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Time for chapter 23, wherein the Pokémon Festival continues to have a very questionable taste in officially sanctioned events. This chapter went and did this thing of including some of the Pokémon's thoughts in italics in the middle of battle, stepping out of Mark's POV randomly. I was going to...

Dave rolled his eyes at the jab about the moon. Rich from the guy from the team that never figured out Giovanni's big switcheroo. "Actually, I was here about that dumb show fight we had. Pretty obvious something was up with you people's defenses. Got this silver barrier going on at the start...

Dave glanced at the book he was reading. Some sort of Destiny Village travel guide? He raised an eyebrow. "What, never got around to the touristing you wanted back in your Cibus?"

Weird energy shields, depleting defenses, Knockoff Owen's weird taunts - one way or another, something was up with that fight. Was it rigged? Was there some legendary bullshit going on here, a couple of gods making bets and 'helping' their side along? Either way, not as advertised. So after the...

Logging about an hour of writing.

Dave started at the touch. "Hey, whoa, that's--" It was what? Was he seriously going to tell them to stop? Huggiest fifteen-year-old on the planet who was soon to return to the world where they'd been recruited to save the world by someone who didn't give a shit, currently worrying they weren't...

Dave waved a paw. "Yeah, yeah, not you, I mean the fucking Voice, or whoever brought him there. They should let him go home." The kid had looked scared for a moment there. Fuck. He rubbed his face, sighing. "And yeah, good. Your uncle and whoever else, adults who actually know what they're...

Dave stared at Saltriv. "...How old is he?" he asked, and had the worst feeling about the answer. He shook his head. "Look, regardless of what's behind the shadow thing, whoever is forcing the two of you into playing heroes against your will isn't much better. If they've given you some special...

Oh, Jesus. So people were dying. "Yeah, if that's a thing that's happening on the regular somehow, you should be extremely skeptical." Dave narrowed his eyes at Saltriv. "You really fucking sure your friend's actually a human and not one of these idiots faking it for glory? Because this all...

Dave sighed, dropping his head onto the armrest. At least Saltriv had been fine in Cibus so far. More than fine; they almost singlehandedly kept half the team from exploding most fights. Some Shadow shit, but nothing life-threatening. Maybe, in Cibus, Jean could have actually been a fucking...

"...Huh." Another alternate Cibus. And their uncle had also been fifteen. Jesus. He took a deep breath. "Look, I remember being fifteen, I know you feel very grown-up, but where I come from fifteen-year-olds being enlisted to run into mortal danger fighting threats are called 'child soldiers'...

Oh, Christ. They were omen heroes? A human and a teenage Pokémon just pulled in by their world's Maple equivalent to do the world-saving? Dave flopped into the sofa with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, look. This is bullshit. It should not be up to you to save a world. You're fifteen years...

Jesus. Was that like what was going on in Cibus? Hard to tell. "Why do you say you have to save the world? Isn't there anyone else around? Like, some responsible adults whose job it is to take care of threats?"

Dave blinked. "Shadow Pokémon? Like... our shadow shit? Dark Matter stuff?"

Oh, Jesus. Dave rubbed at his face with a paw and then stepped aside to let the Meganium in. Saltriv towered over him, which made it all the harder to remind himself that the kid was fucking fifteen. And apparently wanted to be a hero. "So look," he said once they were in, closing the door...

Dave tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes. "Uh, I guess? About what?"

Logging about three hours of writing.

A knock on the front door startled Dave awake with a jolt. He groaned as he dragged himself out of bed, still aching after yesterday's dumb show fight. If anyone ever proposed something like this again, he'd just ditch it. "Hello?" he mumbled as he opened the door, then blinked. "...Saltriv?"

Thank you for the awesome art and reinterpretation of Monarking! :D Also thrilled because I had been thinking to myself that I'd kind of missed an opportunity by not showing Aquarium City in the chapter art, but here you've provided exactly the kind of image I was thinking of. Excellent...

I have read chapter one and this is my primary takeaway: (But also I enjoy your environmental descriptions, the backstory intrigue hints, and Neo and Novo being such present and distinct personalities, would definitely like to read more when I get the chance)