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Sorry I'm late; I've had a horrible week. I won't depress you with the details, though, I am here to uplift and enlighten!

Anyway, please enjoy this one! No sex, but story progression is abound!

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"You," said Trent angrily in his natural language, glaring at the black weasel before him. "What do you want?"

Bastilla crept closer, a fang showing through her almost devious grin. "Isn't it obvious? I want everyone to be happy."

The sceptile shook his head, his eyes never leaving the sneasel's form as she stepped forward. "I'm afraid it's not that obvious."

"Aw, come on," said Bastilla, placing a frigid claw on the trunk of a nearby tree and leaning against it. "You haven't even heard my proposal yet."

"I know," replied Trent. "Isn't it amazing how I know you're full of it?"

The sneasel was taken aback. "What, is it because I'm a dark type? Just because I work with ice and shadows doesn't mean I don't have a genuine heart of gold."

Trent sighed, annoyed. "Earlier, you showed no respect for May, disregarding her orders and being a genuine pain in the butt. Now, you approach me from the shadows instead of making your presence known sooner. Your tone is sarcastic, your attitude is lacking any sort of sincerity, and your leaning posture is impersonal."

"Urk," Bastilla winced. "Well, aren't you a blast at parties?"

"If you have nothing more to say, then leave me be, sneasel."

Bastilla became angry, a light snarl crossing her face. "Look, lizard man, you want the truth? Alright, here it is: I'm sick of May's whining."

Trent crossed his scaled arms in front of his chest. "Whining?"

"It's nonstop," said the weasel, putting her paws to her ears and walking around, mimicking her own discomfort. "Day one, she's swooning over her friend Zack, but she's afraid that he's too immature to commit to any sort of stable relationship. Day two, it's Seth, this fantastic beacon of strength and stability, but she knows he's out of her league. This crazy teen is almost bleeding sap all over us, and she wonders why most of us don't respect her."

The sceptile murmured in his throat before speaking: "And how do I fit in to this little master plan of yours?"

"Well well," replied Bastilla with another grin. "I thought you a smart one."

Before Trent could protest, the black weasel continued. "See, I've only been around her for a small while, but she preaches to us like we are her diary! I know a lot about her, and I can teach you how to win the girl over. Once that happens, I and the rest of her team can enjoy some peace and quiet while you two go do... love... stuff."

Trent peered through the makeshift tent flap of vines and saw May gently turning over in her sleep. After a moment of silent watching, he turned back to the sneasel. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Well, to be honest, you can't," said Bastilla bluntly. "But I'm not exactly asking for anything in return. I scratch your back, and in return you'll scratch mine, yeah?" She made a waving motion with her claws, emphasizing the scratching part. "Besides, I don't think it'll be too hard for you. Your trainer seems to have a pretty good idea of what he's doing if you're able to understand the human language. All I need to do is show you how to move your lips and tongue to match what you want to say. Then, I'll give you some info about her and we'll see if you can have her in your arms within a few days."

The sceptile went silent again. Zack had taught him to trust his instincts when it came down to choices like this. However; he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else factoring into the equation. It was maddening, and he needed to make sure he knew what he was getting himself in to. "I need to think about it. Come for me in the morning, and I'll have your answer."

"Aah, look at that," said the sneasel, smiling. "Your regal, mature demeanor, making sure you have all the information before committing to a side, worrying about others before going after what you truly desire, May will be all over you once I'm finished."

Trent said nothing; instead he stepped inside the arboreal shelter. He resumed his previous position over May, sitting back against the tree as he watched her slumber peacefully. Slowly, carefully, he reached his green hand out to her face and brushed an odd hair from around her eyes, gently grazing the soft skin of her forehead and causing her eyelids to flutter with the sensation. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; like a lone rose blooming in a desolate wasteland. He would do everything for her, and anything to have her.

Bastilla watched the scene through the open flap before closing it, an almost wicked grin gracing her lips as she leapt into the trees above in a single bound.

* * *

"You're getting better," said Sensei Soru, her shinai slicing swiftly through the air only to be deftly deflected by a young teen's own.

"I'd like to think so," replied the boy, his grey hair dancing with his movements as he delivered a strike of his own, nearly scoring a hit. "How long have we been at this?"

