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Nate listened as Diyem made his way through each of the different energies. Five of them. Like he'd said, at first they'd been thinking there were three. Nate dearly hoped nobody was going to start pulling more damn energies out of their ass later on. Five was more than enough. "You could be...

"Yeah, I was gonna say. My world, sure, all the wacky shit happening turning out to be one huge coincidence is exactly how it'd go down. Be one hell of a funny joke for the gods that don't exist there. But Cibus? Feels like pretty much everything around here happens for a reason. Wouldn't be...

Nate tilted his head. "You mean, like. You think this is all some kind of huge accident?"

"Whatever happens, we're for sure gonna be seeing it soon," Nate said grimly. "Soda was all out collecting those five energies, right? And he got them. Best way to go on at this point is assume that yeah, there's some super-ultra-shade thing out there--probably up there, on the moon--that...

Nate listened solemnly, then tried to figure out what to say to that. His fucking legs were getting tired. He settled down on the floor, as much to give himself time to think as anything. "I mean, no, I definitely don't. It sounds fucking awful, though. Major fucked up. So blocking that is one...

"Yeah," Nate said after a beat of silence. "You been through a lot of shit." As if that wasn't the understatement of the fucking century. Compared to all that, fair enough, it probably barely registered. But still. "Why d'you think you ain't gonna talk to Xerneas again, though? Like you don't...

Well, if that wasn't a hell of a carefully-worded answer. Said a whole lot by not saying anything. "Well, that's good. Especially the positive emotions thing. Otherwise you'd probably've gotten blasted back to being a charmander just walking into the same room as Cabot, huh?" Nate eyed the...

Nate jumped slightly when Diyem pointed out his tree. Jesus Christ. Imagine catching sight of that thing out of the corner of your eye when you were home alone. "I, uh, like the berries," he said weakly. Standing there with the charizard and the screaming tree and the bread writhing around on...

Nate managed to get a hand up to block the crouton before it could hit him in the face. "Hey, Toast," he said, a little dazedly. Around the side of Diyem's body he could see some kind of shadowy, leafy jungle place. Nate took a cautious step inside. Okay, so Diyem's house wasn't normal. It was...

Nate did fall down when something smashed into the far side of the door, the wood rattling under his fist. What the fuck? He was back on his feet by the time Diyem pulled the door open, albeit watching nervously from a couple feet back. The charizard was apparently in the middle of a fight...

Nate picked his way carefully along the path up to the house Diyem had taken to haunting, now that they'd managed to pry him away from the tree of life. He was still getting the hang of walking, but at least he hadn't fallen down on the way over here. There wasn't any way to guess, looking at...

The weather was warming in Destiny Village, melting snow and setting trees and flowers to bud. The beach remained cold, though, and bleak, gusts of wind off the water cutting and chill. Nate picked his way over the rocks even more slowly than usual, wobbling unsteadily on his hind legs. Despite...

Nate's going to set aside his search for big pokémon for now. It's been a while since he's talked with Buffet... He'll invite the hydreigon to dinner and ask him a few questions about spirits. - Buffet can't sense either of S'more and Xerneas' spirits, is that right? Any idea why that might be...

"Yeah! Ascension! Hmmm... Who would you want to turn into if that happened? Hmm. Maybe Cobalion? Or, or! What about Zapdos? I think you'd make a good Zapdos!" "Seyka's right," Nate said harshly. "We got a lot of catching up to do. Alone." Rocky wilted for a moment, but then Nate tried to...

"No, I ain't... I ain't hurt," Nate said. He poked himself again. Still felt it. But then the mewtwo and its attacks had sure as hell felt real, too, hadn't they? If he'd started thinking about evolving instead, then maybe-- "You evolved!" Rocky beamed, forming up into his usual infernape...

"No! Seyka!" Nate struggled against the mewtwo's psychic grip. It weakened, ever so slightly, as the silent pokémon turned, glowing eyes fixing on the skarmory instead of Nate. "Get out of here! We're fucked, just get back to the entrance and--" Nate's throat closed up. The air was growing hot...

"Shit, yeah. Don't seem like there'd be much point sticking around if you couldn't even eat," Nate said. All the rest of that about being useless, though. Seemed like a real theme with the skarmory. Nate regarded him uneasily, not sure what he could say to that, or if he should say anything at...

"Ha! I know. The niceness is fucking weird." It sounded like Seyka's world wasn't quite so sunshine and roses and shit, even if it was all pokémon. Kinda reassuring, in a way. "What do you mean about wanting to go home to your brother being selfish, though? Sounds reasonable enough to me." He...

Damn. That was more strategy kinda talk than Nate thought he'd heard from Seyka at any point in the past. "Charging to watch the Maple cagefight, huh?" he said, and laughed weakly. "Seems like a decent plan. Like you said, she ain't gonna stop no time soon. Pretty steady source of money." He...

"Oh, God, yeah. The egg shit." It wasn't really a surprise, all things considered. What was more uncomfortable was the implication that the familiars weren't in their final form... and probably nobody knew what the fuck a necrozma/eternatus/dark matter/nate hybrid was going to evolve into...