All was quiet in the residence of Vaniville Town. The twilight skies twinkled with stars as many folks were already sound asleep in their beds. Many had a plethora of dreams which kept them at bay as three figures walked silently through the open streets; one having a cart of luggage surprisingly.
Under a lamppost, one could catch a glimpse of two sets of black-haired individuals, with one having a blonde bang over her right eye. The other was red. The three were steadfast on their course as they reached a certain residence.
Inside the household, all was quiet as could be. Things were as peaceful as could get in the house that held three individuals. The husband and wife were sprawled in their bed, as to where the son was seen in his own bed, upside-down with his feet on the pillows as drool went down the side of his cheek.
This was the residence of Joanna, Michael, and their son, Tan.
The door knocked louder than it did the first time, arousing Michael from his slumber. "Mmmm…what?" He groaned. He turned over, his back facing his wife.
Joanna's eyes half-opened, her annoyance sprouting. "What's that sound?"
"Beats me."
Once more, the door knocked.
Michael sat up in bed, looking ahead with surprise. "Who is it at this hour?"
Joanna sat up, looking ahead with some sense of wonder, though it was mainly a groggy sense. As the door knocked once more, the pair turned towards the other. They expected the other to answer in their stead, but knew fussing about it wouldn't make it go away. With a huff, Michael got out of bed from one side while Laura got out the other end. They passed their sleeping son's room, making sure to stay quiet so that he doesn't wake up and cause a fuss of his own. They made it down the stairs and made it towards the door.
"Alright, alright. We're here." Michael hissed as he grabbed the knob and unlocked it. "Look, we don't want trouble. We just want to-" The door opened, revealing the three figures that shook every ounce of sleep out of Michael and Joanna. Their eyes widened, their shock on the rise.
"No way." Joanna gasped as in the porch light, she saw Nic, Erza, and Vanessa standing in front of the outside door, all half-grinning as they stared at the foster-parents' display of disbelief.
"Hi, guys." Vanessa greeted.
"We're sorry for the intrusion." Erza apologized.
"Michael, Joanna, it's good to see you." Nic said.
The duo barely grasped what they were seeing right now. They knew their eyes weren't playing tricks on them, if they were, they probably would've been in bed still. It was a miracle that they didn't pass out from bewildered surprise. All the foster-parents did was allow a moment of regrouping before their shock subsided.
"Nic. Vanessa. And Erza too?" Joanna finally asked.
"What are you doing here?" Michael asked.
Joanna opened the glass door to allow them inside. "Come in, hurry. We don't want suspicion at this hour." She guided them into the abode, with Michael closing both doors behind him.
The trio of fugitive mages took refuge into the living room, where they sat all their commodities down right beside the coffee table and took their seats on the expansive couch. The lamp lights went on and the foster-parents of the Pularis family eventually came sat themselves down on two individual chairs that were across from the coffee table. With everyone comfortable, they could all relax and get caught up.
"I'm honestly surprised, I don't expect visitors. Especially you." Michael said.
"Well if I were in your place, that'd make two of us." Nic replied.
"Sounds a bit of an understatement." Joanna noted. "It's still so good to see you, though."
Vanessa smiled wide for her foster-mother. "It's great to see you too."
"And you brought Erza with you. That's shocking."
"I am humbled by your hospitality, thank you once more for allowing us solace." Erza bowed.
"Oh don't be silly." Michael waved dismissively. "That's what family is for."
Joanna's grin turned to a frown. "Still, what made you wanna come at this hour? Everyone's asleep."
Nic retained a half-grin, staying mindful of the short-notice circumstances. "We're sorry. We didn't mean to disturb you. We didn't have a lot of options to consider. We know we should've waited until the sun came up."
"It's fine…but why are you here?"
Michael looked over to his lamp, turning the nozzle to make it a little brighter. With the added light, he could see that their faces looked a little groggy, if not worn out. This left him unsound.
"You don't look so good. Did something happen?" He asked.
Nic turned left and right to shoot gazes at Erza and Vanessa. They all shared the same expression: remorse. They could tell lying was not part of the plan, so as they turned back towards Michael and Laura, they told them of what happened back on Earth Land. They left nothing out of the war with Tartaros. They described the chaos and strife they had to put to rest. By the time they were finished, the husband and wife's faces were grimacing with disbelief.
"So, this…Tartaros, was it? They are what caused destruction?" Joanna repeated.
