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feroluce · 10 months

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Extremely in love with the idea of a time loop scenario for submas, because PLA made it just so PERFECT for them. ♡♡♡

I love thinking of it from Ingo's POV because that would be so confusing. Like he goes to bed with Emmet totally normal and fine one night, and the next morning, the change is just so. STARK.

Emmet looks exhausted, in a way that Ingo has no idea how to deal with, because it doesn't look as simple as Emmet not having slept well. He's tired in a way that sleep won't fix, he's listless, he's quiet, all of his energy and chipper attitude that Emmet usually displays even in the early hours of the morning has been completely sucked away and left him looking hollow and empty.

Emmet seems resigned to something, and Ingo has no idea what it is or what to do about it.

Ingo himself has had a strange anxiety lately, something he's left unspoken so as not to worry his darling brother, an odd ominous sensation that haunts him constantly, but all of it goes on the back burner immediately. It's probably nothing. It's certainly not his main concern anymore.

His day only gets weirder as it goes. Not only does Emmet evade Ingo's questions trying to figure out what's wrong with him, he also refuses to explain odd things that he shouldn't have or know. Ingo finds a pokeball that doesn't match any of their team, it's one he's never seen or even heard of before, gold on one side and silver on the other-

Emmet lays his hand over Ingo's, carefully takes the pokeball from him, quietly tells him not to worry about it. Everything will be ok. Emmet will explain everything, he promises. But later...ok?

Ingo doesn't push. Emmet goes back to cooking breakfast. He somehow manages to make exactly what Ingo's craving.

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When they get to Gear Station, Emmet asks to do the multi train instead of running their own separate lines, and Ingo is so distressed about Emmet's behavior so far that he doesn't have it in him to refuse. Ingo would do just about anything right then to see Emmet actually smile, not the crestfallen, stitched-on expression that's been fooling everyone else all day.

Emmet goes on to correctly predict every single pair of trainers they face that day, to the point that it becomes uncanny. He's always been an extremely able battler, Emmet has excellent intuition and he can quickly adapt to almost anything thrown his way. Ingo has always admired and been so, so proud of him.

But that's a little different from Emmet adjusting to a trainer's attack pattern before they even toss out their pokeball.

Over their lunchbreak, Emmet doesn't leave Ingo's side for even a moment, much as he's done for the entire day. They normally stick pretty close together, they prefer to function as a pair after all, but there's a strange desperation to it today. Emmet pulls out the lunches he'd made that morning; it's all of their favorites.

Ingo watches Emmet savor it like a last meal.

And then, that night, at the end of their shift, well after dark when the hour is closing in on midnight. Ingo gets a message that a bright light was seen down in one of the abandoned subway tunnels. Must be a flashlight; a trespasser, probably. Ingo turns to tell Emmet to go home without him; Ingo is the night owl between them and Emmet has had an off day. He deserves to go home and rest, Ingo will be home as soon as he's done with some more work.

Ingo has no more opened his mouth when he realizes Emmet already has all his things gathered and is taking his hand. "I'm going down with you."

Ingo hadn't told him about the message yet. He shouldn't have known.

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The whole way down the tunnels, Emmet has a vice grip on Ingo's hand, fingers laced tight together. He barely even seems to investigate, he just kind of walks with Ingo, pace slower than usual, always watching their steps.

Ingo sticks his head around a corner to check for intruders, and hears a quiet intake of breath behind him before the hand in his suddenly redoubles its grip.

Ingo turns around. Emmet is looking down. Ingo follows his gaze.

There is light. Bright, searing, white light, that is not Emmet's flashlight, not Ingo's flashlight, but is wrapped around Ingo himself, coming up from the bottoms of his shoes.

Ingo tries to jump back but finds that he can't move, he's rooted to the spot, there is light pouring out of him and flooding the ground, spreading outwards, lapping at Emmet's ankles who is suddenly right up against Ingo and holding onto him like he might disappear.

"I am sorry. Ingo, I am so, so sorry." Ingo pushes at Emmet's arms, but he won't budge, he won't get out of the way- "I tried. I really did!" the light wants Ingo, just him, he can feel it, Emmet needs to get away from him- "Many, maaaaany times!" he has no idea what he's talking about but he can't let Emmet be collateral, he can't, he can't, Ingo shoves at him again, harder, Emmet stubbornly clings on, Ingo's panic is rising like the tide, like bile in his throat, only growing more desperate in the face of Emmet's disarming calm, the light is obscuring everything, warping it, twisting it- "But I could not keep you here with me."

Everything, all of it, his entire world turns violently on its head, and when the light finally lets him go, Ingo sees bright blue sky all around him. Emmet looks up at him, the force of the shift having put them at arm's length, but unable to break their grip on each other. He can see the entire expanse of the landscape sprawled behind his brother, far far below. Pinpricks of tears bubble up from Emmet's eyes and spatter against Ingo's cheeks as they hurtle like a comet towards the ground.

"So let's Fall together."

#blankshipping #submas #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #subway master ingo #JUST. OUGH #that gap between Ingo having no idea what's going on while Emmet knows exactly what's happening #the implied horror of Emmet going through loop after loop after loop trying so so hard to keep Ingo with him Unova and never succeeding #and realizing that. he's never going to succeed. he wasn't meant to. he won't be allowed to.#and now he has a decision to make. Emmet can either let Ingo go- make his peace with the loss of his brother and try to live without him-#-or he can go with him. Emmet can give up everything and everyone he's ever known and throw himself into the rift with Ingo to follow him #and maybe it's an easy decision. but it is not one he makes happily or without agonizing. but he still makes it.#Emmet knows exactly what he's doing and that it will be the most horrible thing he will ever experience in his entire life #and still he does it because Ingo is worth it. Ingo is worth EVERYTHING to him- even the loss of their home.#so all that's left is to try to get in one last good day before they lose everything #Emmet makes Ingo his favorite foods and savors his own last meal because he doesn’t know when he'll ever be able to eat it again #Emmet gets them to do one last run on the multi line because that was always his favorite- getting to battle as a team with Ingo at his side #and he sticks by Ingo's side all day so that he'll be ready #because whatever wants Ingo is going to have to take him too #ingo #emmet #time loops #my fics

