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Blue. Yeah, he'd been expecting blue. Dave exhaled slowly. Take three. "It's not bullshit. Look, I did talk to Prime at Spirits' Edge. He'd forgotten why he was even doing this. Breaker checked out Green and his mind was like a broken husk stuck together with duct tape. Your memory's shot to...

"I would like to hunt but I can only pretend to with my sister. Do people let the other you hunt?" Dave had always been very insistent that she could not. He didn't mind if she killed flies, but that was not very satisfying.

He felt his fur rising on the back of his neck. Yeah, there he was. Figured. "...Flesh, hang on a sec. Don't worry, okay? Everything's going to be fine." Cautiously, he followed the presence back out the door, into the street. "Soda? Come on, talk to me."

"The other me liked meat," Mia said. "I could probably eat raw meat now. It's not safe for humans unless it's been cooked to sixty-five degrees but I probably can't get sick in this body." That was intriguing. "There is a lot of food made with a lot of salt and fat to taste good, like hotdogs...

Mia watched the Eternatus head dissolve, satisfied. She might have liked it more if it stayed tangible, bleeding, but when she played with Lucy she couldn't cut anything off at all, so this was still better. She didn't really want to get hurt. But it would be interesting to try. She stood...

He really should have gone here sooner. Fuck. Had Flesh been here this whole time, in the dark, getting all his information from the last Substitute who still believed Soda was up there to depose an evil Arceus and rescue Adne and then put Cibus back the way it was? “Flesh,” he began, trying to...

It was lucky the God Squad paid for everything. Where did they get all the money, to be able to keep up all of Team Spectrum for all this time? Mia’s eyes narrowed in an instant as Rocky’s arm extended toward her. She lashed out with her scythe in a powerful downward slash. Maybe it’d cut the...

Dave let out a long sigh. “Look, we want to help him. This thing that’s in his head, it’s—” He paused. “I mean, do you know what’s going on, with Soda Prime on the moon?” Christ. Did he? Wasn’t it Green who was supposed to look after Flesh, and now he was in the Holding Cells? Had anyone told...

Jesus. Dave clambered back to his feet. “Flesh, I’m… I’m not going to hurt him. Why the fuck would you think that?”

Dave took a deep breath. "Flesh. Is he here right now? What, is that him?" He gestured at the translator hologram. "Are you him?" God, wouldn't that be something. "Look, if this is where the last Substitute has been this whole time, just... can we talk?" Under other circumstances the idea that...

Dave nodded slowly, on guard, ears perked at Flesh's hesitation. "Which ones?"

"We can battle first. The order doesn't matter," Mia said. "I don't think we need to eat food. Being able to taste it but not need it is good." There was a lot about being properly hatched that was good. Would battles feel like more now? She still didn't think she could feel pain. "I wanted to...

Dave blinked at the hologram. That was one way to do a translator device, he supposed. "Hey. He's talked about you a bunch, too." He looked around. "Are his Substitutes still coming round here often? They keeping the place clean?"

Mia arrived not long afterwards, following the sound of Rocky's battle cries to the correct room. "Hi," she said. "Do you want to get hotdogs? I want to taste them properly but Dave is busy." Dave probably didn't want her to tell them what he was busy with. He was still upset and acting weird...

Jesus. From everything he'd gathered Flesh seemed like basically a big puppy, but that didn't make him any less fucking terrifying. He entered the house and looked around. "So, uh, Brisa told me you had a translator gadget?"

Dave dragged himself to Soda's place despite how badly he wanted a drink and like a week of fucking sleep. He'd meant to visit Flesh before they even went to confront Eien, and yet time'd just slipped away from him into a blackout stupor and fuck, at least he could get things done first. He...

Hello I have been playing mafia for like fourteen years, but instead of being Dave this time I will be his daughter who is a lot less aggro and intimidating Name: Jean Ambrose Species: Vulpix Pokémorph Appearance: View...

Dave got the stone into the bag and hoisted it back onto his shoulders. He wondered fleetingly how Nate and the original Rocky had even known each other. He was pretty sure Mia'd told him Rocky was some kind of fucking mystery shapeshifter. "I'll tell her," he said, turning to leave again. "See...

Dave took a deep breath, nodding. "Right. Should probably check on that." He maneuvered the backpack off his back and onto the ground. "Mia said she wanted to train with you," he said stiffly as he made room to stuff the Ultra Stone inside. "Soon. Whenever. Test the new powers, whatever the fuck."

Dave blinked at the Ultra Stone, chest tightening. Was that what'd happened to the Mewtwo? Fuck. "Right. Thanks." He rolled the stone towards him with a paw, careful. "What, is Mewtwo...? Can it form a familiar or some shit? Or just trapped inside the stone?" What kind of existence would that...