❝ never underestimate my ability to detect evil, dude. that is some straight up devil magic, ❞ bee assures him, leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs in a display of casual triumph.
after a moment of basking in the shallow glory of winning what might LOOSELY be called a debate, she shrugs and adds, ❝ or, you know, he watched monty python as a kid and got really into the ministry of silly walks —— but it’s definitely one of those two things. ❞
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MIMIKYU:
A lonely Pokémon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokémon.
MEOWTH (ALOLAN):
A royal house that flourished in the distant past brought it here from another region. Meowth is both selfish and prideful.
WOBBUFFET:
Wobbuffet does nothing but endure attacks - it won’t attack on its own. However, it won’t endure an attack on its tail.
Usually docile, a Wobbuffet strikes back ferociously if its black tail is attacked.
LIEPARD:
These Pokémon vanish and appear unexpectedly. Many Trainers are drawn to their beautiful form and fur.
MARSHADOW:
It sinks into the shadows of people and Pokémon, where it can understand their feelings and copy their capabilities.
LITWICK:
While shining a light and pretending to be a guide, it leeches off the life force of any who follow it.
▌█ ∵ 🛁 ∵ █ ▌Careful hands mixing everything for cake frosting before glancing over here shoulder. A quick look of worry before carefully setting down the bowl on her counter. Light steps taken across her kitchen to the island in the middle before carefully placing her hand on her friends shoulder. ❝You can’t put those in the cake batter yet. The raspberries they’ll———- sink to the bottom if you do.❞ As always voice was soft and intentions nothing but good before offering a small smile. She appreciated the help, she truly did but raspberries being sunk to the bottom of the cake wouldn't be the best for the bake sale. Grasping a nearby bowl that was freshly cleaned and a bag of flour she carefully dumped some into it. ❝You have to lightly cover them in flour first. It helps them— well, it, it just helps.❞
❝ … right. can’t put ‘em in yet, got it. because that is definitely what i was doing, ❞ bee answers, attempting to speak as though she doesn’t have a raspberry rolling around on her tongue right this very moment. only a monster would chow down on the ingredients while someone else did all the real work.
her eyebrows lift, lips turning down curiously as she absorbs the new information.
❝ flour? weird. isn’t there like… already flour in it? like, it’s cake, right? i thought the whole thing was basically just… flour and eggs? ❞
bee offers an exaggerated shrug, giving up her pursuit of pastry logic.
❝ what do i know? continue your flour based wizardry. ❞
now he’s grinning from ear to ear and his cheeks are a little flushed. he’ll admit it; he wasn’t happy to have her here, but it’s not like he’s having a bad time. as long as no one knows he’s required to have a babysitter, maybe he’ll still have a chance of making new friends.
maybe, he thinks, bee could be his friend. but she’s way too cool to hang out with a freshman who’s getting over a stutter.
the code name makes him feel warm— ridiculously so— and he isn’t sure why. it’s more than the silver tongue comment. of course it is. because bill knows he doesn’t have a silver tongue, knows that he’s charming but that his tongue doesn’t quite follow fast enough, but he doesn’t know what it is that’s got him feeling so confident all of a sudden. so grown up.
“yuh-yeah, that’s it,” bill responds, and he flicks a pea across the table at her. a pea he definitely hadn’t been planning on eating, but a pea his parents had cooked for him anyway. they don’t seem to care that he doesn’t like them. “bullshit.”
❝ oh, i see. not a single problem when you wanna say bullshit, huh? if you think that means i’m just going to let you walk around cussing all day – eh, then you’re probably right, ❞ bee tells him.
her eyebrow lifts as the pea shoots toward her, blue eyes narrowing in response. she lifts it between her thumb and her forefinger, brandishing it as though it were a deeply personal affront. she shakes her head slowly, voice dropping to mimic an old western. ❝ is that a challenge? they say you’re the fastest pea flinger in these parts… but they haven’t met me. i eat peas like this for dinner. ❞
in a display of RAW GRIT, bee crushes the spent ammunition between her fingers before dropping it to the table, discarded and pitiful.
❝ …you miss your old place? ❞ she asks, leaning back and crossing her legs, arms draped over the back of her chair. ❝ moving sucks sometimes, i know. i’ve moved tons of times. sometimes it’s cool, but sometimes… i don’t know, man, starting over usually feels pretty rough. ❞
❝ moment of truth, alright? take your time, think this through. sometimes in life, you have to make choices that will haunt for for the rest of your life. ❞ this is not one of them.
❝ give it to me straight: HORROR OR SCI FI? ❞
it’s a trick question. the correct answer is both.
Back by not really popular demand, and because the first edition has been doing its rounds as of late: more stupidity, bad language, and an extra large shipment of salt.
❝ we can’t all be arms warriors and frost death knights, karen. ❞
❝ they’ve taken my insignia and my honor. ❞
❝ crossing the map in 5 seconds or your money back: Vengeance Demon Hunters™. ❞
❝ i made plays that last game. PLAYS. ❞
❝ joke’s on them: they put me in the graveyard but i’ve been dead for years. ❞
❝ life doesn’t revolve around killing blows. ❞
❝ i knocked them into the pit. they screamed. no one can help them now. ❞
❝ melee are cancelled. ❞
❝ casters are cancelled. ❞
❝ if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. ❞
❝ you know they’re top tier when they’ve got a bunch of toys on. ❞
❝ who would win: a highly talented player with a knowledge of crowd control and rotation or one keyboard-turning boi? ❞
❝ brb bio. ❞
❝ death is the only release. ❞
❝ alone at a base on a friday night? no problem. drain soul. ❞
❝ i did everything at once and they’re not dead. i’m extremely disappointed. ❞
❝ i wish i could see what they are saying right now. ❞
❝ is this my calling? is this what i’m meant to do with my life? ❞
❝ ugh ─ you know?! you know?? you know. ❞
❝ i don’t care. i don’t even care. ❞
❝ i care immensely. ❞
❝ look. look with your special eyes. ❞
❝ i came. i saw. i conquered. ❞
❝ may god have mercy on the man with the nerve to /spit on me. ❞
❝ it’s not true slaughter until you’re killing with friends. ❞
❝ okay, so here’s the plan: don’t die. ❞
❝ look, see? we’re bonding over murder and jumping in place. ❞
❝ kill me. ❞
❝ fuck me. ❞
❝ Yes. YES. YES!!!! ❞
❝ all these flavors and they chose to be salty. ❞
❝ i turned away for a second and now i’m dead. ❞
❝ demon hunters. ❞
❝ leave me alone. i’m busy. ❞
❝ everyone is dead to me. ❞
❝ if it’s red, it’s dead. ❞
❝ aw, leave them alone. they’re doing their best. ❞
❝ get absolutely deleted, my guy. ❞
❝ i dispell myself more than my healers do. ❞
❝ you are not forgiven. leave my presence. ❞
❝ these people are a disgrace to humanity. ❞
❝ not even this unlimited supply of mana buns can fill the void in my heart. ❞
❝ it’s over. ❞
❝ i killed them. i killed a warrior all on my own. ❞
❝ it’s the little victories that count here. ❞
❝ i feel more pride in my left foot than i do for my faction. ❞
