WINTER MASQUERADE

Been a while since he indulged in this.

He was surprised when he recieved the invitation, though a quick scour through the internet revealed it to be a far more common occurrence than one might've thought. It was a grand celebration, as it turned out, and the number of invitees bordered on the dangerous.

The amount of possible criminal elements present was— well, it went without saying that it was best to maintain your facade, if only to avoid any possible altercations.

But despite these possible dangers... Gwyar still arrived— with plus two.

The man who walked through the doors and into the Masquerade had a bit more bounce to his step than he might've had a mere few weeks prior. He was... revitalized, one could say.

After all— he had finally made his journey home. Finally assessed the damage for himself. And mercifully— precious little had befallen his family.

Didn't mean he was about to leave them in Galar for that monster to pick off.

"A masquerade, huh? Not exactly showing us the sights, old man. We've been through this song and dance plenty of times back home."

"Hnnn... Lots of complaining for someone who spent an hour choosing a mask. Don't mind her, papa— she loves dancing."

"Huh? No. I don't. People just keep asking me for dances."

"Yes— because you're so good at it."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I like it."

"You could always say no~."

"Shut it. Mordred, deal with her."

"Whaaa! Protect me, Gareth!~"

The blonde knight simply smiled, watching the two siblings bicker. The Dark Triad could claim whatever it wanted— The Gods were definitely on his side.

"Alright you two." The man interjected softly, prompting the two teenagers to glance at their father, one smiling, the other bored. "We've been through this before. Got everything you need?"

"Yeaup." "Yes Sir!" The two replied quickly, reaching down to pat the Rapier Honedges at their sides. The man smiled.

"Perfect. Mordred, Gareth. Look after them, yes?"

The two masked Kirlia flanking the girls nodded at the man, then at the masked Gallade behind the man. Once again, Gwyar couldn't help his smile.

He often heard of parents who might've complaints about the way their children had turned out.

Couldn't be him.

"Then let us reconvene at the exit at midnight." The man said, all three of them popping open their pocket watches in time before looking at each other. "Have fun, girls. If you need me, you know how to call."

The two young ladies nodded, one smiling brightly, the other looking bored, before splitting off from the man with their pokemon in tow, disappearing into the masquerade.

"Hoh..." The man released a breath, before turning his gaze towards the masked Gawain, grinning. "What about you? Not going to go off on your own?"

The blue Gallade snorted. He chuckled.

"Sorry; I didn't give you much time to find a date, did I?" The man said as he turned towards the bar. "Ah well. Let's go find ourselves a drink."

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TL;DR
-Gwyar has arrived.
-WITH THE FAM.
-Gwynevere Wledig, eldest daughter, accompained by Mordred the Kirlia and Clarent the Honedge.
-Gwendolyn Wledig, youngest daughter, accompained by Gareth the Kirlia and Robigus the Honedge.
-And of course, Gwyar Wledig, Father, accompained by Gawain the Gallade and Galatine the Aegislash.
-The young ladies are out and about. I might send them to harass your way
-Gwyar's getting a drink. Will be going to Brynnhildr Erling soon.

F to pay respects

Psychic / Ghost SW with Fire-type Incense

Gwyar gently set down the incense unto the floor before gathering his palms together, knelt at the foot of the several dozens of stairs that led up into the cemetery that made for Mt. Pyre's crown.

In the aftermath of the meteor, things in Hoenn had only become even stranger. Phenomena reminsicent of the ultra space war was now wide spread across the region, and the bodies of victims of both it and the ongoing conflict continued to pile on.

And amisdt all this... Gwyar was returning home— to Galar.

For this, he prayed for those lives lost, and asked for forgiveness. But he needed to see his family— needed to make sure they were okay.

And so, once he was done praying... the man began to rise to his feet.

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Using an Incense to bring Psychic types.

SECRETS OF THE SWORD

VOLUME 2, PROLOGUE; EXCERPT BY kyle lopez

Gwyar laughed. The champion was rather amicable!

"You are quite alright, Mr. Lopez. Swordsmanship is not quite as common a calling as it used to be." The man said with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been told I'm rather old fashioned."

The man watched with interest as the champion interacted with the Sword of Justice. He had only seen about a minute of them together, so he couldn't yet compare their relationship to that of Cobalion's and Melody Miro.

His attempts at analyzing their relationship were quickly derailed however by the question the champ threw the sword's way. The pokemon remained silent on its thoughts— Gwyar, not so much.

"Shall we seem then?" Gwyar said suddenly as he casually kicked up the sword reclined against the table with his back heel, the sheathed steel flipping into his hand. Holding it by the sheathed edge, the man gently brought the pommel to press against Kyle's deltoid, then bicep, then upper chest.

