Me: … ugh. I can't think of any thing that isn't generic.
Zoey: Then why're you revising now?
Me: Because.
Tim: Someone please tell the author she's stuffed with terrible ideas.
Me: owo -slaps him upside the head-
Chapter 10: Umbre the Tree
I swipe my head from side to side. Where did that scream start out from..? Like an echo, I frantically search out the origin of this yell about a child and about the shape of some... motherly figure, I would presume, without such luck. As I think back to the moment, that sound ripped into the world hollow like a sort of bellow upturned into the sky... It could have come from anywhere, honestly. I turn my head to the left and see flying silver braids and a yellow-scaled creature smack into Zoey, knocking her over too.
"Owwie."
"S-sorry... Zo... ey..." mumbles the frightfully shy bagon. She and Bay must have left their own piles of ensconcing hay after seeing Elijah rummage so fearfully without any sign of stopping. Speaking of the emolga, my eyes dart about for a furry, yellow-flecked being with large, coal-colored orbs without much luck in his area as well. Perchance he and the mother disappeared together. A duo.
Splayed to my side is a mangled group of our teammates. My wet partner is pushed to the bottom of the pile. Above her rests a light blue-scaled biped with her large, stumpy feet forced up in the air, silvery braids flung around her wildly. She slowly lifts herself from the clump. Jen thrusts an instinctive and accidental slip that sends her flailing off of the wet mammal below and crashing into dirt. The final being once stuck unto Jen was, surely, the yellow-scaled Bay, whose yellow skin shines brightly in the morning light. After such a ride, his landing is distinguished by a stirring of dirt and upheaval of earthy tangs. The fog bolsters in on me, especially as my winged... friend... shakes himself haphazardly. "Yuck!" he squeaks, cyan-ringed eyes locked tight as he splutters.
Once Zoey is up, she snickers at the clumsy group. "Aren't we just the most amazing gang ever?" She snorts, itching her oval-shaped, muddy brown nose limpidly. Her accent once again shines through like a beacon. Bay the dunsparce snickers beside her. As if he hadn't disappeared, Elijah's dark ears fold in annoyance beside me via the squealing, naïve oshawott. The sound of footsteps suddenly cut into the air: a great thunk, thunk, thunk. I stiffen back, nearly spiraling into Elijah as an encore. The emolga hisses past me in response.
A creature formed like a giant and easily menacing mammal lumbers up to me in a hurry. I notice that she has spiky, light blue fur with a darker blue scruff. Built onto her are these long and limber and... muscular limbs that honestly bang at me in my head and cause a small sense of... fear. I don't know how much I like this large being.
Trailing behind the frantic yet humungous mammal is a small, gray, springing creature. The oval-shaped being has a gleaming, light pink pearl around her tiny gray ears, and a gray, springy tail that she bounces on instead of walking like every other normal pokemon. "Oh, thank goodness! I've heard about Paradise!" the beartic cries. "My niece, Pinky-" She motions towards the hopping spoink following her. "-adventures with him a lot, but he's gone!" I just look at the lady, my mind reeling. I wonder who she is talking about. My eyes flash confusion and the lady squeaks. "Oh!" Mist replies, snapping back into the present.
"My son. Chilly... he's a cubchoo and he's gone absolutely missing! Completely, utterly... he's gone! My son has gone missing! I can't find him... a-anywhere!" Whilst in such a toiling state, Mist releases a piteous howl, her icy jaws parted wide open, displaying her icicle-like teeth.
Mist itches her icicle-shaped scruff thoughtfully, eyes scrunched together as if in fear to drop any tears. I wonder with her. Where possibly could a small child go if missing? Then Pinky's eyes light up, and she bounces over to the winged mammal -Elijah- beside me. She answers, "We usually play around in Mystery Dungeons and look for cool stuff! Like this one time, we found a blue key at the entrance of Desolate Canyon!" The small, silvery being gives us a smug smile, earning a stern look from Mist. They went... to Desolate Canyon once, that putrid ball of dust and death risks skyrocketing. Those small words prick at me and seem to point out just how ridiculously dangerous Truught is... if the children decide to run amok in Mystery Dungeons. Before the small, oval shaped girl receives a scathing remark from her aunt, the water mammal by my side hurriedly adds to the conversation.