"And your guild disbanded not long after?" Michael added.
Nic slowly nodded. "I'm afraid so."
Joanna rose from her seat and moved towards the three. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry." The foster-mother leaned in and pulled the three into a soft hug. No one bit nor argued as they accepted the embrace. "I can't believe such a terrible thing happened."
"It's okay, really." Vanessa said. Her smile returned. "I'm sure everyone will be alright."
"She's right." Erza said. "It was a consequence we can bear with. We'll be able to get by, somehow at least."
"We appreciate your concern. It makes us happy to see that you both are sound with our cause." Nic thanked.
Joanna pulled away, grinning down at the trio with empathy. "There's no need to thank us. Please, make yourselves at home. We'll be more than glad to help you out in any way we can."
Everyone smiled at the sincerity she gave them.
Michael continued to grimace, but he seemed enlightened compared to earlier. "Have you three decided on what you will do now?"
"We have, actually." Nic said.
Michael's eyes widened. "Really?"
Erza nodded. "Yes. We decided that we shall reside here in Kalos, although our stay may prolong or be short-lived, depending on what we think as we move along."
"Sounds like another journey you're about to take."
Vanessa grinned at Michael's note. "You can say."
"We actually decided to start here in Vaniville Town. We're probably going to be heading out right after we recuperate. Maybe after a couple days." Nic informed.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You're free to stay for as long as you'd like." Michael said. "After what happened, sounds like you need a little pick-me-up."
Joanna clasped her hands together. "I got just the thing! Why don't I whip up a fruit salad? You're all looking a little pale."
Nic raised a brow, his smile widening. "That sounds nice. Erza? Vanessa? What about you?"
"I am grateful for the choice."
"Sure."
At the two girls' replies, Joanna whisked herself away to the kitchen. Reaching for the fridge, she looked inside, where she saw a blue bowl with blueberries, melon, cantaloupe, peach squares, and even broken up Oran Berries for some flavor. She reached for it and closed the fridge behind.
"So…" Michael asked, still on his chair. "Did anything else happen after Christmas?"
"What do you mean?" Nic wondered.
"I mean anything good? Bad? You know, that stuff." He was trying to make a conversation, even if he was 'iffy' if that meant anything. He knew Tartaros and what this so-called 'Face' were terrible, but he hoped there was some levity to the situation.
Nic and the others frowned, recapping on what happened after Christmas. Before Tartaros' attack. Their minds instantly drew towards the Impure Underworld incident. Nic and Vanessa's anguish at their peak, the psychotic people/organisms they had to slay, and the most disturbing revelation of all; their family. It was a very tough thing to say, let alone speak about. It was a time where Mark and Laura made amends and proved their worth as decent parents. They protected them, and they worked together as a family. It was when Nic and Vanessa could finally learn to forgive them for the cold pain they have inflicted on them all this time. They even met their Uncle Vince, even if it wasn't for long before he too was brought to piece. The only problem was how to say it to anybody, even Joanna and Michael. After careful consideration, they knew the answer: They can't. If you took care of children who had terrible blood and a forsaken history, how would you feel to have fostered children who forgave their former parents, who absent-mindedly hurt and stabbed their own son ad smacked their daughter. They would've thought it was mad of them, though Nic nor the others couldn't blame them. They weren't there. They knew that it was in their best interest to let this matter be for themselves and themselves alone. They can be at peace knowing that their own personal mayhem was at last over.
The trio looked lost in their own thoughts, and as Michael was about to speak, the guys looked back at him, hollow grins plastered on their faces.
"Nothing but seeing sights and going on jobs." Nic lied.
Michael sat back in his seat, shrugging. "I see." Thankfully to the trio, he bought the lie.
"We could be asking you that. What have you been up to?" Erza inquired, trying to redirect the conversation.
"Us?" Joanna answered as she walked into the living room with forks and the fruit salad bowl. "We've been the same. We've actually been thinking about repainting Tan's room soon. Here." She sat the bowl down in front, and presented forks for everyone.
They all indulged themselves in the savoring taste of the day-old fruit salad. As they savored every citrus taste, they could feel their worries fade. As the group conversed, talking among various ideas of what color to make Tan's room, they were unaware that up on the staircase, the door creaked open to Tan's room, the little boy popping his head from the crack.
"…so yeah, we're probably going to hire a company that has painter and Smeargle come in. We were told that they were reasonable price, but we're on a budget for this month." Joanna said.
