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"Huh. Yeah, that's fucked. Somebody skipped the ethics board." Maybe he'd seen the arm when they'd first gathered? He wondered what it'd be like to lose a limb, get used to it, and then be returned to a body that has it again. Hold on, she never wanted one to begin with? "Wait, how'd you lose...

Dave scowled. Her hostility was nothing new after every reporter and nosy passerby at the time, but still exasperating. "Viable as in able to live, contrast the nonviable embryos that died in the first couple weeks. Pay attention." He took a gulp of his drink. "Look, we never meant to make any...

Dave waved a paw. "Nah, we've got open scientific databases of hypothetical genome sequences and molecular printers to synthesize the DNA strands. Completely artificial. No Pokémon were harmed, et cetera. We just..." He let out a long, exhausted sigh, chugged down the rest of the glass. "Okay...

"Human. I mean, you really can't fucking tell in here. I guess the answer's no?" Dave took a swig of his drink. "As for combining human and Pokémon genomes, well, ultimately the goal was medical. You know how humans are squishier than Pokémon? Pokémon can heal all kinds of shit that a human...

Dave raised a skeptical eyebrow-ridge at Curio's response, but left it alone. "Yeah. Genetics. Invented a way to viably combine human and Pokémon genomes. It was pretty fucking genius and then, uh, got derailed." He glanced at Curio. "What kinda world did you come from again? Did you have...

Dave snort-laughed, for longer than he wanted to. Shit. He might have been a little drunk. Dave blinked at her. "Shit," he muttered. He'd been by when Brisa was unconscious, mostly to see exactly how hard Maple'd fucked all of them over with this Radiance thing, but nobody'd been able to tell...

"Hah. Yeah." Dave wondered vaguely what Cynthian's worst fears would be. "I got one of the slugs, you know. Knocked it out of a Garchomp. He's in a cage in the Dojo right now. You know they can answer questions? Got any questions for a brainslug?" Dave frowned. He supposed Maple had said...

"Huh. They can infect us too? Kinda figured we might be immune, what with everything else." He supposed that was a good reason to keep... Squiggly contained for now. He'd gone and bought him a bigger glass cage, stuck some berries in and left him in the Hidden Quarters, but couldn't quite shake...

"Wait, what." Dave blinked at Curio. "He's..." Diyem. D-M. Dark Matter. Dave giggled. "Seriously?" Later. He could think about that later. "Well, I sniffed out Maple's power level. She could kill us all with her little fucking finger, and also obliquely threatened to do just that if she ever...

"Hi," Dave said. "Did you know Maple's some kind of fucking monstrosity? Because I recently found that out."

Dave sat at the bar with his third glass of beer, trying his hardest to forget that Maple existed. So far, he was successful insofar as how on earth he could actually use a glass, on any level, was a more fascinating scientific puzzle than Maple could ever fucking hope to be. He tried to notice...

For a moment Dave's blood ran cold, then hot. So this was it, huh? She'd shown her true colors. What better to expect from the fucking God Squad? The gall of this cheery cult pretending they were friends. He wanted to tell her exactly where to shove it, but he didn't. His mouth had dried up, an...

"Brisa... what?" She was bedridden? "Where is she? Jesus Christ. People explode? What's overuse? Who the fuck are you and why should we trust anything you say after you pull this shit?"

Dave narrowed his eyes at Maple. "Okay, so overuse does what?"

"So... just being near somebody with Radiance pushes it onto you? So it's infectious? And you think that's great and you should expose us all to it?" Dave gave Maple a flat stare. "And you still haven't told me exactly what the fuck you mean by overuse can harm yourselves." He was silent for a...

Wait, holy shit. What the hell was Maple? Dave took a step back without thinking about it, alarmed. No regular-ass Smeargle could... what the fuck. "...Hold on," he said when he finally digested what she'd just said. "Against Bahamut?"

Dave jumped as Maple appeared out of nowhere, his fur standing on end, and irritably tried to get it to smooth itself back. "Don't play dumb. I didn't fucking agree to this. You did something to me even though I said no. And you said, what, overuse can harm yourselves? That's the vaguest terms...

Dave only made a quick visit to the Hidden Quarters to leave Squiggly there ("I'll be back later and then we can get you out of the damn jar, all right?") before heading back out. He had something more pressing to attend to. He shoved open the door of Wigglytuff's Guild as decisively as he...

Dave sighed. “Yeah. I guess.” With that, he accompanied Owen back to the Dojo, along with Squiggly the Shade.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Dave rolled his eyes. ...But they probably should have a name for it, shouldn’t they, if only to be able to talk about it. He sagged. “Look, it’s just, we can call it Squiggly or something. Squiggly? You okay with that? Chirp once for yes.” He looked back at the Shade in the...