Zoey glances at the hostile party of pokemon and blurts, "Where do you think you'd find him?" Yes; we have to start somewhere. Thank you for that, naïve little oshawott.
Pinky thinks for a minute. Her light gray snout twitches thoughtfully. "Well, I know that Chilly has been wanting to go to these other places... uh... he was saying something like we should go... to this... like... oh. Right. Somewhere really not dangerous! Like this one forest... or this meadow it surrounds. Right, right."
The small bundle of creatures surrounding me seem to burst in whispers and mumbles about where each should go. Seeing their voices steam and rise and seemingly not break apart, I gasp loudly and mumble, "Zoey, let's go to the forest." The first words that pop into my head are transmitted through our team.
"Okay, then. I call the meadow!" cries Bay. Elijah, beside him, nods at this gently, to stay beside his old friend. Jen seems to recognize that the meadow sounds much less alluring and dangerous than the forest, so she quickly runs through me, silvery braids whipping amongst the rendezvous, and rejoins up to where the yellow beings to the side stand.
I sweep the area, happy that everyone seems satisfied. "Oh... thank goodness for rescue teams." The female beartic's eyes shimmer, almost as if allotted by tears. "I haven't seen such wonderful pokemon in a long time... Ah, much too much a stretch if you ask me. Thank goodness you've started one... team Paradise."
Paraside... I guess that's us, then... We literally are Paradise. I acknowledge this through the blooming shoots of grass tickling under my feet as of now... We're growing like them.
Paradise is.
With a dizzying wave, the purple-furred feline takes a fantastic bow surely unhealthy toward her back and nearly tumbles into a large bushel. Thankfully, this allows the thundering of pawsteps behind to lose sight of her lilac furs and skitter out of focus, out of sight. Blundered beneath the vegetation, pent up in a back-embracing position, the quadrupedal holds her breath as her bright, violet eyes watch in careful succession, praying that the followers cannot grasp at her.
She has to live.
She has to live...
She can't die...
She can't die!
Slowly, our group passes by the large map of Mystery Dungeons. I take my time walking over shortly cut grass. Upon scrutinizing the ample map posted in the crossroads, I determine that our location of question is further to the right... nearby that one nearby Mystery Dungeon place I remember traipsing upon with Tim that one time... To the side of the holed off area is a swamp of greenery, distinguished by the simply green horizon, eventually leading off into a woodland, though the conifer-topped grassland contains a limited amount of shortcuts to escape into that Mystery Dungeon faster: our target.
Upon ducking into the trees and leaving the well-trodden path, thorns soon litter on the ground and stick themselves into Zoey's and my own toes. "Haven't you ever been in the forest before? Don't you have family that live in one with you? I mean, why else would you be here?" She gives a nervous chuckle. "Llana, you've been stepping on even more thorns than me!" The water mammal glances at me, queer, but doesn't press further in sight of my wrecked eyes. I'd rather leave my memories of my dead family behind, especially the conflicted approach called Gerald, who Stella did confirm to have... died.
Perchance he didn't want to leave but would have rather led himself away so I didn't have to see the body... Gerald... my uncle... he...
Oh... I miss him...
It hurts in my chest...
Stop... stop...
The thought continues chewing at my mind as Zoey scampers along freely, though her step is never far away from my own pacing. She wants to... keep an eye on me. Keep us together. Like when I'd first met her, the strong sense of resemblance taps over me, about how she'd told me how lonely she was that first time and how I'd been compelled to join the shivering oshawott who struggled not to reveal the fact that she was missing someone important to her every day life.
"Okay then!" She blinks naively at the fork in the road I've caught up to. "We take this one!" I watch as her dark blue tail bobs past. The water mammal kicks into a hole, leading the string of creatures behind her. With no other choice but to go on as well, I trod on with the already-panting and tired oshawott. She truly needs to learn how to pace herself. But we've been wandering about in this forestry region for a time now- I assume the exit lies near in wait.
With a piercing cry, the purple one stuttered out of her base as a peculiar, flub-laced paw scrabbled at her hidden stomach. She raced on. Although the purple feline's base had offered some sort of protection, that faith left her like a ghost, practically, as she stumbled about, lopsided, weakly puling for a form of escape. As her bejeweled head collided with the thick, raspy trunk of a tree, she hissed a light curse to Arceus- what gave her such useless skills under stress?
