@bxtonpxss sent - “Just leave me alone to die…” the Raichu groans flopping onto his side. Don’t mind Thor, Ryuji. He’s just being dramatic and no longer feels like walking.

"No way, we're in this together," He crouches down next to his Raichu friend, hand shuffling around in his bag for several seconds, before gently removing a Chesto Berry.

"Maybe a snack will help re-energize you?"

          “…” Opacho silently makes her way over to Nicole and tucks up under her arm while flipping through a big picture book full of animals.

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         “Hm?”

          Shifting in the blanket as Opacho makes her way over to Nicole, she lifts her arm and the blanket before draping both of them over the child and holding her close. They both have their books, Opacho likes animals so Nicole got her quite a few books on them. She herself is reading up on mythical creatures. Dragons, fae, the likeness of them.

          It seems like the more and more time they spend with each other, the more Opacho warms up to her in her own little way. Before, the child simply tolerated Nicole and her presence. Now she seeks her out. It was nice, it was actually really nice to have quite little moments like this.

          Giving her a gentle little squeeze, Nicole settles back before going back to her book, now one handed and resting flat on her lap.

⟬ @bxtonpxss — Sanji's Birthday ( March 2nd ) ⟭

“Good morning and Happy Birthday Sanji!” Thor barrels his way into the kitchen, tail whipping wildly behind him. He scampers up the blonde’s side and leans carefully over his shoulder in order to nuzzles his face against the chef’s cheek. “Need some help?”

"Does trying the first bite count as help?" He was in too good of a mood to care that his kitchen had been barged into, birthday wishes and excitement putting an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

The round mouse on his shoulder was given a fond nuzzle in return, while his hands were occupied with cutting away a portion of the breakfast he had made for himself and the rest of the crew.

The fork was held up, first bite ready for Thor to take if he wanted it. "And thanks, I appreciate it. Let's makes it a good one, yeah?"

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   " -- Why can't you just leave me alone? "

"What's the big deal with this princess anyway? Who is she?" He's been hearing the word princess thrown a lot around the castle and from what little he's gleaned from conversations with some Koopa Troopa's she was the ruler of another kingdom in this world. Bowser also seemed completely obsessed with her and Thor genuinely didn't get it, so who better to ask than the reptile himself.

"She's perfect..."

Words soft as angel wings flock from the living mountain. They stole the edges of his lips and pulled them into a wanting smile. It is not music which soothes the savage beast, but princesses...

"She's the second greatest person to walk the eight lands. Beautiful. Bright. Perfect hair. And a smile that could light up the Dark Lands..."

His eyes wander to the grinning clouds. For far beyond them, she awaits him. Begging for his attention, even now, surely... definitely.

"Princess Toadstool... She's my future bride! The greatest honor a gal could have. Your future Queen."

No way, was that....? Neya's eyes narrow at first upon seeing a flash of red in the distance. As she grew closer however, the figure's features soon became startlingly familiar. "Inu...yasha-san?" She calls out, warily at first but only for a moment as excitement begins to spread through her at the sight of an old friend. She clasps her hands together in front of her and smiles brightly, beaming from ear to ear. "It's been such a long time!"

He may have been wandering the countryside aimlessly for a time, but he was always alert on his feet. No youkai or human would give this lone hanyou a free pass if his name and feats hadn't reached their ears. It was sort of ironic that nothing had changed since the long journey in pursuit of Naraku and the Shikon Jewel had reached its end.

An ear flicked at the sound of his name, his attention pivoting to the source before his mind could connect the voice with a face. Pleasant surprise lifted his brows as he turned to face her properly. "Hey, it's you." The islander girl that wanted to start a village of her own. If he recalled correctly, she had been on her own journey to look for something. He gave a smirk in response to the genuine happiness in hers. "Glad to see you're still kicking, Neya. How've you been?"

“So what’s so important about this ‘school’ thing that you gotta go there all the time?” Thor asks from his curled up position while lifting his head off the top of his paws.

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"Well..." A hand travels to her chin as she ponders on how to answer the question. "It's a way to learn about the world and everything in it. All sorts of subjects, the past, biology, arts, and so much more! It's not...perfect. Nothing ever is. But sometimes your favorite hobby happens because you were introduced to it while going to school. It's how I discovered my love for marine biology, Thor. School can kind of shape you into being...you."

