schedules, to a point where some people that know him have genuinely thought at some point or another that he might actually be a robot with a soul. Personality-wise, despite what some people may think, Coser isn't just all business. He's actually a very kind and likable Monster. He seems like a workaholic at first glance, but he is actually quite good at separating work from down time. He's also very caring of his friends and family, and was even the wingman for his best friend and best man at his wedding Iscan, who is a nervous wreck of a fishy land dwelling Monster. He couldn't leave his best friend pining for an aquatic-canid Monster he'd never have the courage to walk up to! So what she lives in Hotland! It's not like she doesn't frequently visit Waterfall fOr SoMe UnKnOwAbLe ReAsOn. Regardless, in terms of Dr Basculegion's physical appearance, he actually has two different forms he can become based mostly on whether or not he’s fully submerged, mostly for practical reasons. In his completely submerged form, Coser has a bit of a merman look going on with his upper half kinda humanoid-shaped and his lower half most definitely fish. He has unsaturated green scales with a darker green stripe all the way down his back and to his tail, white fins, and a cloudlike red misty tail that seems to act as if it isn’t a solid. In addition to this, he also has red stripes that outline his gills on his neck and go all the way down his body, as well as several red spots that dot his sides. On his upper half, he also has bright red scales in the shape of a moustache and goatee on his face, and a whole bunch of bright red scales that stick out in the shape of a full head of hair. His arms also have fins at the elbows and white webbing between his clawed fingers. In this form, he wears a white button down shirt, a black tie, and his doctor’s coat fastened shut. He can change to his “Land Form” consciously when he is at most five feet below the water’s surface and at the least completely removed from the water without drying off. In this form, all his webbing and fins are gone and he has two perfectly normal scaly legs, and the bright red scales that stick out in the shape of hair turn to actual bright red hair. To draw a comparison, his land form has a closer appearance to that of the head of the Royal Guard, who happens to be distantly related to the Basculegion family. However, Coser is significantly smaller and has less muscular definition than Undyne, due to not having nearly the same workout routine as her. In addition, despite his submerged form being about 7½ feet long, he stands at about 4′10″ in his land form. He is in fact the smallest of his siblings, despite being the second oldest. In his land form, his usual outfit consists of his shirt, tie, and coat (open this time), as well as plain black pants and a pair of shiny black shoes. And fun socks if he’s working with kids that day! The kids always love it when he wears fun socks. On days where he doesn’t work, Coser tends to wear cheesy “funny” shirts, tan cargo shorts, and socks with sandals to make it blatantly obvious he is an adult and a father. This is because for some strange reason, despite his facial hair and complete lack of stripes anywhere on his clothing, people still occasionally mistake him for a child disguised as an adult. This happens especially often when he’s around his siblings. Visual representation depicting his short stature and Dad Outfit™ coming in the vaguely described future.

