#nimbasa resonance au

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I have completely fallen in love with your Nimbasa Resonance AU ❤️

Aww thank you!! Here, have some miscellaneous trio silliness!

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"I think I need a knife for this."

"That is a salad."

"Woe is me, I have no cutting cutlery with which to eat this food." Elesa's dramatic pose and over the top tone failed to affect Emmet. Drat, normal against ghost type.

"Then perish." Emmet couldn't hide the tiny glint in his eye, nor the way his soul instinctively reached out to hers. It was addicting sometimes, resonating during a bland joke and building up preposterous amounts of joy simply from the back and forth.

Her grin nearly matched his own, devious as she reached for his arm across the table. It was almost enough to break his will until-

"Pwease, mistew Emmet?"

"I hate you. That's it." He shifted into a blade in her hands, continuing, "Here! Now I'm sparing my ears. I can't hear you. I'm a knife. Your stupid salad knife!"

Instead of continuing the bit, Elesa ran a gentle finger along the long sides of the blade. She inspected for nicks, then held him up to the light at different angles to check straightness.

"Little curve there." She mumbled.

"I'm not straight?"

"I'd call you a fruit knife if that was a thing." She held the knife so that his face shone like a reflection in the mirror. "And I thought you couldn't hear me."

"It is. Probably." He didn't grace the rest with a response. "I do go into fruit quite-"

Elesa choked out a laugh. "You wanna rephrase-"

"AS A KNIFE"

"Kin-"

"I HAVE BEEN USED TO PEEL APPLES!" Emmet's voice almost rivalled Ingo, and the blush she could see on his cheeks sure did remind her of apples.

"DO I WANT TO KNOW?" came a booming voice from downstairs. Ok, yeah, Emmet's yelling voice still paled in comparison.

Elesa smiled wickedly as Emmet shifted back. In retaliation, he tipped her salad over onto the table and trudged away.

Her smile gentled as she noted how he made sure to tip it away from the edge. He and Ingo both knew how tough it could be to get stains out. Some part of her wondered if this urge to rile him up was a test or just her usual antics.

There was a baseless fear somewhere deep inside that said the twins would leave her behind someday. She was afraid of losing them both, whether to more time travel or simple wanderlust. It was scary enough losing one of them, and she'd spent so, so very long trying not to lose Emmet as well in any capacity.

And now, well, she liked to test the boundaries. Not the rigid ones of course, just general annoyance. Each time he restrained himself from giving her a noogie or bear hugging her to rumple her good clothes, she was reminded that he wouldn't be going anywhere. That he cared, not only about her, but her passion as well. Her good clothes were off limits, no matter how many buttons she pressed.

Elesa barely noticed Ingo entering the room until he spoke up. "Don't let the paparazzi see you looking like that. They'd think you're in love."

"But I am. Platonically. He's- you both are so-" at a loss for words, she made vague motions with her hands. 'Perfect?' nah no one is perfect. 'Great' just seemed too vague. 'Kind? Considerate? Wonderful?' all true, but it wasn't enough to express the enormity of how much she appreciated her weapon partners. Sadly, her mouth moved without thinking and she finished with "So cool!"

Ingo put a hand over his mouth, but could not stop the laughter at all. It was a line so often used by little kids at Gear Station, looking up at them with stars in their eyes and dreams budding in their hearts.

"We find you cool as well, Elesa." Ingo said when he finally got his chuckling to a manageable level. "Or 'verrrrry cool', as my brother would put it."

"Hm, your impersonation needs work."

"Much like your etiquette," He said, pointing to her still-upturned salad bowl before righting it. "It works better like this."

"Why thank you, kind Warden. Your guidance is always appreciated." Her sarcasm was dulled by the way she took his hand, running a thumb over his knuckles. It was a soft gesture, typically an unspoken offer to let him shift if he wanted. A remnant of parties that got too big or loud even before his disappearance, it spoke in ways words couldn't. It was an offer of escape, understanding, support.

Ingo gave her a genuine smile. It caught her off guard enough that she didn't catch the mischievous twitch of his eyebrow. In one quick motion, he grabbed a bit of salad dressing on a finger and booped her nose with it.

"Ew! Ingo!"

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Batman's dick slit chin makes me uncomfortable.

Papa Emmet AU? Yes please!

-- Warden Anon

I apologize I will choose another gif next time

But yeah! It’s basically an AU that takes place while Ingo is in Hisui and Emmet is spiraling alone. Hisui isn’t the only place with Fallers. Nimbasa has one as well, a little girl that’s all alone. . . one that resonates with Emmet more than he would think

~Renee

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Ask Game! ⬆️⬇️⚡️🔪 Angst with maybe hurt comfort if that is possible? I thank you so much for your time and effort and craft skills AAAAAAA

Medix I appreciate your support so very much, but plz help this is SO open ended lol!

Hmmmm... How about an argument~

(warning for implied suicidal thoughts, but it ends soft and silly.)

"You're being reckless, Emmet!" Ingo wanted the argument to stay private, but his volume control had other things in mind. He couldn't bring himself to care. "I didn't come back to the station to watch you destroy it!"

"Reckless? You walked through a fucking portal! Don't call Me reckless!"

"I don't recall the minutia of my travels but-"

"Let me remind you! You left with only your clothes! No pokemon or anything!" Emmet yelled, pointing a finger at Ingo. He knew if it weren't for the shirt between them, it'd probably have come with a static zap.

"You can't hold that against me! I didn't choose to-" Ingo stopped himself. Though the memories had for the most part returned, his recollection of getting to Hisui was blank. Simply blank.

"You can't say it, can you? Because I know when you lie."

"Emmet." Ingo shook his head roughly, stomping a foot. "You're derailing this train!"

"Why should I listen to you!? You can't even say that I didn't cause it! That I wasn't why you left!!" Emmet slammed a fist onto his bed, wincing at how the motion hurt the scar on his back.

"So, what, are you trying to be the one to leave firs-" the words died in Ingo's throat. All the anger was drowned in a sudden Surf attack of fear.

Emmet looked similarly pulled away from his anger, looking down at his bedsheets. He wore an expression so broken and full of sorrow.

"Hey knifey boys, if you're done squabbling it's food time." Elesa barged in with grinders, purposefully getting between the two to give each of them their lunch.

