Don't Own Pokemon or anything else, Only The Oc

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"Speech"

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"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."


A/N: This next bit will be pretty zesty, so if it gets too much for you, continue until the next line break.

Numerous rounds of playing pokemon tekken pass in an instant. An interesting game if I do say so myself. I seemed to miss it when I did my cursory scan of games in the pokemon universe. I had written this world off as boring and having a video game drought due to the popularity of pokemon battling.

It seems like I missed a few hidden gems here and there.

The sly coopers of poke game systems.

Pretty fun all things considered.

They primarily used the bipedal pokemon for this, but there are some outliers here and there, they seem to have all of the champion's ace pokemon, plus other popular ones.

Charizard made it in, but not Blastoise or Venusaur. Metagross made it, as did Garchomp.

"So, like, what's up with that! Totally unfair that they added Charizard to this. Where's Venusaur?! What about cannon turtle?! I might not use water types, but that one's metal as hell! They did my boy Venusaur dirty! That's my favorite, but ooooh we've got to have that fire breathing reptile that everyone seems to adore. I mean it's RIDICULOUS! I mean, during the Master's Eight battle a few years ago two trainers had Charizard on their personal team! Two of eight! Out of like... hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of pokemon!"

Oh. And I found out that alcohol does affect me. Sort of. I would have thought my high temperature would have allowed me to burn off the effects. My mind and thoughts feel a little... blurry? Fuzzy maybe is the best way to put it?

"That's a Charizard rate of like... twenty five percent!" She continues as she chugs another drink.

How is she still going? Holy shit we're like ten beers in at this point. she should be absolutely sloshed at this point.

"Ugh." The girl scoffs as she shakes her head. "So many underused pokemon just cause some chumps won't use them."

Yes. And the floor is made of floor.

We both focus on the game entirely, the sound of button mashing filling the apartment as we both desperately try for victory. After around ten seconds of exchanging blows, blocking, and dodging, Roxie lands a punch that turns into a full combo which completely drains the thirty five percent or so of my remaining life force.

She raises her hands in victory, pumping a fist as she shoots me a shark-like grin. "Thirty-Three-one eh wild man?"

"I'm getting better." I frown.

"Heeey, wanna know what'll make this more fun?" The girl smirks as she looks over to me, seemingly not noticing her close proximity as she leans on my shoulder.

"Hm?" I hum.

"How about a bet?" She questions.

"Oh yeah? What kind." I ask, not wanting to lose to this punk rocker.

She taps her chin seemingly trying to think up something.

She snaps her fingers with a smirk. "How about this. You ever heard of strip poker?"

"I... have." I nod slowly.

"Let's apply those rules to the game. If you lose, one article of clothing- that the winner picks- is taken off."

I blink down at her. "Are... you sure about that?"

"Pfft? Yeah?" The girl huffs.

"Alright." I shrug. "Want to put on that oversized shirt of yours?"

"Why should I?" The girl questions as she gestures to my chest. "Shirt."

She points down. "Pants. Boxers."

She points to herself. "Tanktop."

She points down. "Shorts. Panties. Three points each. I don't need no handicap! I'm beating you black and blue here! Honestly I should be the one giving you like a coat or somethin'!"

"Arrogance doesn't look good on you." I hum smugly "If you don't want my generous gift. That is fine. I suppose I shall destroy you completely and utterly."

"Oh yeah? You think you can take me?!" The girl grins, her face inching closer and closer to my own.

"I have only been using a fraction of my natural sheer gaming talent." I arrogantly shoot back.

"Oho! I've been going easy on you! Let me show you my main!"

I quietly select the pokemon which Roxie told me was the weakest in the roster, Sawk.

"Are you lookin' down on me?! Fine then! I'll show you what arrogance gets you!" The girl shouts.

"BEGIN!"

Everything slows down as my eyes narrow.

She starts with a standing light into a slight jump and down smash.

My Sawk takes one step back, just out of range and proceeds to punch Roxie's Machamp in the face, dealing minimal damage but applying a stagger.

Am I using my all-powerful Observation Haki future sight to win a bet?

Yes.

Is it sad to result to such means?

No. Fuck you. My mind is hazy so I can barely even predict much. Barely half a second. A paltry showing compared to my normal two.

But that half a second means a whole lot in fast paced situations like this.