Young Lord Cobult Arcanine is the very recent newest head of the noble Arcanine family, due to the sudden unfortunate tragic death of Lord Growlis Arcanine, the previous head of the family and Corporal of the Hotland branch of the Royal Guard. Since Young Lord Cobult still had his last stripe upon his father’s death, meaning he was still a child, the late Lord Growlis’s only sibling, his adopted younger sister Palina, took over in his stead to allow Cobult to grieve and properly become an adult. Because of the sudden shock of his father’s death, it took two more years to be rid of his last stripe and take up the mantle of “Head of the Family”. In addition to this (and against his Aunt Palina’s most sincere advice), he joined the Royal Guard soon after becoming the head just as his father did. At the time this description and all other descriptions here take place (exactly 5 years after Ingo fell into The Underground), Cobult has been the head of the noble Arcanine family for a year and a half, and is the youngest Noble Family Head at the monster equivalent of 18. Personality-wise, Cobult has... changed rather drastically. Abruptly. Soon after his father’s death, he became like an entirely different person. Instead of the sweet, shy, bubbly, kind boy he had been for the majority of his life, he became cold, demanding, cruel at times, and like he had been replaced with a walking shell of a Monster. His Aunt Palina had been worried about him, but was certain that once he found a good coping mechanism for his grief, he would finally properly begin to heal. In the mere six months after taking his place as the head of the family and joining the Royal Guard, he already began to show slight signs of improvement. In fact, he regained just barely enough of his desire to make others happy that he suggested to his Aunt Palina that she should make regular trips to Waterfall, since at some point during a visit there she had seen a Monster she instantly fell for. Cobult’s hope was that during one of these frequent visits, she would either catch the Monster’s attention or gather up the courage to go talk to him herself. The first time Palina had seen her nephew smile since his father’s death was when she finally told him the Monster she fell for had finally asked her out. Now, a year and a half after the death of Lord Growlis Arcanine, Young Lord Cobult Arcanine has finally mostly reached the final stage of grief: acceptance. He’s still very different from how he was before his father’s death, but people change. He’s still cold on occasion, but he’s much kinder and can finally see the joy in things again. He even laughs on occasion, and smiles every now and then. Apparently, what he really needed to help cope with his grief was responsibilities towards other people that make him want to get better. Onto Young Lord Cobult Arcanine’s physical appearance. He isn’t quite done growing, as those in the Arcanine family tend to continue growing until well into their maturity. As such, Cobult is around 6′1″ currently and will be about 7′3″ when he’s finished growing in a few decades. He is very fluffy, surprisingly muscular for his age, stoutly shaped (he has short and wide arms, legs, and torso), bipedal, and has red and black colored fur along with an extremely fluffy long black tail. The black fur tuft with red streaks around his neck isn’t nearly as magnificent as his father’s was, but he’ll grow it out eventually. He also has a red star on his forehead, red around his eyes and ears, and a red main body with black stripes going down his arms, legs, and torso. He also has paw-like hands with four surprisingly dexterous stubby fingers each, all tipped with sharp white claws and with squishy black paw pads on each finger and the palm. The squishy pads and white claws are also on his feet. Despite his preference in walking bipedally, Cobult is entirely capable of comfortably walking quadrepedally. On an unrelated note, Cobult is capable of comfortably sitting in literal lava. He usually wears his Royal Guard armor (a set specifically made for him since he doesn’t quite fit in his father’s armor yet), but when he isn’t wearing specifically that, Cobult wears his favorite lavaproof pink hoodie (it has short sleeves, so it’s wearable for the fluffier folk that hate the feeling of sleeves messing up their fur), a miscellaneous lavaproof graphic t-shirt underneath, and a pair of gray lavaproof shorts. All of Cobult’s clothes have to be lavaproof. Once I figure out how to draw dog faces, visual representation of Fluffy Boi Cobult will be on its way!

Lady Coro Sneasler is the current head of the noble Sneasler family line, appointed several years ago when her mother tragically passed away in the same accident that took her husband. You already know a lot about her, since many of you have actually asked about her. You know she has five children, six including Ingo. What you don’t know is what she does for a living! She’s in charge of infrastructure. She gets paid to personally make sure the neighborhoods are safe to live in, properly maintained, and that all construction and reconstruction that is needed is actually done. You wanna know why all the sidewalks and houses and whatever the fuck you see in Snowdin is well-maintained? Her. She’s the one people send complaints to when there’s potholes. She’s the one you turn to when someone hasn’t been keeping their house up to code. She’s the one you call when it’s been snowing so much (underground???) there’s at least three feet of snow covering everything and causing problems. And for some reason, despite being good at doing all of that, Coro has no clue what the fuck she is doing when dealing with her taxes. Y’all basically know her personality, right? I don’t need to put anything here? Y’all also know her appearance at this point. I’ve also decided solidly how tall she is: 7′9″. Colored version coming soon!