Loud, thumping paws signaled the return of her pursuer as she managed to gain speed, further and further saving her fate as the THUD, THUD, THUD of the much fatter feline died down. She had time now. She had time.
I see light opening up ahead. "Guys!" Zoey squeals beside me. "I've found the exit!" An odd sense of the light, of the elation to be dropped out of these forsaken trees and shadows, embraces me. But before I reach the sunny rays of freedom, a voice I never heard before squeals. His voice is such a high-pitched tone that my ears claw into themselves at the tremors buried within me... it hurts... ow...
"Aahhhhaaa!" Another voice melds into his own joyous tone. "He's gotta be around here somewhere! Yeahhaaaa!"
Judging by her almost deranged tone, I quickly whisper to Zoey, "Shh; you'll scare him."
"Aahhg... fiiine. I'll only listen to you and your royal-ish accent and Mum. That's final." Uh... okay, Zoey. Whatever works for you. "Because you're officially my best friend by default since you're the only character I know that's not my family and my age." Oh... um... splendid... I'm apparently being forced into another position I hadn't thought about before or tried to fill, I see.
Upon initially entering the small clearing offered by the seclusion of most vegetation, the little, blue creature squealing with all his might over a small collection of treasures easily reaches my ear slits, burning them with that tone. I wince and stutter back away from him, but I move closer once I recall just how lovely Zoey is at child care.
With Zoey giggling beside herself after my stare hushes her over, I step closer to the little runt and face his wide, black orbs. "Your mother wants you to come back home." His eyes lighten almost immediately with bright, white gleams at the sound of his parent and the little cubchoo proceeds to stuff himself in my slightly shaking green arms.
"Ohhh, that's how child care works?" Zoey, I... uh... Stop staring at me like that, please. Aforementioned oshawott widens her own orbs almost threateningly as she pulls out her fluffy, white hands and begins patting awkwardly at the cubchoo's little head in near stabbing motions. Her positions suggest she wants to kill him.
"Keep trying."
"Awwww..." Zoey pulls out one of her melodramatic positions of whimpering, but I can tell easily enough that the entire act is an easy facade. I've gotten better at enabling myself to see through Zoey's odd expressions. Perhaps she does them to make others laugh. I think she does. This, in its least, offers substance to give the fluffy ball of blue fur tangled in my embrace to giggle.
We set on back through the woodland, a dying and ending sun not far behind to light our way home. Stumbling on with the cubchoo and Zoey, a palpable thought begins to erode in my head: I am tired. Slugmaish. However one wishes to plant the seed, I know that this day has truly kicked me in spots, a few times literal in comparison to the amount of pokemon the forest had spawned out for us. Thankfully, none such opponents reappear to disturb our rescue for Chilly, who sits oddly silent in my arms, his own little fists clutched with what may be the treasures he squealed as much as he had about.
Once Zoey and I enter the now much-grassier plains of Paradise, which is beginning to look up to such a name, the wide-shouldered beartic lumbers her way toward us, icy eyes crinkling. "Is that... Oi, yes it is! I've never seen a little brute just like him, with his fists so squeezed up. He must have found some treasure, I'd say." Wiping her oddly mucky brow, Mist turns back to what I notice is a quite large row of more flowery arrangements. She planted berries and flowers themselves for us. How... quaint of her. "I told you I was unable to pay much for my son's return, but I thought I could help out here." With a titter, Pinky the spoink comes hopping, and the odd little family embraces in its own sort of hug.
"Oh, I love how well families get together!" Zoey squeals. "My parents and siblings live in a shallow clay cave at Scallop Island. It's like not far from here... oh, and my favorite part about family is that their love never wavers! Unlike all the savage pokemon and buttholes there are here, my family were always nice. So was my... uh... friend... er. Is. Is my friend... uh... Scallop Island was great... ah... but we- er! I! I wanted to make a Paradise and spread it out somewhere else in Truught! Y-yeah... I did..." As if to distract herself from painfuller memories, Zoey's head swivels back around, river-blue eyes trained over me. "How about your family?"
Her voice sends a chill from deep within me. I squeeze my eyes tight, and quickly give Zoey a nod, as if to say they're fine. But not actually. I submerge myself within the shadows behind the cluster of characters to Paradise. I can detect their squalling voices, a naïve one of Zoey included. I'd rather not think about family.