"We're done." Emmet said quietly, focusing on unwrapping the long sandwich from the paper around it.

"Better be." She said, sitting on the edge of the bed when Emmet made room for her. Her voice became gentle as she looked between the two. "Because we need to talk this out like adults. Which is easier with food in our stomachs."

The twins nodded and they all ate in silence for a stretch of time. They didn't resonate purposefully, but their souls naturally found a similar rhythm anyways.

"I'm sorry." Emmet said first when they were done. "I can't be left behind again. But that doesn't mean I should ignore safety checks."

Ingo approached to give him a gentle hug, careful of his injuries. "I'm sorry I can't assuage your doubts about my leaving." He pulled back to hug Elesa next, "Both of your doubts."

"You came back." Emmet said, reaching a hand out. Ingo took it and found himself holding that familiar knife in his hand. "That's what matters. You're here."

Ingo let out a relieved sigh, tossing the knife up hand and shifting as his brother arched downwards. With timed precision, the knife that was Ingo got caught in his brother's deft hand. The trust build into that exercise was reassuring to them both.

"You're supposed to be on bedrest." Elesa said without any bite, they only felt relief and joy coming from their meister's soul.

"He did it." Emmet said, handing over his brother. "Ingo's fault. Go use him to chop carrots."

"You shifted first! I only followed your lead!"

"You tossed me! Your poor injured little brother! Tossed carelessly into the air!"

Elesa just laughed as the two bickered back and forth, lighthearted now. "I'm so glad you two are here."

Ah, she hadn't meant to say it aloud, much less have the wave of love and gratitude pulse so strong through their resonating souls. She felt a knife slip into her right hand as she blushed just a tad in embarrassment.

\\\

The windows showed a lively city full of lit windows and neon signs laying bright against the indigo tail-end of a sunset. It was the prettiest time, where it seemed all the world settled into comfortable rest or joyful exuberance. All the better, she knew the display was made both from her memories and specifically for her.

Inside the cabin, there were still scratches here and there, but some seats and benches looked reupholstered. As if things were healing.

"For every day he's back, I'm fixing one." Emmet said, pulling her attention away to her side. There he stood at his full height, coat barely moving behind him.

"Shall we?" Ingo asked, approaching with a little bow.

"You're just trying to get out of cutting the carrots." She said, letting the last pop song to get stuck in her head resound through the train. Ingo didn't know it, but that didn't stop him from spinning in her arms and striking poses. It was all silly, but he could stand to be silly in front of them.

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"Actually, don't worry, I have a steak knife that cuts carrots way better anyways."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

"You've used WHAT!?"

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Nimbasa Resonance AU: Nightmares

(heavy angst and bloodless major injury warning, but it all ends ok.)

(huge thanks to @fluffy-rulos for the idea and everyone who reminded me of it!! This vacation leaves little time to write, but I hope this is still angsty enough! :3 )

"Keep going!" Ingo heard his brother through a fog. Their resonance was thin, hampered by an exhaustion beyond the simple effects of Sleep Powder.

A flickering spark jolted through them both, a lancing pain that kept them awake but hurt their ability to connect. It was hard to want to resonate with someone causing you pain.

Ingo tried to cover up the guilt he felt rumble around in his mind like the thunder after a lightning strike. Guilt at having left and hurt his family, his teammates, the only ones that could link souls with him. It was too strong to stop. Too deep to hold back.

All at once a deeper rumble built upon his own, crashing through their quiet soul-song with discordant bass. Emmet had nothing to be guilty of in Ingo's mind, but that didn't stop the onslaught of emotions from whirling up a storm.

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Elesa kept moving, even as the guilt eroded their connection. She felt Ingo try desperately to reassure his twin through their link, but all their stamina was dwindling. Too much movement in far too long a fight had taken its toll on them all.

The frenzied roserade let out another spew of sleep powder and Elesa was yet again thankful it wasn't poison. She recalled how many of their pokemon fell to that status effect just to ensure that the trainers could survive this fight now. If they could just power through the last dredges of the pokemon's moves, it could calm down.

Another self inflicted zap to the three of them kept her awake. It hurt. Her legs felt sluggish and her lungs were burning and the resonance with Ingo and Emmet was faint as a train horn from miles away. Still, she pushed on, not to win, just to stall for time. It was the best they could do.

"This isn't fun." Emmet said, causing Elesa to pull attention away from the battle to look at the knife in her right hand. The small damaged part of the blade drew her eye. Had it gotten bigger?

The meister saw the chip first a while ago. It hadn't been that concerning. It was just a notch in the blade close to the handle. Nothing to worry about in a blade as durable as Emmet. His resolve was strong enough to strengthen his steel through willpower alone.

Could the same be true in reverse? Elesa never considered it.

She should have.

Reaching the frenzied grass type, Elesa felt the crackling of her electric soul build up charge. Her weapons fueled and channeled it downward into a Thunder Wave attack as she stabbed the ground. They succeeded at paralyzing the pokemon and stopping the assault of pollen.

She felt a bit of relief outside her own as Ingo loudly celebrated. She heard Emmet's soft voice as well but couldn't make out the words.

She should have.

As she pulled the blades out of the packed dirt, a distressing snap left her in sheer horror.

Elesa looked at the black handle, now with barely half an inch of blade past the bolster. The quiet chilled her to the core and she nearly retched upon seeing the rest of the brittle blade wedged in the ground.

The feeling of Emmet's soul was gone. There was no backlash of him no longer resonating. His piece in the equation was just non-existent, like an instrument finishing its part in a song.

"Emmet!" The white handle in her other hand burned hot as Ingo lost control.

Elesa barely flinched, just staring in a blank sea of agony and dissociation at the broken knife in her hand. For a moment she tried to pretend this was a prop. A fake kitchen knife. A prank the twins were playing. She couldn't have done that.

As if to punish her for such hopes, Emmet shifted back, his dominant left arm gouged out along with part of his side. There was no blood, no screams, just a man missing an entire arm and shoulder staring blankly ahead. His smile was gone. The light in his eyes was gone.

His soul was-

It would have been more merciful for his soul to be gone as well. This was worse. Emmet's soul was simply a dull gray orb that looked cracked with a large piece missing.