Xir Renet Electrode is the current head of the noble Electrode family line and has been for a couple decades now. I already described where they work and how they act and even what their relationship with Lady Sneasler is like, but what I have neglected to describe to you is what they look like as well as their relation to their “Warden”. Firstoff, Melli. Melli is a Student Teacher, meaning he sits in on classes taught by current teachers and occasionally aids them to figure out his own teaching style as essentially one of the final things he needs to learn before he can earn his teaching license. I don’t know if that’s how it works on the surface, but that’s how it works in The Underground. Anyways, Melli is a student teacher assigned to Xir Electrode to learn all he can from them. Renet is too nice to admit this, but they genuinely do not know how the fuck Melli made it this far in getting his teaching license. Really, they don’t think he’s even remotely close to being allowed to teach children. They’re frankly horrified he was somehow able to get this far in his studies and training without learning anything. Renet has made it their personal goal to make sure Melli isn’t just passable as a teacher, they will make him a good teacher. They are aware that this can and will likely take literal years. Regardless, they’re not letting him near children without keeping a close eye on him until he reaches that point. Now for the long-awaited description! Xir Renet Electrode is a floating red and tan wooden ball with arms made of electricity. They are about 3 feet tall and hover usually about 2 feet off the ground. When they suddenly reach the end of their seemingly endless energy, they armlessly roll around tiredly on the floor to get from place to place, usually to the nearest soft spot to rest in as they “recharge”. As they are a floating orb and sometimes electricity arms, they have no need whatsoever for clothing. However, on occasion, they will tape a fake tie to their front or put on a fancy hat. They should be easy enough to draw, so count on a visual representation of this to come soon!

Lord Labast Braviary is the current head of the noble Braviary family line. He owns three daycares, two nurseries, and two orphanages, most of which nowadays in the big cities in and around Hotland, but the older of the two orphanages is located in Snowdin. He inherited all these as a legacy starting from the first of the Braviary family to be trapped in The Underground, who saw how many of their friends had died and had left their children without families. Because of this, the first of the Braviary line to be trapped in The Underground founded what would one day become the first orphanage founded in The Underground. Since then, daycares, nurseries, and a whole nother orphanage have been built and run by the noble Braviary family line. Labast had no personal interest in running the family business, that is until their good friend passed away very suddenly from an illness (the same illness that had killed their husband weeks prior), leaving their unhatched child without a parent. Overcome with emotion and realization of what his ancestor must’ve felt back when Monsters were first driven into The Underground, Lord Labast immediately adopted the unhatched child and named her after his dearly departed friend and her biological parent, Sabi. She is the Monster equivalent of about 12 by this point. Personality-wise, Labast is a very free-spirited kind of guy, the kind that’s been itching to spread his wings and fly since the day he hatched. He’s also the type to think of himself as really cool and unshakable, but is actually really easy to get emotional over the smallest things. For example: he could claim that he’s so tough he’s just not the type to really cry, and then barely a day later he’d burst into tears because Sabi called him “daddy” when asking him something. It gets him every time. Lord Labast Braviary is tall, thin, very feathery, and has half-wings-half-arms as well as talons and a strangely malleable beak and a mouth that extends past his beak for cartoonish purposes. His feathers are black and white and he has a pair of large false eyes made of purple flames that are suspended just above his real eyes. He has four talon fingers on each hand and four talon toes on each foot. The white feathers on his head are very long and poofy to a point where he tends to keep them tied back in a low ponytail, and they are long and thin enough that he could even braid his head plumage if he had the time, dexterity, and willpower. Which apparently his adopted daughter Sabi occasionally has on seemingly random occasions. Labast is about 6′4″ in height, but definitely still very much a young adult. In fact, Labast is the second youngest head of one of the noble families, second only to the extreme case of Young Lord Arcanine who is literally just over half Labast’s actual literal age. Lord Labast generally wears a sleeveless red and dark blue hoodie and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, though he does have a uniform he wears whenever he checks in on one or more of the buildings in the business he inherited to make sure everything is running smoothly. This outfit consists of a sleeveless green shirt, a blue apron, and poofy green pants that his feathers don’t make uncomfortable. I don’t know if I described him well enough, so I’ll try to make a drawing of him soon-ish so y’all know for sure what he looks like.

