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"I didn't bring food, either," Rocky admitted. "But that's okay! I don't think you're supposed to eat before going to space anyway. The no gravity makes you feel all weird, I think you'd just throw it up." He grinned for a moment, thinking of how gross that was. "Oh, well, I guess we don't have...

Ooh, me! Pick me! I always wanted to go to space.

Nate seeks out Dunsparce and asks him about that time he turned big. - Where and when did it happen? - What was Dunsparce doing at the time? - Is Dunsparce the only person he knows of who had that happen, or have there been multiple incidents? Nate will also check out whether or not Dunsparce...

Well, at least the ghost didn't have any kind of nightmare horror in him, too. There had to be something up, if his soul was like fucking excommunicated or whatever, but at least he didn't have some kind of parasite wearing his corpse like a fucking suit. It didn't feel like there was a ton...

So when are you going to pay child support on this kid you dumped on me, you fucking deadbeat?

Not clear, then. What else could it be, though? If not Eien herself, then an extra-large egg, for some reason? In which case one of Diyem's kids was probably out there getting used as a battery or some shit. Probably on the moon. Or, well, perhaps it had been something Eien had been fighting...

That was less detail than Nate had been hoping for, but honestly more than he could have expected, given Soda's condition. He could feel Rocky still fucking grinning at him, and e closed his eyes for a second before continuing. "Thanks," he said. "The big meteor... is there any chance that was...

"Ooooh," Rocky said, returning his core to its usual place with a soft squelch. "Diyem's my dad? And also Joule? And...?" He turned to Nate with an immense grin on his face. "No," Rocky said flatly. "No, nooooo, it's true, you heard what Xerneas just--" "No," Nate said, and there was an edge...

"So it's been at least that long, then," Nate said when Owen explained. Good to know. An egg, though. That... maybe made some kind of twisted sense. "There were a whole bunch of them lying on the ground near where a big meteor fell. We didn't know what they were, but we thought we might be...

Well, that was fine. It wasn't like Nate was was ever gonna need to eat again or nothing. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. "Right," he said after a few seconds. "I guess you're pretty... comfy... in there?" It certainly looked like some kind of Eien thing. The other shades...

Why was everything about that guy so fucking freaky? Honest to fucking god. "Yeah," Nate said. "That was the other thing. Soda said the xerneas we knew was something like a shade, almost. I wonder, if it looks empty in there, maybe there's some kind of shadowy goo stuff? Kind of like the shades...

Nate sighed. "I'll take that as a 'no' on any sort of message, then." Didn't look like Silver was taking the bait, neither. Maybe Nate could try talking with Chip about the design of those machines of his. It was getting late; people were filtering off, to sleep or to pursue whatever else it...

"So we gotta find a way to break the distortion from down here somehow. Or maybe Maple could cut through it, once we get her back?" There's no way that wasn't happening. "Especially if she's been fighting an eternatus, it seems like she oughta be able to break through most of that distorting...

Jesus. That did sound pretty fucking bad. At least Pop was, uh, on it, with the planet-relocating thing? Nate listened to Joule's theory, head tilted and eyes half-closed. "That's a good point... I wasn't really thinking of the mewtwo being able to make another mewtwo, cause they ain't proper...

"Unown on the moon?" Nate grimaced. "Fuck. Yeah. I ain't too surprised about that. And now they've had Blacklight and... tree... tree energy shot up at them. How scary would some fucking Blacklight unown be, scale of one to seriously fucking scary?" And it seemed like whoever or whatever the...

Ah. Destroyed. How very fucking specific. The mewtwo very clearly hadn't been oblivious, even if he was acting on someone else's orders. "Well, I'm glad you're confident you can rebuild the thing. I got a feeling losing those couple days is gonna bite us in the ass, but getting it back online'll...

Ultra Space... whatever the fuck that was. At least it didn't sound like there was anything sketchy going on with Giovanni's plans. Nobody dragging him to Telum, or even giving him a nudge. Or not an obvious nudge, anyhow. Nate smirked. Giovanni was sure sounding more like himself today. "Yeah...

"Wait, you wanted to swap?" Nate said. "Jesus. And then you hid that you'd done it from yourself. There's complex-ass plans, and then there's complex-ass plans." He shook his head. "One thing I don't get, though. How the fuck did you end up on Telum in the first place? Like, yeah, power, I get...

Nate narrowed his eyes at the mention of Kanto. By now he'd heard about enough different iterations of it that he wasn't by any means surprised that that's where Karat came from--hell, where else would a mewtwo come from?--but it wasn't exactly a happy reminder. If people from Kanto could show...

"Mental landscape, huh?" Nate said. Good thing the mewtwo he knew wasn't capable of doing anything like that, or he was pretty sure anyhow. "I figured you weren't really there or nothing, but that weirdness was a representation of your powers, like you said... Well, being made of Dark Matter...