Elesa felt her ears fill with painful buzzing as Ingo screamed right beside her, shifting to reach his brother. Yet as much as he held Emmet, called his name, pressed his forehead to his, and hugged him close, Emmet might as well have been a doll.

The black of his coat filled her vision. Black, the color that fit with the color of Emmet's handle. Just as Ingo's white form complimented the jacket now held on only by a single arm. She'd never thought to ask if their choice of dress came from their weapon form or vice versa.

She should have.

The handle represented a connection to others. A knife needs a hand to be held by, to link it, guide it, help it reach a goal. The blade, in contrast, represented the purpose, the willpower, the strength to reach said goal.

Emmet now had none of that.

Elesa screamed, but she could not hear it through the ringing in her ears. Everything spiraled as fears piled on top of one another. Digging her nails into the ground and sobbing, she could only plead for it to be a lie.

"-lesa"

This couldn't be happening! She was so careful! What had she missed? How had she let him get so brittle? Why hadn't she noticed? Why-

"Elise!"

\\//

Elesa awoke to the smell of blood and was immediately terrified. She felt her hands, which she'd been so sure were digging into rocky dirt, were actually digging into the flesh of Emmet's arm. His left arm!

Still shaken from the dream, Elesa looked past the little trickles of blood her nails had caused from gouging into his arm, past the pained smile, straight to his eyes. His eyes, so full of life.

"Elise, I am Emmet. I am here." His right hand found her cheek, holding her gently as a pokeball upon handing it over at a pokemon center. His use of that nickname, the one he saved for when she was incognito with a "boyfriend", it felt so tender. It was a name only Emmet called her, as Ingo claimed Elle long ago. Separate nicknames to help her tell them apart back when she'd mix up their voices.

"Shift. Please, I-" Elesa grabbed his wrist tightly with her bloodied hand, a chill piercing through her center. Getting the air to form a full sentence felt near impossible. "-I have to. I have to see."

Emmet looked ready to say something, but folded at her pleading gaze. He shifted into a knife, pristine save for that small notch by the base. Fear enveloped her so bad that her trembling hand dropped him. Flashes of the dream plagued her mind again as the terrible snap played in her ear. But it wasn't real.

"You drop Emmet? You drop Emmet like trash?" Emmet said, the reflection of the blade showing a teasing grin as he quoted one of her favorite memes. "Jail, jail for Elesa for a thousand years!"

Elesa let out a loud laugh despite the trembling hand that came up to hide her following giggles. It was all too much. Relief and laughter only added to the pile of panic her terrors had left her buried in. Even as she laughed, edging on hysteria, nothing was ok.

A hug enveloped her, soul pressing to hers, one not cracked, one still whole, one she hadn't ruined (yet), Emmet, he was still Emmet-

A small zap came through the resonance, bringing her thoughts back around. She felt the panic halve as Emmet helped bear the weight of the emotions. She saw the strain on his smile, a testament to how bad it was. "Stop. Follow safety protocol."

They just took deep breaths together for a while until the dream faded a bit from memory.

"Are you ok?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Good. Help me wake up Ingo."

\\//

Ingo clung to his brother. Emmet felt lifeless despite the beating heart Ingo could feel plainly through the hug. Despite being pressed close, he'd never felt further away from his twin as he did now.

There was no movement, no sound save for even breaths that belied no emotion. Emmet felt empty. Empty and missing an arm. As happy as he was to see that shifting meant that his wound was fully healed, that hurt too.

Emmet's dominant arm was gone. His left arm, the one that Ingo's handle was molded around. He couldn't shift and have Emmet hold him in the futile hope of igniting some spark of personality back inside him. Surely, Ingo knew it wouldn't help if the empty husk wouldn't even return his hugs. But now he couldn't be certain.

Time passed in a blur. Elesa was gone, not even trying to console him after what she'd- what they both allowed to happen. Ingo tried not to blame her. But some level of spite remained, allowing him to not go looking for her.

If Elesa wanted space, she could have Almighty Sinnoh's entire domain. Ingo was staying by Emmet. They would not be uncoupled, even if his twin's train was impossibly derailed. He'd keep hope. He had to.

Every day was a routine of dressing and feeding Emmet. Sometimes he could act as if on autopilot, cleaning up as part of their routine. Each time he did, Ingo had such hope that something would come back. His own memories had recovered in time, why couldn't his brother…

It wasn't the same. His soul was damaged.

"Do you understand?"

"What!?" Ingo turned, no longer seeing the walls of his home, but instead a white expanse filled with black, billowing smoke.

"Heed this warning." The voice spoke somewhere else, but the black obscured everything. "Thou art not invincible. Push not past your 'safety protocols'."

"Who are you!?" Ingo yelled, looking everywhere he could. "Where is Emmet!?!"

"Seek balance. Hear his truth and share thy ideals. A trio is the best combination if run properly." The voice came from everywhere at once. "Be well, Ingo."

Before he could respond, Ingo felt a pull on his very essence. Ah, so it was all a-

\\//

Ingo awoke with a start. He felt a familiar knife in his hand and a warmth in his other. Emmet was in one piece and Elesa was there. He just breathed deep, taking in the truth he could feel.

Joining their worried resonance was second nature. He was sure the emotions would come back to haunt him the moment he was alone to overthink it all. But for the moment, he just let himself be pulled into a hug as tears threatened to fall from his eyes in a mix of grief and gratitude.

.

A little ways away, a retreating dark type glanced back and caught the gaze of the younger twin. The unbridled hatred in his stare sent a shiver through the pokemon's smokey form.

Darkrai still hoped their team would heed its warning. It sure wouldn't be trying that again anywhere near the terrifyingly protective human. There was no hope of him understanding that Darkrai was acting to protect them all. And that's ok.

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ooooooh prompt meme yes please. might i suggest 🔪💞? perhaps bonding with or even meeting their starters? (i also have the image of a crackfic in my head of eelektross -or worse, chandulere - trying to hold their trainers in knife form which may or may not make its way to your ask box depending when my hands decide to start working again and i can draw it)

Answrs, please don't push yourself as your safety is most important and hands are fragile things! But my goodness even you just considering drawing a thing for my AU? I'm honored!!