Lord Alstor Avalugg is the current head of the noble Avalugg family line. Until very recently, he was in charge of the levelling out of new land for housing development. Now he is in charge of moving rocks and dirt from the newly-dug UUT tunnels and using that to level out new land for housing. His job is very suddenly a lot more complicated because somebody decided to bring her weird kid along and that weird kid just happened to have the “perfect solution” to the transportation and space problems, and King Asgore Dreemurr liked it sooooo much that the whole fucking thing was implemented immediately. And who was left with all the extra work while some fucking weird child was put in charge of overseeing the construction of the UUT? Alstor. So yeah, he doesn’t really like Ingo. Or Coro for that matter. Alstor just isn’t good at liking people in general. Just ask his top construction chief Gaeric. Personality-wise, Alstor is a bitter, grumpy, rude, cold, perpetually tired stick in the mud. Anyone that makes his work even a little bit more difficult than it already is immediately makes their way directly onto his shit list. He could easily pay a bunch of other people to do the parts of his job he hates the most, but he frankly does not trust anyone else to do the job he does correctly. He is a firm believer of the “if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself” mentality. Onto the bitter turtle’s physical description. Lord Alstor Avalugg has the appearance of a giant tortoise made of ice and rock with a shell that very closely resembles a chunk of rock with a flat top completely covered in ice, and he has crystal-like ice protrusions on his face that resemble a beard. He is for the most part quadrupedal, though has been known to occasionally stand up on his hind legs so he can use his front legs as arms and hands. Standing normally on four legs, he is about 4′6″. He has no real need for clothing, but when on the job he is often seen wearing a hard hat. Visual representation of this coming... eventually.

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“Now,” Arezu began whistfully, “Not to pit two exquisite Ladies against each other, but - if they had to fight, who do you think would win between Lady Lilligant and Lady Sneasler?”

“Sneasler,” Ingo replied instantly.

There was a hot second of stunned silence.

“No hesitation, huh,” Mai noted.

“I am basing myself purely on typing,” the man began explaining as he briefly stopped carving the second wooden spoon he would give as a traditional wedding gift to Palina and Iscan: “If both had been pure Fighting it would have been a perfectly fair fight, but Lilligant has the disadvantage of being part Grass, which Poison happens to be supereffective against.”

“That’s why your Tangela hates me,” Melli commented.

“She does not,” Ingo replied.

“Why does she suffocate me then?”

“I have told you already, her hugs are not an attempt at your life, she is simply made out of a mass of vines which can sometimes result in hazardous situations despite her best intentions.”

“Is there someone Lady Lilligant could take on?” Arezu distracted them.

Ingo turned to her without missing a beat: “Avalugg, Basculegion, and possibly Kleavor, though it would be a very tight match.”

“No she could not take on Lord Avalugg!” Gaeric blurted out.

“He is doubly weak to Fighting and his Rock type would not do him many favors against Grass,” the other man replied, shattering his hopes in one fell swoop.

“But he’s-!” the warden fumbled on his words for a moment, waving his arms vehemently to find a comprehensible enough way to explain himself before having to resort to just: “Big!”

“Fair argument!” Ingo admitted. “But typing wise, he’d be done for. It’s a very unfortunate pair, mostly on account of neither type covering the other’s weaknesses. He would similarly lose against Sneasler, Arcanine, Basculegion, Electrode, Kleavor, and... No, that should be it, I believe. Ursaluna would would put up a valuable effort, but wouldn't survive the Ice. My condolences, Miss Calaba.”

The woman didn’t even move from where she napped, just gave him an ok.

Melli laughed at the disheartened Gaeric.

Mai smacked him to get him to stop.

“He’d be good against Braviary,” Sabi predicted.