Two light attacks chain into a third heavy attack to knock them skyward, jump to follow, light, light, knockdown.

Spend one bar of 'Poke-Energy' to Machpunch.

Wait for the Machamp to get up. She blocks my light attack so I'll do a grab instead.

The larger pokemon is hurled upwards and kicked in the chin, falling right into the range of a finishing move. I allow her to stand up to refresh my damage, then activate Close combat- she is guarding so I won't do that.

Annnd

She goes to punch, so I should close combat nnnnnow!

The Machamp is riddled with punches and crumples to the ground.

"PERFECT!"

I grin and slowly look over to the girl, pointing down. "Shorts."

She looks genuinely shell-shocked from her crushing defeat.

"Whah? Whah the fuh?" She questions, looking between me and the victory screen.

"Shorts." I repeat.

A grin crosses her face as she stands up, slipping off her black short-shorts. "Alright, maybe I misjudged you. That was pretty fucking cool. But you won't get another piece of clothing off me."

I give her a half lidded stare.

"PERFECT!"

"Shirt."

"PERFECT!"

"Panties."

A scarlet blush covers the girl's face as I give her a lazy smirk. "So. What happens if you lose now?"

"U-Uh..." She mutters as she has an arm across her chest and the other hand holding a game controller in her lap. "W-Well... maybe uh... orders? Like you could tell me to do something?"

"Kinky." I snort, causing the girl's blush to intensify.

The next fight is a one-sided wash, but this time in Roxie's favor as I didn't use observation haki to my advantage.

She smugly looks at me, looking over me.

"Shirt." She demands.

I let out a quiet sigh and take off my shirt, tossing it aside as she gains a dopey grin, looking over my bare torso.

"I know you said you were strong but... damn." She whistles, a hand slowly reaching out to my chest.

I gently grab her wrist. "If you want to touch, maybe you should win some more matches first?"

Her eyebrow twitches at the challenge. "Fine then! I will!"

"PERFECT!"

She stares in shock, looking from the screen back to me, biting a finger nervously as her blush grows. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"Sit in my lap."

She scoots over and takes a seat in my lap, forcing me to wrap my arms around her if I wanted to continue to play the game.

I willingly take a dive on the next two matches,

As I slip off my underwear, I can see Roxie stiffen as my member springs to attention.

"D-Damn." She whispers.

She slowly clambers onto my lap, my length nestled in between her thighs as she casts a gaze back at me. "I-I guess this next game is for all the marbles. We've run out of points."

"What are we gambling for again?" I question, a deep part of myself just wanting to hear her say it.

"Uh... well... how about this. If I win. I fuck you. If you win, you fuck me?" The guitar player responds.

"…" I didn't expect her to be so blunt about it. Buuut I suppose we are like... uh... ten beers in? Twenty? Fuck. I lost count. How is this petite woman outdoing literal regeneration?! "Sounds good."

The next round is a hard fought battle, I can't say we were both at our one hundred percent, being both absolutely sloshed, horny, and distracted by our close proximity, but I wasn't about to cheat this last fight. Either way, victory or loss, I am winning.

I let out a long sigh of relief as my garchomp knocks out her machamp with just a pixel of health remaining.

"Well. That's my victory." I grin as the girl sits her controller down on the table and lets out a low growl.

"Damn it!" She curses as she looks away, crossing her arms with a low 'hmph'.

I pick her up in a bridal carry, the girl in my arms letting out a quiet 'eep'.

"So. Why don't we move to somewhere a little more comfortable."

She points towards a door on the far side of the room, her head resting against my chest.

"You're warm." She quietly mutters.

"I've been told." I admit. "Of course, I think the person's exact words were 'oh my god. Your temperature is hot enough to cause brain death. How are you alive?!'."

I open the door she gestured at to reveal a bedroom with dozens of posters lining the wall, numerous collector's edition guitar picks are kept in laminated sheets and kept in picture frames, the floor is messy with cords, strewn instruments, and even a sex toy here and there.

Damn, bitch. You live like this?

I carefully tiptoe throughout the room, making sure not to step on anything.

I make it to the bed and sit the girl down upon it, a near permanent blush on her face, both from drink, and from fully knowing what is about to happen next.

her eyes stray across my upper torso, an expression of yearning crossing her features as she reorientates herself.

she gulps as I step forwards and rest my length on her stomach, my hands resting on the bed on each side of her body, causing me to loom over her.