So here you go!

(fluffy fluff with the tiniest hurt/comfort moment and a happy end, also I gave them two dads)

"Ingo, Emmet, come down here please?" Their papa called up to the twins.

"All aboard!" Ingo responded seconds after, indicating they were on their way after picking up some of their train toys. Wouldn't want any of them stepped on!

When they ran down the stairs in a mess of giggles over some softly spoken train pun, their parents smiled. The twins got along so well, it was a blessing. It was unfair to say they acted "mature for their age", it was just that they had enough outlets for their boundless energy and understood the rules of their home. Still, for these reasons, it was obvious the two could handle bonding with a pokemon.

Their dad stood up, clapping his hands before theatrically spreading them over the three pokeballs set on the table. "Well, boys, your papa and I think you're ready to meet a new forever friend."

"REALLY!?" Ingo yelled, mumbling a soft apology when Emmet flinched beside him.

"There's three." Emmet pointed out, recovering fast to share in the excitement, even if it didn't show through in his tone. The way he bounced was telling enough.

"All great champions and their rivals get a choice of three." Their papa walked over, ignoring their dad's goofy pose in favor of releasing all three pokemon. "Tynamo, Klink, or Litwick?"

Ingo locked eyes with the litwick, reaching out for the little candle without a word. It jumped into his arms and that was that.

"What happens to the third?" Emmet asked, looking between the remaining two. The weight of the decision had him almost tearing up.

"Honey, it's ok. You two get to share the third. It'll still be loved." Their papa knelt to give him a quick reassuring hug.

"Oh." Emmet said, nodding and failing to hide the way he wiped away a stray tear. "Then I choose Tynamo."

The little eel flew over and settled on his head the moment he said its name, choosing him as well.

"Do you hear that, Klink? This means both our boys want you!" Their dad gave the little gear pokemon a nudge and it floated between the twins, soon receiving a big hug sandwiched between them both.

...

"Hey, Ingo?" Emmet asked later, shifting into his knife form so his twin could hold him up to one ear and be the only one to hear the secret. "We chose different types."

"There was no overlap in types for our starter options."

"I know!" Ingo could sense the frustration Emmet was having against his words. "That's the point! We're not gonna match!"

"Em-"

"Your soul is already warm."

Ingo blinked, turning to the candle pokemon on his shoulder. It's true that they were partners at first sight and he hugged the pokemon almost constantly, but... Had he already attuned with the fire type? Could that really happen that fast? He didn't doubt Emmet, though.

Before Ingo could respond, his brother's tynamo booped the hand holding Emmet. Emmet shifted back, giving the eel careful little pets, obviously forgetting the conversation for a moment.

"You'll probably attune to Electric types soon." He watched Emmet stiffen and couldn't understand. It was a happy thing, a way of letting your soul grow and experience the world a little more like the pokemon you bond with.

"I don't want that!" The air felt just a bit charged, which only made Emmet more upset.

"Litwiii." Litwick surprised them both by jumping into Emmet's arms and trying to give him a hug.

"I'd miss you." Emmet mumbled, hugging the candle pokemon while his Tynamo pressed against the side of his cheek. It all finally clicked.

Of course, most people who attuned to a type of pokemon could naturally find their way into gyms or communities of similar souls. It meant similar interests and experience of the world. Also, weapon-shifters typically paired up with meisters of the same attunement. Typically gym leaders. Who could be entire cities apart. Oh.

"I still want to work on trains." Ingo said, lightly bonking his forehead to Emmet's. "If that's still your destination, you won't have to miss me or Litwick at all!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Good! Because I want these two to evolve together!"

"That's a long time away!"

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Nimbasa Resonance AU

Volo and Black Blood (WIP)

Shout out to @dragonthief2991 for the idea!! Sorry this has taken so long!

Ok so the more I think on it, the more I want to drag Volo in as the villain. Because of course. But also:

I've committed to the whole "wisps are what's causing the frenzies". And guess who HAS A SPIRITOMB! It would make sense, then, if Volo's spiritomb played some role in this whole fiasco.

Volo, in an effort to deny Akari the chance to meet Arceus, has Giratina send away the wisps they'd yet to find.

It was only meant to be a spiteful thing, but he soon noticed something strange

The wisps, when charged up by the rifts, could cause pokemon to enter frenzied states similar to the nobles.

Most of the wisps ended up sent to different time periods by the time he realized the potential there...

But Volo had the next best thing: his Spiritomb

He's able to cause pokemon to enter frenzied states at will and conspires to cause enough of a problem that Arceus is forced to interfere.

His spiritomb loses rift energy steadily, so he must jump around in time frequently to continue the plan? (I might need to workshop his plan)

Anyways!!!

Giratina Blood!!!

The Renegade Pokemon somehow infects Ingo with its blood during his time in Hisui.

(hey how much would it hurt if MC not only had to fight Volo but then fought Ingo's full team too because Giratina was controlling him?)

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Giratina is defeated, and the blood lays dormant in Ingo, only surfacing in times of desperate need with the promise of strength at the cost of self-restraint.

Ingo refers to it as Giratina Blood.

Emmet and Elesa later settle on Distortion Blood or Dis-Blood (half as a joke)

Use of the blood allows a user access to offensive pokemon moves. Very useful for difficult battles.

However, it also gives the user a taste for violence that quickly grows and spreads through any who resonate with them.

Ingo can use the blood and rift energy to time hop? So Volo tries to get the blood to take him over with teasing?

I lost my train of thought.

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And down the rabbit hole I go...

More Nimbasa Resonance Ideas: Will of Blades

(A slight nod to the Will of Nakastukasa, the coolest deer. Revamped a lot, you don't need to know anything soul eater for this)

Warning for talk of blood. I'll make this an actual fic later

(now that i know how to fix the angst, stabby scene is canon now. I'm still finalizing my thoughts on black blood, so that's next)

Emmet and Ingo come from a long line of knife shifters

Knife shifters are special, as they are always born as twins that can shift shortly after birth.

Unlike weapon shifters that came later, Knife shifters were a gift by Arceus to ancient Unovans.

They were a gift of companionship, balance, and kindness.

A knife is a tool of great importance, and this meant these twins could always offer one to those they trusted.