Soru smiled as each of her attacks met with failure. She began speeding up, applying more force to each blow. "Two years, Zack."

Zack returned her smile, despite the extra pounds of pressure being put on his sword arm. "That's right. And how many times have I beaten you?"

"Unless we had a duel while I was asleep," said the woman, her bamboo blade almost making contact with the kid's left temple. "None."

"Ah, then I guess you won't mind if I change that," replied the boy, sweeping backwards on his left foot and bringing his sword upwards at an awkward, yet unexpected angle.

The blade pushed the air aside as it made its way to Soru's unprotected ribs. Zack smiled; he felt like he was going to actually win this one!

However, the sensei was much more limber than her bulky frame alluded. With the grace of an Olympic athlete, Soru leaned with the blade's path, causing the sword to travel just over her upper body. Before the teen could rebalance, his teacher had planted her shinai just behind his right leg. He tripped, falling to the floor as a loud, wooden echo filled the dojo.

"Ah, damn!" Zack slammed his fist on the floor. He almost had her this time!

"Not a bad, Zack, but you need to make sure you keep yourself balanced at all times. You shouldn't take a gamble like that against a skilled opponent." Soru extended her hand, helping the boy to his feet.

"Yeah, yeah," said Zack, brushing the dark grey hairs from his sweaty brow. "I'll try to keep that one in mind the next time I end up on my ass."

The sensei laughed, placing a strong, yet oddly soft hand on the teen's shoulder. "It'll be too late then, Zack, but I think that's enough for today. Come on; let's go get something to eat. I can smack you around some more tomorrow."

"Oh, I can't wait to get to know the ground again," Zack said with no small bit of sarcasm. His stomach was on the verge of devouring itself, and he may have begun eating his bamboo sword if they had waited any longer.

Moments later, Sensei Soru and her pupil were sitting in a small clearing, opening a box of lunch. Not one for words when food is around, Zack immediately dove into the seafood, eating half of the shrimp and three rolls of sushi before his teacher even picked up her chopsticks. She smiled, "Work hard, eat hard: am I right?"

Zack simply nodded as he continued to devour the meal before him. Soru smiled and pulled out her own lunch, which Zack saw resembled meat that had hardly been cooked. They sat and ate in relative silence, only saying something once the meal was finished and the woman was wiping what appeared to be blood from around her mouth. "Hey, Zack, I meant to ask you something."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Your hair; why is it grey? You're too young for that kind of thing to be natural."

"Oh, this?" Zack tugged on a strand of hair from his bangs. "Well, it isn't my natural color. I dye it because my father says that it would help our image if I resembled him."

"But... his hair isn't grey either. It's almost black."

Zack took a sip from the bottle of tea he had stashed in his lunch box. "Yeah, well, my natural hair color tends to bleed through whatever kind of dye I use. This is the darkest I can get it without wearing a wig, and you won't ever see a toupee' grace this skull."

Soru cocked a reddish eyebrow. "Well, if it's that much of a deal, then why not just go with your natural color?"

"Well, it's not that much of a problem," replied Zack, placing the cap back on his tea bottle. "Besides, the old man has done a lot for me, and I suppose the least I could do to repay him is not try and make his life difficult. That, and..."

"And what?"

"Well, my real hair color is a bit... awkward. I'm sure the old man would get some bad PR if people thought his adopted son, the protégé', had become an alternative punk. I can't run a company if the people think I'm unfit."

With a tiny laugh, Soru stood up. "You know, I think you shouldn't sell yourself short. You do know you run your own life, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose..."

"You don't sound too sure."

"Well," Zack paused. "I don't really find managing a bunch of peons to be something I want to do. Lately, I've been looking into Pokemon trainer magazines and hanging out around the R&D department for Pokemon tools. Training a legion of loyal allies to fight for our glory seems like something I could get into."

"Maybe," said Soru, placing her hand on his shoulder again. "Actually, that might be a good thing for you, Zack. I'll tell you what: if you prove to me that you can handle the rigors of training Pokemon, then I'll talk to your father about getting you registered."

"Huh, really!?" The young man was shocked! "You think the old man would go for it?"

"You leave that to me, little man," Soru ruffled the grey hairs on Zack's head. The boy was ecstatic; he couldn't help but leap a good foot into the air!

