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Well, that sounded... good? Nate had kind of expected a bigger change, but Maple had been kind of preoccupied lately. "Oh, so--" Nate flinched when Joule burst through a portal, as bright as ever. Why did the guy always have to be so fucking loud? "What?" he said, struggling to keep up with...

"Yeah. I guess if Diyem thinks it will, well, he'd know better than anybody." Nate leaned back on the log, looking down at his feet. They were muddy, which was not a surprise, because that's how the whole forest was right now. "Must be weird, after all those years going after Dark Matters, like...

There have been some Discord discussions recently about some kind of event for creating art and/or writing for other people's stories: maybe quick sketches or drabbles, maybe something more involved. I thought I'd start a thread here to get a sense of whether people might be interested in some...

"Defanging," huh? That sure didn't sound like a good time. "Wow. On a team with Sword and Shield, huh? That's... quite a mental image." Sword was bound to have a good time. Sword was bound to be the only one having a good time. "What about the whole, I don't know, accepting Dark Matter thing? I...

"Oh? So Diyem didn't put him back? He's, like, still out here in Cibus somewhere...?" Presumably that meant Diyem had, like, adopted him, right? At least for now? The guy seemed like he was acquiring kids left and right. "Have you thought about, erm, where you're going to put him? If you need to...

"That was great!" Rocky said, beaming, when Maple sent her message. "You're really brave. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you and Joule!" Nate grimaced and rubbed at his gills when Maple tried to change the subject. It felt a bit silly to be talking about this compared to something like...

"Don't think I agree that it shouldn't be hard," Nate said. "It is hard, right? But you've done hard things before." "You should ask now!" Rocky said, jumping to his feet with his flames blazing. "Don't put it off, like you said!" Nate cringed, watching his chance at asking anything about...

"Don't think it's silly," Nate said. "Ain't much can touch you in a fight, but depending on what Joule answers, it could hurt a lot. Of course you don't want to ask." He sighed and looked off into the trees. "I got kinda the same thing I gotta ask somebody if I ever get home. Shit sucks." "I...

"Sometimes people change. Sometimes they don't," Nate said. "Like sometimes when people get older, they decide they want to stop traveling, heroing, all that shit, find someplace to call home. Happens all the time in my world. Or around here. Seems like most of the legends on Cibus mostly want...

A bag of potatoes? Never mind, that wrapped right back around into being horrifying again. Nate did his best to suppress a grimace, and his mental image of the process. "Oh, yeah? Is that kind of a necrozma thing, flying around in space? I don't know very much about them." Or maybe it was just...

"Oh, so that's how it's going to work?" Nate said. "That's a relief. I was kinda wondering if they were gonna have to, like. Turn you inside out, you know, to get everybody back." He tugged on one of his gills sheepishly. It did sound kinda stupid, but, like, well. How the fuck were you...

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Nate said. "The blanket thing, anyway. Least being this size doesn't feel as small as it ought to." So why? he didn't ask, or at least not for now. Instead saw a convenient fallen tree to sit on, and did so, Rocky settling in next to him. "Glad I ran into you...

"More or less," Nate said. There wasn't any opportunity to get a word in edgewise before Rocky chirped, "Hi, Maple! It's nice to see you again." It kind of had been a while, hadn't it? She'd been around when they were fighting, obviously, and for the meetings before and after, but that was...

Nate had hoped he'd be able to shake Rocky once they'd gotten out of sight of town, when he could distract the guy with some wild pokémon or something and try to sneak off for a little bit on his own. No luck so far, though; the familiar had cheerfully rejected all his suggestions for far-off...

Rocky beamed when Mewtwo took the stone. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "We should hang out sometime, after you get out of the infirmary. Maybe we could take Toast for a walk!" "Yeah. Anytime," Nate said. There wasn't much time left. But it was good to know that there would be people here for...

Nate couldn't tell whether Rocky was disappointed that Zinc stepped in to stop Mewtwo or relieved. He had to have figured out there was no way the guy knew how to actually revive people, hadn't he? The familiar folded his arms, tail flicking behind him. Well, whatever. At least it seemed like...

Nate listened to Mewtwo's conclusions in whatever strange not-voice he communicated with. Mostly it sounded like he was on the right track... If Nate could even trust himself to know what the right track was, anyway. "More or less, yeah. Sometimes you gotta do something you want even if other...

"What, Red and them said something that made you think people were gonna dislike you because of what happened with the parasite and all?" Nate said. "Fuck that. I mean, maybe some assholes... Well, they're just assholes. Won't matter to nobody who matters, trust me." He sighed, and a little of...

Nate's chest constricted painfully. It didn't help that he could swear he could hear some weird noise coming from Rocky's vicinity. Stupid. He forced himself to calm down, if only a little bit. It was going to be fine. He couldn't even fucking die here, Christ. "I dunno," he said after a...

Ah, hell. Going right for the big questions, was he? Nate dragged unhappily on his gills again. No pressure, just didn't want to give the guy the wrong ideas and maybe fuck him up for life or nothing. "Well, usually you make decisions based on what you know you like. What makes you happy...