That got her a gentle pat on her head, away from the braids she was getting done: “Indeed,” Ingo nodded, “Flying is weak to both Ice and Rock. He’d also fare pretty badly against Kleavor - Bugs are awful for Psychic types.”

“But he’d be good against Sneasler?”

“Oh, he’d decimate her. Both of his types are supereffective against her. Wyrdeer too, she’d have no chance against him. For more information on how weak Poison is to Psychic please refer to Melli and his many defeats at the spoons of Alakazam.” and he ducked to evade a halfhearted slap. “Also Ursaluna! Ground is another powerful weakness of the vitriolic type. Congratulations, Miss Calaba.”

She gave him a thumbs up and continued not caring.

Palina hummed, struggling for a moment with Sabi’s green hair as she tried to untangle a knot: “How’d my young Lord do?” she asked with genuine curiousity: “He hasn’t been mentioned much, has he?”

“Fire type seldom has trouble in matchups, so he’d be fairly fortunate in a fight against most of his fellow Nobles...” the expert mumbled: “Lilligant, Kleavor, Avalugg as I’ve mentioned, Electrode - Ursaluna would asphalt him, though. Together with Basculegion they are his worst enemies. In a fight, of course, I’m well aware they’re on excellent terms.”

Iscan waved a little to reassure him: “The Lord isn’t a big fighter anyways, he probably wouldn’t do too well.”

“Oh, he’d be quite good actually! Plenty of the Nobles would be in trouble against his Water and Ghost combination, he’s rather fiersome! Electrode is the only one to be a total threat to him - those two are probably the ones to look out for the most. Terrific typings, the both of them.”

His sleeve was tugged to take him out of his musings: Lian twisted his mouth at him to properly figure out how to express his question, looking particularly pissed as he side-eyed what Ingo refused to look at but knew was probably a very smug Diamond warden with a burning desire to bury the guy alive, which would have severely worsened not just inter-clan relationships but also the fairly relaxed gathering they were having.

“So - this is all just, theories, right,” the kid began.

“Yes, based on types.”

Lian hummed deeply, pressing his mouth flat, and a fairly well-known feeling he could only denominate as Oh No took over Ingo as he dreaded the question.

“So you could tell who would win between Almighty Palkia and Dialga?”

Now that was something not to be touched with a 25 and a half foot pole, as evidenced by the other Pearl wardens shooting a glare at Lian and most of their Diamond counterparts paling notably.

Ingo, bless his heart, completely lost the religious implications somewhere in the cogs of his battle-analitycal machine churning in his brain.

“That would require an actual battle to be determined, actually!” he answered without missing a beat: “Both of them are Dragon types, meaning they have at the same time a massive advantage and disadvantage on one another, so effectively the chance at one prevailing over the other just based on that is rendered null, and since their secondary typings of Steel and Water are completely neutral to one another, a fight between the two of them would end up being rather balanced. It would also probably be an incredible spectacle with a very high chance of completely tearing reality as we know it apart according to professor Laventon’s studies, so it would be best for them and the rest of the world to remain on good terms and never have the chance to settle the score between them if they had any to settle.”

The young warden mumbled an agreement.

Not the way anybody expected a bomb like that to be defused.

But oh thank fuck it worked!

“What about the third one?” Iscan asked meekly. “The worm?”

Ingo buffered for a second: “Dragon-Ghost,” he recalled. “Same exact situation as the other two. No certain prevailing, and we should hope not to find out.”

“Ghost is good against Ghost, right?” Palina intervened.

The man nodded. A funny thought striked him: “With enough determination, it could be taken down by Basculegion. And by Avalugg as well.”

Gaeric cheered at his Lord’s good honor being restored.

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Donut Hole - Chapter 17

Who Is She?

Oh, who is she? (Oh, who is she?)

A misty memory (A misty memory)

A haunting face (A haunting face)

Is she a lost embrace?

- Who Is She?, I Monster

[Very little Barry in this chapter, but things are very much happening…….]