"Now be here in an hour and I'll start teaching you the basics, alright?"

"No problem," shouted Zack, gathering his things. He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

"I won't let you down, Sensei."

* * *

*And I don't think I have yet,* I thought to myself, coming out of my reverie. My whole body was surrounded by warmth as water gently rippled around me. It was morning, and I was standing chest-deep in water contained in a barrel I had pulled from my PC back home. Fara had heated it, and I was bathing in some soap salts that I had carried with me. Katherine and Fara, were bathing in the river beside me, Angel using her powers of water manipulation to direct small torrents around their bodies and ridding them of the dirt and debris from days of training and... Well, other things.

I ran a course sponge across my chest, back, and arms, wincing a little as it grazed the tender area of my wound from yesterday. All that remained of the gash was a pink, slightly tender mark spanning the width of my upper left arm.

The sound of gentle footsteps cracking through the underbrush caused me to turn my head around, looking to its source. I saw the faint outline of May's insane ponytails and smiled, a sinister, childish ploy slowly forming in my head.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and bent my knees, allowing my head to sink beneath the surface of the water in the barrel. May was a curious creature by nature; I knew she couldn't resist inspecting the metal cylinder for my whereabouts, and when she did...

Then, my cue arrived: a metallic knock that echoed through the liquid surrounding me. Springing up from my almost crouching position, I raised my arms above my head, and burst from the water, shouting like an exploding torpedo. My eyes were shut, but hearing her startled shout signaled my victory! I was delighted, but at the same time surprised that it actually worked. I didn't know May was that-

I felt the barrel leaning backwards, the water rushing to my back as gravity pulled the container containing me downwards. I let out a surprised shout of my own as a dull impact and a torrent of water assaulted me. Through the sound of water passing my ears, I heard the animalistic laughter of the trio in the river.

When the water finished its escape, I wiped my eyes and looked up at May, who was standing over me with a stern look. "Who are you!?"

"What do you mean, 'who am I'?" I demanded, gripping the side of my fallen bathing apparatus. "And what's the big deal pushing over my tub? I wasn't finished yet..."

May's enraged visage contorted, slowly shifting into one of confusion. "Zack?"

*What, did I scare her into amnesia?* "Of course it's me, ya lunatic. I hope you don't go around pushing around strangers' bathtubs."

"Oh! I'm so sorry... but... I thought... you know, with the hair..."

"What are you babbling about now?" I sat up, now thankful that I wore swimming trunks in case of such an emergency. One could never be too careful with this team. As I did, a strand of my water-weighted hair landed across my eyes, forming a bridge from my brow to my nose.

It was white.

*Uh oh,* I thought to myself as I sat in silence, examining the ivory strand. *My dye wore off already. Damn it; that crap fades out sooner and sooner every time I use it.*

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Katherine with her paws on the bank of the stream, a wet wisp of a black tail wagging just above the river's surface. Fara simply turned her head and looked at me with one eye. I'm pretty sure the telepathic vixen would have picked up this little secret already. Angel's giant eyes were fixed at me, her mouth curled into the shape of an "o".

"Um," May's timid attention-catcher did its job, my gaze shifting to her face. "What did you do to it? Did you put bleach in the water? Because that's really bad for you."

I decided to let the meowth out of the ball and put her surprisingly feeble mind at some ease. "Naw, this is my natural color. My dye must have worn off; I haven't had the chance to put more on it for at least a month now."

"But... white?"

"Yeah, what of it?" I was already standing, looking at the timid little human before me. I didn't mean to startle her again, but I had a feeling a mouse could beat her in a stare down, so I didn't feel too bad.

"Ah! Nothing's wrong with it. It's just... odd, is all. White isn't a mainstream color. It's not even recessive, so..."

"I know," I said, looking back towards the woods and, to a lesser extent, civilization. "That's kind of the reason why I use a dye in the first place. If your hair is wild like purple or white, people tend to look at you a certain way."

A high, familiar voice barked behind me, "Who cares? I like it!"

An instant later, my back arched in a seizure of shivers as a rush of cold, wet fur blanketed it, my river-bathed absol wrapping her drenched arms around my shoulders and gripping my chest with her black paws as she rode me piggy-back, the damp, hornless side of her head nuzzling into my cheek.. "You look like a true absol now!"