Emmet and Ingo's souls each holds the Will of Blades. It takes the form of a monochromatic Arceus.

To those who seek violence, the Will shares memories of pain and betrayal by blades wielded violently without their consent.

To those who seek help and guidance, it will judge their character. If found worthy, it may grant the twins power to shift into other tools.

After a very difficult fight that put the trio on the precipice of breaking, Elesa's attempts to resonate lead her to meet the Will of Blades.

The twins fuse with the Will, questioning what she believes blades are for.

Despair manifests as blood dripping from her hands, even as she refuses to speak.

"That's truly how you feel about us?"

That pushes her forward, wrapping her arms around both of them, shaking her head.

"We love you. But you do not know our purpose."

Elesa has to try a second time, but in the interim, she continues modeling and notices someone sewing some new clothes.

The person uses scissors, the sharp part on a serger, and little clippers during the process.

Elesa faces the Will of Blades a second time with confidence. No wonder it came in the shape of Arceus.

"The purpose of blades is creation. Creation of clothing, of new foods, new art, new things from the pieces of a whole!"

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dunno if you're interested in playing with the idea, but ever since reading (and now re-re-reading :p) your soul eater au, the idea hasn't left my mind. that a broken tool, if not useless and better off replaced, is more dangerous to its wielder than the opponent, and oh how after falling Ingo feels very broken indeed (broken memories = broken self = broken soul...) and he knows they don't feel that way but he dreads to hurt them like that even as closing himself off hurts them in a differnt way

@answrs

Oooo that is a really fun idea to play with!

(My thoughts got long pardon me)

Ironically, I feel like Ingo would have less damage to his blade and much more on his hilt. His base and his connection to others is where the damage lies. Like his ability as a tool isn't in question, but wielding him isn't comfortable and might give blisters or splinters.

Though I do also have that whole plot of him shifting to help Akari stop falling down a cliff. I feel like he's gained at least one chip from that experience, but it's worth it. He'd refuse to regret something like that.

I really like the idea, though I counter it with: Ingo took damage physically in Hisui, but his soul was strong, his spirit mostly undamaged. His blade, his purpose, was lost for most of his time there. His hilt shows signs of aging, but a little honing and sharpening with care can make him look brand new- minus the chip at the very top. (Pro-tip: do not jab your kitchen knives into cliffs.)

But Emmet, in the literal other hand, well I've already shown how he treated his soul. I almost imagine he's the one with scratches and chips even despite Elesa's best efforts. He spent more time as a blade, trying his to fulfill his purpose all alone and it made him almost brittle at times.

Side side note I'm mostly going this route because of you saying how a broken tool is dangerous to the user. And pre- to immediately following the Reunion, I mainly think of Emmet as the broken one causing pain and mishaps. (Like Elesa's electric burn scars on her right hand that I should elaborate on some day)

Though thinking farther in the plot... Man, Ingo taking a page out of Emmet's book and not just retreating inwards but cutting the connection entirely? For safety's sake? Because while it didn't bother Ingo at first, resonating with Emmet lets him know just how much his brother hates no longer being a matched set. And he doesn't want to be looked at that way.

Maybe he notices the way Emmet wants that same chip at the top of the blade, but that came from saving someone in blind desperation, it isn't anything one should want! And this unspoken disagreement causes a rift between the brothers at the worst possible time (because I evil :3 ) and maybe that's when I can toss in the black blood idea...

Thank you thank you thank youuu, you've got my brain running down this track again!

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Question! Since you mentioned Emmet had become damaged and a bit brittle due to how much he pushed himself, and how he kept being careless, would it be possible for his blade to snap in one horrible scenario? What would happen to him, then?

What would happen to Ingo and Elesa? Would there be ways to come back from that? Or is it death?

(maybe it's like, a zoroark illusion and he doesn't really snap but i am curious about what it means for a weapon to suffer that kind of damage)

Thank you so much for sharing your stories!

I don't. *Sweeps up pieces of heart off the floor* Ahem, I uh. Don't think there's any coming back from that.

I mean I read all of the original Soul Eater manga back in the day and it was never really addressed what happens if a weapon breaks, from what I can remember. So Imma toss my angsty thoughts below.

Best case scenario, I'd say Emmet loses an arm and a large portion of his soul. I've messed around with the idea that the blade is the inner sense of drive and purpose, while the hilt is the connection to others. With his blade snapped, I think Emmet would be... Unmotivated. He'd need external pressure to do just about anything, even some things necessary for survival.

Now we could go all Tinkerbell winter twin movie spoiler alert twin magic fixes everything, but... I dunno, I couldn't write that. Magical fix or not, I apparently have a limit to how much I want this guy to suffer? (Yet i have no problem cursing him, my heart is an enigma.)

But! Fluffy-rulos, you are a genius! I think a lovely little Zoroark illusion or Darkrai nightmare of it happening would be an absolutely wonderful bit of angst to play with! I'll add it to my list and tag you whenever I write it!

(Also thank you for the question so much!!! I just finished up writing fluff so it was definitely whiplash on my heart, but I always adore angst and an excuse to talk more about my stories :3. )

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(Submission by @medixnight )

Ok so I think asks are disabled?

Anyways here are the ramblings on black blood, they are all different ideas unless specified to connect

- Black Blood may be misguided, Volo keeps on calling it Giratina’s rage and so anyone infected with it reacts with anger and violence. Maybe after collating with other weapons and misters and connections between the past and future reveals that it’s actually Giratina’s grief of being banished by its own creator and sent away from their siblings.

-Consider that Ingo’s infection got worse the more he denies he grieves for this past life in Hisui. As much as he wants to admit he is glad for coming back to Unova, his entire family from Hisui is dead. He sees their descendants, sometimes he even calls them out in different names, but because he is connected to his brother and sister, maybe he closes up the connection at one point because A) he’s worried that they will both judge him for missing the past and B) maybe it’s a reaction mechanism of like not relating to Emmet and Elesa?

