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"Thanks, but I'll manage." Dave said. "Think I've got some, uh, Poochyena instincts to figure out how to pilot this fluffball around." The way she was smiling at him was almost disconcerting, overly eager to be of assistance. "So... what do you do over in your world? Feel like somebody who'd...

I've spent another three hours or so on writing since I last logged, and also posted a fic.

This is a one-shot I wrote in 2016, which won first place in the Worlds Collide contest on the Serebii.net forums. It was very much written simply to write something for the contest, I wasn't super-happy with it, and it's still a pretty ridiculous premise that's not being explored all that...

"I mean, that's a complicated line to draw, biologically. Many Pokémon are pretty smart in their own sort of way, but they don't speak a language, you know? No communicating complex thoughts and ideas in a consistent intelligible way. Usually they don't use tools, or very primitively. They sure...

"Oh yeah, deeply weird and distressing just about covers it." Dave scratched his ear with a hind paw, then made a face at it. "I'm used to living in a world where Pokémon don't talk. And not being a dog, Jesus Christ. Humans have hands to do things with."

"Oh. Hi. Dave." He gestured at the room with a paw. "If you were looking for some peace and quiet for tonight, this place is some kind of reinforced bomb shelter and it's got room for a few more. I was just heading out to see if anyone else wanted in."

"Hmm. Good to know." Dave wanted to know what the Bittercold Dark Omen and Dark Matter incidents were, but asking Truffle would probably not be a good idea as far as not revealing too much to these guys went. "Well, if it was nothing else, I'll see you around."

"Yeah?" Dave looked around the room. "I mean, cool, thanks for the hospitality. But if you don't run this place, and just came here on a mission, I'm curious how you found out about this room, given it looks pretty secret." He looked back up at Truffle, trying to gauge his response.

I honestly still don't entirely understand the system, but I have worked on writing for 3+ hours in the past few days, so if I'm understanding correctly that's tiers 1-5 of the first wave? I don't know if this is supposed to have given me experience or whether I have stat points now.

"Oh. Ha." Dave chuckled. "Okay. You know what, this is good. Really might get a good night's sleep in here." If it wasn't some kind of setup, that is. This was clearly some kind of... bomb shelter, or the sapient Pokémon equivalent thereof. The idea they might lock him in there struck him; his...

"Oh yeah. Something arranged. Definitely not sketchy at all," Dave grumbled. And yet. He didn't trust these zealots farther than he could throw them, but figuring out what they wanted with all of them was probably the closest thing there was to a lead on what was going on here. He wouldn't be...

Dave narrowed his eyes at the Decidueye. "The dojo? What for?"

Dave'd been dozing off in an alley off the main square for the past while, occasionally half-waking at various sounds. Having Poochyena hearing was weird, but honestly he could get used to it, if only he weren't trying to sleep. When the sound of Truffle's voice woke him, though, he rose...

The facepaw that Dave wished was practical.

Dave took a deep breath. Well, on Diyem's head be it if these dodgy-ass clowns abducted Owen. He tried. "Yeah. Sounds great. See you around." And with that, he turned and trotted away.

Dave fought the urge to facepalm, which he was sure would just look incredibly dumb on a Poochyena. "Oh my god. You fucking people. No, Owen, I mean sleep. Amazingly enough I have never in my life wanted to fuck a Charmander. No offense." He was going to just turn around and leave, but there...

"All right, rest sounds great. Lovely to meet you people, thanks for rescuing Owen. I guess we should get out of here and, uh, find a nice place to sleep, huh?" Dave gave Owen a meaningful stare.

"Wow. Truly an astounding leap of logic there. Somebody says some words you don't know and clearly the only explanation is they're not from this world. Genius." Diyem, Dave thought, doing his best to keep the exasperation off his face, who the fuck are these people, what exactly can't they know...

Pictured: Dave, done with everything

Dave gave the Zoroark a deadpan stare. "So in other words... it's not an illusion. Jesus. I guess what you actually want to say is you just walked over here but you magicked yourself invisible for shits and giggles."