I smiled, one hand resting by her back feet, which were currently wrapping around my waist, and the other traveling to her horn, massaging the sensitive area around it. "Hah, I suppose I do! How convenient."

May was watching the scene with a smile, but that made me realize something: Trent wasn't with her. "Hey May, where's my sceptile? You didn't threaten to push him over, did you?"

The girl puffed her cheeks out in her own May-ish fashion. "Very funny."

"I thought so."

"Anyway, Trent is fine. He decided to remain in the clearing and he was helping Kiki and my sneasel Bastilla set the campsite back to normal when I left to go find you. Which reminds me: I set your pokenav back on your belt beside your stuff over there."

May motioned towards the small pile of my recently cleaned clothes, the 'nav slowly charging in the patch of sunlight it was in. It was my turn to smile; everything was renewed! My clothes were clean, my body was clean, my Pokemon were rested, and the bond between me and Katherine had grown stronger than anything! All in all, it was a good morning. I heard her mention a sneasel, but I had no idea what that was. I guess it was that new Pokemon that I had counted amongst her team.

A soft ringing overhead told me that my flygon was near. Which a whistle, I caught her attention, her dragon-like form slowly spiraling downwards towards me. "Celia, dry us off with a light whirlwind. I don't want to wait to sun dry in these woods for long.

The dragon-fly Pokemon nodded and began beating her wings once more, wind beginning to rush past me as though I were looking into a great fan that had been turned on. Before the winds picked up, I heard May say "Zack, I don't think you should-"

At first, I didn't realize why. However, the strange sensation of being instantly covered in several branches and dead leaves that tend to stick to wet things instantly cleared things up for me.

"Gah!" I shouted, bringing my arm from Katherine's horn to shield my eyes. An instant later, Celia stopped, covering her mouth with her palms. "That... that'll be all for right now. Thank you Celia."

The flygon brought her hands down in front of her chest and began clicking the first claw on both of them against each other, saying something apologetically in poketongue. Smiling, I took a few steps forward and rubbed her neck, her sandy coating brushing away to reveal a soft, supple layer of tiny scales. "It's alright, girl. I'll try to be more careful next time."

Katherine also said something, but the language barrier prevented me from garnering that information. Whatever she said, though, made Celia feel better, causing a wide grin to shine across the flygon's face. In what seemed like a breath in time, I felt my entire body, absol and all, being hefted by an eager green dragon. In that same breath, a three foot drop ended with a splash into a slightly cool river. I didn't even have time to shout!

Katherine stepped from my back as I knelt waist deep in the water; Angel's current already passing over my body like a water jet at a hotel spa. "What did you say to her?"

"Oh, nothing much. I just said 'If you made us dirty, then you could make us clean again to be even'."

I relaxed beside Fara, who I could tell was stifling vulpine giggles. "I see, so it's about being even, huh?"

Katherine joined me, nuzzling her wet frame against my own and effectively sandwiching me between two warm, furry bodies. "Yeah, Celia is a strange one. She's always afraid she's not pulling her own weight, despite the fact she does the flying and even taught that hellhound a thing or two yesterday."

I glanced over at Celia, who had landed on the opposite side of the river. She was looking at me, but turned her head slightly to the side when our eyes met through the natural sand goggles her species possessed. *I need to find some way of showing her she's a valuable member of the team.*

Another sudden splash of water tore my attention away from my flygon. As I turned towards the source, my eyes widened; May was sitting across from me, wearing the skimpy, red bathing suit I had seen her in when I met her at Slateport. Her hair was down, and as she resurfaced it laid flat against her neck like a dark, yet glimmering river of golden brown. She caught me staring at her and sunk a bit more into the water, allowing her breasts to slowly disappear into the waters. That wasn't fair!

"I see you're getting yourself nice and clean for tomorrow's competition, right?" I asked. I would have been surprised and a bit aroused that May was doing this, seeing as how she wouldn't even take a bath in her own home without drawing the curtains, but I felt as though my libido was in peaceful slumber, three years of teenage sexual tension dispelled in the span of three wild nights.

"Hmm? Oh, the contest! Actually, I have a favor I want to ask you about that..."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking that this contest... it's going to be rough. Even if I participated, it would be too hectic for me to get any research done. So..."