-After the scene of blood that awakes Giratina’s blood, concepts of safety might be manipulated and changed between the trio. Emmet, who isn’t infected and hasn’t been sent to the past and if anything the trauma of his brother being gone made him a lot more adamant and obsessed with safety and defense style! Meanwhile, Ingo who is used to attacking Pokémon and defending himself and his loved ones from Hisui, and also saw Volo and how willing he is to attack him and his loved ones, might go more on the offense. (Even his play game style in the canon showcases him preferring to attack first and going on the offensive) The blood becomes a sort of inner voice, maybe a Hisui Ingo? That compels Ingo to use the blood more and more so he can protect Elesa and Emmet! He has the skills, he has seen Pokémon in their worst in Hisui, he knows what Volo is up to, maybe using the blood isn’t a bad thing!

-Connected to earlier, Elesa is caught in the crossroads! When she is with Emmet only, they both go on the defense! And when she is with Ingo only, they both go on the offense! The more the boys become polarized in their fighting approaches, the mor she gets stretched thin, like a tho she is being tugged by both sides. Which leads to drama and a massive need of communication, and also stresses everyone out.

-Then we can consider Emmet and Ingo resonating with each other for the first time after Hisui and the Giratina blood incident and Oof. Oof oof oof. Emmet weilding Ingo starts sensing something that isn’t there before, the blood lust, the offense style, a grief…? meanwhile Ingo weilding Emmet and sense the anxiety and also the lack of blood lust and oh god how Ingo wishes even more than ever that he wasn’t tainted, how Emmet is the one who is going along with their ideals this whole time while he is succumbing

Ok that was some of my instant bunny dust dump, I might send in more later when I think of them during work! Thank you for this opportunity, and I hope you know I love this AU so much!!!!

(oh jeez I didn't notice my asks were turned off!!! Thank you for telling me and making this!!! I like the shift because before the blood incident I played Emmet as the reckless one while Ingo would play protective. Swapping that will be FUN!)

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Here's what I've dubbed the Stabbing Scene.

It's further on in the plot but I'm making it canon.

I was reading the black blood idea and it got me thinking… I know you mentioned that they drew the line at hurting others but, what if? Accidents can happen, there’s always that one moment of oversight that causes a mishap and everything spirals out of control. What if they do end up hurting someone? How would they end up having to cope?

Anon.

Anon I have work I can't-

(tw blood and stabbing and HEAVY angst without much comfort)

Blood, fresh blood. It felt sickening against the blade that was his soul shining forth in the moonlight. Why? Where were their safety checks?

"Elesa. Stop it."

Ingo felt terror blend with the guilt. His blade, which had been on the path toward the annoying, frustrating, terrible pokemon in their way-

"Please!" Emmet sobbed, ripping Ingo out of the anger bleeding through their connection just enough to see that they hadn't hurt their opponent. No, the soul right next to him, the arm he was pierced through-

"EMMET!!" Ingo screamed. The blood and flesh he was covered in was his brother's. The hand that held him finally stopped pressing in, but it was too late. Elesa had broken- no, they BOTH had broken the only vow that mattered. Never draw blood in battle.

"Oh how noble of you. Getting in the way so we can't corrupt your meister any further." A familiar voice practically sang from the sidelines. "But do you really think this is any better?"

Ingo knew that voice. The merchant. The one who Akari said caused all the problems in Hisui.

Volo.

"Elesa, listen. Please." Emmet's soul reached out, but the guilt and pain formed an all but physical wall between them. When that didn't work, he grabbed her arm, the one still piercing his shoulder. "We haven't lost. We can reroute."

"Emmet..." Her voice was ragged from exertion and drained of emotions lost in the turmoil within.

"Trust me." He begged, blinking through the tears. "Like I trust you."

"Do you trust her to make a matching set by stabbing your brother next?" Volo asked, leaning against his frenzied Togekiss with a taunting grin.

"QUIET!!!" Ingo's yell startled everyone as he shifted back, vaulting over his brother to try and reach Volo in a rage. "I'll kill-"

"That's the spirit! Keep that up, won't you?" Just before the blow could land, Volo and his pokemon flew upwards with incredible speed. It was as if they'd never even been there.

Ingo could only crumple to the ground, fixated on the blood that covered his hand and his very soul. He'd never had a desire for murder, but now it sat right alongside the fact that he'd stabbed someone. He could do it again. And that terrified him.

Yet somewhere in his soul, giratina's violent blood granted a counter argument. Just above a whisper. "But Volo deserves it."

All he could do was scream. Scream and wish he had never come ba-

Elesa and the newly bandaged twin sat by him, screaming along in a discordant sort of harmony. It was all they could do, but they'd still do it together.

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*flips table* NIMBASA TRIO SOUL EATER AU

Ingo and Emmet can shift into identical looking knives.

On inspection, Ingo's hilt has indents for left-handed use, and vice versa for Emmet.

This is useful when wielding each other, as Emmet is left-handed and Ingo is right-handed.

Elesa is their meister/technician. As a gym leader she utilizes soul resonance with the twins to calm down frenzied pokemon.

(I don't wanna world build but idk the frenzies are caused by bad soul wisps something something spiritomb?)

It's usually peaceful though so the most they typically shift is when Ingo uses Emmet as a cooking knife.

Emmet jokes that he has a blunt personality because of Ingo.

...

During PLA, Ingo forgets he can shift.

Emmet spends an unhealthy amount of time in knife form. (I headcanon weapons can go without food when they're not human)

It takes a LONG time for Elesa to resonate with Emmet alone, and while they both get hurt a lot in the process, they're both determined.

(Dunno if they get strong enough to time travel or if Ingo just gets back but...)

Either way, reunion occurs in front of a frenzied pokemon and Ingo immediately shifts to be wielded by Emmet so the two can protect people from an attack.

Elesa then resonates with both of them and the calming pulses flood the whole area with a lasting sense of familial love and incredible relief.

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6am brain: Ingo n Emmet have a dad and a genderfluid papa.

Me: All I asked was which pokemon you think the twins started wi-

Brain: theater dad makes poses and their papa's special interest is in competitive battles and they're the best parents ever.

Me: ok... What are their names?

Brain: They don't need names, they're minor side characters! Stay focused!

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*flips two tables* Back by popular demand! Nimbasa Trio Soul Eater AU Reunion Scene!

(No pokemon are hurt beyond status effects. Knife boys are knice boys.) (Continued here)

...

"I like a good challenge! But this is ridiculous!"