Gerald is dead. Stella disappeared again. My parents went off and killed themselves by means I can't even remember long ago. Besides... they're not Gerald or Stella...
I'd just rather not bring them up...
Once Elijah's smaller group has returned to Paradise, empty-handed save a small assortment of berries and seeds alongside a scatter of bruises from who-could-tell, the sun has finally reached its set. I ensconce myself in the hay set aside for myself and attempt to rest for a time, but as it be, Zoey's sleep-mumbling venture sends thoughts spiraling into my head. About her... about what kind of pokemon are in her family. About Tim. Burr... his girlfriend as well- Mina. They must be spending a large pocket of time together: I haven't seen Burr for a while. He must be working on Paradise in the background.
It has been a time, but a hazy reminder kicks in about her... about Stella and how I'd met her myself. It can't be weird that I consider her my own family... can it? No; no it can't. I've known her much longer than most biological relatives- let me call her as I wish...
As it goes with children, they're unmanageable bits of impossible fibers that will not form and will not stay and continuously bumble around the place with stuff like icing practically caking their faces.
At least, Gerald thought so. That was what he grew up thinking- children were messy little monsters. And yet, now that he's been stuck to that little snivy his sister and her mate went off and died over, her silence was oddly... creepy. She didn't speak. Didn't move. Hardly breathed. She could have been a rock if he planted her in the right place. He knew for a fact that girl wasn't deaf or blind or mute, or any of that sort- she stayed quiet simply for the practice of quiet. No other reasons alluded her mind.
She was quiet because she was quiet.
After he'd tried coaxing the little snivy into leaving her old den, where she'd precisely stood when her parents were killed and precisely where she stood now. She didn't even try to move. It almost appeared that she... couldn't, after they died... like she gave up.
So he'd stuffed a berry down her useless throat and decided he would wait with her. He would wait until she could bother standing and moving again, and he would stuff berries down her throat until she spoke like a normal child and her face iced itself in useless candies, because this here felt- no, it choked him with this inhumane sense. Children didn't act like this. Judging by his age, it wouldn't hurt him to try and adhere to her needs instead of moving so much.
Of course, this all at once broke apart when she showed up. The fluffy-faced quadrupedal that he hardly knew, along with Llana, but that came directly out of nowhere anyways. She showed like a ghost and insisted on speaking to the still child- his niece. It wasn't like Llana heard, of course.
Llana just stood there.
But he noticed that just the presence of that odd, fluffy one seemed to stifle some senses in her heart. The fact that Stella talked as well only seemed to bolster what Llana missed.
Apparently, Gerald had found a cure.
He didn't realize at the time that he was half the cure too.
I yawn, stretching my sore tail. I roll over and sit up in my nest only to hear the sound of a pokemon screeching. Rubbing my eyes, hearing Zoey prattle to herself about one topic or another, I climb out of my hay bedding and listlessly stumble over the gentle creaking of warm, wooden boards dappled in sunlight beneath my toes.
"You won't believe this," I find Elijah waiting on us outdoors, creamy face wide and bright for once. "But this weird pokemon was found all passed out on the ground! C'mon, I'll show you where he is." He grabs Zoey's wet paw -and she grabs my scaly green one- and bolts away.
As we're running, I watch the surroundings we pass. The light pink, deep gray, and sky blue tents each are empty, little hills protruding over the horizon- Victini's, Gurdurr's and Quagsire's homes respectively. Our pattering of feet smacks over the well-trodden path that weaves between the mountains and basins and crowd into the little, filthy Post Town mainly dominated by Mary's rather large inn. We stop in front of a crowd of innumerable characters just buzzing and swarming about the entrance. None enter. Their eyes, I catch from glances, are quite stony and solid. The members of this village continue to majorly display senses of uncaring resentment and that creepy, stoic attitude, and thus I assume they weren't allowed in. As if knowing who we are, creatures part their various scaled and furred and the like of their bodies to allow our small group to cut through.
With Elijah and Zoey in front, I follow the mammals through Mary's large wood doors. Once inside, I dash up the stairs to the direct right, inside of the wooden motel. Floorboards creak softly, not unlike our own home, and offer brief sightings of light from intervals of windows, up the stairs and toward where the rooms must be lying. Zoey's white head appears from behind, and I open the new set of doors to reveal a room with beds of straw lines up on each wall. The room is wooden with a quilted carpet, giving it a sense of coziness. Large windows built in from the backing of the room offers ample sunlight, which now glitters across the snug sections of beds.