With an almost audible click, the gears within my mind made a full revolution. "Sure."

"What?"

"I'll enter the contest in your stead."

"Really? That's great! But... how did you-"

"Ah, May, I can read you like a book: you want me to enter this contest so you can stay with me in the contest area and do all of your research while I'm doing all the competing."

The human girl seemed shocked, "That's... wow, that's right! And you're ok with this?"

"Sure. Unlike battles, you can't buy things that improve your odds at contests. This should prove my skills as a trainer to those naysayers."

Katherine piped up, "But aren't these contest things different from battles? I mean, I remember you mentioning something about one fight, but-"

"Actually, Kat," interrupted May, eliciting a spiteful glare from the absol. "Zack's battle styles have always been flashy, even if he didn't mean for them to be. The battle against Alex yesterday would have won ribbons in all of the categories. Except maybe cute."

"What?" Asked Kat, bringing one ebony claw to her lips and angling her head cutely. "Am I not the most adorable thing you've ever seen?"

"If I say no you'll hit me."

"At any rate," I said, nipping this potentially painful rose in the bud, "I already have the two Pokemon I'm going to use in mind."

May looked at me. "Really? Who?"

I ran all of my Pokemon through my head: Trent was my uber, and I don't need future opponents seeing his most powerful attacks broadcast on national television. Kiki had her talents, but she was also moderately unreliable in battle. Fara and Katherine would make great choices, but I'd rather have them rested and ready for serious battles. That left the two I had originally planned.

"Angel and Celia."

The look on Celia's face was priceless: a mixture of shock and joy. She let out a loud, cricket-like cry that echoed throughout the forest. Angel leapt from her passive perch in the river and released a savage glow from her dorsal antennae, forming the beautiful halo that I wanted to transform into the main attraction to my appeals round.

"Wow! I can see why!" Said May, looking at the two enthused Pokemon with awe. Fara was smiling, probably happy with the knowledge that I want to keep her aside for when I need her strength. Katherine, however, looked cheated: "Why not me, master?"

"Give the rest of the team a chance in the spotlight, my dear," I said, stroking the back of the absol's head as she pouted. "We'll go trainer hunting once it's over."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Katherine laid her head into my chest, "If that is your wish, my master."

May watched us with a soft smile. "Wow, I wish my Pokemon loved me like yours love you."

I laughed a little, imagining what would happen if her manectric loved her like that. It would certainly catch my attention! Actually, seeing May on all fours with a blue-and-yellow wolf pounding into her did sound...

"I agree," said the haunting, feminine echo of Fara's voice as she read my fantasy. "That girl needs to be mated, and I wouldn't mind watching her being bred to that manectric. Mmm, actually, I wouldn't mind mounting her myse-"

*Careful, Fara,* I thought, allowing her to pick up on them. *The last time I checked, you were my vixen. If you're a good girl, though, I'll ask her about her thoughts on 'breeding'.*

A mental giggle washed over my mind. "Of course, master Zack. I'll keep that in mind..."

* * *

The rest of the bath went without incident. It wasn't long before we were clean again, and I was content dry manually this time, letting the sun bake the excess water from me so I could put my clothes on without them sticking. My bangs continued to dance in front of my eyes, reminding me of their lack of red dye. May was also drying off, steering clear of Fara and Kat, who were shaking the river water violently from their bodies.

"I'm going to go ahead and register you for the competition, Zack," said May, looking around the nearby trees. "Could I ask you to bring my sneasel to me when we meet in Mauville? She's still helping Trent with the campsite, and she seems to be really enjoying it. Who knows, maybe she'll learn a thing or two about respect from your Pokemon."

I shook my head; you can't "pick up" respect from another Pokemon. May still has a lot to learn about Pokemon. "Sure thing, what's it look like?"

"Ah, it's a black weasel with a small, red ear and a small black ear. You can't miss her! Here's her pokeball."

I nod and take the ball. As I examined the rather ordinary device, May released her tropius Eden. The winged brontosaurus appears in a flash of light, and lets out a light, almost moaning cry. May pats the creature's neck and straddles her back, positioning herself around its leafy wings. With rapid gusts of air from the fan-like leaves, the two begin to slowly lift from the ground.

"I'll see you there," said May over the beats of her tropius' wings. With that, she was gone, flying northward towards the city of Mauville.

