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"So do you all study some science, math, et cetera? Or is it just a some individuals who are particularly interested thing?" He supposed you'd have less need for education when you had Pokémon's powers. Then he fully processed the first thing he'd said. "Wait, wait, wait, hold up. Feral Roselia?"

"Well, she's... not technically. It's complicated." Dave watched the vines, fascinated. "Huh. Don't think Roselia can do that in my world." Another sapience adaptation, coming with increased need for tool use and precision? Or maybe they'd always been different in his world? "Hmm. Do you know...

"Scared of things you don't fully understand, huh. Guess some things really are constants of sapience." Dave looked away, sighing. "Yeah. Okay. It's fine. They're used to getting shit like that." He looked back at Cynthian, who was pleading as if presenting a bouquet, and winced. "No, I'm fine...

Dave scowled. "Hey, fuck off. You've never even met her, Jesus." "Huh. Can't do that over in my world." Was this another general talking Pokémon thing, or specific to this one's? He was about to explain Katherine was made artificially, but actually, never fucking mind if he was going to be an...

Dave chuckled. "Hah. No, she's... not a Roselia. Imagine a human, but her fingers are rose petals and she's got spikes on her head. No vines or moulting there. She had to kind of learn to deal from scratch, because, you know, human society assumes you've got hands, and in my world, uh, Pokémon...

Dave took a deep breath. "Long story, but I know this girl who's half human and half Roselia. Read a bunch about them because of that. She doesn't grow roots, though. Eats human food, but also photosynthesizes a bit. I know she'd love to hear if you've got any tips on, you know, life with roses...

"It's Dave. Your name was...?" He paused, looking at the Roselia and the vase. "Do you sleep in that? Fill it up with dirt and then just boom, step into it and grow roots wherever you like?" Dave had read a bunch about Roselia, sometime, the way he'd read up on Scyther and Meowth and all the...

Dave gave a mental groan. Oh. Of course he did. It sounded like others were going to take care of it? God, he hoped so. Rescuing that Zangoose from his own stupidity was not high on his to-do list.

Dave trudged out into the main square, looking around, hoping to sort out the roommate situation. He was hungry but the thought of returning to the hidden room to find it full of insufferable idiots won out in the end. He spotted the Roselia carrying a vase from the direction of the woodlands...

Dave looked after Brisa as she suddenly up and left. Something to eat. Sure. Without really thinking about it, he flopped onto the ground, groaning. Jesus, this place. He couldn't get home soon enough. Of course, now that he thought about it he was pretty hungry. What did Poochyena eat in the...

Dave stared at her for a moment. Well, fuck. "That's, uh. That sucks. Jesus." He paused. "Well, maybe he was a human. Maybe he wasn't. Not like it matters much now, if he's gone."

"Huh. I guess maybe there's something to it? If they're disappearing into thin air with no other explanation..." Dave looked searchingly at Brisa. "What? Why?"

Dave and Brisa in the Hidden Quarters:

Dave chuckled. "Okay, fair. I don't have convenient amnesia and was brought here by a known entity through a known mechanism, though. You know Diyem is real and brought you here too, so if he could take you world-hopping, why not a human. Is there a mechanism behind these guys? Did somebody...

"What 'other stuff'? Honestly you sound like probably the most sensible person in your world." He thought of Jean, coming home crying from her first day of school after being inevitably targeted by bullies; of Mia, probably the smartest person in any room she entered, being treated like a freak...

"Wait, if they have total retrograde amnesia, how do you know they're human in the first place? Even if they say they remember that, like, is there any evidence they're not just Pokémon who want to be special?" Dave took a deep breath. "As for my society, no. It's pretty shit. Technology's...

"Huh," Dave said again. "Where do the humans waking up as Pokémon in your world come from?" This world sure sounded a lot more similar to Brisa's world than his own. Some of the others had sounded like their worlds were similar, too. Then why were there also people like him, and that person...

"...Huh." Well, that was interesting. Ancient knowledge? "Did there used to be humans in your world?" Maybe, back when there were humans, Pokémon didn't talk there, either. Had they just evolved more advanced communication, begun to use human tools after some kind of human-extinction-level...

"Yeah, that's my point. I could definitely believe this is just whoever agreed to Diyem's thing and he's dressing it up like 'Ooh, you've all got a hero's aura' to make it sound like he didn't just pick up any jackass who'd bite." He paused. "Me? I'm a geneticist. Do you even have genetics in...

"Ha. Yeah. Might be it." Dave snorted. "'Hero's aura', a.k.a. saying yes to a thing. Good job. Any asshole can say yes to anything." He shook his head. "Well, at least it means there's a bunch of us. Maybe we won't all die. Not that it'd apparently matter if we did, according to Diyem. I mean...