#gregnas

Hefting a large boulder in her arms, the miniscule Gallade let out a slight grunt as she eyed a nearby tree. Measuring it out in her head before giving out a satisfied grunt and plopping it at the base of the tree’s trunks. Sticking her head back up, Yemir eyed her surroundings for more as she scampered about, gathering a few more rocks. Pausing, Yemir glanced at Baozhai. Who seemed to be busy minding her own business. Meditating in silence with her blade floating in front of her. Content the mummy wouldn’t eavesdrop on her, Yemir began to carve into the stone with one of her claws using unusually delicate precision.

“Hey, lardass. It’s been a while, huh? How’ve ye been doin’? Good, I hope. Finally get all that alone time to yourself with nobody to bug ya! Not fair, by the way. Ya still owed me a fight! Afraid yer girl was gonna catch up to ya, huh? Can’t say I blame ya. Keep getting stronger every day and then you probably wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Boring, if ya ask me”, Yemir chuckled, continuing to carve into the rock. So deep into her own thoughts, she failed to notice Baozhai had an eye half open. Staring at the Gallade intently.

“So, uh, yeah, I’ve been doing fine myself... I guess. Going on a roadtrip with Granny Bao. She wants to show off her kingdom or some shit. Probably nothing but dusty ruins and mummies”, Yemir chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. Her cheery demeanor didn’t last long, her smile turning into a frown.

“I’ve been wearing your clothing. Ain’t got nothing else to remember ya by. Especially since Whisper burned yer Reaper Cloth... I know. After everything we did and she’s still insane. What did we do wrong?... What did I do wrong? Why did she have to go and be... I don’t know. Her, I guess? I’m pissed at her, but, I guess I’d be one to talk. Ended up getting pissed, nuked most of the forest, including the house we built together and yer grave because I’m such a fool”, Yemir grumbled, her head dropped low as all she could do was stare at the dirt, not even looking straight at the rock she was carving into anymore. The image of a battle scarred and grumpy Dusknoir ingrained into the rock. It looked quite detailed, realistic, even.

“Even Eudai turned out to be no better than the either of us. I thought I knew him, but... I ain’t ever felt something so cold in all my life. I thought he’d be the family’s future. But now? I just...”, Yemir cut herself off, gripping her head with both hands. Eyes widened while her ears lowered, fingers digging into her large mane of hair. Tears welled up in the Gallade’s eyes, her body trembling, if only for a moment as she took in a deep breath. Her tears, her shaking, all ceased in one second. Composing herself, Yemir stared back at the carved stone with a weary smile on her face.

Two armored Bisharps walked up to the knightly Gardevoir, along with a Gothitelle. Kneeling as he presented the sword to the taller Psychic type. King Arthur firmly placed his foot on the peasant’s knee. Hastily pulling out the sword while kicking his subject aside. The king presented his sword forward, eyes narrowed at the Dusknoir. “For that arrogance, I shall see you dead”, the Gardevoir stated. Sword at the ready as he presented himself into a combat stance. Only for his blade to shatter with a resounding boom emanating throughout the castle. The crowd screamed with terror in confusion, as if a thunderclap went off. Trying to process what happened, the mob stared meekly at the Dusknoir in the middle of the courtyard, one even crying out “sorcery!” All the while, Arthur stared at his stub of a sword, utterly bewildered before looking back up at Gregnas. The ghost himself holding up his weapon as he blew off the barrel.

“Yeah…”, the ghost glowered, holding up his shotgun as he began to float through the crowd. Eye narrowed at his would be executioners. “Alright you primitive screwheads, listen up! You see this?”, the ghost declared, holding up his shotgun for all to see. “This... is my BOOMSTICK!”, the Dusknoir yelled, shaking his weapon firmly as the crowd recoiled in fear. “It’s a twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Castelia City, Unova. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock,” the Dusknoir explained, letting the people gather for a closer look, their fear giving way to curiosity, “cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. YOU GOT THAT?!” The ghost yelled as the crowd shook their heads obediently in agreement.

“Now I swear, the next one of you primates even touches me… hyaah!” Gregnas suddenly spins around, firing the shotgun off at the chain being used by a rather grotesque and rotting Gardevoir that had climbed out of the pit. The iron snapped, causing the Gardevoir to lose her focus as Gregnas fired off another blast. Sending the rotting fiend flipping back into the dank depths of the pit. The crowd, shrieking in panic, soon turned into one of awe as they gathered around this mysterious, if not rude, stranger. Blowing off his shotgun once more. Gregnas twirled the weapon in his free hand before placing it on his back, stashing it safely away. “Now… let’s talk about how I get back home.”

be one with the hats

(( Oh my god, this is perfect.

Everyone is hats now. Hats be to all!

Try to protect thy soft noggin in futility, for the hats are here!

Here’s another sketch for a thing I’ll try to flesh out in the future ;w;

The Dusk Wars was a lot of fun and I truly thank everyone who participated in it!