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"I mean, yeah. You also fucking flew. I'm just..." He stared at her. "So long as you're okay, all right? Not a big fan of people going through involuntary body horror transformations." He shuddered at the memory of hugging Jean for the first time after her evolution, all sudden gangly limbs and...

Dave's ears perked. So Soda knew someone else was behind the Mewtwo, someone who wasn't Giovanni. Someone who used Substitutes too, or at least split up into multiple beings. "See, I don't think that's fucking boring. If he's split up and has brain parasites at large in people, he's still...

Fuck. Of course she had to turn this around on him. You didn't come to my fucking sports games, Dad. Well, sorry if he didn't particularly enjoy watching her get beaten up by a bunch of fucking legendaries-- He took a deep breath. "Well, Owen still looks like a goddamn Charizard. Nobody said...

And what, that was it? No remorse or even hesitation, just tips? Dave kept his gaze on Soda, wary. "I came here to check on you," he said after a second. "We're pretty sure Giovanni's Mewtwo is a lot stronger than he seemed. He planted some kind of mind-control parasite in Owen that we managed...

Dave stood up, gaze fixed on Brisa. She was still in this bipedal form, shaking hands with Bone as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, what the fuck is going on with..." He gestured vaguely at her. "...that?"

Dave's gut clenched. A fucking warning shot, indeed. "Well, Deoxys got pretty good and vaporized too. He's not dead but he's reduced to a fucking orb. Doesn't seem easy to bring him back. Unless you know a better way."

His charisma. Sure. He tried to wet his drying mouth. "So the other day a few of us were trying to approach the moon, see what was going on. Deoxys, Vix, some familiars. They got shot down by some kind of Blacklight cannonblast. Was that you? Or the Unown? Or somebody else?"

Dave stared at Soda for a moment. He sounded jarringly normal, for somebody whose brain was a fucking glass shard spiderweb surrounded by fucking Unown on the goddamn Moon. "We're... fine." God, what the fuck. He hesitated for a long moment. "Is it just you and the Unown up there? How'd you get...

It was him. He was there. And not... some kind of Unown puppet, or whatever the hell he'd been starting to imagine. He let out a breath. "Hey. You all right? What's the deal with the Unown?"

Well, that sure didn't sound like any part of Soda's plan. Dave's pulse pounded uncomfortably in his technically immaterial throat. "Creating what? He doing that for you?"

Dave squinted at the lights ahead. "Busy with what?"

This was incredibly fucking trippy. The Unown weren't speaking so much as creating a silent mental impression, a thought that wasn't his own just present in his head. "Is he there? Alive?"

Dave's ears stood up pin-straight. "Hear what?" He stared into the void. "Soda?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dave growled. His heart had been hammering sickeningly the entire way there, and something about this place seemed to make every hair on his body stand on end in anticipation of something, and why the fuck was his body doing anything at all in fucking Spirits' Edge, that didn't...

Dave's jaws snapped shut on nothing as the Absol dodged out of the way - straight into Starr and Brisa, who pummeled him with that coordinated combination of moves they tended to use for the real fights. "I'm going all-out!" Brisa yelled, and he pulled on another dose of Radiance unthinkingly...

Brisa lit up with energy and... fucking stood up, on her hind legs, ethereal chains growing from her arms, broken. And then just... ran forward bipedally to attack, as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, wh... the fuck?!" And not long after that she just lifted off the goddamn ground. Dave...

Dave wasn't sure how he'd let Brisa talk him into this. Apparently she and Starr had had a Colosseum match scheduled against the Marowak/Blaziken/Absol team, and they were going to have Vix along with them, only now Vix was dead, and they really really needed a third person and everyone else had...

"...Right. I'll talk to him, see what he says. Sounds worth a try, after we fight Maple." God. Another fight. He didn't have much time left to visit Spirit's Edge, either. He'd better get going there. As soon as he'd visited Green and he'd hopefully convinced Yellow.

Dave squinted at Bahamut. "What do you mean by that? Forcing him to his mindscape - what, can you communicate with him from there, help him find what's wrong?" Still. If there was a chance to fix Soda's mind, without breaking him altogether? Green at least would probably be down to try, right...

“As in… dive into their heads too? Is that the same kind of block?”