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Mia walked in Wishkeeper's direction but kept her eyes on Owen, frowning. "So it made it so you couldn't make decisions anymore?" Without warning, she lunged towards Wishkeeper and the Substitute again.

Modifications? That was interesting. "Did they change you to be better at fighting?"

"Oh. Uh. Probably not? She's always out and about, being friends with fucking everyone." He squinted at the light again as he lowered his paw down to push himself up, feeling like death. He half-fell off the couch and shook himself. "She was with you last night, right? You, uh, all recovered, I...

"I do that too," Mia said. "Is that a battleheart thing in your world?"

"Mwuh?" Dave stirred at the sound of the door opening and someone calling. Was the front door unlocked? God. Why couldn't he just fucking sleep? He blinked, pulled his aching head up, tried to wipe off the spot of drool on the couch. He winced at the light streaming in through the windows...

Mia tilted her head, looking blankly at him. "What's wrong with how your mind works?"

So not being a battleheart was the mutation. That was interesting. Pokémon losing the drive to battle if they didn't need it anymore would make sense. "The other me wasn't allowed to do much fighting," Mia said. "My parents and Dave said I couldn't fight Pokémon because I didn't have Pokémon...

Mia cocked her head, pausing. "That's weird. Is it like a genetic mutation?" She took aim at the Substitute again, zigzagging from side to side as she approached.

Mia darted towards the Substitute, feinting to the left, then lunging to hit on the right as Wishkeeper moved to dodge her. "I like fighting. Dave says it makes Pokémon brains release a lot of endorphins. Shades probably don't have endorphins or normal body chemistry, but the other me did, so I...

"That would be nice. It's better to train with somebody else who can react. I train with Rocky a lot." She raised her scythes, tensing in preparation for what Wishkeeper would do.

Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm strong. But this body isn't solid. It absorbs impact. It would be better if it didn't."

Mia knocked down the last training dummy and looked around. Owen had become too big to sleep in the house so he usually rolled around in a Pokéball. She hadn't seen him much in a while. "Hi."

Mia couldn't find Nate or Rocky. They were probably out working getting everything prepared before they went to fight Eien, which made sense. Mia would rather train, though. Everyone else was already working on it, and adding more people would have diminishing returns. Technically Dave was...

After a long night, Dave had fallen asleep in an ungainly position on the couch, an array of empty bottles on the coffee table, and Shadow had dissipated. Brisa hadn't been home yet; he'd figured she was still with Starr, making sure she was okay, like the kind of person she was. When Mia...

Dave might have offered to come along for trying to extract the probable parasite from the Mewtwo, but if he did he’d probably have to put up with Nate thinking he was there somehow specifically to harass him the whole time, and he had many better things to do with his time than subject himself...

Dave stared at Truffle. Shit. A second apocalypse, while Soda sat up there waiting, his brain deteriorating into further lunacy by the second. Don’t take too long, he’d said. He turned back to Diyem, gritting his teeth. “Fine, fine, then what the fuck are we going to do about it? You got some...

"Nobody's hurting him for real. What the hell do you take us for?" Though it wasn't like there weren't some real nutcases on Team Spectrum. Bahamut'd probably torture Flesh if he got the idea in his head that it served some greater good. Fucking god-legendaries. "Look, what if Flesh just...

"Well, one would've thought even if he doesn't believe it he'd maybe check with Yellow what's up, you know? If you hear something like that, aren't you going to want to at least talk to one of the other yous and either hear what it is you're missing or convince them to come off that nonsense?"...

"I mean, Yellow did come out and talk to me when I went to the Tree. But that required, you know, knowing he was at the Tree." He pawed at his muzzle, trying to think. "Would he be paying attention to what's going on with us? I mean, Green was the one who was supposed to keep an eye on Flesh and...

Dave frowned, rolling his eyes at Nate's glare. The Mudkip had apparently managed to evolve, miracle of miracles, but it only made him look more like a gigantic fucking dork. He was about to speak when Owen did, and jumped as Yellow appeared out of thin air. "Jesus. Maybe just fucking attend...