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Maple was oozing Blacklight, eyes crazed as she rushed towards Eien. Soda'd been right, and Dave knew it. He felt hairs rising all along his back, looking frantically at Koa. This Maple lure had better fucking work, and they'd better be able to get the fuck out of here before it-- Dave's ears...

((please imagine this was posted on turn one)) Dave stared at Diyem and the twisted Xerneas. Why the fuck hadn't anybody stopped this before it happened. At any rate it was too late to preempt it now. He could feel the dark energy in the air intensifying by the moment as Diyem prepared to lay...

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Mia squinted at Rocky. "Is this like Dave's brain problems?" Wh-- dear fucking God. "Yes, we're done here. Mia, we're leaving." "I didn't say anything new. They already know about--" "Goodbye." Dave turned her around with a firm paw on her back and motioned to leave. Why the fuck had he even...

"Well, I'm not exactly eager to just take his fucking word for it." Dave scowled at Rocky. "Anyone else who could confirm Millijoule actually wanted to go back to him?" God, why was he even here still talking about this shit. He had better things to worry about. Like whether Soda was the...

A shade had... what. Well, maybe those were eager to go back to him, for all he knew. Maybe if Squiggly'd met Joule pre-Ultra Stone he'd have been dying to join him. Didn't change that they'd gone and carved out their own identities now, and Joule had no business taking any of them back unless...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Rocky. "So Joule's been able to absorb all of you this whole time and just didn't?" Christ. He didn't really trust Joule with any familiar, ever, but if he'd actually not been trying to reabsorb anyone so far, that was at least a bit reassuring. And apparently that came...

Dave stared at him. Shit. What? What the fuck? "What do you mean, Millijoule decided he wanted to go back to being Joule? And to be clear, who told you he wanted it, because if it was fucking Joule you should not buy that, on principle." Was the fucker just going around murdering familiars...

Any other time he would have just ignored it, but right now the Mudkip's nonsense was just grating. "Look, I'm sorry some people here have things to do other than sit around in the Colosseum. Maybe if you'd..." His brain caught up with what Rocky'd just said. About Joule, breaking cores. He...

Mia looked satisfied by her victory, grinning in her slightly unsettling way as she harmlessly chopped Rocky into pieces. Dave suppressed a shudder as she turned back toward him, expression instantly turned to vague irritation. "You said you wouldn't be here until five." "Yeah. Yeah, I know I...

Mia was at the Colosseum, like she often was, probably with Rocky or somebody. Would Nate be there right now? Whatever. If that guy was going to give him shit right now over his own weird dramatic insistence that he couldn't bear to have Dave in the same room as him, so fucking be it. He headed...

Irritation flared up within him but there was nothing productive to do with it. What would they gain by pressing her on this? Nothing much. They had their answer, as far as why they hadn't rescued Soda's partner went. She'd never wanted or needed rescuing, at least as far as Maple was concerned...

Dave exhaled slowly, knot in his stomach. The worst part was he believed her, and wasn't quite even surprised. It'd always been a little weird, Soda's insistence that he didn't remember his exchange with her after the attack, the speculated brainwashing but not. He might not even have been lying...

Unfortunate sure was a fucking way of putting it. "Right. The way he told it, his world's Arceus was a pretty huge douchebag, and he brainwashed Soda's partner into attacking him. Was there a reason you didn't get her out of there with him? I asked him about that, and why you didn't take down...

“I’ve been thinking about Soda. You know, with him having disappeared and all,” Dave began, watching her carefully for a reaction. “He told me about his past once. Said he joined the God Squad after his world’s Arceus killed him and locked him out of his universe forever, and you revived him...?”

Dave took a deep breath and moved to the front of the group, approaching the ‘Smeargle’, staying well on the other side of her blade. Brisa followed along with him. "Hey. Maple? Got a moment?"

And he was gone. Dave exhaled slowly and realized he was shaking. Fuck. Brisa? he thought. Just talked with Soda. I'm all right. Coming home. Something bumped against him, and he jumped, but it was only Shadow. He'd fucked off when he went to meet with Soda; on the one hand, thank God, but on...

This was it. He was leaving. Soda'd told him a deluge of information, but was still set on his insane fucking world-destruction plan unless they worked something out, fished out of Maple why she hadn't helped him and found a better way. An ultimatum. Did he give a shit about Cibus? Apparently...

Dave squinted at Soda. Was he implying he'd hidden a letter for this weeks-old child god who mirrored everything he saw in some kind of softcore porno magazine? That sure was a detail Luz had tactfully elided from her report. "...Right. Well, sounds like that one's resolved, I guess." The note...

Goddamn it. Had nobody actually gone and snapped Diyem out of his nonsense? Dave shuddered at the thought of trying to fight Maple, in fucked-up even more ludicrous insect dragon form, out of her mind on corruption. Something 'triggering' with Eien...? Everything continued to be a pretzel of...