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The first words out of Adaman’s mouth upon seeing Barry plummet off a cliff face with his nightmare bird was ‘Melli, I am going to strangle you’.

But much to everyone’s surprise - either by a miracle of science, or a joke by Almighty Sinnoh themselves - Barry did not land on the rocks with a horrifying and disgusting splat.

He flew.

On the back of that horrible Honchkrow, no less.

And when Ingo’s Gliscor, Mai’s Crobat, and eventually Lord Braviary returned empty handed, it was obvious that Barry had done more than flown; he had escaped.

“That boy is slippier than an Eelektrik.” Ingo muttered.

Mai turned to him. “...what is an Eelektrik?”

And Ingo did not answer. He stared at her, then slowly turned to stare at the horizon without a word.

This terribly awkward moment was - thankfully - interrupted by Lord Braviary’s squawks and chirps. Sabi stroked his fur, nodding as he did so. “Uh huh. OK. OK. I’ll tell them- well not that part - Lord Braviary said he’s going to Jubilife!”

“D-Did he actually tell you that?” Iscan asked, and she only gave a playful smirk in reply.

Adaman tried to think of a plan B. He tried glancing at Irida to see what she was thinking, but he could tell that she too, was trying to think of what to do now.

They couldn’t not go after him. This kid was an absolute headache, but what if he fell off the bird? Lord Braviary and his entire lineage had been trained specifically to carry people…

“We…should at least follow him-”

“If he’s going to Jubilife, someone should try to get there before he can. To warn them.” Palina said, and with a swift motion, still making direct eye contact with Adaman, shoved Gaeric off the back of Arcanine. “I’ll take Iscan with me.”

She didn’t wait for either Leader to give her the OK before Iscan was placed onto the back of Lord Arcanine. The three of them were gone in a matter of moments, only leaving paw prints and a dust cloud behind.

Gaeric stood and dusted himself off. “I can’t believe you just let her do that to me.” He grumbled in Irida’s direction.

“I am not focusing on your petty squabbles.” was all Irida replied with. “I am sure Lord Ursaluna can squeeze you on.”

“But why would he go to Jubilife? From everything we know, he seems to hate the Galaxy Team Stationed there…” said Mai, thoughtfully stroking the fur of Lord Wyrdeer.

Melli rolled his eyes and tossed his hair. “Well he’s caused near insurmountable damage to our settlements, maybe Jubilife is next on his hitlist.”

It was clear from his tone that it was meant to be a joke. But his joke flew about as well as a geodude jumping off a cliff.

There was a pause.

In no time at all, the Diamond and Pearl Clan mounted their pokemon to give chase.

---

Lian grumbled under his breath as his Lord eagerly dove into the pile of beans. Irida had come earlier, insisting - demanding, practically - that he and Lord Kleavor stay within the Heartwood.

She gave several reasons. Ranging from ‘they wanted a warden to stay behind to watch over Jubilife and the surrounding area, along with Warden Arezu’, and ‘The mountains were already getting crowded with the others’, before eventually adding with reluctance, that ‘Lord Kleavor of the Heartwood may be a bit too slow for chasing’.

“Too slow…bah! My Lord, you are the fastest thing in this entire forest!” Lian said, chest puffed with pride.

(He couldn’t exactly say ‘the entire fieldlands’ without insulting lord Wyrdeer, but the forest was just as good.)

Lord Kleavor, to his credit, didn’t seem to mind much. He barely seemed to notice Lian’s ire, happily crunching on beans and bits of salt.

And oh, how badly Lian wanted to help. This…Berry fellow seemed like nothing but bad news. A wicked man who washed away the Diamond settlement in a mudslide, who set his home settlement ablaze, with a team of vicious, blood-thirsty pokemon under his command?

Lian huffed again, sitting down beside his noble. They were going to catch this guy and be the heroes, and Melli would absolutely rub it in his face, and maybe Sabi too-

There was a distant squawk, a flurry of flapping wings, and something heavy crashed into a tree nearby. The impact caused branches to break and tumble to the ground, before whatever fell into the tree fell out.