Nic swallowed another Oran Berry, taking note of Joanna's inquiry. "You know if you need help painting, you can always ask me. I'll be more than obliged to help." He offered.
"Thanks for the concern, but I think we can handle it." Michael assured.
Vanessa swallowed another melon piece before turning towards the foster-parents. "Speaking of Tan, how is he?"
"Well, he's-" Michael stopped midsentence when the sound of footsteps was heard. His attention averted towards the stairway, where everyone looked with surprise as Tan was making way down the stairs, all dressed up in his little pajamas. They were a full body suit of blue with bubble, with sea Pokémon like Tentacool, Shellder, and Staryu printed everywhere. They looked cozy.
"Tan?" Joanna asked.
The little boy's eyes widened as he looked towards Nic and Vanessa, his eyes widening. "Nic! Vanessa!" He chirped loudly as he ran after them like he was using Tackle. He passed the various legs and got up on the couch between the two siblings, where he went to hug Nic first. Though surprised, the siblings bounced back with tranquil smiles.
"Hey, Tan." Nic greeted.
"Yay! You guys came over!" He chirped. He hopped over Nic and hugged Vanessa, who held him with a motherly smile.
"Look at you, you've gotten bigger since last we saw you." Vanessa said.
"Probably all that junk his mother keeps feeding him." Michael teased. The comment rewarded him with an elbow delivered from the company of Joanna. "Ow!"
"Anyways~." Joanna chimed. "Tan, what are you doing up? Do you know what time it is?"
"It's fine. He's no trouble." Nic said. He glanced down at the boy, who perched himself between him and his sister. "I'm sure he's just as excited to see us as you guys are."
"Mommy! Are they here to sleep over with us?" Tan asked.
Joanna nodded towards her son. "Yes, sweetheart. They've come to stay for a short while."
"Yay!"
"But be sure to behave yourself while they're here, okay?" She warned.
"I will!"
"Good."
Tan turned towards Nic next, his smile wider than before. "Oh! Nic! Nic! I wanna show you something!"
Nic showed general surprise. "Show me something?"
"Can I show him? Please Daddy? Mommy?" Tan gave them both pleading eye and balling fists, hoping they wouldn't mind. He watched his parents look at the other and back at him.
"Sure, alright." Michael answered.
"Yes!" Tan hopped off the couch and made a dash for upstairs. In his excitement he nearly tripped, but caught himself as he looked like a panting Houndour as he went straight for his room.
Michael shot Joanna a look. "Saw that? I'm telling ya, that sugar's only going to backfire on the boy."
Joanna rolled her eyes away, looking disinterested. "Oh, stop." She whined. "He's five."
"Fine, fine." He waved in innocence, backing off from her insistence on sugar.
The next instance, Tan came down the stairs, having something behind his back. He had a big smile on his face as he looked at Nic.
"So what is it?" Nic asked, feigning curiosity for the sake of the boy.
Tan pulled it round his back, smiling as he presented a Luxury Ball. "Tada~!"
The trio staying over looked surprised at the different type of Poke Ball. They stared at the sphere with question, with Erza being the first to ask.
"What is that? A Poke Ball?"
"Close." Vanessa answered. "It's a Poke Ball, but a different kind. It's a Luxury Ball." Her eyes widened in realization. "Hey, wait. Is that…"
Tan nodded with excitement. "Mhm! Yup! This is my Luxury Ball! Nic, you remember what you said before?"
Nic's eyes shot wide open. He had almost forgotten about what he said back on Christmas Eve. It's been so long, but he could recount along the lines of using it for his first friend that will be with him always. If that made any sense, then it should imply. The revelation struck Nic like Thunder. "You mean…"
"Yup! I made a new friend! I looked him straight in the eyes and we are inseparable!" He chimed. He raised the Luxury Bal into the air with both hands, the capsule starting to open on command. "Come out!"
The Luxury Ball popped open. An energy went into the air and arched down onto the coffee table. On the coffee table, it revealed a small Pokémon, no longer than a foot in length. It had a stinger on the front and rear end of its worm-like body with a nog red nose. The creature craned his head, blinking as he stared at the many new faces.
Tan gestured with joy. "Everyone, meet my friend!"
The hairy bug's nose wrinkled a few seconds, before he let out a sneeze. His snot was a String Shot, which globbed on the coffee table.
Michael let out another sigh as he got up from his chair. "I'll get the wipes." He said as he went for a nearby closet.