❝ i want to fight. i can help. ❞ Thor to Sora

A natural instinct of the Pokemon that frequented these lands was to run. It wasn't simply a matter of pride, and the desperate found themselves ensuring their trainers could draw safely away from the anomalous sight that continued to feed, infect and multiply. An old aged darkness found itself vying hungrily for the light, and to learn the techniques made from this branch of reality all the same.

It fell upon the hand of Keyblade Wielders to be that natural counter force.

Sora's appearance upon a land could be viewed as both a casual wonder and an ill omen for what's to come. Yet, it's through the Keyblade's battlesong and the swiftness of his martial technique that the forces are gradually being sliced through. A once fragrant and fertile land was being corroded as a foul and sweet stench permeated the surroundings. Whereas brave gouts of flame, fierce attempts of culling the taint through nature driven might of the grass types, it brought a required sense of unity.

Even if for some, it meant that it was facing a facsimile of a being that knew, of a heart captured and morphed to horrific heights, leading to darkness drenched tooth and fang to eagerly snap and increase the start of it's army.

Try as they might, the vital life of this land was strong and it showed through people and Pokemon alike. It led to a not so surprising case where Sora remained surrounded, Kingdom key rebelliously glimmering at this particular heart was an eager prize for the legions of Darkness. What hadn't been expected was the arrival of another from the spiky haired wielder's end, the determined tone of Thor making their wishes known.

For the time being the reasoning couldn't bother in being discerned. Circumstances dictated they'd have to cut a road to victory with what they got.

"Be wary of their attacks. It'll bring a maddening feeling that tries to tackle your mind above all else first. But if this is a place for you to protect--"

"I'm fighting with you. You ready?"

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' i've got your back. ' - reluctant allies (Thor)

🌿 -   ❝ What are you going to do... we should hurry!❞ Mrs Brisby noted the other was a rodent, but what kind? She had no idea. Neither, she was aware of the Pokemon's powers. Mice like her weren't equipped with any kind of instinct to fight. Only, flight.

[ AID ] from Thor

‘Tol and Smol’ prompts

Y'know last time Mat checked, rats were supposed to be slightly taller than mice. Mat appreciated the lift from the abnormally large electric mouse though. —He wasn't about to argue with results.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭. ❞ With Thor's aid, Mat was able to grab onto the toilet plunger, latching himself onto it.

From there, reaching into the satchel strapped to his back, Mat threw a bunch of candy bar wrappers and various other leftover small food things down the toilet. ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. ❞ The little mischief maker said that as if he was trying to hide evidence.

“Hey Psyche,” laid on his back across a thick branch, the rodent stares up aimlessly above, with an unfocused gaze. “You ever wonder what’d life be like if you were a different Pokémon?” Thor turns his head to the side and gazes at the taller, curious of the psychic’s thoughts. “Like what if I was a Goldeen instead of a Pichu? Or a Caterpie…” The rodents head was pretty empty right now, but he was randomly thinking thoughts. “I wonder what it’s like breathing under water an not havin’ paws…”

🔮 "Well, I will not deny that personally life would be less of a complex web for me, if I was simply another Pokemon one might see everyday," Psyche replied, after regarding the rodent's queries with a flick of long tail. There was an apocryphal belief amongst many a creature that one needed to have power, so they could be happy. But for the Mewtwo who possessed more abilities than most would ever know such strengths did not always bring her joy. There was no denying capabilities helped her escape from and evade her captors, but even then whatever happiness copy of Mew felt was ephemeral. She also had to be meticulous with her skills, for they could easily cause harm towards those clone held dear. Such was the curse, to which she beared.

- When Thor mentioned becoming a Caterpie or some Goldeen, the image of former Raichu flailing on land prompted the faintest smile upon muzzle. She can imagine with his spirit typically calm water-type or frail bug may possess a personality uncommon towards the species.

- "Each Pokemon has their strengths and weaknesses, as typing ever indicates. Though if it is all the same to you, I think being a Raichu suits you well." A thought did occur to her that she could possibly test her skills by switching the minds of other Pokemon, but Psyche found there would be little use in that. Additionally, she did not want to freak out her companion too much.