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peachy-doodles · 1 year

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so. is this. anything.

when i was in high school and into portal hella bad i would make 2000000 portal aus with characters i liked so these two get to go in the test chambers now. its their turn. enrichment :]

theres like. many options you could go with this. theyre either both eebied to aperture and made to do coop testing. ingo gets eebied there alone and loses his memories and glados makes him do testing and thats all he ever knows for a good whilst until emmet breaks him out. alternatively ingo gets eebied and has amnesia and glados cant find any use for him in testing because of it and turns him into a core so emmet goes in there to break him out but instead gets roped into glados testing whilst trying to free him. the list could go on....

#submas #portal #pokemon #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #crossover #shrugs vageuly #last one for tonight also my back hurty

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mothstan-agi · 2 years

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Image redraw since I enjoy these guys so much. Also the bonus profiles bc I thought they were too cute to keep small 💔

#submas #ingo #emmet #pokemon #nobori #kudari #agi art #the hairs meant to be more closely cut in the second + last emmet #I just never know which one I like better 💔#spreading my sleepy ingo agenda I think he should have a little nap #In reality ingo probably wakes up and is on his feet immediately he’s so ready for trains

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littleblueberryartist · 2 years

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Jsjdjdjd I've been meaning to draw @ptarmighast's submas x original story au for agessssss! They look so cool!!! And the weapon designs!!!! Gun knife???? SWORD SCYTHE???? FUCK YEA!????

Unfortunately school is kicking my ass so no full piece yet but have some assorted sketches for now 😔

bonus silly doodle of their and @chipsncookies' dragonmas with my au boys lol maybe I'll talk about them someday

Extra (messy ass) sketches under the cut lol

I may be a little biased towards drawing scythe poses. Just a little.

#submas #ingo #emmet #nobori #kudari #subway masters #subway bosses #pokemon #submas au #dragonmas au #CSubmas AU #that last one is my au thing lol #aqua's doodles #I had a lot of fun with these >:D #def wanna clean up and finish those sketches if school has mercy on my soul

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real-emmet · 2 years

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(Seeing as how I just saw sharks in a trenchcoat, and a pidove in glasses, I’m probably the most sane thing you’ve seen all day.)

But what Emmet heard was: “ Bui buizel buizel zel bui bui zel bui buizel.”

part 1 | part 2 silliness ensues

#submas #art #train guys :)#subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #pokemon #pkmn #i think it will be probably the last one. go follow my art blog btw. possibly more content there in future #making gifs in mspaint is actually p hard. more like mspain #fiz.txt #mspaint #scarftale-bryan #ask #bingoitsingo

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cat-eared-artblog · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions, Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Nobori no Chandela | Ingo's Chandelure, Nobori no Glion | Ingo's Gliscor, Kudari no Shibirudon | Emmet's Eelektross, Kudari no Archeos | Emmet's Archeops Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Affection, American Sign Language, Nightmares, Selectively mute, i think, Canon Autistic Character, submas, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, short ones but still Series: Part 3 of Returning Home Summary:

Readjusting to having Ingo back is a little bit difficult when he's been gone for so long. Emmet has a nightmare and seeks out reassurance from Ingo... eventually.

#submas #submas ingo #submas emmet #pokemon #pokemon black and white #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet #pla #warden ingo #alright last one #hopefully i'll post more of my writing at some point but thats all for now lol #emmet's my favorite can you tell

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cheesecake801 · 6 months

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Today I decided to show you my attempts at animating !

(it's not very easy to tell on this one but it's Emmet throwing a Joltik at your face haha)

....Yeah truth is I don't know how to animate, idk what's gotten into me, I have no idea what I am doing haha

I don't hate it tho ! (but could definitely be better, too bad I'm too lazy to actually learn how to do it properly)

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teamconductors · 2 years

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 17

Summary: Sneasler is back and Ingo is healed, so it’s time for the team to get back to the Pearl Guild.

Author’s Note: Got another expositiony chapter, and this one is probably A Lot >_> Sorry about that. Next chapter will be better.

ALSO! I’m doing a poll about the next Derailed chapter! Y’all got one week to vote, I’m only doing one scenario. I can’t guarantee it’ll be posted before or after next chapter, but it’ll be done. The vote will close on May 21st at 12 PM PST! The link is: https://take.quiz-maker.com/poll4340898x5D6d42A0-136

Thank you @furiouskettle!

(Shippers DNI)

In one of Team Galaxy’s medical rooms, Sneasler, Ingo, and Emmet all sat in their own beds. Sneasler used reeds she collected to repair her basket. Ingo’s gem healed, so he spent his time reading the book Emmet got from Laventon. Emmet sat next to Ingo as his brother read the book. Chandelure floated above Ingo and slightly away from Emmet. Eelektross stood outside in the hallway, his head peaked into the room.

“…A region called Johto had a Magnet Train. It used two sets of magnets to levitate above the tracks and propel the train, and it could reach speeds over 400 kilometers per hour!” said Ingo. “I can’t picture that type of speed! Can you, Emmet or Sneasler?”

“It sounds cool,” Emmet said.

“Wow, that’s something,” Sneasler said. A mindless, repetitive activity could make her fall asleep, but Ingo’s talking served as good background noise while she focused on her weaving. She almost completed her task, too.

“It doesn’t seem like there were any trains in this region, which is a shame. Rescue Teams would benefit from a fast mode of transportation! We could even potentially visit multiple mystery dungeons in one day!” Ingo said.

“That… doesn’t sound… awful? Sounds like a lotta work, though.” Sneasler said. She finished weaving the basket and felt around to make sure it was sturdy.

