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https://cajunavenger.github.io/ favorite of each type by gen, and some other stuff as well here's mine

The remaining Drengr were being cleared out quite nicely. As she'd expected, the bear made short work of finishing off the one that she'd thrown her hammer at. Sabrina - for whom Dracona was also an acceptable name, apparently - had very nearly killed the one she'd been combating, but chose to let it go at the last second. Abby for one approved of the decision. After Sabrina/Dracona had apparently parleyed with the bear, and received a nod from Abby confirming that she could indeed make the hurt go away if it let her, Gene had voiced his own opinion on the Drengr-sparing. "O-Out of curiosity, why did you let that one go? You realize, they'll warn their kind right? We could end up being in serious trouble if anything happens... N-N-Not that I'm saying you or the others can't handle it...n-n-not saying that at all...j-just more like...um...i-it's a bold move, y-yeah that's it." "I think it's a good thing," Abby offered as a response. "Real heroic-like. Plus, just because we have magical powers and all doesn't mean we're allowed to become a bunch of sociopaths with no regard for life. Case in point." Getting back up to her feet, Abby brought her hand up to rub some of the sting out of the spot where her arm had been sliced. She could already feel her clothes regenerating. If only the textiles of her own world could be so convenient! It would save a lot of unfortunate cases of having to throw out a shirt you really liked but was old and full of holes. It would also save a lot of... other situations. The poorly-timed end of one ill-fated skirt she particularly liked from middle school came to mind. "This might take a bit, but I'm not gonna hurt you," Abby said, pointing her magic hand at the bear again. "Just relax and think about... whatever it is bears like? Fishing or something?" Although the bear had initially taken a cautious step back at first - not that Abby blamed it or anything - the bear didn't put up much resistance once the actual healing part started. "This is pretty awesome, right?" she smiled, looking back at the rest of the team. "Bears are great. Not that I've ever seen one up close like this before."

"Well, looks like we've ended up with a little group of weirdos." To that, Wendy could agree. Thankfully, she was a much-needed dose of normalcy in this collection of strange and unusual characters. "Myself included, of course! Helena's the name, and this cutie is Jackie. I don't see much of a problem with Mahli wandering off and doing his own thing, it'd just bring everyone down to force someone to go somewhere they didn't wanna go... But we may as well tag along to Levincia for the first stretch, ye?" "Wendy," the white-haired girl reiterated, for those that hadn't been there when she first introduced herself. "I agree; if only as far as Levincia, we should at least stick together at the start of our adventure." And so the plan was made; meet back up outside the gates of Mesagoza, and from there, once the gang was all there, get this show on the road! Outside Mesagoza, South Province Area Three - 4:30 PM Wendy had initially resolved to be outside the gates at four o'clock, on the nose. However, met with some free time before the hour of choice, she'd gone to Naranja's library, to do a bit of research. Or try to, anyway. What was supposed to be "research" ended up turning into "struggling to find any material that could be found anywhere else". She'd been looking for any sort of documentation on Paldea's climate, as per the job that had sent her here in the first place, but the only mentions of weather that seemed unique to the region were listings of pokemon unique to Paldea who interacted with weather - a phenomenon far from unique to this region - and one not-very-academic-looking footnote that mentioned Paldea's rains were generally so short that there was no point bothering with umbrellas or anything of the sort in the first place, which did absolutely nothing to help Wendy in her search. The only thing that was even remotely connected to her search was the knowledge that Pelipper was a pokemon that existed in this region, which was not only a fact that nobody had ever called into question, but also one that still provided no assistance. Pelipper was far from exclusive to Paldea, yet this was the only region that was... like this. So unless there was some sort of hyper-frequent mass migration of the creatures or some equally unlikely situation, "pokemon abilities" could be ruled out as to why the weather in Paldea could swerve so suddenly. And then Wendy realized she was late, and that hitting the books was clearly getting nowhere anyway. She wasted no time putting everything back where she found it, ensuring she had her two poke balls with her, then hurrying to the gates of Mesagoza. Generally one to travel very light, Wendy had simply gotten a regular backpack, filling it up with supplies she'd imagined others might want. Not to mention there was that one boy, whose bag surely compensated for the rest of the team if they were light travelers like herself or if they simply neglected to prepare for a journey all around the Paldea Region. Wendy approached the gates just in time to hear that Aruto boy call out to the rest of his team. It seemed he was just now catching up as well, but rather than from within the city, it seemed he'd already gotten a bit of a head start exploring beyond its safety. "HEY! Sorry, was exploring a bit...got me a new Pokémon too!" "No worries, no worriessss. What's a few minutes on a long adventure like this? I'm sure the extra prep time is more valuable than the little bit of time lost, and it certainly looks like he was having fun!" Helena's opinion was met with a nod of agreement from Wendy. Followed by an introduction of her two partners. The Pumpkaboo was named Jackie, and the Klefki was named Lockpick. That was a thing trainers tended to do, now that she thought about it. Nicknaming pokemon and all. Wendy, for one, never saw a reason to. Even Mahli's pokemon had been dubbed Aroma. Fishing a pair of poke balls out of her raincoat pocket, Wendy casually pushed the buttons on the pair, releasing her own duo of pokemon that they might enjoy the fresh air. "It's... impressively dry out here," Wendy commented. "In fact, I would even call it disturbingly dry, though that may be because I come from a moist and humid region. Hopefully everyone remembered to pack some water for the trip." Still, a localized section of the region being this arid? Perhaps our vacationing employee back home simply visited at a bad time and this whole weather phenomenon I'm meant to investigate was being over-exaggerated as a result of a biased experience.

