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He really should have gone here sooner. Fuck. Had Flesh been here this whole time, in the dark, getting all his information from the last Substitute who still believed Soda was up there to depose an evil Arceus and rescue Adne and then put Cibus back the way it was? “Flesh,” he began, trying to...

It was lucky the God Squad paid for everything. Where did they get all the money, to be able to keep up all of Team Spectrum for all this time? Mia’s eyes narrowed in an instant as Rocky’s arm extended toward her. She lashed out with her scythe in a powerful downward slash. Maybe it’d cut the...

Dave let out a long sigh. “Look, we want to help him. This thing that’s in his head, it’s—” He paused. “I mean, do you know what’s going on, with Soda Prime on the moon?” Christ. Did he? Wasn’t it Green who was supposed to look after Flesh, and now he was in the Holding Cells? Had anyone told...

Jesus. Dave clambered back to his feet. “Flesh, I’m… I’m not going to hurt him. Why the fuck would you think that?”

Dave took a deep breath. "Flesh. Is he here right now? What, is that him?" He gestured at the translator hologram. "Are you him?" God, wouldn't that be something. "Look, if this is where the last Substitute has been this whole time, just... can we talk?" Under other circumstances the idea that...

Dave nodded slowly, on guard, ears perked at Flesh's hesitation. "Which ones?"

"We can battle first. The order doesn't matter," Mia said. "I don't think we need to eat food. Being able to taste it but not need it is good." There was a lot about being properly hatched that was good. Would battles feel like more now? She still didn't think she could feel pain. "I wanted to...

Dave blinked at the hologram. That was one way to do a translator device, he supposed. "Hey. He's talked about you a bunch, too." He looked around. "Are his Substitutes still coming round here often? They keeping the place clean?"

Mia arrived not long afterwards, following the sound of Rocky's battle cries to the correct room. "Hi," she said. "Do you want to get hotdogs? I want to taste them properly but Dave is busy." Dave probably didn't want her to tell them what he was busy with. He was still upset and acting weird...

Jesus. From everything he'd gathered Flesh seemed like basically a big puppy, but that didn't make him any less fucking terrifying. He entered the house and looked around. "So, uh, Brisa told me you had a translator gadget?"

Dave dragged himself to Soda's place despite how badly he wanted a drink and like a week of fucking sleep. He'd meant to visit Flesh before they even went to confront Eien, and yet time'd just slipped away from him into a blackout stupor and fuck, at least he could get things done first. He...

Hello I have been playing mafia for like fourteen years, but instead of being Dave this time I will be his daughter who is a lot less aggro and intimidating Name: Jean Ambrose Species: Vulpix Pokémorph Appearance: View...

Dave got the stone into the bag and hoisted it back onto his shoulders. He wondered fleetingly how Nate and the original Rocky had even known each other. He was pretty sure Mia'd told him Rocky was some kind of fucking mystery shapeshifter. "I'll tell her," he said, turning to leave again. "See...

Dave took a deep breath, nodding. "Right. Should probably check on that." He maneuvered the backpack off his back and onto the ground. "Mia said she wanted to train with you," he said stiffly as he made room to stuff the Ultra Stone inside. "Soon. Whenever. Test the new powers, whatever the fuck."

Dave blinked at the Ultra Stone, chest tightening. Was that what'd happened to the Mewtwo? Fuck. "Right. Thanks." He rolled the stone towards him with a paw, careful. "What, is Mewtwo...? Can it form a familiar or some shit? Or just trapped inside the stone?" What kind of existence would that...

Still on about-- What the fuck was Nate's damage? What, was he just going to act like it'd been some unfortunate goofy comment he was hung up on for no reason, like he hadn't attacked him in the fucking street over it? He fixed the Marshtomp with an incredulous glare while he weighed up how to...

Dave turned at the sound of the Marshtomp's voice, expecting some form of complaint about his general existence. Instead he got... what? He squinted at Nate. What the actual fuck was he playing at. "You want to help. What, is there nobody around for you to help that you don't think is some kind...

Eien hadn't even answered. Probably impossible to know, anyway. Whatever. He had better things to do. Like visit Flesh and see if they could finally find the last Substitute. "Yeah. Thanks for trying." Exhaling, he turned to leave.

"Wait, no, don't--" But the parasite was already dissolving into dust. Fuck. He looked at Eien, heart hammering. "You sense any kind of energy going towards the moon there? Or did your thing suppress it? Goddamn it." Of course they'd wound up killing it. Of course. He clenched his jaw, knot...

Whoops, this should have gone up yesterday, I swore I posted on Wednesday and not Tuesday Chapter eight is here, featuring more tedious junior trainer battles with a couple of interesting tidbits followed by some exciting infiltration and grand revelations in more or less exactly the form I...