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"Yeah, no, you hadn't mentioned that. I mean, I gathered you're not a kid." Mia looked pretty intrigued. "Is that normal lifespan for a Charmander in your world? In ours you would be dead." "And, uh, I mean, sure, go ahead and talk to him if you like, it'd be nice to not worry about him...

Dave raised an eyebrow. He knew Owen was older than he seemed, but fucking 400? "Yeah, again, tell him that. That time during the fight he was still going on about how I should stay away from Mia, so I'm assuming he's still on the pedophile conspiracy train."

"I mean, it's not like we did a lot of fucking talking in the first place? Dude disappears for days at a time and avoids people unless he needs something." Dave glanced at Mia. "Well, during the fight against Giovanni Mia got caught in a Pokéball, and he picked it up and released her, and just...

Fuck. Of course Owen remembered that. "Yeah," the Shadow muttered. "It was bad. Nate attacked me." "He was just drunk as fuck and yelling wild accusations pulled out of his ass." "He was trying to separate me from Mia. I thought he might have been the spy. We'd been talking about how maybe...

The Shadow hesitated, looking over at Dave as if for permission. He squeezed his eyes shut, paw over his face. He could probably just make some excuse to get out of here, but knowing Mia she was going to continue this anyway and he was already about at the limits of her patience with putting it...

Dave glared at the wall. "Doesn't act a whole fucking lot like me, does it." Mia was frowning, looking at the shivering Poochyena in the corner. "That's true. Usually when you're scared you try to act like you aren't but he doesn't do that." Dave made a frustrated noise, gritting his teeth...

Dave glanced at Wishkeeper. "Yeah, well, mine can't seem to shut the fuck up about whatever nonsense unless I'm constantly keeping it in check, so no, we're not really getting along. Any advice on how to have it not do that, I'd be thrilled." "He means it says what he's thinking," Mia said...

"Yeah," Dave said. "Hi." He vaguely raised a paw in greeting and slumped down on his bed. "No," said Mia. "He's being weird and drinking a lot. He does that sometimes." The Shadow opened its mouth. "No, you fucking don't," Dave growled at it.

The strategy meeting hadn't been very encouraging. Sending Joule to the Reverse World like Bahamut suggested would just make his attack apocalyptically devastating in a slightly different way. The whole mission to distract him, well, they might be able to stall him for a bit, but he'd reflect...

"Yeah. Sure. Thanks for the chat." Dave looked after Bahamut as he left. Well, he supposed this'd been reasonably productive on net. "Maple must think there's no way to save Joule," Mia said. "I guess. But why the fuck would she? We've already saved like a dozen mind-controlled legendaries...

Yeah, come to think of it. Wow. "Jesus. That's cold." Probably about what they should've expected from somebody who'd cheerfully worked with them for a while only to then threaten to kill them all if they stepped a toe out of line, though, honestly. Why the fuck was he even surprised.

"...Huh. Maple doesn't want to try getting through to him?" Jeez. Imagine telling Joule that afterwards.

"Yeah, that definitely checks out. Not real optimistic about trying to invoke the fucking power of friendship on somebody we've never even actually met." God, Maple. Dave couldn't be entirely thrilled about bringing her along, but sure, if she and Joule were an item she was probably their best...

Okay. That probably made sense. Dave considered asking for more details about the particulars, but he'd should probably just ask Owen later, if he was in on it, rather than try to get more out of Bahamut right now. At the very least it was good to know he'd tried other ways to resolve the...

"I mean, if you don't want to be understood as talking nonsense, maybe when I ask how you know the spirits are doing fine, you should just say it's your goddamn psychic powers, and not start going on about what the colors of the auroras symbolize." Was there even any point talking to this guy...

Dave squinted at him. "Yeah, uh, I don't know about your world but where I come from that sounds incredibly bullshit. You're literally looking at the colors of auroras? Is there actual evidence that the colors represent the current status of the actual tangible afterlife, or are you just...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "How do you know that? Like, can you detect the spirits making their way there? See them still around for good afterwards? Any evidence the spirits are, you know, conscious and happy and not just experiencing eternal locked-in syndrome?" God. How did you even...

"Well, then that's one thing we have in common. No fucking gods in my world either." "A lot of people think there are but that's because they're stupid," Mia added, and he chuckled. "Thing is, in my world you don't have planet-devouring hellscape legendaries either, or a goddamn afterlife. So...

Dave blinked at him. A... tangible afterlife. That sure was a thing to drop casually like an incidental fact about his universe. But then he got to the playing God bit, which was all too familiar, and Dave's eyes just about rolled out of his skull. "You know, I like to think any god worth...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "What's 'incredibly painful'? Battle painful, eternal torture painful?" Mia frowned, probably wondering what difference it made. "I mean, if we've got a better plan that's great, but we may want to have a fucking plan B, no? What's plan A involve?" But Bahamut was...