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"Yeah, same thing he was doing back at the Tree," Nate muttered. Once Diyem got properly set up, Maple was hosed--unless she had a secret up her sleeve, too. What was all his messing around with the hammer, though? What was he hoping to see?

It was probably a mistake to offer Nate any of the popcorn. He ate it automatically and fast, without really paying attention, and looked like he might go through the entire bag if not stopped. "Whass that?" he muttered mushily, squinting up at one of the battle screens. The air sparked and...

Nate leaned forward in his seat, frowning down at the arena. Diyem sure didn't seem like he was fighting for real just now, or maybe not yet. Whether Maple realized it or not, he had a feeling she was getting the inspection from Diyem she'd been so reluctant to agree to earlier. Hopefully he'd...

Rocky perked up again when Starr suggested they could practice their fire moves. "I'm the best at fire moves!" he said brightly. "I can't make mine too hot, though. I guess maybe because my fire isn't real fire. But I bet I can get a lot better at it!" The familiar's eyes glowed smugly. That...

Rocky brightened a bit at that. "That's good! I'm glad you haven't just been fighting all the time. But..." The familiar hunched nervously again, "Maybe we could hang out sometimes, too? We could even do battling if you wanted. I like fighting." Nate was busy trying to teleport out of there...

"Well, that's good," Nate said. "I heard about the kicking ass thing and all. Got a real win streak going, don't you?" "But you're barely ever here," Rocky said, rubbing his hands slowly together, his ears drooping. "Don't you need to rest sometimes, too? I miss you. And it makes me worried."...

For some reason Nate bristled at Silver's casual remark that Karat was a mutant hybrid freak. It's not like he was wrong, exactly, but Jesus. "Dunno if you count as normal, since you're human and all. Which I guess means you're supposed to be, like, stronger than the other mewtwo, right? Once...

Nate gripped his beer tight, stung by Silver's disapproval. What, you think you're fucking better than me? "Yeah, that's got to suck," he managed to get out. "I guess, even if you can't fight against it straight up, there's still ways you could help out. Hell, even just training with the team...

"Oh, for real?" Nate said. "Guess it worked out just fine for you two, anyhow. I stole my first pokémon, too." Wait. That was a fucking weird thing to be, like, bonding over or whatever the fuck, was it? Nate to a swig of beer to cover his cringe. So Silver had started training five years ago...

Therapy? Nate's mind went immediately to Diyem's torture-therapy he'd gotten from the Overseers. It had to be a coincidence, right? Silver had just chosen to use that word. And there was no reason for the Overseers to fuck around with some random mewtwo. It had to be something else. But Silver...

Nate's stomach gave a sick lurch. "Shit, really?" he said. "I thought that Mewtwo had always been like that. Like Giovanni made him to be that way from the start."

A charizard taking on a mewtwo, huh? Nate wondered if that had ever happened in his world. The whole thing with Red and Mewtwo was super sketchy in general. Nate still had no idea how Red could ever have beat him, since the power of friendship didn't mean shit against somebody who could explode...

Thanks to everyone who's replied so far! It was a lot of fun getting to see what people's experiences with the series have been, whether the books are childhood favorites or ones you've only heard about recently. Here's how things are going to work from here on out: 1) We read one book a week...

Starr was working on her defense, huh? Nate thought he had an idea of why that might be. Not that she'd thank him for bringing that up, especially not in front of Silver. Nate quietly followed him into the kitchen, going for a snack from the fridge himself. He hadn't realized Weavile and Gengar...

"Yeah. You've, uh, been going pretty hard at the training recently, ain't you?" Nate asked. "Makes sense, with what we got coming. But you don't want to wear yourself out too much before the whole Eien thing, right?"

Rocky had been following along behind Nate, all the commotion being much more interesting than the TV. He caught Silver's awkward glance at Starr and grinned to himself. "A colosseum fight, huh? That sounds like a great idea! I bet Starr could help you figure out somebody good for them to fight...

Nate started at the sound of the door, but it was only Starr. Right. Yeah. Think of the devil. He settled back against the couch again, taking another sip of beer. Rocky was staring at him. "What?" Nate asked. The familiar gave him a critical look. "Oh, come on. She don't exactly want to chat...

It was kind of weird, just walking down the street and ending up back home. Half an hour ago Nate had been in nightmare hell watching the mewtwo drift around menacingly, and now he was on the couch with a beer and the TV remote, Rocky curled up at the far end and complaining about the channel...

Don't know that I'll have much to say as this rolls along, but it's fun to see you reposting it! Also, Chalenor's severed head lying alone in a bloody field is the most hilarious mental image.