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Chapter three time! I really enjoy the POV details here, Carnel unsure how tall most humans are supposed to be, their poor eyesight given they live in a cave. Gives it a lot of immediate flavor. I also like how Carnel's main concern is this migration and the environments that they're used to...

Dave listened to Curio with interest, raising an eyebrow at the example of her speech, rolling his eyes at the great white goat in the sky reference. "Huh. So you're not born sapient but can become so, and that's a recent thing? How recent are we talking? Seem like a mutation that spread...

Dave tilted his head. "Well, not so much with the decimating an entire town, over in my universe. I get the sense Pokémon tend to be not only smarter but also more powerful here and some other worlds than they are in mine. Where I'm from they're broadly competitive, like fighting each other...

"I mean, even if I carried pictures with me, don't exactly have them here." Dave shrugged. "There were eight of them and we split them between us. My daughter's Jean. Part Vul-- Ninetales. She's a big ball of upbeat energy, most of the time. Loves cartoons and games and people. Technically she...

Dave stared at Curio. "Oh, shit. Fuck." He shuddered, looking away, and took a swig of his beer. "Well," he said finally as he put the glass down. "I don't know about the cybernetics part, bit before that was a thing. But torture and kidnapping masquerading as science is kind of the reason...

"Huh. Yeah, that's fucked. Somebody skipped the ethics board." Maybe he'd seen the arm when they'd first gathered? He wondered what it'd be like to lose a limb, get used to it, and then be returned to a body that has it again. Hold on, she never wanted one to begin with? "Wait, how'd you lose...

Dave scowled. Her hostility was nothing new after every reporter and nosy passerby at the time, but still exasperating. "Viable as in able to live, contrast the nonviable embryos that died in the first couple weeks. Pay attention." He took a gulp of his drink. "Look, we never meant to make any...

Dave waved a paw. "Nah, we've got open scientific databases of hypothetical genome sequences and molecular printers to synthesize the DNA strands. Completely artificial. No Pokémon were harmed, et cetera. We just..." He let out a long, exhausted sigh, chugged down the rest of the glass. "Okay...

"Human. I mean, you really can't fucking tell in here. I guess the answer's no?" Dave took a swig of his drink. "As for combining human and Pokémon genomes, well, ultimately the goal was medical. You know how humans are squishier than Pokémon? Pokémon can heal all kinds of shit that a human...

Dave raised a skeptical eyebrow-ridge at Curio's response, but left it alone. "Yeah. Genetics. Invented a way to viably combine human and Pokémon genomes. It was pretty fucking genius and then, uh, got derailed." He glanced at Curio. "What kinda world did you come from again? Did you have...

Dave snort-laughed, for longer than he wanted to. Shit. He might have been a little drunk. Dave blinked at her. "Shit," he muttered. He'd been by when Brisa was unconscious, mostly to see exactly how hard Maple'd fucked all of them over with this Radiance thing, but nobody'd been able to tell...

"Hah. Yeah." Dave wondered vaguely what Cynthian's worst fears would be. "I got one of the slugs, you know. Knocked it out of a Garchomp. He's in a cage in the Dojo right now. You know they can answer questions? Got any questions for a brainslug?" Dave frowned. He supposed Maple had said...

"Huh. They can infect us too? Kinda figured we might be immune, what with everything else." He supposed that was a good reason to keep... Squiggly contained for now. He'd gone and bought him a bigger glass cage, stuck some berries in and left him in the Hidden Quarters, but couldn't quite shake...

"Wait, what." Dave blinked at Curio. "He's..." Diyem. D-M. Dark Matter. Dave giggled. "Seriously?" Later. He could think about that later. "Well, I sniffed out Maple's power level. She could kill us all with her little fucking finger, and also obliquely threatened to do just that if she ever...

"Hi," Dave said. "Did you know Maple's some kind of fucking monstrosity? Because I recently found that out."

Dave sat at the bar with his third glass of beer, trying his hardest to forget that Maple existed. So far, he was successful insofar as how on earth he could actually use a glass, on any level, was a more fascinating scientific puzzle than Maple could ever fucking hope to be. He tried to notice...

For a moment Dave's blood ran cold, then hot. So this was it, huh? She'd shown her true colors. What better to expect from the fucking God Squad? The gall of this cheery cult pretending they were friends. He wanted to tell her exactly where to shove it, but he didn't. His mouth had dried up, an...

"Brisa... what?" She was bedridden? "Where is she? Jesus Christ. People explode? What's overuse? Who the fuck are you and why should we trust anything you say after you pull this shit?"

Dave narrowed his eyes at Maple. "Okay, so overuse does what?"

"So... just being near somebody with Radiance pushes it onto you? So it's infectious? And you think that's great and you should expose us all to it?" Dave gave Maple a flat stare. "And you still haven't told me exactly what the fuck you mean by overuse can harm yourselves." He was silent for a...