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Ten away...ten away! Luka's definitely going to hit the big one this time, she can feel it...
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Retribution... she's gonna dunk Tam Fawley this time for sure!![break][break]
It's a manner of pride now. But at least she still has manners enough to apologize before throwing the ball as hard as she can!

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Sleepy kisses blend dreams with her waking life. Half convinced that this is just part of a long and blissful dream, Luka lets herself indulge in the rosy haze of affection between them. With eyes closed and lips connected, she can pretend that the spark between them is real.[break][break]

Her arms twine around Remiel's neck, holding him close as they tumble between the sheets. Breathless and laughing, she leans up to peck his nose before falling back against the pillows, roseate hair draped around her head in a halo. The moment is sweet and slow, and she gazes up at Remiel Luka finds herself wishing that they could simply bask in sleepy intimacy forever.[break][break]

"Mmm...I'm glad you think so too," she says, reaching up to play with his tousled hair. "But you're more amazing, my prince...[break][break]

She giggles again. "That's a cute nickname, by the way...how did you come up with it?"

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How is it that the Primarina Twist is the trick giving her a hard time now...[break][break]

Well, that just means she has to try it again! And again and again...

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for this dive fish is manifesting a crown...i believe in the heart of the CARDS
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tipsy fush turbo edition...[break][break]

something something splash splash mantine! primarina twist babey!!!!!

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hiiii tipsy fish is posting dailies!!![break][break]

Tam Fawley is cute but hed be cuter soaking wet right?? right. no hard feelings etc etc except this twunk is TOTALLy getting dunked nyao[break][break]

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Sugar, spice, and everything nice...[break][break]

That's what she and Crème are made of![break][break]

Her swimsuit this round is decidedly more cutesy than the last. Soft, pink, and fluffy, she's like a little cupcake walking down the catwalk. Fluttering ruffles swish around her hips like folds of whipped cream and form a sweet topping for dangerously low decolletage. Bubblegum curls have been pulled into twin buns at the top of her head, decorated with ribbons that match the sweets her Alcremie is adorned with.[break][break]

She looks like, if you bit her, honey and milk would flow from her.[break][break]

Luka walks up the runway with a candy sweet smile, and her Alcremie stands right beside her. The mega stone she'd been lent has been placed in an ostentatiously adorable prop; but somehow, it seems to suit her. She raises it with a wink and a dramatic sparkle while Crème mega evolves below her.[break][break]

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Giant tiers of cake form a new kind of stage. Luka clings tightly to Crème's hand as she stands on the top tier and rises into the air. It's a rather messy kind of evolution;

the runway is sticky sweet now, covered in soft dollops of whipped cream. Luka adds onto it, spraying the crowd with—[break][break]

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lol jk could you imagine. We gotta stay within the proboards TOS...[break][break]

Instead, Luka showers the crowd with handfuls of candy! Hearts, stars, flowers, berries...each as bright and cheerful as the woman herself. Where is she keeping all the reserves of sweets? Don't worry about it.[break][break]

At the end of the act, however, Luka leans forwards to wave down at the crowd. Her heel skids on icing and down she goes, sliding down mounds of whipped cream until she reaches the bottom. Somehow, she sticks the landing, arms raised overhead like a gymnast while cream clings to her body.[break][break]

Breathless and laughing helplessly, she tries her best to walk back down the aisle without slipping again. Hopefully the next round includes a shower...[break][break]

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"Shocking...mm."[break][break]

Only Martín del Mar and Remiel Calcifet know what she'd experienced with Cresselia in that alternate universe. Ever since then, she'd felt the moon spirit's absence like a dull ache between her ribs— or maybe it's just scar tissue.[break][break]

Had it felt wrong to attack Cresselia in such a manner? Yes. Had it been the right thing to do? Also yes. It's a fact she's found herself grappling with quite often these days: the right thing to do is not often easy.[break][break]

Luka stands there in her idle animation as chatter explodes around her. Discussions of theories, explanations thrown about by those from different terminals.

Honestly, she doesn't follow much of it. She hovers adjacent to the rest of the group, having done all she can to help. Her skills lie in observation, not insight; collecting pieces of a puzzle she can't begin to imagine the shape of.[break][break]

So she just nods silently along as Martín del Mar and kyle lopez theorize, joined by Katherine Fairburne and FERNANDO SILPH to no surprise. She does acknowledge Fernando's prediction with a puzzled frown, a soft "How do you know?" on her lips before she finally spots Remiel Calcifet, and gasps.[break][break]

She'd imagined their reunion dozens of times before. But never had she considered it under the worst of circumstances. Luka's face pales as she stares at the remaining half of Remiel's face, scooped out clean like a spoonful of ice cream. Her heart throbs and she forgets herself, fluttering to his side as she has so many times before.[break][break]

"Are you okay—" Her mind goes blank and his name sticks in her throat. Luka chokes on it before she manages to rasp out a quiet, "Monsieur?"[break][break]

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- thank u puzzle gang ur the real ones[break]
- forgot dollar-store phantom of the opera's name :sadge:

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Well...it's a cutie Clampearl! Another one. Luka pats their head...shell? Body...[break][break]

The other one she'd fished up seems pleased as punch to have a companion, though! Luka watches them play in the water until they come up with something sparkly for her. Please don't be a pokeball...
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It's still illegal to dunk cute girls like Amelia Livy.[break][break]

Maybe this is the start of Luka's rocket arc...[break][break]

Jk lol.[break][break]

"Sorry!" Luka yells as she throws her ball, "Your swimsuit is cute, by the way!"[break][break]

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Oh gosh...has she forgotten how to surf in the twenty minutes she was gone?[break][break]

"That was...w-well, it's okay!" Luka splutters, wiping water out of her eyes. "We're just a little rusty. Let's try it again!"[break][beak]

Once again, Primarina Twist!

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There's no way Helios would give in so quickly to a little spinning top. Since his height puts him at a disadvantage, kicks are most likely the expected attack. To throw his opponent off his rhythm, Helios punches low instead.[break][break]

Taloned fists coat themselves in a sheen of oozing poison. Helios' poison jab hits with bullet speed, though he isn't expecting the immediate counterattack. Whether or not he can withstand the return of his own power against him remains to be seen...[break][break]

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