The man's casual smile pursed at the first press, flattened at the second, and then turned into fierce concentration at the third.

"... Mr. Lopez. You..." The man said after moment, gaze darkened by his mop of hair briefly... before the man gave a calculating look. "How often do you train?"

"Because if I got this right — and I usually do— ... You might be a natural swordsman."

A natural everything, really.

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SECRETS OF THE SWORD VOL I

Chapter 1: Cobalion & the Sword Dancer Melody Miro.

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Gwyar smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Ms. Miro. I truly cannot thank you enough." The man said as he lightly lowered his head towards her.

The food arrived shortly after, plates being set before the two as Melody spoke. At her words, Gwyar could only nod.

"I too, had never heard of it, nor anything like it, until the Cloud." Gwyar said with a furrowed brow, rubbing slowly at his chin in thought. "Yet..."

He recalled that Zacian was not alone. Another one— one Zamacenta had been there as well. It, however, had not fought with a sword. Gwyar hadn't been able to get much on how it had fought, however. He had his hands full with its sibling.

"Yet, it feels like I should know about it." Gwyar surmised with a sigh, picking his tea and bringing it to his lips. His family kept the tradition of knighthood alive in all of its forms, including lorekeeping. Gwyar had long heard stories of the Swords of Justice, the King of the Bountiful Harvest and its steeds, the Hero of Galar... "... But that is neither here nor there. We can ponder on those questions at another time. For now..."

He turned his gaze to the food at the table and grinned.

"Shall we indulge ourselves? I fear this might well be the last time in quite a while you'll be able to eat a meal quite so... carbs-heavy."

GWYAR'S GYM LOG: STARK BADGE

Vs: Callan Young

The battle was called to a close by the gym leader, his echoing words bringing the Gallade to a grinding halt.

The Gallade's arms slowly fell back to his sides as he and Galatine half turned towards Gwyar, who nodded their way. They nodded back briefly, before both moved to return to his side, the power of mega evolution leaving the sword fighteras they came to flank the man.

Before long, he stood at the center of the field alongside the gym leader, gently grasping the badge in his hand. He rolled his thumb over the pristine surface of the blue gem.

"Mighty praise from a tactician quite as accomplished as yourself, Mr. Young." The man deflected back the praise with a smile. "Not many have kept these two on their toes as your pokemon did; I must say, you've given me much to consider in this battle alone."

Gwyar reached into the breast pocket of his coat and produced a thin, elegant badge case, gently slipping into place the badge before snapping it shut.

"Likewise, Mr. Young. Let us both meet after we've sorted out this meteor business."

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TL;DR:
—Battle over! Thanks for the fun Toppa! :pepechu:
TEAM

• GALLADE / STEADFAST | GALLADITE | DOUBLE TEAM, TELEPORT, HEAL PULSE, HYPNOSIS, CLOSE COMBAT, PSYCHO CUT, Z-MOVE
• AEGISLASH / STANCE CHANGE | LIFE ORB | KING'S SHIELD, SWORDS DANCE, SACRED SWORD, IRON HEAD, SHADOW SNEAK, AERIAL ACE, Z-MOVE

Quick Badge

We meet again, Josh Devlin.

Pokemon racing was fun. He had known as much when he signed up for the Race a while back, needing a distraction from all the doom and gloom going on in his head...

But unfortunately, scratching that itch only seemed to have made it stronger. With the meteor looming over them, looking mighty foreboding, the only thing Gwyar could do, other than train and prepare for D-day, was to indulge himself one last time before possibly dying.

An awfully bleak self-justification for racing.

"Apologies for the tardiness, Mr. Devlin!" The blonde said as he arrived at the track, mounted atop Llamrei. "We took the scenic route; Got quite a little distracted."

PAAA: MT. PYRE

Here we go.

It was over. It was done.

The region was saved. Hoenn was freed. They had Palkia's gratitude. And the path back to Galar was now open to him.

All in all...

"I need a raise." He surmised succinctly into the League comms as he pulled at the scraps left of his shirt, huffing as he turned his eyes away from the other side and towards the spooky ghosts that had escaped earlier instead.

The vague general directions they had flown to anyway. He briefly pondered what that was about, before shrugging it off as something for someone else to worry.

He had a home region to check up on.

"Officer Wledig here. I am pursuing fleeing rockets." He informed over the comms as he turned towards grunts and higher rockets alike, rolling his stiff shoulders and pained joints briefly before sighing.

"Best to make this quick."