"We do seem pretty eevee-nly matched." Elesa agreed, smiling at the mild annoyance she felt through their connection. The puns helped keep her just a bit cocky to match Emmet. Or was it him who raised his confidence to match hers? When they resonated like this it was hard to tell.

Emmet's smile was visible in the glint of the blade she held. Her other hand clenched around-

Nothing.

The sudden pang of grief had them both recoiling at the worst possible moment.

"Dodge!" Emmet's voice cried out as a fireball came at them. She couldn't move fast enough, so she braced herself for the burn.

It never came. The knife in her hand shifted in time to protect her. Emmet's pained grimace broke as he swore harshly. Elesa couldn't see how badly he was hurt with him facing her.

"Emmet!" She held out her arm.

"Verrrry bad timing, Elesa. Get serious!" He clapped a hand to hers, flashing a reassuring grin.

Moving her arm to her side as he shifted, she stared down their opponent with renewed vigor. Static crackled around her and she felt a smile creep onto her lips.

It was different, beautifully so, to only resonate with Emmet. She refused to think on what they'd lost. On who they'd lost. Instead they focused on gratitude.

That was the symphony they played as they moved, slicing through the frenzied Hydreigon's fireballs before they could hit. Occasionally their collected friction allowed them to unleash their own sort of Thunder Wave.

Which would have been great if only the pokemon would stop FLYING!

"Throw me!"

"No!"

"We're getting nowhere! You're tired!"

"It's calmed down some! Weavile be ok!"

"You are the worst!" Ah, he was laughing at that one. It wasn't exactly a joyful one, moreso an incredulous reaction to her joking at a time like this. But Elesa counted it as a win.

And Emmet loved the feeling of winning.

"You're right, though. We have to get closer and finish this fast!" Elesa changed course from dodging in a circle around the dragon type to running straight at it.

"All Aboard!" They yelled in unison, jumping high into the air and latching onto the pokemon as it tried to take flight. The static electricity finally hit, paralyzing the huge Hydreigon.

Except it failed to use fly. And they were right under its massive size as it began to fall.

Emmet felt the idea before it happened and tried to voice his opposition, but couldn't. He hated the irony of her only NOW listening to him.

Before the pokemon could complete its inadvertent body slam onto them, Elesa threw Emmet to safety.

"ELESA!" He screamed out as his soul felt the connection snap. He shifted to human form and cut his hands and shoes on the concrete fighting the momentum of her throw.

His burnt back screamed in agony and he felt so deathly alone. She was only knocked out, but in his panic he couldn't sense her soul. Not again. Not again!!

As he crawled forward, the huge Hydreigon twitched and opened its fiery eyes again. Despite the crackling electricity around it, the pokemon opened its maw and readied an attack at him.

Emmet refused to blink as the bright light and heat got closer and closer. He refused to go out weakly.

But then he was yanked out of the way. Everything looked so dark after staring straight into a flamethrower attack. He thought he was seeing things.

But his soul knew. He grabbed his twin's hand, the one his weapon form was built for. Without words, they conveyed the situation.

Ingo shot a hand out, tipping his hat with the other. The knife in his hand pointed straight at the frenzied dragon.

"Bravo! You have made it very far! However, this is your stop!" Ingo yelled before running toward the opponent at an angle, drawing its attention away from Elesa.

His quick jumps and speedy turns kept him from the worst of the burns as they tried to wear out the pokemon's stamina.

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Inside, Ingo tread carefully into the familiar soul space. It was a train car, speeding along some vast darkness. He could vaguely remember it being brighter.

A shape in the darkness shifted, backing away from him.

"Emmet."

"You won't like it." The shape said in that empty tone he recognized so well.

"What?"

"I've made a mess." Ingo wished he could see his brother's face. He expressed through body language where words failed, and words were certainly failing.

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Ingo gave up on trying to resonate, deciding the best course was to steam ahead until the frenzy wore off. He had a lot of endurance thanks to his time in Hisui.

His time in Hisui told him that time wasn't going to quell the frenzy, but he ignored that.

"Ingo, Emmet!"

Ingo dodged a fireball, changing tracks. He felt both his and Emmet's souls leap in relief as they ran to their meister, their friend, their sister!

It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't experienced once in Hisui. But it was so familiar and instinctive, it felt like home. A small smile shone in the knife in Elesa's left hand while a brilliant smile shone mirrored to the right.

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Elesa danced into the soul train, lights shining on her like spotlights. As she reached out a hand, Emmet stood and joined her.

Ingo saw his brother was in a wrinkled suit. His cheeks had heavy tear stains and he looked tired beyond words, but he still glided along in a silent dance with her.

As she held out the other hand, Ingo held her hand and twirled beneath it, striking a pose beside her. He mirrored his brother's stance perfectly.

///

Relief. Relief, belonging, love beyond measure, a sense of home, a sense of safety, and a warm hope for the future all blossomed forth from their trio of souls. It spread like an unseen wave of goodwill, crashing into the frenzied pokemon and far, far beyond.

The glow around the pokemon shattered in a burst of yellow, briefly lighting up the night sky like stars.

The quelled pokemon nodded its thanks and curled up to take a nap.

"Haha! We won!" Emmet was the first to break the silence. It eased the worries for about three seconds before he passed out from his injuries, caught by both Elesa and his brother.

As they eased him down against a nearby wall, Ingo noted Elesa also making pained noises. Despite her best efforts to suppress them, they were obvious.

Careful not to agitate either of their injuries, Ingo sat between the both of them, allowing them both to lean against him.

"Bravo, Elesa. Bravo, Emmet." He gave them little side hugs after saying each of their names. "You're both so very strong."

"Don't think you're getting out of an explanation." Elesa warned, though it wasn't very forceful with the exhaustion finally hitting her all at once.

"I wouldn't even klink about it."

"I hate you both." Emmet groaned out softly, but his gentle smile as his breathing evened out again told the opposite.

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Nimbasa Trio Soul Eater AU soul talk!

(aka me putting metaphors inside of metaphors because I cannot be stopped. Angst free!)

Ingo

His soul is a brilliant white that naturally casts him in shade.

If resonated with, his inner sanctum is a train car with windows that only serve as large lights. You cannot see out of them.

