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Dave looked at the Shade in the jar. "...Just to be sure, one chirp for yes and two for no, is anyone coordinating you?" He scowled at Owen's suggestion. "I... look..." He looked at the Shade's wriggling form again for a few moments, reluctant. Was he seriously stuck with it? Why wasn't it...

Dave stared at the jar. One way or another, he was inclined to believe it, that it had no idea what they were talking about. "Do you know how many other people have been possessed?" Probably not, at this point. "Are you at all coordinated? Like, is there somebody telling you to infect...

"We're not letting it out out. I'm not dumb. We can put it in a nice cell or something. Somewhere it can at least, you know, turn around in?" He scowled at Soda. "Look, it understands what we're saying, answers questions and can do mental arithmetic. Does Arceus teach you it only counts if it's...

Dave hesitated. It was sapient, understood math. The notion of keeping it in a small jar was... uncomfortable. On the other hand, it was also a fucking brain slug that possessed people, and just letting it out because it was cute would be idiotic. "Hey. We can get you out of the jar, but only...

Dave's ears perked up at the three chirps. "Huh. What else do you understand? What's two plus two? Do you have a name?"

Dave blinked as the Shade chirped at him. Oh. Oh no. Had it just imprinted on him? Had he just become responsible for another grotesque horrorblob in a jar? Somehow he didn't think this one would grow up into a merely slime-covered kid. "Uh." Even so, his mind buzzed with what this meant...

Dave looked at the squirming Shade for a second, then glanced back at Owen before turning to Soda. “Hey,” he said. “I don’t know about your universe, but where I come from we think it’s bad to intentionally leave people to die, even if they’re shitty. Fancy that. Did Arceus ever figure out that...

Dave winced as he looked at the struggling Shade. "Hey, Soda, got any way to capture that thing? Or do we just...?"

Soda? Soda was here. Why did the fucking God Squad have to intervene, of all people. Whatever. He charged towards the Garchomp, hoping to get an Assurance in while the golden barrier was still protecting him.

"Nip, attack!" Dave yelled. Shit. What was Owen doing? Was he seriously going to try to attack, while already skewered on the Garchomp's claw? Dave glanced from him to the Garchomp now stalking towards him, took a deep breath, and tried to replicate whatever it was he'd done to make the Radiant...

Dave probably looks like this when radiant. All that static electricity radiance

"Hey!" Dave barked at the Garchomp, his fur fluffed to make him as big as possible, standing on end with static energy. "You know what? I saw your fight with that Arbok and you're a fucking disgrace. Can't win a normal fucking battle without cheating, huh? Nice work, jackass." The Taunt laced...

Dave punched the badge ungainfully with his paw, selected the tracker, punched whichever dot was closest. "Hey! Little help in the marketplace? There's a Garchomp trying to fucking murder us, or an Arbok. Tell Diyem! Get everyone who can!" He could go, like Owen was saying. But Owen probably...

Dave froze as the Garchomp charged at him, panic shooting through his body. The instinct that said run away pumped energy into his legs, prepared him to bolt out of there. And yet something stopped him anyway, rooted him to the spot, a curious sudden blazing conviction, something hot and bright...

Dave stepped back as the Garchomp noticed them. How strong was this thing? He concentrated on his nose, trying to smell its power - but also take note of whether it had a distinguishing scent, something he could use to find other infected. He eyed the tea-selling Charmander approaching. "Hey...

Dave looked up. "I'm going to make a wild guess that this is that Garchomp." He inclined his head at Owen and took off on a run towards the sound.

Dave blinked at Owen's quick recovery, again reminded disarmingly of Jean. How old was he, anyway? He took a breath. "Huh. I was figuring she just didn't use her full power against you. Maybe?" He paused. "Don't ask how the fuck, but I could smell somehow that... that if we take her down...

Dave stopped, looking properly at Owen for the first time a while. What? His first instinct was a kneejerk annoyance, but the Charmander's big sad eyes just made him think of Jean, and it gave way to something else entirely. Fuck. He sighed, averting his gaze. "Look, Owen, it's... it's fine...

Jeez. He glanced towards Owen, then back in the direction Diyem was pointing them. His heartrate had slowed down by now, the adrenaline worn off, replaced by a general sort of just feeling like shit. God, this investigation couldn't be done soon enough. "Cool. Okay. I guess we don't even need...

Dave looked up. Oh, just fucking Darkwhite hanging around in the restaurant, no big deal. Transformed into a Minun, we could tell but probably nobody else. Said a lot of shit about how 'ooh, you didn't believe me about the society falling into darkness, how dare you', and 'oh, I'm the bad guy...