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During the entire exchange, Mew wound up falling asleep. Sighing, Nero levitated them up to plop them on their back. "You're welcome." Of course now was the part where voices were questioning if this was a good thing to do. And he had to fight the urge to scoff at being called hilariously naïve...

Why indeed. He got that question often but there wasn’t a perfect answer. Else he’d have committed it to memory. “I believe people can change,” Nero said. “Even those who are shrouded in shadows can be coaxed with a gentle touch of light.”

So, that was the catch, huh? "Never tell me the odds." Nero walked up to Lee. His cheek bolts whirred rapidly in their sockets. Pink turned to yellow. Yellow to a vibrant gold. Ripples of gold light fanned across Nero's head crests. His beak practically rattled in his head. Yes, his insides...

"Well, I can poke around your spiritual energy to see its relative composition." Nero's glowing parts shifted between pink and silver and a striped combination. "My boss and I... we can use light and Z-Power to mend tears in spiritual energy. It's not the most pleasant process, but it's worth it...

It sounded to Nero like Lee just needed his spirit patched up. While his core yearned to leap to this guy's aid, the rational part of him knew that was a bad idea. Not from the same world. The rules with spirits could work differently. ... but maybe there was at least something that could be...

Esper shakily lifted his head up. "H... ha! Is that... all you got, Glowstick? I've met... magikarp who Splash harder than that." "Stop speaking. You're disgracing the both of us," Bahamut growled, tail angrily flicking back and forth. "... hmph. 'Can you use that shield again?' Of course."...

Turn 3 -Magic Coat -Umbral Gambit -Max Elixir subject to change and whatnot

Nero kept a neutral expression, because parts of that explanation sounded eerily similar to Dark Matter. And a Dark Matter definitely existed in this world at some point in time. Whether it actually survived like his or not was another story, but still something he'd have to file away. "It...

Nero frowned. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of fights getting televised, but he wasn't going to openly criticize. Instead, he shifted from brown to a pensive gray. "I take it you're the type of person who gets a kick out of other people getting tremendously bummed out about something."

"Eh, I'm used to it." Nero shrugged. "My team leader's done a lot of crazy stuff that I may or may not have gone along with." He beamed. "I mean, there was this one time we took down a power hungry primarina by out-dueling him a sing off in front of a live audience." His fish tail wagged.

"Not if he's a zoroark," Nero said. "Seems to me like he's just got a case of being a dumbass. Sometimes they're rewarded for their head-scratching stupidity." Mew poked their head up again, then tilted it. "... mew?"

"That's what I did when I used to be a lycanroc," Nero said, shrugging. It was technically multiple lycanroc but that extra detail wasn't necessary.

"Really? Aren't you supposed to be a rock-type?" This time Nero spat globs of water up to stop the silt plops. They unceremoniously dropped onto the sand. "I would think you'd understand that earth with good mineral composition is good for your coat."

Nero opened his beak wide. Pink and blue shifted to brown. The sand flew right into his open beak and Nero gulped it down with clinking in his cheek bolts. "Hmm. Not a lot of minerals there." He turned and spat a bit of silt onto the sand. "But not the worst thing I've had to eat. Plenty of...

Bahamut heard Owen's words. But then the subject of a distraction came up and his bag rustled. He squeezed it with his right hand. "Whatever you're thinking, don't—" But like a slimy eel, Esper slithered between Bahamut's claws and reformed in midair. "Did somebody say distraction? I'm on it!"...

"I never hold my breath. I have no lungs." Giggling, Nero's eyes shimmered. Blue and pink appeared in his other glowing parts. His forelegs shimmered and swirled with pink energy. The same pink glow would surround Lee as Nero lifted him off the ground and plopped him back into a mound of silt.

Nero quirked a brow. "There are a lot of worlds with humans. Including ones that don't have any pokémon." He glanced skyward, glowing parts turning blue. "It's a vast reality out there and whatnot." He looked back at Lee. "Besides, what I was made for doesn't matter anymore. I work as a rescuer...

"Uh, no to all of that." Nero tilted his head. Boy did this guy sound jaded. Not quite the rudest lycanroc he'd met, however. Just the second-rudest. "I was built to kill gods. Now I'm more of a protector type." Mew poked their head up again, then returned to fiddling with sand grains.

"From my spirits, of course," Nero chirped. His glowing parts turned a jubilant yellow, then green, then a striped mixed of the two before turning back to the base white.

"Well, I certainly can't make assumptions for every world. That'd be rude." Nero sat on his haunches and scratched at a cheek bolt. "But, yes, I'm 'monmade, if that's what you're going for. Not that it really matters."