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Rocky watched the parasite eagerly as it nudged the ultra stone back and forth, but frowned when it ultimately turned away again. "Aww. Well, maybe I could go in there instead? I guess I don't know what I would really do." He looked thoughtfully into the chamber. "See if you can get Xernatus on...

Nate relaxed when Maple burst back out of the shadows, but he stayed where he was, staring down at the arena. Yup, exactly. He hadn't doubted that Diyem wasn't trying to get rid of Maple. Much. Not for more than a couple seconds, anyway. "Wants witnesses, probably," he said with a glance back...

It was... it was probably still okay. Diyem wouldn't have been able to tell anyone ahead of time what he planned to do, or he wouldn't have been able to get Maple where he needed her. Right? Nate stood up himself and leaned out over the railing, clutching it hard. It wasn't like he could make...

"Okay," Rocky said brightly. He produced an ultra stone from his bag and held it out to Chip. "Do you still have more of these somewhere? This is almost the last one that Marshtomp has. He'd probably like a few more if you have any left. They're pretty handy!" Meanwhile, Nate nodded along with...

"I dunno," Nate grumbled. "But I figure we want to at least start by not being a dick about it." He shot the mightyena a glare, then moved up closer to the parasites. Up close they, really looked pretty unappealing, didn't they? Especially the big oozy guy. "Have you seen any difference between...

The walk to Chip's lab from Rocky Road was a long one, and Nate was out of breath well before he made it to the set of stairs that led down under Arceus' hill. He hadn't really been back since the mewtwo broke out of here a couple months ago--the place was looking pretty slick after it had all...

"Here it comes..." Nate murmured, then jumped a little when Owen stood up. He'd been so focused on what was going on down below that he'd forgotten the guy was even there. "I... I think it's okay," he said nervously. It really didn't sound okay, but there was no reason for Diyem to, like, murder...

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"Yeah, same thing he was doing back at the Tree," Nate muttered. Once Diyem got properly set up, Maple was hosed--unless she had a secret up her sleeve, too. What was all his messing around with the hammer, though? What was he hoping to see?

It was probably a mistake to offer Nate any of the popcorn. He ate it automatically and fast, without really paying attention, and looked like he might go through the entire bag if not stopped. "Whass that?" he muttered mushily, squinting up at one of the battle screens. The air sparked and...

Nate leaned forward in his seat, frowning down at the arena. Diyem sure didn't seem like he was fighting for real just now, or maybe not yet. Whether Maple realized it or not, he had a feeling she was getting the inspection from Diyem she'd been so reluctant to agree to earlier. Hopefully he'd...

Rocky perked up again when Starr suggested they could practice their fire moves. "I'm the best at fire moves!" he said brightly. "I can't make mine too hot, though. I guess maybe because my fire isn't real fire. But I bet I can get a lot better at it!" The familiar's eyes glowed smugly. That...

Rocky brightened a bit at that. "That's good! I'm glad you haven't just been fighting all the time. But..." The familiar hunched nervously again, "Maybe we could hang out sometimes, too? We could even do battling if you wanted. I like fighting." Nate was busy trying to teleport out of there...

"Well, that's good," Nate said. "I heard about the kicking ass thing and all. Got a real win streak going, don't you?" "But you're barely ever here," Rocky said, rubbing his hands slowly together, his ears drooping. "Don't you need to rest sometimes, too? I miss you. And it makes me worried."...

For some reason Nate bristled at Silver's casual remark that Karat was a mutant hybrid freak. It's not like he was wrong, exactly, but Jesus. "Dunno if you count as normal, since you're human and all. Which I guess means you're supposed to be, like, stronger than the other mewtwo, right? Once...

Nate gripped his beer tight, stung by Silver's disapproval. What, you think you're fucking better than me? "Yeah, that's got to suck," he managed to get out. "I guess, even if you can't fight against it straight up, there's still ways you could help out. Hell, even just training with the team...

"Oh, for real?" Nate said. "Guess it worked out just fine for you two, anyhow. I stole my first pokémon, too." Wait. That was a fucking weird thing to be, like, bonding over or whatever the fuck, was it? Nate to a swig of beer to cover his cringe. So Silver had started training five years ago...

Therapy? Nate's mind went immediately to Diyem's torture-therapy he'd gotten from the Overseers. It had to be a coincidence, right? Silver had just chosen to use that word. And there was no reason for the Overseers to fuck around with some random mewtwo. It had to be something else. But Silver...

Nate's stomach gave a sick lurch. "Shit, really?" he said. "I thought that Mewtwo had always been like that. Like Giovanni made him to be that way from the start."