Nic and the girls looked surprised as they stared at the bug as he and Tan seemingly smiled at one another. They watched as Tan reached his hand out, and the bug inched slowly onto his arm. Tan laughed as it tickled as he crawled onto his shoulder. Watching the sight, Nic overcame his shock with a big smile.
"So you've befriended a Weedle." He answered. "I'm proud of you."
"Aww, thanks!" Tan blushed in embarrassment at the compliment.
Weedle made it onto his head, his nose and head peering down and staring at Tan. All the boy did was stare with awe.
"Another Pokémon." Erza said.
Vanessa pulled out her PokeDex, a holographic image of Weedle appearing on the screen.
"Weedle, the Hairy Bug Pokémon. Often found in forests and grasslands. It has a sharp, toxic barb of around two inches on top of its head." The device announced.
"I see." Erza looked back ahead, seeing Weedle wiggling its feet on Tan's head. They looked ticklish as proven by Tan laughing and trying to tease Weedle into stopping. She smiled warmly at the sight, it was cute. "What a very sweet thing to behold." She said.
"We worry sometimes because of that stinger." Joanna admitted. "But it's really handy around the house sometimes."
"Yeah, believe me, you won't believe it." Michael walked out of the hallway behind the stairs, carrying a wet disinfectant wipe. He went over and wiped away the String Shot. "The Pokémon is a handy helper."
"Is that so?" Nic looked towards Weedle with a raised brow and grin, intrigued by the tale.
"Oh yeah! This one time, Weedle used String Shot to catch one of the laundry basket that tumbled down! And there was this other time when Mommy nearly fell on the wet floor, and Weedle used his String Shot and caught her!"
"His String Sot does help reach stuff when convenient." Michael said as he bent back up. "That should do it."
Nic reached for Tan's head, where Weedle stood. He gingerly pet around Weedle's stinger, getting the head gingerly. His smile was warm. "You certainly are a very lucky Pokémon, aren't you."
Everyone smiled with sincerity as Weedle looked equally as happy as Tan. Nic and Erza looked at one another and their smiles also grew.
Daybreak arose, but even so, nobody was deterred. They all looked healthy, happy, and ready to tackle the day. It was still cool outside, but even with a jacket, Tan was outside trying to chase Weedle around, who was using his String Shot to swing from tree to tree; although there were only a few trees around the yard and spread thin.
Nic sat on the porch, watching with a soft frown seeing Tan and his Weedle play around. Joanna and Michael. As he watched them get energy out of their systems, he couldn't help but feel something else. Something…like belonging. It wasn't in his place to say nor think, but looking back at it, Tan had it better than he did. He never interacted with Pokémon until he was 15, while Tan was 5 and interacted with Pokémon. But even with this in mind, he doesn't regret his path. He still has 6 of his own he met and feels as his brothers and sisters. For that he dismissed his senses.
A pair of slender arms snaked around his neck and shoulders, making his gaze expand before settling down. He knew by the feel that they were from Erza. He smirked as she kneeled behind him, her cheek pressed against the side of his face.
"Good morning." She sultrily greeted.
"Good morning." He answered lightly. He draped his wrist and hand on her draped arms, the touch tingling Erza. He leaned in closer, the warmth of her body against his back giving him a tingling sensation.
"I see you're still up. You sister is asleep." The redhead said.
"I wouldn't blame her. She isn't exactly a morning type of person now, is she?" He teased.
Erza chuckled. "True."
A small silence fell between the two, allowing only the sweet aroma of fresh air and the morning dew dripping from the leaves. They allowed the other to beside them, where they mused and raptured in their scenery and how they still had one another, even after all the heinous monstrosities they've endured. Due dripped. Fletchling chirping. The first rays of the shining sun along the horizon. Their first morning back in Kalos, and solace was all they felt.
Nic turned towards Erza, leaning in and his lips gingerly against Erza cheeks. The sudden affection made Erza's cheeks red as her guard was off, but she didn't fight. Once satisfied, Nic pulled away from his kiss and stared into her eyes.
"We'll be okay." He assured.
Erza looked towards him, smiling in agreement. "Yes. Whatever will come…" She leaned in, her forehead pressed against his. "We won't let the other be taken away. No matter what."
"Tan! Come inside!" Joanna called from inside the house.