“Eelektross, you must remember trains. Why did you not tell us what they were?” Emmet asked.

“Well, it’s hard to explain without pictures…” Eelektross twiddled his claws. “Also, I thought it’d be fun if you two rediscovered your special interest yourselves…”

“Well, I am enjoying learning about trains, so your gut instinct appears to be correct, Eelektross!” Ingo said.

“Oh, I just remembered something. Sneasler, why did you call Ingo a Warden?” Emmet asked.

Sneasler stopped inspecting her basket. She paused and turned to gaze to Emmet. “…When did I say that?” she asked.

“You called him “Warden Ingo” when you were attacking us, then you made him faint,” Emmet said without a crumb of politeness.

“That… does sound familiar,” Ingo said. His gaze took an express line to the distance. His appearance almost seemed to age as he tried to dig through his mind to find the meaning of that title. He wasn’t even sure how he knew that was a title specifically and not something else.

“Did I really say that?” Sneasler asked, almost horrified.

“Yes,” Emmet said.

Sneasler brought her hand to her mouth briefly, then she lowered it to her chin to rest on. “Warden. …It’s a term from when humans were a thing. There were… special humans who kinda acted like guardians or babysitters for the Nobles. I dunno, they liked doing it to help live with pokemon, and my ancestors liked it because they got food and respect and stuff.”

“Sneasler… I don’t remember much of what happened before I became a Sneasel. Was I a Warden?” Ingo asked.

“Well… Uh…” Sneasler scratched her head.

“Is something the matter?” Ingo asked.

“There’s… Um… Listen, there isn’t an easy way to put this. Ingo, I don’t think you used to be a human. I think you’re a weird Sneasel, but… I think… I think part of why you’re weird is because you’re some reincarnation of the Warden Ingo I knew.”

“The Warden Ingo you knew?” Emmet repeated, brows raised and scrunched to showcase his confusion.

“Sneasler, what are you on about…?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh crap, I never… UUUGH!” Sneasler held her head in her hands. “Okay, Nobles have a bunch of weird powers, and they’re mostly useless except for the one for getting out of Distorted Floors. Anyway, one of the weird things is having past Noble’s memories.”

“Is… that so?” Ingo asked.

“Y-Yeah… Ugh, listen, I have a lot of problems remembering that shit, and the further back the memories go, the blurrier they are, but… I do kinda sorta remember… there was this weird ass human that my ancestor found that became a Warden… and his name was Ingo.”

“So to confirm, you believe I am a reincarnation of human Ingo?”

“Basically. It makes sense enough. It’s been hundreds of years since he was around…”

“What of Emmet? Was there an Emmet back then?”

“I don’t think so… I dunno, I don’t remember much from that time, but there’s nothing up here about an Emmet. Unlike some folk, though, I do believe you two are genuine Sneasel twins. Like… c’mon, it’s obvious.” She gestured between Ingo and Emmet.

“And you never mentioned this… why?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh, okay, Eelektross. Tell me: how do you tell someone ‘By the way, I think you’re some reincarnation of someone that used to work for my ancestor’?” Sneasler crossed her arms and scowled at Eelektross.

“Like that,” Emmet said. He received an icy glare from Sneasler, but he was an ice-type pokemon and thus was not very affected.

“But… Ingo wasn’t some warden. Chandelure recognized Ingo’s soul. They recognized it from a different region!” Eelektross said.

Sneasler shrugged. “Maybe that’s how reincarnation works? I don’t know! I have a bunch of memories and stuff that aren’t mine, but I still know freaking nothing!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t recall much about my past to disprove your theory, Sneasler, but… something feels amiss if that is the truth,” Ingo said.

“Yeah, I dunno anymore. That’s what I thought for a long ass time, but now…” Sneasler sighed.

“What was Warden Ingo like?” Emmet asked.

“Let me think, it’s all really foggy…” She paused to think. “He was kinda a sad man. He tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious. Not quite the same as our Ingo here.”

“That’s a shame,” Ingo said. He handed the train book back to Emmet, who happily flipped through the pages again. He noticed something shiny in Sneasler’s pile of berries. He moved a couple aside and found a gold bracelet. Tarnish and dirt covered the item. Ingo rubbed away some of it and felt an engraving as he cleaned it. The engraving resembled Sneasler’s face. Ingo’s heart raced.

“What the hell?! Where did you get that?!” Sneasler asked, pointing at the bracelet.

“It was in your belongings,” Ingo said. “I apologize for grabbing it without your permission. What is it, if I may ask?”

“It’s… How did it get in my basket? It’s… a Warden bracelet. It, uh, would be given to a Warden – my ancestor’s Wardens, I mean,” Sneasler said. “…If you want it, you can keep it. I’m obviously not using it.”

Ingo finished cleaning the item. Despite its obvious age, it shined gold and blue.

“Can I have that?” Emmet asked.

“Is that okay, Sneasler?” Ingo asked.

“I dunno why you’re asking me. I told you, I’m not using it, so do whatever,” Sneasler said.

Emmet took the Warden’s bracelet and placed it around his left wrist. It dangled when he held his arm up, as it was too large for him. It stayed on, though, and Emmet liked its weight. It may not be the same as the Arc Watch, but at least his uniform was closer to Ingo’s again.

“Team Conductors, are you ready for departure?” Cyllene asked as she approached the room. “My team will escort you back to your Pearl Guild.”

“Oh, we’re departing now? I thought Rei was still tinkering with my Arc Watch,” Ingo said. Though he didn’t fully agree with the prospect, Ingo recognized that Rei was skilled with tools and the watch needed to get fixed. The gesture also acted as payment for Team Galaxy helping them, which made Ingo feel better about receiving their assistance.

“Right now, it’s more important to get you back to your guild. I’ve been trying to contact them over what happened, but there were some difficulties at the Pelliper Post,” Cyllene said.