@bxtonpxss​ sent - Do you still write your first muse? ( Questions for the Mun - Accepting! )

Basics.

Do you still write your first muse?

No, he was created specifically for the group that he was in and I never felt any need to revive him or bring him back.  When it came to groups, I tried not to retread characters that I had written before.  I actually saw that the original group I started in was rebooted and I guess they just decided to use all of the templates for all of the old characters (including mine) and he was actually picked up by someone else.  I was honestly just happy to know that he was in good hands, but I didn’t see a need to return back to that specific group and I genuinely hope that other mun was able to put their own spin on this character and reshape and craft their own character.

Does Nicole prefer to cook her own meals at home or order out? Coffee, tea, milk, or juice? Does she drive?

It depends on how she's feeling! For the most part, she'll like to order out if she's ordering for herself. Not all the time does she feel like cooking, and if she's got the option to buy for herself she will.

If there are other people involved, she's more than likely to take that extra time and cook something. Nic knows how to do simple meals like spaghetti and chicken, but nothing too extravagant. It is nice when her simple meal plans work more than well enough for everyone though! It makes her a lot happier too when she can see them enjoying her food. Makes the fight against the laziness actually worth it in those occasions.

Also sorry to all her tea drinking friends, she's a coffee girl. The thing is, she doesn't necessarily like bitter things and most teas are. If she gets the fruity flavored teas that's different. And yeah, coffee is a bitter drink. But she can douse enough cream and sugar into it that whoever takes a sip will be able to TASTE the cavities that they'll get from it.

If she has a choice in anything though, she's getting a caramel frappuccino. Hands down no questions asked.

She absolutely hates the taste of plain milk, so she's going for the juice. If she can get strawberry milk or chocolate milk, maybe she'll go for one of those. But at the end of the date she's getting that juice. Preferably pineapple juice, but if there's none available, she'll go for apple instead.

And she can drive! But cars are expensive and so is gas, so she either walks or takes public transportation. It's a little easier on the wallet.

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       ❝Did’ya want to show me somethin’?❞

“Hey, Toshiro,” Opacho gives the captain’s robes two firm tugs to get his attention. She stares up at him with a curious glint in wide brown eyes, an extremely important question leaves the child’s lips. “Do you poop?”

       I ndulging a child's impromptu inquisitiveness was never an existing fraction, a substantially fundamental point in accordance with the adolescent's present, of his habitually industrious day; he'd perpetually devise and orchestrate an integrality of miscellaneous duties chiefly affixed to his bureau, his barracks, and furthermore any and all necessitated errands 'neath his mentally-constructed agenda every daybreak to fulfill 'fore the wake of twilight. - And yet he still happens to continuously find himself interweaving amongst the threads of this one's exhaustible presence, unintentionally so, for they were comparable to a leech yearning for companionship ---- no matter its intrusive, insufferable, nature. This particular instant, flank to flank they were currently positioned with one another, was no dissimilar. She utters his name and forthwith tugs at his captain's swaying Haori, a desperate endeavor to garner the attention he had fixated towards the horizon ----- and she expeditiously acquired it once an inquiry, a perturbing selection in subject matter, unhesitantly  absconded 'tween her partitioned lips. " ... UH!? " Eyes, augmented in dimension, exhibiting his burgeoning puzzlement, descended earthward to fleetingly align with her brace of coruscant browns, overlaid by innocence seldom beheld, 'fore reverting afresh ahead. " S-Stop talking and focus on the task at hand, Opacho! " he awkwardly chides, junctioning his appendages.

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"They come in every color, shape, and size! Warp pipes are like me! They don't follow rules!"

Bowser broke the law of personal space even now! One quick hop and a swipe had him snatching Thor up by his tail.

"How do they work?... I'll show ya! You call in the pipe. THEN--" His cruel laughter turns the smiles of the hills and clouds as he dunked poor Thor into the opened pipe. It's an express route the dirtiest darkest land their world has to offer: The Koopa Kingdom! "YOU HOP IN! BWAHAHAHAAAAaaaaaaa!"

Darkness and fire await on the other side-- not that the rodent will be given much time to explore. For Bowser hopped in right behind him!