"So." I grin down at her.

"S-So... are you going to put it in yet?" She questions.

"Hmmm. I don't know..." I hum as I gently drag the tip of my member along the lips of her pussy.

"Do you want me to beg or something?"

"Yes." I nod once.

"Ugh." The girl sighs. "Fine."

"Please, Xander, stuff your big thick throbbing cock inside me and pound my womb until I'm gasping for- Ahhhn-"

While she was speaking I sheathe my entire length inside of her, causing her to let out a moan, her legs wrapping around my waist and locking me into place.

"H-Holy- wow." She breathes as I plant a few gentle kisses on her collar bone, I can feel her insides shift and squeeze around my member as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and keeps me close.

I slowly begin moving, Roxie's legs not allowing me much freedom, she grabs my chin abruptly and tilts my head up, smashing her lips into my own as she slips her tongue into my mouth.

After a moment of passionate kissing, I pull back, allowing a string of saliva to collect our mouths briefly.

I rise to my full height, hands on her hips as I drag her to the edge of the bed so I can stand unopposed.

"Alright. Let's get this show on the road." I grin down at her.

The second her legs loosen I pull back... only to instantly thrust back inside of her.

She lets out a shaky breath as I do it again and again.

"I-I-I feel like I'm being split in two!" She gasps.

Meaty slaps fill the bedroom as I speed up, the white haired girl gripping her bed sheets tightly as she lets out loud moans of pleasure.

I continue at an even pace for a fair bit of time, I can feel her orgasm around my length, but that doesn't halt my thrusting.

A bothersome little itch appears at the back of my mind as I continue thrusting.

"I'm about to cum." I whisper into her ear as I continue thrusting.

"You're... going to cum?" The girl questions back.

Wait...

We are being watched.

I glance to the side, atop a building are two figures, one extremely strong, and the other slightly weaker.

An aura I had gotten reasonably familiar with in the past three weeks here.

Sabrina. The fact that she could be even compared to that incredibly powerful psychic type stood beside her is already astounding.

But this is my moment.

She should get lost.

My unrestrained will bubbles to the surface and crashes into the rooftop, I can feel her stiffen and share a look with her pokemon, then they both teleport away.

That'll show her!

Was that a good idea?

Ah.

Should probably stay away from alcoh-

I refocus on Roxie as I reach a breaking point, grabbing her hips to pull out-

Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms wrapping around my torso and pulling me into a tight hug.

There's a brief moment of shock as the tip of my cock presses against the entrance of her womb, then in the next moment a stab of euphoria strikes me as I dye her insides white with my seed.

She is left panting as she kisses me on the lips again.

'Oh balls. I came inside. That's not good.'

Time for the classic age-old stratagem.

Ejaculate then evacuate.

Breed and proceed.

Spread the seed and need for speed.

I wonder if Driftveil has any milk?

We are both left breathing heavily as a small grin crosses her face. "Alright. That was your victory lap. But I'll tell you one thing... I'm a motherfucking TOP!"

Getting milk can wait.


I let out a quiet yawn as I rub an eye, my watch alerting me that it's about time to get a move on.

I didn't get much sleep.

And by 'Much Sleep' I mean... any sleep. We had just 'finished'. About an hour ago and curled up to nap, but then I realized what time it was and that I couldn't afford to go to sleep.

I look down to the girl resting her head on my bare chest.

Sensing my movement, a sole eye cracks open and looks up at me. "What?"

"I promised my friends we would be leaving for Driftveil at seven... and it's currently six. I need to get ready to go."

She slowly rolls over, flopping out of bed. "Right. Right."

My head hurts a little bit, the last dregs of a hangover beginning to leave my body.

She sits there on the carpeted floor for a moment, on her hands and knees, a dazed look on her face.

She uses the bed as a support to crawl her way back to her feet. I watch as she slowly limps along the side of the bed, my seed dripping down her inner thigh.

She frowns down at her lower half. "Fucking hell... I'm going to be limping for days."

She doesn't even seem slightly hungover, just exhausted.

She makes it to a mini fridge, opens it, then grabs a drink with a Zebstrika on it, after drinking half of it she seems to snap awake, rubbing her eyes as she continues to limp around the room.

She stretches her arms above her head, not caring for her nudity as I get out of bed.

