Dragon Quill

I’m through the tunnel! And there’s a police station.

Route 9 Police Station
“Don’t fight! Don’t meet anyone’s eyes!”

…what? Is this like, their motto, or is it their victim-blamey advice for us, or…???

And then a police officer attacks me. (more…)

I head in to the rock store where the event flag is.

Bonnibel-Oliva here. This is Probopass. It watches the shop whenever I’m away. I know I asked you to meet me here, but there’s been a change of plans. Come meet me at the Ruins of Life past Memorial Hill, when you can.

See, a well-programmed game would’ve had her already be there when I checked it out first. (more…)

Hey, a nosepass! (more…)

Faba: Here we are, you two. This is Aether Paradise. (more…)

Last time:

But weren’t you supposed to meet with the professor in Malie Garden?

noooooooooo lillie not you too when will the roadblocks end (more…)

Well, time for a brief bit of actually going where the plot wants me to. (more…)

Time to go down.

And okay FINE I’ll talk to Oak. (more…)

Kukui: Bonnibel!

Ugh okay fine. (more…)

I proceed to the garden, where Kukui appears to be being menaced by some children.

You say you wanna make a Pokemon League? You got rocks in your skull?

The children make some good points. (more…)

So, the building Gladion came out of was another motel. (more…)

I enter the next event flag, as expressed by doors.

Hau immediately appears to signal cutscene time and does such useful exposition as reminding me of my name and location.

Then a pair of creepy toddlers turn and shout Strangers! as one. They rush us and demand a battle. (more…)

Well, it’s destroyed ghost-filled shopping mall time! (more…)

My pokemon could stand to level up a bit more, and I’m missing a lot on this island, so I’m going to ignore the event flag and try to add more to the pokedex.

Togedemaru, for example. (more…)

I’m sick of playing Moon late and having it be bright noon, and also of missing all the nighttime pokemon, so I change the time settings and then go hunting cleffa. (more…)

I decide to make another foray into capturing before continuing.

I nab trubbish, who apparently hang out in the grass around the waste facility that doesn’t use them, and then realize I still don’t have a stufful.

Much suffering commences, but eventually, I get a damn stufful.

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