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"Yeah, uh, Soda very much has all five of them, and a fucking moon cannon, and whatever it is has carved out every sane motivation in favor of blindly trusting its manipulated whims. So we should start figuring out how the fuck we're going to get there and decorrupt him, now." Dave fixed his...

Dave kept a wary eye on the contained parasite as Wishkeeper added more layers of barriers. Hopefully it'd hold at least for a little bit. Dave stared at the Hydreigon. "I fucking knew it," he snarled. "Dark Eternatus, huh? Let me guess, the Eternatus that hid in Telum's Tree of Life absorbed...

Dave dragged himself to his feet and stumbled over to where he’d trapped the parasite, examining it. “Anyone got a more permanent way to contain this thing?” he said, looking around. Brisa was all right. Starr was down but back to normal. Mia examined the parasite curiously from the other side...

Dave hung onto the gigantic Starr, struggling to poison her with his teeth. She was barely reacting, exchanging words with Brisa about how she didn’t give a shit about anyone. And Brisa, of course, didn’t yield, daring her to attack. He started to reach for Radiance… and then stopped, mouth...

Something burst out of Maple's chest and -- it was one of those things, the parasites, the ones that, one way or another, came from the source of all this. Whoever'd had it planted in Maple. In Owen. Whoever'd broken Soda into the smiling, deranged husk he'd met at Spirits' Edge. For the second...

Every blow Dave dealt to Maple's head splattered corrosive liquid Blacklight onto her, weakening her. Great. Now the rest of them'd just-- He looked around. Where were the rest of them, anyway? It was... just Brisa. She strained to attack with all she had, but Maple was too sturdy. Brisa's...

They needed to take down Maple's head quick, before she could get the attack she was preparing off, and Dave charged, shadows sprouting in his footsteps, weaving around her flailing arm with less coordination than ideal. He wouldn't be protected this time if she struck back, not if he was going...

Maple was gigantic and insane and not at all the real issue. Dave'd drunk more than he should before the fight, and could feel it in how he was slightly unsteady. Finish this. All they had to do was finish this, and then, well... He shuddered and gritted his teeth. Fuck. All they had to do was...

Beta-read chapter four of Context Switch + hours upon hours of drawing to complete challenges. Sell Venom Seed x2 in favor of Chilly Seed x2; sell a Sitrus Berry and two Max Elixirs to buy Renewal Seed/Divine Berry/Blessed Elixir. Disable Umbral Barfight in favor of Shadow Charge.

After buying a few beers to go and downing a few shots of whiskey at the Cauldron, Dave goes to inform Green and Yellow about what happened at Spirits' Edge. (Probably gets Green to come with him to Yellow’s post again, and gives them the beers.) In particular, that Soda Prime treated his old...

Hey. I just spoke to Soda Prime at Spirit’s Edge. He’s, he’s lost his fucking mind. I’m… After this whole Maple thing we need to figure out how we can get there and stop him, fast. Also, he said there is somebody else controlling Blacklight Mewtwo and they’ve split themselves thin, in a...

Dave let out a tense breath that shook, and abandoned whatever he might have been planning to say in favor of silence. They just had to make it in time, while there was still anything left of him to salvage. <><><><><>

I also beta-read chapter 49 of The Legendarian Chronicles (with extra BLECs).

Dave nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, as soon as I can. Don’t go shooting anyone, okay? It, it just adds more shit we’d have to deal with. It’d just make it take longer.” It felt almost like arguing with Mia, in a way. A spot of comfortable familiarity in the middle of absolute batshit. “Take care.” He...

Dave's gut clenched at Soda's hesitation. A thread to pull on, and yet, the Zoroark felt so fragile, teetering on a knife's edge, like any pulling on the thread might unravel him entirely. He took a step back. "Yeah. You know, yeah, sometimes I do want that. But I can't come with you right now...

Dave stared at him, and at his outstretched hand, a tightness in his chest. What the fuck. What the fuck. "Soda, there's... there's another thing I wanted to ask you," he said, and couldn't keep his voice from wavering. "I talked to your Substitute, the one who's keeping an eye on Flesh. He...

Oh, right, my mate and my old world and stuff, yeah. That. A deep chill went through Dave. This wasn't fucking Soda anymore. How would Yellow react if he were here, after he'd attacked him just for saying her name like it doesn't matter? Fuck. Fuck. He inhaled sharply through his nose. "What...

Still didn't want to think very hard about the bits he didn't remember, huh. Dave wanted burningly to get him to confront all the glaring holes in his memory and motivations, but on the other hand Soda Prime had the power to fucking level Destiny Village with his moon cannon, and was so hopped...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you mean, seemed like?" Green had mentioned his mind was fuzzy on this too, but he hadn't described slapping power onto Owen for safekeeping at all - just wiping his memory. Did Prime remember shit Green didn't, or was one of them lying?

Dave hesitated a moment. "No. He'd been acting a bit weird, then we took a psychic trip into his mind to unlock that memory block on him and help him kill the thing." He kept a wary eye on Soda, for how he reacted. Would he admit it'd been him? Should he actually press him if he didn't? "If you...