Tan and Weedle stopped what they were doing and Weedle plopped onto his head. "Aw, but Mom-"
"No buts. C'mon sweetheart, you and Weedle have to get ready for school!"
Tan groaned as knew it was time. He just wanted to go back to being 4, before pre-school. Before kindergarten. Still, if he said no, he'd be in a lot of trouble. The last time he said no and wanted to play rather than school, his mother took the TV away for two days. He lethargically went inside, Weedle groaning as well as playtime was over…for now.
Tan passed his foster-brother and Erza, the two smiling at him as he walked by.
"You do well." Erza said.
"We'll be here when you get home." Nic assured.
"Okay." Tan went inside, his mood better knowing that he still had a couple days to spend with Nic and Vanessa while they were over.
Nic turned towards Erza, the mood shifting once more. "So, shall we get to our business as well?" He stood up from the porch and took a step down. He turned towards her and reached a hand out. She accepted and their fingers slipped into one another. As Nic turned, Erza was pulled along with no sign of wanting to go with anyone else. They headed onto the sidewalk, onto their next course of action – next door.
There was perhaps a massive expanse of shriveled up weeds and grass growing in the area, but the uneven ground and cracked earth was also repulsive to see. One could've mistaken it for a place where you could see Pidgey or Bunnelby. It's been abandoned for years, and that's all its been. This was a place forgotten, forsaken by all. This was a wasteland where Hell raised two offspring that suffered. This was a graveyard…Nic and Vanessa's former home. And now, it was reduced to nothing.
After the arrest many years ago, the community sought it was proper to tear down the house. They knew it wasn't shabby, but they were also aware that being adopted next door, Vanessa wouldn't like staring at the place where she was traumatized. So for years on end, the yard was all that it was, a small backyard and front yard, with weeds and grass growing in place of the house, which was gone like a ghost.
Erza and Nic had hands held tight as they stared at the terrain, half-grinning as the morning sun shimmered down on the grass and decrepit weeds.
"So this is what's left? A very unruly sight indeed." Erza said.
"Indeed. Untouched by anyone apparently." Nic said. He looked around, taking notice of the large weeds stalks growing in a few places. "I wouldn't be surprised if you saw Spewpa, Caterpie, or Weedle in here."
"You think that's how Tan met his Weedle?"
"Possible. We can ask him when he gets home." Nic glowed, his light equaling radiance delivered by the sun. As he finished, he was revealed in his Meadow Form, but the edging, belt, shoes and shirt beneath were of the Earth Form. This was Grass/Ground, and he was going to make the best of it.
"Are you sure about this?" Erza asked.
"I am." Nic said. "If we're staying a few days, we can't get rusty. We need to get stronger and battle more. And besides…" His smile widened a little more. "I'm sure Mom and Dad wouldn't mind."
Erza nodded, agreeing.
Nic let go of Erza and stepped forward. As he stared at the graveyard of weed, he knew this was going to be erased. "It's time we make use of this land." He brought his arm around from one side and swiped it in the opposite direction. At the instance, his Meadow Form caused all the weeds and grass to die off in a matter of seconds. All the tainted green and the massive stalks of earth-feeding disgust shriveled up and became nothing more than straw. They littered the terrain, green now dead brown. Nic snapped his fingers next, and just like that, the dead life became dust and crumbled into thin air.
Before them now was maybe a large expanse of cracked, dried earth and unsanitary ground. But like the weeds, Nic was going to make it vanish.
"Bulldoze!"
Nic raised a foot and slammed it down in front with all his weight. The singular shockwave made was like a wave that spread all across the domain, reaching to the cross-wired fencing on all three sides in front.
Inside the house, the sound was heard, and the vibrations made the dishes in the pantry shudder. The glass of water shook in the counter, catching Michael's attention as he raised a brow. "What's going on?"
With earth turned over, that left chipped rock and cracked earth. Nic swung his foot around and swept his right foot upfront and arched his left arm and slammed the palm into the ground. The ground immediately bended at his command, the earth-bending maneuver making the debris and dust fuse with the ground. Before them was now a new, smooth surface of dirt. It was so smooth and fresh that it wasn't even recognizable from the decrepit shambles it was thirty seconds ago.
The door opened up front, revealing Michael and Joanna. They looked over, seeing Nic and Erza in the yard over yonder.
"Nic?! Erza?!" Joanna called out. "What's going on?!"
"Just wait!" Nic called out. He raised both hands and stretched the fingers out. He narrowed his eyes and let out a grunt before slamming them against the earth.
