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Dave winced. "Oh. Jesus. What, why'd they create a weapon? Some Giovanni-like ambitions going on, or what?"

What the fuck. "Unown...? Are you not a Silvally over there? Because you look like several other Pokémon stitched together but none of them are Unown." Dave squinted at him. He couldn't exactly identify what the components would be, but for one thing he clearly had bird talons (Skarmory...?)...

Dave glanced down the street. Fine, it wasn't like he was in a hurry to get anywhere. "Okay, let's back up a bit. Your real body as in, the one in not-Cibus, your original world? Your world has alchemy? Like, transmute lead into gold alchemy? And it works?"

Dave tilted his head. "...Alchemy?"

Drinks with Kora went okay. He wasn't exactly about to sit there getting hammered with him of all people, but one beer, fine, and he was left feeling a bit less restless by the time he headed home. Along Parfait Way, he eyed Bahamut and the Potluck lookalike from the Miracle Matters engaged in...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Kora. 'Really nice'? "Well, okay. I don't know what kinds of humans you've been around, but I'll take it." Drinks or lunch? It'd been like five seconds since Kora was dripping darkness at him, but okay. "...Tell you what, sure, we can get a drink." At least he could...

"Okay, Jesus, sorry for taking you at your word. When you're telling me all about how great he was the whole time he was alive, what the hell do you expect. If he actually sucked, then great, congrats, join the Terrible Dads club, it's pretty densely populated up here." Dave clenched his jaw...

Dave kept a wary eye on Kora. "...Didn't you say your dad made modifications to himself, and then they were passed on to you by some mumbo-jumbo means when he happened to have kids? Kinda sounds like he wasn't exactly out to make things like you." But it wasn't like he even knew anything about...

"What." What on God's green Earth. "Blueberry, but what the fuck are you talking about. I'm not your fucking dad."

Dave took a step back as Kora got way too close, staring at him in the creepiest way. "I mean, yeah, I've got a kid. What's your point?"

Chapter seventeen! Featuring the first of my elemental towns, Sharpedo brutality, and a jarring comedy routine. Chapter 17: The Shark and the Serpent When Mark exited the gym, he noticed that May wasn’t there. Even as he continued down the road, he saw no traces of her. He assumed she had...

"Until a year before he died? Any idea why he stopped?" Dave glanced at the bizarre Giratina-headpiece out of the corner of his eye. If it'd existed in his world, they probably could've found out which genes were involved, spliced them into another genome. Like Roselia's spikes, or Scyther's...

Dave looked away, a sudden tightness in his throat. "Right. Who the fuck knows." This was not even any of his goddamn business. "What, there something specific that made you reevaluate?"

Dave watched Kora as he talked, uncomfortably reminded of Green. Shit. "I mean, if you're worried your memory's been fucked with, Breaker's the one who confirmed what was going on with Soda. Said his mind was like, uh... shattered glass held together with silk? Something in that direction." He...

“Jesus.” The Miracle Matters apparently had the same kind of collection of wacky backstories Team Spectrum did. “I mean, the way genetics works in my world, if you alter your own body you’re generally not going to pass it on to your kids, directly. You’re sure he didn’t do anything to you?”

What on Earth was he on about. "Well, my 'heroics' if you could call them that aren't exactly the storybook type, if that's what you mean. Nobody's fawning over the virtues of geneticists advancing medical science." He debated for a moment whether he really wanted to know. "Okay, I'll bite. Who...

Dave recoiled as Kora transformed into something else. "The fuck? What's that about?" Maybe he shouldn't even be fucking surprised, after Brisa casually turning into a Zeraora every fight. "Unless my memory's wildly off, what Diyem said to us was we'd lose our memories and return exactly as we...

Dave stared at him. "The fuck do you mean you guys? What, did Diyem let you keep your memories?" God, what the fuck. Diyem had a lot to answer for if that was the case. He pointed the thought vaguely in Diyem's direction, in case it got an answer. "And what do you mean, actually a Zoroark?" he...

Dave squinted at him. Was that why he had this big complex about Soda? Just felt bad for leaving and having his memory wiped of his version, trying to make it up to a whole other Soda who never knew him anyway? “Look, we’ve known from the start that we’re going back with no memory of any of...

What the fuck was that fucking orgasmic look on his face talking about brain stew, for the love of God. "Well, I'm not exactly going to be here forever, so he'd better not need me."