"...meaning his name is Umbre!" a light blue dragonet shouts, her silver braids quivering. Tim looks up to see our little crusade and his dark orbs seen to shine a much safer sense of blue.
The timburr merely shakes his head. "You would be surprised how many pokemon are actual murderers in guise," he murmurs vaguely.
"Wow, I've never seen Jen so sure of something!" Zoey whispers in my ear. As the red-faced bagon squabbles at Tim who bats back her words with cool, calm and collected results, my eyes loiter about our other pokemon participating, somewhat satisfied to note that the final members consist of the wise legendary, Virizion, and the sleek swanna herself. I've striven to see Mary and her inn most each morning, but it's not always that simple, especially when I was sick and unable to even move much without Victini shoving an order down my throat.
With a purple-glinted glare, Virizion whispers, "Hush. He's waking. We can find his affiliation later, you bickering children." Tim does not respond, though his eyes darken at the slight insult.
"W-we got... separated. I must find her!" Umbre declares, rolling out of the bed and landing on the hard, wooden floor. "She must be in trouble... Es...eessp...aahhhhhhggg.g..." Upon his harsh landing, dark-furred creature rolls over his black paws and faints.
Mary blinks slowly, shaking out her feathered head not unkindly so. "He's suffering some sort of illness. If I were to guess, a sort of bang to the heart, indubitably to do with this female he's searching for, is troubling his state of mind. For the few relationships there are in Truught, those that break severely harm one because then you're back where you've started... and you've lost the feeling. Heartbreak is a severe sense of sickness."
"Then we should try to find this female he speaks of," murmurs the grassy legendary in response, "once he's conscious enough to understand us. We shall wait until that time comes, faithful friends. Indubitably..." Her eyes cloud over, the bickering Jen pursues forgotten by all but the dark-furred timburr that seems to smile as he torments her.
Upon entering Paradise, I spot a small flicker of fiery movement as a certain winged legendary removes herself from the board I was forced to make myself and flits off again, not without sticking one or so pine needles into the soft oak. Pale, little toes squish over soft fronds of grass as I make my way over and notice the small seed stuck into a grassy, plain-like area. That must be the other Mystery Dungeon that Elijah and Jen and Bay had gone through... Breezy Meadow, was it? Yes, that's the name. I reach out a hand to pluck the seed out prior to losing my chance as a dark, furry hand, much larger than my own, beats me to the task, lying the seed into the pile Victini had accumulated.
"I guess that means you'll come with me."
My face warms. "...In...dubitably."
"Indubitably indeed."
Upon hearing the talk of such word, a certain oshawott falls in line behind us. "Heeeeeyyy~!" She grapples at me, seawater accent spluttering over our figures. "I'm coming too! I wanna go with you agaaiinnnn... mooooree Duunngeeeooonsssss..."
"Okay... okay, Zoey..." I stumble onto the ground as she leaps off, squeaking with a high-pitched sense of winning.
"Mm-hmm! That's right~" With a giggle tied between her teeth, the oshawott darts off toward the well-worn path somewhere ahead. Tim, silent and slower as he is, continues to step further closer to me than the water mammal had. His level of closeness to me in such step nearly allows me to feel his fur, a stance I thought only Zoey pertained to me, and Burr in his own silly natures. But he's... Burr... This is Tim...
I step past another boulder, walking into Breezy Meadow, and let out a sigh of relief when I see the sun poking above the rocks. Breezy Meadow reveals as a further outdoors Mystery Dungeon holding onto many rocks, and everything is covered in lime green grass. Zoey wanders off to find even more oran berries than we know what to do with as Tim and I search for a path onward. We come to the conclusion that this Dungeon is not unlike Stompstump Peak in the way that is drones on without ever turning upwards or down.
Fanned out further in the grassy region, Tim and I finally catch up with Zoey, the young oshawott herself passed out in a particular lump of boulders.
"You're an odd one, you know?" goes the dark tone beside me. With just those words, I'm suddenly pleading in my head for the water mammal to waken herself and save me from this suddenly lonely atmosphere. "Then again... I guess we all are." His chuckle, light, sours in my stomach.
