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"What the fuck?" Nate stared hard at the underside of the pile of blankets. "Jesus, man, when you said 'therapy' I was thinking, like, with a shrink and all, not some kind of fucking deprogramming bullshit. And, I mean, okay, that seemed kinda silly, but I didn't think there was no like torture...

Nate blinked at the brief flicker of flame from under the covers, but it was gone before he could make sense of what he was seeing. So Diyem had... died? "Oh. Uh, well, you got better, I guess?"

Nate laughed. "Yeah, figured it was something like that." Well. It wasn't actually very funny, was it? He prodded at the tile a moment, thinking. "Sorry for asking dumb questions, but we ain't really got a Dark Matter in my world. At least, I hope not. So I don't really get it. But you can't...

Nate smiled at the cranky growl that came down from the bed overhead. Well, sure sounded like he was in the right place. "Surprised I caught you on your own. Looks like you had pretty much the entire team coming through here to say hi. That's gotta suck, huh, so many people being all happy to...

Silver still hadn't left the infirmary, although by this point Nate figured they surely must have, like, propped him up against the wall in a corner or some shit. The guy wasn't exactly doing much, after all, and there wasn't anything wrong with him as far as anyone could tell. With all the...

"Oh, that's fine, we ain't in no ru--" "Thanks, Starr! Good to see you, bye!" Rocky said loudly, making an exaggerated show of walking away. Nate was perfectly happy to let the dipshit go on his way, but a psychic tug behind his temples made him start with alarm. What the fuck, the guy wasn't...

"Oh, Lance! Yeah, he was Champion before Red and Blue. Not that long ago, like ten years ago or so." Nate rubbed pensively at his gills. "Actually, huh. Giovanni's still head of Team Rocket in your world, Lance is still Kanto champion... maybe your world is, like, just a little behind mine...

Traveling around a lot, never spending much time in one place... Made sense if you were defecting from Rocket, especially if you were someone as high-profile as Starr. Nate probably had the same deal to look forward to if he ever got back home. At least it sounded like she and her team were...

Quick reminder that we are now at one week to the contest deadline, and I don't anticipate any further extensions. We've received a few entries already... To everyone still writing, editing, or even thinking about how to start, good luck!

Happy birthday! Hope you've been having a great day (or will have one tomorrow? what are time zones). May the next year treat you well!

Nate tilted his head as he listened listened to Starr going on about her team, each one of them in turn. It was always great to hear people talk about their pokémon, the details they shared, the way they smiled when they talked about them, with their eyes going all distant. If they were good...

Raichu and feraligatr, huh? Shit, if he'd had to get turned into a water-type, and a water-type starter at that, why couldn't it have been totodile instead of fucking mudkip? "Water to fire, huh? Damn, that is quite a switch. 'Course, I always thought I was gonna be a dragon trainer as a kid. At...

Fire and lightning, huh? Sounded pretty high-level, although if you were the boss' daughter, that probably gave you access to some pretty good shit. "Sounds badass. And like a handful. Especially those electrics. Always heard they go a mile a minute all the time." What pokémon might that be...

"I was in Saffron the whole time. Nothing real exciting there. Operations kinda shifted over there after Giovanni weren't in charge no more. Always heard Viridian Base was real nice, though. I only visited there... once." Not dwelling on that. On the other hand, "Combat specialist, though, huh...

Nate winced. Yeah, that question had touched a nerve. "Rocky, shut the fuck up. Stop asking shitty questions." "It wasn't a bad question!" Rocky protested, although even he must have realized something was wrong based on Starr's response. The familiar's ears were pinned back defensively, and...

Word doc would be easiest!

She had, huh? Nate's heart was still pounding in his ears, but his panic quickly faded enough for proper embarrassment to set in. Fucking Rocky. And he'd gone and freaked out about it in the middle of the street, God. "Oh, that's... That's good. Uh, congratulations?" "Oh, so you were?" Rocky...

Hey, welcome! Another law student, huh? Seems like we've got quite a few hanging around these parts... Totally understand a slow update schedule, then! Look forward to seeing your fic, and let me know if you need any help getting it posted; it can definitely take some time to get used to the...

Escaped from the Rockets' lair and busted up Viridian good, shit, that sounded a little too familiar. They weren't from the same world somehow, were they? But Starr had said her world didn't have a Silver, and the guy was pretty public, it wasn't like he could have just been some sibling dear...

"Haha, yeah! And we sure as fuck got to do that last round," Nate said, glaring at Rocky. The familiar wasn't looking at him. "Pretty damn satisfying. It ain't really the same, but I pretended we were beating on the boss in the last fight, myself. Ain't never gonna get the chance to do that in...