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Nate snorted when Mergo went over the Blacklight's tragic backstory. The atmosphere grew more tense from there, though, until the ice in Mergo's glass finally cracked with a snap that made Rocky jump in his seat. In the silence that followed, Nate realized he was staring. Holy shit. This was...

The gardevoir kind of spaced out in the middle of what Nate was saying, and he hesitated, briefly. But whatever, psychic, he was probably meditating or some shit. Nate took the opportunity to top up the gardevoir's glass, then his own. Probably he should slow down a bit... nah. Things were going...

"Okay, you're right. He was being controlled by the Blacklight and all, didn't know what he was doing, blah blah blah. But he ain't got a cuddly backstory like that zoroark, saved a bunch of orphans, liberated some shit, all that. Guy was a bastard long before he showed up on Cibus. Chased the...

"Right, right," Nate said with a dismissive wave. "Well, more like you gotta punch all the Blacklight shit outta them first, or they won't listen to your friendship whatever." "You already knew that," Rocky pointed out. "Lucius told us." "Right." Nate gripped his glass a little tighter. "I'm...

"Thanks," Nate said, and poured himself a glass. He was almost tempted to try one of the fancy ice cubes. Almost. He did have some standards, here. He took a careful sip while the gardevoir went on. "Oh, yeah, I hear you," Nate said. "Don't care much for humans myself. Or the pokémon around...

"Power of hope, huh? I thought it was supposed to be, like, some kind of energy thing. Makes pokémon stronger, makes them stronger when they get turned into a pokémon. That's what Buffet told me, anyhow. Sounds like bullshit to me. As far as I can tell, the humans on our team ain't no stronger...

Nate frowned and leaned back in his seat. "Gotta admit, I ain't exactly paid a lot of attention to Cibus politics. I mean, being here"--he waved a hand around, taking in Destiny Village in general--"well, it's not exactly the kind of place I'd expect to see much pushback against the legends...

"I'm from Cibus!" Rocky said brightly. Nate suppressed an eyeroll. "I mean, my world has pokémon," he said. Were there ones out there that didn't, at all? Now there was a fucking depressing thought. "But outside of Cibus everywhere I've been has had at least regular animals too. Like bugs that...

Rocky laughed. "See? Don't be so grumpy." Nate only folded his arms and scowled. Some joke. Well, whatever. At least he had a better idea of the kind of person he was dealing with. Rocky was chattering away, apparently over his earlier discomfort. A joke at Nate's expense was good for that...

Nate's mouth twisted downwards in a grimace of disgust. "I ain't a monfucker," he said harshly. "Your skirt's safe around me. But if you'd rather stand around staring like a moron, I ain't gonna complain." "No, I-I don't think Mergo meant it like that," Rocky said hastily. "Come on, we're...

"Poison?" Nate forgot himself and tried to raise an eyebrow. Wait. He was still some kind of goddamn... fish thing. "Weird. Feels like I mighta heard something if people were all getting sick left and right." He honestly couldn't tell if the guy was trying to be serious. Hell of a poker face...

Nate was doubtful; if all the gardevoir was looking for was a place to pass the time, it wasn't like Destiny Village had any shortage of them. And they were kind of hard to miss. He looked too lost for that to be the truth, by Nate's estimation. But the marshtomp couldn't help but smirk at that...

The gardevoir turned and stared at Nate for what felt like an entire minute. What, was there something on his face? What the fuck was this guy's damage? "Nate," he said warily. "Don't think I ever caught your name." "And I'm Rocky!" the familiar said brightly. "What're you looking for? I bet we...

Nate was on his way to the colosseum, Rocky in tow because he always fucking was, these days. There wasn't anything particularly interesting scheduled today, but it was such a relief to finally be able to go outside and fucking walk around without getting knocked down by a migraine that he'd...

Nate asks Rocky to write a letter for Karat, telling him that the Blacklight Mewtwo has recovered enough to leave the infirmary, and that he's being taken care of by someone who wants to remain anonymous, but looking for him around Parfait Way would be a good bet. Perhaps if Karat's feeling...

Thanks to everyone who's given their input on this! I'm going to summarize what my takeaways have been from the conversation so far. - There is general interest in a casual, catnip-like event, but for art. The idea would be to keep it low-stress/low complexity and run it for 2-4 days. Organizer...

It was weird to think about, Eien and Maple, bouncing around out in space, slowly drawing closer and closer to each other without even realizing it. How long had Eien been a "shadow eternatus," anyway? He hadn't thought it was anywhere near as long as Maple'd been out and roaming around. Nate...

Nate's eye twitched. That fucking evolution thing again. Not that it mattered. "Yeah, we'll be out of your hair in a second," he said, over Rocky's psychic booing. He hesitated. "Just... one last thing. Maple. Do you really think all this--like meeting up with Eien, the whole dark eternatus...

"Heh, yeah. You'll have to be careful, won't you?" Nate said. "You won't have her around to bail you out if you get into trouble." He kind of thought they should... maybe leave. Maple asked Joule about the thing, great, it sounded like they'd be able to work something out. Nate really didn't...

"Uh, well. How long do your missions usually take?" Nate said. "If you're gone for a few weeks, I guess, yeah, that's like some mortal jobs. But if you're going away for years...?"