“Alright, alright, we’ve had enough lollygagging and train talking, let’s get moving,” Sneasler said. She packed up her belongings into her basket.

“There’s never enough train talk,” Emmet said as he boarded Sneasler’s basket after a ticket punch. Ingo followed suit.

***

Both teams ventured through Eterna Forest to get back to the guild. It was a similar path Ingo and Emmet tried to take the prior night to escape a Chained Sneasler, minus the detour to the mossy rock. Ingo and Emmet rode in Sneasler’s basket while everyone else walked on foot.

Ingo was still reading the book Emmet found. While flipping through the soft, velvety pages, he found one page with the corner turned down. “What’s this?”

“Oh. I found a verrry interesting page. I wanted to show it to you,” Emmet said.

Ingo turned to the page. “”Unova’s Battle Subway”.”

“The book talks about the Battle Subway?!” Eelektross asked. Chandelure’s eyes widened, and they hovered closer to Sneasler’s basket.

“The heck is a Battle Subway?” Sneasler asked.

“It appears to be a subway that also coordinates pokemon battles. What an interesting concept!” Ingo said. He turned the page. After some silence, Ingo popped open Sneasler’s basket and poked his head out. “Chandelure and Eelektross, do these people look familiar?” Ingo held out the book, which had a picture of two humans in front of the Battle Subway.

Eelektross’ eyes went wide. “That...! That’s you two!” Next to him, Chandelure’s flames danced around happily. The picture of their young trainers fueled their flames with nostalgia.

“That’s us?” Ingo and Emmet asked at the same time.

“Wait, I gotta see this!” Sneasler said. She reached over and behind her, and Ingo placed the book into her hand.

The picture faded from age, but its colors remained true and showed Sneasler that the two humans wore monochromatic uniforms. She could understand them not recognizing their human faces (if this really was what they looked like), but she had no idea how Ingo or Emmet didn’t recognize their own poses. They pointed at the camera and at the ground. The human in white had a wide grin and strange aura. It had to be Emmet. The other human in black frowned but had a more friendly air about them. That could only be Ingo.

“Y’know, with you guys talking about being humans, I could never imagine what you two would’ve looked like. But if this really is you, then… you look like giant ass nerds,” Sneasler said.

“I think it’s from when the Battle Subway as still new… Wow…” Eelektross said. Tears started forming.

“What’s this I hear about Ingo and Emmet being human?” Laventon asked as he sped up with Team Conductors. “It may sound strange, but I believe it! There are several accounts of humans turning into pokemon, you know! Ghost pokemon are probably the most obvious examples, but…”

Sneasler tuned out Laventon’s lecture. Her gaze lingered on “Ingo”. Picking at the memories at the back of her head, Sneasler thought of Warden Ingo as a depressed mess of a human barely holding onto sunshine. But the Ingo in the picture not only looked younger but cheerier and happier.

Either this wasn’t the first time Warden Ingo was reincarnated, or there was something else happening that she didn’t understand.

The Noble got lost in her thoughts while the twins tried to explain to Laventon that they didn’t have their human memories yet and thus couldn’t contribute to his research. It took a familiar voice to pull her out of her head.

“Sneasler! I smell Sneasler!” a newcomer said.

“Arcanine?!” Sneasler asked.

Arcanine ran toward them from the group’s right. When he was in view, Cyllene sidestepped to avoid him pouncing straight onto Sneasler. Her basket didn’t break, but Ingo and Emmet were thrown out of it. “Hey, you’re not angry!”

“I am now!” Sneasler said from underneath Arcanine. “I just fixed my damn basket!”

“Oh, sorry! You and your little bros have been gone for a few days, so everyone is all scared!” Arcanine said as he stepped off Sneasler.

“Good day, Lord Arcanine!” Ingo said. “What do you mean by “everyone”?”

“I know that voice!” Palina, with Lian on her back, caught up with Arcanine and the group.

“You’re all okay, thank the Almighty!” Lian said. “We heard Lady Sneasler got Chained and we all got worried…”

“Thank you as always for your concern, Lian,” Ingo said.

“Seriously, what happened?” Palina asked. “There was a massive forest fire in Veilstone, and Noble Basculegion saw Sneasler with glowing red eyes, then she vanished…”

“There was a forest fire?!” Rei asked.

“…Hey Chandelure, how much fire did you use in our fight?” Sneasler asked Chandelure. The rest of Team Conductors faced the ghost pokemon to see their answer. Chandelure glanced between everyone, smiled, and shrugged sheepishly. Eelektross facepalmed.

“Ah, there you are…” Kleavor approached the group at a slow, steady pace.

“Good day, Lord Kleavor,” Ingo said.

“You.” Sneasler narrowed her eyes at Kleavor.

“Ah, Sneasler…” Kleavor stared at Sneasler directly in the eyes.

“I am Emmet. Look at this,” Emmet said. He climbed back into Sneasler’s basket, rummaged around its contents, and held up the Toxic Plate.

Arcanine and Kleavor jumped. “You still have your plate?! That’s amazing!” Arcanine asked.

“That’s…!” Kleavor coughed and collected himself. “Not bad, Sneasler.”

“Perhaps we should continue our journey to the Pearl Guild?” Ingo said as he returned to the basket. “Based on your reactions to locating us, we should return to Guildmaster Irida posthaste.”

“If the Nobles plan to return with you to your guild, then this is as far as my team needs to go, I assume?” Cyllene said.

“Oh, you’re Cyllene, correct?’ Kleavor said.

“You know her?” Sneasler asked.

“Yes! Cyllene wants the Guildmaster rank!” Laventon said. “And to get that rank, you need the approval of at least six Nobles in addition to the Pelliper Post Office.”

“Oh.” Another Noble thing she didn’t know about, Sneasler thought.

“Impressive. I hope she reaches her destination!” Ingo said.

“Wait, Cyllene, we can’t leave them yet! I still want to repair Ingo’s watch!” Rei said.

