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(( Aww, no, Starr, don't take that as a criticism. :( )) Nate shifted, not sure what to make of Starr's response. She seemed really bothered about something. "Yeah," he said. "It's fucking weird, having all these pokémon around, but they're really not. Or at least not like they are at home." He...

"I mean, I know it's weird and all, since he's, like, your twin, sort of. And obviously we don't even know what kinda shit he actually did because he wanted to, and he was pretending to be your dad, and that's pretty fucked up, but..." Nate sighed and looked away. "I don't know. He's had a real...

Damn. This really was going to be a no sell, wasn't it? Nate strongly considered breaking things off here, heading off to visit Silver right now and never mentioning this stupid idea to anyone else ever again. Hell, he didn't even know if Silver would be at all interested; not like he'd asked or...

Don't... don't fight. Bad things happened, but fighting about who made them happen will only make things worse. And don't say bad things about Vix. She did her best. She didn't want anybody to get hurt, either. I'm sorry. I'll try to come back... soon.

"Oh, for sure. Those goddamn cells ain't never been able to hold nobody who really wanted to get out. Remember fucking Karat?" What a fucking shitshow that had been. And then he'd fucking told Chip to move the fucking mewtwo somewhere else, and then what the fuck had happened? The busted mewtwo...

It's not your fault, Mellow. We all really wanted to go. And Puddle's right! We were being safe! How were we supposed to know anybody would be able to attack us from that far away? Don't give me that shit, I know you had a ton of people telling you it was a stupid idea. It's not! It...

Bring it, you fucks. I ain't had the chance to properly kick the shit out of nobody in ages. Just ignore him. He always does this when he's mad. He's not going to hurt me. Wanna bet? You ain't seen how pissed I can get when your stupid ass gets somebody killed. I bet he's so mad he's...

Uggh... What happened? Where's Raven? And Vix? And Deoxys and everybody? Oh, finally awake, asshole? I hope you're ready for the biggest fucking lecture of your life. As soon as you touch down again you'd better start running for your fucking life, because whatever the death beam thing was...

(( "The universe just refused to give her anyone that it was okay to hate." Nate feels that so hard, haha. )) That was the real fucking question, wasn't it? "I dunno that anybody can ever really be sure," he said. "When all the shit was going down at Destiny Tower and S'more was running around...

Oh, this was going to go... well. "Yeah. I mean, but. What shit did he actually pull? Seems like there's a fuckton of mind control going on around here these days." Nate started to reach for his gills, then made himself stop. Really needed to cut that habit. "Hell, I bet if you asked the guy...

"Suicide strat, huh? Yeah, that sounds like a Team Spectrum thing." Nate smirked. He must have missed that match. Too much fucking business, lately. "A lot of interesting pairs with those, er, Omen Heroes. Sounds like a fun challenge. And I hear you about the outlet thing." For Starr, it sounded...

Sounds like it's time to visit Paradise! Nate will investigate the big pokémon situation with the residents there. When did the embiggenings start, and when did they end (unless they're ongoing)? Which pokémon got turned big, and where did the incidents happen? What were the pokémon doing when...

"Oh, yeah?" Shit, Nate ought to do that, too. Everyone had been so busy with spy bullshit that it felt like ages since he'd actually been able to sit down and watch a proper match. He climbed onto one of the low cushions arrayed around the common area, and from there onto the footstool, and...

It was fucking weird being in a house with, like, a fucking roommate again. Rocky didn't really count; Nate could always tell where he was, if he concentrated, and get a vague idea of what he was up to. It wasn't like he'd ever walk in on an awkward situation, and as annoying as the familiar...

Everything went light, and then dark when Rocky's protect broke. When he woke up he was already falling back to Cibus, tumbling end over end through sparse atmosphere. Wait, what happened? Where was--? Rocky tried to slow his fall and extend a bit of ectoplasm, but it felt hard--it felt really...

Rocky's eyes glowed with excitement as the beam fired, and he put up a protect shield around himself and Deoxys as fast as he could. It was too bad he wasn't able to bring his item bag with him--he really wanted to see what would happen if an eternatus egg got hit with energy like that. Would it...

You know that'll make Diyem really cranky, though. Can he even bring you back if we don't get energy from the Tree again? I don't think he wants to do that again, after what happened last time... Rocky's ectoplasm rippled. Well, if you're sure you want to stay, I can stay, too! Then I can just...

- Wh--is that Rocky? What are you assholes doing? - Hi, Mudkip! I'm in space! It's really fun! - "Really fun," what are you--you're about to get fucking incinerated! - No, it's really fun! You worry too much!

It's not just my protect. It's your wax and your orbs, too! That's why we need you to come with us, in case I can't do it by myself. You can't do it by yourself, either!

There's something charging up on the surface of the moon! I think it's going to shoot at us! Rocky thought at the others. More of his ectoplasm oozed from the bag, until he could form a torso and an arm with which to grip Deoxys' shoulder. Vix was out coating everyone in wax. What do you mean...