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Mia awoke again at the touch of the Reviver Seed. She reformed her body in a few seconds, squinting at Rocky. "What are you?" she asked. "Infernape can't use Sheer Cold."

Mia was about to deal a final blow when everything changed. The flames disappeared, the heat gave way to icy cold. Her goopy body rapidly froze from the outside in, leaving her suspended in a pillar of ice. As the cold dug in towards her core, Mia only barely had room to narrow her eyes at the...

Mia was winning. She could take this one. She pressed on through the heat; her form bubbled erratically, but held its shape. A low Feint aimed for the legs, to throw off his defensive efforts, then knock him down with Acrobatics? Something like that.

"I mean, I see what you mean about the fucking mind-reading." This was what he'd been doing to Brisa constantly, whenever he pleased? What a prick. He squinted at the photograph she showed him. Christ. Some kind of mental manifestation? Well, whatever else he could say about the fucker, and...

Protect. Hmm. Mia circled around him, pushing to stay ahead of the Flamethrower as Rocky tried to follow her with it. Keeping up this speed for a long time was tiring. The flames licked her feet, yet again, and she bared her teeth as the ectoplasm boiled, dissolved, and reformed. What if she...

What? That was all? Wasn’t she at least going to... ...Fuck it. If she wanted to go, he was all too happy to leave this place behind. Dave stood up, threw a glance at the Delphox, and followed Brisa out.

"Shit." Brisa'd seen -- goddamn it. Something clenched in his chest, a heaving shred of willpower reviving to explain -- what? What exactly? He grimaced and waited for her to say something, a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Yeah, no shit," Dave said. He wanted to say more, but didn't. He sat down too, looking around the room. Everything was weirdly silent, save for the sounds of their breathing as they recovered. That memory was still there, his legs were still shaking, but it was beginning to lose a bit of its...

((brief blood/violent ideation mention)) Dave was shaking as the awful invasive force in his head abruptly snapped back and left him. "Fuck," he snarled, rubbing at his head with a paw. Jesse's eye seemed to be bleeding as he recoiled from the psychic rebound. Dave tried to find some grim...

Mia was already moving back out of range as soon as her attack made contact; Rocky's first countering Fire Punch grazed her foot, the black goo that formed it splattering and reforming with a searing tingle, but she was out of reach before he could hit her with the next. She zipped around in the...

((OOC: some disturbing violent/briefly suicidal ideation in here)) What… what was he doing. Dave’s ears flattened back against his head. Miracle Eye? What was that? Was he supposed to have any fucking idea what– Everything fell in on itself, the Delphox’s mind pressing against his own, finding...

Dave clenched his jaw, his back fur fluffing up automatically at the much larger Pokémon looming over him. He still felt sick, his insides crawling with a nauseating chill. "Sure, Freud, nice job ignoring everything I just said," he said; it came out in a tense snarl. "You've spent most of the...

"Yeah, well, some people know that God fucking told them to commit murder. Doesn't make it true." Dave looked away from the Delphox. Why was he even still here? Wasn't the point here that Brisa was going to get to confront him, and now she'd just fucked off? Grilling this guy had been fun but...

Dave returned to reality with a choked yelp, stumbling, heart hammering in his chest, a nauseating taste of blood in his mouth. "Jesus," he muttered. "Even with the cowboy shtick I didn't know you literally lived in the fucking 1800s." He took a moment to get his bearings; it didn't help much...

“Yeah?” A flicker of uncertainty crossed Dave’s mind and was immediately snuffed out by the blazing desire to prove this bastard wrong. “Sure. Let’s hear it.”

“As opposed to you, who just fucked off one day and never returned? Yeah, stellar father-daughter relationship. She regularly calls you a motherfucker, but I guess you didn’t know that because you haven’t even seen her in fucking years.”

"Based on what, she thought really hard about it one time because she wanted to get you out of her fucking head? Not exactly the gold standard of evidence there."

Glad to hear you let your daughter kill and die for a good reason. Dave's stomach twisted; he bared his teeth at the Delphox. "Oh, wow, Mr. fucking Listening Comprehension over here. No, jackass, she had impulses to kill and then she didn't act on them, because I fucking taught her not to, until...

Dave gritted his teeth, feeling his pulse pounding in his ears. "Mia didn't just fucking murder someone off the street. She was there rescuing a kid who'd been kidnapped, with a bunch of other kids, from a bunch of gun-wielding god-botherers out to kill all of them. They were in the fucking right."

Dave's lips twisted into a snarl. "Brisa's alive and Mia isn't because you didn't have a bunch of murderous shits target her for being who she is, you reprehensible fuckwad. You think they wouldn't have shot her too? What, you think you could've stopped them, as a human, without the fucking...