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Welcome to the forums! You're in good company here if you enjoy PMD, of course, but it's cool that you've written a trainerverse story as well! Lots of zoroark fans around here too! Very interesting pokémon, to be sure, with a lot of story potential. All in all I think you'll fit in just fine...

Nate visits Chip to see how he's doing and how the rebuild of the lab is coming. He's wondering whether the mewtwo tracker's back online and if Chip has picked up anything interesting. He also wonders if Chip knows where he can get meteorological or astronomical records for Cibus--if anybody...

Well, that was sort of a more morbid take on it than Nate had been going for, but if it got those two talking, hopefully it was to the good. "That's good," he said. "Hope it helps." Nate paused, considering the loaf of bread snuggling up against Diyem's side. "The, ah, your Toast is pretty...

"No humoring here," Nate said. "If I ain't feeling something, I'll just fucking leave." He hesitated a moment. I lied when it was convenient. There was a certain other matter that had been nagging at Nate, a certain "hero's aura" that he'd been wondering if he could get the big guy to level...

"I ain't gonna pretend like shit is easy," Nate said with a rueful smile. "Or like anything makes sense in this goddamn world. But if thinking of things like that helps, even a little bit, then that's good. Cause, you know, I like you and all." His smile was now definitely more of a smirk...

Eternal spirits, always walking the same road? The past following you from one age to the next, maybe one life to the next. Nate tugged harder on his gills, uneasy. Well. His world didn't have no fucking Dark Matter, or Voice of Life or any of these other eternal weirdos. Stood to reason it...

It wasn't funny in the slightest, most of it, but Nate couldn't help but smile faintly. "Can't really speak for nobody else here, bud, but I can fucking guarantee I wasn't never born pure. So you don't got to worry none about corrupting my spirit or whatever the fuck. I'm doing a damn fine job...

"Yeah? What makes you say that?"

Nate did not fail to notice Diyem's comments about truth and lies and using people, but for the moment his only response was to raise his eyebrows faintly. "Is that what you want to be?" he asked. "A hero? A leader? Forget what other people are thinking right now. What kind of person do you want...

Nate wondered if Eien really would have any idea of what was going on around her. Struggling to survive sounded like it might distract you a little bit. Not the important thing here. Not even close. "I dunno, man," Nate said. "Forget what the fucking Overseers think. The way I see it, if the...

Holy shit. Nate looked up at Diyem, even more at a loss for words than before. But it did feel like he needed to say something here. "That... Damn. It must have been fucking terrifying, thinking those bastards were gonna come down on you for what she did. You definitely got some things you need...

Nate and Rocky go to see Karat together, so Rocky can apologize for endangering Deoxys. Rocky also says he's going to work together with Puddle to find a way to revive Deoxys. Nate says he'll be helping out with that in any way he can as well.

For a moment Nate could only stare in disbelief. It didn't compute, the big grumpy guy breaking down like this. Even being crammed into that fucking machine hadn't been enough to do it, or talking about his fucking torture-therapy. But a second later he tore his gaze away, embarrassed and unsure...

That... had pretty much been what Nate had gathered, yeah. Well, he'd kind of thought that Diyem had fallen in love with Xerneas because he'd felt like Eien--hell, he didn't know how much Xerneas had been controlled by Eien's corruption, was feeding on her own emotions, maybe. What a fucked-up...

"You kidding? What's not to forgive?" Nate said. "I don't think you gotta worry about her not understanding." Not that that was likely to stop the guy from worrying about it, but still. You had to say it. Nate rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I ain't the type to say you gotta be all open...

Nate winced. Bad enough if he simply hadn't managed it, but to be fucked up enough to not even think to try? Jesus. "Do you think," he said hesitantly, "that all that with Xerneas, the, uh, influence and all... Do you think Xerneas was doing that on purpose?"

So, yeah, basically they were all fucked. At this point Diyem was probably the weakest link in their merry bunch of assholes, since he was only one guy and had been forced down onto the planet with all the rest of them. And if he went down, so did everybody else on Team Spectrum, at least unless...

Nate snorted. "Yeah, that's comforting." So basically, yeah, if they didn't stop whatever shit on Cibus, it might end up coming home to roost where Nate lived, too. Probably not in his lifetime, but still. Did it even matter? It wasn't like he'd been fucking slacking, thinking it didn't matter...

"Ah, yeah, he did say that. I guess that would make sense. If that was the case, then it sounds like what brought the God Squad here was either Eien, or some other non-Dark-Matter bullshit that was already happening. Somebody getting here ahead of time and trying to lure Maple and Eien in, get...

Oh, right. Tree of Life. It was right there on the fucking tin. Nate rubbed his face. Clearly he was too slow to try to be following Dark Matter roulette today, but here they fucking were anyhow. "Lemme see if I got this right. Back when Cibus was dealing with Dark Matter, the guy ended up...