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"I can't make portals, I'm afraid. Not strong enough." Not stable enough, really. Spacial Rends might have been able to do the trick, but he wasn't going to try. "And Ultra Space is very big. Even if my friend knew exactly where we were, he'd have to fly through it to find us. It doesn't happen...

"That's a... complicated question." One of Nero's eyes turned pink and the other blue. Stripes patterned his crest and tail. "It depends on what exactly happened to the person. I mean... the first faller I technically met is my teammate. And he's the one with the power to turn people back into...

"Oh, it's nice." Nero's tail wagged again. "I live with my friends and teammates in an observatory." He'd have to choose his next words carefully. Couldn't divulge much about the Recon Squad to those who weren't connected. "We go through Ultra Wormholes to help people who are in distress because...

"How I got there?" The pink shifted to a pensive blue, then to their original white. "I was built... in a manner of speaking. Out of unown."

"Err... not really." Nero tilted his head to the side. "A few showed up in times of crisis to help the world and they were always turned into pokémon in different ways." He paused. "Oh, and I guess some fallers, too. But they all lost their memories and got turned into pokémon anyway." He...

Where he came from? "A world that's a lot like this one, actually." Nero looked around. "Well, less fog, I suppose. But my home planet has Water, Air, Grass, Sand, and Mist Continents, too." His pink tail wagged slowly. "I can probably tell you a lot of stuff that happened here."

While the rest of the group had crowded the natives, Nero had stayed off to the side. He didn't sense they were overwhelmed, but thought life would be easier if they didn't have to stare down such an odd-looking creature. While the others chanted about shopping, the silvally trotted around...

"Hey. So, good news and bad news." Esper hovered over a bed that was, apparently, custom-made for very large pokémon. "Or, hmm. Maybe it's bad news and bad news, in your case." "Out with it," Bahamut growled. He was lying on his side, forelegs brushing his belly. Esper held up the notepad...

System Error Message 0800: The badge number you are attempting to reach is offline. Please alert a network administrator.

"Oh dear." Nero shook his head. They really were beside themselves. No one would get anywhere with them worked up like this. Grass-typing took over. Nero opened his beak and exhaled Aromatherapy vapors. Mew funneled them around in an attempt to sooth the nervous wrecks.

"You can pinch yourself as much as you want. You're not dreaming," Nero said.

The other mew shook their head. It was absolutely Kora's fault. He was recklessly irresponsible and deserved to be put in time-out. They were thinking of trapping him in a Trick Room box to slow him to a crawl.

"What the actual fuck?" Nero just stared at all of the nonsense incredulously. Horror stories or not... this wasn't how mimikyu worked. Not from what he remembered, anyway. Mew poked their head up and raised a tiny hand. A pink glow projected out. An attempt to restrain the mimikyu with ESP...

"Oh my god I ended up in a world that parallels mine," Nero said. Well, it had to happen sooner or later. "I can probably recite this world's history." Mew snickered.

Nero ignored the chanting. He didn't have any items to throw at the dumb zoroark. He just trotted through the fog with Mew laying on his back, bouncing with every step.

Mew bapped Jesse's snout again. If they had a bar of soap, they'd shove it in the delphox's mouth.

"It depends on the world, actually," Nero said. "Planet I'm from only had a single lucario for a while. And the species had been extinct for the longest time before that."

"Mew?" Wait, was this weird-looking delphox reading their mind? Their mind? With no permission? Well, that wouldn't fly. A scolding bap on the nose, followed by a flash of blue in Mew's eyes. This delphox fellow would soon find whatever connection he'd formed up cut off... like a telephone line...

Bahamut had actually been experimenting with something, but it wasn't panning out. And more time wouldn't change that. "... very well."

Still clinging to Jesse's fur, Mew blew a raspberry at Lee. The grump was ruining their ship already.