This is slightly unnerving because the train feels like it is headed upwards. Not steeply, but always uphill.

In the many lights, he casts a lot of shadows.

For all the slight weirdness, entering the train car gives the dream-like impression that it's headed somewhere better. That excitement of going on a vacation or a journey.

It's warm. Comfortably warm in both a sense of heat and warm in a welcoming way.

Emmet

His soul is dark but illuminated, like a thunderstorm, like a rainy walk home by a flickering streetlight, like a phone screen in the dead of night.

Resonating with him opens the door to a dark train car that occasionally passes by lamps or lit billboards. The only reliable light comes from the electronics he has on him.

Even with the view of the tunnel outside, it takes a while to notice that the train is always descending ever so slightly.

Entering the train car gives the vague impression of indifference or slight impatience. It can be off-putting.

The car is cold. Not enough to be chilly or shiver, but enough to want something. It's cold in a lonely sense too.

(Emmet wants other people around, but tries to deny this. The complicated emotions make his soul tough to resonate with even before the split)

Elesa

Electric-attuned soul thanks to her pokemon

Resonance with Ingo recontextualizes the bright windows as photo lights.

The train car can expand into a catwalk, lights dimming or flickering like cameras.

She'll take Ingo along, having him follow her poses, sharing the limelight with him in a way that doesn't make him feel nervous. Sharing her world with him.

Resonance with Emmet brings the power back on in his train car.

That means light, heat, and music. Whatever song is currently stuck in her head is now his problem too.

Thankfully they have similar taste in music.

Two words: Dance Parties.

When they resonate, they dance. The pace depends on the music and how they're feeling, but it's usually like absolute idiots.

With both:

The train car follows level ground. The sights outside showcase places any of them remember fondly (this includes the subway tunnels)

It feels like home.

She likes twirling them around, dancing, and stopping to pose.

Also trio dances. Choreographed routines. Over the top mushy dances that end in giggles. Internet dances. Acting out music videos.

Just. Fun. Having fun. They blend everything they have and enjoy with an unbreakable trust that carries them ever onward.

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Ok one more for the road!

Nimbasa Trio Soul Eater AU worldbuilding bullet points:

(it got long... I'm not a concise person.)

Tell me if you want a drabble on any point made below or have any questions. It's all my brain can focus on right now, apparently.

Basics:

Gym Leaders play the role of local defenders as per usual. They typically attune to one type of pokemon, allowing their soul to take on small aspects of them over time.

Weapon Shifters are a bit of an enigma. Some claim it comes from attuning with steel types, but that's a guess. Whatever the case, they have the rare ability to resonate with a powerful soul when held. They come in endless forms.

Frenzied pokemon can pop up anywhere, but they can be dealt with either by tiring them out or having a meister-weapon pair* resonate with enough positive emotions to quell it. It is a duty shared by anyone with pokemon or shifting ability to deal with the issues and keep things safe.

*or trio

Elesa

Grew up just wanting to be a model alongside cute pokemon

Was part of a crowd that a frenzied pokemon attacked while in her teens. As the only one with a pokemon, she pushed to the front to try and protect everyone.

It didn't do much, but she did stall long enough for two twins to burst onto the scene

The way they swapped forms in complete sync in order to dodge the attacks felt like a work of art. It inspired a new dream in her, to showcase both beauty and power.

She didn't see the end of the fight as the crowd was rushed to safety.

Worked towards becoming an electric-type gym leader.

As her soul attuned to electricity, she found herself able to control hair frizz not only in herself but others as well. Bad hair day? Go see Elesa.

Later met the twins after one of her first modeling events and shocked everyone around by asking for THEIR autographs

Became fast friends with the twins, but the idea of them needing a meister never crossed any of their minds.

Tried her hand at being a meister with another weapon shifter, but couldn't resonate well despite their best efforts.

During one difficult frenzy that involved many people, she found herself synchronized with her friends and before she knew it, they were resonating!

Keeps very busy with her multiple jobs but loves every moment of it.

Resonance with both twins: can use a move similar to Volt Switch, completely changing course mid-stride. Very fast and balanced emotionally.

Resonance with just Emmet: Can collect friction while running to unleash a static shock similar to Thunderwave. Smug, wild grinned pun master who is much more reckless and self-sacrificial.

Resonance with just Ingo: can momentarily make their resonating souls solid, acting as the move Protect. Somewhat more reserved and patient, yet will loudly compliment friend and foe alike.

Emmet & Ingo

Utility (Kitchen) Knife Weapon Shifters. Ingo's hilt is white and Emmet's is black. (Compliments the outfit of the other)

While they are liable to threaten, their blades have never drawn blood. (Careless nicks while cutting veggies don't count.)

Yes they've put themselves into the dishwasher before. Ingo has sworn Emmet to silence on the exact number of times.

Could shift since birth, grew up thinking it was normal.

Fell in love with trains and pokemon battling from a young age.

Pretended to be bisharps a lot.

Only considered using their shifting abilities when they saw a frenzied pokemon nearly derail a train.

Learned to resonate with one another at a young age. Not strong enough to quell a frenzy, but enough to run dizzying circles around any enemy.

Didn't really recall that one girl they saved during that one frenzy attack, so having a MODEL ask for THEIR autograph years later? Ingo nearly fainted.

Ingo had such a big squish on Elesa he had to Contemplate things. (It turns out he just knew she was a perfect soul to resonate with)

Emmet got a little obsessed with battling her. To the point he'd get a little sad on days they couldn't battle. (Their combined excitement during pokemon battles kept aaaalmost making them resonate and it was an addictive feeling)

Common knowledge said meisters could only handle one weapon, so it went without saying that neither could be her weapon.

At least until one difficult fight. They worked together as a team and when they realized "wait. The three of us are resonating!" the resulting relief and joy that exploded out quelled the frenzied pokemon.

They work as Subway Masters, and this sometimes means one will arrive late when Elesa needs them. They trust that her team is strong enough to delay until they can both arrive.

Both are very protective of Elesa, but trust her immensely. If she doesn't say to take the blow for her, they don't.

(This changes after Ingo disappears. Emmet refuses to lose her as well.)

Ingo can sleep in his knife form. Emmet cannot.