When the girl was out of site, I turned to my legion. "Present team! Fall in!"

Katherine, Fara, Celia, and Angel lined up in front of me, the lanturn conveniently at the end of the line located at the river.

"Alright, Angel, you and I are going to practice controlling your water and lightning combinations. Celia, I want you to train with Fara and Katherine. Understood?"

They all nodded. "Good, then let's get started. We have one day of training for this thing, but we've pulled bigger victories out of our asses in the past."

Celia, Fara, and Katherine stepped off to the side and I walked towards my lanturn. She flopped onto shore and awaited the hover disks, which I applied to her. As she rose to knee level, I placed my hand on her antennae and wondered how well that thing was at absorbing electricity.

*It seems I'm about to find out!*

* * *

"Now, when you want to make a "v" sound, you curl your lower lip just below your upper teeth and hum," said Bastilla, illustrating it using her own lips and teeth.

Trent tried doing what the sneasel said, but kept making an "f" sound instead.

"No, no, you're breathing too hard. Softly, now; you love May, you don't luff her."

"I am trying; my lips just aren't as defined as yours."

Bastilla nodded, "That's true. Hmm... Maybe we should find another way for you. Ah! Try molding your lower lip all around your lower teeth and curling them like this." She demonstrated the motion again. Trent tried it, and managed to make an awkward, airy "v" sound. He smiled at his accomplishment. "Another letter closer, I'm making good progress."

"Mrr, that you are," said the black weasel, I'm either an excellent teacher or you're a dedicated student."

A faint gust of wind came from overhead. Both Trent and Bastilla looked upwards to see a tropius soaring over the clearing.

"Well, there goes your future mate, Trent!"

"Please, don't say it like that," said the sceptile, rubbing the back of his head. "I would prefer something like my 'bride to be', and even then it is still a long ways away."

Bastilla grinned, placing her claws on her hips. "Aah, so you'd rather go along the human route, eh?"

"I think it would be selfish of me to ask her to change," replied Trent.

The sneasel's face grew serious, cocking her head in a curious motion at the giant gecko before her. "Wow, you really do love her, don't you?"

Trent grinned, holding his head high and straining the human language through his mouth: "Yesss, I luff May."

The faint cackle of an amused skitty filled the otherwise silent clearing. "I see... alright, let's work on that "v" some more. I think the serpentine "s" gives you some character."

Nodding, the sceptile buckled in mentally for another bout of human language lessons.

* * *

"So... it is really ok?" Celia chirped in poketongue to her two training partners.

Katherine nodded, "You've done more than you think! I should say you're long overdue."

Tapping her two index claws together, a bright shade of green marked a blush across her cheeks. "Oh, er, thank you? But... Zack is like... my big brother..."

"It would appear that he is the big brother that you have feelings for," said Fara, nothing being hidden from her powers.

Celia blushed harder, twiddling her claws more furiously. "Well I... I did... I mean I do! But... I can't have children with him. I always thought-"

Shaking her head, Katherine interrupted the flygon. "I'm not able to bear his child either, Celia. None of us are. We're his mates for something more than that."

"Besides," said Fara, continuing Katherine's train of thought with her own spin. "No female really needs a male. I spent several years alone before I met you and Zack, and I never felt alone or like I needed someone. You shouldn't feel like you must have someone simply for procreation."

"Could we... maybe... change the subject? I mean, if that's ok..."

"You're worse than May," said Katherine, a goofy smile crossing her face. "How about this: we will talk to Zack about getting you a male to breed with. Then, you can raise the egg with Zack! Dibs on godmother!"

"That... will that really work? Would he be alright with raising a child that wasn't his?"

"Master Zack is not like most males," said the ninetales sitting on her haunches. "He thinks beyond petty semantics like that. He'll raise the kid like it was his own, and we would all be as one family. Yes, master Zack truly is-"

"GAH! DON'T TOUCH THE GROUND!" Zack's painful shout was heard all the way on the other side of the clearing. He had a faint, smoky aura and was hunched over. "Alright... let's... try this again later..."

With that, he fell face-forward. "I'm alright! I'm just... gonna... stay here for a bit..."

"Master Zack truly is one of a kind."

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Thank you for playing,

Matt, the Z-Byte