#ciph.fic

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟑: 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤

The jail boys are getting their turn!

"I'm tired. And hungry. And thirsty," Trudly complained. 

Folly said nothing. He couldn't blame his partner, not after hours of trudging across the desert to run errands for their boss. If anything, he was plagued by the same things. 

But if they didn't get their work done, their boss would be angry — and not get his work done either. And that in turn meant Master Nascour would notice, which none of them wanted. 

Trudly's steps faltered. Folly didn't turn around. 

"Keep going. We're almost done," he encouraged his partner. 

They continued on their way. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟗: 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Gonzap, too, has felt personally victimized by Nascour.

There had been a time when Gonzap was a proud gangster, leading his team as he saw fit. 

Nowadays things were different; he had been reduced to Cipher's dog. A dog that played fetch with stolen Pokémon and attacked when its master commanded. 

(Nascour even made him call him master. He took pleasure in rubbing it in, Gonzap suspected.)

And the worst thing was that Gonzap had no choice. Cipher was stronger. If Team Snagem tried fighting again, they would be wiped out; Nascour had promised him as much. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟗: 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

Time for the icon himself~

There was a poster of him in the Duel Square. 

Miror B. exited the bar with his usual theatrical flair and a huge grin on his face. A poster, already? And before he had even organized and announced a show? 

(Not that Master Nascour would let him do something fun like that, joyless business man that he was.)

To his disappointment, Miror found that it was a wanted poster from the Pyrite Police Department. Both the picture and the reward for his capture were an insult. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟔: 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥

I said Wes counts, so here he is~

They were sitting together at the kitchen table, laughter filling the room. And Wes, in the middle of it all, felt like a complete stranger and right at home at the same time. 

All of this — being with Rui and her grandparents, eating food, chatting — was so normal. It was what Wes had only known from stories and TV screens, the way things were supposed to be, the life an orphaned son of criminals was excluded from. 

Yet here he was, thanks to Rui. Enjoying himself, talking, laughing. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟖: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩

This is a follow-up of sorts to the Skrub x Naps fic. All the context you need, however, can be summed up as this: Shadow Teddiursa attacked Naps during a training session and injured him.

"What's up, Naps? I'm, like, so busy." 

Naps stopped in the doorway, Poké Ball in his bandaged hand. Lovrina hadn't even looked up from her desk, but at least she had asked.

He decided to try. "Sister, my Teddiursa… after you shadowed it on Master Ein's orders… I've been having trouble with it." 

"How so?" Lovrina still wasn't looking up. 

"It's… disobedient. Erratic. Aggressive too. I can't–"

"Naps, you know how this works. Do a better job as a Trainer. I so have work to do." 

"…Okay." 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟕: 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫

Based on my (not serious) theory that Fein and Mirakle are the same person.

The new alter ego was his favorite by far. Pleased with himself, Fein ran his hands through his freshly dyed hair and admired the bright red color. There was also a test strand of white, but that part would have to be done another day. 

(Not to mention the iconic afro. That one was… far away.)

Not letting this ruin his mood, Fein grabbed his helmet and began polishing it. He had given it a new coat of paint too, also red and white. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟓: 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

In this household, we love and cherish my boy Daki <3

The old culture and traditions had all but vanished from most of Orre. Dakim learned this when he first ventured away from Mt. Battle and the village where he had been raised. 

Such a pity — and it made coming home feel even better. Home where history was remembered, kept alive and breathing. 

Dakim did his best to do his part, both here and beyond the borders of old territory, but his master was only fond of tradition when it suited him.

"It's your culture too," Dakim had said. 

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟒: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

Enter Colress - and a sneaky little reference to one good friend's verse ;)

People had called him many things over the years. Bright and brilliant. Handsome and charismatic. Cruel and evil. 

Colress hummed to himself as he fiddled with his latest invention. After solving the Rainbow Rocket crisis, it was back to praise for the moment. And his prototype had done well — banishing Ghetsis had been satisfying — but it could still be improved. Specifically so that it was no longer limited to sending people back to their original dimensions.