I don't know why I feel so nauseated suddenly... But here I am... unable to stand these words Tim ties into me. With me... I struggle to think about them or try to understand... ahg...
Thankfully, an enemy approaches, breaking off any chance I had to respond to the timburr anyways. Taking in a small breath, I focus on the dark-skinned quadrupedal and form a small concoction of seeds in one hand, hurling my arm back and tossing them at the enemy before it receives a chance to hit me.
Somehow, by any celestial mean, I manage to avoid Tim and his inscrutable self for the rest of our time in Paradise through Mystery Dungeons and any means that can keep me... away...
Once another morning rolls about, a face I hadn't expected to see points my way, his brown-furred cheeks expanding into an easy beam. "Sup, guys! It's been a bit, hasn't it?" Yes, Burr... it has... "Aw, did Llana get all pouty while I was gone?" He giggles now, but on seeing my slump, the joke ends there. "Ehh...eheheh, oops. Sorry. Mina's got this really bad back and so I was trying to help her out and junk... heh..."
Oh... "Burr, no, it's fine. Ah... I'm so awkward at times..."
Giggling, my oshawott friend materializes from the confines of her matted, hay-stuffed bedding, joined up by the gentle creaking of the wood floor. "Hey, Burr! Wow, never heard Llana say so much before... ahahah! It's great to see ya again!"
"Well, duh! I'm super cool!"
With a smirking giggle, the water mammal tosses an uneven shrug. "Heheh. Whatever you say, my friend!" Her words reveal the seawater accent easily.
"Okay, okay, so I heard from Tim that the Umbre guy was waking up and then thought, oh hey, might wanna alert Llana and Zoey about this. So, you guys coming or what?"
Eyes darting to the ground, I mumble, "I'm just hoping no one else heard your outbreak... I don't want to traumatize Umbre..."
"Of course you don't." Another giggle slings into his voice as Burr's large, furry hand pats my head. "Well, as long as you're ready."
Upon arriving into the comfortably quilted atmosphere Mary's inn provides and tromping into the bed stalls, we find a wide-eyed umbreon sitting in the clump of hay. It's much easier this time around to detect what sort of species he is, now that he's taken the time to mentally heal his wound and clean himself as well, and the golden ringlets circling about his neck, limbs, tail and ears easily shine away. A name wakens on his tongue.
"Espa."
But noticing the small group gathered close to him, the large, red eyes blink slowly and begin to register. "I heard some of your names from that swanna... hmm... Give me a moment..." He sighs. "I may have been better at remembering, but I feel just like Espa now..." Blinking cumbersomely, the umbreon lifts his head and shakes. "I'm Umbre, as you know... and you, snivy, you're Llana."
"..I'm Llana."
"Splendid, I at least got yours right..!" His voice is tired, prolonged with the aching his heart brings, I would think. "And oshawott, you're... er... was it... Jen, perchance?"
"Hee hee..." We each gather about the umbreon on his rather large bed that his sleek feline figure doesn't take up much at all. Burr sits down beside him easily, I situate myself on the warm floorboards in front, and Zoey plops herself beside me. "You were close! I'm Zoey. Jen's the bagon you saw earlier with the silvery braids."
He nods gently. "Ah... I was close, though."
"You were close," I echo. "And... he's Burr." A stubby, green finger points out at the timburr loitering on Umbre's bedding.
"Well, thank you, Llana and Zoey... and Burr... for visiting me, a stranger." I nod toward the ground, knowing quite well my friends must be working up similar composure. "I really do appreciate it. I feel quite ill now, but I appreciate you spending your time with me. I heard though... you are part of... a rescue team?"
"Yep, that's us!" Zoey bobbles excitedly as her long, blue ears cascade out and about, their droplets showering me.
Umbre nods again. I note his tendency to simply bobble his head to a steady tempo like that. It almost appears he's listening to a beat in his heart... which would add sense regarding his gentle, wispy tone of voice that shows much more now that he knows we're safe. "I'd appreciate it if you could ever... find her for me... Espa... We know how to fight, I assure you, but..." As if unable to speak the words, his sharp, white teeth flicker upon his lip.
"We have a bit of a problem concerning her and my own well-beings..."
Me: If you were anywhere curious, I've been calling Espa/Umbre SmarticleShipping for reasons that will surely show up soon... hwehweh...
Then again.
I may have killed Espa.
Umbre: TTwTT