“You won’t mind if we tagged along?” Laventon asked the Nobles.

“I’m sure Irida wouldn’t mind!” Lian said. “We don’t get visited by independent teams much. And you helped Ingo and Emmet, right? That’s good enough for a visit!”

“Very well. I accept the invitation then,” Cyllene said. “Thank you for allowing us to join you.”

“Yeah! The more, the merrier! Let’s get back now!” Arcanine ducked his nose under Sneasler and threw her upwards. She, along with Ingo and Emmet, landed on Arcanine’s back and held on as Arcanine took off back to the Pearl Guild.

“AAAALL ABOOARD?!” Ingo and Emmet said as they took off deeper into the forest. Everyone else had to run to keep up with the eager Noble.

***

Gaeric didn’t often take the role of sentry duty, as his duties as the guild’s nurse kept him busy. But because all the rescue teams were out searching for Lady Sneasler or performing rescue missions with the remain Nobles, only he and housekeeper Calaba were left to mind sentry duty. Since Calaba had a bad back, she took gate opening duty while he took the lookout tower.

“We got visitors!” Gaeric stared down the binoculars. He announced into the megaphone, “They are Lord Arcanine, Lord Kleavor, Lady Sneasler, Team Conductors, and-!”

Gaeric stopped his announcement upon hearing frantic wing flapping and a one-Glaceon stampede. Calaba couldn’t open the gate fast enough. Irida and Chatot ducked underneath the opening gate to greet the guests and see if Gaeric’s announcement was correct.

Outside the gates, Sneasler was still on Arcanine’s back. Kleavor, Eelektross, and Rei all had to catch their breaths. Cyllene and Chandelure had no issues keeping pace with Arcanine due to their abilities. As for Laventon, he used the winds to fly and follow them without moving a single foot.

“Incredible! It is you!” Chatot said at Sneasler and the twins in her basket. Ingo and Emmet hopped out to face Chatot on even footing. “I had no doubts you would return, but the guildmaster…”

Irida shook her nerves off, collected herself, and stepped up to face Ingo and Emmet. “Welcome back, Team Conductors. I’m glad you and Lady Sneasler returned in one piece!”

“Good day, Clan Leader Irida,” Ingo said. “We apologize for our delayed return. If I may ask, what have we missed while we were away?”

“A lot of things… I am so glad…” Irida gave Ingo, Emmet, and Sneasler a large but soft smile. “But first and foremost, Azelf, Uxie, and Mespirit wish to talk to you.”

***

In the Pearl Guild’s infirmary, Mespirit floated around the room and opened each cabinet and drawer, one at a time. A transparent Azelf followed Mespirit and almost encouraged their sibling to inspect every item they find with silent support and little cheers at interesting things. Uxie sat on their bed and watched the chaos unfold. Their once-cracked gems had healed.

“Whoa, you actually are awake!” Sneasler said as she entered the room with Ingo and Emmet in tow.

“Good day, Lake Guardians! It is an honor to meet you properly. My name is Ingo.” He saluted and tipped his hat to the three.

“I am Emmet. You aren’t broken anymore.”

“Emmet, that was rude,” Ingo said.

“Good to meet you, and he is not wrong,” Mespirit said. “Our lifeforces were split into pieces, after all. It is infuriating, but we are back now.”

“P-pardon me? Your lifeforces have been split?” Ingo asked.

“Yes. From what Irida told us, you know of the Red Chain, but you don’t know how it is made,” Uxie said. “The Red Chain is constructed from pieces of our lifeforces. We suffer minimal ill effects when we make one Chain, but thirteen Chains have been constructed.”

“Thirteen?!” Sneasler said.

“Correct,” Uxie said. “As a result of our lifeforces being stolen, my siblings and I were on the brink of death by the time you and your peers found us.”

“But you seem fine now,” Emmet said.

“Yes, and that’s because several of the Chains have been destroyed, returning our lifeforces to us!” Azelf said. “Your group has a large hand in that, right? You must have powerful wills!”

“Hold on. I heard that Ursaluna and Avalugg were freed, so only eleven should have been destroyed,” Sneasler said. “What about the other two?”

“Those Chains still exist, so we are not back to full strength,” Mespirit said. “As soon as we are back to our original strength, our attacker will wish he never did it!”

“If I may ask, do you know the location of the remaining Chains?” Ingo asked.

“And who hurt you?” Emmet added.

“Unfortunately, we do not know the location of the remaining Chains,” Uxie said. Ingo noted that they almost seemed depressed from having to say that. “We do know the identity of the one who attacked us, but we will share that once all the relevant pokemon who want to know all meet. For now, we wait.”

“Right. I’m still at the Diamond Guild,” Azelf said. Their body began flickering. “See you all later!” Azelf, or rather their astral projection, disappeared.

“Likewise, I know Uxie wishes to speak with you in private. I shall depart and thank nurse Gaeric for taking care of us,” Mespirit said. They flew past Eelektross and Chandelure and into the guild.

“Lady Sneasler, thank you for coming to Lake Acuity. I fear for what might have happened to me and my siblings had you and your team not shown in time,” Uxie said. “I owe you another one.”

“Cool, thanks, Uxie. Since you’re probably not doing much else, mind if I cash in those favors now?” Sneasler asked.

Uxie nodded. “What can I do for you?”

“These two got some memory problems.” Sneasler picked up both Ingo and Emmet by the scruff of their necks, one twin in each hand. “You’re the Being of Knowledge and all. Think you can help them shake off their amnesia?”

“I will see what I can do,” Uxie said.

Sneasler placed Ingo and Emmet back down. Uxie first floated in front of Ingo no more than 5 centimeters away from his face. Ingo stared at Uxie’s forehead gem, which had a faint red glow. After a moment, Uxie floated to the side and stood in front of Emmet. Emmet turned his gaze to the side to avoid eye contact (even if Uxie’s eyes were closed).

