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A cold shiver trickled down Dave's spine. "Jesus." Fucking hell. Owen had killed people? Owen? (Again he wondered exactly how fucking old he was - was he some kind of child soldier?) And why the fuck was he telling him this, out of the blue, here? All he wanted was a goddamn roommate. How was...

Dave turned around and stared at him. "Jesus. What the fuck? Who was -- why?"

"Cool. Thanks." Dave set his bag down on the bed on the other side. Honestly he half-wanted to just crash right now. How long had it been since he'd slept in an actual bed? Dave looked up. "Hmm? You mean when you got shadowed in the fight?"

Fuck. What? "That's not... I mean, he wasn't puppeteering the Garchomp around. They just bring out whatever shit's going on in people's own heads, right? It's not like he decided to stab you." On the floor, Squiggly wobbled uncertainly. Did the shade feel guilty about stabbing Owen? Come on...

Dave squinted at the rock, trying to feel the psychic link. As best he could tell, Squiggly felt fine. Right? There was a tinge of worry there, but... that was probably just echo, wasn't it. Goddamn it. "Yeah, he's fine." He watched Shady bump into Squiggly. Squiggly bumped back, making a light...

Well, that was... unsettling. Owen definitely seemed sane right now, though. Could Radiance also manifest as bizarre light-apparitions? He supposed it made sense Owen's old self had been a Charizard, if everyone got thrown into their first forms in Cibus. Dave sighed. "Right. Well, I don't...

"...What." The Shadows had been attacking them. Hadn't they de-shadowed them? Was Owen still... what? "I'm sorry, why is your Shadow still here? What do you mean, your old self?"

Name: Mia Kerrigan Species: Scyther Pokémorph Appearance: Looks like a thin teenage girl in baggy clothes, but her face is elongated, her head has three spikes poking out of her green hair, her feet are Scyther feet, and she has blades running along her forearms, growing out of her ulnae...

Dave froze when the Shadow limb appeared. "Whoa, what... the fuck is that?"

Dave blinked, then narrowed his eyes. "Owen. You mean room with you. Not sleep with you. And yes. To the former." How old was Owen again? Did he even want to know? Good fucking god. He was already starting to have regrets.

Dave looked at the lump. Hopping? Could Squiggly do that? Was this some kind of developmental milestone that he was somehow failing at? What the fuck was Owen doing differently? "Hey," he said. "Uh, I heard we're supposed to pick roommates...?"

Chapter seven of envy of eden, +1 BLEC.

I keep forgetting to respond to some of your responses, where you've asked for clarifications or I had further questions etc.; going to do so now before I get to the chapter. Sorry about the delay! Anyway, chapter seven! I'm so worried about what happened to Lucky. It reads a little funny...

The Corviknight in the guild lobby had told him they were rooming together in pairs or triples, and given that, Dave figured his best bet was Owen. Not that he'd had anything against the people he'd shared the Hidden Quarters with back in Treasure Town, but Brisa'd spent half of her time out on...

"See you." Dave wasn't sure exactly what he'd just done to convince her not to ditch her shade - honestly he'd kind of been looking forward to kicking down the door of Chip's lab with her - but this was good, probably. At least he wasn't going to have another one foisted upon him. <><><><><>

Dave shrugged. "Well, me and Owen and other people have had them for a while without incident. I don't think they can actually get out of the stone on their own at all." Which he still didn't like. But Squiggly still seemed perfectly content with this, so whatever, who was he to say otherwise...

"Sci-fi bullshit. You can say that again." Yeah. Guns didn't have anything to do with this shit. And if the interdimensional mafia brought guns, his goddamn radiance move could probably just deflect bullets, couldn't it. Wouldn't that have been fucking nice to have. He stood there, jaw...

Dave scowled. "You can't exactly assume anything about other people's fucking worlds in here, can you? Sure don't seem to have guns here, even while they've got magic magnet utensils and fucking hologram phones, but yeah, sorry I fucking asked."

...Organized crime? With interdimensional portals and Shadow Machines? Fuck. What? From fantasy talking Pokémon cartoon to, what, mafia movie? "...I mean, yeah, but not that big, and they're not exactly at the forefront of technology R&D. What the fuck?" He narrowed his eyes at Starr. "Hold on...

"...Huh." A company logo, huh. That... was something. Were there even companies in Cibus? Happy fun talking Pokémon land didn't seem big on capitalism. "You think there might be other worlds with the same companies? What kind of company? Some kind of experimental tech thing that might have...