“What in the-!?” Both Lian and Kleavor snapped to attention, the boy quickly standing to assess the situation.

Before either of them could get close, an enormous honchkrow descended from the sky, placing itself between them and whatever was currently laying on the ground alongside a tangle of branches. It squawked and croaked incessantly, as if trying to scare them off. Did it accidentally drop its prey? Why wasn’t it just picking it back up?

“H-Hey! How dare you take that tone with Lord Kleavor!” Lian shouted at the bird.

The honchkrow turned and screeched loud enough for Lian to stumble back, nearly tripping over the tree roots surrounding them. His hat fluttered to the ground, but he dare not tear his eyes away from the dangerous pokemon in front of him.

The Noble title that the Lords and Ladys possessed was not only upheld by the clans, but by the pokemon they shared space with. It was generally understood that Noble pokemon were very powerful, and they shouldn’t be trifled with.

The audacity of this honchkrow was both out of the norm and offensive.

Lord Kleavor bellowed in reply, but the large bird refused to back down. And behind the bird, whatever fell began to stir.

A hand reached up to stroke the honchkrow’s feathers. “I-I just closed my eyes for a bit, bud…I must’ve drifted off. How did I end up on the ground?” the figure rasped, struggling to stand.

It was a teenager, barely a few years older than Lian, with blonde hair. But he looked terrible; even worse than when they found Ingo, something that Lian hadn’t thought possible.

The teenager approached him, a strange, eerie sort of pity in his eyes. “Oh…you're just a little kid…"

Despite himself, Lian couldn’t help but scoot away. “W-What do you want?”

“Where’s Jubilife?”

“Huh?”

Behind him, Lord Kleavor let out a low rumble in warning. The teenager stopped walking, slowly tilting his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided otherwise. “Where is Jubilife? I don't wanna hurt you."

Did he mean Jubilife village?

Lian pointed behind the teenager and off into the distance. “I-It’s past deetrack heights! Cross the river, t-then cross it again!”

“Thanks. You’re alright.” He turned to leave, but paused, giving Lian another pitiful look.

“...man. You look like you would’ve loved Minecraft.” he said, voice wistful. “I can’t believe Cyrus would deprive the world of something so pure…”

What?

But he didn’t explain any part of that baffling statement. He turned, hand on the large Honchkrow’s back, the teenager starting to limp in the vague direction that Lian had told him.

Lian sat there for a moment, still processing that strange encounter. But surprise - and the tiny bits of fear - gave way to defensive irritation. “Did you hear him, Lord Kleavor?! The nerve!”

Lord Kleavor chittered, trying to nudge the boy back into a standing position.

Several dots began to connect in Lian’s head. A strange man he’s never met before, who clearly looked out of place, with a powerful pokemon by his side-

“Wait - WAIT, WAS THAT HIM?!” He shouted, scrambling to grab onto Lord Kleavor’s neck. “We have to chase after him! My Lord, please, allow me to ride upon your back!”

Kleavor lowered his great head to allow the boy to clamber onto his back. While a bit awkward, Lian could wrap his arms around Lord Kleavor’s head and brace his legs on the rocky white formations where wings once grew; a kind of tepiggy back ride, although Lian would shudder to call it something so childish.

Lord Kleavor glanced back to make sure his Warden was situated before standing and entering a ready position. “Right! Let’s chase after him!”

---

The guards positioned at Jubilife’s gates barely had time to get out of the way before Lord Arcanine bowled through the doors like tissue paper.

The townsfolk screamed and fled, parents pulling children inside, others cowering in corners and behind buildings. The only one who didn’t flee was Arezu, who approached lord Arcanine and his riders with hesitance.

“I take it that the plan in the mountains didn’t work.” she said with a frown.

Iscan answered with a, “Well…no.”

“We need Dawn.” said Palina.