She looks over and lets out a low whistle. "Holy shit. You were a catch. Apparently drunk me has got some incredible game."

"If I remember correctly, didn't I 'perfect' you three times in a row with the worst character?" I smirk.

She pauses for a moment, staring at the wall as she seems to be trying to recall the beginnings of last night.

"Alright, listen here you little fuck. How dare you stomp on my pride like that." The girl pouts as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You had to be cheating."

"Nah. I just wasn't focusing beforehand. I used my high-speed battling perception to kick your ass in the game." I casually reply.

"You seriously focused that hard just to win a bet?!"

"Yes." I nod once. "And I don't feel bad about it."

I stretch my arms above my head, my shoulders popping and muscles straining slightly.

I let out a single huff as I step past the girl. "You can seriously hold your drink."

"I can say the same to you." The girl shoots back. "How many beers did we drink? Like... five six packs or so?"

"I think it was around seven." I correct. "My high body temperature makes most booze a little ineffective. What's your secret?"

"I'm a poison type specialist. Being around a bunch of poison type pokemon made my body build up an insane resistance to poison. Regretfully that includes alcohol." A lot of life seems to leave the woman as her shoulders slump, giving me a sole lamenting gaze.

"Shame." I state with a small headshake.

"It really is. Now I have to get like... eight in before I even feel something."

"I mean, for beers, yeah, but surely there's stuff that has a higher alcohol content that can do the trick faster." I reply.

"Most high proofs don't taste good." The girl denies with a head shake.

"I don't really drink, so I wouldn't know." I mutter as I step into the living room and pick up my clothes and bag. "So. I figured it out pretty quickly yesterday... it was your plan to sleep with me. Got a reason for that?"

"Eh, not really. You were hot as hell, a good battler, I may have been a massive bitch to you and I wanted to apologize in a meaningful way and have some fun." She shrugs as she follows after me, a pair of panties and a T shirt in her hands.

"Ah, so a one night stand?"

"Preeeety much. But seeing those abs and muscles. I wouldn't say no to this being a regular occurrence." A lust-filled smirk crosses her lips as her eyes stray my body.

"Maybe." I agree with a single nod. "It was pretty fun. I've got my gym circuit for now, but maybe afterwards I'll drop by and we can have some more fun. Buuuut at the moment I do have much larger tasks at hand."

"Can I use your shower?" I ask.

She gestures over her shoulder with a thumb. "Follow me. Maybe we can do one more for the road before you leave."

"And speaking of roads..." She continues. "Be careful on your way to Driftveil. A lot of people get it in their minds to travel that path and considering its not maintained by the league. Others think that it's a good idea to rob people traveling through there."

I follow her down the hallway and enter the bathroom. "Maybe you should get to work on that. If so many people go that way, turn it into an official route. That way your city won't get crippled by a few ornery Gyarados."

"True." She shrugs as she pulls back the shower curtain.

"So, what do you mean, 'larger tasks at hand'. I thought my hot ass would be placing pretty high." The girl pouts as she looks over her shoulder.

"Oh, believe me, it is. Buuuut considering I don't want to be killed by that meteor striking Hoenn in two years I've got to get some work done."

"…"

"What?" The girl blinks.

"Oh. There's a meteor shower with a planet killing asteroid in it. Two years time. Me and my group are going to stop it."

"…"

"Bullshit. That's something that the league would know about and as a gym leader I would CERTAINLY be told about it."

"Oh, well, the actual meteor is supposed to miss. Narrowly. 'Grand meteor delta' I think they call it. What has me worried is that my companion who is what is basically was a feral tribeswoman without any real connection to astronomy had a legend passed down in her tribe that a planet killing rock would strike the planet sometime within the next five years. Normally I would wave that off as bullshit, buuuut considering the rock itself will be close to the planet... and the fact the legend managed to remain so accurate over the course of possibly thousands of years..."

"It's sort of like having a kid be all 'I have psychic powers! A Salamence is going to tear through Pikachu middle school April third, thirteen sixty-eight, at twelve thirty PM, killing fifteen and crippling twelve'. You write it off as complete and utter bullshit, but then you see a Shelgon walking past that exact school on that exact day, ten minutes before the child said. You sort of have to pay attention, then."

"So... you are saying that we're all going to die?" The girl skeptically scoffs.