---

-Raise, please?
-Bonking fleeing rocket grunt heads together.

CHASE FOR THE SILPH CUP

Eat my dust.

Somehow, they had managed to hold onto third place so far, despite the exhaustion and the rather worthy competition.

All in all, an exemplary performance from a pair of retired veternas, one might say.

Gwyar was no such one.

Even if he could only look at the darn shadow of those ahead of him, anything else but attempting for victory would have been utterly disgraceful.

"One must strive to be the very best, like no one ever was, in any competition they engage in!" Gwyar boomed at Llamrei, the mare neighing loudly in response.

There was no such thing as peacefully accepting defeat in the House of Wledig!

It was the homestretch! ONE. LAST. PUSH!

"LLamrei! Quick Attack!"

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tl;dr:
-Let's pray for a miracle here. MY. LAST. BOOOOOST!

j3O4rEso |

Llamrei —
Speed S (50)
Endurance C (20)
Reaction D (10)

REDEEMING

Welcome back to your PC, Mr. Wledig!

1X Ability Change Capsule. Gawain's ability became Sharpness.
1X level tutor. Gawain's forgot Close Combat. Gawain learned Sacred Sword.

1X Type 3 Evo. Bisharp evolved into Kingambit.

HARVESTING

be sure to visit the pretty petal flower shop near rustboro!

3X grepa berries. Letting them regrow.

GAINED

Good heavens what a harvest!

+30 PD

GWYAR'S GYM LOG: STARK BADGE

Vs: Callan Young

Nothing?

The knight lifted a digit to his temple, humming.

Even if confident, leaving its ally to fight against a freshly Mega Evolved opponent seemed too reckless for one as capable as the gym leader.

Hypnosis. Skill Swap.Z-move. Inaction...

BANG!

Gawain did not move to follow the retreating bird— but he did move.

Flashing across the field with his newly empowered speed, his arms flashing with psychic force as he lashed out at different angles, launching violet crescent moons at the flier. By now, he had realized that trying to engage the opponent at close range benefited them more than it did him.

So the warrior zoomed across the battlefield, launching scythes of psychic force while in motion before leaping into the air and firing.

"Galatine." For the first time since the battle began, the man spoke. "Do mind the Hypnosis."

A strange order. Nonetheless, the Aegislash seemed to understand, fully sheathing itself into its shield before impeding the smaller pokemon's path with its body, slowly bringing out its 2 'arms' up.

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-Gawain is doing zoomies and using Psycho Cut.
-Gwyar is big thonking.
-Aegislash is standing there. Menancingly!!!

TEAM

• GALLADE / STEADFAST | GALLADITE | DOUBLE TEAM, TELEPORT, HEAL PULSE, HYPNOSIS, CLOSE COMBAT, PSYCHO CUT, Z-MOVE
• AEGISLASH / STANCE CHANGE | LIFE ORB | KING'S SHIELD, SWORDS DANCE, SACRED SWORD, IRON HEAD, SHADOW SNEAK, AERIAL ACE, Z-MOVE

CHASE FOR THE SILPH CUP

Eat my dust.

"Dear me, that was close, innit?!" Yelped the blonde man as he and Llamrei just barely managed to stay in the race, eyes wide open at the the vast gulf between him and both second and first place.

Unless a miracle happened and both of those ahead of them seriously screwed up, their chances of winning were not particularly great, unfortunately. Worst yet, after such a prolonged race, Llamrei had precious little left in the tank.

If there was still a chance for them to manufacture a miracle, it needed to be at the perfect moment.

Swallowing hard, the man hugged the back of the mare tightly and grasped at the reigns, directing her towards the steep slope full of debris.

"Hold fast! We can still win this!" He whispered encouragingly at the mare, patting her neck.

They needed to keep their spirits high!

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tl;dr:
-GOING FOR TARGET NUMBER 2

_KJ81DkM

Llamrei —
Speed S (50)
Endurance C (20)
Reaction D (10)

CHASE FOR THE SILPH CUP

Eat my dust.

Even at full throttle, they hadn't been able to change their position in the rankings. People moved up and down, yet they remained a constant...

At fifth place.

Unacceptable.

With the final lap soon to wrap up, there truly was no other choice for this speed demon duo.

As the jump rapidly approached, the fall and the net underneath beckoning the most bold of racers, Gwyar and Llamrei knew what they had to do.

"All or nothing!"

"AGILITY!"

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tl;dr:
-JUMP KING TIME!!!
-ENGAGE NITRO!!! AGILITYYYY!!!!!!

XTc|CVKo ||

Llamrei —
Speed S (50)
Endurance C (20)
Reaction D (10)