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"Oh, so that kind of brother?" Nate said with an unpleasant smirk. "Yeah, I know that kinda deal. But..." He rubbed at his chin, considering. "Ain't nothing we can do about reviving your dad, like definitely not from here. But if it would do you any good to talk to him, we could try that...

Happy birthday, Namo! Hope you have a good day and don't have to do anything retail-adjacent.

"Front row?" Rocky's eyes gleamed, and he bounced excitedly in his seat. "Of course I want to! I love to get to see the fights up close! Maybe Incineroar will even do his ascension thing like you said!" He considered for a moment. "We already saw a couple people be legendary in the colosseum...

"Yeah? Not the kind of conflict you'd need to get experience dealing with if you were gonna be a fucking Overseer. Most battles at the colosseum seem pretty friendly." Nate tapped his empty glass against the table again, distractedly. "But sure. I'll be there." Rocky glanced over from his...

Damn. Well. There was clearly a lot going on there. Why in fuck would Pokéworld even go out of its way to invent a gallows? He tried to imagine some dismayed townsmon trying to deal with a geodude or something, then hastily banished the thought. "Why keep it in your dreams? Go ahead and burn...

Changed into a skeleton, maybe. Well, Seyka seemed to be some kind of immortal (hell of a lot of those Diyem had managed to scrape up, somehow), so presumably any relative of his would still be kicking around. "That's still good, though," Rocky said, nodding sagely. "You have a forgotten...

A new rail line, huh? Somehow that seemed even stranger than all the high-tech nonsense in Destiny Village. No tech wildy kind of shit Nate could understand, and something that felt almost like home was weird, but not so weird, but thinking about, like, a pokémon industrial revolution or...

"Yeah. I dunno much about what wild pokémon get up to in my world, but I'm sure there's some places where they fight for sport, too. Just more dangerous without healing machines and shit." He took a look around the room, thinking. "I guess travel ain't as big a thing for pokémon around here...

Rocky was clearly enjoying his discussion with Luz. Not many things that got him more excited than explosions, or exploring the limits of his weird, gooey body. More power to him, Nate thought. The more friends he could make around here, the better. "Pro battler?" Nate said. "Sure. Not very...

"Well, you wouldn't have to explode through Radiance," Rocky said, flopping forward across the table as though dejected that his idea hadn't immediately interested Brisa. He looked hopefully up at Luz. "I bet we could learn to do explodey things, though. We can use all kinds of attacks!" "The...

"Well, I mean... What did you do before this whole thing with the cult?" Nate asked. He had a feeling something big had changed, and that was why Seyka had ended up wherever exactly he was. Probably there was some reason he couldn't go back. But still. "Ooh, you have another brother?" Rocky's...

"Hmmm." Nate leaned back in the booth, looking contemplative. "Well, it ain't the kind of fighting we do back home, that's for sure. You looking for Colosseum kind of shit, then? Not like how you'd handle a fight for your life, or back in your own world or whatever, without all the Blacklight...

"Well, it sounds like if you killed him, you probably wouldn't have to kill other people, so that'd be a plus," Nate said darkly. Rocky gave Nate an alarmed look. "W-well that's nice," he said. "If he's somebody you wish your brother could be! What kind of random things did you put in him?"

"I wish!" Rocky said. "We should have brought Incineroar with us to do commentary! That would have made everything cooler." He was thoughtfully quiet for a moment. "Maybe he was there after Pop brought all of Cibus in, doing his announcer thing, and we just didn't see him." "Oh, yeah, I go to...

Rocky's eyes brightened when Luz came over to their table. "See?" "Wait," Nate said, but Rocky was already off and running. "Sure! There's plenty of room," he said. "It's been a long time, Luz. What have you been doing? I know Brisa's been fighting a lot in the colosseum. Marshtomp's been to...

Nate had honestly had enough of the X-eye Cauldron for a while, but it was Rocky's turn to pick their lunch spot, and he'd been insistent. "You always want to go to Pasta Plaza, but they don't have funny mushroom burgers." And a mushroom burger was the only thing the guy would hear of today, so...

The shadow mudkip froze when Shadow bent down to peer after him, but the mightyena was only trying to say goodbye. He watched, a bit wistfully, as Shadow headed back to his table. He didn't really understand why the mightyena insisted that he was a nice shadow or that he didn't deserve it when...

Good Christ. More and more alarming. Nate rubbed at his gills. Jesus. What the fuck did you even say? Rocky didn't have a problem with that. "Oh, that would be cool! I'd love to meet him," the infernape chirped. "Well, as long as he is a bit different. Your brother sounds... not very nice."

Nate winced, and Rocky's ears drooped a bit. "Oh," he said. "You're right. That probably wouldn't be a good idea. Who is your familiar, though? I don't think I've ever met them." That was true. Keeping to himself... Well, that at least sounded like it was easier to handle than a lot of the ones...

The shadow mudkip looked like it was about to say something, but instead he simply looked down at the floor. "Okay. Well, I guess I should be going back. Nate probably will want to leave pretty soon." He turned to creep away under the booth, but then paused and looked over his shoulder...