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"N-no," Rocky said. "I mean, Maple was there, too, but she probably wouldn't tell on Joule." His tail curled nervously in around his legs, and he kept picking at his spectral fingers. "Hey. That's enough," Nate said. "We done here?" Rocky hesitated a moment, then knuckled over to Nate, ears...

"Well, I don't know that it's just about decisions," Rocky said, picking nervously at his ectoplasm. "Even if somebody else is choosing what to do for you, you'd still have to do it. Like if you're really tired, not having to think about what to do is better than having to make a lot of choices...

"I don't think he realized he could," Rocky said. "Me and Nate brought a shade to him because we wanted to see if he knew anything about them since they came from him. And when he went to hold it, it jumped at him and, like, burrowed into his chest!" Rocky shuddered. "It was kind of gross...

"I mean, it was Joule, but, he's also Millijoule? Kind of?" Rocky said. "He's different because he basically was Joule anyway, like a copy. So even though they were different people they were like two people being the same person so it's not like Millijoule really went away or anything. Joule...

Nate looked like he was about to fire back with something, so Rocky tried to get a reply in before he could. "Umm, well, I guess Millijoule decided he wanted to go back to being Joule, so... Joule absorbed him. But he had to break Millijoule's core first to do that. Or something." By now Rocky...

"Bye, Mia!" Rocky said, now more an indistinct haze around his core than anything but sounding as cheerful as ever. He was starting to pull himself back together now that she was distracted, a tiny stub of a head having formed near one end of his body, a tiny leg growing from the other...

Rocky deflected Mia's first volley of strikes, but then she ducked under his reaching hands and sliced up and across, taking the infernape's head clean off. It dissolved in smoky wisps while Rocky stumbled back, feeling blindly at the empty space. "Oop," Rocky said, sounding mildly put out. "Oh...

Ah, yeah. There they were. Nate grabbed the power suppressors and pushed them, as gently as he could, back towards Chip and the rest. They were too big to fit into his bags. "Found them, Chip. They're fine." Oh. Well. Looked like he was busy. Nate could tell him later. Right now he needed to get...

Right, the power suppressors. "Right, I'll look for them," Nate said. Fortunately he'd talked to Chip about them before, so he at least knew what they looked like. Or used to look like, since they weren't fucking stylish enough for Giovanni or whatever and Chip had been working on redoing them...

"You're the first that's showed up," Nate said, a little skeptically, as Owen burst into the room. He didn't think of the charizard as much of a healer, but then he started doing some weird greeny haze thing so, you know, whatever. The guy had some truly fucked-up attacks for whatever reason, so...

"Holy shit, Chip," Nate said. He fumbled his badge off his scarf and cursed when it fell and bounced up against a piece of rubble. "Here, I'm gonna call a healer to come help you out." He sent a text to everyone he could think of asking for them to get a healer to the lab to help with Chip or...

Nate dropped off Mellow's tail as the charizard landed, flopping unceremoniously in the grass. There was nothing he could do when Soda grabbed onto the mewtwo and tanked a fucking Blacklight blast like it was nothing before teleporting away. Cola was--gone? He was safe? Arceus was pacing back...

Rocky runs to check on Silver and Giovanni in the holding cells. Assuming they're okay and don't show any signs of trying to join the fight up at Destiny Tower, he'll ask a few questions about Blacklight Mewtwo: - Is he Giovanni's mewtwo, from Telum? - Was he with them when they woke up after...

Rocky yelped, skidding to a halt as the mewtwo appeared right in front of him. He managed to throw up a protect before the punch could hit home, but the force of the blow still lifted his insubstantial body up, shield and all, and sent him bouncing away across the hillside. He came to rest far...

"Wait, what?" Nate spun around at the sound of the distant explosion, and then the crowd started going nuts, flying or fleeing towards the tower up on the hill. "Goddammit," Nate muttered, looking around wildly. He was going to get fucking left behind again, wasn't he? Cal was taking off, and...

Things went even better than Rocky hoped. Maybe Soda did a good thing for real? And Cola seemed like he was actually going to try to listen to Pop. If he could stop being so scared of the other arceus... Rocky watched the two of them talking, rocking back and forth on his feet and grinning...

Dear god. Were all the eldritch monstrosities around here super horny all the time? Nate felt like he knew way too much about what the godlike beings around here were into. It was fucking weird. There was something off about Maple for sure. Even she admitted it, kinda. But whether that...

Rocky raised his eyebrows, flames dancing high. That was good, wasn't it? It was surprising, if Soda was being honest. Rocky kept watching, expression grim.

Rocky scowled and crossed his arms. He didn't like this, but he couldn't hear anything, either--if Soda would even let them hear what was actually being said. And it wouldn't do Cola any good to think people were spying on him. For now Rocky waited where he was, throwing the occasional nervous...

Rocky smiled and waved back, but even seeing a friendly face wasn't enough to reassure him. Everything depended on what happened when Pop showed up, and then Soda...