And lucky for them, Dawn was rushing out of the wallflower to see what the commotion was.

“Wow! I didn’t know you could ride on Lord Arcanine’s back!” she said as she approached.

“Only in emergencies.” Palina replied as she dismounted.

Her words sunk in quickly, and the young girl frowned. “Emergencies? What’s going on? I was on my way to help with Lord Electrode, if Melli is done stalling on making the balms-"

“There’s a…” Palina hesitated, glancing back at Iscan and Arezu. “...Situation that we’ve been trying to deal with, without getting Jubilife - and by extension you - involved.”

“But it didn’t work.” continued Iscan. “A-And we’d like to uh…’borrow’ you? For a minute?”

Rei finally caught up, glancing between Dawn and the wardens. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Dawn glanced at him before returning to look at the Wardens and Lord Arcanine. “Uhm, I think the clans need our help-?”

Palina ‘erred’ and ‘ummed’, clearly wanting to say something but not wanting to be rude. “We…we really only need Dawn for this-”

And now the professor was jogging over to meet them, panting, hands on his knees. “T-The survey corps! At your service!” he said between huffs and puffs, “What…what is ever the matter? Is it a dangerous poke…pokemon?”

“N-No, no professor, we just need Dawn-”

“So it’s not a pokemon problem?” asked Rei.

“Well.” Iscan started to say. “I-It kinda is? But also not?”

Laventon crossed his arms over his chest. “If it’s not a problem with pokemon, then I am afraid we aren’t much help. Perhaps the security corps would be of better aid?”

“No, no, this is definitely a job for Dawn.” Palina replied, voice edging on frantic. “And time is of the essence, we really should be going, we can explain along the way-”

“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Everyone was surprised by Dawn’s explosive outburst, but the Wardens had been dancing around the issue long enough.

Palina sighed, kneeling down slightly to be on her level. “There’s…there’s a boy your age. A little taller than you. He has blonde, spiked hair, and a green scarf. He’s been all over Hisui, causing all sorts of trouble-”

“- and property damage.” Iscan quickly added.

“- and property damage, yes. But. But. He’s looking for someone, Dawn. And I think he’s looking for you.”

“He bit me.” Arezu said, glancing between them all.

“Bit you?! Property damage?! You want our Dawn to charge into battle to deal with this madman who’s looking for her?!” Barked Laventon. “I will not allow it!”

Palina stood. “It’s not some ‘madman’, it’s a boy her age that clearly knows her! This situation is admittedly strange and confusing, but the clans have done everything to try and help him with no success. And now, we’ve had to involve Dawn.”

Laventon turned to talk to Dawn directly. “My dear girl, you don’t have to-” But she was not there.

He and Rei glanced around. The Wardens looked around too.

Dawn had vanished.

Rei pointed to the front gates. “She just ran off! I saw a bit of her scarf before she crested the hill!”

Palina mounted on the back of Lord Arcanine once more. Iscan turned to Arezu. “Are you coming with?”

Arezu looked at the pair of them riding on the back of Lord Arcanine up and down. “...hmmmmmmm, pass. But do come back and tell me how it goes! I love a good story.”

Laventon was still deeply unsettled by this entire exchange. “I’ll warn you now, Kamado will not be happy with the clans keeping such a secret. If you had told us sooner, we could have helped.”

“Like I said, this whole thing is…strange. And it spiraled so fast.” said Palina. “When all is said and done, I truly believe this web will untangle, but we need to get there first. Let’s go after Dawn.”

Lord Arcanine barked, turning and running back the way he came, hot on Dawn’s heels.

“D-Do they expect me to run?” Laventon asked, giving Rei a pleading look.

Rei shrugged, but started to run after them. “I think so, professor! C’mon!”

“My boy, I am not that fast! Wait for me!”

[DAWN'S OUTTA HERE]

[Also I loved redrawing the Manga panel for Barry. its HIS turn to be weirdly scary!]

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #rival barry #donut hole #barry in Hisui

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