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Dave jumped as the Ancient Power smashed into the ground in front of him. The Shadow was pulling Saltriv away, the vines just gentle enough to pass through the shields; the Bayleef tried to fight back only to hurt themself in the process. Christ. "Look, you're the only fucking reason they're...

Dave followed the direction of Saltriv's voice and found them under attack by their Shadow. Yelling about how they'd hurt people and were hated. He saw Shadow's pleading, bloodied face, and shuddered, and dragged Radiance heaving out of the depths of his brain. Two shimmering golden shields...

Dave stood numbly as Mia turned back around, trying to restart his brain, and didn't notice the man had aimed the gun at him until there was another bang, and something hit him like a punch in the chest, sending him staggering back. His heart thundered in his ears, thoughts flashing through his...

They were -- shit. Fuck. They were real, real enough to attack. Dave felt his hackles rising, looked around for the first time in a little while. There were Charmander everywhere, an Oshawott, the shadowy form of Jesse still standing there with a frown of disapproval. Will was... gone. So was...

Giovanni's scent was clear -- he'd been here. And so was a kind of cozy wood-burning smell, an unintelligible whisper that made his fur stand on end, a strange urge to play, to -- what the fuck, Darkwhite, no. He looked back up, glanced quickly in Brisa's direction. She was staring toward -- a...

The Arceus faded silently without issue. This forest was a joke so far. The way he'd heard it everyone'd been jumping out of their skin last time but nothing was even actually happening, just figures from people's past kind of standing there. In the dark, between the trees, was another Mightyena...

An Arceus appeared out of the darkness, looming. Not Pop, a different Arceus, Soda's Arceus. The one who'd tricked him and ensured he could never go home. A sudden chill ran through him and-- --fucking gods, Pop might have been sort of okay but that didn't excuse that guy, who'd just used his...

Dave hesitated a moment. "...Sure. Okay." Most importantly, they should get out of here. He should go pick up Mia anyway, see what she thought.

Dave tilted his head, squinting. "And they're talking about this on the badge comms? The ones that already got compromised? Jesus fuck." He raised an eyebrow at Starr talking like she dealt with spies all the time, but honestly at this point that could probably wait for a better time. "Yeah...

Of the three investigation expeditions, none sounded fantastic, but if he trusted any of the God Squad it was probably Soda, and then Brisa'd asked him if he'd come with them, and, well, whatever. After his trip to the Voidlands, he'd found himself softening on Mia. Nothing terrible'd happened...

Dave let out a barking laugh. "Hold on, by deposing gods you mean what?" Honestly described that way it almost made him like the guy, but he suspected it was a lot worse than it sounded. So, at least if he was to be believed, and Starr seemed to think so, someone they knew was dead and replaced...

What. "Jesus. Him? Are you fucking serious?" Just when he thought Brisa had the worst father on the team. What the fuck. "And what, he's an aspiring multidimensional emperor in your world too? What's this about somebody being replaced? He say that before we came in?" They just casually had...

Dave raised an eyebrow as he sipped his beer. "Okay, hold on a second. Why are you talking like you fucking know the guy? And what's that about Silver?" Silver was the... the Cosmog, right? The one he'd vaguely heard evolved?

"Yeah, you don't say," Dave said, glancing at Starr. "Is it me or did you handle that like way too much of a pro? Feel like there's a story here." He opened the fridge and took a couple of beers. They could just grab stuff here, right? All on the God Squad's tab? Sure. How did those guys even...

Dave squinted at him. This was some video game shit. A goddamn fetch quest for the missing piece of him. What were the odds there was something real he thought they could theoretically get for him versus the odds that he was hoping to send them on a snipe hunt for his own amusement? He wasn't...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Giovanni. It flew into his head that the nerves seemed almost disconnected from the guy's demeanor, as if... was Giovanni simply remote-controlling this body, possessing a regular old Mewtwo (God, regular old Mewtwo, what a phrase) who was sort of on board but not...

Dave could tell by his nose that Starr was acting, wasn't feeling the fear and apprehension telegraphed precisely in her body language, but if not it could've fooled him. Starr was way too practiced at this. What the hell. He watched her warily, half resisting the temptation to cut in, half too...

Dave barked a chuckle. "Yeah, nice try, dumbass." He glanced back at Brisa, can you believe this shit, only to find her glaring at him. What was her problem? No way did she actually-- ...Oh. No. She was thinking of Spirit's Edge, wasn't she. He clenched his jaw, bit back the words he wanted to...

Brisa's text had been terse and urgent, which was a definite improvement over the way she'd used to text like she was dictating a letter from the 1800s and he was very proud of her, but made her sound pretty tense. He was already wary on his way to the guild, and when he bumped into her outside...

Some Daves since last time... Blacklight corruption: Void Desperation: Mia reunion: And also, Icetales art trade... ...and Starr and Brisa planning their next Fusion Arcflare: