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"A dancer, huh?" Nate said. "Can't say I've gotten that one before. Specially not as a marshtomp. Swear I'm still about as likely to fall over as get anywhere on these damn legs." "It would be pretty funny to see you dance," Rocky said from his corner. "Yeah, you'd like that." Nate eyed Mergo...

Ah. So that's what this was really about. Nate gripped his glass tighter. Shouldn't have finished that last drink off already. "I was a mudkip, again," he said flatly. "Because someone"--he jerked his head in the direction of Rocky's dimly-glowing eyes--"pissed off a legend and got their ass...

"Alleged by what? By you?" Nate wasn't going to let that one throw him off again. "Deceptive, though, that one hurts. Dunno what would give you that idea."

Nate smirked. "Maybe. You're psychic, ain't you? Don't imagine it's very easy to pull one over on you, except maybe for a dark-type or something. I get the sense you wouldn't have come here in the first place if you weren't up for answering."

"What, you think I ain't been honest with you?" Nate said, unconcerned. He swirled the brandy one last time, then gulped the rest of it down. Setting the empty glass aside, he rested his head on one palm, feeling oddly melancholy. "I don't see what the point of asking anything would be," Rocky...

"I don't believe you," Rocky announced after a second. The familiar folded his arms and looked imperiously down his nose at Mergo. "I don't know why you're scared of telling the truth, but it's stupid." "Hey. Don't antagonize the guy," Nate said. "If you're just going to be a dick, you are...

"Oh, sorry," Nate said. "I was talking to Rocky. You're fine." He gave the mangled brandy bottle a regretful look. Now that was a damn shame. "He's asking if I want to leave because he knows I don't like it when he goes on about how much he hates this place and wants to go home," Rocky said...

Holy shit. The gardevoir was getting intense over there. Nate tried to play things off with a laugh, but it was more of a bitter, bitten off barking sound. Exactly how would he feel if he actually did make it home, after all this heinous shit, and then Diyem dragged him off to some other fucing...

Nate snorted when Mergo went over the Blacklight's tragic backstory. The atmosphere grew more tense from there, though, until the ice in Mergo's glass finally cracked with a snap that made Rocky jump in his seat. In the silence that followed, Nate realized he was staring. Holy shit. This was...

The gardevoir kind of spaced out in the middle of what Nate was saying, and he hesitated, briefly. But whatever, psychic, he was probably meditating or some shit. Nate took the opportunity to top up the gardevoir's glass, then his own. Probably he should slow down a bit... nah. Things were going...

"Okay, you're right. He was being controlled by the Blacklight and all, didn't know what he was doing, blah blah blah. But he ain't got a cuddly backstory like that zoroark, saved a bunch of orphans, liberated some shit, all that. Guy was a bastard long before he showed up on Cibus. Chased the...

"Right, right," Nate said with a dismissive wave. "Well, more like you gotta punch all the Blacklight shit outta them first, or they won't listen to your friendship whatever." "You already knew that," Rocky pointed out. "Lucius told us." "Right." Nate gripped his glass a little tighter. "I'm...

"Thanks," Nate said, and poured himself a glass. He was almost tempted to try one of the fancy ice cubes. Almost. He did have some standards, here. He took a careful sip while the gardevoir went on. "Oh, yeah, I hear you," Nate said. "Don't care much for humans myself. Or the pokémon around...

"Power of hope, huh? I thought it was supposed to be, like, some kind of energy thing. Makes pokémon stronger, makes them stronger when they get turned into a pokémon. That's what Buffet told me, anyhow. Sounds like bullshit to me. As far as I can tell, the humans on our team ain't no stronger...

Nate frowned and leaned back in his seat. "Gotta admit, I ain't exactly paid a lot of attention to Cibus politics. I mean, being here"--he waved a hand around, taking in Destiny Village in general--"well, it's not exactly the kind of place I'd expect to see much pushback against the legends...

"I'm from Cibus!" Rocky said brightly. Nate suppressed an eyeroll. "I mean, my world has pokémon," he said. Were there ones out there that didn't, at all? Now there was a fucking depressing thought. "But outside of Cibus everywhere I've been has had at least regular animals too. Like bugs that...

Rocky laughed. "See? Don't be so grumpy." Nate only folded his arms and scowled. Some joke. Well, whatever. At least he had a better idea of the kind of person he was dealing with. Rocky was chattering away, apparently over his earlier discomfort. A joke at Nate's expense was good for that...

Nate's mouth twisted downwards in a grimace of disgust. "I ain't a monfucker," he said harshly. "Your skirt's safe around me. But if you'd rather stand around staring like a moron, I ain't gonna complain." "No, I-I don't think Mergo meant it like that," Rocky said hastily. "Come on, we're...

"Poison?" Nate forgot himself and tried to raise an eyebrow. Wait. He was still some kind of goddamn... fish thing. "Weird. Feels like I mighta heard something if people were all getting sick left and right." He honestly couldn't tell if the guy was trying to be serious. Hell of a poker face...

Nate was doubtful; if all the gardevoir was looking for was a place to pass the time, it wasn't like Destiny Village had any shortage of them. And they were kind of hard to miss. He looked too lost for that to be the truth, by Nate's estimation. But the marshtomp couldn't help but smirk at that...