"Pretty much. Yes. Which is why me and my two friends and running around Unova. We've got things to do. So, we can hopefully avoid disaster."

She continues to give me a half lidded stare.

"Believe me or don't." I shrug. "No skin off my back. If we fail spectacularly, I'll hit you up and let you into the plan B bunker. It'll be rad. We'll have booze and sustenance tablets. And probably nothing to entertain us except the age-old pastime of peen in vag."

"Just shut up and fuck me, dude." The girl sighs.


"You're... late." Courtney frowns as I check my watch.

"Oh, sorry about that. It was pretty crowded this morning, but three minutes isn't thaaaat late." I wave off with a small yawn. "I also had to grab a breakfast burrito on the way. That probably took up a lot of time as the line was pretty long."

Zinnia looks over me. "So. Where the hell did you go? I thought something had happened when you didn't show up after four hours."

"I sent Courtney a message, didn't I?" I ask.

"Yes. At ten." The girl nods.

"Sorry about that. I was a little busy." I scratch my head.

"You look tired." The Magma admin observes.

"Yeaaaaah, I didn't sleep much." I agree with a tired yawn.

Klara who looks equally as tired glances over. "Why?"

"Oh. You know Roxie? She wanted to apologize for acting like a colossal bitch. One thing led to another, and we spent most of the night playing games." I explain lazily.

As a group we turn and begin walking towards the outskirts of Virbank. "She's actually pretty chill. She's so hard on people because she wants to beat into them what it means to have a fire breathing ape as a pet."

I let out another yawn. "Anyways, yeah, for the first time in months I'm legitimately relaxed. Training for my adventure left me pretty stressed. Then there was the whole Plasma thing... twice..."

"Now all that's left is to find Kyurem and stop that meteor from hitting the planet." I nod slowly.

"Wait... What?" Klara weakly asks.

"Anyways, next we've got to get to Driftveil, and, knowing our fucking luck, stop team plasma from scheming something... I'm betting on them blowing up Charizard bridge to stop mining exports to like half of the region. It's what I'd do if I was in a terrorist organization who desperately wanted some hypocritical goal. After that I've been thinking about my home and what sort of pokemon I could ask to join us."

I glance to Zinnia. "For you. I suppose I'll ask if Mimir and Fafnir wants to join you. They were originally going to be my seventh and eighth member to my team once I managed to extend my party limit. Mimir is a Noibat who has telepathy and the Punk Rock ability. His eventual Boomburst will be absolutely devastating, then Fafnir is a Charmander."

"Look, Charizards are cool and all, but they're technically not dragon type."

"Fuck you. They totally are." I reply with an annoyed frown.

"They are fire flying. Not fire-dragon."

A smirk slowly crosses my lips. "That's what you think... I'll let Fafnir be a little surprise for you."

"A dragon type Charmander?" Courtney mutters.

"Is that truly so hard to believe?" I ask. "After all, at one point in the past, they shared a species with Dragonite."

"Hn."

"As for you. How do you feel about Typhlosion?" I ask the pink haired girl.

"I already have one back at home."

"Mine is just a little bit different than a normal Cyndaquil." I nod slowly. "Hisuian."

I look to Klara. "As for you, I know of two poison type pokemon who probably want to join."

"Can we go back to the meteor thing?" The girl weakly asks.

"Tldr. Big rock is going to hit the planet in two years time. We're going to stop it." I boredly explain. "We let you join us because we needed an extra pair of hands, hell, I doubt that even four of us will be enough so we might as well be on the lookout for a fifth. We're going to be forced to beat down Plasma, after all, as their goals directly conflict with my desire of not dying."

"W-What?" She stutters.

"What a time to be alive!" I grin.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting sort of loopy." Zinnia frowns.

"Oh, nah, I'm just stress free for the first time in quite possibly years." I smirk as I let out a long, relieved sigh. "I will admit that me being tired like this haaaas probably made me the most dangerous I have been since our journey started... as I am having a harder time holding back. But it'll be fiiiine."


I let out a yawn as I lazily punch forwards.

*CRACK*

"Oops."

The man in front of me lets out a scream as he cradles his wrist, his forearm looks like a strand of cooked spaghetti, he writhes on the floor as his two friends shout out orders to their pokemon.

