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He'd really thought that sounded suspiciously specific, but apparently not. "Well, where I come from, the notion of just taking a human and turning them into a Pokémon is silly science fiction. Not realistic on any level. A lot of things that are possible here are pretty absurd by my reckoning...

It didn't sound like Puff entirely got it - hadn't he just said the Pokémorphs weren't useful for anything practical, which was a good thing - but whatever, at least he wasn't coming in with random pedophilia accusations, like some people. "I'm not exactly intimately familiar with what Reshiram...

Dave padded up to the door, slowly. "Yeah. I'll let you know." Somewhere behind him, Shadow was shivering. His throat closed up as he looked at Brisa. Abruptly, something strange came over him, and he pulled her into a hug.

Dave clenched his jaw. "Yeah. Yeah, I get that." He took a deep breath. Wanted to just get out of here. His insides roiled and twisted in tight knots. If he could just talk to Soda, maybe everything would make sense, one way or another. "...Look, I've been talking to him. Maybe he's up to...

Dave's ears perked, but he'd better answer the question first. "Well, what we were going for was just stuff like healing technology for regular old humans. You've got berries and elixirs over here, right? We've got those kinds of things in my world, and a lot of other stuff too, but it only...

Dave listened silently, teeth clenched. A thousand objections came to mind as she spoke - the others could be lying too, why would Soda even insist the others wouldn't have done it if he was just an evil bastard the whole time, it's not like we know what the fuck Maple saw in Moonlit Forest, why...

"Well, I'm human. Back home, I'm a geneticist. I worked on research into how to take the principles behind useful stuff Pokémon can do and apply them to humans as well. Like, Pokémon are good at healing; humans, not nearly so much. So I was trying to find out if we could get humans to heal like...

He took a breath that burned in his lungs. Brisa's anger tightened the knot in his stomach, suffocated him. He wanted to not be here, to just never have come to Cibus, to not have somehow convinced another person to call him Dad just so he could be a shitty one to her too. "I said never mind...

Dave listened, trembling on his feet. "And what, you noticed and figured all this shit and made yourself a working hypothesis and just chose to keep it to yourself up until now? Just, oh, who the fuck cares, not like it could be important?" Shadow shuddered, wincing. "For the record I have seen...

Dave raised an eyebrow. "'Dark warrior', huh. That's dramatic." This interview thing was pretty inane, but at least he was well used to it from back home. "Fire away."

“I haven’t already decided shit,” Dave snarled. “Sure sounds like she has, though. Before she even fucking saw this.” Brisa's face fell, in a mixture of disappointment, apprehension, a flash of something from the Voidlands. Sombra's stare bored through him. His gut roiled and twisted as he...

Dave stared at Sombra, heart pounding uncomfortably. "Soda's given plenty of fucking information. What, he's suspicious now because he also isn't a huge fan of being suspected on the grounds of existing as what he is? I would've thought you'd be pretty fucking familiar with--" A ding from...

Anger rose in his chest. "The fuck do you mean, the others aren't capable? That's news to me. Hello Maple with all of her highly suspect fucking nonsense and threats to murder everyone. Have you ever even talked to him?"

Dave glanced at Sombra as Shadow looked up in alarm. "What, why? He's a bit of a dick, doesn't understand the concept of privacy, but he's basically a good guy. I like him. More than the rest of the fucking God Squad, at any rate." Shadow watched anxiously, ears flat.

The pain in her voice was palpable, her ears drooping. Dave thought of a thousand times of Jean just like that. Fuck. He put his bottle down on the bedside table with a heavy sigh and awkwardly massaged his eyelids. Paws were hard. "Look, I'm sorry. We can spar sometime if you want. Just...

Snap, twist, crush. Sure, he could take a drubbin’. Dave’s grip tightened on his bottle. “Look, I just don’t really feel like more fucking fighting right now.” There was an unexpected tremble to his voice and he looked away, took a stiff breath. What the fuck. Shadow raised his head, ears...

“A beer’s not going to break any of your bones. Or, you know, temporarily kill you. That’s a plus.” Shadow let out a quiet whine that he ignored. Brisa did fight a lot. She sparred with Mia a bunch, which was good because the rest of the time Mia loved to be sparring with fucking Nate or his...

Dave glanced at her, sipping his beer. “I don’t know, I’m not quite Pokémon enough to be dying to fight people just for the hell of it. But more power to you.” Brisa often talked about this idea of understanding and communicating with people through fighting, and had a literal move to do that...

Dave raised his eyebrows. It checked out that that was a Pokémon’s idea of therapy, he supposed, in the sort of way it checked out that Pokémon flirted by beating each other up. “So you, uh, enjoyed it?” Did people enjoy therapy? Maybe Pokémon would enjoy therapy by combat. That tracked.

"No idea who that is." Dave sipped his drink. "But, uh, I'm guessing they're not secretly an emotionless husk putting up a fake-cheery front? Because that's what Bean is."