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Every blow Dave dealt to Maple's head splattered corrosive liquid Blacklight onto her, weakening her. Great. Now the rest of them'd just-- He looked around. Where were the rest of them, anyway? It was... just Brisa. She strained to attack with all she had, but Maple was too sturdy. Brisa's...

They needed to take down Maple's head quick, before she could get the attack she was preparing off, and Dave charged, shadows sprouting in his footsteps, weaving around her flailing arm with less coordination than ideal. He wouldn't be protected this time if she struck back, not if he was going...

Maple was gigantic and insane and not at all the real issue. Dave'd drunk more than he should before the fight, and could feel it in how he was slightly unsteady. Finish this. All they had to do was finish this, and then, well... He shuddered and gritted his teeth. Fuck. All they had to do was...

Beta-read chapter four of Context Switch + hours upon hours of drawing to complete challenges. Sell Venom Seed x2 in favor of Chilly Seed x2; sell a Sitrus Berry and two Max Elixirs to buy Renewal Seed/Divine Berry/Blessed Elixir. Disable Umbral Barfight in favor of Shadow Charge.

After buying a few beers to go and downing a few shots of whiskey at the Cauldron, Dave goes to inform Green and Yellow about what happened at Spirits' Edge. (Probably gets Green to come with him to Yellow’s post again, and gives them the beers.) In particular, that Soda Prime treated his old...

Hey. I just spoke to Soda Prime at Spirit’s Edge. He’s, he’s lost his fucking mind. I’m… After this whole Maple thing we need to figure out how we can get there and stop him, fast. Also, he said there is somebody else controlling Blacklight Mewtwo and they’ve split themselves thin, in a...

Dave let out a tense breath that shook, and abandoned whatever he might have been planning to say in favor of silence. They just had to make it in time, while there was still anything left of him to salvage. <><><><><>

I also beta-read chapter 49 of The Legendarian Chronicles (with extra BLECs).

Dave nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, as soon as I can. Don’t go shooting anyone, okay? It, it just adds more shit we’d have to deal with. It’d just make it take longer.” It felt almost like arguing with Mia, in a way. A spot of comfortable familiarity in the middle of absolute batshit. “Take care.” He...

Dave's gut clenched at Soda's hesitation. A thread to pull on, and yet, the Zoroark felt so fragile, teetering on a knife's edge, like any pulling on the thread might unravel him entirely. He took a step back. "Yeah. You know, yeah, sometimes I do want that. But I can't come with you right now...

Dave stared at him, and at his outstretched hand, a tightness in his chest. What the fuck. What the fuck. "Soda, there's... there's another thing I wanted to ask you," he said, and couldn't keep his voice from wavering. "I talked to your Substitute, the one who's keeping an eye on Flesh. He...

Oh, right, my mate and my old world and stuff, yeah. That. A deep chill went through Dave. This wasn't fucking Soda anymore. How would Yellow react if he were here, after he'd attacked him just for saying her name like it doesn't matter? Fuck. Fuck. He inhaled sharply through his nose. "What...

Still didn't want to think very hard about the bits he didn't remember, huh. Dave wanted burningly to get him to confront all the glaring holes in his memory and motivations, but on the other hand Soda Prime had the power to fucking level Destiny Village with his moon cannon, and was so hopped...

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you mean, seemed like?" Green had mentioned his mind was fuzzy on this too, but he hadn't described slapping power onto Owen for safekeeping at all - just wiping his memory. Did Prime remember shit Green didn't, or was one of them lying?

Dave hesitated a moment. "No. He'd been acting a bit weird, then we took a psychic trip into his mind to unlock that memory block on him and help him kill the thing." He kept a wary eye on Soda, for how he reacted. Would he admit it'd been him? Should he actually press him if he didn't? "If you...

"I mean, yeah. You also fucking flew. I'm just..." He stared at her. "So long as you're okay, all right? Not a big fan of people going through involuntary body horror transformations." He shuddered at the memory of hugging Jean for the first time after her evolution, all sudden gangly limbs and...

Dave's ears perked. So Soda knew someone else was behind the Mewtwo, someone who wasn't Giovanni. Someone who used Substitutes too, or at least split up into multiple beings. "See, I don't think that's fucking boring. If he's split up and has brain parasites at large in people, he's still...

Fuck. Of course she had to turn this around on him. You didn't come to my fucking sports games, Dad. Well, sorry if he didn't particularly enjoy watching her get beaten up by a bunch of fucking legendaries-- He took a deep breath. "Well, Owen still looks like a goddamn Charizard. Nobody said...

And what, that was it? No remorse or even hesitation, just tips? Dave kept his gaze on Soda, wary. "I came here to check on you," he said after a second. "We're pretty sure Giovanni's Mewtwo is a lot stronger than he seemed. He planted some kind of mind-control parasite in Owen that we managed...

Dave stood up, gaze fixed on Brisa. She was still in this bipedal form, shaking hands with Bone as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, what the fuck is going on with..." He gestured vaguely at her. "...that?"