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i left the tea bag in my mug for way too long and now my leaf water has turned into leaf juice instead

the irony of this specific stephen he quote being put to a gif that has way too few frames on the first line and being taller than it is wide making it both unsuitable for forum use and surprisingly small on discord is not lost to me

As Abby tried her best to heal the bear, a few facts became readily apparent. Healing a singular cut like she'd gotten yesterday was very different from trying to restore a very wounded bear back to health, big animals were harder to heal than people, and with the rather rudimentary healing abilities she had combined with the other two pieces of information, it overall felt like she was wasting her time with this. Oh well, I tried. If she was going to heal this majestic creature back to peak condition, it would have to be after dealing with the drengr. Fortunately, that was something Abby already had some small amount of experience in, not that that sounded like something to be proud of. THe others were already doing a fine job keeping most of the enemies occupied, but Abby's eye caught one straggler that was still unaccounted for. Not on her watch. Giving the bear a pat on the closest non-wounded bit of bear she could find, Abby said "I'll come back to you in just a moment." Stepping out from the "cover" of the bear's general existence, Abby swung her hammer behind her back, then, putting the whole of her body into it, threw the hammer at the remaining drengr. With her spellcasting hand, meanwhile, Abby called forth an otherwise-harmless blast of wind from behind her, accelerating the hammer's pace toward its target. The drengr, for its part, was fully occupied with the bear, and so failed to notice the shiny magical weapon hurtling toward it. The impact was significant, breaking the drengr's arm, and if Abby had to guess, some ribs as well. However, so eager was Abby to deal with the drengr, she hadn't considered her proximity to the bear. The injured, thrashing bear. The bear, not knowing or simply not caring about the fact that Abby had tried to heal its wounds, and/or of the general concept of gratitude, and certainly not in a state to distinguish friend from foe, had been doing as injured bears are wont to do, and was thrashing about to try and clear up anything that would try to harm it. And Abby, unfortunately, was in swinging range of its big bear arms, catching a clawed slap near the shoulder that knocked her off her feet and threw her to the ground. With the drengr down an arm and Abby herself also injured, the bear was probably the best off out of all three parties. That was why she was fully confident in her decision to back off for a moment, putting that healing spell to use on her fancy new bear slashes while she let the bear and drengr settle their differences for a bit.