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Dave blinked at her for a moment. "Look, it's not your responsibility to do shit. There's like a couple dozen of us. I don't know what duties you think you've got at home but over here you really don't have to play lone superhero."

Dave stopped, looking at Brisa, the way she was almost visibly shrinking under his gaze. What had just happened? "Look, fine, I'll ask." He fished Squiggly out of his bag. "Hey," he said. "Can you see my memories? One for yes, two for no?" The rock was still for a moment, then wobbled...

Dave narrowed his eyes at her. "No. It's just like, oh, cool, I can feel he's happy." He thought of Nate. "And, you know, if you're a ball of anxiety I guess they will be too. They don't really say words. I mean, I guess if he can see my memories I wouldn't really know." He turned towards Owen...

"There's this psychic thing. You can feel them thinking a bit, and they're affected by what you're feeling. And it seems to be able to boost our power." Dave sighed at the look on her face. "Look, they're not dangerous like this. They can't even get out of the rock. And it's not their fault."

Dave's eyes slid towards Brisa as she mentioned her father again, in a strangely tense tone of voice. She'd never answered him on where the fuck she'd got that violent animal bullshit from, but he was sure developing some suspicions. Fucking hell. "Yeah, if that's the case, there's no way...

Dave's ears perked as Owen spoke up. "Yeah. See, none of it adds up. Maple's clearly something different entirely. Didn't Bahamut say his power was basically Radiance? So if Joule is another Necrozma, and Maple's powers are Radiance-based, it sure sounds like that's connected."

Dave nodded along with her. "Yeah, no, that sounds like some bullshit. Maple's going around with this whole team of others, in disguise, traveling to different worlds, and supposedly just bound to whatever Arceus tells her in each place. They seem more like some kind of... interdimensional team...

Dave cracked a smile at that. "Don't we all." He scrolled through the information on the badge. Honestly, this was great stuff - a clarifying summary of events and revelations, sprinkled with on-point observations. Again, he suspected Brisa was probably one of the smartest people here, never...

Huh. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." He moved to her side. "Want to give me the cliff notes on what you've got so far? I never know what kind of shit I've just missed entirely by not being around for something."

Dave turned around at the sound of his name. It was... Brisa? She wanted to talk to him? Okay then. He approached warily. "Hey. What's going on?"

Reviewed chapter eight of envy of eden; should be another extra BLEC.

Ooh, is this N. Are we going to see Carnel again. The POV here is a lot of fun; very alien, especially with them being so unnerved when flesh creatures contort themselves into different shapes. Gathering this is Klink. Love this bit of N going a bit above and beyond, because of course he...

"I think I'm good for now, thanks." Dave emptied the battle items out of his bag to lighten it and then put Squiggly back in it. Would've been nice to be able to just leave him in the room, but apparently not. He hoisted the bag onto his back. "Well, I think I'm heading out to see a bit more of...

Dave shrugged. "Haven't been here very long, but it feels a lot more like where I used to live than Treasure Town, apart from the nonsense tech."

Dave almost started to object to the "way you've been reacting" shit (what was that supposed to mean), but no, if Owen was going to change the subject to something not involving his child soldier murder past, that was a-okay by him. He waved a paw. "No, no, it's fine. Can't be that bad."

A cold shiver trickled down Dave's spine. "Jesus." Fucking hell. Owen had killed people? Owen? (Again he wondered exactly how fucking old he was - was he some kind of child soldier?) And why the fuck was he telling him this, out of the blue, here? All he wanted was a goddamn roommate. How was...

Dave turned around and stared at him. "Jesus. What the fuck? Who was -- why?"

"Cool. Thanks." Dave set his bag down on the bed on the other side. Honestly he half-wanted to just crash right now. How long had it been since he'd slept in an actual bed? Dave looked up. "Hmm? You mean when you got shadowed in the fight?"

Fuck. What? "That's not... I mean, he wasn't puppeteering the Garchomp around. They just bring out whatever shit's going on in people's own heads, right? It's not like he decided to stab you." On the floor, Squiggly wobbled uncertainly. Did the shade feel guilty about stabbing Owen? Come on...

Dave squinted at the rock, trying to feel the psychic link. As best he could tell, Squiggly felt fine. Right? There was a tinge of worry there, but... that was probably just echo, wasn't it. Goddamn it. "Yeah, he's fine." He watched Shady bump into Squiggly. Squiggly bumped back, making a light...