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Dave's gut clenched. A fucking warning shot, indeed. "Well, Deoxys got pretty good and vaporized too. He's not dead but he's reduced to a fucking orb. Doesn't seem easy to bring him back. Unless you know a better way."

His charisma. Sure. He tried to wet his drying mouth. "So the other day a few of us were trying to approach the moon, see what was going on. Deoxys, Vix, some familiars. They got shot down by some kind of Blacklight cannonblast. Was that you? Or the Unown? Or somebody else?"

Dave stared at Soda for a moment. He sounded jarringly normal, for somebody whose brain was a fucking glass shard spiderweb surrounded by fucking Unown on the goddamn Moon. "We're... fine." God, what the fuck. He hesitated for a long moment. "Is it just you and the Unown up there? How'd you get...

It was him. He was there. And not... some kind of Unown puppet, or whatever the hell he'd been starting to imagine. He let out a breath. "Hey. You all right? What's the deal with the Unown?"

Well, that sure didn't sound like any part of Soda's plan. Dave's pulse pounded uncomfortably in his technically immaterial throat. "Creating what? He doing that for you?"

Dave squinted at the lights ahead. "Busy with what?"

This was incredibly fucking trippy. The Unown weren't speaking so much as creating a silent mental impression, a thought that wasn't his own just present in his head. "Is he there? Alive?"

Dave's ears stood up pin-straight. "Hear what?" He stared into the void. "Soda?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dave growled. His heart had been hammering sickeningly the entire way there, and something about this place seemed to make every hair on his body stand on end in anticipation of something, and why the fuck was his body doing anything at all in fucking Spirits' Edge, that didn't...

Dave's jaws snapped shut on nothing as the Absol dodged out of the way - straight into Starr and Brisa, who pummeled him with that coordinated combination of moves they tended to use for the real fights. "I'm going all-out!" Brisa yelled, and he pulled on another dose of Radiance unthinkingly...

Brisa lit up with energy and... fucking stood up, on her hind legs, ethereal chains growing from her arms, broken. And then just... ran forward bipedally to attack, as if nothing were more natural. "Brisa, wh... the fuck?!" And not long after that she just lifted off the goddamn ground. Dave...

Dave wasn't sure how he'd let Brisa talk him into this. Apparently she and Starr had had a Colosseum match scheduled against the Marowak/Blaziken/Absol team, and they were going to have Vix along with them, only now Vix was dead, and they really really needed a third person and everyone else had...

"...Right. I'll talk to him, see what he says. Sounds worth a try, after we fight Maple." God. Another fight. He didn't have much time left to visit Spirit's Edge, either. He'd better get going there. As soon as he'd visited Green and he'd hopefully convinced Yellow.

Dave squinted at Bahamut. "What do you mean by that? Forcing him to his mindscape - what, can you communicate with him from there, help him find what's wrong?" Still. If there was a chance to fix Soda's mind, without breaking him altogether? Green at least would probably be down to try, right...

“As in… dive into their heads too? Is that the same kind of block?”

After the Owen mind-dive, Dave heads to the Holding Cells to talk to Green again. First, he's going to ask him about what Owen just told them - that he was there with Blacklight Mewtwo and seemed not to know what he was doing. Presumably this was when he was ostensibly working as a spy for...

“Maybe he was holding back because Giovanni was controlling him,” Dave said. “If somebody thinks he’s controlling you, might not want to show how much power you have, right?” Soda, not knowing what he was doing. That… sounded interesting. He’d have to ask Green about that later.

Dave lingered for a moment. “You sure it’s gone? There’s nothing else there? Did you recover your memory of the time that was blocked?”

“That thing,” Dave said, still trying to spit the foul taste out of his mouth. “When I bit it I felt this… It’s the Blacklight Mewtwo, I’m fucking sure of it.”

Was biting it even a good idea? Could it latch onto-- He leapt forward before he could think about it too hard, jaws locking around the wriggling thing.