Uxie furrowed their brow and rose to face Sneasler. “I will be able to help Emmet recall his old memories. I will not help Ingo, however.”

“What? Why not?” Emmet asked.

“What, it’s something even you can’t do?” Sneasler asked.

“It is not that I cannot help him. It is that I refuse to,” Uxie said.

“You refuse to?” Emmet asked. His smile turned cold as anger rose within him. “If you can only restore one of our memories, do it for my brother.”

Uxie floated down to face Emmet directly. “My abilities are not absolute. I have the ability to restore memories, but I will only do so if I can safely.”

“Do you mean to tell us that you can’t restore mine safely?” Ingo asked. After an affirmative nod from Uxie, he continued. “Are you certain there’s no possible way?”

“Ingo, your mind is held together by duct tape and rusty screws. Would you like to know what could happen to you if one little thing goes wrong during your memory restoration?” Uxie faced Ingo directly. “You can suffer complete memory loss with no hope of restoration. You can lose the ability to form new memories. You can gain debilitating anxiety, severe depression, or even a complete personality change. You may enter a comatose state. You may even di-.”

“We get it!” Eelektross said. He covered Emmet’s ears during the listing. He didn’t want Emmet’s anxiety to go through the roof from picturing the effects Uxie described.

“…That is just a few of the possibilities,” Uxie said.

Sneasler’s mouth hanged open. “Duct tape? Rusty screws? How… how?!” She vaguely gestured at Ingo. “Ingo is fine. He’s a bit weird, but so is Emmet! They’re twins, for Arceus’ sake! What the hell is the difference between them that makes it such a big deal for you, Uxie?!”

“That is a simple answer. Emmet only has one case of amnesia. Ingo has two,” Uxie said.

“WHAT?!” Emmet and Sneasler asked simultaneously.

“I… lost my memories twice?” Ingo looked down at his hands. He rubbed the familiar fabric of his sleeve between his claws.

“Yes. Severe sudden memory loss takes a toll on the mind and spirit, but the mind can be stable. Two cases, however? I am amazed that you are a functioning person. You would need a being more powerful than me to restore your memories safely. Otherwise, you will have to recover them naturally. My apologies.” Uxie bowed in the air to Ingo.

Ingo found himself at a loss of words. Not even his train of thought could form something coherent.

“…But you can still assist me?” Emmet asked. He didn’t care as much about restoring his memories as much as Ingo, but if him remembering their past could help Ingo, that would be enough.

“Yes. I should be able to restore yours safely,” Uxie said. “You should know you’ll only immediately recall the most recent memories. Older memories will come back gradually but surely.”

“That’s fine. I will do it,” Emmet said.

***

In Ingo and Emmet’s tent, Emmet laid down in his bed, his coat splayed as a bedsheet and hat on his chest. Uxie floated above and behind him. Ingo, Sneasler, and Chandelure hovered around Emmet, and Eelektross watched from the entryway.

“I will need everyone to exit,” Uxie said. “I need to reduce possible distraction, and this will not be pleasant to witness.”

“…Can I remain in this station?” Ingo asked. “I want to be here for Emmet. Or is it too dangerous?”

“…If you wish to stay, you can,” Uxie said. “But know that any interference with my process could cause permanent damage.”

Ingo sat on the floor. Emmet offered his hand to Ingo, which Ingo accepted and held.

Chandelure was the first to exit the tent. With arms crossed and indecision on her face, Sneasler stepped out as well. Eelektross had to move to let the other two exit, so he was the one who closed the tent. The three didn’t leave and instead sat outside, waiting.

Emmet closed his eyes. His smile stayed on his face. Uxie hovered just above the ground and laid their hands on Emmet’s temples.

Uxie’s three gems glowed. “Let us begin.”

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #submas #pmd au #yes i had to pull out wikipedia for one piece of dialogue lol #ALSO I REMEMBERED TO ADD THE POLL THIS TIME #I meant to do that last chapter lmao

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salsa-di-pomodoro · 1 year

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About the ingo-Arceus roadtrip!

LOVE the idea of them sometimes ending up in the wrong timelines. Could you maybe give some instances of this?

FUCK i didn't answer you huh

Well it's not quite right to say they end up in a wrong timeline if they're doing it on purpose. The thing is Arceus is doing the equivalent of the sprint for your life that one does when they turn off all the lights in the middle of the night and have to go back to bed except the danger Is not an imaginary monster but the sheer incomprehensibility (to Ingo) of the not-place they are in, and they have to find the nearest safest planet/timeline/dimension possible once Ingo communicates that he can't take it anymore in the void between timelines. Cause yeah Arceus' presence is gonna help him a lot in not losing himself again or dying by reminding him of what's real and sorta anchoring him to himself and them but that's not going to last forever. So really, they may end up anywhere that has an atmosphere similiar enough to that of the world of Pokémon, drinkable water and food compatibile with a human body. Within those criteria, anything is possible :)

I haven't thought of any specific places yet, but i do have The Vibes. Think of somewhere like rainworld, in the beginning. Obviously not exactly like that otherwise it would be a crossover but i'm thinking of something like that. The closer he gets to his own timeline and dimension, the more similiar the world, most of the time.

He may also end up further in the past of a different timeline, say, if whatever happened 3000-2500 years ago in the canon universe didn't happen (it's hard to tell what it was but everything happened in those years. I think there might have been a recession if they were able to do the thing AZ did with the weapon and then thousands of years later they were still in the 1800s.), the timeline would already have gone somewhere completely different. What if Ingo visited somewhere like that?

Maybe a different dimension also, where humans didn't evolve to be humans, but another species became something similiar? (it would be a Pokémon obv.) Somewhere with a biosphere different enough to have a different species thrive.