The earth began to shake as green ripples flowed from Nic's hands. As he generated life into the ground, Joanna and Michael began to go wide-eyed at the scene. They knew Nic had powers, but they never saw them in person before. They began to gawk as roots sprouted from the edging of the fencing. The roots became bark, which grew into tall, thin trees with branched high enough to see below. The shadows casted over the marries pair, overcasting their disbelief.
"What…is that?" Michael stuttered.
"Nic just…sprouted tress?" Joanna gasped.
Nic looked up, staring with a serious expression. Before him was smooth dirt with five tall, thin trees acting as barrier on opposite sides, while three covered the east, where the sun was rising. The trees were all forty-feet high, and a total of 13 barricaded them in front of the fencing. In between the trees, there were soft bushes that were reasonably large to cover the space, while clearly giving some space for those to see from the opposite side of the fencing to see.
"That's what Nic can do?" Michael inquired.
Nic glowed, shifting into his Flame Form. He held up an index finger, where the tip had a pressurized fire on the very tip, like a blowtorch. He darted around the dirt, dragging the index finger on the ground. The flame trail followed behind, making sharp turns that followed with his finger, making straight lines when possible, and dragged into circles.
As Nic finished, he met up with Erza and reverted to himself and looked back at the scene made. He looked proudly at the scorch trails, which made a battlefield in a perimeter that was cindered deep into the earth.
The once shabby domain was now of life, a place of battling where Nic, Erza, and Vanessa could proudly call it a good use of space.
"Not too shabby, if I do say so myself." Nic said.
"I think it's lovely." Erza said.
Michael and Joanna were soon preceded by Tan, who came out dressed for school and Weedle in the Luxury Ball back in his room. When he came out, he stared at the new domain that was now a battlefield with tall, thin trees. He knew those weren't there before, and instead of a place where he once saw and befriended the Weedle, there lied a new sight. And to be honest, it was beautiful.
"Whoa…" He marveled.
"A battlefield?" Michael marveled at the sight, rubbing his head with a chuckle of disbelief.
"It's…" Joanna's eyes widened with amazement. "Amazing!"
Nic looked towards Erza and smiled. "Why don't we get some morning practice in, before we decide to wake up Vanessa."
Erza accepted Nic's challenge. "I'd be delighted."
Nic stepped to the side. "After you."
Erza proceeded in front, where Nic followed behind. As Erza moved in her blouse and skirt, Nic's coat shifted. Both took their positions, with Nic walking to the far end, his back illuminated by the sunrise. Erza was on the side closer to the sidewalk, where she stared at Nic, her light that has guided her through darkest times.
Both Trainers pulled out Poke Balls, smiling with determination.
"Nic, I love you." Erza said confidently. "But don't think I won't go easy on you."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." He assured. "We won't hold back in the slightest either! Let's go!" He tossed the Poke Ball up, high into the air. The capsule opened, and in midair revealed Greninja. The Ninja Pokémon landed in a crouched position, straightening himself and in a ninja-lunge position.
"(Let's make this count.)" He said.
Erza threw her Poke Ball. "Very well, go Doublade!"
The Poke Ball opened, revealing Doublade floating in midair. She was sheathed, but stared at Greninja with willingness to fight. "(I dare not back down from a challenge awaiting me!)" She declared.
Nic and Erza stared into the other's eyes, ready and able to get the year-long mission started. In unison, their eyes narrowed.
"Let's go!"
Greninja lunged at Doublade, while the Sword Pokémon unsheathed herself and went after Greninja, both meeting in the middle.
With the sun rising, the dawn of a new day begins.
Hi guys, so instead of wanting to make A Contender's Bonds longer with all this stuff transpiring in Kalos, I made it into a side-story, so there wouldn't be any intrusion for the Avatar Arc when I get rolling onto that.
So if you guys will listen, I will say this. This story is a spin-off, so it is not big nor anything important like that. Nothing important to the actual plot will transpire, so any catching Erza has or evolution-wise won't occur unless I say otherwise in the main story. This is just a bunch of drabbles and small ideas Nic, Erza, and Vanessa have while traveling and training hard in Kalos in preparation for the Avatar and Alvarez Empire Arc. So if a small idea gets into my noggin about what they do, I may post. But like I said, nothing drastic nor plot-related, okay? Okay.
So thanks for taking a look at this spin-off and continue supporting my OCxErza crossover!