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Over the psychic link, there was only a deafening silence - silence, and a crystal-clear awareness that Mia, this Mia, was inside the church. A cold shiver went down his spine. "Mia, I-- fuck." He stared at the church, heart racing as the ominous echo of choir singing rang in his ears. Goddamn...

Dave looked wildly around. One moment they were approaching the storm, the moon looming ominously overhead; the next he was here, alone, in some kind of grotesque reenactment of that day. (The fucking parking accident. Of all things to put here.) “Soda?” he called at the air. “Come on, let’s…...

Ascension was fucked up. One day these two were a Mew and Lucario, then one day they were just... big dogs. Dave wasn't entirely convinced this had needed all the secrecy -- who exactly was Bahamut afraid would hear about it with dire consequences? -- but whatever. It was done, they'd come in...

Nothing. Of course fucking nothing. Why’d he even bother. Wait, the first time? Everyone else had been using Radiance this whole time and he’d only just managed… whatever the fuck that even was or did? God. Maybe that shouldn’t even be surprising given he’d only just managed to evolve into a...

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Dave clenched his jaw, looking back at the parasites. "Hey. The name Soda mean anything to you?"

Nate was... trying to make friends with it? Jesus. He watched him, eyes narrowed, as the stone was dropped into the cage and the parasite... simply ignored it, and looked no more cooperative. "Genius. Great. Yeah, that worked." He looked at Brisa when she made her suggestion, frowning. "You sure?"

Am I the only one who thinks all this is kind of shady as fuck? What the fuck is going on?

Dave glared at the parasites as they failed to respond. Worth a fucking try. "What the fuck is going on in here?" asked a familiar voice, and he turned to see Nate and Rocky. Christ. Wasn't Nate the one who'd been so insistent that they just never be in the same room together again? Well, it...

Dave rounded on the parasites as soon as they reacted. “Yeah, there we go. You fuckers can hear us. Now how about you cooperate and answer some questions, and we might decide you’re sapient enough to count? Spit some fucking spirit acid for yes.”

Dave’s ears perked. He hesitated a moment. "Well, if they haven't got minds, no reason to keep them around. Might as well destroy them, right?" He watched the parasites for reactions out of the corner of his eye.

It's time! Are you ready to hear about all my eleven-year-old self's fake legendaries, in a chapter where Mark sits there reading about them in a book, yet somehow I manage to also stuff in a bunch of separate absolutely wild nonsense? Get hype. Chapter 2: The Book When Mark woke up, the...

Dave started with a jolt as the parasite lunged towards Brisa, even knowing it was safely behind glass. His heart pounded uncomfortably for a few seconds afterwards. Christ. If Chip asserted they weren't sapient, hopefully he'd done his due diligence on that. Was it a completely lost cause to...

Dave took a deep breath, staring at the parasites. "Can they hear us?" Was it a stretch to think they'd understand speech? Well, it'd seemed a stretch with Squiggly too. Real question was, would they play dumb even if they did.

“Yes, we want to see them. Why the fuck else would we be here? Nothing to report?” He figured more people might be showing up, but whatever, not hanging around for them. This’d already waited long enough.

Dave didn't exactly feel great in the morning, but he was able to string a thought together, and that thought was the fucking parasite. He downed a glass of dissolved painkiller, hung around on Brisa's advice pacing until it started to kick in just about enough, and then made his way to the lab...

"Yeah. Thanks." She sounded so relieved. God. Dave sank back into the couch. "Thanks for the coffee," he muttered. "You're good." Mia started saying something to Brisa about fighting, but he was drifting off before he could start to process it properly. <><><><><>

That was true. Dave often conceded points but he didn't often change his mind, not really. But you could talk to him, most of the time. He'd have reasons for things. He wasn't stupid, usually. "If it sometimes works, there is no reason not to try it. Even if it doesn't work it's just some...

Mia frowned intensely as Brisa explained. This didn't sound like any kind of science-based medical intervention. Was just talking to people supposed to fix problems with the brain? But aura manipulation... That wasn't real in their world, but it was on Cibus. Maybe that was how it worked? At...

"I'm... what? I'm not going to fucking therapy." Dave opened his eyes, struggled to push himself upright again. Mia looked at Brisa, frowning. "How does therapy work?"