Towards the end i was thinking he first meets the (ultra? Gotta refresh my knowledge of the timelines) Sun & Moon protagonist in one of the more faraway ultra wormholes, but can't go back with them because he doesn't have the equipment necessary to go inside of a wormhole without consequences for the amount of time needed to go back home. (Arceus and Ingo have been traveling via distortions and rifts and such. I'll get back to that in another ask probably). (Ultra probably) Sun & Moon protag can't go back to this particular world because. Well have you tried to get past 10000 light years with the ultra warp ride its hard af. They're way past that. I can't imagine how hard it would be in-universe, even with years of experience. Also there's so many different dimension to choose from, they might not find the right one, just one similiar enough to believe it's the one, if they go back and try to bring an additional suit fitted for him. Also there is a reason they know it's the right universe, Arceus can tell from a specific signature in the soul/aura of a person. It's kind of difficult to recognize among all the different universes and such but when in front of someone it's far easier to compare the two and see they they're the same signature. Ingo asks the child to bring back a few trinkets and foods he brought from other worlds, bring them to Emmet. He may not remember him completely yet, but he thinks he would like them (he would), and wants to know that he's almost back. (There's a specific event i thought of, that would shake some memories loose. But this post is already long enough. Ask me about it if you want to know please :))

The very last place he goes to before getting home is a city few hundred years forward from his time. People recognize him, which surprises him. He doesn't wait too long to leave, just a couple days or three (he usually stays more time in order to recover from void travel. [Well it's a void to him but to Arceus it makes far more sense]. He doesn't want to know the future, especially his future. That's why he leaves so soon (along with just being hella impatient by now lol). This will have consequences [not too bad tho. Just a minor setback :)]), when ideally with the amount of travel he did this time he should have stayed about a week. Historians everywhere are extremely dismayed, but they weren't going to gain much out of him either way and they suspected that anyway so.

Ingo does not always have a great time (see rainworld-type worlds), but that's something Arceus can help with. Most times.

There are many more worlds they visit, and the roadtrip lasts months, but this is all i can write for now. I'm tired af lol

As always extras in the tags because i cannot shut up

Well shit i guess this is the post i should have made later now. I'll make another one going in depth where i didn't go in this one when i get another ask lol

Grr i wish i could draw i have so many cool ideas. Maybe i'll ask my friend. Or someone. Hmm

Reblogs are very encouraged and appreciated :)

#ingo does have his pokemon btw :)#pokeballs are very safe. even ones from the past #so arceus could let them come with :)#i havent decided on lady sneasler yet :/#emmet also may already know about Ingo's roadtrip when he gets Ingo's gift #not only did akari get back earlier than ingo did #the Event i mentioned earlier involves Emmet :)#i dont know in what order i want these to happen though. also i should make a name for this au but for now #ingo + arceus roadtrip au #ingo #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #submas #emmet #subway boss emmet #pokemon ultra sun and moon #pokemon usum #pokemon sm #idk which one of the sm protagonists i want it to be :/ you guys decide #OH I FORGOT TO SAY the last ultra space thing he visits is the ultramegalopolis :)#i need to think more about that place its so. cool #arceus #pokemon arceus #pokemon legends #pokemon legends arceus #imagine a bunch of worlds with things different in the same way the ultra megalopolis is different #pokemon elio #pokemon selene #pokemon sun #pokemon moon

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kelpiemomma · 11 months

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"Khan? Who's that?"

Khan put his arm out, blocking Mina from stepping out behind him but also blocking the person approaching from going around him. He felt her hands grip his shoulder instead, hauling herself up to peek over. Though his face normally rested in 'bitch' mode he felt it shifting to more. His lips pulled back instinctively into a small snarl, a threat towards the one approaching.

He didn't like this person purely because of what he represented.

For the first time since he was a child Khan had found a friend. He'd found some sort of family. He'd carved out a place for himself, a home, in Hisui. He had gotten comfortable. And though he'd always known it was likely that it would end one day, that Ingo or Mina might recover their memories, that Akari might figure out how to move them all through time again, he'd been pretending that it wouldn't happen. That things would go on as they were. He could wander the land, maybe with someone by his side, maybe not. He could return somewhere to someone who would be happy to see him, who would greet him with a hug and ask about his wellbeing. How long had it been since anyone had been happy to see him?

The semi-peaceful existence he'd carved out for himself was under attack. It was unfortunate he hadn't realized this man had come through a rift or he'd have killed him before he could make himself known. Khan wasn't above that, wasn't above protecting himself and what he had found by all means necessary. Maybe it was selfish but he felt he deserved to be a little selfish.

"Do you know him?" Mina asked.

Unfortunately, yes.

He watched Emmet stroll towards them a few more steps, his face more lined and slightly more gray than Khan remembered seeing it on the television. The outfit was a far cry from that which he'd known before. He could recall hearing that Emmet had left the subway for one reason or another but hadn't realized the outfit had gone as well. The former subway boss had been looking behind Khan, looking at Mina, at his wife, but his gaze turned to Khan when his arm moved. His eyes turned sharp and steely, the smile going from something genuine to more like a baring of his own teeth. There was a challenge in his eyes.

Khan had never backed down from a challenge.

"No." Khan rumbled. It wasn't entirely a lie- he'd never met either subway boss in person before, only watched some of their commercials and shows.

"Well then, let me introduce myself. My name is Emmet. I've traveled a long way searching for some of my family. I believe they can be found here" The friendly snarl only got bigger. "Would you be able to help me?"

#khan a.#mina #emmet #champion emmet #em&m #khan gets v protective of his family which also results in possessiveness #not in a 'nobody but me can have them' way but 'i can keep them safest'#(trust issues much?)#so after he's found his comfort and family in hisui he KNOWS that this bastard is coming in to wreck shop #he KNOWS emmet is going to throw the peace he's found into upheaval #things may not be perfect and khan may be walking a tightrope of 'when will their memories return'#but he's selfish enough (after all. hasn't he deserved the right to be selfish?) that he wants it to take as long as possible #he's desperately holding onto the happiness he's found and is terrified of losing it #to the point where he would absolutely kill ingo's twin slash mina's husband if it meant a couple more days of them still caring about him #them still being able to focus on him and show him affection #they would likely hate him if he did kill emmet and he would accept that...#as long as he got to get one last hug before they realized what he'd done #sorry my man is deeply flawed and fucked up :C #khan needs so much therapy #will he ever get it??? probably not. that's what fighting pokemon is for :)

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ashlynya2-0 · 1 year

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Day 31: Costume!