The white Espeon casually grabs up the watchog with psychic, breaking its limbs, tossing it aside like a crumpled piece of paper, the Krocorok that leaps from the dirt is kicked in the face with a double kick as both still standing men are gripped by psychic and slammed into each other hard enough to crack ribs.

I step over their crumpled forms as Loki lets out a giggle and hops towards me, transforming mid-air and landing on my shoulder as an Eevee."

"So." I yawn again. "We're being followed by someone pretty bothersome."

Courtney carefully steps over the writhing men, a large bipedal reptile following after her, its smug feminine form looking down on them as it seemingly begs them to move, giving it an excuse to poison them.

A death sentence considering we are a good four-hour walk from Virbank.

"Who?" Courtney questions.

"League Champion Cynthia." I sigh as I rub my head with a hand. "Ugh. I swear. That woman's such a pervert for ancient stuff. She seems to want to watch me from afar to learn all she can about Hisui. Damned stalker woman."

I notice my travel partners are all a little hunched over, arms crossed and hands kept close to their bodies.

"Are... you all cold?" I question.

"You're not?" Klara frowns.

"Of course not. I'm wearing this magical newfangled invention called pants." I remark as I turn and begin to walk backwards, arms folded behind my head. "Besides. Klara. You have a fluffy coat. You should be the least cold out of you three."

"The weather report said that it would be warm for the next two weeks." Courtney frowns as she brings out her pokedex.

She seemingly skims it for a moment. "It appears that they changed the forecast moments after we left... strange... weather should not shift that quickly. Oh. A massive swarm of Vanilluxe. We should take cover. Something has worked them up."

A gentle snow begins to fall on the surroundings as I look around slowly. "Damn. Alright."

I spy a sheer rock face a short distance away, grabbing a pokeball as I make my way towards it.

"Surtur." I call out as I summon Growlithe. "Can you dig us a shelter? Do it slowly and use rock type energy to harden the walls. I don't want it collapsing onto us.

"Growl-ith!" The pokemon replies as he runs over to the wall and begins to carve into its rocky surface with his claws.

He isn't making much progress, but I guess I did tell him to take it slow.

"That'll take him a couple of minutes." I announce as I look into my bag. 'let's see here... tent. Food. Water. Fire inside would probably be a big no-no as the smoke would have nowhere to go.

A lot of people don't realize it, but pokemon have 'Bag of Holding' technology. I mean, pokeballs do basically the same thing. Letting you store massive rock dinosaurs in a sphere the size of your fist, but nobody takes a moment to look at the handbags and purses, then come to realize you could fit an entire industrial grill in them.

The game inventory wasn't all that far-fetched to be honest. I mean, I doubt I could carry nine hundred and ninety nine of every item ever, but fitting a bike and thirty pokeballs in a backpack is far more reasonable.

Surtur steadily digs a hole leading up into the rock face, coming out about ten minutes later with a quiet bark.

"Is it good?"

"Growlithe!" The pokemon barks.

I gesture into the hole. "I guess we'll be staying here for a while."

Loki hops off my shoulder and prances into the hole.

I follow after him, being forced to crawl on my hands and knees for a bit, then eventually making it to a fairly cramped little area.

I could probably sit up if I wanted, but standing is a no-go.

Zinnia quickly follows after me, then Courtney, and finally Klara who seems annoyed that she'll be forced to stay in a dirty hole. But she is quiet. She has been pretty muted since I revealed our goal, not making as much conversation as she normally would.

Besides, here is better than being outside where a full-force blizzard seems to have struck the mountain. "So... anyone have any good time waisters?"

I stroke the top of Loki's head, causing him to let out a noise akin to a purr.

This'll be a long trip.


Well, due to popular demand, I decided to include the lemon. It was just two people having a good time. Nothing more (For now), nothing less.

It looks like our group has finally left Virbank behind. Next stop? Driftveil!

Xander also seems FAR too forthcoming with information. Probably a result of being awake for 24 hours and doing intense physical activities through a good 6-8 hours of it.

Guest reviews:

Guest 001: Hi yes. You seemed to have missed the part where Roxie was *Said to be older than Cheren and was casually chugging beers.*

JustAFan123: Eh. Sabrina's mid. And yes, a certain champion may be stalking our valiant 'hero' as he does his own thing.

None: I assume that guns are just extremely rare, according to the anime, they DO exist, but they are mostly censored.

Guest 002: Yep! He did.


Anyways, I'll see you all later!