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Dave grimaced at the rose petals in his face. "Okay. So by that you mean you're not actually here, just a projection from somewhere else?"

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. It's a cult. Dave felt his fur fluffing up in dismay and tried to stop it, however that worked, not sure if it was at all successful. "Fun! God Squad. That's great." He was about to start making an excuse to immediately leave, but then Cabot was asking about the...

Dave sniffed around at the scattered items (and paused, and cringed, but fine, he had a great sense of smell now, no reason not to use it). He hadn't exactly been needed to push aside those boulders, but when he gave them an experimental prod with his paw, he seemed fine. "So not being affected...

"Okay, so, you're a fully-evolved Grass-type, right? Why aren't you dealing with the Magikarp thing?"

The experience of craning his neck upward to look at someone who was talking was new, and Dave definitely could have done without it. "I guess that's the Charmander we're here for? Owen?"

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Dave snarled.

"By the sound of it I'm certainly more mature than you, dipshit."

"What, you think I wanted this shit? I don't even really remember what happened in the party game dimension last time but I'm pretty fucking sure I didn't ask for it. Who were you again?" Dave scratched his chin and - oh fuck, that was his hind leg, wasn't it. "Ugh. Please tell me there's...

"We're here to find that Charmander, Owen, and, like, figure out why there's a giant Magikarp around. Apparently."

Dave made a face at Curio and Ashwood. "Ugh. Don't remind me." His ears swiveled around at the sound of a thump; a Litten'd just appeared in the grass, looking about as disoriented as he had been. "Yup, you're a cat. Welcome to housepet club."

Dave stared at Ashwood. "That's... okay, never mind. It's Dave. Were you in the... the 'Truth or Dare' thing?" The memory was fuzzy; he felt pretty convinced it was a dream, but then again he was pretty sure some of the other people here also seemed vaguely familiar, somehow.

Dave looked over at Ashwood. "...Huh. Then how'd you know what a Golett is?"

Dave ignored the Zangoose, whom he had more or less written off as too dumb to live by now. "A dog. As in, a dog Pokémon. Canines. Share a common ancestor. Bitey, go woof, et cetera."

Dave jerked away at being touched. "Hey, fuck off. Here's a thought: you throw your own damn self at the threat, or a fucking rock, instead of picking up the nearest bystander. Jesus." At the Absol's concern he shook his head. "No, no, I'm fine, just trying to deal with turning into a fucking...

Dave had no warning before he was suddenly yanked from the ground and hurled through the air, splatting into the big angular monstrosity that'd just appeared. He tumbled to the ground and landed flat on his face. Everything hurt. "Augh! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" he snapped at the...

Dave shook his head, tried to rise to his feet, and... couldn't. He blinked. Black paws. Out-of-focus muzzle. Oh, shit. This was familiar. He was a Poochyena. Wasn't that a dream? "Uuugh. I'm a fucking dog again." He pushed himself up on all fours. It didn't actually feel entirely unnatural...

Dave raised his eyebrows at Jaro. "So... Pokémon racism. That's a new one. Okay." "Ready? Sure. Bring it on."

"I mean, Jigglypuff in general are both Normal and Fairy. Something that makes you special, or what?" Dave rolled his eyes at the Litwick. "Fuck off."

"Why are you being so fucking vague? Jesus. 'The change may be dramatic? The fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Fairy-'blooded'?" Dave raised an eyebrow at Jaro.