Me and my sister went as twins for comicon this october! It was verrrry fun. Yup!

#ash star doodles #fanart #pokemon #pkmn #cosplay #emmet #ingo #submas #costume #inktober 22 #i did it #ill have you know i made the outfits and never want to see a sweing machine ever again.#i keep wanting to make things and then remember the stress #nah bro #im good #no sweing for a decade #rah #I COMPLETED INKTOBER YAAAAAA BABEYYY #ik i did the last one a bit late but i got 30 outta 31 drawings out on the day. im happy

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lunar-lair · 1 year

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so i have two (2) submas poems for you on this fine day. they are both in the exact same vein but the first works with the interpretation that ingo is truth and emmet is ideals and the other is vice versa. enjoy :)

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They are black.

And white.

And yin, and yang, and fire, and electricity.

Alone they are all color,

Or the lack of it.

Together, they are all and none,

Everything and nothing.

Grey, mixed together by the gods.

Mixed together by the legends.

Mixed together by the princes.

Mixed together by the boys themselves.

Grey, mixed.

They should have never been black and white again.

They never thought they could be.

They thought the gods the legends the princes their very own small learning fire-red and electric-yellow hands would hold it, hold it firm and steady and tight til the day their bones rotted in the earth.

They are black.

And white.

And god,

They are not grey.

The god,

What have you done?

What has your kin wrought?

Wrought law breaking undefinable, a curse neverending.

They are black.

And white.

And yin and yang and one and the other and they are alone.

There should have been no such thing as alone for the two of them.

One without the other is a terror they never thought they would face.

A dancer without their feet.

One without the other is a singer without their voice.

A piano without its bench.

A musician with no instrument.

A conductor with no train.

A trainer, with no Pokemon to care for.

Things that are easy to lose, things they never thought could compare to them, and yet and yet and yet.

Worthless, useless, missing missing missing.

The singer is without their voice.

The dancer is without their feet.

The bird is without its nest.

The musician is without their instrument.

The fire is without its electricity, staticky and bright. The electricity is without its fire, solid and warm. The grey has been impossibly, irrevocably, intrinsically torn, torn at the seams by a vengeful god, a vengeful world, one that wishes to defy all law. They are without their voice and their feet and their piano and their bench and their backyard tree and their lantern and bird and they are torn terrified

Frozen.

They are frozen.

Rotting slowly in the frigid cold of their separation, frostbitten and decomposing, burning and broken and alive.

Tears fall and turn to ice.

One dragon.

Two, and a hollow shell.

Grey, and the wretched mechanisms used to cleave it apart again.

Grey, and the horrible day it faded away.

Grey, and the horrible day one became everything. Everything they'd known, everything they'd remembered, every ideal they'd held.

Grey, and the horrible day one became nothing. Nothing of what he'd ever known, remembering nothing, knowing only the truth of this empty world around him.

The hollow third rests in the air. In their minds, on heavy shoulders, in ice grey eyes.

It is rotting them from the inside out.

Ice. Ice fire cannot melt, ice electricity cannot break.

The ice that rests betwixt their ribs. The ice that burns behind their eyes.

Omnipresent. Ever reminding of the other of themselves of the other. Ever wailing of the grey and its horrid misplacement, in the crevice of time, in the crevice of space, and truth and ideals and the chaos god, the Almighty himself.

The Almighty himself, who made them grey. The Almighty himself, who made them everything and nothing yet again. The Almighty himself, the bastard, the betrayer, the summoner of ice, forever and always and now and then.

Almighty Sinnoh, what have you done?

Arceus, what have you wrought?

Grey, never again.

They are black.

And white.

That is forever their binding fate.

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the god has torn them apart.

the god,

and his devil,

and his right hand men.

grey, wrenched impossibly into two.

grey, forced apart again into black and white.

grey, forced apart into ideals without truth,

forced apart into truth without ideals.

the fire rages without its static.

the electricity fizzles out without its flame.

the man in white mourns a brother lost.

the man in black wonders what is gone.

two princes once tore grey apart,

extracted black from white and white from black,

fought over one half and another,

and a hollow shell followed.

that was right.

that was natural.

that was a result of an argument ill made.

that was the consequences of ideals and truth, at war.

ideals and truth were one.

ideals and truth were a mirror.

ideals and truth were in harmony.

the twins were grey, a perfect shade.

but the god said no.

why?

why must you pilfer perfection?

why must you take it,

from our warm hands and our bright eyes and our grey, grey hearts?

they beat as one,

in time,

a dancer and their step,

a bird and their song,

a piano and their bench,

a time made and a beat kept.

but the god said no.

forsaken.

forbidden.

forgiven, for it was not his fault.

for the living, as they are.

the man in white mourns a brother lost.

the man in black wonders what is gone.

and the electricity fizzles out,

whispering into the night.

and the flame burns all around it,

crying out at the sky.

sinnoh.

arceus.

god.

what is the meaning of self-inflicted blasphemy?

#these two are some of my favorites when it comes to submas poems #i esp like 'almighty sinnoh what have you done? arceus what have you wrought?' because of the...you know. the mis match of the language #also the last line of the second poem is sooo good i think #this was mostly a thing of...i made the first one in like. mid 2022 #and then when i came back around in say...september?#i was like WHAT was i talking about. emmet is clearly truth and ingo is most certainly ideals #so i was like fuck this im rewriting it #which is why theres two versions #i do still like both of them though esp considering the ways truth and ideals can be interpreted and how theyre both both of them anyways #pokemon #submas #lunas lies

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