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Blacklight Boost: +2 innate Attack, +2 innate Speed, +1 innate Resistance

I'd like to purchase First Ascent, no evolution. Change talents: -3 Magic, +3 Stamina. Distribute stat gains in the following order: - Stamina - Attack - HP - if there are any points left over from there, distribute roughly evenly between Defense and Resistance, trying to keep them equal...

Logging three hours of writing.

Dave scowled at the mention of Maple. Well, at least containing it seemed like a step in the right direction. "Yeah, sure, it can be useful. But I'm not fucking using it until I explode. You have to stop and like, focus? With this thing it just takes like ten seconds of concentration to go from...

"Yeah, somehow I'm not surprised that exploding is less than pleasant." Dave gave her a critical look. Headaches in warm places? Well, he supposed she was an Ice-type. "What kind of training is it you've been doing with it?"

"So... you're training your Radiance more after it blows you up and you've still got what sounds like some kind of fucking brain damage after it?" Holy hell, the idea of having had this shit foisted onto him was not improving. Not that he hadn't made use of it, since he had it, but he was not...

He raised his eyebrows. She was just going to pretend that didn't happen. Okay. Really that was good. People who actually went for chitchat rather than immediately dumping their emotional issues on him seemed few and far between in this place. "Yeah, I'm doing fine. This place is a bit more like...

Dave noticed the Vulpix and her shade in passing at first, but then heard what they were talking about. She seemed to be... wait, what? "Uh, you do realize that is your shade?" he said, squinting at her. "This is what they do. They hatch into these black blob things." He gestured towards Mia...

<><><><><> Mia had a lot of questions. Everything that had puzzled Dave for the months he'd been here, and more besides, was buzzing around her brain (she probably didn't even have a brain, and she had questions about that, too), and after a while he just had to throw up his hands and suggest...

"Trust me, there's no way you can be a bigger embarrassment than that fucking Zangoose. Come on." And if Soul still didn't want to go, well, on her own head be it. Dave led the way out, Mia following on his heels. <><><><><>

Well, that worked out. Apparently. "Yeah, think we might head back either way." He was about to turn around and just take Mia back, his job done, but hesitated, looking back at the quivering Soul. He sighed. "Look, the world's pretty big and all, sure, but it's just a party. There's some people...

Dave looked between Celeste and the shade. "Yeah, uh, she's been able to talk the whole time, apparently. Just hoping you didn't find out. So much for that, I guess."

Mia considered that for a moment but then shrugged, apparently satisfied. They hadn't really had to tell her she should absolutely not try to hug anyone; it had been abundantly clear she saw no point in that sort of thing long before her scythes started to grow in. He'd mentioned it once, when...

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Right." They really were psychic, huh. Wait, was Mia psychic now? He... was going to have to talk to her about that later. "He shouldn't give hugs," said Mia. "He's quadrupedal and also has very big claws. He'd fall over or hurt them. Or both."

"Huh. Who else is staying here?"

Dave smirked. "Well, yeah, it's big. Fun fact, it's probably a whole lot bigger than you think." "How did you learn to speak, if you only have a few days of memories?" Mia was asking, at the same time. "Look, if you really want to keep pretending you can't talk, be my guest, but I'm not going...

Mia was unfazed. “That just means you’re like a baby that grew up very fast. The other me was a bit like that.”

Dave gave Soul a skeptical look. “Look, this all sounds like some wishy-washy metaphysical bullshit to me. What the fuck do you mean, you’re empty? Here you are talking to me and wringing your hands about talking to Celeste because you might fuck it up and moping about your identity issues, and...

Dealing with a blob's identity crisis was not something Dave had been preparing for. "Well, uh... if you want to pick a name, you can just do that?" He hoped to God the shade wouldn't ask for help. "Look, what does it even mean to not have an identity? I mean, okay, you don't have a name but who...